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Salad Days Chapter 2: You! Yes, you! Here’s a dime; run out and call the PMRC!

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x Reader)

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Bend your knees! (ooh la la!)

Move your head like this! (ooh la la!)

Pucker them lips! (ooh la la!)

Give that butt a kiss!

Kiss… my…

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

5:52 PM

Subject: HELP

dear girl from the bar,

can I run my email 2 mike by u real quick? we r pretty sure it kicks ass but want 2 make sure

thx

*~*~rOcK oN~*~*

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

6:17 PM

Subject: RE: HELP

Do you have a signature on your email? Also, is that seriously your email address?? A dot edu, no less?

Make a band email, and then we can talk.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:35 PM

Subject: HELLO

Esteemed Mike Morello,

Hello, we are a band. Maybe the best band to ever exist, someday. we want to play at your bar. we will do the best job EVER!! playing at your bar. Here are some places we've played, and impressed;

talent show

birthday party for a hot girl

As u can see, we are quite experienced in the music world, and we think you are ready for us. we are also a punk band. we listen to dead kennedy’s. I am wearing a dead kennedy’s t shirt right now.

if you think u r ready for the biggest crowd youve ever seen in your bar, email us back.

IF YOU DARE!!!!

-Löded Diper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:41 PM

Subject: RE: HELLO

What the fuck? No. Absolutely not. "Esteemed"?? Do not send that email. You guys sound like creeps. Delete it. Start over.

Do I have to write the damn thing for you?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:45PM

Subject: RE: RE: HELLO

will u??

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:47 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Are you fucking kidding me?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:59 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Hey this is Ben now,

We would like to negotiate and offer 20 dollars, an (exclusive) one of a kind band t shirt and 4 beers!! :-)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:01 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Jesus christ. Okay, do you have a myspace or anything? A demo mp3 you can send me? So I can effectively bullshit?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:07 PM

Subject: MP3

explodeddiper.mp3

http://www.myspace.com/lodeddiper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:15 PM

Subject: RE: MP3

Copy and paste this:

Hey Mike,

We're a new band in town, and would love the opportunity to play at The Strike. We've heard the history of the place, and have so much respect for its legacy in the scene, and your legacy as well. We want to help keep that legacy alive.

Are there any available upcoming opener spots? Our biggest influences are Dead Kennedys, Crime, and Black Flag. We're cool with any kind of bill, we can make anything work.

Thanks so much for your time!

-Löded Diper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:18 PM

Subject: RE: RE: MP3

how did u do that so fast?? thx u from everyone!!! we are going 2 send it

do u want our address for the beers?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:20 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: MP3

That's alright. Maybe I'll see you when you get a show. I think I kissed ass enough, that should get you something. Good luck, bigshots.

As much as you hadn't wanted to give in, you'd been there before. Clamoring for your moment in the sun, making shit up and brown nosing. That's just what you had to do to get the job done. Not to mention, they clearly couldn’t have come up with anything better on their own.

Besides, their demo wasn’t terrible.

Maybe you’d even call Mike and put in a good word. He trusts you. You're stable, at least by bar staff standards.

“Hey, Mike,”

“I am so glad you called. I just read the worst news article.” he sounds stressed. Oh, great.

“Oh?”

“Are you inside? You have to get inside.”

“What?” You figure there’s nothing to worry about, but you always try to be gentle with the guy. He’d done a lot of drugs back in the day, and he runs on constant paranoia.

“I just read that Dick Cheney,” his voice drops to a whisper, “is going to attack America if John Kerry wins,”

“Mike?”

“This is serious,”

“Mike,” you interrupt him, “what was the name of the newspaper?”

The line goes quiet.

“It’s an internet paper. The Onion.”

“Mike. The Onion is satire. It’s not real.”

“Satire, huh…”

“And that election happened last year. Kerry lost.”

Mike breathes a sigh of relief.

“Read me the page that said that,” you’re trying so hard to suppress a laugh.

“Best headlines of 2004,”

“Mike. It’s 2005.” The laugh breaks free, “It’s okay, I get it. Scary times.”

“Okay. Phew. Scary times, indeed. What can I do you for?”

You pause, trying to figure out what to say.

“There’s this new band, uh, this kid came in today. You’re gonna get an email from them in a minute here, and I think you should give them a shot. Their demo’s pretty good, and the one I met seemed like he had the spirit.”

“The spirit,” Mike sighs contentedly, “did I ever tell you how we used to take the bus from Oakland to get to the Mab? If you didn’t catch that last bus home, boy, the cops wouldn’t let you sleep in the station. They’d just…”

“...beat the shit out of you with their pig batons.” You say in unison.

“It’s a great story, Mike. But this band,” you flop back on your bed.

“Yes! Sorry.”

“I was thinking you could let them have the opener spot next Friday.”

“Your first headlining show!”

“Yeah! Thanks again for that. I want Löded Diper to open.”

“Loaded… hmm. What?”

“I know. It’s terrible,” you laugh, “But it wouldn't be the first time you took a chance on some kids with a terrible name.”

“Are you talking about you? When you were called-”

“Yes!” You interrupt, “And look at me now! You're a great guy, Mike, and you've done so much for me. So much for the scene. Could you do me this last favor? ‘Cause you're the best boss in the world? The last true punk?”

It was a thing he said from time to time, usually when you didn't omit the vodka from his vodka soda.

Mike sighs down the line.

“Kid, you always know how to get me. I'll put Diaper Fuckers on the bill.”

“Löded Diper.” You're cackling.

“Loaded what-ever!” Mike makes a gagging sound, “Just promise it won't be a shitshow.”

“I promise.”

You hang up the phone and smile. Mike really has been good to you, and you definitely wouldn't be where you are without him. That wasn't just brown nosing. He'd taken a chance on you when you were a crazy street rat, and now you technically work 3 or 4 jobs for him. He pays generously. You have no idea where the fuck all his money comes from, but you're not complaining.

You relax further into your bed, turning your head to gaze out the window. These guys better be good.

You may ask yourself, "what is that beautiful house?"

You may ask yourself, "where does that highway go to?"

And you may ask yourself, "am I right, am I wrong?"

And you may say to yourself, "my god, what have I done?"

Rodrick's head swims. One of the guys had scored some weed on a job hunt, and it's not mixing the best with his current mental state. The rest of the guys had long since fallen asleep, sprawled on piles of blankets and air mattresses. Light snoring fills the room.

He fights off thoughts of home, trying to clear his brain. Shake it like an etch-a-sketch and start over. What resurfaces is simply world's best bartender. He likes that. He'd like to buy you a mug with that printed on it someday, as a thank you. He knows writing isn't his strong suit, and you'd really saved his ass. He pictures your face, and though it looks pissed off, it makes him smile.

His eyelids grow heavy, his brain goes hazier, and he drifts into an initially peaceful sleep.

He dreams of Plainview.

"You failed?? You failed the easiest certificate course at community college? Did you do the work?"

"Fuck no, I didn't do the work! I didn't want any of this! I wanna move."

"With what money? Are you going to flip burgers for a living?"

"Maybe I will!"

"You're a failure."

"I fucking hate you!"

This diner fucking sucks. Stupid asshole boss yelling at him, stupid little nametag on his stupid little vest. Heather Hills sticking her leg out from a booth and fucking tripping him while he has a whole tray of drinks. Rich kids who don't even need to go to college- they just get to go take over "the family business"- cornering him out back and kicking his ass. Pizza face like he's fucking fourteen again from the kitchen grease. What's the point? What's the fucking point of any of this?

He's angry. He's so fucking angry all the time, and he just has to take it. He knows he should have put in more effort at school. He knows he should have planned for the future. He doesn't need to hear about it every second of every goddamn day. He doesn't want the same thing everyone at school had wanted for themselves. Is that so wrong?

But keep the peace for mom and your brothers. Scrape and save where you can.

Get beat up, get laughed at, get covered in garbage. Keep practicing with the band. Get GOOD. Really good. Get incredible. And work, and work, and cry, and drum, and write, and work some more, and maybe he'll get out of here sane.

How did I get here?

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heliads · 1 year

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write a minho x reader, something fluffy like they’re both runners and it’s bonfire night in the glade, or maybe even once they get to the safe haven. you’re crazy awesome at writing btw!! <3

thank you so much!! also i adore minho, thx for the request!

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“So, are you and Minho actually together, or do you guys just flirt all the time because you think it’s fun?”

The question, directed at you just a bare few minutes before dawn, is far too much to handle right now. You stare at Ben, your fellow Runner and apparently avid interrogator, with an expression that you can only sum up as confusion, bewilderment, and a fair amount of grief.

“What does that mean?”

Your returning question is kind of pointless, but it buys you time to fully react to whatever the hell Ben is talking about.

Ben shrugs, as if he hasn’t just threatened to upset your entire known universe. “You know, you and Minho are always saying those over-the-top teasing comments to each other. Does it mean you’re together or not?”

You look at him incredulously. “You think Minho and I are dating just because we make jokes? That’s absurd.”

Ben doesn’t appear to take this for a proper answer. “You don’t joke like that with anyone else.”

“Yeah,” you say, “because no one else would know how to take it. For instance, if you thought I was fully wed to Minho because we like to use bad pickup lines, I’m afraid to think about what would happen if I used them on you.”

Ben rolls his eyes. “That’s different, you don’t mean them with me or anyone else like you do with Minho. I’ve never seen two people try harder to make each other blush. To be honest, thinking that the two of you are dating isn’t the strangest assumption to make, and you know that.”

For some reason, you can’t entirely deny this. “Listen, Benny Boy, if you want me to flirt with you, just say it.”

Ben makes a face. “Not a chance. Please don’t do anything of the sort.”

You’re about to chastise him when Minho jogs up to the two of you.

“What’s going on?” He asks. “And Y/N, why do you look like you’re about to punch the lights out of Ben?”

You sigh dramatically. “He said that he didn’t want me to flirt with him. Can you believe that?”

Minho snorts. “He’d pass up such a fantastic opportunity? Shame. The highlight of my day is, of course, flirting with you.”

You laugh at that. “Exactly. I just can’t understand it.”

Minho’s eyes brighten as he remembers something. “Oh, by the way, we’re running partners today. Dan twisted his ankle so we had a change of schedule.”

You flash him a thumbs up. “Sounds good. I’ll see you at the Doors in a couple of minutes.”

Minho nods, jogging off to go talk to Frypan about getting some breakfast. You’re left with Ben, who’s staring between you and Minho as if he’s just seen a particularly thrilling episode of a TV show.

“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. No normal person talks like that.”

You roll your eyes at Ben’s words. “We’re very normal, Ben. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Ben scoffs. “He said that the highlight of his day was flirting with you. I mean, I don’t think the two of you could physically be any more obvious.”

You give Ben a look, then shrug. “Think what you want, but trust me. We’re just friends. Friends with stupid jokes, yes, but friends.”

Ben looks as if he dearly wants to contest this, but his own running partner, Hank, is calling him over to get going, so the conversation is thankfully ended. You wave goodbye to Ben and head over to the Doors, which are just starting to open. Minho, breakfast secured, meets you with a grin and the usual joking comment before you start running for the day.

As you go, though, you can’t help but wonder if Ben was right. You’ve always said these sorts of things with Minho, swapping terrible pickup lines back and forth like trading cards. They’ve never meant anything before, but then again, have they? You’ve said each flirtatious comment with a little more fervor as of late, but you’re fairly sure that it’s just you.

Besides, it’s not like you could really help it. When someone as honest-to-god beautiful as Minho winks at you and says something about how he’d gladly follow you around forever, just so he could remember what it’s like to see a goddess in the flesh, who wouldn’t feel something afterwards? Minho’s faking it, you’re not, but hell, isn’t it fun to pretend otherwise?

The aforementioned boy glances over at you now, as if he can tell whenever his name comes up in your thoughts. If this were actually the case, you think you’d be in a great deal of trouble, although it does certainly seem so now.

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866 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

harry potter request!

well, can you please do one with Theodore Nott where he's grumpy with everyone, but he seems to be very humorous around the reader? like teasing her or doing something to get her attention bc they are rival academics? i would appreciate it! tysm.

sorry if it sounds confusing.

ok i've never written for theo before so i hope this isn't extremely out of character lol but it was fun!

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You are on the verge of greatness. Merlin, it’s so hard to focus on essays these days, especially with the weekend just around the corner, but you think you might manage it now. The words are flowing smoothly from your pen, plucked out of your mind like a fresh fruit and laid to rest on your parchment. You especially need your focus now, because your counterargument is looming around the corner and you haven’t quite got it down yet. This essay is due soon, too, so you really, really need your concentration–

And it’s gone, snatched away by the boy sitting behind you. Of all the places to study in the Hogwarts library, you’re not sure why he had to choose the table right behind you. Your backs are practically touching. It’s awful, and you certainly can’t pay attention to your thesis right now.

Vexed, you drop your quill pen with a clatter to the table and turn around so you can face the aforementioned boy. “Theodore Nott, you do realize that I actually need to be studying, right?”

Theo, as charming as always, just flashes you a smile. He’s already looking at you, forearm draped casually over the back of his chair.

“Is that not what you were doing now? I suppose I’m confused as to why you’re suddenly addressing me.” He says.

You roll your eyes. “Because you haven’t been staring at me for the past half hour? I know you’re doing it, by the way. What could possibly be so entertaining about watching me scribble out an essay?”

Theo flashes you a bright grin, all sharp teeth and twinkling eyes. “Oh, nothing. It’s just funny that you think you’re going to get the top grade on that essay. We both know I’m far better at Transfiguration.”

You arch a dubious brow. “I’m sure you are. Didn’t I get an Outstanding on the last exam, though? As my memory serves me, you only got an Exceeds Expectations. That’s almost laughable.”

Theo doesn’t seem particularly fazed by this. Indeed, he only leans closer to you, gaze sparking as if you truly are his favorite form of amusement.

“Almost laughable? Y/N, my dear,” he says through lips tugged upwards, “I’m hurt. Truly.”

You laugh. “If I actually believed that, I would be out of my mind. Not unlike you thinking that my essay isn’t going to totally blow yours out of the water, by the way.”

Theo grins back at you. “I appreciate your confidence. It is terribly misguided, of course, but I’m glad you can keep your spirits up at a time like this.”

You give him a look. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Theo replies. “Absolutely. Positivity is important, but it will not save you from getting the second best score. That’s a proven fact.”

You strongly consider sticking your tongue out at him, but decide against it just in time. “Proven by whom? A certain Mr. Theodore Nott?”

He arches a brow. “No, although I’m sure he’s a very credible source. I’m talking about every class ever. I get it, you want to block that out of your mind, but the truth is the truth. I suppose I’m just too good.”

You open your mouth to argue with this, but you’re cut off by the ring of the bell signaling the end of study hall. You settle for a cross look, and start to gather up your supplies. Behind you, Theo pushes in his chair (as if he’s got any manners whatsoever, the git) and has the audacity to raise a casual hand in goodbye before he goes.

You watch him go with a purely irritated look, and find yourself surprised to notice that the corners of your mouth refuse to flatten out of a smile. It’s easy enough to distract yourself by pushing your quills and stacks of parchment into your bag, and once you head out of the library, you’ve almost forgotten the whole encounter. So you tell yourself, at least.

There’s somebody waiting for you just outside the library door, a dark-haired girl with her arms crossed viciously against her chest.

“You were supposed to meet up with me fifteen minutes before study hall ended, you know,” she complains, “I’d like to know what happened to stop that from happening.”

You just laugh. “Come on, Pansy, that wasn’t my fault. I was trapped by a very irritating Theo Nott.”

Pansy Parkinson may be the scourge of all Gryffindors and the occasional Ravenclaw who’s crossed the line, but to you, she’s one of your closest friends. You’ve long since learned to disregard her sharp tongue, as most of her barbs aren’t meant to wound.

Still, to any stranger walking by, Pansy appears to be just as nettled as ever. “Theo, huh? How could he possibly get in the way? The guy refuses to talk to anyone he deems below him, which is basically everyone.”

You raise a brow, glancing over at your friend in bemusement. “Seems familiar, doesn’t it?”

Pansy rolls her eyes. “Oh, stop with the attitude. I’m just telling the truth. Theo is constantly in a foul mood, and he never talks to anyone unless he can help it. Of course, I have noticed him talking to you, though. Today is just another example of that.”

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942 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

Okay so here come the Enola Holmes requests; hear me out, Tewksbury best friends to lovers where the reader makes things out of paper and tries to teach Tewksbury how to make paper flowers when he asks. He SUCKS at it, but he's head over heels for her and so he spends hours alone practicing and he makes her this cute bouquet out of newspaper and maybe it has like a little love confession note or something in it idk idk but my brain is in overdrive rn

YES this idea is literally the cutest thing ever to me, hope i did it justice!

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Tewkesbury doesn’t know that he’s lost until he sees her. It’s been too long since he’s been able to get away like this, trade off the drama of the House of Lords and every rule he’s expected to follow for the actual thrills of life. It may be his destiny to grow so deeply entrenched in politics that he stops seeing the difference between his working life and the rest of his waking one, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Needless to say, the second he was able to skive off another day spent around the members of Parliament, Tewkesbury did so with a flourish. He could think of nothing better than tracking down his best friend and spending the rest of the weekend annoying her without pause, but now that he’s actually here, he finds himself coming up short. It was supposed to be nothing out of the ordinary, these couple of days away, but yet when Tewkesbury stares at the girl who’s been like a sister all of these years, he suddenly wishes that connection would disappear in his head forever.

The problem is that the girl who looks up at him with a smile when she sees him looks different somehow, as if spending a mere month or two out of her company has been enough to completely rewrite Tewkesbury’s entire mental picture of her. Do her eyes always shine like that when she sees him, or is that new? Has he always wanted to smile like mad whenever they’re together, or is that the lingering affection of some new affliction Tewkesbury doesn’t think he could name if he tried?

It shakes him to the core, this sudden feeling. One moment, he’s rounding the corner to meet up with a friend, just that, and then he’s looking at this girl and all he can think about is that he never wants to leave her side again. Politics can go to hell without him. Tewkesbury only has an excuse to leave the government buildings for this weekend, but he wishes it could be forever.

He doesn’t have all of eternity to ponder this, though. Y/N L/N races up to him when their eyes meet, and then he’s standing before her, breathless and wondering how on earth he is supposed to go about as if nothing has changed when he’s pretty sure that every possible thing has.

Y/N, however, seems utterly devoid of the miraculous transformation currently wreaking havoc in between Tewkesbury’s ribs. “It’s wonderful to see you,” she beams, “I was beginning to think that you’d gone ahead and moved into the Palace of Westminster forever. I haven’t seen you in years.”

Tewkesbury finds it within himself to scoff at this blatant lie. “That’s absurd. I saw you not seven weeks ago.”

Y/N arches a disbelieving brow. “Yes, seven weeks ago. That’s a perfectly ordinary time to go without visiting your best friend even once, you traitor.”

Tewkesbury clasps a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. “Cruel. I have never once been a traitor to you.”

He doesn’t know that he could, now. He can’t imagine a world in which he is not following her around, either in endless loops around the London streets or in constant cycles of daydreams in which Tewkesbury is able to put an actual name to the emotions currently driving him mad.

Y/N grins. “I’m glad to hear it. I was worried for a second there, you know.”

“No you weren’t,” Tewkesbury laughs.

“Perhaps not,” Y/N says with an elaborate shrug, “but I like to keep you on your toes. It makes for a more dramatic weekend if we’re both slinging accusations left and right.”

“Not as fun, though,” he argues.

Y/N concedes this point through a solemn nod. “No, not as fun. I’ve never had to worry about fun with you, though.”

She looks up at him with a smile, and Tewkesbury thinks that his heart might explode out of his chest. He wants to say something, needs to say something, but all he can manage is–

“You know what would be fun? If you showed me how to make those paper crafts. I know you can do it, I’ve seen you make tons of stuff from paper before. It’s really cool, and I missed seeing you do it. I missed–”

He cuts off the hopeless flood of words before he can say something incriminating like that he missed her, but Tewkesbury gets the feeling that he’s already said too much. Also too little at the same time; Y/N promises him that they’ll get to make the paper shapes as requested, but he swears her face drops a little, like she could sense that there was something Tewkesbury was trying to say but just couldn’t manage. He wants to try again, but the words choke up his throat and he can’t get out a single syllable.

Instead, he contents himself with watching Y/N as they walk, how the sun dapples her skin with endless patterns of gold. He watches as they leave the streets as well, once they head for Y/N’s house down the block. Tewkesbury pushes the door open; it’s always been more of his home than any other corner or annex of his family place. This is where he feels at peace, and although he’s always thought that was just what came with finding a friend like Y/N, he’s starting to think that it could be more. That maybe they could be more.

It is a false hope, however, and one that will only serve to make him bleed, to rob the happiness from his chest whenever Tewkesbury looks over and sees Y/N. They are friends, compatriots, brethren in a war that all young children grown old must face at some point. Never have they been closer, and never has he wished that they could be closer still.

He’s caught staring as they head up the stairs, and he looks away hastily although the damage is done. Y/N laughs at the blush forming on his cheeks. Although Tewkesbury reacts by habit and shoves her with an outstretched, playful arm, he can’t seem to stop his hand from lingering there on her shoulder, fingers reaching as if to pluck some sort of love out of her through willpower alone.

He finds it not, though, and is forced to stay satisfied with smiling to himself and wondering if the rest of his life will be like this, just watching and hoping for a happy ending that may never come his way. Tewkesbury has always wanted something he could never have: a world outside of family rules, a universe that did not want him controlled, and now, worst of all, a love that should have stayed platonic. It is the cut that aches the most.

The moment is good, though. Y/N has always had this most peculiar skill when it comes to paper crafts, and Tewkesbury regards her now through lowered eyes. Her hands flit around the cut shapes, slicing off delicate corners and creasing folds until a simple note becomes a prancing pony, a soaring bird about to take flight around the room.

Tewkesbury shakes his head after she produces yet another paper marvel. “I don’t know how you do it,” he protests, “Show me, can’t you? Let’s make a flower or something.”

“Flowers have always been your favorite, haven’t they?” Y/N comments. She does as requested, although what are lovely narcissi and tulips in her hands turn into sadly wilted clumps of paper in his.

Tewkesbury just can’t figure out how she does it. Even after that particular day ends, he finds himself sitting in his room surrounded by heaps of useless folds, trying and failing to emulate her easy way with the paper crafts. One would think that Tewkesbury, with his lifetime of knowledge about every facet of flora there is to know, would be able to reproduce his beloved plants in paper form, but here you would be surprised.

Tewkesbury labors for hours, days even, but his progress is slow and totally frustrating. Y/N catches him at it a few times and laughs at him. The sound, so sharp it stings, carves a smile on Tewkesbury’s face even when he’s almost been driven to the point of madness by the infuriatingly unrealistic paper flowers.

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1,215 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

Hi! I loved your dating Isaac Lahey headcanons. I actually laughed with the "One of the boys on the lacrosse team starts winking at you during a game? You’d best believe the guy is on the ground, writing in pain within a half second." I was wondering if you could maybe expand on this one? Thanks <3

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Isaac Lahey is not jealous. Absolutely not. There is no reason why he would possibly be walking the halls of Beacon Hills High School with his hands clenched into fists, hoping against hope that he can keep his claws away long enough to avoid slicing into his palms. It’s not like he would even see the blood, anyway, his vision seems to be a field of red.

That is, of course, if he were jealous, and he’s not. Isaac is perfectly fine, and he is not glaring at a boy down the hall from him. This guy is talking to Y/N L/N, someone who just happens to be Isaac’s girlfriend, and he’s even leaning with one arm against her locker like he’s some kind of teen movie lead. Isaac hates him instantly. Maybe he is jealous after all.

But he can handle it. Isaac has survived hunter shootouts, werewolf pack fights, and dozens of conflicts that usually end in him whipping out his claws and fangs to put an end to things. Needless to say, getting jealous about some boy making eyes at his girlfriend shouldn’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened.

Isaac takes slow breaths in and out. He’s handling this. He’s going to keep walking, and he is not going to charge over there and rip the guy’s head off, although that certainly sounds good to him right now. It would certainly shut him up.

Before he can make any mistakes, a voice comes from Isaac’s left, distracting him from his rather bloodthirsty vision.

“You alright, Isaac? You seem a little tense.”

Isaac glances over and sees Scott McCall pausing next to him, one hand casually tugging on the straps of his backpack. Isaac swallows harshly, trying to pull himself together.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Great. How are you?”

Scott raises an eyebrow. “Perfectly fine, or at least compared to you. Seriously, I think every werewolf within a mile radius can smell your anger.”

Isaac does his best to pretend he’s surprised. “Really? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe I’m just, uh, stressed about an upcoming math quiz.”

Scott widens his eyes in mock confusion. “Is that true? You’re not just, say, upset that Clark Ellis is over there talking to Y/N and trying his hardest to flirt with her?”

Isaac’s mood sours in an instant. “Well, I’m trying not to be upset, but seeing as you brought it up-”

The True Alpha just laughs. “Get used to it, buddy. Y/N’s going to have a lot of people flirting with her, we’re at a high school. It only feels worse because of the whole werewolf thing. Trust me, when I first started dating Allison I felt like I was going to fly off the handle every time someone so much as approached her. One time, Jackson tried talking to her and I made Derek go push him into a wall of lockers.”

Isaac feels intrigued. “I didn’t know making Derek push people into lockers was an option. I think I need to look into that.”

Scott has the audacity to roll his eyes. Clearly, he doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation, which is that Clark Ellis just told a probably awful joke and made Y/N laugh, and even though Isaac knows he doesn’t have a monopoly on making his girlfriend laugh, that is so wrong that-

“Isaac. Dude. Get it together. Your world isn’t going to shut down because some boy from first period talks to Y/N.”

Isaac frowns. “Are we sure about that?”

Scott chuckles. “Very. Now come on, if you’re going to stew about this the whole time I’m going to get sick of it. If you want to do something about it, go talk to her, but for the love of God, if I see any glowing eyes or claws I’m going to drag your werewolf ass right back out of there.”

Isaac grins, although he’s not entirely sure that it’s meant to be a pleasant expression. “Oh, don’t worry. No blood will be seen.”

He starts moving before Scott can tell him what a bad idea that is, walking down the hall towards Y/N. Isaac does his best to school his countenance into a neutral expression, but he’s fairly sure that he failed at that goal, because the second Clark Ellis gets a good look at him, Isaac swears he can see every drop of blood flee the guy’s face. Isaac smirks as the guy trips over himself to say goodbye to Y/N, quickly turning and almost dashing off down the hall. Sometimes, he likes being intimidating.

Y/N looks confused, glancing after Clark, but the second she turns around and sees Isaac she laughs. “You know, I was wondering why he seemed so scared, but I think I get it now. What are you up to?”

Isaac grins. “I’m not being jealous.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow, almost incredulous. “Definitely not.”

Isaac takes one last look at the fleeing Clark, then allows himself to relax again. “Absolutely not. Besides, I wasn’t even going to do anything. We can go back and tell Scott that I was fine. Didn’t even get involved.”

Y/N chuckles. “So Clark taking off as fast as he could wasn’t because of you?”

Isaac shrugs. “If he thought that he was doing something wrong, that was his call. I was just, uh, looking at him.”

Y/N shakes her head slowly, trying to hide a grin. “Sounds about right.” Y/N closes her locker, and the two of you start walking back down the hallway. Isaac makes sure that one of his hands wraps around hers, just to prove a point to anyone watching. He doesn’t take kindly to people trying to flirt with his girl.

As it turns out, Isaac’s got a pretty good way to get out the rest of his irritation. In a few nights, he’s got a lacrosse game, which means that the practices for the last few days and tonight have been nothing short of brutal. Coach wants them ready, and Isaac learned from his first day on the team that Coach Finstock does whatever he wants, which usually means a lot of running. Were he not a werewolf, Isaac would be in misery, but now, he just uses it as an excuse to get his heart pounding.

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hey, do you write for Four? (Divergent) you could do where they both have a secret relationship but something happens that makes Four extremely jealous in the middle of a fight that f!reader is having, and maybe he says "you can stop touching my girl now" or something so...

english is not my first language, sorry :(

no worries, this was a fun request to write!

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There are a great many mysteries in the Dauntless complex. For a faction that prides itself on bravery, courage, not hiding behind doors when you can fight in broad daylight, there are far more secrets than the faction leaders care to let on. Whispers surround everyone, everything, and they’ll never go away.

You can guess what people are hiding here, behind black-suited lies and defenses as sharp as knives, but you’ll never know for certain. For one thing, no one in this entire faction has managed to piece together the fact that you and Four are dating, despite the fact that this relationship has been going on for months.

It started off as a secret, and you haven’t been able to drag it out into the light ever since. When you and Four met, he was two years out of his own initiation, just starting to get a grasp for how to be a training leader for the new crop of Dauntless. You had just dashed your blood into the vessel for the bravest faction, had just thrown yourself off of the roofline to land in Dauntless once and for all.

You should have known then that Four was too great a secret for you to keep. He had looked at you like you were something worth keeping around, and you liked how it felt a little too much. When the two of you started seeking each other out, either for silent glances in training or longer conversations after hours, there was no way it would have gone anywhere else.

Soon enough, Four was calling your name like a blessing, some guarantee of safety in the midst of all this mayhem. You knew you loved him when you won your fights and saw him watching you approvingly, when you could go through your fear landscape fastest because the one thing that scared you most was thinking that what you had with Four wasn’t real, and you already had to face that every day.

You graduated top of your initiation class soon enough, with both a new title and a hand holding yours. Four confessed how he felt two nights before initiation ended, praying that somewhere in all this darkness you’d be able to be his light. He didn’t like being so alone, he said. You made him think that there was a world outside of hurt and challenge.

The only problem was how it all looked. You couldn’t be happier with Four, and you know he feels the same way, but the facts of the matter line up differently to everyone else. If the other Dauntless knew that you and Four were seeing each other, they’d start asking questions about just when all this started, if it had any impact on your rankings. Corruption festers deep in Dauntless, but people still like to pretend otherwise. They’d jump on this in a second if it meant switching the blame away from themselves.

So, you keep it a secret. You’re allowed to be Four’s friend, of course, and train with him like the rest, but the moment your gaze lingers on him with the sort of softness that doesn’t belong in Dauntless’ cold atmosphere, people start wondering. You’re certain that a few people suspect, but most of them just joke about it. Wouldn’t that be something, the boy with hardly any fears and the girl who could make you think that she had none at all? If only they knew that their rumors were actually true.

The only problem with keeping this secret is that it isn’t quite enough. Part of loving someone is belonging to them, being able to seek their shelter in the midst of any storm. You can talk to Four, sure, and treasure his kisses when no one else is looking, but you still want something more.

You can’t help but envy the other Dauntless couples you see around the faction, the ones that get to walk with their arms slung low over the hips of their partners. These lucky ones pull their significant others close without a second thought, paying no attention to how it all looks. Or maybe they care too much, and every gesture is strictly orchestrated to give off the illusion that they’ve got it all. At any rate, you’d love to have that choice, to have or to hold. Anything more than the nothingness that threatens to swallow you whole.

You’ve brought this up with Four a couple of times now, but he knows just as well as you do that there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re only a few months out of initiation, working in your first choice of a job and still benefiting from your high rankings. People would suspect foul play if they knew you were dating, so it stays a secret. It has to stay a secret, as neither of you want the sudden attention that only comes with sordid rumors.

Yet, in the cold stillness of his room after hours, you can’t deny that it doesn’t feel like enough. You joined Dauntless because you were sick of being in the shadows. You wanted to make a name for yourself, be the kind of person that had people in awe of your slightest movements. You certainly didn’t sign up for this faction to skulk about in the darkness, exchanging clandestine kisses as if your love was something that wasn’t good enough to be seen.

As time goes on, it only gets worse. This should be perfectly fine- you have the boy you love, you have your faction, you have your job, yet it all feels like a slim shadow of what you should be experiencing. To live is not to hide, nor to lie, but to take risks on everything. That’s what the Dauntless believe, at any rate, that no risk is worth taking if you won’t devote yourself to it utterly, and as a Dauntless, you believe it too. Not going in blind to the dangers feels like a betrayal.

Still, there’s nothing you can do. Four tries his hardest to keep you happy, though. Today, for instance, he’s called you in to help with initiation, something about how he’d love to have an extra fighter on hand to deal with the useless masses. Some of these trainees scarcely know their proper forms, yet they’re still mouthy enough that you’d think they’ve been fighting all their lives. He wants you there to help keep the order.

You’re not about to pass up the chance to see your boyfriend outside of your apartment, so you take up his offer with a smile. Besides, Four becomes a different sort of person when he has to be intimidating. His back straightens, his eyes grow cold. In all honesty, it’s pretty hot, and you like seeing it. We all have our quirks.

Four strides briskly into the training room, you at his side. The initiates look surprised to see you, likely because they’ve grown used to having only Four and Eric watch them train. Their surprise is good; changes in routines will show who’s really good and who’s just coasting along with the norms.

Four reaches the front of the room, addressing the young Dauntless in a brisk tone you remember from your own training.

“Alright, initiates. Today, as you may have noticed, we will be joined by a special guest. This is Y/N, who’s going to be helping with combat training. She finished first out of her initiation last year, so if I were you, I’d pay attention. Might help some of you from ending up on the bottom of the rankings.”

You nod at Four. “First thing we’ve got planned today are some rounds of fights. Find a partner and get to the rings. If you want to get better, you need to put in the practice.”

You hear some muted grumbling from the back of the room and raise an eyebrow at Four. Sure, it’s early in the morning, but initiation has always been about hard work, no matter the time.

“I’m sorry, did I stutter? Get to work, or we’re going to stay here through the lunch break.”

Four chuckles to himself as the initiates quickly scatter to the nearest fighting rings. “I think this is one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. I haven’t seen these guys move so fast in weeks.”

You smirk. “Maybe you’re not being intimidating.”

Four arches a brow. “Is that so? I seem to remember from your training that you found me plenty intimidating.”

You just grin. “That’s different. I liked the intimidating part of you.”

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animalinvestigator · 2 years

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Ok since you guys reccomended me music heres some musicthat i like you can listen to if oyu wnat

S/T electric president is electric presidents best project nad probably my favorite of ben coopers albums which is insane because radical face has been stupidly influential to my life. folk music about cities, machinery, family, + memory with mechanical drums + the typical ben cooper soulwrenching lyrics. one of my fav albums probably ever

texis sleigh bells is the quintessential sleigh bells album + their most cohesive since treats. noise pop glitch rock catholic guilt synth anthems all the way down. if you havent listened to sleigh bells before you should + this is a good place to start

ive already talked about woof woof by arthur but you should really give it a try if you haven’t. indietronica about fawn responsing for fans of the earthbound OST. Guy sampled the door opening tones from petscop in one of his music videos. Album makes me want to throw up to be honest. thx zilly for showing us all this

seiko oomori’s buried EP PINK no longer reflects her current stylings but is one of the most life-changing collections of songwriting + lyricism i can think of off the top of my head. songs so beautiful you might kill yourself. sparkly but profoundly unmagical mentally ill indie folk w/ idol industry sensibilities punctuated by rants so intense that the music literally has to stop so she can say what she wants to say. made me a worse person.

doraemon is still my favorite patricia taxxon album after listening to her extremely expanisve and varied discography. jumpscare warning on the first track, im not joking. twinkling + spacey art pop from another world. ive listened to homeward demon probably 100000000000000000000 times.

those are the ones i wanted to share hoep you like them if you decide to listen to them.

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Hi!! Could you write something for Benny? Like, he's possessive (but not in a violent way), maybe overprotective cuz the reader is 5 years younger than him, so he feels the need to take care of her, etc. If you feel like writing it, ofc. Thx!!

Ooo this is something a bit different from what I normally do so I hope it’s okay! Might have leaned a bit more into jelaous!ben but i tried to get the possessive thing wrapped up in it too lmao

warnings: no smut, just a jealous bf, mention of hickeys, mention of drink spiking

Blurb Advent: Day 20 (we’re in the home stretch!)

“You ready to go Ben?” you asked, sticking your head round the bedroom door.

“Yeah I am, but are you sure you want me there? It’s your high school reunion,”

“Of course I want you there. And everyone else is bringing partners.”

“But won’t you wanna go off and catch up with people?”

“Jules is bringing Mike, you like him. Besides, if you’re with me we might be able to make an excuse and leave a bit early. We can say the babysitters at home and we can’t keep her waiting,”

“We don’t have kids,”

“Most people there won’t know that.”

“Alright, alright, you’ve won me over. Let me just grab my shoes,”

Once you arrived and it became obvious that most people had brought partners with them, Ben stopped worrying so much. A hall had been booked with caterers and an open bar so Ben headed off to get you drinks as you checked your coat. The first half hour or so was spent in brief conversations with people you’d lost contact with, introducing them to Ben and going over the same small talk about work and families and weddings. You were just bracing yourself for more of the same when you were tapped on the shoulder.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to find a man towering over you, his skin tanned, and his hair sun bleached blonde, “Oh my god, Dave! How have you been?” you asked, automatically going in for a hug. It was clear Dave had been working out, his biceps bulging as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve been great, how about you?”

“So good, um, this is my boyfriend Ben, Ben this is Dave. We obviously went to school together,” you laughed.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Dave said, shaking Ben’s hand before focusing back on you, “I haven’t seen you since…well the pizza place I guess. What have you been doing with yourself,”

You blushed a little at the reminder, conscious of Ben’s eyes flitting between you and Dave as you caught up.

“I saw the best exhibit at the art gallery last week. It was all art about space and the stars, absolutely gorgeous, you should go check it out. There was this one paining and I wish I could remember the artist but it was a big landscape thing with a night sky. Reminded me of our that weekend we went camping.” Dave smiled fondly at the memory.

“So I take it you guys were pretty good friends then?” Ben asked.

“Yeah for most of high school. We actually dated for a few months too,” Dave said with a chuckle.

Ben’s hand tightened on yours.

“Are you seeing anyone now Dave?”

“No, unfortunately not. I’ve been travelling for work a lot so I haven’t really had a chance to meet anyone for the last six months.”

“Well the travel must be fun,”

The more Dave and you talked the more tense Ben became, squeezing your hand, his jaw stiff and his smile a little forced. Dave didn’t notice, just kept the conversation going though you wondered how long that would last. You were still talking when you finished your drink.

“Oh, hey, why don’t I get us a couple more of these?” Dave asked, taking your empty glass, “white wine was it?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled as Dave turned but as soon as he was out of ear shot you turned to Ben, “What is your problem?”

“I don’t like him,”

“You need to chill out,”

“Why didn’t you tell me your ex was going to be here?”

“I didn’t know. We haven’t spoken since I broke up with him about two months after we started going out.”

“I knew it, I knew he was trying to get you back. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“You sound insane. Dave is a nice guy who is not interested in me. Just relax okay?”

“Okay, I’ll try. Itching for a smoke though.”

“So just duck outside and have one then,”

“And leave you alone with him? What if he spikes your drink or something?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Dave reappeared and handed you each a new drink.

Ben took his with a polite thank you though he made no move to drink it.

“Oh, Ben was just saying he might pop out for a smoke in a minute,”

“I’d say we should just move things out there and join him but I’m trying to quit,” Dave raised the sleeve of his shirt to show you the nicotine patch he was wearing.

“How’s that going?” you took a sip of your drink, able to feel Ben staring at you.

“Not easy but worth it.”

Ben’s arm wrapped slid over your lower back, his hand coming to rest on your waist.

You persevered with the conversation for a little while longer, but Ben’s fingers were digging into your skin and you could almost hear his teeth grinding. Finally you made an excuse and lead Ben outside.

“What is the matter with you?” you hissed, not wanting anyone to overhear.

“I don’t like him,”

“Why? You met him like 20 minutes ago, what is you don’t like?”

Ben was silent for a moment, staring out at the traffic, “He’s taller than me. And completely ripped. And he’s quitting smoking. And he’s got this fancy job and a privet jet or whatever he was talking about.”

“Are you jealous? Of Dave?”

“No. Maybe. Shut up, you are.”

You let out a huff of laughter.

“I just… you must have realised there’s a resemblance between us,”

“I have a type,”

“Yeah well, it was like meeting a better version of me and I didn’t want him to steal you from me,”

“Steal me? Really?”

“Fuck, no that came out wrong,” Ben sighed, “Sorry. It’s just when you said you broke up with him I thought that if it was me, I wouldn’t be able to get over you so easy,”

“Maybe I didn’t exactly break up with him.”

“What?”

“I mean, I was the first one to say it but it was pretty mutual. We didn’t work as a couple and it completely destroyed our friendship and if I hadn’t of said it he would have. He absolutely doesn’t want me back. Besides this all happened so long ago, he’s moved on and obviously so have I.”

Ben nodded, “Yeah, bit silly of me to get so worked up about it. Should we go back in?”

You could tell Ben wasn’t completely reassured though he had relaxed a bit.

“Alright, you can give me a hickey.”

“What?”

“I know you want to do it to mark your territory or whatever. And frankly I’d rather this than you getting into some sort of pissing match with Dave or anyone else in there. So go ahead, give me a hickey that no one could deny seeing so that everyone knows I’m taken and you can stop being so weird about my highschool boyfriend.

Ben tilted his head, his eyes on your neck as he considered the offer, “I shouldn’t. Feels wrong to do it at your reunion.”

“I’m not going to see like 95 percent of these people until the next reunion so I literally don’t care what they think.”

He shook his head and then leaned in to kiss you, “It’s alright, you don’t have to. You know I trust you, I just get a little crazy sometimes. Especially when you’re exes are so much better than me.”

You cupped Ben’s face with one hand and gave him a small slap on the cheek with the other, “Stop talking shit about my boyfriend or else. He’s ten times anyone else I’ve been with, no matter how many private jets they own.”

Ben gave you a shy smile, “Thanks. And sorry.”

“It’s alright. And that offer is still on the table if you want. The hickey doesn’t have to be on my neck either. It could always be somewhere a little more…hidden.”

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lyssismagical · 3 years

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For the prompt thing, I chose 3 and 5 form the random plots for Irondad. “Please stop being so cheesy.” “Stop pretending you don’t love me!” Please and thank you!!!

The first few visits to the Stark cabin was more uncomfortable and nervous than anything. Peter found himself sticking to himself, trying not to intrude on the family. He didn’t want to take Tony away from his time with Morgan and Pepper, not when they’d gotten so close to losing him.

Tony and Pepper tried to pull him out of his shell, convince him that he’s really wanted there, but it didn’t really help.

It was Morgan, in the end, who got him to feel most at home.

Peter had been trying to opt out of staying another night at the cabin, but Morgan had said, “It’s family game night! You’re family, you can’t miss it!”

And Peter had nearly cried, overcome by emotion. He hadn’t really had a family in a long time. He had May, and that was wonderfully, but they couldn’t have a family game night. Not when she worked such long hours and Peter went out Spider-Manning, not when it was always just the two of them, Monopoly wouldn’t feel the same with just a pair. It was always just a little too obvious the empty seats at the table.

“Okay, okay, alright,” Peter says, letting her take his hand and drag him back into the kitchen where Pepper’s pouring herself a glass of wine. “Mo really wants me to stay for family games, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, kiddo,” Tony says, already reaching for a juicebox for him too to match Morgan’s.

But Pepper steps in with logic before they can really get settled. “Are you planning on driving all the way home in the dark? I don’t know if that’s a good idea, especially with how little you’ve been sleeping lately. There’s always a spare bedroom for you.”

He hesitates, just barely, before nodding. “I only have to be back in the city for noon tomorrow to pick up Ned and MJ. If you don’t mind having me for the night and breakfast, I’d love to stay.”

And Tony grins, pressing a kiss to Peter’s forehead, because it’s never had to be a question.

“Sorry!” Morgan shouts, boardgame already in her hands as she hurries to the table.

They have a Disney version of the boardgame which absolutely melts Peter’s heart. The idea of Tony fucking Stark walking through Toys R Us, picking out boardgames for his baby and wife to play at home in their quaint little cabin, it almost seems like a dream.

Morgan picks to be the ‘Animals’ team which includes Dumbo, Bambi, Simba, and Pooh. Pepper picks the Villains team of Hades, Captain hook, Cruella De Ville, and Maleficent. Tony goes with the Boy Team of Buzz Lightning, Hercules, Peter Pan, and Tarzan. And that leaves Peter with the Princess Team of Snow White, Ariel, Cinderella, and Jessie.

Morgan plays with her animals, making them walk around the board like a real animal would, childish innocence pouring out through her little giggles.

“Sorry,” Pepper says, knocking one of Tony’s character’s off the board and back into his home. She doesn’t sound apologetic, grinning at her husband and elbowing him in the ribs.

“You’re cheating.” Tony pouts, losing miserably in comparison.

Peter’s in last place, never picking good cards and constantly getting knocked off the board by Morgan, who’s too good at the game. Though, she’s probably played it a few hundred times before. He’s never played it.

When he was little, he didn’t really have friends to play games with. Him and Ned played the nerdy games like DND or Magic the Gathering, but otherwise, they mostly stuck to watching movies or tv shows.

He never had siblings. He spent most of middle school through high school home alone, May and Ben always working.

He didn’t realize what he was missing until now.

“Eat up, kid, before all the popcorn’s gone,” Tony says, pushing the bowl in his direction. “Morguna, your turn. Pick a card.”

For a moment, Peter just watches. Feels like he’s on the outside of the conversation and the situation, watching Morgan play her turn, knocking another one of Peter’s characters off the board, leaving him with none until he can get them out of the home again. Watching Pepper laugh and throw a piece of popcorn at Tony, who catches it in his mouth with a triumphant grin.

It’s so homely, domestic, sweet.

“What’s got you thinking so hard?” Tony teases, throwing popcorn at him.

Peter can’t help it, warmth rushing through his body, as he says, “I just really love you guys.”

For a moment, Tony absolutely softens, smiling like Peter is the light of his life, expression so gentle and open and earnest. And then he fake gags. “Please stop being so cheesy.”

Peter rolls his eyes, throwing the popcorn back at Tony. “Stop pretending you don’t love me!”

“Never!”

“Admit it!” Peter shouts, throwing a game piece this time. “Admit that you love me!”

And Tony, grinning and expression so warm, lifts an eyebrow. “Alright, kiddo, you win. I really do love you.”

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@zaxen-nightshadow thx love.

Risrun's side

Holy fuck to many girls how the fuck is my awkward ass supposed to be a model student when I can't talk around girls, should have stayed where I was at. So I bucked up and dealt with it. My homeroom teacher was Gabriel. Not much happened sept he laughed at having another male in class. He seemed helpful and nice bit of a jokester but i missed Lucifer. He seemed like he cared. But now i was just lost no buddy just notes from the teacher, I was screwed. Thankfully Con helped me out he heads the library he's probably my biggest resource to learn all this in a week. That said I will probably fail the midterm. And not get a angel pup. Still have hellhound though. Kimchi is the best, sweetest boy ever! Ok slightly less evil then the others but still off topic. I when to my next class with my new teacher Gabriel, he went to another teach named Nami who was going to teach me the art of baking.

“Ok cuppy cakes, today we are making no bakes.”. She was cheery as hell. Kimchi was not happy so he kinda just laid at my feet grumbling about wanting to go running with Howl. Dammit my dog like my ex teacher better. I'll have to go talk to Icey about that. As I put the recipe together my hound perked up, he loves chocolate. Once mixed I put the cookie out to harden first. “Whoa no are you sure you did that right?”. My teacher asked. “Yes I did.”. My response was clipped do to the fact the Kimchi was licking my damn leg. She seemed to notice and put a hand on his head. “Puppies.” She was so quiet that I almost didn't hear her but after two years with Lucifer I have great hearing. “He doesn't bite much or on command.” I really need to work on that. But once you bound there's no take backs. Only I can hear him. Anywho Nami tasted my candy base and actually hummed in approval. “Have you done this before?.”.

“No.” She seemed shocked.

“Good first time but little to heavy on the sugar.” Ok that was her only comment.

The rest of class was just her throwing out cookies and telling then that burnt no bake taste like burnt peanut butter. And that was my first day of classes now to my new dorm and new roommate. Zaxen. Whoo no.

First and foremost Icy's and deal with whatever the name tag says but low-key hope it's Ren cause he's the hellhound guy. Literally knows everything yet keeps foxes weird. As I entered the shop I was in luck he was at the pups and hounds desk. “Hello Risrun how are you and why is Kimchi mad at you?”. Yep normal Wednesday. “Changed classes after a fist fight and Kimchi still won't bite.” I tried to be normal about this but Ren's brother was laughing at me. “Shush you. Nice to know the least violent kid I know can still fight did you win?”

“Well no.”. He shook his head and tsked. “ That your problem you need to show Kimchi that you can be alpha but that none of my business.” Fuck me that's why he hates me damnit I can't win for losing. “I'll fight you and throw it so Kimchi will respond to you better.” Ben offered from the stock room in back. He came out with now pups and a fox kit smiling. “We got new babies Icy will be in a good mood today.” He seemed all to content with the puppers. After playing with then for about an hour I left no point in putting off meeting my roommate any longer.

I walked the bright Hall in to last left and to door 176. This was the second to last door on the right easy to remember. I knocked gently and the door opened to reveal my roommate Zaxen. They has black hair, red eyes, 5’9 and could kick ass. “,Hi new roomie.” This would be hell.

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hadererer · 4 years

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Anonymous requested: Hey for a prompt how about another truth or dare fic (sry haha) with reddie and maybe pls bev (also) being into girls and yeah you can go wild from there with other ships ie stenborough. Just cute awkwardness all around pls? It also doesnt have to be just the losers, you can add whoever you want to and yeah its up to you. Thx in advance if you decide to do this prompt. But no worries if not :D

Eddie adjusted himself in Richie’s lap, pushing to sit up a little more using Richie’s knee. He felt the vibrations through his back as Richie laughed at something Bev showed them on her phone. Apparently the girl Bev was seeing, ‘Kate’ or ‘Kay’ Eddie tried to recall, had a few words for Richie about something he did at her party the weekend before. “Alright, Richie,” the chatter around them died down as Tommy, a guy from Eddie’s Statistics class turned to Richie, “truth or dare?” Richie raised his eyebrows, pretending to be offended. “Do you even need to ask, Wilson?” Tommy rolled his eyes, “Fine. I dare you…” Eddie turned to say something to Ben. “…to kiss cutest person in this room.” Eddie froze, whatever he was going to say to Ben dying off on his lips as almost everyone else in the loose circle made an ‘oooooo’ sound (except for Bev and Ben, of course, the only other losers there). Eddie could see Bev whip her head at them, seeming shocked and a little… nervous? But Eddie didn’t focus on that. Nope. Because all he could focus on was Richie, rigid, beneath him. Not saying anything. A slight warning bell went off in Eddie’s brain. Why isn’t he saying anything? Richie always has something to say. This imposter Richie beneath him didn’t move or say anything for five whole seconds that felt like hours to Eddie. “D-Damn, Wilson, give me something all,” Richie almost stuttered out, trying to sound confident and cool. But Eddie could tell when he was uncomfortable. Eddie expected Richie to tap his knee to get him to move. Or nudge him off. Or do anything to really besides remain in the position they were in. Instead, Richie only shifted a little, moving his hand around to lightly touch Eddie’s cheek turning his face. Eddie followed the hand while rolling his eyes, thinking Richie wanted to tell Eddie that ‘it was a shame his mom wasn’t there tonight.’ His mouth was opened, ready to tell Richie off for whatever stupid comment he made before his train of thought was cut off. By Richie’s lips. On his. In the absolute sweetest kiss, all gentle and soft. Not at all what Eddie would expect a kiss with Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier to be like. Oh.

#i hope you like it!#writing prompt #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #truth or dare prompt #mine #it stephen king #it 2017 #it 2019 #kay mcall

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16wiishes · 5 years

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Poor us

Paring: Ben Hardy x Reader

A/N: So I have seen this imagine a while ago and wanted to do it with Ben, so credit for the person who had the ideia, and wanted to remind you guys that English isn’t my first language sooo sorry for the mistakes, thx let me know what you thing ❤️

Was you first

What had first started off as a small thing of sniffles turned fast into a really bad flu. Your head was burning so you could barely think straight and your nose was so clogged it you were wondering if you were still alive

You had no idea what day it was or how long you’d been sick seeing as the days had just blurred and mushed together.

You woke up feeling slightly better, even though it was only slightly it perked your spirits up quite a bit. You were considering just falling back asleep when you got a text

You moved your hand around the bedside table, too weak to actually turn your body When you finally grabbed it and looked to see what it was, it was a text from Ben

Benny : Are you ok love ? Do you need anything?

You: Not gonna lie, I’ve been better... Staying home tonight? Check

You were waiting for a reply but when you didn’t get one you just sighed, not having the energy to care and dropped the phone beside you before shutting your eyes again.

You had been asleep for a little while when you heard the knocking on your door you groaned as you got up. You looked up from the bed to your closed door at the sound of someone knocking on the door.

“Who is it?” You called out, slightly worried.

The door creaked open revealing your boyfriend.

He was dressed in sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, his face was much paler than usual, and that was saying something, there were dark circles under his eyes and his nose was tinged pink.

“I got sick.” He stated, his voice croaky and hoarse.

“Baby.” You spoke sympathetically, a smile coming at your lips at how adorably pathetic he looked. “Come on.” You smiled softly, extending your arms out, inviting him into them.

He went forward and took the blankets toward his body and you were really happy for the extra heat he was giving you as you hugged him, nuzzling into your body you felt safe, he laid his head in your belly and his arms hugged your waist.

“My poor baby.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through his blond hair. His eyes were closed at the soothing action and his grip on your hips tightened.

“no you’re the sickest out of both of us. You’re the poor baby.” Ben replied before looking up at you

“True, but the worst is still coming for you” tou reasoned him

“We’re both poor babies then.” Ben decided making you smile.

You agreed before he leant up and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. The two of you fell into a passable silence.

“What are we gonna do?” He murmured to you after the two of you lay in silence for a while.

“Watch a movie?” You suggested making his eyes

“What about a Friends marathon instead?” He suggested making the spark in your eyes shine bright

“Hell yeah baby “ Ben opened your laptop and started looking for the show in the catalog

The two of you watched episode after episode for the whole day. At some point Ben gained energy to go downstairs and make tea and make some popcorn for the two of you

The last thing you remember was watching whene Rachel were kissing Ross for the very first time which was basically the best episode of them all and them your eyes started dropping and Ben were already asleep.

You closed the laptop and pushed it to the end of the bed before glancing down at Ben as him so peacefully sleeps, you smiled softly before snuggling down under the covers, wrapping your arms around him. You shut your eyes and let the urge to sleep take over and in a couple of minutes you were out.

That night Joe went to pay you a visit, knowing you were sick, he found you and Ben cuddled together, popcorn littered around you and the two of you snoring louder due to your clogged noses.

“Poor babies.” Joe spoke sympathetically, closing the door.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy x you #joe mazzello x reader #roger taylor #queen

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versdan · 5 years

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What Are You Waiting For? (Ben Hardy x Reader)

request: hi!! could you write ben x reader where she is joe’s younger sister and ben acts strange around her because he is in love with her since always (because she is also an actress and she did a really famous tv show) and then one day she does something and ben says out loud “i think i want to marry you” please !! thx

A/N: omg bless ur soul for this request. I hope y’all like this! Sorry for any typos! requests are open !!!

Being an actress meant you were busy. Working on movies, doing interveiws, press back and forth consumed up your life. It was a bliss moment when you realize you have a week off after doing press from a month straight for your TV show that had just premiered and was a huge success.

You’re in your hotel room, reading a book you haven’t been able to read for a while when you get a phone call from your brother Joe. You pick up the phone

“hello?”

“(Y/N)!” Joe said, basically screamed since there was some music playing in the background

“Hey Joey” you giggled “What’s up?” “Well, a little birdy had told me that you have a week off and what wouldn’t be better than to have you on set and spend time with you!” he said, excitedly

You thought about it for a moment and you smiled “Okay sure, when can I come ov-” he cut you off immediately “Great! I’ll send you the address! Everyone is going to be so happy to see you especially a little someone” You can imagine him smirking when he finished the line

You laugh “yeah, yeah Joe, taunt me all you want about it. I’ll see you in a bit”

“Okay, byeeeee!!” he said and he hung up

You sigh and put the phone down. Another thing about being an actress was having little time in you personal life. Your brother, Joe Mazzello, was also an incredible actor. Not only were you both each other’s biggest support systems, he also helped you get into acting and starting up. When you found out he got casted to be John Deacon for the new Queen biopic, you were insanely excited for him. He took you to meet the whole cast on the first day of shooting which was the Live Aid scene. You couldn’t help but catch the eye of a certain blonde during the scene. Ben Hardy.

You had always thought Ben was good looking and charming. It wasn’t odd when you two instantly clicked inbetween shooting the scenes, laughing about anything. All the other guys noticed the chemistry, especially Joe who gave you “the talk” about dating a guy and the birds and the bees to which you responded “Joe! You’re not my dad!” Ben had begun to develop a crush on you, even before he met you. He had seen the films you’ve been in and interviews, which only made him fall more for your sweet demeanor. It didn’t help when Joe talked about how incredible you were since it made the crush grow. Ben may or may not have fangirled internally (or fanboy-ed) when Joe said you were coming to view the guys do the Live Aid scene.

You got ready instantly once you received Joe’s text of the address. Walking out of your room, not before checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked good and then heading for the film set.

You arrived in 10 minutes to a building when you saw Joe outside waiting for you. He saw the cab pull up and smiled when you got out. “Joey!” You screamed rushing to hug him. He hugged you back tightly for a couple of seconds before pulling away. “Long time no see lil sis” he said as he ruffled your hair. You huffed and smacked his arm “you know I still hate that” “yeah yeah, come one let’s go inside”

You both walked inside to be greeted by Gwilym and Rami first. “(Y/N)!! It’s so good to see you!” Gwil said as he hugged you “likewise!” He pulled away so Rami could hug you “Darling, I missed you” he said as he hugged you. You laughed “I missed you too Rami, or should I say Freddie” he laughed as he pulled away. You looked behind Rami to see Ben standing there already staring at you. You smiled and walked over to him. “Hey” he said, just looking at you, up and down. “Hey” you said back, awkwardly and shyly under his gaze. “Come here” he said with open arms. You smiled, looking up at him and hugging him. Whenever you guys touched, it was like an electric shock went through your body and it was euphoric with a hint of butterflies coming to your stomach. You pulled away, faces close enough to feel his breath fanning yours. “JUST GET A ROOM ALREADY!” Joe yelled, making the other guys and crew around laugh. You snapped out of his gaze and turned around to flip Joe off

“Alright everyone! Places!” The director shouted as the boys went back into set but Ben stayed for a little bit. “Duty calls” he says smiling. “Go be a rockstar” you said, smiling back. He turned to walk away and got into his place for the scene.

Throughout filming, you couldn’t help but stare at Ben. His physic was something you adored but also his personality. Ben would catch you staring and every once in a while would shoot you a wink that would make you blush and look away.

You got up from your seat to walk around, seeing someone setting up the snack table. “Do you need any help?” You asked the assistant. He looked up at you, wide eyed and then snapped back “U-Uh yes that would be nice. Sorry I’m a huge fan” he stated. You giggled and smiled “awe thank you”. You helped him set out water bottles, plates and the food platters.

What you didn’t know was Ben was watching you the whole time. The director had called cut on the scene since one of the cameras had shut off, which would take a couple minutes to repair. While Ben watched you, he couldn’t help but realize how much he has fallen for you and didn’t think he could fall any further, but he did and is. Joe stood beside him, as he watched his sister help out with the table and conversing with the team. You laughed at one of their jokes and Ben sighed audibly that Joe heard. “You know I don’t know why you haven’t asked her out” Joe stated, still watching you but Ben tore his gaze away to look at Joe. “She probably doesn’t want someone like me or likes me” he said, looking back to you. You looked at Ben and smiled before going back to your conversation

“She actually does. I’m probably going to get killed for saying this but she likes you. A lot. Make your move now loverboy or someone else willllll” Joe said, dragging the ‘L’ and walking away. Ben looked at him with wide eyes, with this new information, he then looked back at you and smiled widely. He made his way over to you and said “Can I grab you for a minute?” You looked at him, nodding yes, saying excuse me to the group you were taking to

You walked out of the room into an empty hallway with Ben. “What’s up?” “I like you” he blurted out, staring at you. You stared at him with wide eyes and said “I like you too Ben” “No no I mean, I really like you. Almost like completely fallen in love with you. You’re just so caring and selfless which makes me fall for you more and you’re absolutely, positively stunning and-“ you cut him off but crashing your lips onto his, feeling the euphoria feeling you loved so much. He kissed back the with same amount of force, almost making you melt because of how good and right it felt.

You pulled away catching your breath. “God, I think I want to marry you” he said, opening his eyes and staring into your eyes as you held his face inbetween your hands. You smile widely and peck his lips. “Then what you waiting for?”

#ben hardy imagine #ben hardy #borhap cast #roger taylor #ben!roger taylor #borhap #send in requests #send me asks #rami malek #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #gigglygwil ben

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seeksstaronmewni · 5 years

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12 WAYS THAT WALT DISNEY AND HIS EMPIRE COMPANY BECAME A PART OF MY WORLD

Happy 117th Birthday, Walt Disney! (Tweet about this here)

I grew up mostly on @cartoonnetwork, but a lot of CN Studios’ creatives became a part of Disney Television Animation (including @crackmccraigen and Paul Rudish), and Lucasfilm Ltd., including Skywalker Sound and @starwars were absorbed.

First, I began with Winnie the Pooh: The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (Masterpiece Collection VHS), The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (ABC Saturday Mornings in the 2000s, Tigger-ific Tales VHS), Pooh whistles, giant stuffed Pooh head, Pooh toys (like Tigger’s treehouse), and so on.

@disneypixar‘s Toy Story is a film whose dialogue is almost perfectly integrated into my mind. Definitely the finest of Tom Hanks, and the sound design by Gary Rydstrom (and his assistant, Tom Myers) of Skywalker Sound is equally memorable.

When a relative gave me the 1997 Masterpiece Collection of Bambi, I was introduced to one of Lucasfilm’s finest divisions, THX Ltd. (now owned by Razer). Just a blue outline, geeky jargon text reading “Digitally mastered for optimal video and audio performance”, a loud (and creepy, but eventually I found to be awesome) whirring sound, and some shiny bars reading “THX” *shine* ... I loved it but went through “THXPhobia” until Disney Channel’s final airing of their 4x3 print of Monsters, Inc. on the morning of October 13th, 2008, A.D. I somewhat recall playing the THX logo repetitively, however, listening to the Deep Note played 2 pitches higher than the original, on my VHS of Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace. Now THX Ltd. is over 35 years old!

Relative to Lucasfilm’s quality control division is Star Wars, and I grew up a lot on that... mostly merchandise, VHS tapes and DVDs in THX. I have little memory of when Genndy Tartakovsky’s Star Wars: Clone Wars came out, but I did watch Dave Filoni’s Star Wars: The Clone Wars on CN. The sound design of Return of the Jedi is some of the coolest ever done, including that of Ben Burtt and Skywalker Sound, but The Force Awakens is the ultimate Star Wars movie (my favorite, and with like 6 or 7 sound designers), and The Phantom Menace & Attack of the Clones are the ultimate in quality, featuring THX Digital Mastering, Dolby Digital Surround EX, TAP Quality Assurance Services, and THX in select theatres. Star Wars: Clone Wars, which I got on DVD in late Spring 2010 from a local Movie Gallery closing, features amazing talent by Cartoon Network Studios and Skywalker Sound... in THX!

I also grew up on Disney’s Sing-Along Songs VHS tapes, at least of The Lion King and Mulan. Very memorable Disney moments. It was foolish of me to tape over one of them in Summer 2009, but I think that I lacked record VHS tapes in the moment.

Also part of ABC’s Saturday Mornings was House of Mouse, namely the Mickey Mouse Works segments within. Warner Bros. Sound’s division, Audio Circus, did very good sound design for it.

For Christmas of 2002, we got Monsters Inc. on DVD and were opened to the amazing world of “bonus features” (that is supplemental material)... including outtakes and a sound effects only track!

For Christmas of 2009, I decided to get the platinum edition DVD of Bambi, of course in THX, and it was then that I began to understand the emotional value of the film, of life and death and of romance. It became a very big inspiration (as was revisiting All Dogs Go to Heaven on Atlanta’s CW69 in 2011, created by a former Disney creative, Don Bluth), and it felt more new to me as I remembered little of the film from the 1997 VHS... which I eventually destroyed due to THXphobia (but replaced in Summer 2013). For my sake, though, the dramatic parts, like the “Bambi eyes” scene and Bambi’s fight, were blanked out; I doubt that those would bother me then, and put the blame on the 2+ pitched Deep Note.

I was familiar with the works of Ben Burtt on Star Wars and Indiana Jones, and I enjoyed the sounds of Toy Story, Monsters Inc. and Terminator 2: Judgement Day, but January 2010 brought my revelation of appreciating sound design... of not cartoon sound but the action-y stuff (explosions, electricity, gunfire, crashes... that stuff) -- and that was specifically with another fine division of Lucasfilm Ltd., Skywalker Sound. The sound of Volcano, Titan A.E., Mars Attacks!, Forrest Gump and The Terminator (which I found was remixed from mono to 5.1 Dolby EX with sound effects by Skywalker Sound) were some titles that featured amazing sounds, by Christopher Boyes, Matthew Wood, Chris Scarabosio, Randy Thom, Gary Rydstrom, Steve Boeddeker and more. In 2011, I researched a lot more about Skywalker Sound and made lists of their lesser projects and their staff (In 2017 I began my extensive IMDb list of their 500+ staff). I recognized so many individual sounds and sound effects clusters (or combos) that I could pinpoint, and some guys on the Sound Effects Wiki are pointing some out (along with myself). Eventually, this led me to appreciate lots of sound designers, mostly those of cartoons, like Joel Valentine and Jeffrey Hutchins, who also worked on Disney shows.

Paul Rudish’s envision of Mickey Mouse is amazing and hilarious, and it brought a lot of Cartoon Network Studios creatives into Disney Television Animation. I know not why Advantage Audio (whose creatives usually seem to have a sound design style that sounds... “limiting”) worked on it as compared to Audio Circus or Hacienda Post, but Robert Poole II did expand his sound design palate for this series.

Of course, @crackmccraigen‘s finest cartoon yet, Wander Over Yonder, introduced us to a cartoon that excelled at not only humor--both slapstack and, well, “modern”--but also heart, including some very important life lessons.

A creative on Craig’s team for the aforementioned show, @daronnefcy, created one of the cutest dolls ever, Star Butterfly of Star vs. the Forces of Evil! From excelling at cartoon physics on the visual medium (that is catchlights, heart-shaped pupils, etc.) to such a great act of love at the risk--if not cost--of life, Star is in heart the perfect woman for me. The amazing talents of @cheyennecurtisart and Mercury Filmworks (of Wander Over Yonder, The Powerpuff Girls Movie and Mickey Mouse), plus Mercury’s @littledigits, @brettvaron and @brianwithanh made amazing contributions to Disney’s finest franchise yet! I wish that Joel Valentine and other sound creatives (among visual creatives) would contribute to SvTFOE, though.

These shows, cartoons, companies, studios, and assembled creatives are a part of what is arguably the empire of studios and cartoons, the studios of Walt Disney. For your inspiration and contributions, may God bless all of you for all of your days!

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heliads · 2 years

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thank you so much!! also i adore minho, thx for the request!

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