#i could tell you every single movie i watched with these themes there are so fucking many i cant anymore

[chessb0r3d]

Not normal about the themes of fighting the last boss/overcoming the fear of everything that is bad in order to get your happy ending because love has to be fought for.

#chrambles #please rgere are so many im already crying please please pelase #homestuck #myhouse.wad #the truman show #minecraft #undertale #eeaao #there are so many i cant add them hshshajjd #i could tell you every single movie i watched with these themes there are so fucking many i cant anymore #and that one minecraft ending line FUCK #and the universes said i love you because you are love #do you think id be normla about that?? HUH #love has to be fought for #learning how to fight like you #sky children of the light #sky cotl #love

[chrollohearttags]

kinktober • day two

kink: office sex

character: nanami kento

show : Jujutsu Kaisen

fic type: drabble ( wc: 1.2K)

content warning + themes: choking (he uses his tie), spit play, missionary, squirting, daddy’s used a couple times, infidelity, hint of toxic nanamin

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“K-Kent—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop! I’ll make a mess..ruin all of the newest reports.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, sweetheart..but is that not the point? Besides..it’s nothing we can’t fix.”

the type of banter that one would ever expect to be partaken during such a sexy, intimate moment. It was a scene akin to something from a movie or a corny, cliche porno. Alas though, it was your reality..back pressed to the pinewood desk, legs hiked up midair and three fingers hooked inside of your cheek. Being thrashed around on the base of your boss’ cock. Sharp thrusts being fed to your fertile little cunt…making a mess would have been quite the understatement at this point. A blanket like sheath and strings of your creamy arousal dripping all over his shaft. Honestly, he was the only man who could ever invoke such a reaction from you.

“Tell me though, my dear?..Can he make you do this? Hmm..has that boyfriend of yours ever made you come like this? You’re so turned on right now…” it was a fact that CEO and your secret fling, Nanami Kento was quite proud of. Holding you up after hours, long after the remainder of the staff had dissipated and gone home. Using the guise of some ‘special assignment’ that he only entrusted in your hands to have you squirting all over him. “We—really shouldn’t be doing this!—ahh fuck! It’s so wrong.” The words flowed from your mouth yet they meant nothing. Not when your body was singing an entirely different tune. One where you were writhing underneath him and sloshing around in your own slick. Having ripped your top open, Kento glared vehemently as your ample breasts bounced around, crashing against each other. In truth, there was nothing your sorry ass excuse of a man..if he could even be called one, could do with you. A woman of your pedigree deserved nothing but the best in every single aspect, including dick. You had been employed here for three years and not once had he ever seen that asshole bringing you lunch or flowers. But rather, aggravation and headaches about some girl he had been messing around with or how he had taken your car whilst you were out working. It utterly repulsed him! So he was going to vet every bit of his frustrations by fucking you senseless..

“But it feels so…fucking right? Wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart? I mean, it surely seems like you do with the way you’re squeezing my dick.”

for all the days that he had watched you strut about throughout the office halls, wearing something far too revealing and rousing..all the nights he had dreamt of getting you alone and letting his tongue trail up your thighs as he teased that soaking center. Knowing the sheer anticipation alone had you turned on; waiting for him to peel back those panties and letting that sticky layer of arousal be exposed to the cool elements. Watching those nipples stiffen up as he pinched them between his fingertips…taking all of the time in the world to pleasure you. Which luckily came to fruition tonight. He had you panting like a little dog in heat, salivating and falling all over yourself..having already invoked one orgasm, he was hoping to produce so many, you’d barely be able to function. Wielding that dark tan tie that had cheetah print littering the material, Kento fastened the grip around his knuckles, tugging tighter as to slightly restrict your air. Being choked definitely turned you on more than you’d care to let on. Also, it would keep you reigned in, just in case you decided to run from the dick!..

“Tell the truth. He can’t get you this wet. Now can he? I’m the only one that can, right? This is the type of fucking you deserve, isn’t it?” Questioning with gentle coos as he slid a thumb between your lips to suckle on. Those innocent looking eyes glaring right up at him. Feeding you a soft slap to the cheek, Kento posed the question once more before ramming his cock deeper. “Y-yes, daddy.” Evoking a smirk and earning yourself a sloppy kiss as he placed a hand to the center of your stomach. “Thaaat’s my good girl. Now you just keep coming on this dick. That’s your only job right now, understand?” To which you’d nod, reassuring him you’d do as he said. Those quivering legs rested atop his shoulder blades, ankles laced with gentle pecks to assist in calming you down. When he’d notice your gaze starting to falter and your head falling backwards, Kento made haste in snatching it back up before hooking your jaws with two fingers.

“Hey, eyes up here, sweetheart. I didn’t give you permission to look away. Focus on this dick, nothing else.” Which was all but inevitable as that swollen appendage pounded into you. Hitting that sensitive core each time he thrusted in and out. A thick coat of pearlescent cream slathered over all that shaft, it was such a delectable sight. But Kento was a little greedy, egotistical if you will. He couldn’t let up until he saw you convulsing. Which wasn’t too far off base because once he hooked your jaw, you’d begin to pant as he sped up that heavy pounding. Not letting up until he felt that pussy tightening around him and clutching as if you didn’t want him to pull out..

“Kent!—I'm gonna come..”

“Ah..not yet. There’s one more thing I need.”

coiling your fingers together, Kento leaned down and gently brushed the top of your forehead before marking it with a kiss. “Tell me you love me..right now. Say it..” full and we’ll aware of the fact that you were already cheating but telling another man you loved him, only to turn around and be forced to go home and say it to your boyfriend was nothing more than a slap in the face. Even so, the immense pleasure and intensity of the moment had taken its toll on you so with his thumb caressing your cheek, you’d utter the fateful phrase:

“I love you, Kento.” Bringing a devious grin of sheer satisfaction to his face. With that, he’d prompt you to release and suddenly, a shower of sticky rain splattered his tan suit and blue button down that had been halfway undone. A sight he’d never grow tired of. Only to give you his load in return right after. You’d meet in a haze of passionate kisses to center you from those climatic highs. You’d stay like that for a few minutes; limbs entangled and lips crashing together…finally pulling away, you’d begin to chuckle, completely overtaken by bliss. Patting your asscheek with a gentle slap, he’d usher you up with his opposite hand to help you gather your bearings.

“Hey, let’s get out of here. The cleaning crew will be coming in a little while.” Informing you as he buttoned that shirt back up and fastened his pants. But whilst you were getting re-dressed, making the best attempt you could to make yourself look presentable and not as if you had just gotten ravaged by your boss, it was then that a familiar contact would appear across the screen of your iPhone..

Satoru 💍

you felt a sinking sensation in the out of your stomach, a combination of guilt and anxiety lingering but it didn’t matter. Because as far as you were concerned, the only man who could satisfy you was right here.

#kinktober #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jjk smut #jjk drabbles #jjk x black reader #jjk imagines #nanami jjk #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen imagines #black fem reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #satoru gojo #cw infidelity #cw spit #cw choking #jjk gojo

[vivwritesfics]

Tears Falling Down at the Party

Oscar and Y/N have their Halloween traditions. This year, they're apart and she has to make up for it.

Suggestive Themes

The Mexican Grand Prix just so happened to fall on Halloween weekend. Which sucked for Y/N who was used to having Oscar home for Halloween weekend.

They'd made a tradition of it. Buying a bucket full of candy and watching scary movies, living room, lit by pumpkins they'd carved together. Every year Y/N's uncle would have a Halloween party and the two of them would dress up to keep her cousins happy. It was always a couples costume, Y/N buying or making them while Oscar reluctantly came along.

This year there was no pumpkins, no candy, no Oscar.

He was in Mexico and Y/N was in their shared flat in London. She missed him a fuck load, missed their traditions.

To make up for lack of Oscar, Y/N's friends had organised a girls day. They'd brought over pumpkins to carve and Halloween themed food and drinks.

"Are you calling Osc tonight?" Asked one of the girls as they drew faces on their pumpkins.

Y/N shook her head. "Not with the time zone differences," she answered as she drew the face on her pumpkin. Hers had heart eyes and a zigzag smile.

"Hang on!" Another friend shouted as she reached for a ghost shaped pretzel. "What if we did one of those pumpkin head photoshoots? We could send the pictures to Oscar," she suggested, her eyebrows going up and down.

"What if we did a lingerie shoot?" Another friend quietly suggested.

That was actually a good idea, Y/N realised as she looked at her pumpkin. She and her friends could do a lingerie photoshoot to send to Oscar while he was in Mexico. It was a brilliant idea. "Let's do it," she said grabbed the knife from the middle of the floor.

The girls began carving their pumpkins while Y/N carved a hole in the bottom of her pumpkin, one big enough for her for her head. After she'd done that, she scraped out the inside of her pumpkin until their was nothing left.

And then it was onto the head. She carved the heart eyes out carefully and pushed them out. "What do we think?" Y/N asked as she placed it on her head. Her friends let out a series of whops and cheers, one of them even snapping a picture.

Y/N carved out the smile. It was tricky work, and she had to do it piece by piece until the smile was entirely cut out.

"Ladies, I think we're ready," she said and held up her pumpkin head.

The girls piled into Y/N and Oscar's room, searching through her draw of underwear for lingerie. One found a black, lacy body suit, another found a matching pair of red underwear, a small gem hanging from where the cups met. There was one last set, green, with suspenders on the panties.

Y/N quickly got changed into the body suit. She placed the pumpkin on her head and let her friends position her.

They really were amazing. Her friends were there for over an hour, taking pictures of her to send to Oscar. Most were on her on the bed, some with candy raining down onto her, some of her pretending to lick a lolly pop with the candy head.

As soon as they were done, Y/N sent every single picture to Oscar. She got dressed and placed the pumpkin out on her balcony. "Thanks, guys," she said to her friends as they sat down to watch movies.

"Just tell us what Oscar says."

Oscar, well, he was shocked. With the race over, he was able to rush to the airport to get to the plane and back to his girlfriend.

As Oscar waited at the gate, headphones in his ears, his phone pinged several times. A message from Y/N. With hearts in his eyes, Oscar opened the message.

His cheeks were flaming as he looked through the pictures. A lingerie photoshoot with Y/N wearing a pumpkin head. He knew exactly who it was, he could recognise her body anywhere.

Oscar left one message before he boarded the plane.

Holy fuck.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader smut #oscar piastri fluff #Oscar piastri x you #op81 #op81 imagine #op81 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one x reader #formula 1 imagine #fomrula one imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader

[lucvly]

hi, how are you doing ? i was wondering if can you do christmas head canons with matt ?

— christmas headcannons with matt. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: just fluff & a slightly suggestive one if you squint.

a/n: hii omg ?? is this Thing on ?? 🎤

— leaves the christmas lights up till january type of person. either a) he’s too lazy to take the decorations down, or b) he just wants you to help him take them down so he avoids it until you bring up the idea of helping him LMAO.

— this man knows how to wrap presents mhm. he’d a hundred percent do that stupid ass trend that’s like “wrapping gifts as something not even remotely close”.

— LOOOVES baking cookies with you aww. he doesn’t even like the baking process itself he just likes the decorating part.

— his presents are definitely well thought out. you offhandedly said you wanted a certain something five months ago? best believe he bought it for you for christmas.

— every single present he gives you includes a handwritten love letter. you love it because it’s always at least three pages long and it’s so cute :(.

— he’s such an attentive boyfriend i’m melting ugh. always has a spare jacket for you in the backseat of his car. he’ll say nick or chris left it there for some reason which is most definitely not true, he keeps it there especially for you just in case you get too cold.

— he doesn’t really like visiting malls on christmas because of the crowds but if you wanna go for some reason he’s absolutely following you around.

— he tries to be secretive with gifts but ends up being a major fail LMFAOO you’ve found out what your presents are on multiple occasions. one time he just left them in the car accidentally and you saw them before he could even do anything about it.

— which leads me to my next point, you and chris have an unspoken secret agreement to tell each other what matters got you for christmas. you tell him his present and he’ll tell you yours.

— this went on for a while before matt actually found out and all hell broke loose Oops.

— a perfectionist when it comes down to gingerbread houses. he eventually gives up though when some of the pieces don’t stick together.

— matching ugly sweaters are a must, duh. sometimes it’ll deadass just be mid june and you’ll catch him wearing one of the matching sweaters. it’s so funny but unironically he loves them, he can’t even figure iut why, he just does.

— he gets chapped lips during winter SORRY !! so you’re absolutely gonna catch him with cherry flavored chapstick and he doesn’t gaf. ( taste tests in the car <3333 )

— he’ll never admit it but he Loves christmas scented candles. he acts like the smell is way too strong or something but light one of those snickerdoodle scented candles and he’s Melting.

— lots of christmas themed pick up lines. deadass texts you in the middle of the night just to be like “can i take your picture? i gotta show santa what i want for christmas.”

— his favorite part of winter is the fact that he gets to spend most of his time cuddled up with you under a fuzzy blanket watching movies.

— expect tons of late night drives with him. he loves seeing how people decorate their houses, and for some reason he loves late night talks with you with soft christmas music playing in the background.

— he would be so serious about kids and santa. i feel like chris would be the type of guy to tell kids santa isn’t real but matt would get so pissed, literally raging.

— gets the worst case of sweet tooth during christmas. cookies, cakes, literally anything sweet idc.

— due to that, he’d a hundred percent get sick during the holidays LMFAOO (constant stomachaches because of the amount of sweets he’s had.)

— he’s definitely very considerate as to who you wanna spend your christmas with. he’s thrilled when you wanna spend christmas with him, his brothers and the rest of his family but he also understands that you wanna spend holidays with your family.

— to get to a fair arrangement, you both agree on: one year celebrating with your family, and another year you celebrate with his.

— though when you celebrate with your family, matt, chris and nick end up crashing at, like, the middle of the night HELLO??

— he loves showing you off and posting with you during the holidays. posting your matching outfits, posting vlogs / videos and hauls of what you got for christmas. it’s soo cute.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #lucvly #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo edit

[obsessedelusional]

Internets Favorite Fangirl

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ✦ You are the internets most famous fangirl. You were a famous actor with no shame in thirsting over celebrities. So naturally you’re very public about your love with Pedro Pascal. Only to switch up when watching TLOU, fancying Bella. What happens when you show up to an award show they’re both attending? poorly proofread

word count ✦ 3,700ish

authors note ✦ hey sorry I’ve been mia I missed all y’all and want to start posting again anyways here’s a bellaxreader I wrote several months ago lmao im gonna post a few bella things I’ve been working on and even venture into tlou ((Abby Anderson is the love of my FUCKING LIFE)) ily bye

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It had become a reoccurring theme in your press interviews to be asked who your recent celebrity crush was. It started when you landed your first big movie. Shortly after the release in a chance to find out more about you fans search the internet for any crumb they could find. Someone found an old Harry Styles fan page you had when you were a teen. You were absolutely mortified by the stuff they were finding. Deleting it wouldn’t undo it so you learned to embrace it. Quickly becoming the internets most famous fan girl.

Making TikTok’s and tweets thirsting after unattainable celebrities. The whole internet eating it up and thirsting along with you. Your most recent viral moment was a TikTok you made featuring the infamous dvcree Pedro Pascal edit. Your face green screened over the original with a caption talking about this singular edit has taken over your for you page and you were enjoying every second of it.

With the upcoming release of the anticipated second movie to your most popular role you were busy doing press work. Sometimes by yourself but mostly with the rest of the cast. Today you were invited to do an google auto complete video with you male costar, Johnathan, who plays your love interest.

The first board asking where your from, then your age, and other basic questions. The next board is handed to you all the google searches begin with ‘who’.

“Who is y/n?” You read aloud laughing as you read.

“I am. That’s me. I act sometimes but mostly embarrass myself on the internet.” You costar laughs agreeing with the last half of your statement.

“Who is y/n dating?”

“I wish I had some juicy gossip to share but I’m as single as it gets.”

“Who is y/n’s celebrity crush?” You sit there and think, your smile grows bigger when it comes to your mind.

“Oh this one’s easy. I know.” Jonathan says.

“Who?”

“Pedro Pascal.”

“Pssssh that was so last week.” Jonathan audibly gasps.

“Who then?”

“We’ll it’s actually his fault.”

“Who’s fault?”

“Pedro’s.”

“Please explain.” Jonathan says confused.

“Well I’m late on the train but I just binged watch The Last of Us. I was the last of us to watch it.” You laugh at your own joke, Jonathan doesn’t only shakes his head disapprovingly.

“Anyways I started watching it for Pedro but stayed for Bella Ramsey.”

“Bella? The one who played Ellie?” Jonathan asks, his face telling you he doesn’t get it.

“Yeah them. You may not understand but the girls will get it.” You respond.

“Okay you heard it here first y/n is single and wants Bella Ramsey. My turn.” He says as he reaches for his board to read off the questions directed at him.

—

A few days pass before the video is released. Your publicist notify you it’s out and you don’t dare watch it, just pray that you didn’t do anything to embarrassing this time. It doesn’t take long before your notifications are flooded with people talking about the interview. You read a few before realizing a theme, Bella.

Everyone is tagging Bella in clips of you gushing over her. An edit of you saying the girls will get it followed by edited clips of Bella to the beat of a song. You may have watched it one too many times before favoriting it. Just as you about to close TikTok you get an Instagram notification from a verified account. It’s Bella following you, you click the notification not believing for a second it’s real.

But it is.

—

Two weeks ago Bella had made the first move by following you on Instagram. The internet went crazy when they realized quickly shipping the two of you. No one realizing that was the extent of your relationship, mutually following each other on instagram. It had crossed your mind at least a hundred times, you had drafted plenty first messages. Always deleting your words before you could muster up the courage to press send.

Tonight no different, you were in the process of preparing for a movie and tv awards show. In your dressing room being pampered by your glam squad. Clicking away at your phone looking for any sign that Bella was going to be here tonight. If they were you’d have no choice by to say hello. Cursing yourself because if only you had messaged Bella beforehand this would be less awkward.

A knock at your door steals your attention and your crew stops what there doing. The door opens revealing your manager, the biggest grin on her face. Something was up.

“We have a surprise for you.” She sings with a soft smile.

“So finish what your doing and meet us in room A3.” She says before shutting the door. You ask your team if they know what’s happening but they all answer with a shrug of the shoulders.

—

“Why are there cameras?” You ask as your guided to room A3. The door is shut, your mind races wondering what it could possibly be. Everyone around you is looking suspiciously excited for what’s about to happen. Your instructed to open the door so you do so, peaking your head in as it creeps open.

With nothing more than your head in the room, you peek around into the darkness. Blinded momentarily when the light turns on from inside. Blinking as an attempt to get your sight back your greeted by none other than Pedro Pascal.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You spit following with a squeal as you shut the door. Leaving Pedro alone in the room with whoever else in there. He erupts into laughter, a sound you had heard many times online.

“There’s no fucking way this is real.” You turn around ready to run greeted by the camera shoved in your face. Realizing you have no choice in this matter. With a nervous breakdown around the corner you open the door. Peaking your head once again making eye contact with Pedro.

“I’m sorry.” You say too afraid to approach already had made a fool of yourself.

“Don’t be.” Pedro laughs, calming your nerves temporarily.

“Hi.” Is all you can manage to spit out.

“Hi honey,” he smiles and waves, making you melt. The two of your still stood a few feet apart. You’re looking him up and down and moving your gaze onto your manger who’s sat in the corner motioning you to get closer.

“You can come closer. I don’t bite.. I mean unless…” His voice trails off and turns into laughter. You laugh before closing the gap, hugging Pedro. After you pose next to Pedro as photos are taken. His arm rests on your shoulder. You look up at the man next to you he’s already looking down at you.

“I was so excited to meet you a few weeks ago.”

“How long have you guys been planning this?” You ask.

“A little over a month.” Your manager answers.

“Yeah then you had to go and switch up on me.” He sighs dramatically, letting his arm fall from your shoulders.

“What did-“

“Don’t act so innocent Y/N. Don’t think I didn’t hear about your new found love for Bella.” Your eyes go wide realizing what he’s talking about.

“They better not pop up out of nowhere. I can’t handle two surprises today.”

“See exactly it’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.” Pedro whines face falling.

“You do matter but…” You start to go on about Bella but stop your self.

“But what?” Pedro must notice your the worry in your face because he takes it back.

“I’m just giving you a hard time.” He teases.

—

“It really was nice meeting you.” You say your goodbyes but decide to follow it up with an apology for your actions when you were surprised. The cameras were gone now.

“Don’t worry about it. If anything I should be worried. Bella’s not gonna be happy with me.” Your ears perk up at the mention of Bella not being happy.

“Why?”

“I’ve said to much.” He attempts to change the conversation.

“Wait you can’t just say that and pretend like you didn’t.” He let’s out a defeated sigh in response.

“Bella has not shut up about you in weeks. I tried to convince them to tag along but they refused. Which turned into a whole thing. Bella made me promise several times not to embarrass them.” Pedro rambles on before stopping face full of regret.

“I won’t say anything if you won’t.” You respond.

“Deal.”

Maybe you don’t plan on repeating the words that had come out of Pedro’s mouth but they surely lit the fire in your self to finally message Bella or maybe even say hello if you saw them tonight. Your rushed to finish getting ready before being instructed to walk the carpet. Taking pictures first and then stopping to do mini interviews.

Your in the middle of the red carpet where your stood answering questions for some publication. When you hear the crowd and paparazzi roar. Bella is stood next to Pedro, they’re holding hands. Pedro giving his full attention to the cameras while Bella is sneaking glances at you. In front of the camera still and the interviewer waiting for an answer you smile one last time, waving softly before going back to answering. Your whole demeanor changing from the subtle interaction with Bella, suddenly a little more smiley than before.

-

Eventually you’re seated at table, you say your hellos to the few people sitting with you. The seats next to you empty, so you take a peek at the name tags on table. Pedro is suppose to be sat right next to and Bella next to him. You don’t have time to process it because you hear the voice of the man who’s suppose to be sitting next to you. You turn around and he’s busy talking, no sign of Bella. You face forward in your seat, pulling out your phone to distract yourself.

“Told I’m sitting next to you but I don’t want to.” Pedro says from behind you. You smile politely kind of confused watching as he changes Bella’s name place with his. Sitting down where Bella was suppose to be. He sports the biggest grin as you realizing what he’s doing. He whispers you’re welcome before averting his attention else where.

Within seconds your planning your escape but it doesn’t matter because the familiar British accent fills your ears as they chat up some other people at a nearby table. If you left now it’d be too obvious, so you sit there painfully waiting for Bella to sit right next to you. A few long minutes pass before you fill the seat being pulled out and someone sitting down. You look over and smile, making eye contact with Bella who’s a few inches away.

“Hi.” Bella says with a shy smile.

“Hi.” You say back, barely a whisper.

“This is kinda crazy. I’ve never been to an event this big. Especially in America, this is on a whole other level.” Bella explains, staring a conversation.

“Oh yeah you’re probably far from home. Where do you live?” You ask, you already know the answer but Bella doesn’t need to know all that.

“The UK.” Bella responds.

“Oh damn. I’ve had to make that trip a few times. Absolute hell.” You say causing Bella to laugh lightly.

“Yeah kinda. Getting used to it after so many times. It’s usually worth it.”

“Well I hope this time is worth it.” You respond, you haven’t stopped smiling since Bella sat down.

“It already is.” Bella teases, their tone a bit flirty causing you to temporarily malfunction unable to come up with a response. Thank god some camera man comes by asking Pedro and Bella to take some pictures before the show starts.

As soon as Bella’s attention isn’t on you anymore your aggressively messaging your best friend, freaking the fuck out. As you’re typing some one grabs you hand, trying to get you to stand up. It’s Pedro and he’s begging for a photo with you. You happily oblige standing up but Pedro has a plan, posing you next to Bella. He takes a few photos with the two of you before stepping out of the way. Your unsure what to do but without notice Bella arm is around your waist. Pulling you a little closer, you smile for the picture and then look to Bella who’s already looking at you causing you to smile even bigger than before.

—

You two spend the beginning of the award show chatting in between breaks and sneaking glances at each other. Pedro constantly giving you looks, letting you know he’s happy with what’s happening. About half way though the show, a member of the shows staff comes to grab you and Pedro. Apparently the two of you presenting a reward.

You were not prepared for this in the slightest but it’s not the first time, you’ll be fine. You keep telling yourself that. It’s your time to go out, Pedro follows closely behind. You smile as everyone starts to cheer, when your finally to the podium Pedro begins reading off the teleprompter. You can’t help but cringe as the words as they come out, praying that it’s not too obvious.

“Today we’re here to present the award for break out actress.” Pedro says.

“Yeah… it’s been so amazing watching these nominees make their dreams come true.” You say through gritted teeth.

“With enough hard work and dedication, your dreams are possible. Just like her dreams.” He laughs, pointing to you.

“What do you mean Pedro?” You read off, sounding entirely out of touch with the words coming out. Confused where this could possibly going.

“Your hard work at being a fangirl, has finally paid off. You got to meet me. The man of your dreams.” Pedro can barley finish, laughing harder than he should be. Stopping every other word to laugh or catch his breath from laughing so hard. You don’t have any words being prompted at you, so you laugh and agree. Being shut up by the sound of your own voice being blasted from behind you.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You hear and followed by the sound of a door being slammed. You turn around in horror seeing yourself, on the biggest screen freaking out about meeting Pedro.

“There’s no fucking way this is real.” Plays on the screen, your curse words being bleeped. This is more embarrassing than anything you could’ve imagined that they had planned for this footage. You watch in full disgust too afraid to face the crowd of thousands. You hear them laughing at every stupid thing that leaves your mouth in the video, adding to your embarrassment.

When the video finally ends, Pedro gives you a hug. Saying something about how it’s okay in your ear but you’re far too gone from the moment to understand him. You turn to the face the crowd, the actor in your turning on.

“Well that was embarrassing.” You laugh.

“It’s okay, everyone loved it.” Pedro responds.

“Yeah everyone but me. Anyways, the nominees are…” You say as at attempt to make this end sooner. The nominees play in the background as you avoid eye contact with everyone in the crowd, just kinda looking off in the distance. Especially Bella because you two were hitting it off so we’ll and now the whole room, including Bella, just watched Pedro talk about your new found love for them.

Pedro starts ripping at an envelope letting you know it’s time to announce. The both of you read of the winner and start clapping. When the winner gets to the stage, you hug them before moving out of the way. Listening intently as they give their speech. It’s finally time to leave and you waste absolutely no time getting off that stage. Once backstage your overwhelmed by the sheer amount of good jobs and laughs at what just happened to you. Your manger tells you that was perfect.

“No more suprises please that was horrible.” You mutter, embarrassed and ready for the night to be over. Your manager apologizes. You make the walk back to the table, being stopped several times on the way. When you finally see your seat, Bella sees you. They flash a smile at you as you sit down. Pedro following close behind.

“That was something.” Bella says teasingly.

“That was embarrassing, I’m sorry.” You say not finding it funny.

“Why are you apologizing?” They ask, face full of concern.

“Because I opened my big mouth and dragged you into this.”

“I don’t mind. I actually kinda enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?” You ask, your sour mood suddenly disappearing.

“Who wouldn’t enjoy one of the most beautiful and talented actors out there publicly simping for them?” Bella says, bringing your smile back.

“Beautiful?”

“Mhmm and talented.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking whenever you can. Pedro often inserting himself, neither of you minding. When it finally ends you can’t help but feel sad. Wishing the night could some how continue. You say your goodbyes, hugging Pedro. Then hugging Bella, a little longer than the hug with Pedro.

“It was nice meeting you.” You say as you pull away.

“You too.” Bella smiles as you walk away, your manager hounding you to get back to the dressing room so you can leave.

“How long are you in town?” You ask.

“I actually have to get on a plane back tomorrow afternoon.” Bella responds, sadness apparent in their voice.

“Oh well, shit that sucks.”

“What do you normally do after an award show?” Bella asks.

“Normally I get some terrible fast food and rot in bed until I fall asleep.” You respond honestly.

“I could go for some terrible fast food..” Bella says, with a hint of hope you’d understand what they were trying to say.

“I’d love it if you joined me.” You say, blush appearing. You make plans with Bella, letting them know you’d have to go to dressing room and unglam yourself. Bella understands following you to the dressing room, waiting for you outside of it. Eventually you come out in sweats, hair tied up and no more makeup.

“We’ll now I feel overdressed.” Bella teases, noticing your causal attire.

“You can borrow some clothes at mine.” You say, not realizing that you’re unofficially inviting Bella over to your home. Bella nods yes, biggest smile plastered on their face as they follow you out of the venue.

—

An hour later, Bella and you are laid up in bed. Tummy’s full watching some bad reality show. Doesn’t matter because you two can’t stop talking, not paying much attention to the tv. The conversation flows naturally, never missing a beat. Little did you know the internet was actively loosing their shit over all the content of the two of you tonight. Unaware of all of it, neither of you feeling any need to check your phones.

“I’m so glad I got to meet you tonight.” You say when the conversation starts to lull.

“Me too. I’ve been wanting to message you for weeks but I was absolutely terrified.” Bella admits.

“Me too. I was scared shitless when I realized you were sitting next to me. I’ve made a complete and utter fool of myself.” You say, looking at Bella who suddenly seems way closer than before. Tension between the two of you is heavy.

“Not at all.” Bella reassures you for what feels like the hundredth time.

“You sure? Because I still can’t believe-“ Your words are cut off by Bella kissing you softly, pulling away quickly.

“I like you. Okay? Please don’t fret over it.” Bella laughs, your laid there in shock. The biggest stupidest grin on your face.

“I like you too.” You whisper barley audible cause you’re quick with pressing your lips to Bella’s. This kid lasting a lot longer than the first.

—

The next morning, you two sleep in after staying up late. Only giving you two an hour before Bella has to get on the plane. You offer to drive Bella to their hotel, so they can pack and end up dropping them off at the airport too. Saying goodbye with a sweet kiss and plans to see each other in the near future.

You get into your car and pull out of the airport. A whole mix of emotions. Happy because of the prospects of a relationship with Bella but also sadness because Bella lives so far away. If the two of you do end up making it official, it’ll be long distance. The short drive home is spent in silence trying to figure out of the feelings your currently experiencing all at once. When you pull into your garage, your phone goes off its Bella.

Bella: thank you for last night, had so much fun and I can’t wait to see you again

You: is it stupid that I kinda miss you already?

Bella: I miss you too xxx

You catch yourself smiling so hard at your phone. Before you can respond Bella messages you again letting you know that their getting on the plane, they’ll message you as soon as they can. You shoot a short sweet message back and close the messages app.

You start opening your social media apps and your mentions are flooded with Bella and you at the award show. Hundred of photos from the event. People taking notice of the way you two were looking at each other. Then photos of you two leaving together. Most recently blurry photos of you off someones phone, outside of the airport saying goodbye to Bella.

“That was fast.” You groan aloud to yourself. Everyone is assuming the two of you are dating and you can’t blame them. You have a dozen unread messages from family, friends and people on your team.

A notification lets you know Pedro tagged you in a story. You click it and it’s the blurry photo of you kissing Bella outside the airport, with text that says ‘you’re welcome’. He tagged you and Bella in it. You can’t stop the laugh that leaves your mouth. Praying that Bella has knowledge of all this and isn’t blindsided when they get off the plane.

#Bella Ramsey #bella ramsey imagine #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x y/n

[piplupcola]

Perrito is seriously one of the best side characters I've seen in an animated film in a long time

When I first saw Perrito in the trailers I like many probably reading this probably thought "oh man I guess he's the mandatory dumb side character in the movie like so many other animated films here we go" BUT INSTEAD we get Perrito who is such a well written character and seriously one of the best side characters in a film in a long time.

He isn't just there to be the butt of jokes, he is an integral part of the team, and it is his influence that drives the entire film. So SO many movies the side character is just there to say a few dumb lines or fart jokes and just be there for blank comedy but Perrito does it in the most important way possible. NOT ONCE does he say a dumb line NOT ONCE is he just a stupid character in fact he's actually really smart and is what helped Puss and the team win the final fight.

What makes him funny isn't him being stupid but the sheer contrast of him versus literally everyone else in the film. Throughout the film a big theme in it is trust, which literally every single character in the cast except Perrito lacks. Puss can't trust Kitty, Kitty can't trust Puss, Goldi can't trust her family to tell them her secret and Jack Horner cant trust anyone. But Perrito trusts his friends entirely, his purity despite everything that happened in his past is what drives the film and the contrast between him and the rest of his team makes him funny. He isn't stupid, being a good person and stupidity are not the same. When Kitty tells him that trusting others leads to "a rock, a sock and a river" you can see he clearly knows what happened to him wasnt just a haha joke he just is able to look past what happen to him and see the good that occured because of his tragic past. His family tried to FUCKING DROWN HIM. Yet he didn't spite them and still believed in the good and trusting others, wanting to be a therapy dog so he can help others as well.

Yes there are moments where the things he do like try to do the cute eyes thing or asking Puss to rub his belly could on the surface seem like him trying to be dumb but he was the one without anybody else telling him to use that to his advantage to distract Horner enough to save the day, and is able to calm Puss when he was having a panic attack. Every moment in the film Perrito is there in the side but he is never shadowed by others and still shines as a character in the film.

So many side characters are literally just there as fodder or a easy marketable mascot and nothing more, you see it Disney, Pixar, even live action movies where characters are there to do like maybe one thing say some stupid stuff and the rest of the film they're completely useless. Even good movies have side characters that are completely forgettable and just a fodder to the team. But a good side character can make people laugh and still be integral to the plot and the team just like how in a group you don't have to be the leader to be important to the team. Without Perrito the story wouldn't have happened the way it did. Not everyone can be a leader, but everyone can be a Perrito.

SO GO WATCH PUSS IN BOOTS ALREADY. YOU'RE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT ON HOW AMAZING THIS FILM IS.

#puss in boots spoilers #puss in boots 2 spoilers #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots #perrito #puss in boots perrito

[madwomansapologist]

Please make more chapters for you look like you've seen a ghost I'm dying for more. It's too good to just be a one shot 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

you look like you've seen a ghost | Part 2

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synopsis: You love the ability to see colors, but you love your boyfriends more.

warnings: soulmate!au. slasher themes. fluff. estabilished relationship. just a peace of their future.

note: your wish is my command. I hope you like it!

You're obsessed with TV. Not with horror movies, or movies in general, or any kind of sitcom. You're obsessed with TV. The device. How can a metal tub display so many images? How something can be aired by a TV channel and make half way through the world until your home? And if you press a buton... it changes. It just changes.

Don't matter how much science evolves, somethings are better when explained by magic. Just like lightning. There was a time when people would tell stories about Zeus to a kid who questioned why it's lightning, and now, because of science, people have to admit that they don't fucking know.

But you don't really care about how a TV works. What you really care, the reason for you to spend so much time in front of it, its the colors. Oh, the colors. Before you started seeing them, you convinced yourself that they weren't that big of a deal. People were exagerating. But they weren't.

Northem lights. Emeralds. The starry sky. Monarchy butterfly. Blur view in front of a traffic light. Pomegranates. Sparks flying. Fireworks. Red lipstick. Vincent van Gogh.

It took you some time to understand that your reality changed, your favorite movie turned into your life, and for a time it was scary as hell. But then you meet them. You saw colors. And maybe, just maybe, that was the universe being generous. Because to let you see all those things, feel all that love, can only be an act of compassion.

"You look like a child", Stu threw himself on the sofa, making you bounce. "What's so excited about Clueless? That's the millionth time you watch it."

"Everything about Clueless is perfect", you yawned. Straightening your posture, you rubbed your eyes. You haven't blinked in a while. "It's so colorful."

You thought Stu would laugh, but he didn't. "I'm rewatching every Nightmare on Elm Street because I love the red tone of Freddy's blouse."

"Seven movies?" Stu agreed. "You don't have time to watch a single episode of Kenan & Kel with me, but have time to rewatch seven movies?"

Stu pulled you closer, almost causing you to drop the popcorn on the floor. It still surprises you how strong he really is. He slipped his fingers inside your shirt, icy fingers ruffling your hips. Stu tried to kiss you, but you stuffed your mouth with popcorn.

"Oh... That's how it is then? Ok." Stu filled his hand with popcorn stuffed it on his mouth. He chewed a bit before saying something that sounded almost like: "This is a game for two."

Before you could react, Stu kissed you. It was the most disgusting thing that have ever happened to you. Drooling popcorn fall out of both of your mouths because it was impossible to not laugh. You coughed, choking on a grain, and all the excess popcorn flew right into his face.

"Can someone remind me why i'm with you two?"

It was Billy who was speaking, but that wasn't his voice. As you turned toward the door, Ghostface was leaning against the frame. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the sight of blood glistening on the black fabric.

"Fate", that probably was what Stu were trying to say. He laughed, and coughed the rest of popcorn on his mouth into the plastic bucket. "Luck. Chance."

"Are you okay?" You were trying to be serious, but the popcorn got in your way. "Someone hurted you?"

Billy threw the voice modulator away, and walked towards you in silence. You had already swallowed the rest of the popcorn when he bent down to your height. Billy braced his hands on the couch, each on either side of your head, and you could picture him smirking inside that fantasy.

"Don't I look fine, my love?" You could smell the blood. Billy carressed your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb bumped into your lips. You kissed it. "Do you think someone can hurt me?"

"I can!" Stu shouted.

"Shut up, Shaggy." You snapped. Looking back to Billy, you pouted. "You're late."

Billy carressed you bottom lip a last time before moving away from you both. "Clueless? Again?" Billy took the mask off. He was fine. Billy was safe and sound. "You will never get tired of it?"

"It's colorfull", Stu explained, filling more popcorn on his mouth. When he realized why it was wet, he spat and put the bucket on the floor.

"Do you have room for me there?" Billy pointed to the couch.

"Of course we do", Stu took the control without you noticing. "Movie marathon? I vote on Hannibal."

"I hate that I'll have to wait until 2005 to watch Pride & Prejudice", you complained. You noticed Billy taking the fantasy off. "You better take a shower. You won't stain my couch."

"We'll see about that."

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#madwomansapologist #ask box #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x you #stu macher x billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher x y/n #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #poly!ghostface #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x yn #scream #scream movies #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #stu macher x reader x billy loomis #billy loomis #stu macher headcanons #scream 1996 #billy loomis ghostface #billy loomis fanfiction #stu macher ghostface #stu macher fanfiction #slasher

[mrs-k0zume]

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐨

“i love you all so very much. i won’t forget the time we had together”

@slayfics : the first person i saw on this app and my main inspiration for writing fanfiction. also the reason i started posting on this app in the first place <3

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧, 𝐄𝐯𝐚

@larz-barz : the first friend i’ve made on here. you’ve been with me since the beginning of muitsuri and to the end of mrs-k0zume. you’re so sweet and kind and you’re always there for anyone.

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐄𝐯𝐚

@kimetsu-chan : you’re literally the sweetest and i feel the most comfortable talking or venting to you because you always knew what to say without making me feeling like i’m just reaching out for attention. you’re a really good friend and i know others feel the same about you too. i swear i could see you as a mother figure.

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝??) 𝐄𝐯𝐚

@thewinterpillarhashira : i really did miss you a lot when you left and the whole time i was hoping you were taking care. the amount of time you were gone did worry me though but i’m happy to see you post again. since january to april i’ve always been inspired to start drawing because of the amount of talent you hold. and i fr loved talking to you. reaching out for the first time felt like an instant click between us.

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐄𝐯𝐚

@kiyokatokito & @ta-ni-ya : i honestly love the matching themes and how you two match. watching your friendship is like watching my favorite movie for the first time. and i love both of your oc x canon ships and i honestly don’t know how you both were able to make such beautiful oc’s.

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐄𝐯𝐚

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 :

@cloudymistedskies @colourstreakgryffin @kirorro @aceofstars0 @nimmie-nugget @tokito-dulya20 @snowmist-hashira @your-local-demon-slayer-nerd @boo-simplified @bloodfixnd @frostburn-shoto @loveemii @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira

you’re all so talented in your own ways. doesn’t matter if it’s art or a fanfic. it’s talent and i don’t want any of you to give up on your dreams no matter what anyone tells you. every single one of you are amazing and i wouldn’t have had the best time on here if it weren’t for all of you. please take care of yourselves and remember that you are so loved more than you think.

(if i forgot anyone please tell me. i added who popped up in my head)

#who knows if i’ll come back #who knows when #muitsuri talks #kenmas annoying ass wife talks #kenmas annoying ass wife left the chat

[zibiscusloon]

Because it's impossible to choose one, rate and order the cameos/easter eggs you loved most in the movie

I’m gonna go with some of my favorites off the top of my head! There were so many across the whole movie and I loved each and every one, lol

(Note this is in no specific order!)

1. Chica’s fucking Magic Rainbow

My friend Axe ( @gayfrogsarecool ) caught this lil easter egg while we were watching the movie and it managed to flood back so many memories. So.. many… memories…. (All of yelling at a rude ass rainbow-)

I’m probably in a minority of people who loved Fnaf World during its initial release, so I really wasn’t thinking there’d be a World reference! It was really sweet to see!

2. Balloon Boy (lil bastard-)

I can’t believe I’m admitting that this lil shit is the only animatronic who managed to succeed on every single fucking jumpscare. He got me each time— There was no excuse for them to work every time! He was literally just standing there! But noooooo, Freddy biting Max in half only gave me a brief pause of “Oh.” But the batterie thief himself is the one who made me jump from my seat- what the fuck-

3. Sparky the Dog! (And Sparky’s Diner!)

Every single fan who has been around since Fnaf 1 knows who Sparky the Dog is! The original hoax character. I remember when I was little and I’d be up watching theories trying to debunk whether or not he was a real character! A fan character was a big surprise and seeing that he even has an in universe diner themed around him made me feel like a kid again! (Only this kid now gets confirmation of a Canon Sparky-)

(Also Imma just say his movie design is adorable I love him sm-)

4. Carl & The Cupcake

Noticed this one out more recently! So during the whole segment where Max & her friends are picked off one by one by the gang I learned that the dude that the Cupcake straight up mauls happens to be named “Carl”! I have no idea if it was intentional or not but it could be a nod to The Cupcake’s fanon name!

5. The Ella springlock suit

So Ella on her own was a rather eerie and intriguing concept from the books (Saying this as someone who is still really iffy with how the whole “Charlie is a Robot” concept was handled)

But seeing her as her own animatronic in the movie really managed to bring up her creep factor! She just looks so ragged and forgotten, she looks like a creepy af porcelain doll (and I love that-). Makes me wonder if we’ll ever see animatronic Ella up and running (probably not but it’d be cool none the less!)

6. Cory & Matpat!

Coryxkenshin has always been a comfort channel for me! I always found his content genuinely nice, genuine, and I have a habit of going back to plenty of his old game playthroughs when I’m feeling down. Man also got jumped by BB- you and me both pal-

When I tell you the cackling I had from the whole “That’s just a theory” line, cheeky son of a- (also I now hc Ness as the Hurricane local menace who is a constant thorn in William’s side cause he keeps breaking into the Pizzaria on the weekends looking for evidence and shit from the MCI)

7. And Of course..

I mean did they really expect to have this as the end credits song and for me to not loudly sing it? Childhood in song form-

#my blog #fnaf #zibi rambles #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #chica’s magic rainbow #ballon boy #sparky the dog #fnaf cupcake #fnaf ella #fnaf ness #(give Cory’s cabbie a name you cowards) #fun fact! when me and Axe went to watch it out theatre’s camera was actually glitching out #but we thought it was intentional- #to go with the whole security camera effect #we found out later that it was definitely NOT intentional the cinemark’s camera was just acting quirky #but it really added to the experience as our first watch!

[zorosleftshoe]

Ok, I have another request because I read every single Colby imagine and I need more 😅 Idk why I'm so much into jealous Colby but could you do one where reader meets Brennen for the first time and they click immediately and sth happens (like a hug or some friendly teasing) and Colby gets jealous and possessive?

Thank you, I looooove your works! 😍

(Thank you for putting up with all my requests 🙈)

Thank you! I’m glad you like them ❤️❤️

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, jealous!colby, swearing

“You don’t have to get so dressed up, you know?” Colby grumbled from his spot on the bed where he had his nose buried in his phone. I spun around in my chair and met his eyes for a second before he glanced back down at the screen.

“I want to make an impression, Colbs. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” He scoffed, taking a quick glance at me then immediately back at his phone.

“Of Brennen? No.” My heart swelled at the thought of him hating the idea of someone else catching my attention and I rose to my feet and moved over to where he was laying.

“I only want you, okay?” He nodded but never tore his eyes away from the object in front of him. “I mean it, mon amour.” He sighed before placing his phone down on his chest and took my hand in his.

“I know. Are you ready?” He looked down at our hands and began to sweetly rub his thumb across my knuckles.

“Yes. Let me grab my jacket.” Colby and Brennen had made plans to grab dinner then come home and watch a couple movies. We pulled up to the restaurant and Colby immediately hopped out, jogging to my side and opening the door. He takes my hand and helps me out.

“Colby!” A male voice rang out causing us both to turn around. Colby moved his hand to my back and guided us to the man that was waiting at the entrance. “Hey, brother.” They gave each other a hug before pulling away and looking over at me.

“This is my girlfriend.” He motioned towards me then back to the man. “This is Brennen.” I stuck my hand out in attempt for a handshake but Brennen pulled me in for a hug. As he pulled away I couldn’t help but notice Colby’s lingering stare. Dinner seemed to go by in a blur. Colby and Brennen almost always deep in conversation. Every so often Colby would reach over, take my hand in his, and give me a reassuring look. It wasn’t odd for him to be affectionate, in fact, it was weird if he wasn’t. But tonight it seemed as if he was touching every chance he got.

Later that night Colby and I were cuddled up on the couch while Brennen was relaxed on the loveseat. Nightmare on Elm Street played quietly on TV in front of us.

“Oh my god.” Brennen groaned out as he stuffed another handful of popcorn into his mouth. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t go to someone about your dreams. Maybe not your family, but your friends?” I moved forward out of Colby’s arms at his words and nodded.

“Right? That’s the thing with all these scary movies. Everyone wants to be the suffer in silence hero. I wouldn’t care if I sound crazy, I’m telling someone for sure.” Brennen looks over at me and leans closer.

“Thank you!” He practically exclaims. “Right up there with running up the stairs instead of out the door.” I let out a laugh at his statement.

“Oh my god, yes. That drives me crazy.” Colby clears his throat and I look back at him in confusion. His eyes are clouded with anger and his jaw is clenched tight. “Are you okay?”

“It’s getting late.” His voice is stone cold as he looks passed me at Brennen who holds the same confused look. After a few moments of silence, Brennen stands up and clears his throat as well.

“Well, thank you for having me. It was great to meet you.” He says before leaning down and pulling me in for another hug. “Always a pleasure, brother.” He waves at Colby before retreating from the room. Once we hear the front door close I turn my body to look at Colby who is already looking at me.

“What was that for?” My question goes unanswered as he leans forward placing a hand on either side of me.

“Hm. Now I exist?” I groan in response.

“What are you talking about?” He gives a breathy chuckle as his lips graze the exposed skin of my chest. “Colby.” I exhale.

“You’re mine. In every way. You understand that?” I hum in response. “I said,” he paused gripping onto my chin and forcing my eyes onto his. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, baby. All yours.” He hums in satisfaction before connecting his lips to my neck and trailing kisses along the base of it towards the valley of my breasts.

“Then prove it to me.”

#sam and colby #colby brock x you #colby brock x y/n #colby brock imagine #colby brock angst #colby brock x reader

[this-acuteneurosis]

Can I just say how much I appreciate the fact you don't stray much from the movies?

It's just so refreshing to see a fic that is built on a clear, unbiased and simple canon base. This way, as you demonstrated, a writer not only has the ability to further explore the main themes and ideas introduced in the source material, but they can also go ahead and naturally develop their own by branching out on those fundamentals. They can offer their perspective by using the source material to their advantage, instead of working against it or even worse, trying to include all contradicting canon aspects. Part of writing a fic is kind of like offering your input in a conversation/disagreement. You have to listen carefully to what the other person is saying in order to form your answer...If you're listening to a thousand different people who are all saying a different thing (in this case, The clone wars, legends, novels, comics ect), you won't be able to give an answer that makes sense, much less give a structured and stable opinion.

I love how you were like "I know star wars is entering an era of a shit ton of spin off content with seemingly no end and most star wars fans know shit like who chewie lost his virginity to and what the kessel run is but screw this. The movies and maybe some late night wiki research is enough."

And you were right.

It's so funny, because I feel like I do ultimately stray pretty far from the movies. Not in terms of events I guess, but especially the prequels, I reject some of the underlying assumptions of what is said on screen and just treat it like fallible people strongly asserting opinions that no one calls them on. See: everything I ever assert about the Force/Anakin's "destiny."

I do think it helped me to stick with limited material. And it wasn't even because I saw all of this new SW content coming. I've mentioned this before, but when I started writing Don't Look Back (when it was just Like Fire and I naively believed I was gonna be done in 200k words, lol, rip past me) I hesitated a lot because as far as I was concerned, I wasn't a Star Wars Fan.

I'd watched the OT and PT multiple times. I knew that novels and games and cartoons existed, I knew people had consumed them all. I had been reading some SW fic because @mylongsufferingroommate had been sending me stuff they were enjoying and I was having fun with it. But like, I would never have called myself a Fan. I got goaded into writing this fic by people who knew me too well and really wanted a political thriller. I wouldn't have called them Star Wars Fans either.

Limiting myself to the six movies I had watched was a preemptive defense mechanism against a fan base I wasn't sure would want to accept me. My thin skin is my own problem, but every time I think about writing in a new fandom the same sort of nerves take me: what if my fanon is "wrong" and people are mean?

I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you so much to everyone who gave me a chance and encouraged me and were excited and shared that excitement.

And please, for the love of all the sky and stars DON'T GATEKEEP FANDOMS.

Don't tell people their canon is too big (@blue-sunshine-mauve-morning and @chancecraz have amazing fics that are much more compliant than mine to the broader canon, as a quick example), and definitely don't tell people their canon is too small. Walk away if you aren't enjoying something. Give compliments when you like something that is unique in a fandom you're familiar with. Be patient with people, be kind.

I could easily have given this story up if people hadn't been patient with me. I got comments as early as my first chapter from people who were angry with a single thing that I said and felt the need to tell me I was wrong. I could have left. I could have stopped.

I'm glad I didn't. But I wonder how many other people have.

#writing #people are so kind #fandom #stop gatekeeping #please #canon what canon #me just playing around in my own little sandbox #hoping you all are enjoying the show #anxious someone might steal my toys #or knock over my castle #yes I'm still like this #my thin skin problem

[writer-by-the-sea]

College Professor Elliott x Gn! Student

Part 1 of ? I stopped, my words trailing off as I gazed into a pair of eyes in the front row. Two beautiful eyes, breathtakingly perfect eyes that stared right back at me, unafraid to maintain eye contact with me, unafraid of the successful author standing directly in front of them… Ready to challenge anything I might throw their way.

Chapter one: The meet cute

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A sea of eyes watch me as I pace back and forth before them, the sound of laptops opening, bags zipping, pens on paper, and the occasional snore from one of my already uninterested students; the true college experience. When I was younger I never saw myself teaching a class. My main goal was to become an author. A New York Times best seller, famous and rich beyond my wildest dreams! 

It was much easier to obtain than I’d ever imagined. 

Thirteen novels later and I was here, teaching a class full of young and eager faces; each one just as desperate to accomplish the same goals that I’d managed to do early on in my career. They always took every word I spoke as the one and only truth, the end all of how to become a published author and a well known one at that. 

After all, the class was called ‘Humble Beginnings - How to publish your first novel.’ Humble being that it was my last name, a little joke to myself when I came up with the class title. It was very much the opposite of ‘humble’ especially when I stood before all of them, dressed in clothing that most of them could never afford, my hair perfectly styled with products shipped from all around the world, the watch on my wrist costing more than my first car— Humble Beginnings… when in reality, it was all pure luck and a dash of talent. 

I begin by scribbling my name on the white board in the font of the class, something I don’t find myself using often and will usually only keep my name up the entire semester. Professor Elliott Humble. I hate being called ‘Mr. Humble’ but Elliott feels too familiar in this setting. 

I turned and looked out to the class, taking time to memorize the faces as I scanned over them. Some excited and eager to begin, others nervous and scared of what’s to come, and one in the back with his head thrown back as another light snore rips around the room. “Theme stated, can anyone tell me what that means?”

A few hands raise, those who have already done their research, those who may have read ahead on the required book in my class— not one that I’ve written myself, but one that would be very beneficial to any future writer. Save the Cat! Writes a novel.

I point to someone a few rows back. She wore a brown oversized sweater and a mustard yellow beanie. My quick thought is that she’s a bit of a hipster, someone who dreams of writing the next most inspirational and unique novel. A dream that will fail once they come to learn the truth of publishing. “Yes, you. Let’s hear it.” 

“Theme stated— A hint at the transformation that the main character will make.” 

“Wonderful!” I grinned, earning a blush from my praise. And nothing new there, it was common to attract a few shy glances and not so subtle swoons from my audience. Be it from my interviews, book signing, or here in class, someone was bound to develop a little crush. Usually the entire class by the end of the semester. So much for being Humble.

“Can anyone give me a good example of a theme stated?”

More hands go up this time, either they now knew what it meant or they were too nervous to try to answer the first question of the class. 

I hummed as I looked out at the class, one man vibrating in his seat with excitement. I could already hear his answer, something from a Marvel movie or maybe Star Wars. He wore glasses that were too small for his face, a worn out Iron Man t-shirt, and a chain necklace that showed off a single heavy lock that hung just above his collarbone. “What’s your example?” 

“You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” 

“Ah, that’s a very good one!” The student was beaming, proud of himself and rightfully so— it was a very good example. “The Dark Knight, correct?” DC and not Marvel, but close enough. 

“Yes, Mr. Humble!” 

I cringed a bit at hearing my name, luckily it seemed that no one noticed. “In The Dark Knight, we see Harvey Dent and Batman, both considered heroes. Dent in his attempt to rid Gotham of crime, and Batman as a vigilante protecting the city.” Can’t say I was prepared to reveal my own slightly nerdy side of myself so early on. But it couldn’t be helped. “Later on, Dent becomes a villain while Batman allows himself to be considered a villain for the greater good of Gotham.

“Some of you may be tempted to shake your head or roll your eyes. You may be asking yourself, ‘why would I ever want to be so on the nose with the theme of my story?’ And it’s rather simple, a strong theme, a strong statement in the beginning of your novel or script, in Batman's case; can take your work from being your average basic story, and into something so much more powerful. Something that moves your audience, something that captures their attention and holds onto them for dear life…”

I stopped, my words trailing off as I gazed into a pair of eyes in the front row. Two beautiful eyes, breathtakingly perfect eyes that stared right back at me, unafraid to maintain eye contact with me, unafraid of the successful author standing directly in front of them… Ready to challenge anything I might throw their way.

“Uh, I-,” I turned my back to the class, quickly pulling my collar away from my throat, my tie suddenly too tight. Clearing my throat, I spoke again, “What else do some of you think is the most important factor in a novel?”

I meant to keep going on, to ask for more examples, to spin more on how important the theme stated was but— I turned and looked back to the class, forcing a smile to them and looking at the newly raised hands to pick another answer. But then my eyes fell back to them. No hand raised, but still paying full attention as they waited for the chance to learn more. I knew I was blushing now, my cheeks no doubt turning bright red as I ripped my gaze away from them again. I pointed to a random student, not paying attention to anything about them as they answered. 

“A novel outline?” They were unsure, their voice going up at the end of their answer. But it was an alright answer, a more obvious one, but still a decent enough answer. 

“Yes, good point! Outlines are important. Not everyone uses them and it’s something we’ll dive into throughout the class— I’ve done both methods, outlining and not, and.. I’ll tell you which novels sold better,” I teased. 

The class laughed, some of them nodding along with me, most likely the ones that struggled with outlining and wanted to know how to avoid it. 

“Now, I’d like to take a little bit of time to get to know some of you. I’m going to end class a little early—“ Some students dropped their jaws, looking around the room at each other in confusion. “Don’t mistake this for kindness,” I said quickly. “You’ll be receiving your first assignment and it will take some time.” 

I chuckled at some of them as they groaned and relaxed back into their seats. “Homework after the first class? I know, I’m so cruel. But—“ I jogged to my desk, grabbing the first book that sat on top, one of my own. I smacked the cover and showed it to the class, not my first novel but it was one of the best selling ones. “If you want to become published, you have to write every single day!” I tossed the book to someone in the third row, some gasps escaping as they caught it. 

“Tell me your name and your future novel genre!” 

The student looked to their left and then to their right, uncertain and apprehensive to answer. 

“Look at me,” I said softly. “Don’t worry about the others, tell me what you want to write.” 

They shrugged, their fingers playing with the edges of my book as they stared at the cover. “It’s kind of lame.” 

“I promise you, it isn’t,” I said. “No genre is boring, except maybe a manual on how to change a lightbulb.” A few laughs came through, and the student smiled. The laughs were what we needed to get them to open up a bit. “So?” 

“Historic fantasy.” 

“Ah, yes. A battle of blades between elves and humankind! How can they ever settle the war between their people?! A marriage alliance? A fight to the death? Or perhaps an even stronger enemy arises that forces them to work together!” 

The student laughed, “Goblins and- and trolls!” 

“I’m excited to see what you come up with! What’s your name?” 

“Tony,” he was grinning now, facing me fully and no longer hiding his face behind my book. 

“Excellent, Tony. Very nice to meet you. Toss the book to someone else!” 

Tony nodded and stood, looking out to everyone around him and trying to decide who to throw to. He tossed it carefully a few seats away from himself, landing on the table of another student. She grabbed it quickly and stood up, holding my book to her chest. 

“I’m Angie, and I want to write romance.” 

“A personal favorite of mine,” I replied. Most of my novels were, in fact, romance. Something I felt I excelled in, and most likely the reason she was really here. To get into the head of her favorite author. “Meeting for the first time and falling in love, reawakening the romance of a dying marriage, or a forbidden romance between two criminals — so many possibilities!” 

“Rose Petal is my favorite book of yours!” 

“Thank you,” I said with a laugh. “Please, toss it on!” 

Angie didn’t even hesitate, she quickly threw the book into the front row, nearly nailing the student in the back of the head but luckily they were able to turn and catch it. They stood slowly, their eyes locking with my own as they held the book with both hands. I made my way to stand in front of them, reaching for the book and taking it from them, my fingers caressing across the back of their hands as I took ownership of the book once again. 

“And you? Are you wishing to write romance as well?” 

“No,” they replied, their voice so soft the students in the back missed it. 

I waited a moment, my attention focused fully on them… I found that I could stare at them for hours, days, weeks even. I allowed myself to study their face and memorize every gorgeous detail. “What is it?”

They smiled before they replied, a smile so wonderful that I almost missed their reply— 

“Horror.”

#stardew valley elliott #elliott sdv #elliott stardew valley #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #elliott x reader #stardew valley #sdv #sdv x reader #x reader #x gn reader #stardew valley au #alternate universe #romance #fluff #comedy #elliott fanfic #elliott stardew valley x reader #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley alternate universe #professor elliott #Elliott Humble #elliot stardew valley #seaside writing #stardew valley drabble #part one #WIP #work in progress

[cherriesncinnamon]

ethan landry headcanons

synopsis: ethan landry headcanons, both sfw & nsfw.

warnings/tags: sexual themes, scream vi spoilers, fem!reader.

a/n: disclaimer, these are just my opinions on what i think ethan would be like irl, don't come for me!!

sfw:

⪩⪨ he loves holding you close when you’re sleeping, wrapping his arms around your body.

⪩⪨ he CANNOT for the life of him keep his hands off of you, in private and in public.

⪩⪨ his favourite meal is spaghetti with tomato sauce, and he tells you that the way you make it is the best, he's definitely biased but you appreciate it anyways.

⪩⪨ after a long day, he wants nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch movies with you, he’ll watch anything, even the corny chick-flicks you love so much, just as long as he’s spending time with you.

⪩⪨ he always waits outside your classes, standing patiently at the door and greeting you with a kiss like he hasn’t seen you in weeks. 

⪩⪨ ethan’s a very jealous person, and becomes filled with anger when he sees you talking to other men, when he knows it’s purely platonic.

⪩⪨ his favourite feature of yours are your eyes (cliche, i know), he gets utterly lost in thought when you gaze at him. 

⪩⪨ he hates it when you criticise yourself, and yells at you to quit it. he truly views you as the most beautiful angel he’s ever seen, you never believe him.

⪩⪨ whenever you feel unsafe, he immediately comes to your apartment to stay with you, determined to protect you even if it means harming himself (me when i pretend i’m not the killer). 

nsfw:

⪩⪨ ethan was a virgin before he met you, as were you, so you both learned a lot from one another.

⪩⪨ since you’re the sole person he’s been with, he’s become somewhat attached, and doesn’t think anyone could make him feel as good as you do.

⪩⪨ he struggles to stop the blood rushing straight to his cock when you do anything inherently sexual, sometimes you do it on purpose to watch his face burn with embarrassment.

⪩⪨ he’s a switch, split 50/50, depending on his mood. you love both sides of him, and it’s never the same routine, which excites you. 

⪩⪨ when he’s submissive, he’s willing to let you do anything to him, completely at your mercy, whimpering and grunting at the euphoria you’re giving him. 

⪩⪨ when he’s dominant, he’s more driven, and you’ve never seen him so serious. he’s typically like this after a difficult day, or following a jealous rage at your behaviour. he does all the work, towering over your frame, and slowly fucking you to drag out the pretty moans he’s so desperate to hear. 

⪩⪨ his favourite part of your body (in a sexual sense) is by far your hips. he loves nothing more than to squeeze the flesh for support when he’s thrusting into you, leaving blush bruises where he once held you.

⪩⪨ you frequently ask him to join you in the shower, and he never jumps up to your aid so quick. you innocently lather each other with soap, fingertips trailing every curve and inch of skin on your bodies. every single time you’ve done this, it’s ended with sex, him bending you over the sink, hands against the wall and bodies dripping with water.

⪩⪨ his favourite position is definitely good ol’ missionary. it’s the position you both lost your virginities in, so he’s become devoted, especially because it’s still you. he loves it when you tangle your legs around his waist, hands snaked around his neck, pulling softly at his curls.

⪩⪨ ethan enjoys eating your pussy the most, he is obsessed with pleasing you. after giving him a few pointers, he’s gotten unbelievably good at it. you love when you orgasm on his tongue, and look down at his pretty smile against your core as he finishes you off.

⪩⪨ there have been multiple occasions where you have had pregnancy scares, probably because of the lack of protection in the heat of the hormone filled outbursts. ethan tries his best to calm you down, but truthfully he’s masking his own anxiety to comfort you. it’s gotten so bad that you’ve had to commit to the pill, much to ethan’s delight now that he can finish inside of you without the added fear.

#scream 6 #scream vi #scream movies #ethan landry #ghostface #headcanon #fem reader

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Paranormal Investigator

Mike Schmidt x Reader

hey y’all I’m kinda nervy wervy about this bc I haven’t written since 2018, but I just love mikes character soooo much in the movie, n josh hutcherson got be barking like a dog. after watching the movie I had this thought that I just had to get out of my brain. so give me grace on any oddities or mistakes and lemme know what to improve kiss kiss hope you enjoy

Summary: you get caught breaking into Freddy’s by the night guard as he cleans up the mess from the last break in, you both come up with a deal where you can get spooky footage of Freddy’s, while Mike monitors and attempts to contact Garrett.

Warnings: no Vanessa (love her but can’t fit er in), movie spoilers, female reader, doesn’t follow movie plot, written on mobile yikes, and also I have no idea where to go with it could be a one/two part thing or more. Possible illusions to sex, and mature themes.

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“So you’re telling me, you expected to be breaking in with people who are tryna get me fired? Uh- I’m sorry, how am I supposed to believe you?” The security said absentmindedly sweeping shattered glass. Yes, you had misunderstood the instructions you overheard at Sparkys. You thought the group would break in at night, before the security’s shift, not the morning after the security shift.

“Uh, well the glass on the floor would be a good indication I’m telling the truth.” The security gave you a tired look pausing his sweeping. “I meant about my aunt… uh, anyways, look I have my sister here, I’ve got work to do, you can’t be running around like a crazy person.”

“Oh. Your sister’s your coworker?”

“No, uh, just, I’ve got a lot on my plate for tonight, I won’t contact the cops if you just get out.” He stuttered, words fumbling out of his mouth quickly. The guard found himself battling between confidence and embarrassment, he couldn’t get a clear glimpse of you yet in the dim light but he already knew from what he could see of you that he’d surely be head over heels and make himself look a fool.

“Please? Just let me take a look around, I’ll help you clean this mess, and after you can go off back to work while I do a quick scan of the place. I promise I’ll be out of your hair. I just want some footage.” You begged snapping him out of his thoughts, your eyes bright, glossy and blinking hopefully at him.

Sighing, he rubbed his free hand down his face, eyes panning around the room. Glass still shattered everywhere, things scattered, tables turned, if he wanted to get back to his dream he’d need to be quick with cleaning. “Fine, you’ll help me clean then you’ll do your thing and leave, yeah?” With a single confident nod from you it was decided.

The main area was cleaned fairly quickly, small talk here and there, learning his name was Mike and Abby, his little sister, had to come with him because his babysitter never got back to him. Now in the kitchen Mike looked over to you as you picked up empty scattered pizza boxes. “What exactly are you recording for?”

Standing with empty boxes in hand you looked at Mike and for a minute or so you both simply looked at each other. “Well, I’m kinda into the ghostly stuff, and y’know about the murders.” Mike's brow perked curiously at that, muttering the word ‘murders’ back to himself. “What happened?”

You shrugged, leaning against the metal kitchen counter watching as Mikes eyes followed your every move intensely. “Kids disappeared, cops never found them and it was ruled as a homicide, soon after there were complaints about a rotting smell coming from the animatronics. Public opinion, or rather, the rumour is the kids' corpses are in the suits, and they haunt the joint now.”

Mike opened his mouth to respond but before he could a child’s shriek rang through the pizzaria echoing off the walls. He quickly perked up, fear evident on his face, and within seconds he was shouting his sister's name while sprinting off.

You pulled yourself away from the counter as fast as you could and followed Mike in a panic. You caught up to Mike in the main area stopping your footing just a few steps behind him. The two of you stared astonished for a moment at the animatronics surrounding Abby. Freddy stepped away first, walking menacingly towards the two adults. Thinking fast Mike grabbed a chair in defence, while Freddy’s figure shadowing over both Mike and yourself. Thankfully Abby giggled and skipping her way over to Freddy, Mike and you. “They where tickling me so much, I could barely breathe! Mike this is Freddy, my friend! Freddy this is my brother, Mike!”

Mike looked amazed at his sister, the eased demeanour, the smile on her face, she hadn’t looked like this at home in years but in front of seven foot sentient animatronics, she is? Freddy sized up Mike who still held the chair in front of him, you huddled safely behind him..

“What the hells happening?” You asked wide eyed looking around Mike’s shoulder at his face Mike's mouth pulled tightly and released; a mouth shrug in response. Turning slightly to each side he put down the chair and shouted: “This better be a prank, right, there being controlled somewhere in the back? Okay! You got us, you can come out now!” After moments of silence, it was evident nobody was coming. “Okay, Abby let’s go we’re leaving.” Mike rushed, waving Abby forward towards him, and away from the machines.

The animatronics all just stood there, watching as Abby whined to stay, explaining what they liked, as well as how fun they were. To show the two how much they like drawings she scribbled up a heart picture for Bonnie, watching as the bunny took it passively. Neither Mike, nor YN we’re having anything to do with the animatronics though, and luckily it took no longer. Abby waved, and said her goodbye as Mike grabbed both her hand and yours and dragged the two of you off to the exit.

Once outside, you and Abby stood at his car while he ran back in to grab Abby’s things. “What’s your name again?” Abby questioned out of the blue, rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. “YN, I was here for a recording when I met Mike.” YN explained, half there half rethinking what happened. “Like a movie?”

You nodded but couldn’t elaborate as Mike interrupted, stepping beside the two of you. “Okay Abs it’s best if we get home and get you tucked in, YN, will you be, uh, okay?” Mike looked around nervously, he seemed suddenly embarrassed again, this time you could tell.

Scanning the parking lot Mike took note of his car being the only one in the parking lot. “Do you drive?” He asked, now it was your turn to be embarrassed and you shrunk slightly at the question, making Abby to giggle. Mike quickly hushed her and asked her to put her stuff in the trunk and buckle herself in while the two spoke. “No, I take the bus with my bike, then I bike it the rest of the way.” Mike nodded biting the inside of his cheek, he was prone to stupidity at times making quick decisions but this was probably gonna take the cake.

“Listen, if you watch Abby tonight, babysit, i-I’ll give you free range in the pizzaria for a few hours. To record. Of course. And drive you there and back…” YN’s eyebrows shot up, suddenly thinking of every possible outcome being able to catch these animatronics walking without technical reasoning could really kick start something for her. Meanwhile Mike was anxious to get back as fast as possible to dream again, although he felt slightly selfish for leaving his sister with a stranger. Mike eyed the woman again, watching as she processing things in her own mind. She seemed too pretty, to be criminal, maybe Mike had finally lost it.

“You got yourself a deal, boss.” You smirked, voice scaring Mike out of his mind. He quickly nodded, smiling slightly eyes darting back and forth between the concrete and you. The two hopped into the car after attaching your bike to the back. “Abby, YN is gonna watch you tonight, at home. Okay? I gotta get back to work.” Abby awed, whined, and crossed her arms, pulling the biggest most childish scowl she could muster. You just smiled at her antics while Mike pulled out of the parking lot, and down the road.

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf fandom #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #fnaf mike #mike schmidt x reader #fanfic #fnaf michael afton #fnaf michael schmidt #female reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x female reader

[dat-bruv-person]

𓆩♡𓆪 preparing for Christmas with them!

a/n: this is part of the #fluffvember2022 event that I was tagged in, my first one actually, so I hope you guys enjoy and check out the other works of the authors! Happy Fluffvember! @maehemthemisfit , here is the fic.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

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Lisa puts bells on her hat to make it look suitable for the festive season and decorates the library for Christmas. Miss Librarian here also puts away the purple and replaces is with a not so modest red dress all the way from 20th December till Jesus's b-day. Stockings, fishnets: she likes to switch it up. She knows you like to make time to see her, so she when she sees you coming she quickly hangs up the mistletoe above the door where you come in. Whether that gets you flustered or not is up to you, but a makeout session beneath the doorway shall be had nonetheless. After her library closes, you can bet that you two are having hot chocolate next to the fireplace and Christmas tree.

Ayato doesn't celebrate Christmas, so the Kamisato estate isn't decorated for the occasion. Who do you think they are? Commoners? Well no, obviously, but there is a tree in Lord Kamisato's office! Just a small one! You help him decorate it: it's going to have tiny baubles and tinsel to lighten up the mood, even just a little bit. Ayato wants to explore the holiday with you, so he's open to any suggestions like drinking hot chocolate together or watching movies. If you guys do try it, tell me how it went.

Ah, Lady Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine. She's very interested in this mortal holiday, and spending it with you this year shall be even more exciting! Whether you're a fantastical being like her or Ei, or you're regular human as mentioned, it doesn't matter. She's going to have lots of fun with you. Yae Miko insists on decorating the Shrine with you, but it's more like her watching you do it whilst you flex your body to get in the nooks and crannies. Trust me, she's enjoying the view. If you beg her enough, she'll give in to your whining and wear baubles instead of her usual earrings. You can't tell anyone though, it's your little secret. Christmas cuddles are a must. Contrary to popular belief, she's very cuddly and possessive. Sure, she likes to tease you, but she's nice! She's also your's.

Zhongli goes Christmas shopping with you in November. He's seen the rush, and the fights, and the deals. He's not going through that. Yes, you'll have to pay more and you guys will look weird but that's okay. You guys will have the last laugh when you see the many Liyueans groan in realisation. Like Ayato and Yae Miko, he's never celebrated this holiday, but since this is his first year living as a human, he has to fit in. Your husband/boyfriend/fiancé makes different teas for you to taste test. Cinnamon tea, peppermint tea, pumpkin spice. You name it, he attempts to make it. Soon, your stuffed with tea and can't drink anymore! Oh well, a movie marathon can help you digest all of that.

Yelan doesn't see the significance of this holiday. Yeah... excuse her, she's a bit insensitive about this. That doesn't mean she doesn't care, she'll take a look at your wishlist and buy every single thing on that list. You add something later? That's fine. 💸 money noises. 💸 You take something off there? 💸 refund noises. 💸 She's not the most affectionate, nor the best with words, but she is trying her best to show you that she loves you. Otherwise, why would she be with you in the first place? Anyway, I should probably mention that she's a secret sucker for Christmas rom-coms. I mean, two idiots beat around the bush and eventually fall in love with a festive theme. What more could you want??

Xiao doesn't see the point. Why do so many people on this list not celebrate Christmas or any kind of holiday??? Should've rethought who I was writing for. But!! But. Hear me out. You make him cinnamon almond tofu. Oh my goodness, hand in marriage right now. Or better. You join him in being a Yaksha and have your wedding over the graves of the dead Yakshas to make it seem like they're your guests. He would love you forever and ever and ever. Also: you guys have snowball fights for every day that it snows. Keep him from eating the snow though, okay? Xiao probably has no sense of self-control when it comes to snow. Put a santa hat on him and you really are done! He has so much fun though, he'll ask every day of December if it's Christmas yet and doesn't sleep on Christmas Eve at all.

Childe + baking gingerbread since he is a ginger = perfection. You, him and Tuecer soooo make cookies for Santa, or in this case Ded Moroz. Search him up, he's cool. Carrots for the reindeer and milk for the jolly fat man in the sky, you guys are all set. Sleepovers! Basically, you guys prepare for Christmas with his family. Instead of actually sleeping, you guys may be sharing soft kisses under the blankets of the pillow fort, but they don't need to know that... Childe is really grateful to have you, you make everything so much fun! Decorating the tree with him is a blast, and you've got yourself a fan when you put the star on the tree without being lifted up <- Tuecer is the fan by the way.

Miss Shenhe is clueless with the concept of holidays itself: you've got to give her the best time ever. First, you two get some matching sweaters - that's the bare minimum. She seems to like matching with you, protectively holding your arm in the fear of you leaving her and matching with someone else. Don't worry babes, [name] wouldn't leave you like that. You can stop being jealous now. You need to take her to the Christmas markets! She's going to be so bewildered, walking around being offered sweets and crackers and goodies! She feels... normal. Accepted. Shenhe has already deemed Christmas her favourite season. Pick out trees with her, take it back to her abode and decorate it with the many pinecone and candy canes and tinsel you found. She offers to put tinsel around your neck and- oh? Is that a smile coming from our crane on the wind? Aww <3

Kazuha knows what this holiday is, he used to celebrate it with Tomo when they were both in Inazuma together. But now he has you. That's all he needs. He's so cheeky! Throwing snowballs at you and pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about? The nerve! This is war. You guys just walk hand in hand along the path with pine trees, shaping snow into tiny ornaments and putting them on the trees, only for them to fall down and you both laugh. You guys take in stray cats and sneak them on board Beidou's ship. She doesn't mind, but she thinks 10 cats is more than enough. The ship itself is full of life, and Kazuha definitely seems to know a lot of Christmas folk tales. The lights are amber, carols are being sung. This is how your prepare for Christmas.

Once again, thank you for letting me participate in this event, and if there are any other events then hit me up you know?

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Ten: Trick or Treat, Freak

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,484 Warnings:  angst, lil' bit of fluff, nancy drinking, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get more Dusty in this episode!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Halloween. My least favorite holiday of the year. I mean, I used to love it, but being busted by the cops the last two years kind of puts a damper on things. My mom, however, loves it when we dress up. I didn’t want to spoil my costume yet, so I decided to sit the pictures out.

Did I forget to mention that Dustin got teeth? Well, they’re dentures, basically. He’s so proud of them and loves to show them off, so while Mom was taking pictures of him, he cheesed so hard, I thought his cheeks were going to burst.

“I wanna see those pearls,” Mom said.

I was sitting with Mews as she took the pictures, the cat meowing as Mom said, “Who you gonna call?” before singing the Ghostbusters theme music.

The movie was amazing and had a big influence on the boys. That’s all we watched. I swear I could tell you every single line from every single scene, my favorite line being “It’s the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.”

Mom was gonna let me take the car to school so that I could drive Dustin, but he opted out and decided to ride his bike to school, which didn’t bother me any. I could bike myself. I went outside to get on my bike when I heard a car pull up then a door shut. Looking in the direction of my driveway, I saw Steve making his way up the drive.

“Steve?” I asked. “What are you doing here?” We met halfway between his car and where I was standing by my front door.

“Just wanted to see if you needed a ride,” he said.

With one eyebrow raised, I looked at him with a deadpan expression. “Really?”

“Kind of.” He looked off while sighing, putting his hands in his pockets, a move he typically made when he was nervous. Looking back at me, he asked, “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

I furrowed my brows, turning my head just a little while still looking at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“No sex dreams last night?” He smiled a little as I rolled my eyes and replied, “I never should’ve told you that.”

“Just take the damn ride,” Dustin said, petalling past us.

“He’s right,” Steve said. “Come on, just let me take you to school.”

I smiled a little, looking off into the trees before giving my reply. “Okay.”

~~~

Study Hall. One of my favorite classes. I used to skip class during this time of the day, but ever since Steve and I became friends again, I found myself liking the “class” more and more. Gave me the opportunity to catch up on some reading, or homework, or finish my classwork from the previous classes.

I was sitting at the same table with him and Nancy, sitting across from them. From my periphery, I saw Nancy stand up and walk away from the table. Following her with my eyes, I watched as she went to the pencil sharpener.

Steve tapped my hand a few moments later, a spark traveling up my hand at his touch. He nodded his head towards Nancy, so I turned around and watched her for a moment before standing up and moving towards her, Steve following behind me.

Standing a little bit behind her, my eyes followed Steve as he put his hand on her shoulder, the front of his body facing me. “Nancy. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

She looked forward again after having looked at Steve. I looked as well, seeing what she was seeing; a young woman that looked like Barb. I sighed and grabbed her hand, taking her into a private room, Steve following.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Nancy said.

“Doing what?” Steve and I asked. We looked at each other then away as I walked to the window.

“Pretending like everything’s okay.”

Turning my head over my shoulder, I asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Barbra, Liv,” she said. “It’s like everyone forgot. It’s like nobody cares, except her parents.”

I sighed, closing my eyes.

“And now they’re selling their house–”

“Nance,” Steve said.

“--And they’re going to spend the rest of their lives looking for her,” Nancy ranted.

“I know.”

“It’s destroying them.”

“I know, okay?” Steve said. “I get it. But listen–” He stopped his words which caused me to look at him, his eyes asking me to help him out.

“Nance, there’s nothing we can do about it,” I said.

She turned towards me a little. “We could tell them the truth.”

“You know we can’t do that,” I quietly exclaimed. 

“We don’t have to tell them everything.”

“This isn’t a game, Nancy. This is our lives. We all could go to jail.”

Steve walked by me to go close the blinds. I only knew this because I could hear them.

“A place you’re all too familiar with,” Nancy retorted.

“Girls,” Steve said.

“They could destroy our families,” I said. 

I heard Steve sigh as Nancy and I had a staring contest. “They could do anything they want,” he whispered. “Okay? Just think about what you’re saying, Nancy.” A couple seconds went by before Steve added, “Hey… hey, hey…” 

He came into my line of sight when he sat on the table by Nancy. I was so upset with her that I backed up and walked out of the room. I wanted to slam the door shut, but knew I couldn’t, so I quietly closed it before going back to the table to pack up my stuff.

I made it about halfway to Steve’s car before I heard his voice shouting my name. When I turned to face him, he almost ran into me. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?” “I can’t believe she freaking said that,” I said. ‘The jail thing. That would destroy my mom, and I can’t do that to her again, I just can’t!”

“Hey, listen, I know,” he said, softly. 

“I mean, who the hell does she think she is?! Wanting to risk everyone’s lives and families all because she wants to spill the truth.” I looked him in his eyes, tears starting to blur everything around me. “I can’t do it, Steve. I just can’t.”

He put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me into him. I immediately wrapped my arms around his middle, burying my face in his chest, letting my tears flow. I had so much shit building inside of me since last year that I couldn’t take it anymore.

I felt his cheek on the top of my head, and I knew it was his cheek because it was soft and not hard like his chin would be. All I wanted to do in that moment was leave school and go start my shift at the station before I had to get ready for Tina’s party.

“Hey,” he said, resting his chin on the top of my head. “It’s hard, but let… let’s just go to Tina’s stupid party in our stupid costumes and just pretend like we’re stupid teenagers, okay?” I could feel him pull back to try and look at me, so I loosened my arms from his middle to look up at him. “And get busted for the third or fourth year in a row?”

He chuckled. “I won’t let that happen.”

As I looked at him, I could see something in his eyes that I only saw when he looked at Nancy. So, I pulled away, looking down and tilting my ear near my shoulder. “Uhm, I think I’m just gonna ditch the rest of the day. Get started on my community shift early at the station. Can you take me? I can walk if you need to be here with Nance.”

“No, no, I can take you,” he said. “Let’s leave now.”

We both got in his car and drove in silence. When I noticed we were almost there, I looked at him and said, “Thanks, Steve.”

“For what?” he asked.

“Being there for me. It’s nice to have my best friend back.” I smiled as I felt the car come to a stop. “And for ditching school for a little while to bring me here.”

“That’s what best friends are for,” he smiled. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “See you at Tina’s stupid party.”

~~~

It didn’t surprise Hopper when I walked into the station hours before I was supposed to be there.

“Getting a little jump start?” he asked.

“Yup,” I said, punching in my time card. “School was getting boring anyway.” I set my stuff down, feeling upset still about what happened in the library with Nancy. Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I knew it was Hop, so I just went into his office.

After he closed the door and went to his desk, he said, “She’s been asking about you.”

We looked at each other, a knowing look on his face. 

“Well, can I see her?” I asked, sighing when he shook his head no. “Come on, Hop. It’s been a year.”

“Not exactly.”

“Okay, fine. Almost a year. She saved my brother from being D&D food. I was like a big sis–”

“No, Liv. It’s not safe.”

“Not safe? How the hell is it not safe?”

He sighed. “She wants to go trick or treating tonight as a ghost.”

“Which is ironic considering the boys are going as the Ghostbusters crew.” I sat in the chair, sighing.

“Alright, what else is bothering you?” he asked, kicking his feet up on his desk.

“Just a stupid comment that stupid Nancy made,” I said. Looking at Hop after a few seconds, he gave me that expression that told me to give him the details. “She said–” I stopped my words before spilling them out, almost as if it was one big work. “She wants to tell Barb’s parents about what really happened, and not caring about the consequences.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “So?”

“You know what would happen,” I said, giving him the same stern look I give to Dustin. “I’ll end up back in here, or in the lab, and my mom would be destroyed… again. I can’t do that to her. It’s like all she cares about is Barb and no one else.”

“That was her best friend, right?” Hop asked.

“Yeah.”

“So, wouldn’t you want to do the same thing if it was your best friend?”

I thought it over for a moment, tears threatening to blur my vision at the thought of losing Steve like that. “I don’t want to think about that. I would let them rest in peace. I mean, her parents hired Murray, of all people, to help them. I just–” I sighed. “I didn’t know what to do, so I asked Steve to bring me here.”

“You taking your brother trick or treating?”

“Fuck no.”

“Language, Liv.”

“Sorry.” I cleared my throat. “No. I’m not. I’m going to a party.”

“Whose?”

“Tina’s. Please don’t bust it this year.”

“Don’t plan on it. I got plans that involved candy, getting fat and watching scary movies.”

I nodded in understanding. “Cool. Give her my love.” I stood up and walked out of his office, going to do my own work that Flo already had prepared for me.

~~~

A few hours later, I was picked up by Steve, who took me home. I wasn’t fully in the door before Dustin told me that Billy Hargrove tried to run him, Lucas and Mike over on the road. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I was livid. I wanted to punch a hole into his gut.

So, trying to do my hair in a 1970’s style was not easy, so I had my mom help me. By the time my hair was cooled off in the rollers, I took them out and flipped my hair a couple times to get the texture I needed. When I was happy, I put on a regular t-shirt with a red jacket over it, some denim jeans and my Nike Cortez.

Dustin was still in his Ghostbusters costume, so when it came time to leave, he biked over to Mike’s house. Steve came and picked me up, both him and Nancy asking what or who I was.

Flabbergasted, I sat back in my seat. “Seriously? Farrah Fawcett!”

“She doesn’t have brown hair,” Nancy said.

“So?” Steve and I asked.

“Can you guys stop doing that? It’s weird.”

I chuckled as Steve drove off to Tina’s house. When we got there, I pulled Steve aside and told him that he needed to hold me back if Billy was here tonight ‘cause I was gonna hurt him really bad for what he did to Dustin. I didn’t want to tell Nancy because she wouldn’t believe me anyways.

When we walked into the house, I saw a bunch of people and heard one of my favorite songs, Motley Crue’s Shout At The Devil.

“We got ourselves a new Keg King, Harrington,” Tommy said.

All I saw was red as I looked at Billy. I was behind Steve, so he kept his arm out just a little to keep me back. 

“Let me at him, Steve,” I muttered.

He didn’t answer me, so when Billy raised his hand to take a drag from his cigarette, I took it from him, taking a long drag myself.

“Farrah Fawcett doesn’t smoke,” Billy smiled.

“This one does,” I said, taking another drag. Putting the cigarette in a cup with liquid in it, I went around Steve to attack Billy, but Steve grabbed my arm and pulled me away to follow Nancy into the kitchen. “Let me kill him, Steve. Please let me kill him.”

“You’ll go to jail,” he said, looking me straight in my eyes.

When I heard someone say “Pure fuel! Pure fuel,” I looked over at Nancy, seeing her chug whatever red liquid was in the bowl.

“Nance, take it easy, that’s shit’s real strong,” I said.

She had her hand out, finishing the burning liquid before she said, “We’re just being stupid teenagers for the night. Wasn’t that the deal?” before scooping some more into her cup and drinking that before wiping some red drops off her face and walking away.

“She’s gonna get wasted,” I said, grabbing my own cup and taking a sip from it.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“Do you even remember who made this?” At his silence, I said, “You’re looking at her. Sophomore year. That was the night you became Keg King.”

“What about popularity king?”

“The night after your first basketball game when the King at the time was about to graduate.”

“How do you remember that?” he asked, turning to rest his hands on the counter.

I sighed before quietly saying, “I remember everything about you,” before taking a sip and walking onto the dance floor.

~~~

I was pacing myself with the red drink, unlike Nancy who was drinking it like water. I’m not sure how many she had, so when she drunkenly walked to the counter to lean over it, Steve followed her, telling her no.

I watched her try to shove him off, so I walked over to them, almost running into Steve as he walked away from Nancy as he said, “No, you’ve had enough.”

“Screw you!” Nancy replied. She grabbed the cup from him and went back to the counter.

“Nancy, stop,” I said. “You’re wasted, stop.”

“Nance, I’m serious,” Steve said. “Hey, hey, hey, stop. No, I’m serious.” He tried grabbing the cup from her again as she started to fight him. 

“Nancy, put it down,” I said.

“No, Liv,” she replied, although it almost sounded like a toddler saying it with how drunk she was.

“Nance, put it down,” Steve said, trying to gently take the cup from her.

“Steve! Stop,” Nancy said.

I went to step in as Steve said for her to stop, but was too late as the liquid dumped all over her white shirt.

She looked up at Steve, slurring, “What the hell?” before grabbing my hand and dragging me into the bathroom. I guess Steve followed us because he shut the door as I looked for a washcloth to help Nancy.

I ran the washcloth under cold water before patting the fabric of her shirt. She took it from me before I sighed and sat on the counter.

As she rubbed her shirt, Steve said, “Nance, I’m sorry. It’s not coming off, Nance.”

“It’s coming,” she slurred. We’re gonna be hearing her slur the rest of the night.

Moving to stand on the other side of her, essentially trapping me in between them, Steve said, “Come on, let me just take you home, okay? Come here.”

She kept rubbing her shirt as he added, “Let me take you home, come on.”

“You wanted–you wanted this,” Nancy said.

“No, I didn’t want this,” Steve said. “I told you to stop drinking, and so did Olivia.”

“It’s bullshit.”

“No, it’s not bullshit, okay?”

“Bullshit.”

“No, it’s not bullshit, Nance,” Steve and I said.

Looking dead at Steve, she said, “No, you. You’re bullshit.”

Shocked look on my face; eyes wide, mouth open, no words.

“W-w-what?” Steve asked.

“You’re-you’re pretending like everything’s okay. Ya’know, like - like we didn’t k- like we didn’t kill Barb.”

All I could do from that moment on was look at Steve and his expression, the same as mine. Pure… fucking… shock.

“Like, it’s great. Like, we’re in love and we’re partying. Yeah, let’s party, huh? Party. We’re partying. This i- this is bullshit.”

I could hear the fucking heartbreak in Steve’s voice as he said, “Like we’re in love?” He put his hand on her cheek for a moment before she said, “It’s bullshit.”

“Nancy!” I hissed.

Shaking his head, Steve asked, “You don’t love me?”

“It’s bullshit,” she said.

Steve sighed and walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut. It was quiet for a moment before I heard a knock that only Steve gave.

Hopping down off the counter, I sighed. “Great job, Nance. I know you’re wasted and everything and won’t remember this, but you just ruined the best thing you ever had.” I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me as I closed it, walking out with Steve and passing Jonathan. 

“Take Nancy home, she’s in the bathroom,” I told him. I followed Steve out to his car, where he was waiting, keys in hand. Taking them from him, I said, “I’m driving.”

“You’ve been drinking, too,” he said. 

“I’m not drunk, and I was going slow with it, I don’t feel anything.”

After a moment, he nodded his head and got in the passenger seat. Once I got in, I drove to his house in silence. The only thing I heard coming from him was sniffles. Being the best friend that I am to him, I reached over and grabbed his hand, just holding it. I didn’t care if he held mine back, I just wanted to let him know that I was there for him.

When we got to his house, we walked to his bedroom, where he changed and I called my mom, letting her know that I was starting a new Halloween tradition and staying at Steve’s to watch a couple movies.

Mom was happy that I had Steve back in my life, but Dustin? He wouldn’t let it go. Telling me that there were feelings there that I was afraid to unmask.

After I got off the phone with my mom, I changed and took off my makeup with some stuff that Steve’s mom had. His parents were never home, so I didn’t really care about using their stuff.

Steve sat on the edge of the bed while I laid in it, looking at his back. “If you want, I’ll sleep on the couch,” I suggested.

He was quiet as I looked at the ceiling.

“Or I can just go home,” I muttered.

“No,” he said, turning his head over his shoulder. “No. Please. Stay.” He laid down and I turned over to face him.

Putting my hand on his shoulder, I whispered, “I swear, everything is going to be okay. She’ll come to her senses.”

He sighed. “I don’t know, Liv.”

“I do know one thing,” I said. I looked from his shoulder to his eyes, saying, “I might have a sex dream tonight.” I smiled as Steve tried not to.

“Come here,” he whispered.

Steve and I always slept like a couple; him on his back with his arm wrapped around me while I had my leg thrown over his that was close to me with my head on his shoulder and arm wrapped around his middle or my hand on his chest.

I could probably say that that night, I had the best sleep I’d gotten in months.

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