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sinnadreams · 2 years
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Mile w/his friends before leaving for WT
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Look at him having fun! Happiness looks good on Mile 🥰
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testosteronefag · 10 months
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i just thought of something...
tell me about your friend max in the tags and reblog for exposure yadda yadda
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As a scuba diver I can confirm how quickly a peaceful dive can turn scary; on a sea dive I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot to watch my oxygen gauge. Thankfully my buddy was there to let me use his air supply and take me to the surface.
What would the siren boys do if MC got into danger while diving, such as very low oxygen? Maybe MC was pulled by the current and drifted away from other divers? Would they help her or take advantage of the situation?
Sans: Her life entirely depends how serious the 'trouble' in question is.
He'll save her if it's a very easy problem for him to solve. Like... if she's near the surface but runs out of air, he can rush her up the last couple of metres. If she drifts away from her friends and is struggling hard against the current, he can loop her arms around his neck and swim her back to them. Things that are emergencies to her, but slight inconveniences to him, he'll help with - especially since saving her life is a very easy way to get a LOT of favour with her. He likes the way she looks at him after he saves her. Beautiful, breathless, exhausted, staring like for a moment she adores him as much as he adores her.
However... a more complex issue? He'd let her drown. Maybe she's too far away from the surface and taking her straight upward wouldn't be safe. Maybe she's entered a state of panic and is making things worse for herself and he can't convince her to hold onto him. Maybe, even, she's in trouble but she simply hasn't seen him. If she never knew he was there she wouldn't be upset he didn't help.
He'll watch. It's just a little bit of discomfort. Then? They can be together forever.
Red: Come on. It's our boy. Our respect women juice chugging world champ - of course he'll rescue her, no matter what.
Her dive buddies definitely recount the story to her. Red was goofing off like he always does, nipping and shoving people he doesn't like, making it clear he's the 'alpha' around here. But suddenly, something about him flips... something in his disposition instantly changes. He becomes completely serious, and beelines into the near distance.
... And it's only once he's with her that everyone else notices she's silently struggling. They wouldn't have known to help if Red hadn't drawn attention to her.
He acts silly and stupid. But he's always paying attention to his mate, even when far away, using his incredible senses to keep tabs. He can sense her heartbeat with his electroreception, hear her breathing in the regulator, smell her blood in her veins. He's much smarter than he acts, and if the situation gets messy, there's not much better help underwater than a massive aggressive shark who'll move mountains to keep her safe.
Skull: Surprisingly, he'll do his absolute best to save her.
You'd expect the big lug to be the one actively pulling her down. But Skull doesn't really have a plan, so to speak, with his beloved little diver, he isn't plotting her death like Sans. He just wants to be around her; he wants to court her, show her what a good mate he'll be, show her pretty rocks and gifts, win her love and pull her back no matter how many times she tries to swim away from him. So it doesn't really matter what's happening - if Skull sees her struggling, he just sees his mate in distress, and he wants to rescue her. He doesn't like seeing her in visible pain or terror.
He might be delayed in helping if she's under the effects of nitrogen narcosis, because that just makes you act silly and drunk, so he wouldn't actually know anything was wrong. But as soon as he notices something off (she takes out her regulator, passes out, etc) he'll do everything he can to save her. He's a good boy underneath all those scars and deadly tentacles.
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dwyntwo · 25 days
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I don't think in a modern world, the Crows would completely keep to themselves in a college setting like these weirdass Cullens the way it's often depicted.
Like yes, The Crows would be the core group, but let's be honest, Jesper and Inej would be friends with everyone. Jesper would be the type of guy you'd see sitting at every table, chatting and joking with all the guys and gals and being loved by everyone he comes across. He'd talk to the quiet shy people and try to make them feel included and he'd make everyone at his table laugh.
Inej would have deep and meaningful conversations with lots of other girls and try to get to know them in the most unbiased way possible, but her favorite topic would probably be different cultures, religion, food from different places from all around the world, social injustice and travels. When she doesn't have these sorts of discussions, she goofs off with her peers; often that's her crows, often that's Kaz, but often it's also other people. She's blunt and direct and maybe some people have an issue with that, but those aren't people she involves herself with. She trusted some of the girls with her story, which just makes them admire her even more for how strong she is.
Nina would be one of the most well-known and popular girls on the campus, but in a...controversial way. Like she probably wouldn't be as universally loved as Inej and Jesper because she's very...out there, people might think she's a bit radical, she knows how good she looks (and isn't afraid to show it) and has a sense of humor that is a little too direct. Lots of people would love her, but some would then talk behind her back. There would also be sexist dudes who think she's "too much" (sorry, Matty) and "an arrogant bimbo", and girls with internalized misogyny would say she's "too crass" and "trying too hard", but whatever room she enters, she always finds people to talk to.
Matthias would find a few buddies since he often can't relate to Kaz, Wylan and Jesper. He loves them, but the demon boy gets on his nerves occassionally (their peers still laugh about the time when he snapped at Kaz to "Shut up" after he sneezed) and the other two don't have ANY morals, ugh 🙄 His buddies don't even have to be religious; Matthias just wants some NORMAL friends, is that too much to ask? He'd also be liked by the girls as a "big brother" type figure because he looks out for them and often intently listens to conversations about why the girls always carry pepper spray around.
Wylan wouldn't really have that many friends, but his peers like him because of his "shock humor". Like, he's quiet and blushes easily, but then when someone says something stupid or offensive in class, Wylan will suddenly out of nowhere respond with the most witty, unhinged shit they've ever heard. Just for that, they respect him and make him part of their (well meaning) jokes. He's not "invisible", he's also not really "out there", but he's accepted as "one of them" and everyone talks fondly about him. They also accept the fact that he can't read and it probably even makes him more interesting to them.
Kaz (and I'm sorry, but I REFUSE to acknowledge that Kaz would wear a suit on campus. He'd wear a casual black shirt/hoodie and black jeans, fight me. Don't make him more obnoxious than he needs to be 😭 Also, his backstory stays the same!) would, surprisingly, also be liked by most people due to his dry sense of humor and his blunt way to put things. A bunch of others would be intimidated by him, but overall, he'd be one of the more popular ones. Maybe the fact that he's together with Inej has something to do with that, too. He gives off major "Idc who you are and what you've done, we're cool if you don't get on my nerves"- vibes. When the class doesn't know how to solve a task, he's the one they turn to. Kaz IS actually socially intelligent, he just chooses not to be in canon; I mean, the bitch is a theater kid, he can slip into any role, which speaks for his ability to empathize with others. In college he doesn't have much reason to act like a wet cat, so he doesn't. He's not exactly "friendly", he doesn't let anyone get too close, doesn't share anything personal and the "No touching rule" is something most people on campus are aware of, but he still likes to talk to other people and discuss things with them. His peers try to give him THE most difficult riddles they can find, hoping to find one he can't solve, and get frustrated when he knows the answer to all of them. Have I also mentioned that he's a magician? Like come on, people would eat that shit up! Yeah, he's moody, but he also lives for dramatics and performances. You're trying to tell me he WOULDN'T make coins appear and disappear just to see the looks on his peers' faces?
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schnuffel-danny · 10 months
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Jack somehow managed to talk Plasmius into giving him a “ghostly perspective” on some of his ideas in the lab, and as is customary with these two - they just ended up destroying some stuff on accident and goofing off... You know the drill, this is a part of my AU where Jack accidentally befriends a ghost who really reminds him of his old buddy.... for some reason....
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void-wolfie · 10 months
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Memorial Day
summary: You spend Memorial Day with your family and Jenna. However, the mention of your father brings back some unwanted feelings. [request]
pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!reader
words: 2.4k
tw: loss of a parent, brief mentions of drinking
a/n: hope this is okay anon, once I started writing it kind of just took a life of its own. I'm not super satisfied with it, but this is as good as it's gonna get right now, maybe I'll revisit the prompt one day if inspiration strikes.
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You slammed the can down on the table, wiping your mouth and chin with the back of your sleeve, "Beat that, losers! Woo!" You spun around, arms up in the air in victory. You noticed Jenna smiling at you from across the yard, watching you and the boys as she chatted with your mom and aunts.
Your older brothers bet that you couldn't beat them at shotgunning beer. Not only did you prove them wrong, but you were twenty bucks richer for it.
Memorial Day weekend. One of the few weekends of the year when your whole family would gather for a barbecue. The dads would grill out while the moms sat by the pool and chit-chatted, which gave the kids time to get into trouble goofing off. Uncle Mike would even go out and buy a bunch of fireworks to let off at the end of the day. All in all, your relationship with the holiday was very much love-hate.
The force of someone jumping on your back pulled you from your thoughts. Despite the lack of warning, you managed to hook your arms under a slender pair of legs as a set of pale, freckled arms wrapped around your neck.
"Ducky!" You shouted excitedly, greeting your younger cousin who was hanging off your back, "What're you doing back there, troublemaker?"
"I missed ya!" Your cousin, Devon was his actual name, hugged you a little tighter as you carried him.
"I missed you too, buddy,"
"Airplane?"
"Of course, hold on tight," you made sure to hold his legs tight before zooming around the backyard. You ran around the yard, making loops and different zigzags as he made little airplane noises behind you.
You didn't have to look behind you to know he was having the time of his life; his little giggles and shouts were confirmation enough.
You were twelve when Devon was born. He wasn't the biggest kid, always a little smaller than the other kids his age. But something about his scrappy attitude wormed its way into your guarded heart. He was by far one of your favorite cousins.
You slowed to a stop, breathing heavily after so many laps with Devon on your back. "I'm getting tired, Ducky. How about we rest for a little?"
"Okay," he chirped, hugging your back a little tighter, refusing to get off just yet.
You trotted back over to Jenna. She'd long ditched the conversation between your mom and aunts, instead choosing to watch you give Devon his piggyback ride, which he clearly adored.
You didn't miss the way Jenna's eyes followed you the whole time, watching as you carried Devon around, laughing and making airplane noises. You found it adorable how she couldn't take her eyes off you.
"Dev, you remember Jenna," You watched the way Jenna smiled at Devon. You noticed over the years she was always great with little kids, always knowing just what to say or how to act.
"Hi," Devon gave a shy wave, hiding behind your back as you still carried him.
"Hi, Devon," Jenna waved back to him. You could feel him smile as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
"Hey, Ducky, why don't you see if Trevor wants to go swimming with you, yeah?"
"Ok!" Devon hopped off your back and raced inside to find Trevor, another one of your cousins just a few years older than Devon.
You wrapped your girlfriend in your arms, kissing her before burying your face in the crook of her neck.
"I love you," You whispered, your lips lightly brushing against her skin.
"I love you too," she placed a chaste kiss on your temple, letting you relax in her arms.
"Get a room, you two!" One of your older brothers shouted, ruining your little moment of peace. Instantly all eyes were on you and Jenna; you couldn't help but shoot your brother a deadly look.
"Sure," you smirked, untangling yourself from Jenna, "just as soon as you get a girlfriend."
There were snickers and laughs from the adults. Everyone loved to pester your bother about when he was going to get a girlfriend of his own. He was, as you liked to word it, chronically bitch-less. You were ahead of him in the girlfriend department, and he was five years older than you. The glare he sent was enough to put you six feet under, but you'd gotten your retribution and that's all that mattered.
"Dinner!" Uncle Josh shouted from the patio, disappearing back inside to help dole out the food. In an instant, everyone headed inside, racing to get food while it was still hot and fresh.
"Alrighty, go dry off," You watched as your cousins made a dash for the pool steps, climbing out to go grab their towels.
They were the youngest of the family, Hailee and Kate, twins just a few years younger than Devon. "And don't run!" You yelled after them, making sure they made it inside without slipping on the wet concrete.
With the twins inside, that left everyone inside but you and Jenna in the pool and your mom by the patio table.
You didn't have any warning as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Even if you weren't the only ones outside, you wouldn't have to look to know who it was.
"Hey, baby," You interlaced your fingers with hers as she rested her chin on your shoulder.
"You're so good with your cousins, you know that?" She mused, watching the door where the twins had run off.
"Really?" She hummed, nodding the slightest, "Maybe, one day, we could have a little family of our own?"
You were nervous. You'd never really talked about the future before. The two of you were so caught up in the now, you hadn't stopped to think about it. But you knew more than anything you wanted to spend it with her... if she'd let you, of course.
"I'd really like that," You could feel her lips pressed against your shoulder blade, a smile a mile wide as she nestled against you.
"y/n," You looked up to see your mom by the edge of the pool, calling you over.
"Give me one second, love," You made sure to place a kiss on her hand before wading over to your mom, curious as to what she wanted to talk about.
"She's a good one." Your mom nodded to Jenna, who was watching the two of you with curiosity. "Be good to her."
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."
She nodded, smiling at you. You both knew you had meant what you'd said. You loved Jenna. You were utterly and completely enamored by the girl; you'd walk through hell and fight the devil himself for her.
"There's something your dad wanted you to have. I left it on your bed for you."
That confused you. What could he possibly want you to have? And why now? Why today of all days?
"I'm proud of you," She paused as if debating whether to say what she was thinking, "He would be so proud of you."
"Thanks, Mom," you tried not to choke on your words, unsuccessfully so.
You tried to ignore the lump forming at the back of your throat. Your chest tightened at the mention of your father, at the mention of how proud he'd be.
She smiled at you, placing a light kiss on your forehead before heading inside.
You took a deep breath, trying your best to quell that feeling in your chest. You could tell from the rock in your throat and the ache in your heart that you had maybe a minute at most before you would completely break down.
Jenna could sense the shift in your mood. Whatever your mom said upset you. Your head bowed as you stared at the ground, and your shoulders sagged.
Jenna made her way over to you slowly, not sure what to do. "y/n?"
You took another deep breath, rubbing your eyes in hopes she wouldn't notice the tears beginning to form.
"You, ok?" She reached out tentatively, placing her hand on top of yours.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." An obvious lie, but one she decided not to call you out on. "Um, there's something I need to go check, it should only take me a minute or two. Do you mind?"
"Of course not," she could tell you were upset, even though you were doing your best to downplay it.
You weren't one for vulnerability, often hiding your feelings behind a joke or a smile. Despite all the times she reminded you that it was ok not to be ok. If you were this upset, it must be important. "Do you want me to go with you?"
"Uh, I'd rather do it alone if that's okay with you. I can wait if you don't-"
"No, you should go. I'll be fine. I can hang out with Devon and the twins."
"You are the best, you know that,"
"I've been told a time or two," she joked, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.
"Ewwwww!" The two of you pulled away from each other, turning around to find Devon, Trevor, and the twins spying on you two with grossed-out looks.
Jenna was worried about you. After clambering out of the pool, you went into your room, and you hadn't come out since. You promised only a few minutes, but that was nearly half an hour ago.
"You should go check on her," The sentence pulled Jenna from her thoughts. She hadn't even noticed she'd been staring at the hallway leading to your bedroom door.
She was supposed to be helping your mom with putting away leftovers and cleaning dishes, even though your mom had insisted she'd be fine. She wasn't sure when that had turned into zoning out to think about you.
"I don't know," Jenna wrung her hands nervously, "She asked to be alone..."
Your mom stopped what she was doing, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"She didn't have it easy… growing up. We moved around a lot, and it's hard being the only girl out of four kids."
Jenna nodded, soaking up all the information. You'd talked about your childhood here and there, but not like this. You never really mentioned the nitty gritty details like moving around or how it was to have three brothers.
"What'd she tell you about her father?" Your mom asked. She wasn’t trying to poke or prod at your love life, but that didn't mean she didn't hold a genuine interest.
"Not much," Jenna spun one of the rings on her finger around, a nervous habit she'd picked up over the years, "Just that he was in the military, he'd passed away a few years before we met."
Your mom nodded. She didn't want to tell Jenna everything, that was for you to do in your own time. But that didn't mean she had to leave the poor girl in the dark.
"She's a lot like her father, those two were like two peas in a pod. She might seem tough and strong, but she's just a big teddy bear at heart."
Jenna didn’t know you were more like your father; she’d always just assumed you were more like your mom since you never really brought up your dad. The strong and tough part, though, Jenna had known for a while. You could definitely hold your own if it ever came down to it, but you really were one of the softest, most gentle people she knew. It was one of the many reasons she adored you.
"Just because she asks to be alone, doesn't mean she wants to be alone."
You were sitting crisscross on your bed, tear stains running down your cheeks as you looked at the items spread across your bed.
Your mom had left a letter and a box, no bigger than a shoebox, on your bed. The letter was a note from your dad, one he'd written before being deployed. It was one of those, "if you’re reading this, that means I'm gone" type letters. It was painful to read, bringing a new wave of tears each time you scanned the slanted cursive.
The box was a different story. It had some of his things from before he'd died. His dog tags, the army knife he always kept on him, a bunch of pictures of you and your brothers that he'd taken with him, and a few other things.
You stared at it all, everything splayed across the comforter of your bed. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and fall asleep at this point. All the crying had tired you out and your thoughts seemed to run in circles, coming back to the same thing again and again.
You didn't hear Jenna knock on the door. It wasn't till you felt the soft dip in the bed and her hand on your knee that you finally noticed her presence.
"What're you thinking about?" Jenna's words pulled you from your thoughts.
"My dad." You whispered, your voice a bit hoarse from all the crying, "It's not fair... It's not fair that he's gone, and I'm stuck here without him."
"I know, love," she gently pulled you into her lap, letting you bury yourself in her arms as the tears resurfaced.
The two of you stayed like that for a while. She rubbed small circles into your back with her thumb while you cried your heart out.
She hated that you had to go through this. She couldn't even imagine what it was like to lose a parent, one you were so close to at that.
She didn’t know much about your dad, but she could tell he was a good man. She wished she could've met him while he was still around.
It took a while, but eventually, you were out of tears to shed. But you didn't want to move, you just wanted to be with Jenna.
"You wanna lay down?"
You nodded, too exhausted for anything else. Jenna put the stuff back in the box gently, setting it off to the side, on your nightstand. You let her get comfortable on the bed before burying yourself back into her arms. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, your head nestled under her chin as she held you close.
Your mom would peek her head into the room a little while later only to find the two of you fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms. She tossed a blanket over the two of you before leaving, making sure to shut the door on the way out so you wouldn't be bothered.
a/n: this is my longest post yet, and there were so many details I cut out simply because they just felt out of place or weren't necessary. I mean, I could write a whole post on all the behind the scenes details I didn't include. anyways, I absolutely loved writing this family dynamic. Devon is adorable and I love his tiny ass.
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sourwolf-sterek32 · 4 months
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The Dirt (Your Version)
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Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.
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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Past child abuse, and of course, excessive alcohol and substance abuse.
A/N: More specific warnings will be added for certain chapters when required. I also just wanted to add in a quick disclaimer and say that through my research, Vince Neil's parents sounded like nice, decent people. However, this is a fanfic and for the purpose of this story and the plot, I am changing that.
Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover
Growing up, you always knew your big brother Vince had what it took to become a rockstar.
As kids, his favourite place other than the beach was the roller-skating rink where they held lip-synching contests. Vince would drag you there with his surfer buddy John and sign up every time. He'd dress up in flared pants, loud open button polyester shirts, wigs and other accessories he thought rockstars were supposed to wear and you'd help him.
It was during those lip-synching contests where Vince discovered his love for performing. He'd jump around on stage, goofed off, played air guitar and threw the microphone around. The crowd ate it up, and he always won. Always.
It wasn't long before the lip-synching turned into actual singing and your brother had a damn good voice even as a teenager. And not long after that he joined a band. Rock Candy.
It was during one of his performances with the cover band that his path to becoming a rockstar kicked off.
Vince was in the middle of singing his cover for My Kinda Lover on the small stage with his band. You'd sing as a backup singer for Rock Candy occasionally, but this song didn't require it, so you hung by the drinks table swirling your Jack and coke around in a solo cup and listened.
The drink was an important necessity every time Rock Candy performed because you weren't sure how you'd get through watching all those girls fawn over your big brother without it. They were practically throwing themselves on him whenever he performed and although you hated it, Vince absolutely lapped up all the attention from them.
There had been a few incidences where drunk girls got too handsy with him. Pulling at his clothes or jumping on stage just to touch him. One time a woman grabbed his scarf and literally pulled him down into the crowd of crazy females. By the time he managed to get back on stage, half his clothes had been torn off and that was when you stepped in and started ordering people out or breaking noses... usually the latter.
Most women treated your brother like a piece of meat. Like he was nothing more than a toy for them to play with and admire. And Vince, although he would never admit it, he didn't enjoy it all the time.
So, even when not on stage with him, you kept an eye on everything and that was when you spotted the three men.
They stood out amongst the crowd of young people dressed in the bare minimum while they wore leather and dark pants with their jet-black hair. You clocked them the second they walked through the crowd as people who shouldn't be here.
No way guys dressed like that would be interest in listening to Vince's cover band. So, what did they want? Trouble, probably.
You hung back eyeing the men cautiously before they began to make their way over to the drinks stand where you still were. None of them paid you any attention while you leant against the side of the table sipping your drink.
It wasn't like you blended in with the crowd here either, so you couldn't judge the strangers too harshly. Your own tight jeans and leather jacket might as well be a full body suit compared to the other girls crop tops and tiny shorts.
"His voice ain't bad." One of the men suddenly said speaking up for the first time since they got to the drinks stand.
"I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks." The other responded.
The three guys continued to watch your brother sing on stage while pointing and commenting quiet words that you couldn't quite catch.
Downing the last of your Jack and coke, you pushed yourself away from the drinks table and took a step to the side until you were blocking their view to the stage and folded your arms across your chest defensively.
"What do you guys want from Vince?"
The man in the middle holding a bottle of Jack Daniels instantly stood up straight sizing you up.
The older man to his right remained silent and looked over your shoulder back towards the stage seemingly bored by your presence, so you kept your attention focused on the middle guy whose gaze hadn't left yours, but he didn't seem like he was going to answer your question either.
"Don't make me repeat myself." You said bluntly.
His brows furrowed into a frown, the blankness on his expression twisting into annoyance but before he could say anything, the younger guy to his left spoke up.
"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"
That had your head snapping away from the middle guy instantly and the second you saw that goofy smile and long hair, realisation hit you like a truck.
Tommy Lee.
Well, shit. You weren't expecting to see him here.
You didn't recognise him earlier. His hair used to be lighter, but now it was black. It suited him though.
The last time you saw him was when you and Vince were living in his van about a year ago. So much had happened since then.
A smile broke out across your face which made Tommy's smile brighten further before he held his arms out a little hesitantly like he wasn't sure if a hug would be an acceptable greeting. If it was anyone else, no, a hug wouldn't be acceptable, maybe a handshake at the most, but this wasn't anyone, this was Tommy.
"Good to see you, Tommy." You said accepting the hug.
His long lanky arms instantly wrapped around your body tightly and you hugged him back, tucking your head against his chest and closing your eyes thinking back to the last time you had seen him.
Your father was a mechanic who worked for L.A. County repairing sheriff's cars. He had so many friends within the law enforcement department, he thought he could get away with anything... and he was right.
When he wasn't at work fixing cars or buddying up to the local cops, he was at home getting high and drinking. And the combination of drugs and alcohol made him mad. It made him angry. It made him abusive.
Your stepmother, Vince's real mother, wouldn't stand for your father's crap and they'd end up in screaming matches against each other. They'd yell, scream, cry and break things from the living room nearly every night.
Vince could always tell when the fighting was about to start, and once you got older, you saw the warning signs too before World War III erupted in the house. When you were little Vince would take you to his bedroom and lock the door while blasting music through his stereo so you couldn't hear the screaming and fighting. He'd make it fun and would use his hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and the two of you would sing and dance on top of his bed trying to forget about what was happening across the house.
When you got older and the fighting would start up, you'd both slip out his bedroom window and get away for a few hours until your father calmed down or passed out from drinking. But sometimes you weren't quick enough to get away.
Those nights were the worst because his anger would turn onto you and Vince.
Vince always took the blunt of his anger. He always tried to protect you from your father's rage and violence, but sometimes he couldn't.
You were eight years old the first time your father ever hit you. He was mad about something -staying up too late, not doing homework, playing music too loud, you couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway.
Your father was always in a terrible mood, the alcohol and drugs made him worse and at the slightest provocation he would take out his frustration on the nearest thing or person which was usually you, despite Vince trying his best to not let that happen.
Your father never outright said it, but you reminded him of the affair he had with another woman -your mother- the woman who dumped a baby at his perfect white picket fence home door with a single note.
'Your daughter, Y/N. I'm sorry'
Vince's mother had taken you in and raised you like her own without hesitation, despite your father wanting nothing to do with you.
You were 16 years old the last time he ever beat you... and the first time he nearly killed you.
"Just stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes on me." Vince practically begged while he sped down the road away from the hell you called home. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Stay awake."
You leant heavily against the passenger side door of the car while holding his scarf against the side of your head. The scarf had started off white but was now stained a bright crimson along with the collar of your shirt.
Blood was trickling down the side of your face from the deep gash on your forehead. The warm liquid sticking and matting in your hair as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
"N-no hospital. We can't afford it." You winced, tilting your head to the side to look at your brother, but even that slight movement felt like agony against your pounding head.
Vince clenched his jaw at your words, his hands tightening and untightening around the steering wheel as he drove, but he didn't argue because you were right. You had no money. And if you went to the hospital, they'd call your father, the very same man you were running from.
"We should go back." You whispered closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat behind you. "We have nowhere else to go."
"Hey, no, open your eyes. And we are not going back." Vince stated sternly while he reached over and shook your shoulder until you reluctantly opened your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to just sleep the pain away. "I'm not letting him anywhere near you again. Got it?"
"You can't protect me from everything, big brother."
"I can try."
Before you knew it, Vince was pulling up into the driveway in front of a decent looking house that you couldn't recognise.
"I'll be back. Don't fall asleep."
He was out the car before you could respond, and you watched through the windshield as he ran up to the house and knocked on the front door until a guy you recognised from high school answered.
"Vinnie, what up, dude?" Tommy greeted with a bright smile.
"I... we need a place to stay. Can we..." Vince trailed off while pointing towards a van parked along the side of the house.
"Who's we?"
Vince nodded over his shoulder to where you were sitting in the car holding the bloodied scarf to your forehead.
Tommy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and panic, "holy shit. Is she okay?"
"No. Not really." Vince admitted, emotion thick in his voice. "Can we crash in your van for a few days?"
"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.
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"I've missed you, dude." Tommy's voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts as the two of you pulled apart.
His eyes shifted to your forehead searching for the scar that he knew was hidden behind your hair. It seemed you weren't the only one who had been thinking back to the last time you saw each other.
"I'm in a band with these dudes." Tommy explained after a few beats of silence. "Guys, this is Y/N. She's Vince's sister. I was in the same grade as her in high school."
Both men nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, they turned their attention over your shoulder to where your brother was still performing in front of the crowd.
Seriously, what did they want from Vince?
"Yeah, Vinnie!!" Tommy cheered enthusiastically as the song came to an end.
"Thank you! We're Rock Candy!" Your brother shouted into the microphone.
"Shitty name."
You turned to glare at the older and very serious-looking man. Sure, you kind of agreed with him. Rock Candy wasn't a great name, but only you were allowed to insult your brother.
"Okay, seriously, why are you guys here and what do you want with my brother?" You questioned, the smile from seeing Tommy vanishing from your face as you got down to business.
"We're looking for a singer for the band." The one drinking Jack Daniels straight finally said.
"And who the fuck are you?"
His sea green eyes shifted back to you, looking you up and down briefly before meeting your gaze.
"Nikki Sixx."
You stared at him for a moment before nodding, "okay, Sixx. Why do you want my brother?"
Vince looked nothing like these guys. Your brother loved white. He'd wear that white t-shirt you had ripped up the sides of and sewn together with lace everywhere because it was his favourite. He had his hair dyed as white as he could get it and fluffed it until it added half a foot to his height. It was his style, and it was the opposite to these guys.
"He's fucking perfect, man." Tommy responded.
"He's pretty good. Got moves." Nikki admitted without answering your question.
Tommy suddenly darted off, pushing his way through the crowd to where Vince was now walking after finishing the last song. Nikki and the older guy didn't say anything else to you, so you didn't speak to them either while you watched Tommy and Vince embrace in a hug and chat for a few minutes before Tommy returned with his signature smile.
"He's in. I think."
You glanced back over to your brother across the crowd as he tucked the tape that Tommy had given him into his pocket without much thought because he was too focused on the blonde-haired woman chatting him up.
Nah, Vince wasn't in.
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Later that night, you found yourself sitting in the bed of your old Ford F150 truck parked on the beach away from humanity because it was quietest spot and best place to sleep.
Between your shifts at the diner downtown and Vince working as an electrician apprentice plus his small gigs with Rock Candy, it still wasn't enough to afford a house or apartment. Vince usually crashed in the bedrooms of which ever girl he was seeing that week while you slept in a sleeping bag in the back of your truck.
It wasn't so bad, especially this time of year. During winter it was harder, and you were going to figure something else out, but that was a few months away and a problem for later. For now, you were going to enjoy the peaceful beach and sound of waves crashing against the shore like a lullaby every night.
You laid in the bed of your truck staring up at the stars shimmering in the sky above you. The cool breeze was slowly starting to kick in, but not enough for you to grab a blanket out from under the front seat.
Something suddenly slammed against the tailgate of your truck causing you to bolt upright and reach for the pocketknife stashed under your pillow only to find your brother leaning against the side of your truck trying not to laugh.
"One of these days, I'm gonna actually stab you and I'm not even gonna be sorry." You warned pointing at him with the knife.
Vince rolled his eyes, "you shouldn't keep parking in the same spot. Creeps might start to notice."
"Oh, creeps like you?" You shot back causing Vince to glare, but there was no real heat behind it.
"I'm serious though. If some pedo realises a young girl sleeps out here alone, that little knife won't do much to stop him. You need a gun or something."
"I can't afford a gun."
"I can steal you one." He suggested.
"Please don't."
Vince snorted softly before pulling down the tailgate of your truck and sitting on it while overlooking the ocean that was lit up by the full moon shining brightly in the sky above it.
"What happened to your new girl? Her daddy kick you out?" You teased, referring back to a few weeks ago when a girl's father did actually kick him out and he ended up in the back of your truck keeping you awake with his snoring.
"Nah, her dad wasn't home."
You frowned a little at his words because if he hadn't been kicked out of the girl's house then why wasn't he sleeping in her comfy bed or at the very least, her couch?
"Tommy gave me this. Said to listen to it and call him." He pulled a tape out from his pocket and held it out towards you. "It's all I've been thinking about. I couldn't even get it up when I was in bed with her."
"Eww! Too much information, Jesus Christ." You swore taking the tape before jumping out the truck and opening the driver side door turning the key to accessories before inserting the tape into the stereo cranking the volume up.
You sat on the tailgate beside Vince while you listened to the music together on the beach where nobody could see or hear for miles.
It hurt to admit, but fuck, they were pretty good.
"This shits on Rock Candy, no offence." You commented and to your own shock, Vince actually nodded in agreement. "You gonna call Tommy and his sketchy friends to join their even sketchier band?"
"What do you think?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. He was going to call.
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A/N:
So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.
I recently saw Mötley Crüe during their last show of the World Tour in Melbourne (I am still pinching myself. It was the best night ever!) and seeing them in person literally kickstarted my obsession for them.
I grew up listening to my dad’s 80s music which obviously included Mötley Crüe. I still remember Girls Girls Girls blasting through the car on the way to school when I was 8. And although I’ve liked their music since I was a kid, I never really knew much about them beyond that.
But when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Mötley Crüe concert with him, I didn’t even hesitate.
I’ll be honest, I had never watched The Dirt before until Vince said during the concert that Mötley Crüe had made a movie and I googled it as soon as I got home.
After watching the movie and seeing them live in concert, I was hooked.
I bought their book The Dirt and binged it in 2 days (that is one hell of a rollercoaster to read) and now I’m literally typing this while wearing a Mötley shirt.
I won’t try and pretend to have been a Cruehead all my life because that isn’t true, but I am so incredibly glad that I have found this love for Mötley Crüe and I hope you all enjoy this fanfic xx
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bruciemilf · 3 months
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Been such a long time since I watched Sonic, but Sonic 2 revived my interest by offering me the one thing I cannot resist: A mediocre, goofy white man
Wade; It’s fucking Wade
I want him to become a guardian for Shadow in Sonic 3; Maybe Amy. And Cream.
I love the idea of Shadow, Sasuke fuckass clone, the OG edgy teen, being a good big brother to Cream. And his overall goof father.
Most of all, I am begging, let him be an absolute nightmare teenager. Wade isn’t exactly thrown, — coming from a family of 4 sisters equips you with a wide range of techniques on how to handle moody teenagers. He should know, given he was the moodiest.
“I want to watch that blue Buffon slowly die under my furious hands.”
“Oookay buddy! That sounds like big anger! Come on, we’re gonna take a walk and color in our angry diary, okay?”
Also?? Let Wade be such an embarrassing dad. I want him to cheer while Shadow fights someone, “YOU’RE DOING AMAZING, BUDDY!” and off screen, you hear Shadow’s voice slightly crack, “SILENCE AT ONCE! and stop taking my picture!”
Make no mistake Shadow is very protective of his earthling guardian. Sonic says Wade is perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
Shadow says he burned his hand when trying to snatch a pop tart from the toaster. “He is soft. And vulnerable. And weak. I can’t leave him. Not to mention. His pan— kakes are good.”
“…Pancakes?”
“Correct me again, and I tell your Earth Mother about you using her income for Net-flixe.”
Imagine being Tom and visiting Wade only to find him passed out on the couch with a spiky terror napping on his shoulder, with an alien toddler cuddled up between them.
You can’t say you’re surprised, — Wade always wanted kids.
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thatgirlstrawberry · 9 months
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Summer Sunkisses - Steve Harrington
In which Steve’s girlfriend meets the kids for the first time
Warnings:
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
not part of the upcoming Steve series
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Y/N was beyond anxious. It would be her first time meeting Steve’s “children” that he claimed to be his own.
The school year had just ended for the high schoolers and he was throwing a pool party at his house. Pretty much everyone was invited. The kids, his friends who came home from college, he invited a few of Y/N’s friends too just in case she became too overwhelmed with all of the new people.
Now, she was standing in his room, a pink and orange floral bikini paired with her skin. She held one of Steve’s white buttons ups to use as a cover up between her fingers. The material was soft under her fingers but that feeling was ignored because of the stinging on her bottom lip. She’d torn off a piece of skin with her teeth. She was looking down at the pool where people sat along the edge with drinks and food. The younger kids all sat around two lawn chairs with their own food and drinks goofing off.
“Hey beautiful, you ready to go down?” Steve asked when he walked into the room.
She turned around and inhaled deeply. “Uh…” She bit her lip again.
Steve’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh, baby you’re just prettier than a rainbow.” She smiled and walked closer as he did. His arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her hips into him. “What’s the matter?” He asked after studying her face.
Y/N studied his right back, the freckles of summer dotting his cheeks. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”
He gave her a bored look. “I know you, honey. C’mon spill it.”
She let out a breath and closed her eyes. “I’m nervous to meet them.” Steve tilted his head and kissed her cheek.
“My friends? Baby, there’s nothin’ to be worried about.” He sweeped a piece of hair behind her ear.
She nodded. “No, Steve. The kids! You said that a few of them are really hard to get on their good side and I don’t know if you noticed but I’m a very awkward person when it comes to new people and they’re not gonna like me too much and”Steve’s smile made her stop rambling. “What?”
“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He nodded. She rolled her eyes. “Listen, you’re perfect to me. And no doubt will the others think the same.”
The corners of her lips turned up as he softly grabbed her face and kissed her. He tasted like cherry popsicles and lemonade. “Now, come on. You’re awfully dry.” He chuckled. She smiled and let him take her hand to lead her out of the house.
When they got to the pool, the music was loud, the people were loud too. She smiled at the people who greeted Steve, they nodded at her, some introduced themselves.
Then they made there way over to where the kids were sitting. Her grip on Steve’s hand tightened and they all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the two. “Whoa.” The one who she assumed was Dustin breathed out.
Steve glared. “Henderson, I swear to God.” He shook his head. “Everyone this is my girlfriend, you’ve all heard—“
“Yeah, because you talk about her 25/8, Steve.” A girl with red hair, Max, spoke with a smile. She stood up and introduced herself. “I’m Max.” She held her hand out and Y/N shook it. She introduced herself properly.
The other girl smiled with her hand in Mike’s. “Hello, I’m El.” She looked at the boy next to her. “This is Mike, my boyfriend.”
She smiled and waved awkwardly. Will introduced himself with a soft smile. Lucas did too.
Dustin stood up, hands on his hips and a what he thought was charming smile. “I’m Dustin. I must say, I have no idea how Steve managed to woo you because you are gorgeous and look at him—“
“Yeah, you’re on paper thin ice, buddy.” Steve kissed his teeth. The girl next to him giggled and shook her head. “Anyway, you little shits have a good last day of school?” It was yesterday when they all became Sophomores.
They all nodded and they fell into a conversation and Steve mischievously looked around with a smirk on his face. His girlfriend was still talking to the kids. He noticed that she still had on his button up. He slowly took it off of her somehow without her noticing.
She then felt the burning heat of the sun on her shoulders and suddenly Steve’s arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her off the ground. She squealed, a smile on her face as he neared the pool. “Oh, you’re gonna get it, Steve—“ She scream when he jumped into the pool with her held against him.
When she was submerged into the water, his grip never loosened. Once they stopped going down, she opened her eyes. The chlorine stung at first but she saw his blurry smile. In slow motion he leaned forward and kissed her. She didn’t care that her lungs were screaming for air.
Her legs wrapped around him as he swam up and broke the surface. The sound of the laughter and music started up again and she smoothed her wet hair back out of her face as she giggled. “You’re in trouble, mister.”
“What? I told you that you were awfully dry.” He shrugged with a sultry smirk. She rolled her eyes and gave him another kiss.
People all around whooped and hollered. Her face burned as she pulled away. “How hard was meeting the kids?” He asked.
She reluctantly shrugged. “It wasn’t.”
Steve nodded. “See, I told you. You’re perfect. They love you.”
She giggled. “Especially Dustin.”
“That little shit is gonna try to steal you from me before summer’s out I swear.”
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Ahh okay something different! This is kinda nerve racking bc I haven’t ever written for Steve! I hope you liked this and let me know if you want more like this!
Also, the next chapter of Sick Surprise is in the works so don’t worry!
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delimeats-000 · 5 months
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Just the Editor - pt. 2
summary: chris comes to get his sweater back after the edit session him and the reader had.
warning: idk, shit writing
requested.
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(two days after pt 1)
he’s all i can think about. his lips on mine ad i sit in his lap. what i wouldn’t give to be that close again. im scared to call, what if he’s not really interested? maybe im just another girl that he can fuck and dip.
i don’t want to be that.
fuck this, im just gonna call. i gotta play it cool though.
“ok” i say outloud to myself, in my shitty one bed apartment.
RING RING
RING RIN-
“Yo.”
that was fast.
“Hey chris.”
“Sup, goof?”
“I uh, I still got your sweatshirt. I dunno if you want it back or whatever.”
“Uh if you want to keep it that’s cool.”
“Nah im good you can have it back.”
does he want me to keep it?
“Oh, ok.” he sounds disappointed, “Should i come by and get it right now?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Alright send your lo and i’ll be there.”
“K, bye.”
i hang up before i could get a response.
that was awful, i feel awful. maybe he does like me. maybe im just overthinking it. no he could have literally anyone. he’s not gonna like some editor.
an hour goes by and i hear a knock at my door. i grab the sweatshirt and take it with me to the door expecting him to take it and leave, as i open the door i realize i was wrong.
“Hi.” his voice is gentle, he seems nervous.
“Hey?” i look down he’s holding bags of chick-fil-a.
“Can i come in?”
“Oh right, yeah.”
he walks in right by me with a faint smile. “I didn’t know what you liked so i got a few things.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem.” he pauses for a minute, i can tell he has something to say. “I uh, im sorry for the other day.”
i knew it, i knew i was just another fuck buddy.
“Oh it’s cool, i get it.”
“Get what?”
“You just needed to get off, right?”
“No. No, not at all.” he seems kinda offended. he looks down before continuing. “I like you, a lot. I thought that you’d get weirded out or some shit if i told you and in the heat of the moment i thought you liked me too.”
“Oh.”
that’s all i could manage to say.
“Look im sorry, ill just go home.” he starts to stand up but then i grab his hand and pull him back down towards me.
“Dont go. I like you too chris. I just dont want to be a booty call.”
“Never. I want you, only you.”
“Chris, im just the editor. You gotta know that im not special.”
“You are tho, you’re so sweet and pretty and ever since the other day your lips are all i can think about.” he grabs my face with both hands and pulls me closer to him. “I’ve always been scared of relationships, but for you, i want to try. I want you all to myself.”
“Ok.” i smile and hold his hands that still rest on my face. he leans in and kisses me.
“FUCK YEAH!”
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pt 1, love you🫶
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angel-of-the-moons · 1 month
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How would Poe react if you sewed something for him? 👉👈 idk what, something nice or something silly. I think he'd appreciate it and I feel like he might be someone who's always giving gifts to ppl and no one thinks to get him anything.
Made With Love
Poe Dameron x Reader
TW/CW: None! Fluff!
A/N: As someone who sews a lot (sometimes by hand when I need to calm down) this is something I'd totally do askbdlsh
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You cursed as the needle slipped and pricked your finger, bright blood welling up in a tiny pinprick before you squeezed what your boyfriend designated your "blood-sponge".
It was just a spare chunk of fabric you sterilized every time you began sewing, because stabbing yourself with the thin little metal slivers was always inevitable. You had more callouses from hand-stitching and embroidering than you did working on fixing consoles and electronics.
You were an analyst, not just the person who repaired the much-needed tech for the Resistance.
A battle analyst, statistical analyst, a "tech jockey" some called you--but many simply knew you as Poe's "partner in crime" as you oversaw many of his flight missions and dogfights.
You tied off the last stitch and held the fabric up to the light.
Poe's last scarf had gotten torn to tatters in a cantina brawl; so, the next time you were planetside, you hit a local market and scored some nice fabric to knit him a new one. It was a wonderful pass-time for you, especially if you were stressed out. The repetitive motion of seeing and embroidering soothed your mind enough to relax. Once, Poe had even caught you passed out with a half-patched shirt clutched in your hands, your head lolled back on your chair, the angle making you snore loudly.
Poe actually had BB-8 snap a holo of it. He still says it's his favorite holo he has of you--completely relaxed and at peace. (Although the pain in your neck was awful when he picked you up and laid you in his bunk.)
The scarf you had made Poe this time had the Resistance emblem embroidered in bright colors to match his flight suit, as well as a tiny BB-8 next to it.
Just then, the voice of one of the air traffic monitors buzzes through your comm; "Hey, tech jockey. Your boyfriend's squad is back. If you high-tail it now, you'll be able to make it to the hangar before they land."
You grin and jump to your feet, folding the scarf and stuffing it in one of your deep back pockets as you made a mad scamper, scrambling to lace your boots back up to make your way to the hangar.
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"Poe!" You giggle excitedly, shouting across the hangar as the mechanics carefully extract BB-8 from Poe's X-Wing.
Poe turns to you with a grin, spreading his arms wide as you throw yourself into them; his thick limbs wrapping around you in a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around with a very nice welcome-home kiss. May have had a bit too much tongue on his part, but you were just happy to have him back and be in his arms once more.
BB-8 trills at you as he sets you down nudging your leg affectionately, and you reach down to pat the little mech's cranium. "Awww, hey lil buddy! I missed you too!"
Poe grins again and slips an arm around your waist, his dark eyes glimmering mischievously. "So... How's the best analyst in the Resistance been doing since your handsome boyfriend has been doing suuuuper important scout work, eh?"
You roll your eyes and snort. "The usual, you goof. I've actually had a bit more downtime, lately. General Organa actually smacked me on the head and told me to go and get some rest when I overworked myself."
"Oooh, not surprised there. She's scary when you don't do what she says." He snickers, kissing your cheek again. "Anything else?"
You gasp, remembering your present, and fish it out of your fatigues. Poe tilts his head curiously at you, then, as you pull out the scarf.
"Here! I finished it today!" You chirp proudly.
Poe takes the scarf with his eyebrows raised high, holding it up to examine it. He grins when he spots the little bits of embroidery you did for him; BB-8 beeping happily and bumping into your shins affectionately when he spots his likeness in the fabric.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it?" He says, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing tightly. At his expression, you feel a lump of anxiety well up in your throat.
It is quickly quashed when he grins once more, his eyes lighting up as he slips the scarf over his head and hangs it from his neck, flicking the edge over his shoulder and striking a dramatic pose.
"How's it look? C'mon, tell me. Does it bring out my eyes?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet I can use it as a disguise!"
You clap your hands and laugh, "Poe... How would that even work?! People can still see your face!"
He pulls up the edge of the scarf and covers up the lower half of his face and nose, but you can still see his lips peek out from the fringe.
"Not if I hold it like this!" He says.
You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, "You're not funny, Flyboy."
"Heyyy! I'm adorable." He argues humorously, wagging his eyebrows once again. "And handsome, and talented, and--"
BB-8 cuts him off with a dismissive trill, tweeting as his antennae bob.
"You're right." You nod at the little astromech. "He is full of himself, too."
Poe clutched his proverbial pearls, gasping in offense at the two of you.
"Ow! Whose side are you on?!"
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Hi! I noticed that your request are open and was wondering if you could have human/gnreader get really hurt by a bad guy or smth and their turtle s/o (pre relationship or not, you chose) reaction? Like reader gets held to the wall by the neck, gasping for life?
Anyways I hope you're having a good time! Thanks!!!
-noodle🍜
Second angst request man y'all in the Halloween spirits !! I love it :D
Difficult situation
Rottmnt turtles boy x gn human reader
Summary: when you get hurt/pinned down by a bad guy pre relationship
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Raph
.You and Raph we're just coming back from shopping at the mall for some new plushies for Raph's room . It had gone well! Both of you enjoyed his goofing off and trying to figure out was the most softest of plush to add to his collection.
. On the way to the lair it happened ghost bear had somehow find Raph once again and wanting to make the snapping turtle pay for ruining his career he went directly for you
. And by that he slammed himself on you before just slowly crushing you with his foot on your back slowly suffocating leaving you gasping and struggling for air.
. "Oh looks like turtle friend is so weak ghost bear didn't even need to use his signature moves~" the villain taunted squeezing your chest with more applied pressure.
. You whined out in pain gasping looking at Raph with pleasing eyes before coughing up blood when a loud crack filled the air from one of your lungs and ribs probably breaking.
. Oh did that turtle snap after hearing that horrifying sound and to see you in such a state of fear and pain that was way too much for him.
. he went all weird raph on ghost bear and didn't hold any punches back on his favorite wrestling celebrity . He made sure that ghost bear was black n blue like a newspaper on noon and out cold.
. He got even worse when he noticed you had fallen unconscious during the fight your eyes open and staring at the air in a cold looking daze with blood dribbling down your chin to the ground .
. Once he snapped out he quickly ran over to your side and picked you up with the utmost care in the world afford of hurting you further from your injuries.
. He then quickly ran off to the lair to get you all patched up by Leo and Donnie who had to double team together to get you stable.
. Watching you rest there on the bed with a oxygen mask over your face to aid you in breathing. He vowed you wouldn't ever get hurt
. The thought of seen you the person he's Been falling in love not there for him ? It hurts really bad worse then loosing his family.
. He held your hand as you slept laying his head over your lap carefully "love you y/n...I promise no one gonna hurt you while I am around .." he whispered out smiling softly when you squeezed your hand around his as a sign you heard him.
. Only to blush heavily as you opened your eyes grinning softly "heh love you too buddy " you whispered out kissing at his hand that you brought up to your face.
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Leo
.You were heading to me Leo at the movies since there was a Jupiter Jim movie playing and Leo wanted to introduce you to his and his bro's favorite series.
. The movie wasn't bad ! You both had fun laughing at some comedic part of the movie , the action wasn't that bad in your opinion Lou jitszu movies were better.
.on the way home after having a bit of a popcorn fight in the theater room with Leo. You both talked about your favorite scene and what would you do if you were in the movie.
."honestly I be the side kick but I would be rebellious to get it to jim head he doesn't need to be doing all the work " you said with a smug grin.
. "You do make a good side kick but rebellious? Come on y/n you don't got a rebel bone in you !" Leo replied laughing softly when you scoffed and shoved him laughing as well playfully smacking him which he looked away and skillfully dodged.
. While you two were laughing you were suddenly yanked into the shadows of an alleyway with a surprised yelp "Leo!!". Before gasping out a strangled breath of air when a metal band wrapped around your neck. Along with some chains on your arms and legs.
. Turning his head to you his eyes widened as he gave Chase trying to find you as he heard a familiar magician evil laughter "hypno!! Release them !" He demanded as he grabbed his katanas.
. "Oh looks like I've been busted but not to worth the show will still run !" Hypno replied as he took a sharp turn into a building laughing more evilly.
. Chasing in the hippopotamus mutant Leo skid to a stop gasping in horror as he saw hypno holding you over a box filled with water a single trap door lid on it that was wide open.
. With a smirk hypno had dropped you in the chains having been heavy enough to drag you down. With a snap of his finger the lid shut and locked causing you to have to hold your breath and thrash in the chains to try and escape.
. "Now the show can begin !" Hypno announced as he smirked getting his rings out and fighting with Leo who was desperately trying to find a way to free you.
. It wasn't till you couldn't hold your breath anymore and gasped for air when Leo really started to panic and get angry.
. To cut the fight short and literally Leo was able to trick the magician mutant into falling into one of his portals allowing him to run over to the glass tank you were stuck in.
. Slashing at the cage he quickly caught you as the glass broke and water poured out. Slashing at the chains he ran over to a clear spot with no glass and was quick to do CPR and make sure your lungs were cleared out.
."come on y/n you can do this ! Pls don't go " he begged as he felt his heart wrench cursing himself mentally as his slow Brain finally registered some feelings he had for you.
. Taking in a deep breath he did the mouth to mouth technic trying to and bring you back his hands lightly trembling around your face.
. Pulling away slowly he felt like a life time passed till you coughed up some water and tried to sit up. "y/n oh thank the pizza supreme in the sky !! " He cried out pulling you into a small kiss and hug.
."l-leon I love you to b-uddy but pls my lungs " you wheezed out flinching in pain making the blue turtle apologize and hold you more gently.
.once you relaxed from the near death experience you just leaned on Leo tired and cold shivering and shaking. Removing some of your clothes Leo handed you his hoodie and pants he wore to try and warm you up till he gets you to the lair.
. He mentally made a promise to you that he'll keep you safe no matter what for he loves you too much to see you go.
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Mikey
.you and Mikey had just gotten back from grocery shopping for the lair since the fridge needed restock
. On the way back you both talked about meals you could improve on making or playfully acting as chefs you watched on TV.
."I do say this sauce is most delicate" you spoke up wiggling your non existent mustache earning a giggle from Mikey.
. "I do have to agree such a fine sauce needs a touch of salt and herbs tho " he added with a bright smile sending you wheezing a laugh out.
. " I would rather say the Sauce would go good with human roast and turtle stew " meat sweat spoke up as he strikes.
. You two didn't have time to react when he did you getting trapped in his large hands by the neck.
.Mikey was quick to grab his Kusari-fundo from his belt and was quick to try and free you from meat sweat.
. Said villian laughed and dodged as he kept a tighter hold on your neck squeezing very painfully.
. You thrashed and did your best to try and struggle free but your vision was getting cloudy.
. Mikey was terrified when you went limp eyes rolling back from the lack of oxygen with skin tinting pale a bit.
. He was quick to attack land a good hit on the mutant pig right between the eyes and to the groin. Yes a dirty move but it worked on making meat sweat run off squealing in pain.
.running over to your side he rolled you over to your back panicking as he saw your chest not moving.
.performing CPR was the most nerve wracking thing he did and all the while he felt he was loosing someone he really cared for.
.it clicked he had feelings for you and he was about to cry when he stopped doing the work his arms tired from the chest compressions he did.
. A loud gasp made him help and jump back when you finally wretched in air into your lungs. After words coughing a bit of storm with a soft pained groan.
. Like a flip of the switch Mikey was on you crying and hugging you telling you how much he loved you and never wanted to get hurt.
. All you could do was gently pat his back and tell him "love you to Mikey now pls my throat still hurts " with a soft wheeze.
." Oh right sorry ! Let get you the lair to get checked " the young turtle replied blushing as he smiled softly at you promising himself to protect at no matter the cost.
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Donnie
. You both had been at the science convention that was held in town trying to find some good tech for his lab.
.for you just some tech for your room to keep it lit and fitted to your tech core theme room along with to impress Donnie.
. You both were having such a blast and fun testing out new and improved stuff from different booths and stands.
.just generally having fun till the purple dragons showed up said group caused the fair to get closed earlier and to cause a mass panic.
. You had to cover for Donnie as he waited for his extra battle shell to arrive on the spot along with giving him time to hack the tech the purple dragons hacked.
. You were doing fine using your custom Lazer gun to keep the purple dragons at bay but you had let your guard down.
. A skeleton like robot design to capture someone and slowly crush them had somehow snuck up on you.
. Said device had a deadly grip on you forcing your arms to be pinned by your side , legs locked into the robot's own. With your head locked in a downward looking position.
.Donnie went pale when he heard a loud snap come from you followed by a pained scream and he was quick to grow angered when he saw the purple dragons laughing over your fallen pained body.
.the robotic exoskeleton had snapped one of your bones In your chest from it's slow painful squeeze. Your body screaming in pain as you tried to wiggle out to escape the deadly trap.
. When his battle shell finally arrived and his tech bo Donnie did not hold back mercy he sent the purple dragons flying like team rocket from Pokemon.
. And he was quick to go to your side apologizing and cradling you close as you cried in pain and fear of almost dying.
. Hacking into the exoskeleton he was able to free you from it and get you to the hospital where your wounds were treated.
. You slept more easy thanks to the medication and with Donnie beside you holding your hand lightly.
. Watching you sleep he made a vow to never let you be hurt or in pain in that moment understanding he had fallen for you. The thought of loosing was a horrible grut wrenching feeling .
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Yo so like, r u ok writing for Peter Parker?? If so, could you write a Peter x Male Reader where the reader is both a charmer and peter’s ultimate hype man (sorry Ned). Around prom season, Peter asks the reader for help to ask his crush to the prom, and the reader is sadge bc he thinks it’s MJ. Slight chaos and maybe some nervous gay boy stuff ensues??
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Yes, I'd love to write for Peter Parker! (And because you brought up Ned I'm assuming it's Tom Holland's Peter.)
Also, I'm in love with this prompt <3
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Requested by: Anon
Peter Parker x Male!Reader
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Peter was at his locker, talking to Ned about his Lego death star, when (Y/N) approached his locker. Peter closed it and raised his eyebrows at (Y/N), while Ned jumped in shock (neither had seen him approach but Peter's spidey-senses- or should I say "Peter-Tingles"- came in handy).
"Are you guys planning a Star Wars marathon without me?" (Y/N)'s jaw dropped with a betrayed look on his face, hand to his heart. "What happened to the brotherhood?"
Ned snorted and Peter laughed, turning to walk down the hallway.
"We were gonna' invite you anyways, (Y/N), we always do," Ned reassured, giving in to his teasing.
"Good. So, whaddya' say, Pete? Star Wars at your house this Friday?" (Y/N) asked, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder and smiling at him as they walked.
Clearing his throat quietly, Peter nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."
"It's a good thing too, because I need help studying for this chem test coming up, and I was wondering if you'd help me?" (Y/N) asked him, hand still on his shoulder.
In truth, (Y/N) was barely getting by in chemistry for a reason. It's not that he wasn't smart enough or that he wasn't putting in the work- it was that he was sat next to Peter and couldn't stop looking at him. Trying to goof off with him in class was one of (Y/N)'s favorite pastimes, and what got them in trouble the most.
This gave him an excuse to beg Peter desperately for help with his homework, therefore getting to spend more time with him. It was a solid plan in his mind.
"For sure! Studying and then Star Wars, sounds like the perfect Friday," Peter said back, always too nice (or too love-struck) to say no to (Y/N).
Ned looked between them, realizing they were doing the smiling-at-each-other-for-too-long thing, and coughed to get their attention.
(Y/N) and Peter both looked over at him and Ned smiled, "So, got any dates to prom yet?" It was meant to be a joke, the three of them in the "nerd" clique, even though realistically they were all very attractive and much more than just nerds. (Considering one of them was the web-slinging super hero, they were much more than just smart.)
"Nope," (Y/N) and Peter said in unison, laughing together.
"What about you, Ned?" (Y/N) asked back, and Ned shook his head like it was a joke he was even asking.
"Who'd wanna go out with me?" Ned asked a bit glumly, thinking he was the unattractive one in their friend group.
"Well, I have an idea." (Y/N) winked at him and pointed down the hallway. A girl named Darla, who they'd gone to school with since elementary, noticed she'd been caught staring and blushed, turning back to her locker quickly.
Ned stuttered for a minute, his face heating up. "No, she must've been looking at one of you-"
"Dude, she's been in love with you since the eighth grade!" (Y/N) insisted, moving between Peter and Ned and throwing his arm over Ned's shoulder. "I bet you twenty bucks that if you ask her out she'll say yes."
Shaking his head in doubt, Ned stuttered again, before giving up.
"She'll probably be asked out by the captain of the football team or something- that's always what happens with the cheerleaders."
"Oh, come on buddy. You've got a chance, you're the only one that doesn't see it," Peter insisted.
"She knows me because I help her with her calculus homework..."
"Just try. If not, what's the worse that can happen?" (Y/N) asked nonchalantly.
"I'll get humiliated."
"Or she could say yes," Peter countered.
"Fine, I'll do it if you guys leave me alone about it."
"That's all I ask." (Y/N) held his hands up in surrender. Then he turned to Peter and they fist bumped.
Once they got outside Ned split off, going his own way home while (Y/N) pulled out his skateboard. Happy waved from the limousine at Peter, letting him know that he was here to take him to Tony.
(Y/N) let out a low whistle, looking at the limo. "Nice ride, Parker. Perks from the internship?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, Mr. Stark sends Happy to pick me up when its more urgent." Technically it wasn't a full lie, he'd usually only get picked up by Happy if it involved emergencies.
"Well, drive safe. Text me if you need anything, or just if you're bored." (Y/N) pulled Peter into a hug, patting his back and putting down his skateboard.
"See you tomorrow!" Peter patting him back before watching him skate off, looking back to Happy. As he approached the door opened, and his jaw dropped as he saw Tony.
"Was that your boyfriend?" he teased, glasses at the end of his nose.
"Oh! Mr. Stark, I didn't know-"
"Hop in kid, we've got places to be."
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Knocking on the Parker's apartment door, (Y/N) played with the colorful box in his hands.
May opened it, smiling when she saw who it was.
"(Y/N)! It's such a pleasure to have you, Ned and Peter are in Peter's room." May pulled him into a hug and (Y/N) returned it, smiling at the comfort he got every time he was welcomed into their home.
"Thanks, May. Here, my mom made you those cupcakes you like." He held out the box and May gasped, her smile getting brighter.
"Oh, that woman..." she shook her head in amusement. "Tell her thanks! Now I've got to make her that pasta she likes so much."
(Y/N) laughed and patted May's shoulder before making his way to Peter's room.
"Happy Friday boys!" (Y/N) announced as he walked into his room.
"You said that this morning," Ned commented laughing as (Y/N) slung his backpack to the floor.
"No, this morning I said 'It's Friday'. This time it's happy," (Y/N) corrected with a smirk, sitting down on the floor with Peter and Ned.
"Don't forget, it's not just Star Wars it's also studying," Peter reminded with a laugh, pulling his books out of his backpack.
(Y/N) let out a dramatic groan, clearly joking, because he didn't mind what he did as long as he got to hang out with his friends (especially Peter).
About half an hour into studying, Ned left to use the bathroom and Peter and (Y/N) started talking.
"You've asked people out before, right (Y/N)?"
"Yeah, why? You got someone in mind?" MJ was (Y/N)'s first guess. (Y/N) had seen how he looked at MJ and wished it was him instead.
Peter, on the other hand, was only thinking of (Y/N). He was extremely handsome and charming, always jokingly flirting with Peter- but no matter how smart he was, he was oblivious to Peter's obvious attraction to him.
"Uh, yeah, I do. I was wondering if you could help me ask them out to prom? Just like, give me tips or something on how to impress them..." Peter nervously chuckled as he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, sure! But I'm not sure there's much I can say to help. You're a really great guy Peter, and anybody would be lucky to have you. I know everyone says this, but just be yourself and depending on the reaction you get it'll tell you if they're the right person for you or not." (Y/N) shrugged, not really sure what else to say.
Peter nodded, trying to figure out how to impress (Y/N). "Should I get them flowers? Or make one of those 'promposal' signs?"
"I always thought those signs were kind of tacky, but if you think they'll like it then I think you should go for it. And I think the flowers are a nice idea..." (Y/N) tried to give him a smile, but he didn't think it looked very confident. It hurt, not knowing if he liked (Y/N) back- but it hurt worse knowing he liked someone else.
"Okay. Okay, I'll bring them flowers. What kind do you think I should get?"
Just then, Ned walked back into the room, stopping hesitantly in the doorway as if he'd interrupted something.
"Hey, Ned," (Y/N) greeted, smiling at him.
"What's up?" Ned asked, still not sure if he should sit back down or not. He considered making an excuse about asking May for snacks or something, but they weren't giving him any clear signs that he wasn't welcome in the conversation.
"Just talking about asking people to prom," Peter responded with a shrug, going back to his homework.
"Peter was wondering what flowers he should get for his crush," (Y/N) gained back some confidence with the joke, nudging Peter playfully.
"Oh?" Ned asked, eyebrows up as he retook his seat on the ground, looking between the two. He noticed their behavior and realized it was going to be weird for a while- and that he couldn't say anything. He held back a sigh at that thought.
"Yeah, what kind do you think I should get them, Ned?" Peter asked as (Y/N) started twirling his pen in his hand.
"Who're they for? Everyone has favorite flowers, right?" Ned thought aloud, looking through his notes.
"I say roses. Everybody likes roses," (Y/N) concluded, nodding as he talked.
The boys went back to studying (and eventually Star Wars).
...
Monday morning's were always rough, and prom was that Saturday so everybody was buzzing (much to (Y/N)'s annoyance).
Closing his locker with a yawn he turned to walk to his first class, chemistry with Peter, just to be jump scared by said boy.
"Woah! Peter, hey. Gave me a heart attack," (Y/N) mumbled as he clutched his chest, his breathing ragged.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." Peter looked sheepish as he gulped down his nerves.
"Are you okay? You look really... sweaty." That's when (Y/N) noticed the roses in his hand and his mood dropped. "Oh, you must be nervous to ask out your crush, huh?"
Peter nodded, taking in a deep breath.
"Yeah. I just hope he says yes." And he held out the flowers with a almost scared looking smile.
"(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?"
His jaw hit the floor, eyes wide with confusion and shock. He never thought in a million years Peter would ask him out, much less over MJ, who was watching from her locker next to his with a smirk.
Truth is, Peter knew that MJ and (Y/N) shared an art class and were friends, so he asked her for advice. That's what led to the awkward study conversation, and the roses in front of (Y/N)'s face.
"Wait- what? Really?" (Y/N) asked, searching Peter's face for any hints of a prank or deception. "You're shitting me, right Parker?"
Peter just shook his head, heart racing a mile a minute.
"You said roses, so I got you roses. I'm sure if you knew I was meaning you you'd have said another kind of flower but I couldn't figure out how to ask you what your favorite flower was without giving myself away-" Peter rambled, fumbling with the paper around the bouquet of roses.
(Y/N) put his hand on Peter's fumbling one and smiled at him, "I'd love to go to prom with you, Peter. I love the roses- and I'm so glad you didn't make one of those stupid poster boards."
The boys broke into somewhat relieved laughter and Peter pulled him into a hug.
That's when they remembered that they were in the middle of a highschool hallway. Everybody was staring at them, and both of their faces were shades warmer than before.
Ned, always the loyal friend, stepped in.
"Darla!" he all but shouted through the hallway, everybody's attention going to him. He was holding a singular tulip in his hand and was sweating bullets. "Will you go to prom with me?"
Some kids started laughing, but they turned into gasps as Darla nearly squealed as she nodded her head, her curls bouncing with her movement.
"Yes, Ned! I'd love to!" She hugged him, while he just stood there in absolute astonishment. His original plan was to pull attention away from his best friends by being humiliated, not by pulling the most beautiful and talented girl in the school.
(Y/N) started clapping and hollering, Peter soon joining him.
Then the bell rang, and everybody started going to their classes.
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"I still can't believe that happened," Ned whispered from Peter's carpeted floor, staring up at the ceiling in amazement.
Peter and (Y/N) sat on his bed, putting together the Lego death star shoulder to shoulder. They'd steal looks at each other every once in a while, blushing at their newfound romance.
When they watched a movie with May later that night they held hands and shared a blanket, and all May did was smile at them when she noticed.
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Yippee!!!
Not as chaotic as I'm sure you were hoping, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.
Thank you anon! I hope you liked it.
-Author Max <3
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Art I commissioned from @blaque-pen! This is a scene from Chapter 9 of Dog Daze. Adrien's being utilized in yet *another* ad campaign by his father. 'Archangel' this time. His well intentioned inviting of his study-buddy Sabrina along, and subsequent goofing off while Bob Roth is arguing with the labor crew, leads to unexpected consequences. Sabrina finds out it's kind of terrible being a normal person dating a celebrity... especially when you aren't even dating them!
Link to the fic on AO3 in my bio (along with others)
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Hi Slug!
Could you translate positive my life, please? 🥺🥺
Hello Slug. I hope this finds you well but may I ask if you may be able to translate Hifumis solo, “ポジティブ my life” from the Block Party album? Thank you very much.
Sure thing! Under a cut for length.
The playful tone is crucial to the source, so a similar goofiness is present in the translation. With that said, I'm not adding anything extra for silliness. Some light fluffing on vague lines to convey (what I'm understanding as) the meaning. No attention paid to line length, rhyme, or rhythm.
Heya, friendos! (Hey there, Hifumi!) Hm? Gosh, you seem like a bunch of gloomy Guses today. Wait, I have an idea! Let's play a game! I'm logging in to Buddy Quest and speedrunning character creation so we can get to the open world and goof off! (Heck yeah!) We gotta turn all those frowns upside down. So what're we gonna do? Set off on an adventure to make new friends! I may not be able to claim the hero's sword. I may not have it in me to smile all the time. But my friendships and the good vibes we make together are the best equipment I could ever ask for. Yeah, yeah, yeah! There's no one like my party! We're friends! (Friends!) And even if we lose at the end of the day, we still all have each other. I cast SMILE. It's super effective! Next thing you know, you're one of us--YOU have joined the party! A full, amazing party! (We! Are! Hoods!) If you're a top player? Sweet! Let's live it up tonight! Yeepers, that was a close one. Almost ran out of HP! (Positive! Up! My life!) Or if you're more of a novice? No sweat. We'll carry you! Either way, let's "positive up" my life! (And yours!) [1] All righty! We're kilin' it. Keep it up, gang! Next up: lemme run you through how I "positive up" my life. Step 1: Take a cool selfie, upload it to the character creator, and let the game handle the rest. See? Looks just like me. (Sure does!) Step 2: Forget the haters. If the vibes are rancid, I don't wanna hear it! (Yeah, yeah!) Step 3: We all have tough days sometimes. But you gotta try to smile anyway. Because you're braved and you're loved, y'know? Once you realize how much your friends care for you, I know you'll get back up and keep fighting that good fight! (Get 'em, Hifumin!) Step 4: Sometimes, you just can't get past that next level. But don't you ever give up. Hit that CONTINUE button, you hear? (Positive! Up! My Life!) Because we still all have each other and the good vibes we make together in our full, amazing party! (We! Are! Hoods!) Ah ha! So you're the final boss. [2] Say, you know what? You wanna be friends? (Positive! Up! My life!) We can still beat the game together, and no one has to get hurt this way. So what do you say? "Positive up" my life? (And yours?)
[1] There's a slight joke/nuance here that I'm a bit stumped as to how to convey naturally in English. The terms he uses to describe different playing styles (魅せプ) (lit. enchanting play style) and (姫プ) (lit. princess play style) are evocative of his host role as someone who "enchants" clients often referred to as princesses. This suggests he's speaking to a woman, which ties into the final verse of the song that uses the same format. [2] Not the same "you" he's singing to in the song. The difference in tone suggests it's Honobono.
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