#these four goofs have really changed my life

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Puppy Boy Wants to be Your Good Boy

[Yandere! Puppy Boy! Boyfriend x GN Reader]

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You and Evan have been dating for about a year now. You met in freshman year of college, and seemed to hit it off really well. It kind of amazed you at first that you'd managed to snag a total hunk like Evan.

Evan was the epitome of jock bro: Always working out at the gym, goofing off with his fellow jock friends, and watching tons of sports on TV. Meanwhile, you were a skinny nerd who was at the college on an academic scholarship since you practically lived in the library.

Still, Evan proved to be a great boyfriend. He was funny, attentive, loving-- a total catch. Plus, he was muscular AF!

Then one day, you saw an ad online that sparked your interest, and you couldn't resist purchasing the advertised dog collar that was leather with little spikes adorning it. Once it arrived in the mail, you approached Evan in your shared apartment.

He was on the couch in just his boxers, playing video games. He eyed you, seeing the smirk on your face. "What's up, Babe?" he grunted.

You blushed a little bit. "I just wanted to try something tonight... if you're cool with it?" you asked. Your sex life with Evan was not lacking whatsoever, but it was still healthy to spice things up every now and then.

You pulled the dog collar out from behind your back, holding it up.

At first, Evan laughed. "You want me to wear a dog collar?" he snorted.

"If you don't like it, we can take it off," you shrug, walking up to fasten it around his thick, muscular neck.

The way the leather collar with the spikes fit around Evan's neck made him look really tough, but he felt ridiculous at first. His face was bright red.

You thought he looked kind of cute. "Aww," you cooed, "who's a good boy?" You playfully ruffled his hair.

Good boy...

Something clicked in Evan's brain as soon as you uttered that phrase, and he felt his entire wiring being redone, as if every single instinct he possessed was being reshaped.

Evan's face broke out into a smile alight with zeal, and he dropped onto all fours in front of your feet. "Me!" he happily gushed. "I'm a good boy!"

Holy crap!

You were shocked at how quickly Evan's mind had changed. You weren't sure he'd be into it at all, but looking down at him now, he seemed to be having the time of his life. His muscular pecs heaved with excitement as he sat on all fours in front of you, eagerly awaiting a command. His boxers were already tented out too, damn!

"You're my good boy!" you chuckled as you leaned down and gave your boyfriend some head pats.

"Woof! Woof!" Evan excitedly barked.

That night, he showed you that he was a pro at doggy style, even howling when he came inside of you. The collar was definitely $14 well spent, in your opinion.

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Much to your surprise, Evan loved being a good puppy boy for you. Well... "loved" is probably an understatement.

Evan refused to take the dog collar off, even wearing it out whenever the two of you left the apartment for date nights. At first you thought at it was just him exploring his sexual side some more... but as time went on...

Every time you entered the apartment from work or classes, Evan would excitedly bound over to you on all fours, barking happily and begging for head pats and belly rubs. With his massive bulk, he easily pinned you down, refusing to let you move until he got his pets.

Evan would pin you down on the bed, leaning down to kiss you-- but now his versions of kissing were like puppy licks. He'd lap his tongue all over your face, barking with glee despite your annoyed expression.

You'd be sitting on the couch, trying to watch TV when Evan would crawl over to you (he's been constantly walking around on all fours), wearing nothing but his spiked dog collar. He'd mount your leg and start humping it, whimpering as he rutted his hard cock against you like a dog would against its toy. (You had to apologize to your friend, who was visiting, for the awkward sight.)

You'd be trying to fall asleep after a long shift at work feeling so utterly exhausted when Evan would whimper at the foot of the bed. "Whaaaat?" you'd groan.

"Am I a good boy?" he'd whimper, his voice cracking like an injured puppy's.

"...damn it, yes, Evan. You're a good boy," you'd mutter, getting fed up with this quickly.

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Your friends were starting to pick up on your change of mood, seeing that you were more irritable throughout the day, and not wanting to leave work immediately.

Sensing this, they invited you to the bar after work, to which you happily agreed.

You loved Evan, of course, but you were totally over his new puppy persona. And despite how many times you tried to tell him, all he'd do was tune you out, and beg for pets.

You really needed a break.

"Y/N?" your coworker, Joshua asked, noting how you'd practically downed your cocktail in one gulp. "What's up? What's bothering you?"

You didn't want to be one of those people who go to others whenever you had relationship problems, but you felt lost. "It's just Evan..." you muttered.

Joshua, who was actually a genuine friend who just so happened to be a guy, put a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure things will get better," he smiled at you.

A large part of you felt guilty since you were the one who'd purchased the damn dog collar in the first place, but you couldn't stand the thought of Puppy Evan and having to listen to his barking or him chewing on his squeaker toys for one more night.

Before you could say anything else, a low growl made you jerk back.

Evan stomped into the bar, still wearing the studded collar, his eyes narrowed at Joshua as he bared his teeth at him.

"Grrr..." Evan bellowed out a deep growl, all of his large muscles tensed up, making him look big and ferocious.

Joshua immediately retracted his hand from your shoulder, backing away quickly.

"Evan? What are you...?" you try to ask as your puppy boyfriend wraps a large arm around your waist, pulling you roughly into him.

"Mine!" he barked at Joshua, tightening his grip on you.

You were stunned.

He stopped growling when he looked at you, his eyebrows knitting together as he whimpered. "You didn't come home," he whined, nuzzling you. "I had to come find you."

He didn't give you a chance to respond, and instead threw you over his broad shoulder. He puffed out his chest and held his head up with pride, as a dog does whenever they find a cool stick at the park, and carried you all the way home.

You were mortified, wondering how you were going to show your face at work after that. All you could do was seethe with anger as your puppy boyfriend took you home.

Once you were inside, Evan got down on all fours and whined at you. "Wasn't I being a good boy?" he asked. "Why didn't you come home? I missed you all day!"

"Evan, stand up--"

Evan whimpered like a puppy, nuzzling his head against your hand as he asked for head pats.

That was the final straw for you (a small one, but it was like death by a thousand paper cuts).

"I'm done," you finally huff, walking down the hall so that you could pack up some clothes and leave.

"D-done?" Evan yelped, quickly crawling behind you. "But why? Haven't I been a good boy?"

I grabbed your suitcase out of the closet, trying not to look at your puppy boyfriend as he begged in the doorway, perched on his legs with his arms out in front of him, his eyes wide and pleading.

Annoyed, you turned to sneer at him. "No!" you spat. "You've been a bad boy!"

"I'm a bad boy...?" Evan yelped.

You kept your back to him as you packed up your suitcase. Just as you were almost done, you heard that eerie growl again.

"Grrr..."

You quickly turned around and paled when you saw Evan on all fours, standing in front of the door. He was baring his teeth at you and growling deeply, his chest muscles puffed up and making him look all the more menacing. The pissed off glare on his face was akin to a feral dog, and he snarled in your direction.

"E-Evan, please g-get out of the way," you trembled, taking a small step towards the bedroom door so that you could leave.

Evan barked loudly, stomping his hand/paw onto the floor forcefully as he steeled his stance. He continued to snarl at you, lunging forward to scare you.

It worked and you stumbled back, falling onto your ass. You tried to back away from him, but Evan quickly crawled over to you.

He pinned both of your arms down onto the floor above your head, unleashing a loud snarl and he pushed his angry face up close to yours.

"Am I a good boy?" he snarled, baring his sharp teeth at you. "Or am I still a bad boy?"

Your heart raced in your chest. Evan is much stronger than you, and you knew you couldn't fight him off. Plus, the way he bared his teeth at you and the animalistic growl that escaped his throat was much more dog than man, making you shudder.

"Y-yes!" you stuttered. "You're a good boy, Evan!"

Instantly, Evan stopped growling and his broke out into a joyous smile. "I'm a good boy?" he asked, his muscles tensing with with excitement. He still kept you pinned down.

Hell no!

But you didn't want him to maul you or bite out your neck with his teeth. So instead, you slowly nodded.

"You're the bestest boy," you cringed.

Evan's smile grew wider. "'The Bestest'?" he repeated. "I guess if that were true... then you'd never, ever leave. Right?" He narrowed his eyes at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

His chest rumbled as a growl began to form, warning you to answer correctly.

You force a smile onto your face, but it's pained.

"O-of course not," you stammer, your heart falling as you sealed your fate. "You're... my, *gulp, good boy."

Evan smiled widely as leant down to lap at your face as he gave you puppy kisses. "I'm a good boy," he playfully growled as he began to rut his hardening cock against you.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #yandere daddy #possessive boyfriend #yandere puppy boy #puppy boy #good boy #yandere good boy

[sundryfish]

you know what i mean, right? please tell me you know what i mean

#these four goofs have really changed my life #they made me not feel anxious about my future or growing older anymore #anyhow i could try to put it into words OR.. i could just spend 17 hours making an edit of them #thank you to everyone in the community who has already made edits i absolutely would not have even started this without yall #that deja vu one changed me on a fundamental level im not even joking #and if anyone wants to know what video a particular clip is from just gimme a timestamp and ill let you know #now on to what tags are actually for #the technical difficulties #tech dif #tech diff #citation needed #tom scott #tscott #matt gray #mgray #chris joel #gary brannan

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

Warnings: my writing, language(bad words😯), my attempt at being funny, mention of gun shots and head shots, mentions of my favorite book(literally love Ruta Sepetys sm omg.

A/N: part 2? I am going to make you all suffer through the most oblivious slow burn. R if going to be so dumb/oblivious it’ll hurt you all🫶🏻

Word count - 3.6k

Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)

(bare with me English is not my first language🥲 I’m getting help from my friend to edit it)

You were born to it.

The books. The films. The music and video games.

It was your life, literally. With your parents being owners of the infamous establishment called ‘top shelf’, you had no choice but to.

And you wouldn’t ever change.

Books upon books, movie after movie, games old and new and music that could last you weeks. Who would want to change such a life?

Your father was the first to start it.

He was poor man in Washington but had just enough money to buy it from the man who owned the small movie shop before he retired. He slowly started added book shelves and video games to the mix. Getting few customers but enough to survive day to day during the time of his early years

Your mother was a wealthy run away. Wanting something different and new in her life when she met your father. The man was playing on his game boy behind the counter before he saw her.

The poor boy and his run away wife, a classic really.

The rest after that is history.

As soon as they found out your mother was pregnant with you, they used the rest of her money they saved and went to New York where they bought the huge abandoned apartment complex.

They broke all the insides down and built what you now know as your second home. Hundreds of video games, films and music in one section and thousands of books in another.

Thus, Top Shelf was born only two weeks after you.

You met many friends there in the comfort section where students and business people worked as you all goofed off.

Your had also met your small friend group during your younger years, the four of you all never letting your father have the peace he wanted and dragging him all over New York.

With the thousands of books and hundreds of video games and films your parents sold, you had money. Lots of it.

But your mother made sure you never let that get the best of you, never. It went against everything she went for when she ran away.

She would make sure you would work for and earn everything you got, always.

She never let you have too much online activity, in case her family found you and made sure you were both street smart and book smart.

Your neighbors made sure you were street smart more than anything but you still gave her credit for trying.

Though, the book store was beautiful in every season. Winter was a favorite and when it was busiest. It was too your favorite.

Your father lighting the public fire place, your mother setting soft seasonal music, hell even the cheesy Christmas cartoons on the TV’s set the mood for the perfect bookstore vibe.

The lights dim just enough to where it almost felt like dark academy yet the plants that grew down the upstairs railing made the entire place feel more alive.

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“Bullshit!” You yell out as you throw your head back onto the head rest of your chair, groaning loudly as the photo sound of your death snapped in your ears.

“Man, he’s fucking using cheats!” Dru calls out through the mic before his name pops up above to yours in dark red on the screen as you respawn.

“Of course he is, he’s a pussy.” Mj says, as her name, too, pops up on the screen.

“Oh come on, guys!” Lyle says through his staticky mic. “You all just suck.” He laughs

“Now I know your cheating, dude. Your mic is acting up again, just like last time!” Dru says, the sound of his voice booming louder than needed and you roll my eyes.

“DD, just because you like to replay games without using cheats doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” Lyle says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“It’s multiplayer, stupid! It’s meant to be fair for everyone!” Dru says making you snort. “Says the guy who chases around little kids and steals their horses making them cry.” Mj says making Dru blow into his mic making loud, unnecessary noises.

“Quit that!” You say taking one head phone off your ear. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Lyle starts. “Such a sore loser.”

“I’ll show you sore loser, get on Elden ring and we’ll test your irritation.” Dru says, mic now muffled by his own spit.

“Your tank build is not enough to stop me, comet azur will always save the day.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“And you call me a try hard, yet you’re the one always using a broken spell.” Dru complains. “Theres nothing I have to try hard at when I can just hold a simple button.” The sound of Dru’s groans become louder as his spit clears out from his Mic. “Same thing!”

You laugh once again before picking up your phone and looking at the time.

“Shit!” Your eyes go wide at the sight, 8:48 AM.

You quickly throw the head set off and push yourself out of the chair, opening your closet grabbing a quick pair of jeans and a hoodie before rushing to put it all on.

Your cat skids across the floor, startled by your sudden movements before a crashing in the your pile of books and out the door.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumble as you jump up and down to put on your shoes, failing at not falling and race toward the door. “Sorry!” You call to your cat who yells at you next to his food bowl.

You grab your keys and rush out the door before slamming it shut and locking it.

“Ay, y/n!” Your neighbor, Rosa, shouts from beside her door. “Quiet will you! I just put Nona to sleep!” She yells raising her news paper tapping your head with it.

“Sorry! sorry, Señora Rosa.” You whisper yell as you try to push her weaponized hand away. “I’m just a little late.”

“And I just got a moment of peace! Quiet!” She says giving you one last wack making you try and shrink away from her as you rush toward the stairs.

“You got your pepper spray, right?” She calls and you raise your key chain to show her the attached small can. “¡Buena niña!”

You rush down the stairs and push passed the glass door, almost slipping on the ice before running down the street.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket making you quickly take it out.

“Hello?” You ask without knowing who it was.

“Arthur Morgan would be very disappointed at your sudden disappearance from an important mission.” Lyle says before sighing.

“It’s multiplayer, there are no main missions.” You say, trying to avoid the ice on the ground before stopping at the red hand across the street. “Plus, we were in the middle of four way 1v1. He’d be more upset that we were going against each other.”

“Loyalty is everything in such a game,” he says, sarcasm in his voice and you imagine him shaking his head. “Of course he would be upset at my bullet in DD’s head.”

“Why’d you call me exactly?” You ask watching the hand turn into a green man walking before taking off again.

“Well, you just yelled ‘shit!’ Before disappearing on us, had to make sure someone didn’t break in and kill you.” He replies casually as if he knew that weren’t the case. “But after hearing you continue on your ‘shit’ rant and the door slam I figured it was okay, just had to call and make sure, y’know?”

“Ever heard of a text, loser?” You ask, barley missing a man walking and looking down at his phone. “Gross,” he says before making a gagging noise. “why waste such time typing when I can simply just hit one button?”

“You’re so lazy.” You laugh out loud as you run across another street. “Work smarter not harder, Y/N. You should know this with that big brain of yours.”

“What if I want to work both smarter and harder?” You ask, running up to the glass window to see the books lined up. “Well, then your just weird.” You roll your eyes.

“Just kidding. I guess you can do both, I just personally prefer the alternative.” He says as the sound of guns shooting fills the phone. “Yeah, also sorry about leaving.” You say pushing into the store being greeting with the familiar smell of books and the warm smile of my mother.

“I forgot I had to get ready for work.”

“You’re at top shelf?” He ask and you reply with a ‘mhm’. “I might stop by later to say hello actually, I need a new game anyway.” He laughs as the sound of Dru yelling in the back ground becomes more prominent.

“Sounds good, see you loser” You say as you take your sweat shirt off, leaving you in your tank top you hand before leaving. “Later,” you hear him say before hanging up.

“Good morning,” you hear your mother say as you pull the staff sweat shirt over your head and pull up your sleeves. “Mornin’,” you reply before kissing her cheek.

“Wheres dad?” You ask looking around before your eyes setting on the woman stack a pile of books into one pile.

“He’s going to be out of town for a few days,” she says carrying the pile to the check back station. “A vacation, I insisted as I continue your training.” She says making you smile.

“We both know he needs it, he’s getting older.” She says and your smile fades as you nod. “So are you.” You mumble and she, too, nods.

“You know him getting old is different from me getting old.” She states, sighing quietly.

“What’s todays task?” You ask, quickly changing the subject at the sight of her sad frown. She looks at you for a moment before smiling once again.

She moves to storage closet and unlocks it, allowing you to see the boxes upon boxes along with stacks of different other things.

“To be a good store owner, you have to know your customers.” She says returning with a large box that you quickly take from her.

“Just put it on that table — and to know your customers, you must socialize and help them throughout the store.” She finishes as you take the box to the table noticing the label romance written across it.

“That also means having to work while helping the customers, so you’ll be on stock duty as well.” She says with a smile.

Yes.

You mentally say to yourself. Stock duty required work of you finding the places of different books, movies and games which also meant finding new things you didn’t know about before.

“One more thing,” you mother says as she walks behind the counter to finish opening up the store. “No head phones.” Your eyes go wide.

“But ma!” You call out to the lady who switches the sign from closed to open. “What else am I supposed to do when I stock!” You call, holding onto the white cords and swinging them around.

“Help the customers and socialize.” She laughs out making you frown. “I should call CPS.” You mumble carrying the box to the sorted area before hearing the woman’s laugh.

“Sure, call ahead but don’t be disappointed when they decline a twenty year old.”

You roll your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

“And after you sort those, get the others out of the storage closet!” You huff quietly as you glance back with a small playful glare on your face.

“If I wanted to work out, I would have gone to the gym.” You say and she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be just as sore in the morning, trust me.”

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Hours hand passed, since you last seen the romance box having moved on to the horror section of the films.

You search through their placement areas, looking at all the old cinematic master pieces, the many Dracula films placed neatly next to each other, in order of both year and name.

Horror was one of the favorites when coming here, your father being a collected through his years he had many people couldn’t get their hands on.

Sure you could watch it online now but where’s the fun in that when you have a real copy with the static noises and written voices on screen. Some people still had some class left in them.

You hear a book hit the floor making the library echo as heads turned toward the cause of the sudden interruption of their silence.

“Shit—” You hear someone say quietly, making you roll your eyes as you place the rest of the CD’s in their rightful places before making your way toward the aisle the noise came from.

You subtly make your way toward the aisle while acting like your checking the books before taking a peek around the corner.

You see a rather short girl — shorter than the third shelf — craning her neck to look up at all the books in front of her.

Just to your luck, your mother placed a box for that genre next to the end of the shelf and you picked it up.

You make your way down the aisle and set the box toward the middle before looking up the girl who was already staring, and boy was she something.

Freckles littered across her tan skin, strands of her short hair fell from her half up half down style, her eyes — damn her eyes — they were the prettiest brown you’ve ever seen.

You smile lightly before picking up the first book and reading both the authors name and the title while trying to slow down your racing heart.

Who was this girl? Matter of fact, what was she? She wasn’t a regular, that’s for sure but you always get random people coming in so it didn’t exactly matter.

After putting away a few books, you glance up to see the girl a few feet away and on her tippy toes, reaching for a book on the fifth or sixth shelf.

You snorted quietly catching the girls attention making you quickly look away to keep yourself from laughing.

“You think this is funny?” She asks and you begin shaking in quiet laughter.

After a few moments, you compose yourself and stand shaking your head.

“No, not at all. Would you like some help?” You ask taking step toward her. She narrows her eyes. “Are you making fun of me right now?” She asks, both amusement and annoyance in her voice.

“Why would I do that? It’s poor customer service.” You say with a smile before watching her own smile grow.

“It’s poor customer service to laugh at a customer.” She mumbles before stepping back. “Please.” You walk up and grab the book.

“Look how easy that was.” She says, taking the book you held out for her. “Being six-foot-two does have its perks.” She says looking over the back of the book.

You roll your eyes but your smile only grows. Looking down at the book you nod and raise your eye brows, “that’s a good one, read it a few years back.” You say, making your way back to box of books.

“I’d hope so, for all the work I had to do to try and get it.” She mumbles making you smile and shake your head. “Anything else good?” She asks, looking down to you.

“You’re asking me if there’s anything else good in here when there’s just by the look of it thousands of books here?” You ask, smirking at her when she rubs the back of her neck.

“Yes, there is, I’ve read more than I can count. My recommendation board is up by the front desk if you want to check it out.” You say before placing crave by Tracy Wolff into the slot.

“You must have come here a lot before working then? If you’ve read so many books from here.” She asks, following hot on your trail with the book tucked between her arm. “Oh, for sure,” you say nodding. “The owners and I are real close, we were together a whole nine months before I was born.”

Her eyes widen slightly at the information. “You’re parents own this place?” She asks, gesturing to the entire book store and you nod, smiling.

It felt like you were a teenage boy, flaunting his muscles to a girl he finds attractive.

“Wow,” she says looking around once again. Book still tucked tightly into her arm as she did so. “Just wow. Your parents have taste.”

“More like their people pleasers.” You say shaking your head. The real other reason why horror is so popular in the movie section is because of their request.

Every week they check their request list and buy everything people ask for. New books, new movies, new music and games, there’s always something new. You’re surprised there’s still room, then again the place would be as big you supposed.

“They like having their customers choice their number one priority. It’s good business.” You say looking up to the girl who had a look of wonder in her eyes as she stared down at you but there was also something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.

She stares at you for another moment before speaking again, “do you.. know who I am?” She asks and your furrow your eye brows in question.

“Should I?” You ask tilting your head. She stares for another moment again, eyes scanning your face and it’s features as if searching for something.

Her smile then grows, as she shakes her head. “You shouldn’t, or rather shouldn’t have to. It’s just a surprise.” She says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

You knit your eye brows together in confusion.

She walks out of the aisle and you catch the light smile on her face as she does.

What the hell? You wonder to yourself as you place the last few books away.

You were pretty sure that was the last section, unless your mother put out some more stuff you didn’t notice. You’d just check out the to-do list.

Your mother and father always had one for both you and their own sake. Adding things so no one would forget.

As you made your way to check out, you see the girl walking in the general distraction as well.

“All set?” You ask, placing the box inside the others, moving past the small door attached to the low counter.

“Yep,” she says once again staring at you.

You take the book you got for her earlier along with another you recognize almost immediately. “Between shades of gray?” You ask, looking at her as if she were serious.

“Your description seemed trust worthy enough to make me interested.” You glance over to see your board clearly flipped through before nodding.

You scan both books. “Careful, it’s sad, dark and traumatic. It’s one of my favorites though.” You say looking up at her, she pauses for a moment, staring at you once again and just smiles and shakes her head.

“I think I can deal with a few of those.”

“Bartering or buying?” You ask. “Bartering,” she replies and you nod. “Good, I need to get a review on what you think.” You say with a smirk and you see a glint of something in her eyes.

“Name?” You ask and she looks at you a little confused. “We have to know whose using our books, how else do you think we send emails threatening to charge or get them back?” You snort.

“Oh, your totally right.” she says quietly before taking out her credit card.

“Jenna Ortega..” she says and you nod, typing in the name before reaching for the credit. Her grip on the card tightens at your lack of response.

You pull the card gently but her grip is to hard for you to take.

“Can I… get the card?” You ask, looking around slightly uncomfortably with the stone like stare she was giving you.

“Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” She asks letting go allowing you to swipe the card.

“Again, should I?”

You both stare at each other, both confused and entrapped by the other.

You find is strange how she thinks you know who she is or why you don’t know her.

Maybe she was some big deal somewhere off and you still have yet to hear about her.

Her name did ring a bell but you weren’t sure. Was she a person you knew from your child hood? An old friend trying to reconnect? Maybe some relative on your moms sent by the older ones to investigate if it was really you.

“Miss Ortega?” You’re both broken out of your thoughts as two large men stand behind her. “Time to go.” he says gesturing to a few people who were standing and staring in your general direction.

One grabs the bag off the counter before quickly walking towards the door.

“Looks like I gotta go,” she says, smile now suddenly shy with others watching. “Don’t worry, I’ll return your book Y/N.” She says before walking toward the door, one of the men right behind her.

“Yeah, you bet-“ you pause after the the realization hits you. “Wait, how’d you-?” You begin to ask before watching her gesture to her chest.

You knit your eyebrows together, you look down to see the name tag right under the library symbol.

She was strange.. cute.. but strange

Read next sort here!

A/N : Some parts once again rushed🧍🏽‍♀️This is just an introduction I suppose, the details will get better I tried my hardest🥲

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #celebrity x reader #top shelf #book store #book store owner #scream #Wednesday Addams #Vada Cavell #tara carpenter #scream 5 #scream 6 #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x you

[bonefall]

Do you have any plans for Moth Flight in your au? I always felt like she had a lot of potential, but her super edition…. Oh it’s bad. God forbid a disabled, young, single mom try to raise children and have a job at the same time. Too bad there was no one to help her when things got stressful, like you know, her clanmates… No women should have a job and children at the same time ever again.

If it wasn’t obvious that was sarcasm, Moth Flight’s story has awful implications. But! In BB Clerics Not being allowed to have kits wasn’t a law until the Ripple Era, it used to just be a personal vow and was a bit taboo. So I’m interested in of Moth Flight still had something to do with the creation of the vow itself? And just in general if you have any plans to fix her story or if you’re just throwing the whole thing out. (Which would be completely understandable.) I just think there IS potential there in her story, especially in BB where the Clerics Vow is actually ACKNOWLEDGED to not make sense and be bad. It could be interesting for the idea to rise from such a hyper specific, awful situation. The Clans having altered her story so much over the years that it went from the truth, “the first Cleric was a young, single mother of four, trying to raise her children while morning her husband and convincing the other Clans that they needed Clerics. The odds were against her.” To the perfect, Cleric’s Vow supporting lie, “the first Cleric had kits. She was unable to balance raising them and caring for her Clanmates. She taught the Clans a valuable lesson, a Clerics first and only duty should be healing and worshiping StarClan. Kits only get in the way of that duty.”

Idk, I just feel like there’s still an interesting story to tell somewhere through all of Moth Flight’s super edition’s bs. In the hands of a better writer who doesn’t ACTUALLY believe that Moth Flight’s genuinely tragic life means that all women who have jobs can never have children or get married again.

There's HUUGE overhauls here. I spoke about it eons ago during the last wave where I was discussing my changes to BB!DOTC, but let me give you the fragments thus far.

It's VERY different. Get ready for Moth Flight to be a completely different character.

MOTH FLIGHT'S VOW

She is no longer the child of Wind Runner. In fact...

She's the daughter of Wind Runner's shitty ex, Branch

Moth's other dad is Cloud Flight (prev. Cloud Spots). Since the Great Battle, Cloud has been wandering between the 5 groups as a sort of traveling doctor. It's a lot of work, there's only him and Dapple and an overwhelming amount of cats who need his skilled paws

So Moth Flight has always been a bit detached from people. I want her to actually have ADHD this time around, instead of it vanishing when it isn't convenient.

She kind of has Military Base Kid energy, hopping place to place with unresolved mental health issues. She probably bites ppl because I love weird girls

"papas can i bring my leeches" "honey no"

Cloud really wanted to train her to be a Medic the way he is, but... she has to learn how to do it her own way.

Branch doesn't help he's a goof and mostly interested in playing games with his baby.

I want to portray Branch as someone who's flighty, not another example of "before the Tribe cats came we were uncivilized heathens without society"

I also don't like his original narrative purpose to give Wind Runner trust issues that don't matter. If she had trust issues, what exactly was all that "please let me join ur group" about??

BB!Wind Runner is a breakaway from the River Kingdom, and the leader of the loosely united Moor cats. She created the Wind Coalition and is its intense, notoriously ruthless leader

So something eventually calls Cloud to do his work for the Wind Coalition

Branch: *SWEATS*

Cloud Flight: "..............branch. what did you Do"

Branch: "youre not allowed to be mad at me"

Cloud Flight: "tell me what you did and then we'll see if im mad at you"

The take might be controversial, but I do like the way that Windstar has problems with Moth Flight for no reason. I wanted to preserve it while removing it being yet another case of motherly child neglect, and more of a case of Wind Runner holding unfair grudges. I think it's good drama

Moth Flight's love of nature, herbs, and the natural world eventually prompts her to follow a Hairstreak Butterfly to the Moonstone. It leads her through the winding tunnels, a path that only Clerics will know how to navigate in the future, to the shimmering chamber in the middle.

Through her special connection to StarClan, drawing off the early cultural view of their ancestors as nature spirits (the fact that they are star spirits is a Park Cat contribution and all 5 leaders have their lives by this point), Moth Flight is able to come into her own as a holy speaker and healer. She begins to blur the line between holiness and healing, marked by how Clanmew has only one word for both concepts.

Hairstreak Butterflies also become known as a "herald" type of butterfly. I could get into the linguistics of this, but the old Tribemew word for moth/butterfly becomes the Clanmew word for sacred butterflies.

Micah is not supremely important anymore, but he's there. He doesn't become a healer in MFV, he's just Moth's mate.

But things begin to go wrong when her kittens are born.

All four children are born with a high connection to StarClan, just like their mother.

She takes it on herself to train them, as Cloud Flight had done with her, wiser from understanding that they would learn in their own ways.

Dapple and Cloud Flight never have this connection to star spirits, and they're growing old. Cloud is ready to retire, Dapple dies in some way before she's able to train a replacement

It begins to cause panic in the groups. It was bad with only two healers, but now everything is stretched even thinner.

SkyClan, notoriously violent, is the first to make the move. Skystar was not above the practice of Kit Stealing, taking Misty's kittens and giving them to Petal Claw for her loyalty ages ago.

Kit Stealing wouldn't become common until the creation of the Law of Loyalty, which is only a few years away, but it did exist before then.

They want a Mothkin kitten.

The Wind Coalition, of course, moves to fight and protect them. They call on ThunderClan, who can usually be relied upon

ThunderClan's request... they also want a Mothkin kitten. They need doctors too.

The River Kingdom and ShadowClan are also moving to take a kitten

EVERYONE needs a doctor, and they will fight and kill to get one. They all begin to realize... if they don't separate, there will be blood. People they love will die, and they'll be ripped apart anyway

Moth Flight, seeing this, BURNING with sorrow and fury at the violence of the Clans but knowing there is no other option, tells her children to make her a promise.

"That there will be no Mothkin after you. That you will never take a mate, or give your kidnappers more children. That you will remember that they were willing to kill their own families to steal you, and that you will be loyal the pursuit of life, virtue, and your sacred ability to heal above the cruel commands of the treacherous Clans."

Having accepted this, the family calls for an end to the fighting. Each child chooses a Clan to go to, and has their name changed.

ThunderClan: Spider Flight -> Spider Flight (no change)

SkyClan: Honey Flight -> Honey Pelt

RiverClan: Bubble Flight -> Bubbling Stream

ShadowClan: Blue Flight -> Blue Whisker

They're being shuffled based on which Clan they go to because it always bothered me that their names don't match their Clans, and also Spider Paw going to RiverClan when he has a phobia of water is insulting and I said no

So, TL;DR, this is a completely different story because DOTC is the one arc that I don't value "fixing." It needs a complete overhaul, imo.

This one would take place after Thunderstar's Justice, which immediately follows the First Battle. In terms of timeline, first is Hollyleaf's Century, 30 years later BB!DOTC begins and lasts several years, a few months after the First Battle begins Thunderstar's Justice, and then Moth Flight's Vow follows a year later.

#Moth Flight's Vow #BB!DOTC #Better bones au

[thoriffix]

you're telling me he gets THREE boyfriends???

words: 4.6k

summary: cole's dad assumes the ninja are dating, which - as far as cole is concerned - is ridiculous. of course, it sends him on a bit of a feelings spiral, and maybe he does in fact have a few crushes he has to deal with.

some polyninja goofs! set vaguely in s2 idk when exactly but uhh theyre living on the bounty and lloyd isnt aged up yet thats all thats important. also im trying out posting full fics on here for the first time! this is also on my ao3 ill link it in the rbs

enjoy!

"So, how are the boys?"

"Ugh, Dad." Cole rolls his eyes. Every time he visits, his dad ends up trying to get him to talk about the other ninja, and he doesn't understand it. "They're fine, same as always. Busy training, probably."

"Shame they never come to visit," Lou comments, sipping his tea. "I really would love to get to know them better."

Cole squints dubiously at his father, who seems to be trying to appear nonchalant. "...Why?"

"Well, why wouldn't I? If my son suddenly came home with one boyfriend I'd like to get to know him, let alone three!"

What.

Cole stares at Lou. He puts his tea cup down and furrows his brow as he tries to process. Dad thinks- okay. Dad thinks the ninja are his… boyfriends? The ninja. All of them. Boyfriends?

"We're not dating, dad," he says, after a solid few seconds of confused silence. Lou tilts his head.

"You're not?" he asks. "None of you?"

"No, none of us!"

Why would he even think that? Do they act like boyfriends? Dad didn't even know he was gay until a few weeks ago. Why would he just assume Cole’s friends were dating him? Or each other, for that matter?

"Well," says Lou, frowning. "I must have misread. Sorry, son."

"That's okay, dad," says Cole. His head is spinning, though. Misread what? Normal, friendly, platonic interactions between four close buddies? How could you possibly misread that? "What, uh- why would you… what made you think that?"

Lou hums, taking another sip of his tea as he thinks about it. Cole finds himself leaning forward in anticipation, and immediately feels weird about it. Why is he excited to know? That's weird. Stop it, Cole.

"You were the happiest I've ever seen you," Lou finally says, and Cole feels his stomach flip. "When you were fighting, yes, but even more so when you were just with them. The way you looked at them, I… well, it reminded me of myself when I first fell in love."

Cole really, truly, has no idea how to feel about that. He stares down into his lap. This isn't exactly a conversation he'd love to be having with the father he's fairly estranged from, anyway. Maybe once they were closer he'd be willing to talk about his nonexistent love life, but apparently it's happening now, because apparently he looks at the other ninja like he's in love with them, which is- well, it's a lot to unpack. 

"Why so interested?" Lou asks teasingly, after Cole hasn't said anything for a few minutes. Cole’s stomach flips again.

"I'm not!" he defends, though he can't really deny that he is. When he thinks about it his heart keeps doing these little flutters. Maybe he just has a heart condition. That's probably more likely. A rare heart condition that only shows symptoms when he thinks about the idea of dating his fellow ninja. The idea of boyfriends. Having boyfriends. Dating them. Maybe even kissing them! He-

Wow, that heart condition sure is a doozy.

"Well, I'm not going to sit around and tell you how it looks," says Lou. "I think you might need to work out how you actually feel."

"Unhelpful, dad," Cole grumbles. His father laughs, and picks his tea back up.

"If you say you're not dating, I believe you. But maybe I wasn't misreading your expressions?" He raises his eyebrows and sips his tea meaningfully. Cole can feel his face going hot.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters. "I'm changing the subject now. How's the weather been lately?"

–

Later, on the Bounty, Cole can’t stop thinking about it. What the fuck did his dad mean about him and the other ninja? He spends most of the day after he gets home stewing about it, brooding in various spots aboard the ship and generally overthinking. It doesn't make him feel any better in the slightest.

Eventually the others notice, because of course they do, because they share a space of a couple hundred square feet at best. Kai corners him on the deck first.

“Hey, man,” he says, slapping Cole on the back and joining him in peering over the edge of the boat. “You doin’ okay?”

Kai’s picked up a habit of checking in on the others the moment they seem even a little off, and he seems scarily attuned to when they’re not feeling great. It makes Cole smile. He’s a good guy. Much more sensitive and caring than his cocky outward self would have you believe, and Cole’s lucky to get to see it. Lucky to get to see his face, too, cause he’s sure easy on the eyes. And-

Cole’s cheeks go hot. Oh, boy.

“All good!” he replies, maybe a little too squeakily. Kai narrows his eyes suspiciously. His stunning, deep brown eyes. Cole scolds himself mentally. Where is this coming from?

“You went to visit your dad today, right?” asks Kai, and Cole nods. “That go okay?”

“Been worse. We, uh, talked a lot."

“Hey, that’s a start.” Kai smiles lopsidedly and reaches out, covering Cole’s hand with his. His palm is warm and comforting. Cole smiles back. “Wanna come play some games with the guys? We got some time.”

“We should probably be training,” Cole says, raising one eyebrow, but it’s more of a tease than an actual protest. He’d much rather play. If nothing else, it's fun to watch Jay rage when he's losing.

“Eh, what Wu doesn’t know won’t hurt him. C’mon.”

Cole allows himself to be led the relatively short distance from the deck into their room, where Jay and Zane are already battling it out. 

“Ah, hello, Cole,” says Zane, pausing the game and turning to smile up at Cole with that sweet, awkward smile he always has. “Are you alright?”

“I’m peachy, snowflake,” Cole replies, grinning as he sits down between them. Zane tilts his head in apparent confusion. “I’m good. No worries.”

“Good,” says Zane. Kai sits down on Zane’s other side and picks up a spare controller, passing Cole the fourth. Jay nudges him.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” he asks, smirking, and Cole just smirks back.

“I’d be careful who you threaten, motormouth.”

“Ooh, fighting talk!” exclaims Kai. “C’mon, I wanna get into it already!”

Zane sets up a fresh game. Cole sits there, idly playing with the buttons as he waits, and smiles. He’s got the best friends.

–

It doesn’t entirely clear his mind, but digitally brawling with the other ninja certainly makes him feel a bit better, right up until Wu finds them and scolds them for shirking their duties. He finds himself in the kitchen with Zane, washing dishes as Zane starts to get dinner ready.

“Do not laugh, please,” Zane says shyly. Cole blinks at him, and then suddenly realises that Zane is bashfully tying his pink apron around his waist. He feels guilty immediately.

“I won’t,” he promises. “Sorry for laughing at you for it before.”

“That’s okay. I understand it is a little silly. It’s pink, after all.”

“No, it- it still sucked for us to laugh. You don’t look silly. You, uh- pink suits you.”

It’s nowhere near a lie. Zane looks great in pink. He looks great in anything, honestly. Most of all, he looks great wearing the pleased smile that crosses his face at that. It’s infectious - Cole finds himself smiling too, distracted and scrubbing the same spot on a bowl over and over. He snaps his attention back to the dishes. FSM, what is with him? His dad’s comments must have got in his head. He doesn’t remember ever noticing the others’ appearances this much before, nor feeling this fluttery when he thinks about them. But then again, didn’t he? Weren’t they always this handsome, now that he thinks about it? Maybe the butterflies are new, but they don’t feel out of place, exactly. When he casts his mind back, maybe he does remember feeling a little fluttery whenever Kai puts his hand on his, or Jay poorly trash-talks him, or Zane makes extra dumplings because he knows they’re Cole’s favourite. He stares into the soapy water, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Cole? Are you alright?” Zane asks, placing a cold hand on Cole’s arm and pulling him out of his thoughts. Cole nods.

“Yep,” he says, and it’s not a lie. He’s just… confused, is all. There’s no way his dad was right, right? Not about them dating, of course, but about his, uh… feelings. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? His dad, who he barely sees, picking up on Cole having a- well, multiple crushes before it even crossed Cole’s mind. “Sorry, Zane. Just thinkin’.”

“No need to apologise,” says Zane. “And, um. Thank you for saying pink suits me. I rather like it.”

He smiles, and then makes a beeline for the stove to start cooking. Cole watches him move perfectly around the kitchen, each movement graceful and well-oiled. The water's long gone cold by the time he actually resumes doing the dishes.

–

Dinner is perfect, as it always is when it's Zane's night to cook. Cole devours his own helping and then a fair bit of Jay's, when he isn't looking. Lloyd watches him sneak food off Jay's plate from across the table, wide-eyed, and then utterly fails to do the same to Nya, who notices immediately.

After the meal, Jay and Cole end up on the deck together, trying to make the most of the time before bed. The sun's gone down, leaving them chugging along through dusky indigo skies, a few stars twinkling above them.

"Don't think I didn't notice you stealing my food all of dinner, mister," Jay says, and Cole grins, embarrassed. Busted. 

"Well, why didn't you stop me then?"

Jay shrugs. "I figured it would mean that you owe me! Besides, I know you love Zane’s cooking."

Cole knows for a fact that Jay also loves Zane's cooking. They all do. He doesn't comment on that, though, just raises an eyebrow instead. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep!"

He doesn't elaborate. Cole chooses to assume he'll be doing Jay's chores tomorrow. He rolls his eyes, and leans over the side of the boat. The moon is so bright tonight, illuminating everything in a pale glow. He chances a glance at Jay out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough; beautiful. Damnit. Why couldn't he have less handsome friends? And kind, too, and funny. And caring. And-

Jay catches him looking and scrunches up his nose, sticking his tongue out. Cole feels his heart skip a beat. 

God damnit.

He has three whole stupid crushes, doesn't he?

And that means his stupid dad was right, too.

Cole stares down at the distant desert below them, slowly passing by. This is stupid. Feelings are stupid. They're his friends - his only friends, not that he really likes to admit it. Well- he still has Wu and Nya and Lloyd, but still. They're his team, for another thing. How's he going to fight effectively alongside them when all of a sudden he gets butterflies looking in their eyes for too long?

Jay pokes him. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Just- stuff," says Cole vaguely. 

"Ooh, mystery man, huh? Bet I can guess what you're thinking about."

"Jay, I-"

"Cake? Video games? The fact that it's your turn to mop the deck this week? Dragons?"

Cole should've known that vagueness would get him nowhere with Jay. Annoying, adorable little shit. Instead he just sighs and nods. "Yeah, uh, all of the above."

"Ha! You're so predictable, Cole."

I guess I am, Cole thinks, leaning on his hand and watching Jay's smug face turn to look back out at the clouds. He's only thinking a little bit about kissing him, which he's going to count as a win. He continues to think about it until they go to bed for the night, but it’s only a little bit, so. He’s doing well.

–

The next evening, Cole finally finds himself alone on the deck of the Bounty, having spent all day in the company of at least one of the other ninja, all of whom are suddenly the most attractive guys in Ninjago and he might be going a little bit crazy. Getting some time alone is rare under normal circumstances, but while dealing with this newest revelation it's nothing short of a godsend. 

He begins pacing up and down the deck, debating just what he's supposed to do now. Right. So maybe, just maybe, he has three new crushes. Or, more like, he has three old crushes that he's only just noticed and is kind of kicking himself about in retrospect. 

He has a few options, Cole supposes.

One, he tells them all how he feels. The idea of this one makes his stomach tie itself into twelve different knots and then throw itself off the side of the ship, so he's not really sure it's ideal. But then again, if it went well… he doesn't dare think about it. The odds of it going the way he'd like it to are so tiny that he doesn't even bother properly entertaining the idea. This option isn't really an option. 

Two, he picks one of them to confess to and buries the other two crushes down deep and doesn't think about them ever. This one is more plausible, even if the idea of choosing between them seems impossible. Any time he thinks he's settled on one of them, one of the others will float into his mind and his heart will do the flutter again and he'll be back at square one. Besides, he doesn't even know if any of them would like him back. This option isn't ideal, but it's there.

Three, he buries all of them down deep and pretends they don't exist. This one, as far as Cole can see, has no downsides. Nothing has to change, no one has to get rejected or ruin any friendships or teamwork, and he can go on having fun with his best friends and never think about kissing them at all. Ever. It's the perfect plan.

Of course, perfect plans often have a little snag or two, which Cole discovers as soon as he marches proudly back into their living quarters and is met with three stupidly handsome and loveable faces. 

For the next few days, Cole engages in what can only be described as the most miserable game of tag he’s ever played, in which he’s constantly running from his own gay thoughts attempting to catch him. Every time he sees the other ninja, his heart utterly betrays him by trying to thump itself out of his chest, and his brain betrays him even more by refusing to stop imagining them kissing him, or holding his hand, or even cuddling. Luckily, it doesn’t interfere with their ninja work too much, because Cole is a professional, and their well-oiled team is second nature at this point. At home, though? Well, those two days of performing arts school he attended are really putting the work in.

It doesn’t help that recently the ninja have become more affectionate than ever, constantly checking in on him and asking if he wants to hang out, and there’s only so many times he can turn them down without coming off rude or suspicious. He’s been hanging out with little Lloyd a lot instead. To be fair to the kid, he’s a lot of fun to hang out with, actually. Plus, as a bonus, the ninja don’t seem to be quite as affectionate when Lloyd, Nya or Wu are around, which Cole is putting down to them not wanting to exclude anyone from their little best friend group. 

He’s hanging out by himself in the sleeping quarters, reading a book that Zane’s been trying to get him to read and eating a sandwich, when Nya pops her head round the door and says; “Hey!”

He glances over, brushes some crumbs off his chest, and sits up, putting the book down. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing in here? Everyone's up on the deck, training.”

She steps into the room and walks over to his bunk, sitting down next to him. Cole shrugs.

“I was tired?” he tries, and she laughs.

“Nice try. Wu will never let you get away with that one. Ninja never quit!” she says, doing a scarily accurate impression of Master Wu. Cole snorts, and then looks at his hands. It’s not that he doesn’t want to train. It’s more that Kai had bumped into him earlier and for some ungodly reason had reached out to brush a lock of Cole’s hair behind his ear, and Cole’s now worried that if he looks Kai in the eyes he might actually explode.

He’s not gonna say that. He just sort of shrugs instead.

Nya pokes his cheek. “What’s going on with you?” she asks, raising one eyebrow. Cole looks at her.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs. “You’re acting weird lately. Around the guys mostly. You feeling okay?”

Damn. Cole cringes slightly. He’s probably being very obvious, huh? He opens his mouth, fully intending to make up some excuse, even if he has no idea what would sound plausible, but what actually comes out is; “I think I’m in love with all three of the other guys because my dad thought we were all dating and it made me realise I really like them all and I have no idea what to do about it and I was trying to ignore it but that’s really hard and I don’t wanna ruin the team or our friendships or anything and it sucks.”

Nya stares at him.

“And also I’m gay,” he adds, belatedly realising he's never actually officially come out. He’s pretty sure they all know, but still. Worth adding.

She takes a second, looking almost confused, and then laughs. “Okay,” she says. “Lots of information there, Cole.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, smiling a bit himself. Her smile is infectious. She sighs, and then pats him on the shoulder.

“First of all, congrats on the coming out. I mean, I did already know, so. Y’know. Still congrats!”

“Thank you…?”

"Secondly, that's really cute. You should tell them!"

Cole stares at her. "Nya. You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm not! What's the worst that could happen?" She’s grinning at him, with a sparkle in her eye like she knows something he doesn’t, but he just frowns.

"Uh, I don't know. Everything? Breaking up the team for no good reason? Losing my only friends?"

"Pssh, that's nothing." She sounds cheery, but Cole's not smiling, so she sighs and pats his shoulder. "Right. Sorry. Unhelpful. But look, I really do think you should tell them. They're worried about you, y'know."

Cole blinks. "They are?"

"Yeah, of course. If nothing else, telling them will get you closure, right? Your friendship is stronger than you think, and they care about you, so even if they don't like like you back, is that really the end of the world?"

Huh. Cole looks down at his hands. "I guess not," he admits, frowning. It doesn't feel like it should be that easy. Admittedly, the idea of rejection does make him want to crawl into a cupboard forever, but Nya has a point. She grins again, toothily.

"I'm always right," she says, smug. Cole rolls his eyes and leans into her. She wraps an arm around him. "Oh, and I'm rooting for you, champ. I guarantee it’ll go better than you think."

“Why are you so sure?” Cole grumbles, and she opens her mouth, and then closes it again, shrugging.

“Just am!” she says, slightly sing-song, and he groans. Why is everybody he knows so smug?

–

"Hey," says Cole, and only Zane looks up. Kai and Jay are too busy intently focusing on the game they're playing, which, honestly? That's fine. Cole’s feeling pretty nervous, so the less eyes on him right now the better. "I need to talk to you guys."

"What's up, dude?" asks Kai, narrowing his eyes at the TV, and then groaning. "Oh, damnit, Jay!"

"Ha! Get good, loser!"

"Are you guys done?" Cole asks, feeling endeared and irritated at the same time. God, why'd it have to be these idiots? They pause the game, finally, and turn around to face him, nodding. "Okay."

"Are you alright, Cole?" asks Zane, looking worried. 

“Yeah, I just- I have to tell you all something.”

“We’re all ears, bro,” says Kai, grinning up at him, and Cole’s heart flutters embarrassingly. Oh god. This is gonna suck. He takes a deep breath.

"I like you guys," says Cole. "Like, like like you. All of you."

There's silence. Cole resists the urge to squeeze his eyes shut so he can't see them all looking at him. This is terrible. His heart is pounding.

"...I thought we were all already dating?" Zane says, sounding genuinely bewildered.

“Yeah, I kinda- are we not?” asks Jay, putting down his game controller. Kai nods in agreement, frowning at Cole.

What.

Cole stares at them all. He’s desperately trying to see in their eyes if this is some weird prank, or joke, but they all look utterly baffled at the idea that they’re not all dating him. They all think they’re dating him? And each other? All of them?

This might be the weirdest turn of events in Cole’s life, and he once had an old man on top of a mountain ask him to become a ninja to help save Ninjago from evil.

“Wh- we are?” he says desperately, holding out his hands in confusion. The others make eye contact with each other and then look back at him, nodding. Cole’s head is spinning. “For how long?”

Jay shrugs. “I dunno, a couple of weeks?”

A couple of weeks? He’s saying that Cole could have been kissing all three of them for weeks? He must look shaken, because Kai holds out a hand comfortingly.

“How did I not know?” he asks. They look at each other again.

“I do not know,” says Zane.

“We just sort of assumed you wanted to take things slow?” explains Kai. “And we didn’t wanna push you or anything, y’know?”

Cole really does not know what to do now. He goes and sits on the floor between them all, and then suddenly has a realisation. “My dad was right,” he groans, dropping his head into his hands in shame. This is awful. Not only was his stupid dad right about his stupid feelings, he was right about them dating, apparently. And apparently, everybody was aware of this except for Cole!

Wait. “Wait,” he says. “Does Nya think we’re dating too?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m gonna tell my sister, dude,” says Kai, and Cole groans again. Great. No wonder she’d seemed so sure of herself when he asked for her advice. He feels a hand pat his arm slightly awkwardly.

“Are you alright?” asks Zane, sounding concerned, and Cole nods into his hands. It’s not quite settled in yet, given that this was the exact opposite of the outcome he was expecting and all. It might be starting to, though, given the way his stomach is starting to fizz with excitement. 

“So,” he says, lifting his head out of his hands. They’re all looking at him with eyes that are far too soft and gentle and beautiful. “You’re telling me you all want to date me?”

“Well, I thought we all were for several weeks, so I’d say yes,” says Jay, and Cole partially considers dropping his head back into his hands. He puts them down on his lap instead.

“What now?” he asks. He’s pretty sure he’s just mightily embarrassed himself, so he’s half expecting one of them to go well, actually, we don’t really like you that much anymore, Cole, sorry! Instead, Kai starts grinning and adjusts himself so he’s on one knee.

“Well,” he says, making eye contact with each of them. “Would all three of you do me the honour of being my boyfriends? Officially, this time.”

Cole might be dying. His heart rate would certainly suggest that he is. Beside him, Zane giggles, and Jay groans and rolls his eyes.

“You’re so annoying,” he complains, and then leans forward and kisses Kai’s cheek.

“I would be honoured,” Zane says, seriously, and leans in to kiss Kai’s other cheek. Kai raises his eyebrows at Cole, the cocky grin melting into something softer as he looks at him.

“If you’d rather talk about it first-” he begins to say, before Cole gets his courage up and all but jumps forward to plant a kiss directly on Kai’s lips. They’re soft, and warm, and he can feel Kai smiling against his lips. His heart hammers furiously against the inside of his ribs as he pulls back and grins awkwardly.

“Yeah,” he says, slightly embarrassed by the way Kai is smiling at him. Jay makes a noise.

“My turn!” he says, and pulls Cole into a kiss as well, their noses squishing uncomfortably against each other and teeth clacking slightly. He pulls away, slightly dazed, and Jay all but sparkles at him with the joy in his grin. Zane clears his throat politely.

“May I?” he asks, and Cole nods, his head spinning too much to answer properly. Zane leans in and kisses him, much gentler than Jay, and then pulls back after a moment and smiles. Cole’s tempted to pinch himself, just to make sure this isn’t some big self-indulgent dream. His heart is calming down, convinced that all is well. 

“Glad we got that sorted!” chirps Jay, picking his game controller back up. “Cole, do you wanna join the game next round?”

Cole has to laugh. He feels a bit ridiculous. Knowing that he could’ve been happily with them all for weeks rather than tearing himself up inside trying to escape his crushes stings a bit, but at least he got this outcome instead of something worse. Honestly, this is the best possible outcome he could have hoped for. 

“Yeah, okay,” he says, and grabs the spare controller.

–

Cole’s dad opens the door not ten seconds after he rings the bell, which suggests he’d been waiting by the door for Cole to show up, which is either quite sweet or a bit weird, he can’t decide.

“Cole!” he says, opening it, and then his eyes widen. “Oh!”

Cole grins, gesturing to the other three ninja, who have promised to be on their best behaviour and are dressed in their nicest outfits. “Surprise?” he says, and they beam at his dad. Lou looks utterly thrilled, clapping his hands together and grinning.

“Oh, this is wonderful! Cole never brings friends home,” he says, and Cole’s face goes a bit hot. He looks around at the other ninja, who smile at him encouragingly.

“It’s actually, uh. Boyfriends, dad.”

Lou’s face shifts through surprise, to joy, to smug understanding. He smiles at Cole, who rolls his eyes. 

“Boyfriends, eh?” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Who knew?”

“Lay off it, dad,” says Cole. “Can we come in or not?”

Lou steps back to let them all pass through, waving them in with pleasantries and greetings, and when Cole passes him he pats him on the shoulder and smiles, his eyes gentle and proud. Cole smiles back, embarrassed. He’s still a little bit mad that his dad figured things out before he did, but honestly? He can’t be that upset, what with the way it all worked out.

Okay, maybe a little. But only because his dad is being so smug about it. Otherwise, he’s completely fine. After all, he’s dating the three best people in Ninjago, so what’s he got to be mad about?

Cole grins as he walks into the living room to find Kai and Jay mid-bicker already, with Zane attempting to act as mediator. They stop when they see him, all three sets of eyes lighting up, and his grin grows wider. Yeah. He’s doing pretty good.

#grays fic stuff #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fic #i dont rly know how to post fic on tumblr aha #hope this is good #polyninja #cole brookstone #lou brookstone #kai smith #kai jiang #jay walker #zane julien #nya smith #nya jiang #fics

[executables-sims]

Get to know you: Sims Style

Thank you so much for the tag, @goatskickin! :D I am ill rn, so please excuse the rambling. x) Long post ahead!

What’s your favorite Sims death? Maybe fright? I've only ever had it happen once via ghost, the anim is pretty funny. :)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? My Simblr probably says otherwise, but I don’t have a preference! I’ve had nearly every possible CC style under the sun throughout my years of playing, and I constantly think about reviving my 'semi-realism' folder (living vicariously through you, other simmers!). I didn't play with CC until early 2006 though, so MM is a little bit more nostalgic. :)

Do you cheat your sims weight? Hell no! I'm still in awe of Nysha's townie body diversity mod finally letting townies be fat. :D I wish the game had a better way of managing bodyshapes so I could add more variety that way.

Do you move objects? Of course!

Favorite Mod? Of all time? Impossible! My continued interest in gameplay is always because of new mods. :)

I did gain a new outlook thanks to a mod recently, though! My wild romance sim Blaze Biermann ended up 'mood swinging' to fortune before he went to uni, and instead of reverting, it got stuck.

He had a few flings still (pleasure secondary), but after he returned home and met his daughter (for the first time since her birth), he started cringing whenever I directed him to romance his dates. It felt like he had grown as a person, and I loved it!

TL;DR: Randomly change your sims' original aspiration/s to give them interesting character arcs! First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? I mean, not my decision, but our first TS1 EP was Hot Date. I'm pretty sure I got TS2 EPs/SPs in order of release (miss those days of unwrapping a new one every birthday/christmas!).

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? We're LIVE, baby! 🎥

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I don't usually get very attached to my first-generation sims, but maybe Evonne Milos, from the gameplay/story hood I accidentally destroyed in four days? Never actually played her, but I had a lot of ideas for a corrupt 'sexpot' politician. x)

Have you made a simself? Lots! 99% of the fun I had playing TS2 as a kid was me and my best friend making ourselves and our respective crushes of the week, and we'd always live in one of those Veronaville lots that was two houses connected by a balcony. I can't even tell you the amount of times she got me pregnant against my wishes whilst I went to the bathroom, lmao.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? For colour consistency, probably brown? But there are a lot of brunettes in Brunwick (must be the name!), so I enjoy the recessives popping up in gameplay. :)

Favorite EA hair? Does an EA download count? Jeanette is lovely.

Favorite life stage? Ohhh dude, that's so difficult to answer. They all bring different challenges and dynamics to the household! I feel like I've started to appreciate the child lifestage more since Brunwick has grown large enough to have multiple friendship groups. It's fun watching them goof around with each other and be actual kids, instead of sitting indoors skilling. I really need to build a park! :)

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Are you a CC creator? Yes, I really love how this game has led me to so many creative hobbies! Would like to tackle BHAVs one day. :)

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? Yeah! I consider us all friends over our shared enjoyment of the game really, but as a chronic lurker I'm not the best at cultivating connections. x) Does anyone wanna make a secret club? xD

Do you have any sims merch? No, but I do have a bunch of rad sims memories. 👉😎👉

Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope, but I watched plenty of sim music videos back in the day! Found a lot of songs that way. :) Some formative memories here: One / Two

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? I sadly don't have screenshots of my oldest saves thanks to a combo of no external HD and no screenshot program, but here's one example:

But gameplay-wise, a lot! My early years were probably based around creating stories more than actively playing, but when I did I would just emulate perfect families, attempt legacies, and restart BG hoods over and over. x)

Now I'm all about wants-based gameplay; witnessing and interpreting a story, as opposed to creating one from scratch. But I will add drama if I find my interest waning! x)

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Again, super-duper impossible to answer because everyone's CC makes the game fun, but my most recent CC shopping spree was Honeywell and HugeLunatic! :) 🛒

How long have you had Simblr? Technically 2011, officially 2013, but if we're being pedantic, I finally made a dedicated Simblr (this) in 2016. x)

How do you edit your pictures? These days, just sharpen and shrink! CC previews aren't too complicated either- a blurred out screenshot for the BG and a shadow.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite? Ooh… maybe Nightlife, by a smidgen? I feel like it gave us a lot of new features and items, and the subhood was nice (as a non-builder at the time!).

Tagging: @daman19942 @aondaneedles @eulaliasims @profesionalpartyguest @tvickiesims @and everyone else, I love reading these! :D

#Tag meme

[so-long-soldier28]

very random warbler headcanons

✨ sebastian smythe ✨

- played lacrosse in france and was liked by his teammates, but wasn’t necessarily popular in school

- scandals bar habits came directly from nights in paris

- neither of his parents are homophobic, but he’s heard the horror stories and fears losing his relationship with them

- his maman knows about his late night habits, but doesn’t question him about them. she’s always known he was gay, but he never directly told her. she fears if she brings it up, he’ll clam up 

- still, she looks out for him in ways she can. teaches him how to be safe outside at night, shows him ways to defend himself if he ever has to. sneaks extra condoms in his nightstand drawer

- takes him a while, but eventually realizes his mom knows, but isn’t trying to stop or control him. awkward about it at first - doesn’t go out for some time and definitely doesn’t bring anyone home. but when their relationship doesn’t change, he goes back into his old ways. does make an effort to be safer (and even a bit more open about it), though, for his maman’s sake

- something about the smythes: love preparing for social gatherings; hate social gatherings. their house is always the place to be during the holidays bc it’s huge and gorgeous. mrs. smythe loves decorating for christmas, and all three of them love to cook and bake for it. but then throughout the night, they all just want their company to go home so they can sleep

- both parents taught sebastian to cook and bake, and he has a book of their favorite recipes that he pulls out during late nights at dalton

- charcuterie board connoisseur 🧀🍷

✨ nick duval ✨

- from michigan but at dalton on a scholarship (i read a fic where it was a soccer scholarship, and my brain adopted it)

- childhood best friends with jeff

- not good with directions. can’t really tell left and right apart. on road trips, he’s not the driver, nor the navigator, but a secret third thing (in the backseat, wondering where the nearest rest stop is)

✨ jeff sterling ✨

- second child of four siblings + has a twin sister

- also from michigan, but siblings are scattered all around states (has an older brother in florida, too)

- loves his family, but they have their issues. grateful for nick’s support throughout his life, otherwise he’d be pretty lost

- when nick got accepted to dalton, he begged his parents to go, since most of his siblings were separated anyway. they let him go mostly to have one less child to monitor 

✨ hunter clarington ✨

- doesn’t believe he can be liked, so he settles for being feared

- this works for coaching the warblers, but he quickly learns he’s not accepted nor respected by them

- left out on lima bean study dates and movie nights and other warbler group activities. hurts him, but he doesn’t show it

- canonically: acts out with steroids until the boys plant enough evidence that blaine and sam find out to get him expelled

- noncanonically: after one strenuous practice, he loses his cool and shares his insecurities. very slowly, the boys open up and forgive him, like the did to sebastian after the slushie. eventually, he’s brought into the group as a friend, instead of just being on the outside as a leader

✨ thad hardwood ✨

- always first to forgive

- giant goof that makes everyone smile, even on the worst days

- has a theory that kurt killed pavarotti for blaine’s attention. wes thinks he’s crazy for it

✨ trent nixon ✨

- public school bullying brought him to dalton

- lives closer to cincinnati, ohio. wishes he was in westerville, though. doesn’t feel safe in his hometown

- parents aren’t divorced, but they don’t love each other. very close with his mom, not at all with his dad. has to talk to his dad once a year, though, bc he pays for his schooling. this usually happens around christmas-time. unless his dad drinks too much the night before and forgets

- queer. every so often wonders if he’s bi, but has never been in a relationship with anyone so he doesn’t know. curious about girls, but at the same time, can’t imagine dating one. doesn’t feel a need to figure it out ~ he likes who he likes

- has the biggest crush on blaine. relates to him, wants to protect him, and thinks he’s absolutely adorable

- was the one to kick sebastian out of the group after the slushie. all were mad, but he shouted at him for almost an hour, and even pushed him once

- last to forgive sebastian, but did eventually. also apologized for pushing him. he’d never physically touched anyone like that before and he felt bad since it happened, but not bad enough to apologize right away

✨ david thompson ✨

- aroace

- best friends with wes. they went on a date once, but both decided they were better as friends

- the warblers call them their dads (no one knows about the secret date, but their parent-like protectiveness over the group brought on the gag)

✨ dalton academy ✨

- students are allowed to use the kitchen as long as they keep it clean and know basic safety rules

- there are three fire drills a year. one is during classes, one is at night, and the last is unannounced and random

- lots of begging resulted in the warblers all being put on the same floor. all freshman students and transfers are randomly placed, but going into their sophomore year (or next year up), they can request roommates

- the school’s no-bullying policy extends to having emergency buttons in all of the dorm rooms and hallways, in case anyone ever feels unsafe

#i just did this for two hours instead of writing actual fics #warbler headcanons #glee headcanons #dalton academy #dalton warblers #glee #sebastian smythe #nick duval #jeff sterling #thad harwood #trent nixon #david thompson #hunter clarington

[thecultofcupid]

tiny little unfinished concept for plural raph and his Red Angels of Preventing Harm. is it pretty? no. does it get the job done? yes.

to make things easier, the fronter will be indicated by eye color. obviously this is not how it works in real life, but for the sake of this au and any art we make of it, this is the easiest way for us to specify who is in front without having to write it out. co-consciousness will likely be indicated by mixing two colors together (example, if Angel and Little Red are both conscious, then their eyes would be a red-purple). these colors might be changed if I decide on better ones but this is just a messy concept sketch!

the four known alters in the R.A.P.H. system are Raph, Savage, Angel, and Little Red (or just Red for short). little introductions for each of them:

Raph: - main fronter/host of the system - bigender (she/him pronouns) - strict out of necessity, but loves to goof around when the situation permits - basically the Raph you know and love from ROTTMNT :) except now she's trans

Savage: - trauma holder - doesn't really care about gender (he/she/they/it pronouns) - as seen in "Man VS Sewer" episode - hates being alone

Angel: - protector - male (he/him pronouns) - as seen in "Pizza Puffs" episode - more strict than Raph and tries to push self-reliance. the "parent" of the system

Little Red/Red: - system little - male (he/him pronouns) - nonverbal and relies on sign language to communicate - excitable but also very timid that's what I've got so far. I'm planning on making a better reference at some point but for now I really just wanted to get my thoughts out there :)

#cupid's creations #rottmnt #plural raph #will add more tags later #i'm too eepy

[thegoblinboy]

Broken Glasses -

Written by Eddiethegreatteddybear

Day One of a month challenge

Ignore the fact that Dirty Dancing came out a year after the events in stranger things- I didn’t realize that lol

1. broken glasses | Steve and Eddie lay low at his place to keep the town from killing Eddie’s dumbass. In the process Ed proves that he can be a valuable friend to Steve. (While shamelessly flirting, which goes over Steve’s oblivious head.”

Steve has always needed some form of glasses. But the second he found out about contacts he refused to touch the flimsy frames ever again. Not wanting to be known as, “the four eyed” Harrington but rather the “King” Steve or the “Hair” Harrington. Anything but bug eyes. Of course there were occasions where he did wear them. But those occasions always included his house and no one else. Though he always kept them on him just in case. Most times in his glove department of his car, if he accidentally loses one of his contact lenses doing something.

Today had been the same routine for him. Wake up, nearly walk into a wall to go to the bathroom, brush his teeth, shower, put his contact lenses in and then leave to go pick up Robin for work. At first he never brought his glasses anywhere even if he did loose one of his contact lenses. Though after Star court he decided just to carry them around just in case. Remembering how bad his vision was when they had finally escaped. That and the horrible headache from squinting so much.

When he was out cold in the Russians torture chair one of his contacts had somehow gotten stuck to the back of his eye lid. Then when he would blink they would move further up to a place that was difficult to grab them from. You would think he would think he’d remember all of the pain that he was put through, but nope. He only remembers how horribly agitated his eyes were when he was finally at safety. Of course he couldn’t wear his lenses for too long before they started to become annoying.

Of course throughout everything that had been going on he had totally forgotten to go home and change them. To busy trying to get out of the upside down, protecting the kids and simply surviving. Then when Nancy… when Nancy was lifted up into the air and- god it was brutal. Steve hasn’t really had a chance to really take her death in. Shuddering a little bit he makes sure to lead Eddie up to his house without being seen.

Sure, they may have just cleared his name to the police a few moments ago but that wasn’t going to spread completely around town until the next few days. Steve’s eyes water a bit at the thought of Nancy and of course he blinks wrong and one of his lenses fall out and somewhere on his steps. His right eye completely going blurry and the contrast between his two eyes was giving him a headache within seconds.

“Shit!” He curses stepping back a little, stumbling a bit holding his right eye that wouldn’t stop watering. Sometimes it felt like the lenses would just keep all of the water in his eye.

Eddie didn’t know what was going on and his first reaction is to jump in one of the side bushes scared that someone had seen him. Poking his head out a little to look around, leaves now stuck in his hair and a very pale looking face he stays hidden. Only hearing Steve grumble a bit as he’s forced to pull the contact lense from his other eye. His eyes not leaving the other teenager as he moves his hands out trying to find the railing to his stares so he could walk up the steps. But nearly falls on his ass in the process, wincing as he hurts the bites on his side.

Grumbling a little, and to panicked to really feel embarrassed he looks around squinting trying to find Eddie. “Eddie?” He whisper yells as he moves almost like Frankenstein holding his hands out so that he didn’t run into anything.

“What the fuck are you doing Harrington? Stop goofing around.” Eddie hisses back as he was paranoid enough to believe this would catch someone’s attention. Both of them were exhausted and sore from fighting and there was nothing more that Eddie wanted then to just lay down and sleep for a few hours.

“I can’t see, can you help me?” Steve whispers back not really effected by the others snapping.

“Your eyes look perfectly fine to me.” Eddie snips again as he moves a little causing a few twigs to snap under his feet. Feeling bad when he sees Steve quickly turn in his direction. He’s pretty sure the other just shat himself out of fear.

“Well- I’m not. My contact lenses fell out and I really can’t see. I’m not being dramatic. Can you um- just go to my glove box and grab my glasses so that I can get us inside.” He whispers as he blinks fast trying to make his eyes less blurry.

Eddie looks at him skeptical, but realizes that the other was dead serious. Groaning he moves running to the car opening the side door as he clicks the glove box half way open before grabbing the only pair of glasses in there. Rolling his eyes at how irresponsible the other seemed to be with them. They had not been in their box, and seemed to be already broken. Tape covering them in a lot of spots.

He moves back over to Steve his chain dangling from his pants as he moves putting them on the others nose. He can’t help but look slightly amused at how big the others eyes get when they are on. “There you go.” He mumbles softly before he’s seeing the other gather himself before once again leading up to the house.

After that everything seemed to be perfectly fine. All the curtains were shut and Eddie made sure to stay out of sight. Eddie was the first to shower while Steve cooked them dinner. The second Eddie was out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist he moves to the kitchen. “Hey, can I borrow some clothes?” He asks curious with a raised eyebrow.

Steve looks up as he awkwardly nods his head biting his lip trying not to look at the other. He leads the way to his room where he moves to his closet as he opens it. “Um- you can choose anything that you want.” He says as he moves to grab underwear and a pair of sweatpants for the other. When he turns back around he sees the other looking slightly impressed at how many Queen, Metallica, and other band t-shirts he had.

“I thought you didn’t listen to metal?” Eddie questions looking over at Steve who shakes his head no with a chuckle.

“I don’t, I only listen to Queen out of all of those. They’re actually my cousins, but he decided that he didn’t want them anymore and gave them to me and my parents told me to take them.” He admits before adding. “You probably could steal most of those if you wanted. I don’t even know half the bands in there.” He chuckles as Eddie’s eyes go wide before he’s going through the hung up shirts that were clearly not worn all that much.

Steve sees that his David Bowie shirt was in the mix and it seems like it caught Eddie’s interest. “I don’t know how that got mixed with those, but you’re going to have to pry this shirt from my cold dead hands.” Steve says quickly snatching it as Eddie gasps. Though it seems like he’s also a tad surprised.

“If I weren’t naked I would totally tackle you for that shirt.” He huffs as he moves taking a Black Sabbath shirt that he can’t help but smile brightly at it as Steve gives him his other clothes before walking out.

“I finished dinner up so when you’re done it’ll be on the stove. I’m going to be in the shower.” He says simply as he enters the bathroom closing it behind him with a click that was loud enough for Eddie to catch.

Eddie on the other hand quickly changed in the boys room, moving to the others mirror as he starts to fix his hair to look nicer before going down to the kitchen. He licks his lips as he realizes the food was not boxed or canned. Thank god. He eats a lot of it, but makes sure to leave some for Steve. Thinking of the other he already decided he would enjoy prancing the other a lot.

So he sneaks near the bathroom where he hears the water running, and a soft little hum. He shakes his head amused before he’s opening it gently not making any noise. He sees that the mirror is heated up and covered. He looks down and snatches the others glasses, and the contact lenses container’s. Going back to the living room where he starts to explore a little. He’s never been good on following the normal social cues. He was sure this was one of those things that would be considered rude.

Plopping down on the couch he turns on the tv where he can see that the tape was rewinding. When it starts to play he gasps surprised when he sees it’s dirty dancing. “Oh- oh my god.” He starts laughing. Who knew Steve was into this kind of stuff. Though he was sort of enjoying how surprised he was whenever something he had guessed about the other was wrong.

He moves letting the movie play checking out the full stack. Back to the Future, Top Gun, the Goonies, the Breakfast Club, footloose and a few other movies he didn’t recognize. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears the bathroom door open and cursing from the hallway.

“Munson did you take my glasses? And contacts?” Steve says sounding a tad annoyed as he moves his hand across the wall as he leads himself to the living room. Squinting and not having the best balance. He had a baggie shirt on now that went passed his knees and a pair of shorts. He honestly looked adorable. Eddie can’t help but snicker as he teases the other.

“Maybe.” He hums as he sits up on the couch now on his knees after moving from the floor. “Maybe not.” He says having a shit ass grin on his face as he watches Steve roll his eyes.

“Oh come on. Give them to me.” He complains one of his hands going on his hips. He reminded Ed of a annoyed Mother.

“Nope, you’re going to have to sing to me first.” He says as he moves to the button and starts to fast forward the tape to the end.

“Oh for gods sake, I’m not singing.” Steve grumbles as Eddie snorts.

“Well I guess you aren’t seeing either.” He hums as he stands up catching on to how the other was stumbling over to grab him. Eddie had predicted this would happen and set the others glasses and case on top of the tv. He smirks as he moves out of the others reach before he moves shoving the other playfully to the corner. Well leading him there.

“I’ll give you a hint of what I want, ‘no body, no body puts baby in the corner.’” Eddie can see the others surprise and how the others face goes red. Eddie laughs as he steps back and presses play on the now pauses movie letting the first few lyrics play through. He can see from the corner of his eye that the couple on screen was about to dance.

“If you tell anybody about this I swear to-“ Steve starts but is interrupted to Eddie starting to sing the lyrics. He had no shame.

“Just remember, you’re the one thing. I cant get enough of, so I’ll tell you something, this could be love,” Eddie’s singing obnoxiously but Steve’s face was red because the others obnoxious sounded amazing.

“Come on Harrington, just sing it and you’ll get your stuff back. I have them hidden.” Eddie rambles out laughing at the others reaction as he really wanted to pick on the other. This would be a story.

Steve grumbles as he finishes the chorus with arms crossed over his chest under his breathe.

“Oh Harrington! That wasn’t even loud enough louder!” Eddie’s giggling like a idiot. To be truthful he was sort of doing this to distract the other from Nancy. When he seen it happen to Chrissy he was a mess. He moves forward grabbing the others hand pulling him forward laughing a little more at the others stumbles. The others foot steps on his and honestly it was such a Steve thing to do he couldn’t be bothered.

“This could’ve been easy, but no you didn’t want to listen to me. So now you’re going to have to dance like baby in dirty dancing or else I’m not letting you sleep tonight.” He says with a chuckle hearing the other boy groan. Though he hesitates as he can’t see, and Eddie catches onto the others worries.

“Just close your eyes, I’ll lead you.” He hums as he moves the other twirling him as he adds, “now you better get this verse this time or so help me.”

“Fine! But you’re singing along I’m not doing it by myself.” Steve grumbles shyly.

“Oh my! This can’t be the same Steve that jumped in the lake! Are you afraid of just a little singing.” Eddie teases as he watches the other start to catch onto the dancing and relaxing his awkward body.

“I’ve had the time of my life, No, I’ve never felt this way before, Yes, I swear, it’s the truth, and I owe it all to you.” When Steve started to sing Eddie did and it doesn’t take them both long to be screaming the lyrics from the top of their longs laughing in the process as they dance. Both letting off steam from the horrible experiences they’ve just had. Though Steve nearly falls on his face again and Eddie decides this is enough. Both their faces pink from laughing as he moves leading the other to the tv putting his glasses on the other.

“You look so dorky.” He says with a smile. Steve rolls his eyes chuckling, “shut up.”

Though nothing seemed like much right now, Eddie’s sure he just made a new friend. Surprised that it was Steve of all people. “Now go eat and I’ll help clean up your bandages before bed.” Eddie says joking around and smacking the others ass.

Steve wasn’t used to the others personality. But this all just made sense to him and he didn’t read to far into it. He jumps at the others slap rolling his eyes, though he was secretly amused as he moves to the kitchen now able to see.

“Alright Dad.”

“I hope you know, I prefer Daddy!” Eddie says loudly from the living room.

Steve’s at the counter feeling flustered not used to dirty jokes, unsure what he just got himself into. Though he secretly can’t help but feel greatful for the other. Even though it was just for a few minutes the other helped him forget about the shitty world for a little bit.

#omg this is one of my favorite one shots so far I completly went with it there #stranger things #steveharrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #steveddie #bxb #happypridemonth #happy pride 🌈 #pride oneshot

[panfluidme]

Twins of Chaos

Master Post, Chapter Six

CHAPTER SEVEN: MAKE UP OR MAKE OUT

Ben arrived home and took off his shoes. Many thoughts ran through his head, but the biggest one was:

"I miss April and Mikey."

He had no desire to see Raph again. Even after four years, he was still hurt and angry by what Raph had said to him. Raph treated him like he was someone who couldn't be trusted to lead or help. 

But that didn't stop him from missing Mikey and April. In the long run, they had nothing to do with the argument Ben had had with Raph. It wasn't fair to them that he took Josh and ran, hell, it wasn't fair to Josh.

Ben stopped, halfway up the stairs. "Am I a bad brother?" he mumbled to himself. 

He didn't get an answer, which, well expected, did nothing to cheer his sudden sour mood up. 

Turning around, Ben decided he would see if D- Josh was in the garage. He knew Zack Lawson, his other roommate, would be up in his room gaming. But right now, Ben could use the presence of one of his brothers. And there was only one option he had without seeing his older brother.

As he got closer to the garage, he could hear the loud music that Josh liked to blast as he worked. At least, he blasted it only during the day and not at night. Ben personally didn't mind, but Zack had complained a few times about it, so Josh stopped. 

Ben opened the door. "Josh~!" he sang.

"What?" Josh's flat voice came from under the car.

"First, what are you doing to our car? Second, I just wanted to hang out with my favorite twin brother."

"Scoff. First, I decided I wanted to upgrade our car so it would last longer, plus, it needed a routine check up to see how everything's functioning. Second, I'm your only twin."

Ben shrugged and sat on the blue desk chair, making it spin around a few times. "Did you get Zack's permission. It is technically his car."

"Of course I did..n't. I did not. But, it won't matter cause he'll love the changes. And they aren't anything too crazy. Just a better piston and a gas tank that won't require as much gas. Just small things that will improve the overall performance of the car."

"I see." Ben smiled. "Nothing too crazy."

"Exactly."

Ben hesitated then sighed. "Do you ever miss our old life?"

Josh came out from under the car, blinking slowly. "You mean fighting crime every day and almost getting killed by villains or the people we were close to?"

"The people we were close to. We don't even know if dad's still alive."

"Hm. I think he is. I get this feeling that he won't die until he sees us again." Josh wiped his hands on his shirt and stood in front of Ben. "And, to answer your question, I do. I miss the way Mikey would goof around. I miss Raph's hugs. He gave the best hugs."

Ben tensed up a little then nodded. "He really did."

"You're still angry at him, aren't you?"

"I am." He shrugged. "But—"

"Hey, Benny," Zack cut in. "Josh. I'm thinking about ordering some sushi for lunch. Do you guys want any?"

"Wow, I'm surprised that you're asking me if I want any."

"Pft, I don't entirely hate you, I just don't like you." Zack crossed his arms. "Do you want any food or not, Josh?"

"I'll just have a piece or two of Ben's. I'm not very hungry."

Zack nodded. "Ben?"

"I want... you two to get along."

"What do you want to eat."

"A couple spicy tuna rolls are fine. But seriously, why can't you two get along?"

"Ask Zack. He's the one who started it."

Zack scoffed. "I started it? That's bullshit."

"You were mean to me first. I'm only mean to people who are mean to me. It's just a fun little cycle, isn't it?" he said the last sentence in a baby tone. 

"Ugh, I can't believe I offered to get you food when you talk to me like that."

Josh chuckled. "I don't care."

Ben sighed. "You two need to make up or make out."

Zack sputtered. "Yeah, that's not happening."

"Never in a million years."

"Yeah, whatever." Ben grabbed both of their arms and took them to a walk-in closet. He pushed them into it and shut the door, using a chair to block them in. 

"Ben!" Josh shouted as he tried to open the door. "What are you doing?!"

"You two are going to make up or make out! I'm tired of your nonsense!"

"This is so unfair! Let us out!" Zack demanded.

"Nope! Have fun!"

Chapter Eight

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt angst #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #twins of chaos #disaster twins

[lasitakh]

Sun, Nov 12

Hi there,

It's almost midnight in Jakarta, and I find myself unable to sleep, with a thoughts swirling through my mind. I couldn't quite pinpoint who to talk to about all of this, so I ended up scrolling through my contact list, but no one in particular came to mind. That's why I'm writing this letter to you, imagining that you're somehow listening, even though your existence is still shrouded in mystery, huh.

These past few days have been really tough, you know. I feel like the universe has been putting my patience and anger to the test, pushing me to my limits.

Let me tell you about what happened yesterday. I was just about to to sleep when I stumbled upon a post from one of Sal's friends, celebrating his birthday. And there she was, Sal's most recent ex, looking all happy. Sal had assured me that their relationship was over, but seeing her there made me feel a mix of jealousy and sadness. She was there, regardless the separation.

Why could Sal love her more than me? We had a solid five years together, and this new girl just breezes in for four months and suddenly she’s the queen of his world. Why was she even at his birthday bash when she's out of his life? And here I am, playing the role of the ex, but I didn't get an invite? I mean, seriously! The best ex gets the VIP pass, and I, who practically took on the roles of mom, mentor, and rehab center, didn't even get a nod?

You know what really got under my skin? The fact that Sal could walk away from our relationship without suffering the way I did, and yet, when he split from this girl, it seemed like he went through all the trauma. It was as if he fought for her, not for me. And that really messed with my ego.

I've carried this insecurity with me throughout my life. I've always wondered why people could so easily walk away from me without putting up a fight (Well, except for Bi, but he's a bit of a unique case). I've often felt like I wasn't enough for anyone, like it was effortless for them to continue their lives without me, while I was left suffering after each separation.

So, Sayang, if you ever contemplate leaving me someday, please, let's not even start building a relationship in the first place. I'm terrible at goodbyes. Unless you're willing to come back to me, no matter how challenging it may be, let's give this relationship a shot. But if you plan to walk away just like the others, please don't.

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So, Sal and I had a five-year relationship, and he was quite the breath of fresh air in my life – a real game-changer.

See, ever since I was a kid, life was all about grinding and fun was a rare guest. Then Sal came in, and he brought something I'd never really experienced before – pure joy and fun. Being with him was like taking a vacation from life's constant stress. It was just non-stop fun. He opened my eyes to the idea that life isn't all about being in a perpetual fight-or-flight mode; we can actually loosen up a bit. It was my first taste of really enjoying life, something I'd never truly known.

But here's the twist. Constantly being carefree and happy seemed too good to be true. The real world requires hard work and making tough decisions. Sal was 100% fun, but when it came to the nitty-gritty of adulting and facing life's tough stuff, he always seemed to back away. That made me wonder if all this fun was enough or if it was time to grow up and tackle the real-life problems that might pop up any day.

Before Sal, I was the type of person who mostly used my brain to make decisions, and some people thought I was a bit cold-hearted. Sal changed that. I started using my heart more and my brain less. But eventually, my brain told me to cut the nonsense because what I had with him was a fantasy. Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows; there's thunder too. If Sal couldn't step up to face the thunder, maybe I needed a partner who could tackle tough challenges with me, not just party and goof around.

After the breakup, it felt like my world was falling apart, and happiness seemed elusive because the happiest I'd ever been was with him. I started questioning whether my decision to trust my brain over my heart was the right call.

Those 2.5 years that followed were rough. I lost my confidence, questioned myself, felt like a completely different person, couldn't sleep, and my heart felt hollow. Countless sessions with psychologists, psychiatrists, even hypnotherapist – I even saw a neurologist because the trauma messed with my brain, causing sleep issues and near-daily headaches. Some days, I couldn't get through without painkillers or antidepressants.

As I made some progress, I jumped into another relationship, which turned out to be another tragic chapter that sent me spiraling again (I'll spill those beans later).

It took yet another round of countless sessions to recover from Sal's breakup and the toxic rebound relationship afterward.

Then, out of the blue, Sal sent me a message in the middle of the night, apologizing for how things ended between us. He admitted he was a chicken who ran away, not really thinking about how I felt at the time.

At first, I was all mixed up, and part of me even wondered if this was a sign of another chance for Sal and me. But I tried to keep my head above my heart, so I dug deeper to figure out why it took him 2.5 years to apologize.

Turned out he got stressed out after breaking up with his most recent girlfriend and decided to ask for forgiveness from people in his past who he had issues with. It was more about setting himself free. So, meh, the apology wasn't really for me.

I asked him why he just left when I suggested we part ways, and he said it was because my pace was too fast, and he couldn't keep up. He also claimed he was stressed when we split (though he couldn't quite remember how he coped). Total BS, if you ask me, because he seemed just fine, and no one forgets how they survive a heartbreak.

His explanation made me realize that trusting my brain was the best decision I ever made. Without my love, he was just an ordinary dude, and without all the fun, well, he really was nothing. So, that's the story.

[little-b00ger-writes]

The Pajama Party Nobody Asked For

It's 1984. Metallica are back home from their European tour. Kirk thought it would be the perfect idea to celebrate being home while wearing the stupidest outfits ever. Shenanigans soon arise.

Author's note: Right, so this is my first ever fan fiction and I'm actually really proud of myself. I came across kigurumi suits online not long ago and honestly I found the idea of the guys wearing them fucking hilarious.

Also, I'm like 90% sure that kigurumis didn't exist in the 80's- but who cares.

Anyway, enjoy!

WARNINGS: cursing, alcohol, cig and pot-smoking

December 2, 1984

Home. Finally home. 

Ride the Lightning had been recorded in full and released. The European tour was finally over. So naturally- between all the raw exhaustion, jet lag, and pressure- of course a celebration of some sort was in order.

Kirk was high on LSD when he came up with a crazy, kooky idea for a fun night involving one-piece pajamas made for adults. That man was always thinking up something wildly interesting, it seemed.

“We’re having a fucking party, tonight.” He was grinning like a goof ball into the phone.

It was as if Lars could actually feel Kirk’s unique, crooked teeth scraping against him through the speaker. He repeated in questioning, “Tonight?” Kirk could make out the rumble of Motorhead sounding from his stereo in the background.

“Fucking tonight,” was repeated right back with much confidence. “Just the four of us.”

“That doesn’t sound like much of a party.” Lars complained. “That sounds like a fucking business meeting.”

“You two got anything better to do?”

There was silence for only a moment. Kirk could hear Lars inhale on the other line, but he cut him off before the words could even leave his lips.

“The four of us. A slumber party. A boy’s night in. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it.” Kirk spewed with way too much enthusiasm. “Junk food. Booze. Weed. What else?”

“What else ?” Lars repeated.

A fun-filled time, that’s what!

Kirk let loose boyish laughter. “Just have to wait and see!”

“What are you, gay?” Lars cackled. “Gay? High? Delusional? Which one is it?”

“I’m serious, man. It’ll be fun.” Kirk brought a more down to Earth tone to the phone call. “Come on. We all worked fucking hard on this tour.” He kicked back in his chair, propping his legs up. “Don’t you think we deserve a night to just goof off and have some good wholesome fun?”

Good wholesome fun, you say?

Lars wondered what exactly was so wholesome about sitting around and getting fucked up, obliterating their digestive systems with junk food. But he wasn't stupid. He knew Kirk was definitely gonna have something unexpected up his sleeve.

His heart skipped beats with every passing second of awkward silence. His fingers were intertwined with the curl of his phone cord. “It’ll be like we’re boys again.” His tone went flat, with a hint of melancholy his dear brother and band mate could make out almost perfectly. 

Kirk was stressed.

"The age of innocence is history, Lars. Everything's changing.”

Ah . So he was feeling nostalgic. Probably anxious about the future, as well. That explained a lot.

"Is that really a bad thing?"

There was a minor pause. "No."

Kirk swallowed back his ever growing anxiety, when all he wanted to do was scream that he was scared. Scared of what the future had in store. This was only the beginning for Metallica.

Still, Lars was puzzled at this conversation. All four of them were still relatively young men. They had plenty of time to fuck around in their lifetimes. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kirk was experiencing some sort of identity crisis.

A quarter-life-crisis? Is that even a thing?

Lars finally spoke. “Alright then. Just be sure to bring lots of booze.”

Kirk instantly grinned again.

That and more, my friend. That and more.

Jackpot.

It was just barely five in the evening as Kirk pulled up to the house.

The good 'ol "Metallica Mansion" , they deemed it. This was where they loved to jam; to hang out and cause mischief all-around. 

That's where the magic was made. Four young men with enough energy to light up a whole city street, and a house full of booze and instruments; It was every thrasher’s dream. There was no telling what could happen.

Kirk couldn't help but carry a smile, exiting his car. It was a chilly evening. The perfect weather condition for the surprises he brought with.

"It's open!" He could hear Lars' distinct accent ring in response to his knocking.

He entered their front room with a smile, setting his various plastic bags down on the old beat up sofa cushion. Lars immediately crept over to his side, snooping through the contents.

"Alcohol," was all he muttered, sifting through snacks, candy and comic books; All irrelevant to him. If they were gonna have a night in together, then he wanted shots, for damn sure.

"Here." Kirk emptied the contents of one bag, loaded with alcohol galore. Smirnoff, Jack Daniel's, Jägermeister.

"Oh fuck yes!" Lars pulled out all three of the bottles, hugging them to his chest as if they were a dear child. Two six packs of Coors beer were dug out of another bag. As if they already didn't have enough of that in the house.

Into the room sauntered James, looking a mix of dazed and confused. It was obvious he was still adjusting back to the normal Californian time zone. Being in Europe for so long can really mess with one's internal clockwork.

Kirk was one of the lucky ones. Fortunate enough to surpass jet lag with little effort.

That happy-go-lucky, wah-pedal-pressing asshole.

"How you feeling?" He offered a thoughtful smile to the frontman.

James shrugged. A loose grunt rising from his throat. "Tired."

"You mean drunk?" Lars, laughed and motioned to the usual can of beer held in his hand. That cheeky bastard. 

"Yeah. Basically." Normally James would just tell him to fuck off, but he was just too lazy to deal with an arguement, right now.

There was a sigh. 

"What the hell is that ?" Lars' voice was animated with inquisitiveness, picking through what Kirk brought as a surprise. He rubbed his fingers against multicolored fleece-like fabric. "A blanket?"

Hell yeah! Were they gonna make blanket forts, or something? That would actually be epic.

"Oh, I'm glad you asked!" A grin spread against Kirk's face. A certain special grin that only made its way to his facial features when things were about to get-

interesting.

Shit. James and Lars both knew that look. 

They watched as Kirk pulled out four costumes. These crazy animal one-piece outfits that looked like they were actually meant for kindergarteners. Preschoolers, even.

Double shit.

They exchanged a certain look; A concoction of bewilderment and generalized weariness. Both men were wondering if Kirk had actually lost his fucking mind. The day finally came. 

That's it. The LSD finally scrambled his brain to a milkshake consistency. And now, they would have to scour the streets for a new guitarist with a sound mind.

No sane man of twenty-two years would come up with an idea so immature. They just knew they were in for a night of tomfoolery with these laughable outfits.

"You're the dinosaur." He handed the outfits off to their designated recipient. "And you're the lion, James."

Kirk was obviously overjoyed with his purchase of these pajamas. They could just see it plastered across his dumbass face.

"First of all- what the fuck were you thinking?" The frontman's words were laced with confusion. He held the lion-themed onesie out with some hesitation. His eyes scanned the outfit head to toe.

"Were you even thinking?"

Lars asked this in the middle of undressing himself down to his underwear. He was actually willing to put this thing on. It seemed warm enough, and comfortable to lounge around in. Better than a ratty old tee shirt and those ridiculous tennis shorts.

December evenings in the bay area could go one of two ways; unusually cold or unusually warm. There was no in-between.

This whole day had been leaning more toward "too fuckin cold for comfort" - in Lars' words. He took any extra warmth he could get.

"It's not that serious," Kirk admitted. "I bought them as a joke, at first. But then I figured it would be- I don't know- fun to wear them for a night in, I guess." He looked slightly nervous that James was angry. It was clear that Lars wasn't.

But surprisingly, on the contrary. A grin soon spread across James' features. 

This was going to be a fascinating evening.

Lars was chortling the entire time James slipped into the massive one-piece. He looked himself over, partially in a self-conscious way.

Lars sneered. "You look like the cowardly lion."

"Yeah? Well you look like a green rectangle." The frontman pulled over the lion face hood, speaking as if it were a competition between the two.

Actually, that idea wasn't half bad.

Who wore the onesie better? Winner gets free beer!

"Don't make me whoop your ass with my tail! It's tiny, but mighty!" The dane whipped the plush tail from his outfit against James' leg. In turn, James did the same to him with the lion tail hanging from his back end.

Amazing. Not even ten minutes of wearing the pajamas, and they were already acting like hyperactive children.

Lars stopped mid-thump, turning to look at his behind. “Hey wait, where the fuck is the butt-flap? There’s no fuckin butt-flap!" 

Right. Leave it to Lars to feel cheated over a loose square of removable fabric. That man always had something to complain about.

Kirk laughed. "A kigurumi doesn't have a butt-flap, doofus."

"A what?" James raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"A kigurumi. That's technically what it's called." Kirk's words were informal. He finally took a seat on the couch, lazily crossing his legs.

"I thought it was a onesie"

He shrugged. "Same thing, basically"

Potato, potato.

"You mean to tell me I gotta take the whole damn thing off if I gotta shit?" Lars sounded like a spoiled pre-teen. It was even funnier with the accent. His accent always seemed to thicken with any little irritation.

James grinned from ear to ear. “Want me to carve one for you, Ulrich?" He motioned to grab a random pocket knife from the cluttered end table.

“Hey, I paid good money for these! Don’t ruin them!” Kirk ripped the knife away from the front man. That didn't stop James from tittering with hilarity.

"Sure are testy over these gay lil outfits." 

Lars was snooping through the other two outfits. "A unicorn? Is that supposed to be yours?"

Really, it was fitting.

Kirk's features darkened for a split moment. He clicked his tongue in a chuckle. "Actually, I'm the bat"

Oh. Oh no.

That meant-

James let out a holler of boisterous laughter. This was too good to be true. “Oh shit, Cliff is gonna be piiiiissssed .” Those words sounded dead serious, but the look on his face, along with his tone of voice, they roughly translated to: "Get me a fucking camera when Cliff puts this thing on."

Indeed, he was gonna want to remember that moment for a lifetime.

Kirk was admittedly excited about that, as well. While he was close with all three of his fellow bandmates, he'd always felt a little extra closer to Cliff. They enjoyed a lot of the same things and they got along really well, right from the start. They were like two peas in a pod, so to speak.

"Hey where is Cliff, anyway?"

What a dumb question. Everyone knew Cliff was a homebody.  

James responded. "Home. He's been sleeping so much since we got back. Jet lag got him bad."

"Well maybe this'll make him feel better.” Kirk knew he might've been walking on eggshells when he decided to call.

As the phone rang, James whistled with awe. "Man, you've got balls ."

You wake Cliff up, you're gonna have a bad time.

The other line finally picked up; An annoyed and groggy-sounding Cliff answered on the opposite end.

"Hey, man. How're you feeling?" Kirk played it cool, gripping the phone with nervousness. His knuckles were damn-near turning white.

A stony chuckle of sarcasm sounded. " Gee , I don't know. I'm trying to take a nap, and I've got assholes like you callin me left and right." He breathed out, "How you think I feel?"

Ah, Cliff. Good 'ol Cliff.

"Right, right. I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry." Kirk repeated his words.

Cliff's voice softened. "It's fine. What's up?" Truthfully, he should have woken up hours ago. He still wasn’t fully unpacked.

"We're having a little-" Kirk paused for a moment.

What the hell did he wanna call this, anyway?

"Shindig." No. Absolutely not. Lars and James were both squawking with laughter behind him, repeating such an uncanny word. "Shindig." It just didn’t sound natural coming from Kirk’s mouth.

"Sleepover, boys night in, kinda thing."

James yelled loud enough for the man to hear. "Yeah, he's got a surprise for ya, Cliff!" 

“Boy does he!” Lars peppered in. Of course he did .

Cliff just knew he was shooting himself in the foot by agreeing. A small groan was made out through the phone. "I'm guessing you want me over?" His voice rang with apathy.

The redhead wasn’t exactly looking for a party. “Look, we’re finally finished touring, you guys know how homesick I was. I really just wanna relax. Take it easy.” 

Kirk was lying through his teeth. “That’s what we’re doing, man! Come on over and take a nap here, we don’t care!”

Oh right , like Cliff would much rather crash anywhere but the nice warm bed he’d been missing for months. Go figure.

After much hesitance, Cliff tiredly sighed into the phone. He’d probably never hear the end of this minor inconvenience, if he decided to skip. Especially from Lars. That hot-headed dane would often dig under his skin by running his mouth too much.

“Alright, fine.”

He just hoped he wasn’t gonna regret this. Boy, was he gonna be surprised.

Kirk grinned from ear to ear like a mad man. “Cool, we’ll see you in a bit!” He rolled his eyes at the sight of Lars. He opened a foil bag of chips so forcefully, it sent some flying to the floor. “Nice going, asshole.” James grumbled.

It was no wonder their house could be such a pigsty. Lars yelled from nearby. “Bring weed!” His mouth was already cram packed with potato chips.

“And lots of it! We’re gonna need it!” James followed his remark with beer-induced belch. Oh, funny coming from him. He didn’t even like weed.

Cliff heard this and said not another word. He set the phone back on the hook with a shake of his head. 

The redhead rattled through dressing himself in his usual outfit: bell bottoms, a tee shirt, a denim jacket that was definitely not weather-appropriate. He shuffled through his belongings, making sure to grab aforementioned marijuana and rolling papers. And of course, his Marlboros.

He couldn’t go without those.

Managing to drag his way out to his old Volkswagen, where he sat in the driver’s seat, just contemplating. A wide yawn fell from his lips, while rubbing his still tired eyes.

Cliff really was exhausted. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so tired in his whole twenty-two years of living. As much as he enjoyed touring with Metallica, he always dreaded the aftermath of it all. But there was no denying- he loved the feeling of coming back home to his closest friends and family.

“What the fuck am I doing?”

He sighed and put the key to ignition. Stalled. He tried again.

Fucking stalled.

Cliff cursed a short “ fuck ” while beating his fist against the broken steering wheel. It’s not like he was surprised. Everyone had been telling him to dump this car and get a new one. But he insisted there was still life left in the ‘ol Grasshopper. He loved this car too much to part ways with it.

Cliff was wondering in the depths of his mind: What was this “surprise” James was blabbering about over the phone? Guess he would have to get his ass over to the mansion and find out.

That is, if he could just get his damn car to start.

The familiar slamming of a car door was sounded outside the house, indicating Cliff had finally arrived just after six. Kirk was all winded up like a kid in a candy store. “He’s here! He’s here!” He eagerly repeated himself, bouncing out of his seat. This was truly unusual.

Just let him have his moment.

Lars’ fabric spiked hood kept falling into his face, from practically drowning in the huge pajamas. He pushed the hood from his face, looking perplexed. “Wait, should we hide?” 

James had his feet propped up against the sofa, showing off his poorly socks. They were chock-full of holes from wear, and frankly, could have used a good cleaning like, months ago. “We’re not having a surprise party, fuckin dimwit.”

Of course, this remark only made Lars throw an M&M at him.

Kirk gleefully answered the door when the redhead knocked.

"Right, so what's the big ide-" 

Cliff stopped mid-sentence when he saw what Kirk was wearing. His brow furrowed with total confusion raiding his brain. The shorter man before him held his arms out to his sides, showing off the big red bat wings sewn into his onesie; A doofus smile plastered across his face.

All he could ask was, “What do ya think?”

Cliff had to take a moment to process just what the hell he was wearing. He looked over to where James and Lars sat, cheesing like little kids who knew the great secret to life. A strand of his hair puffed out just barely with a breathy chuckle.

“You have gotta be kidding”

There was hesitation in his voice. He didn’t know whether to laugh at them, or be scared. He made eye contact with James for some kind of explanation. This was some shit he would pull, no doubt. 

The frontman may be shy and quiet when he was sober, but the moment alcohol made contact with his system, he was a complete goofball. Nobody could take him seriously. Cliff would bet money it was him.

"Don't look at me! It was his idea." James nodded over to Kirk. “Oh, but wait! There’s more!” “You don’t wanna miss this.” Lars was covering his mouth. His nostrils were flaring as he held all the laughter inside.

Kirk unveiled the pastel unicorn onesie, bought just for him. “Voilà!”

It was time to be scared.

“Oh. Oh no, no, no, no.” How many “no’s” were too many? Nah, fuck it. More importantly on Cliff’s mind: How many “no’s” would it take to verbally slap some sense into Kirk?

James wasn’t being helpful. “I fuckin told you he wouldn’t like it, man.” He threw up his hand and smacked it back down to his thigh, trying to get his point across.

There was no way Cliff was going to join in on their weird little kiddy clothes nonsense. Especially not as the unicorn. What the hell was this, anyway? A cult meeting of the freak animals? He almost felt insulted that he had to be the unicorn.

Almost.

Couldn’t he be something mythical that was cool? Like Cthulhu? A fire-breathing dragon, perhaps?

“I’m not fuckin wearing that”

“Oh.” Kirk looked rather disappointed by Cliff’s less than impressed response. He was really hoping for an old-school “pajama party” “Are you sure?”

What the fuck do you mean “are you sure?”?!

James snorted. “Oh please! C’mon and be a unicorn, pussy!”

He was trying to make things difficult, and Cliff wasn’t having that shit. He was already peeved that they talked him into coming over, in the first place. “How about I punch you in the jaw?” The frontman was trying to sound serious in such a funny situation. “Oh yeah? You’re gonna punch a lion? Go ahead, I fuckin dare you. Lions eat people.” 

Lars exclaimed an “ooh” like he was watching a trainwreck on a daytime talk show. “Cat and horse fight!” 

Cliff rolled his eyes so hard, he was sure they’d get lost in the back of his skull. “Dumbass”

“Guys, stop it. Shut the fuck up.” Kirk sounded defeated. This all wasn’t going the way he hoped.

The redhead clenched his jaw. He was trying to keep his cool, when all he wanted to do was lecture Kirk and ask, "You woke me up for this stupid shit?" He had half a mind to leave; Go back to his house, drag his ass back to his mattress, and sleep like a bear.

But he also had half a mind to listen to what Kirk had to say.

Oh Kirk. Wild, kind, eccentric- Kirk Hammett .

“Listen, if Cliff doesn’t wanna wear the pajamas, he doesn’t have to. I won’t be offended.” Kirk’s face held the indistinct look of hurt, despite his statement. 

“I just wanted to do something silly.” He sat down in the armchair, “Something out of the ordinary.” Each word he spoke was prominent in a way to make the others understand. 

Sure, maybe they didn’t understand right now-

but they would. In time, they would.

Cliff relaxed himself and sighed through his nose. Well fuck.

By some miraculous gift from the Gods- or just pure dumb luck- Cliff did not end up leaving. In fact, as seven P.M. started rolling in, all four men found themselves passing a freshly made joint amongst each other. 

Yes. All four of them. A dinosaur, a lion, a bat, and-

A very grumpy unicorn.

They didn’t pass it to James, of course. They all knew he didn’t enjoy smoking; He was much more interested in their vast spread of alcoholic beverages, as per usual. Diamond Head echoed from the cassette player across the room.

The ambience wasn’t nearly as tense as it was, twenty some-odd minutes earlier. It was a lot more laid back. Cliff figured the weed was to blame for that.

Being truly honest with himself, he kinda felt like a complete jackass.

“I don’t know how the fuck you talked me into this. We look ridiculous.” Cliff shook his head with his words. His feet rubbed over each other, as if in self-consciousness. This made his socks appear to flop around his ankles.

They were black, and printed with generic white skulls and crossbones. Typically, an unusual style for Cliff, but just the perfect one for Kirk. He was the horror-obsessed nerd everyone wished they knew during the Halloween season. That man was always searching for something visually appealing and spooky.

Hair fell into his face while peering over. “Nice socks.” His eyes were wide with interest. “Thanks.” Cliff really didn’t have the heart to admit that all his usual socks needed washing. He had yet to do any laundry, since his return home. These were just last-choice, bottom of the barrel socks he threw on that he didn’t even know he had.

Kirk responded to Cliff’s previous statement of annoyance. “Well either way, I appreciate the participation. You didn’t have to.” A thankful grin stretched across his jaw.

Yeah, yeah. Sure he didn’t.

The redhead wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained from doing so. “Just pass the joint.”

He leaned forward, reaching for Lars to pass it in his direction. The way he removed himself from his place on the sofa made the drop-crotch of his pajamas puff out. Of course this made James titter with amusement. “Hey Cliff, your diaper’s full.”

“Fuck off.” Cliff pulled the joint to his lips and took a long inhale. The very end of the tightly rolled blunt flared with ash and smoke. On condition that he was gonna have to deal with being dressed up like a unicorn for the night, he might as well deal with it while as stoned as he could possibly be.

If anyone knew how to be high, it was definitely Cliff.

The frontman threw his head back with an eye roll at Cliff’s barking. "Laaaaaame."

"Yeah I mean, I know these are pajamas, but I kinda feel like I'm wearing a weird dress. Why's the crotch so low?" Lars was tugging the green fabric between his fingers.

"Who cares? They're comfortable." Cliff finally admitted.

Oh, look who’s talking! Mr. “I don’t wanna be a unicorn” Burton.

“Aha. Oh really?” James was really grinning ear to ear now. Cliff was about to tell him to shut up, when Kirk gave his own sunny response.

"And cute!"

There was a pause. All three men seemed to stare at him with pure skepticism.

"Uhh, sure" Smoke fell from the redhead’s lips before finally passing the joint to Kirk, who relaxed beside him. He almost didn’t want to, seeing as to how deranged Kirk was acting. Maybe he needed a straight jacket more than illicit substances.

Laughter rattled around in Cliff’s head, over that one.

Lars gave his typical smug smile. “I think we look fuckin cool!”

Time to see how the night plays out.

While eight o’clock soon crept up on them, all four men were quickly starting to realize that attempting to have a “fun-filled time” was proving to be futile. They were worn-out, tired, drunk and stoned. Everything seemed to be far too underwhelming. Some party this was.

Lars’ chin rested against his hand, in boredom. He was more than willing to complain about the situation, while the others suppressed their vexation. It was all about getting a rise out of someone.

"See, I told you this wasn't much of a party, man."

Even chick’s had better slumber parties than this! But Lars, James, Kirk, and Cliff were all in agreement; They would not be having any pillow fights, or make-out sessions with one another. The four were lazily taking turns playing an exceptionally half-assed “game” of beer pong. If one could even call it that.

It looked more like they were taking turns throwing a crumpled ball of aluminium foil into Dixie cups simply for the fuck of it.

"Shut up and take another shot" Cliff set the bottle of Smirnoff down in front of him.

Well, can’t go wrong with more alcohol.

In reality, they weren’t sure whether to be completely pissed off at Kirk or not. It’s not like he forced them into this predicament- or did he? Maybe he sweet-talked just a little more than he should have, in order to sell the idea of having fun. Too much excitement was probably the last thing they needed, in actuality.

Truth be told, the band was pooped beyond belief.

Kirk was rooting around in the side table’s drawer of clutter. Why not alleviate any excess hostility with a nice card game? “Uno or Poker?” James finally sat up in his chair, with interest, after laying across it like a deflated balloon animal for so long. “Uno. I ain’t playing Poker with Cliff. He took all my money last time!”

Cliff looked over to the frontman, carrying a suggestive smirk. The bold expression on his face read with confidence, “and I’ll fucking do it again.”

"Dawn of the Dead?" His gaze shifted to the television set while Kirk started to shuffle game cards.

James responded with a shake of his head. "Tape player's still busted."

Oh yeah, that’s right. One of the last ragers they threw here in the good ‘ol Tallica Mansion, some drunken asshole decided it was a brilliant idea to take a leak inside the VCR. The tape player wasn’t in the greatest shape, to begin with- but the pungent yellow piss seeping out if it the next day was just the icing on the fucking cake. Cliff still didn’t understand what would compel a person to do such a thing.

Whether the unknown VCR-pisser did it as a joke, or something else, the band would never know. Either way, they did know this: It was a dick move.

“Still?” Cliff spoke under his breath. But it didn’t matter. They’d been gone for so many months anyway, getting a taste of fortune inside the motels that were lucky enough to have gold-package cable television.

He cracked open a cold bottle of Coors, sending the metal cap right into Kirk’s lap. “So you got money for stupid one-piece costumes, but none to pitch in for a new VCR?” He set his annoyance aside, revealing a playful smile.

Kirk laughed. “Oh fuck off, you know you like it.” 

”Like” was a daring choice of word. The onesie sure was warm, that’s for sure. Cliff truly hated being too cold. While taking the extra warmth into account, he really did appreciate it. So I guess that did mean he liked it, and Kirk was correct.

Touché. That bat pajama bitch.

James made his displeasure heard while rearranging the two TV antennas for a better signal. “Come on, you ball-licker!” At this rate, they may as well be watching static for the rest of the night.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Lars erupted from his seat. His eyes were wide with energy. “You know what? I think I have an idea.”

Oh goody. Just what they needed, more ideas.

By eight-thirty, they were all sitting on the floor playing Uno, barricaded by a poorly-made blanket fort. Lars was sure he emptied all the beds and closets of any excess blankets he could find. That seemed to do the trick. The atmosphere instantly became cozier by comparison, thanks to the plush pillows and throws surrounding them. 

This was actually starting to become a more pleasant experience for the four. Especially Cliff.

He remembered making forts like this as a kid, getting lost in the books he loved. Back then, he didn’t give a shit about what the other kids were doing. He preferred to hide away in his own little cave of quilts and do his own thing.

Those were the days.

“Hey, how’d this pillowcase get a burn hole?” Kirk inquired once his turn was over. He ran his fingers over the fibers that frayed and hardened from the contact of flame. It was almost a perfectly rounded hole in the fabric. Let’s see, what did it remind him of?

He looked over to the redhead laying out a classic draw two card for Lars. “Draw two, pussy.” There was a cigarette gripped firmly between his lips. Smoke puffed from his nostrils while pulling it between his fingers. Kirk immediately remembered as he watched Cliff pat the ashes into a chipped ashtray.

Oh. Right.

Don’t fall asleep with cigarettes.

Kirk’s question went unnoticed, of course. He shrugged it off and sifted through his cards while the next turn landed on James. 

He laid out a reverse card with a grin of triumph. That left a single card in his hand. “Fucking uno! I’m about to win again, motherfuckers!” Oh, but see- that’s where James was wrong. Kirk had a few good cards up his sleeve. Gameplay went back around the opposite direction, meaning James was greeted with the dreaded card of draw four. “Like hell you are!”

Lars sneered at the frontman’s misfortune, behind his massive collection of cards. “Ha-ha, you lose.” It was a funny comment to make, considering he was on the losing end more than anybody else. He must’ve had twenty cards in his hands. Uno just wasn’t his game.

James groaned, but kept a straight face. “Okay, well you know what I think?” 

He shifted himself to blow gas right in Kirk’s direction. “Take that!”

Boys will be boys. 

One would think Kirk would be grossed out, but he’d been cramped into a tour bus with this buck wild blond for nearly a year’s time. Farting was nothing to him. All he could do was bust a lung and howl with laughter like a savage hyena.

Even Cliff laughed alongside him. “That’s real mature.” James bounced back after pulling his cards. “Says the guy dressed up as a unicorn.” 

Cliff should’ve shoved his onesie’s gold stuffed horn up James’ ass when he had the chance. Metal up your ass? Fuck that. Unicorn horn so far up your ass, you spew rainbows .

“Settle down, fart boy.” 

Being able to mimic the sound of a trumpet with one’s ass could be quite impressive. Perhaps James deserved a trophy-

or maybe an antacid.

Cliff finally stamped out his cigarette. “Come on, there has to be something to watch on TV.” There was no way they could sit there watching the TV Guide channel’s endless loop all night. There had to be another channel where they could get a clear picture.

Kirk took it upon himself to go about adjusting the antennas, once again, while surfing through the limited channels. The frontman took Kirk’s absence as an opportunity to peek through his stack of cards.

Cliff smacked his hand away. “Stop cheating, dick.” 

Kirk was about to give up, until-

“There we go!” He gave the old box television a few forceful knocks down on the top with his knuckles. The picture was miraculously clear as a man and woman were passionately making out on the screen. Lars muttered another “ooh” at the spicy lovemaking scene before him.

“Someone get the popcorn!”

“Hey, are they speaking Spanish?” James tilted his head in puzzlement.

Uh-oh.

9:15 P.M.

Metallica has officially been introduced to telenovelas.

The four friends were now reclining in a partially collapsed blanket fort, with all eight eyes glued to the screen. Due to the lack of subtitles, none of them were fully aware of what the hell was going on. But there was definitely a love triangle involved- a very disarray one.

Oh brother, was it cheesy.

Cliff had made the decision to start rolling up another joint, while watching. “I’m confused. What’s going on?” He ran his tongue along the edge of the rolling paper.

James shrugged and leaned back against a mountain of pillows. “Beats me.” He interlocked his fingers behind his head.

“Hey quit hogging the pillows, asshole!” Lars complained with a mouth full of Red Vines.

The frontman whipped a throw pillow at the dane, knocking the licorice right out of his hand. “Stop hogging all the snacks, fatass.”

Kirk wrapped one of the many fallen blankets around him, as he cozied up in the place beside Cliff. He ignored the two’s bickering and went on to explain to Cliff what was happening. At least, it was what he thought was happening. “That dude with the hideous goatee doesn’t realize he’s fucking his wife’s twin sister.” 

How conniving.

He brought a Red Vine of his own up to his mouth, with eyes still fixated on the soap opera. Watching non-English television programs was probably more interesting than watching the English speaking ones. They both carried the same cliché plotlines, but the Spanish programs were somehow more appealing.

Once the joint was ready, the redhead did not hesitate bringing his lighter to the end, with a snap of ignition. He gave a short hum full of indifference. Smoke once again wafted from his lips and nostrils in a fluid motion. This was some good shit.

“What a dumbass.”

10:05 P.M.

“I think I missed something.”

Cliff didn’t know if he was just too stoned to follow along, or not. James was equally just as confused.

“Yeah, how the fuck did she end up in the hospital?!”

“Her sister tried to poison her in the last episode” Kirk shushed their questions. As if their silence would somehow aid in his own understanding, despite the language barrier.

Cliff narrowed his reddened eyes, as if he personally knew that despicable woman. “That bitch.”

It seems the drama had reached a boiling point. The band appeared to leap up from their seats in total interest. Playing out before them was a heated argument between mother and daughter. Of course at the bedside of the comatose twin- of fucking course.

“Fuck! Her mom just slapped the shit outta her!” Lars stated the obvious. They watched as a fight broke out on the screen, between mother and evil twin daughter. “She’s calling her a puta!” Kirk added. Finally, the action they’ve all been waiting for!

Puta, you say? Cliff was right. What an evil bitch .

James’ grinning grew wider with every angry slap the mother character gave. "Damn she's fucking her up!" 

Cliff nodded in agreement. “She had it coming.” It was good to see someone so wicked get what they deserved. That’s karma at its finest.

“She’s ripping out her hair.” Lars and Kirk were both giggling like school boys, at this point. “She needed a new hair-do anyway.” 

The fight abruptly ended, thanks to an unwanted commercial break. Disappointed groans hollered from Lars and James, alike. But all four men were thinking the same thing: Fuck commercials. The breaks always had to happen at the worst possible time.

Kirk picked up the stack of cards from earlier, running his thumb up the edge. This motion created a familiar shuffling noise. “Wanna play another round of Uno?”

None of the other three seemed very interested. The redhead’s features wrinkled with an iffy facial expression. “A third?” Everyone knew he'd rather play poker. In fact- that gave him an even better idea. “You guys wanna make a bet?” His lips curled into a smile full of mischief.

James threw his head back dramatically again. As if he really had any money. But more often than not, he couldn’t pass up a good bet. “Fine. What ‘cha got?”

“I’ll bet you ten bucks there’s gonna be a murder, at some point.”

A murder? Gimme a break! This was a love drama!

Lars threw his dinosaur hood back. “I’m all in!” He put on his best look of ambition. That Danish rat.

“Sure, me too.” Kirk added.

The frontman raised his eyebrow at Cliff. “And if there’s not a murder?” He was determined to win this thing. The plot already put a woman in a coma, there was no way there could be a murder, on top of that!

Cliff thought briefly. “If not, you get the ten bucks. Plus I’ll buy us pizza.”

Thank god they lived near a pizzeria that had open hours until two in the morning. It was every late-night stoner’s paradise.

Suddenly, a pizza sounded especially delicious. “Deal.” James laid back with a sound of pure elation, throwing his hands behind his head again. He suddenly felt cocky. “I’ll take the meat lovers pizza, by the way.” 

Free money and food, here he comes.

Roughly twenty minutes later, James and the others would be proven wrong. A surprising new scene in the drama was focusing in on the aforementioned evil twin sister- now laying motionless at the bottom of a staircase, in a pool of blood. Karma finally got her good.

There had indeed been a murder plot twist. The pothead unicorn won fair and square.

Cliff slapped his thigh with triumph. “I called it! I fuckin called it!” He cheered. Meanwhile James was very unhappily probing around for his wallet.

“This is a stupid show, anyway.” He mumbled. He was always a downer after losing competitions.

“Oh, shut up and take the loss, puss.” Cliff gladly took the money that was given. James just flopped back down to the sofa, too tired to complain any further. Why not drown his miniscule sorrows with another drink?

That’ll do the trick!

Lars wandered back from the bathroom. “Wait, what the hell did I miss?” The dead body scene had since changed to something more joyous.

Kirk was cheesing with interest. He didn’t give a shit that he lost ten precious bucks; He was much more absorbed in the drama. “There’s been a mystery murder.” “Now we’re talkin!” Lars sat back down before it finally dawned on him. He lost the bet. “Oh. Wait .”

Cliff grinned. “Pay up, dickhead.”

Guess being a unicorn was lucky, after all.

11:18 P.M.

Light scatters of snowflakes began to fall outside.

The low sound of snoring could be heard behind Kirk and Cliff. The two continued to watch the drama unfold for the past hour, just assuming the other two were continuing to sulk from losing the bet. Kirk turned his head and smirked at the sight of their sleeping bodies propped against each other.

James was still gripping a half-empty can of beer. He was inevitably spilling against his thigh, in slumber. Lars’ mouth was wide open, spilling drool and crumbs from the corners. Gross . All they needed now was a camera.

“They fell asleep” Kirk tapped Cliff’s arm for attention.

They two looked at each other. The expressions they shared asked the age-old question.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Confidence coursed through Cliff while pulling another square to his lips. He lit up the end and cleared his throat. He exhaled. “Find me a magic marker” His smile was wide and broad.

That was so much better than a camera.

It was midnight.

One telenovela marathon, one bet, one family pack of Red Vines, two bags of chips, two joints, three cigarettes, four shots, four stupid outfits, and an ungodly amount of beer later. 

The marathon had since ended, leaving the two to figure out just what the hell else they could do. Kirk burrowed himself into the mass of blankets that were still piled around on the floor, with a comic. Cliff was counting through the money he made, along with what he already had in his wallet. Smooth jazz from the TV Guide channel was once again humming from the television speakers.

The night didn’t exactly pan out the way Kirk was hoping. But overall, he was just grateful to spend some time with his bandmates, and not have to worry about autographs and gigs, or having equipment stolen.

Oh, that was a nightmare.

His eyes scanned the cash in Cliff’s hands, remembering the promise of pizza. It still sounded good, even though that wasn’t part of Cliff’s winning end of the bet. It turns out that junk food doesn’t actually count as a meal.

“Wanna order a pizza?” The redhead paused, in thought. After two joints, he was virtually famished. He could go for a pizza. Hell, he could go for two . “Fuck it, sure” He pulled himself up to his feet to go to the phone.

“Wait, should we wake up the others?” Kirk’s bat hood flopped away from his bouncy curls.

The two looked over toward the sofa, where James and Lars were both slumped against each other. Each of their faces were scribbled foolishly with marker mustaches, profanities, and forehead penises.

They broke the golden rule of partying.

Everyone knows: You don’t fall asleep at parties. No matter how small.

Cliff smiled and shrugged. “More pizza for us.”

#Metallica fanfiction #comedy #silly #wholesome #costume pajamas #South Park inspired a few moments

[beezonia]

Some more stuff for the Frost family au!

Mainly character stuff with a bit of lore.

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Holly (Marie-Mistle) Davis - Scott’s Cousin

Holly and Scott don’t talk that much anymore but they still do keep in touch every now and again.

Their mothers were not on the best terms and that leads Holly to try bridge the gap between her and Scott whenever their together so they don’t end up like them.

She’s the younger one about 34/5 I think Scott’s like mid 40s idk

Also holly is pansexual

She’s a music teacher, and loves the kids to death and is always happy to help with any problems the teens may have

She’s selfless, really selfless and it means sometimes she forgets to take care of herself

Also a bit of a klutz

Holly is also a part time mechanic at her dads (Victor) garage, Victor taught her everything she knows about cars and machinery

A brunette always has hair hair in a short bob, hates her blue eyes because she had always wanted her mothers greyish ones

She’s about 5’6, Holly gets her height from her dad

Fun fact her parents are divorced but are on good terms with each other.

Victor remarried and Holly loves her stepmom Andrea

Toby Sinclair - Holly’s fiancé

He’s a literal golden retriever and is bisexual

So kind and charming, loves Shakespeare and is a huge theatre nerd

Can be serious when he needs to be but other then that he’s a huge goof

Can be a bit stupid sometimes (he was actually tempted to become a maths teacher)

He met Holly when he started to teach a the high school she was working at and they became fast friends and two years after started to date

6’4 blonde and has these beautiful brown eyes (holly does get extremely jealous over this)

Eldest sibling, his sisters Donna and Becky are chaos when they come visit him

Doesn’t know about Scott being Santa but does have his suspicions about it when they come to the Np

Thinks Scott is a bit awkward but they do get along quite well with each other

But Toby is happy if Holly is happy

He’s honestly just happy he gets to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful kind woman and meet her estranged cousin who happenstance be santa

Now for my elf babies

Celeste is the eldest at about 1500 years old, then Babs at 1435 the twins are both 1390 and are the youngest

Celeste is a mother hen she’s very stoic but does care about her little family and her big family of elves

5’7 and has really curly hair she’s a brunette but always has her red streaks in her hair she’s a lesbian

She bakes the best best cinnamon buns and the cookies are always delicious

Babs is always thinking of ways to improve things, although slightly impulsive and quick to jump to conclusions she means well

She’s one of the best makers, Santa said so himself at some point Babs can’t remember when it was

You can always find her with her trusty goggles and a spanner

She’s got short genes (5’3) and her hair is exactly the same it’s always messy and is like a mix between a deep purple and a dark blue

Babs is bisexual

The twins are chaos incarnate

If you lock eyes with one of them you’re their next target for pranks

Both blonde Connie’s hair is curly and Scrapps is maybe bald or just has thin hair (he had a Mohawk phase once and Bernard cried when he saw it)

Connie loves designing outfits for the little dolls

Whilst Scrapp is always tinkering with toys to get them to be more chaotic and fun

Connie is non binary and Scrapp is gay!

Their both about 5’5 and not a day goes by when they piss of babs for making short jokes

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Now for some story stuff

These four elves get assigned to watch over Jack, if they manage to make sure he stays on track and show that he has changed by Christmas their little group (Elf Protection Society) becomes an official Squad to help Christmas go smoothly.

They don’t expect Jack to fall in love with Santa’s cousin who they call mom every now and again. ALONG WITH HER FIANCÉ THEY KNEW NOTHING ABOUT.

Holly does frequently visit the np sometimes and has bonded with the elves that reside there so they call her mom every now and again

So now their spending more time with Jack, Holly and Toby the seven of them are now their own tiny family (or that’s what Babs says)

And the four elves are just watching the chaos that is Jack and Holly flirting with Toby (who’s getting more and more flustered with each pick up line)

Then they also have to make sure Jack doesn’t do anything to drastic with this new found love (and power) he has.

Whilst Scott watches the guy who nearly ruined his life flirt with the cousin he wants to protect and does not like it. Yes we are getting protective Scott in this because i said so

Jack spends more time with the four elves who are looking after him, forming a bond with them all

He realises that he has a family now and won’t admit it out loud but he likes it.

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Tags!! Let me know if you wanna be added!

@Imelodie

#the santa clause #the santa clauses #the santa clause au #the santa clause ocs #jack frost #bernard the elf #curtis the elf #carol calvin #scott calvin #frost family au

[isfjmel-phleg]

Mike and Psmith (originally serialized as The Lost Lambs) is technically a sequel.

It's the follow-up to a story serialized as Jackson Junior and better known nowadays as Mike at Wrykyn. And that story was connected to a sort-of series of full-length serials and short stories set at a school called Wrykyn College, loosely based on Wodehouse's alma mater.

These were all published in a magazine called The Captain, which was aimed at schoolboys (but seems to have also had a surprising amount of female readership), so the stories feature a lot of school sports (cricket, rugby, boxing) and general shenanigans. Plenty of familiar school story tropes, but what makes Wodehouse's school stories stand out is their unique voice and sense of humor and their realistic approach to characterization and situations. Unlike many school stories of their era, they are neither heavy-handedly moralistic nor sheer self-indulgent wish-fulfillment. The earlier stories do reflect a more conventional attitude toward expectations of conformity to schoolboy culture, but by the time of Mike and Psmith, Wodehouse treats the issue with more nuance. It is the last and greatest of his school stories before he transitioned toward writing for adults.

And while it does contextualize some things to have read the other school stories before Mike and Psmith, it is not necessary at all! It stands alone quite well. This was my first Wodehouse book, and other than the cricket chapters I wasn't hopelessly confused. But the earlier book, Mike at Wrykyn, does provide further background on Mike Jackson, our protagonist. He's a cricket prodigy from a family of five cricketing brothers (plus four sisters!) whose skill causes conflict between him and his next-eldest brother Bob regarding a place on the school cricket team. Mike also makes a friend, James Wyatt, who has a bizarre turn of phrase and a knack for creating havoc. We don't meet these supporting characters in M&P, but they are referred to sometimes.

But really the main things you need to know about Mike Jackson going into Mike and Psmith is that he has a history of a) passionate dedication to his sport, b) goofing off at school and getting terrible grades, and c) willingness to self-sacrifice for people he cares about. A lot of readers tend to dismiss him as boring, especially in comparison to Psmith's larger-than-life theatricality, but he's really a pretty realistically-written teenage boy, and Wodehouse treats him and his character arc with dignity.

...and then things don't go as planned for Mike, and then Psmith shows up, and everything changes.

Come to think of it, if you're reading Mike and Psmith first, without knowing Mike's full history, you're basically getting to meet and see him the way Psmith does, and that's actually a fitting perspective to have.

#Psmith Pseptember #Mike and Psmith

[blockgamepirate]

Limited Life spoilers (I just didn't really wanna tag this but I also don't wanna spoil people so cut it is)

Unfortunately my hunch about the Clockers being the first full team out of the series seems increasingly likely.

Sure the Bad Boys are technically gone but Grian is still alive and that was my whole argument: I said I thought Grian would probably outlast all the Clockers and so far that's exactly how it seems to be going.

In all likelihood (even though we don't know Bdubs' time for sure) they're the team with the least time left AND their spawn point is trapped as well, so the first one of them to die next time will probably die twice. If it's Scar or Bdubs that'll probably be the end of their series. If it's Cleo, that only means the team member with the most time will be as low as the other two and makes the full team even more likely to go down early.

(That's unless Martyn changes his mind and disables the trap but idk, he might be too much of an opportunist to do that. It's 30 minutes, whether it comes from an ally or an enemy, and he can probably also tell that the Clockers are on their way out so it's not like the alliance is gonna last long anyway.)

Also lbr it's Scar, Bdubs and Cleo. Sure they can sometimes survive surprisingly well when they try but are any of them actually even trying? They've all just been having fun roleplaying, goofing off and playing recklessly and based on previous seasons that's unlikely to change towards the end of the series.

It also doesn't help that Bdubs has mixed loyalties as well.

Now admittedly Cleo has about four hours and Impulse who has the highest time among TIES only has about three and a half, so there's a chance that Cleo will outlast him. But out of the two of them, who's more likely to lose a life first? The one who was the second to last yellow or the one who's only above the former now because they had a different player take over for them and get two kills last session? (No offence to Cleo but it's true, and Cleo would probably agree.) And if Cleo dies before Impulse, she's gonna have half an hour less than him. If she also dies first out of the Clockers, she's gonna have one and a half hours less than him.

That said anything could happen of course, all it takes is Impulse having some bad luck. Or maybe Cleo (or Scar or Bdubs) will actually manage to get a bunch of kills somehow, idk. Admittedly Scar has been very aggro and has been getting kills and might have gotten more if Scott hadn't stolen so many.

Alternatively Grian could mess up really badly and die multiple times very early on, finishing off the Bad Boys, but he has an hour and a half more time than Cleo and is much better at getting kills. He has also outlasted every member of the Clockers in every season except the one where his life was literally tied to Scar's. And he has a new team now as well so he isn't even alone despite being the last member of his team.

My point is, the Clockers are pretty much doomed in every way, and unless TIES has very bad luck, or unless one of the other teams has EXTREMELY bad luck, the family is probably gonna be the first full team out.

(The thing is, I really hope I'm wrong because I'm rooting for Cleo, but it doesn't look good, not good at all. Well, then again it was always a long shot.)

[sxnofvictory]

Hey! Hi! Howdy! Hello! I’m Azzy and I’m super glad to be bringing my baby boy Adam here! He can be a bit of a prick sometimes but he means well. 

excuse me did you see AVAN JOGIA hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was ADAM AHMED, the TWENTY-FOUR year old actor who plays DANIEL HOLDEN on WOLF PUBERTY. yeah, you know rumour has it he's - MOODY, and - IMPULSIVE, but his fans all say he’s + CREATIVE, and + EASY-GOING. around palmwood studios he known as THE ATONER. ( cismale, he/him)

STORY SO FAR

dam’s upbringing was pretty normal to be completely honest. His parents were divorced but it wasn’t too messy. He had friends, he did okay in school, he liked playing video games; all in all, just a normal guy.

Adam and his best friends had started a band back in middle school. At first it wasn’t anything serious. It was just a couple of friends goofing off and trying to look cool for the ladies.

Come senior year of high school, the mindset for the band had completely changed. They’d been ‘discovered’ and there was no going back from that. Just before his eighteenth birthday, the band released their first album and it took the music world by storm.

Being influenced by classic punk bands like the Ramones and The Clash, it seemed like a breath of fresh air in the music industry and very quickly they adapted to the rockstar life which meant a lot of drugs, a lot of sex and a lot of partying.

Unfortunately, as they got bigger, they started becoming more unruly. They were drunk or hungover 24/7, the parties didn’t stop and life on the road eventually became too much.

DRUG USE TW. DEATH TW. After releasing two albums, their lead singer passed away from a heroine overdose and the band fell apart. Adam got arrested for getting involved in a drunken bar fight and the scandals continued to follow the band until they called it quits.

Afterwards Adam kept a pretty low profile. He decided at one point that he wasn’t really suited for fame and tried to be a ‘normal person’ but eventually he found that he had gotten too used to celebrity life to really go back to go back to normal living

After a prolonged absence in the public eye, Adam came back- this time as an actor. He had a few small parts in a few network tv shows and he found that he quite liked it. He also discovered that he wasn’t awful at it either.

Music was always his first passion but at the moment, he finds acting to be a nice distraction. He doesn’t have much of an ambition to become a huge A list actor but he’s enjoying himself for now

He’s also working on his own solo music but he’s really insecure about sharing it with anyone. He also feels like he’s been away from making music for so long, he doesn’t really want to get back into it and fail.

All in all, he’s still trying to figure himself out and get passed his awful public perception

CONNECTIONS

His band - These are Adam’s best friends in the world. They grew up together, went to school together, played together, cried together. Other than his parents, they’re the most important people in the world to him. 

His dead band member’s girlfriend - basically, after the lead singer of his band passed away, Adam and his girlfriend leaned on each other to grieve- leading them to find physical comfort in each other. Adam feels awful about this. He feels like he betrayed one of his best friends by hooking up with their girl after they died - basically looking for some angsty goodness here

Celebrity FWB - someone Adam’s been connected to in the tabloids. They always deny having anything other than a platonic relationship but obviously there’s more there. They could genuinely just be friends who hook up or there could be unspoken feelings making things tense- honestly there’s room for a lot with either or both ideas

There’s probably more I’m forgetting but please plot with me and we can figure something dope out together!!

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