#like c'mon ziggy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

zoe-oneesama · 11 months

Note

I have notice that you are giving the kwamis different and more uniques personalities. How you imagened their unique emotions and how they react with the holders?

For sure, there are very few instances where the Zodiac Kwami get to show their individualism except for Sass or when they briefly interact with their new holders, so I really grabbed on to any little bit I could see and held tight.

Mullo - In the story of the Chinese Zodiac, the Rat rides the Ox and jumps off at the last minute in order to arrive first, so I thought it'd make sense for Mullo to be mischievous - also because Marinette uses it first for some cheeky misdirection. I got lucky that Mullo turned out to be a bit of a prankster when "Mega Leech" came out.

Stompp - As one of the Leftover 4, Stompp didn't get a lot of expression when they were shown in "PenalTeam", but I kinda ended up working with how calm they were. The way they addressed Chloe not knowing the kwamis names gave her a Disapproving Mother vibe, so I went with them being a nurturer. I picture them wanting to watch over their holder, particularly children ones, and watch them grow into full grown Oxes.

Roarr - So this one was easy cuz they've been very consistent in the show, and since the kwamis default to loud and bratty when they're in Mob Mode (ie, when all the kwamis act in sync instead of in line with their personalities), Roarr was simply a too rambunctious child. An extrovert to the extreme. Their name is very appropriate.

Fluff - This one is pretty established in canon, so I guess I'll just extend my headcanon. Fluff is easily confused and babbles a lot, and I think it's because they're being constantly bombarded with information from so many timelines. Existence is a prison and Fluff just comes across as dumb because all their brain power is overheating from a massive influx of information, so they have nothing else to offer in the Present.

Longg - "Ikari Gozen" makes them out to be a Long Winded Old Man/Woman (depending on the dub lol), but aside from them being pretty polite later, they don't hold on to it. I am. Longg is old as shit and just wants these damn kids to hear out their long ass stories, but they just don't know how to edit because it's been forever since they've been out of the box (a nod to how Dragons are now "mythical"). They don't know how to talk to the youngins anymore.

Sass - Okay, c'mon, we all know Sass. Sass is the only one we know definitively. They're the leader and being level headed and calm is the thing that distinguishes him from the rest. He is mildly cursed like Fluff to recall every remade time line, remembering what happened the other times that needed a second chance, but it's less of a burden than it is for Fluff.

Kaalki - I opted to lean in to her being a Diva, obviously thanks to her attitude in "Startrain". You'd think that'd clash with Max, so the struggle was more about making them work together despite that, so I also gave her a fascination with innovation. She's not very technologically literate, but she's interested in what humans have been able to do, especially when it comes to exploration. But in the end, she's still pretty vain lol.

Ziggy - since they were very upset at how mean Chloe was in "Miracle Queen" as opposed to angry like Stompp and Roarr, I felt Ziggy was probably younger and a bit sensitive. I also leaned into some goat traits, having them eat paper and headbutt Nathaniel.

Xuppu - Xuppu can easily become very annoying, especially in "Destruction" where they're trying to be helpful, but uhhhh...they aren't. So I just stuck with how they were portrayed in their canon debut episode. Like Roarr, Xuppu is very much like A Child, so even in Mob Mode they feel in character - getting into stuff and making a mess.

Orikko - I made them very patient, which you gotta be when your powers are bullshit and you constantly have to give a tutorial on how they work. They could talk all day with their holder trying to find loopholes.

Barkk - So they have two standout moments where they're allowed individuality - in "Furious Fu" and "Risk". In the former, they are stubbornly staying behind to guard the house and the Miracle Box, and in the latter, they're super excited at getting a new holder and getting to "play". So both a guard dog and a puppy. I met in the middle where they DO really want to play, but also want everyone to be as excited as them which takes a little coaxing. Like an Extrovery adopting Introverts.

Daizzi - They're just very sweet. Almost just like Rose but soft spoken. They feel very much but like to focus on the things they like, no matter how simple they are.

#sl kwamis

743 notes · View notes

piers-official · 9 months

Note

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

"Ya want me t'what?"

The young dragon tamer groans aloud, tired of having to explain himself over again.

"Piers, listen, aright? I want ya to show Lee the... the thing! That weird trick ya showed me last time we were out here!"

Piers rolls his eyes and huffs, "Why do I gotta show off for ya boyfriend, can't ya- MMPH!"

"SH-SH-SH!" Raihan slaps a hand over his friend's mouth, "Not so loud, aright? He's NOT my boyfriend, okay? He's a BOY and he's a FRIEND."

"Uh-huh. Sure Rai-rai, whateva ya say."

"-An' don't call me that! C'mon, man we're fourteen-"

"-Thirteen."

"ALMOST fourteen!"

The bi-colored hair teen crosses his arms, then sighs, "Fine. But only this one time- WOAH GEEZ!" The smaller boy is cut off by Raihan picking him up into a swooping hug.

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!"

"YEA YEA SURE, NOW PUT ME DOWN!"

A few minutes pass as Raihan left to grab his not-boyfriend, leaving Piers by a giant bush to wait. The young musician crosses his arms, Danzig the linoone curled up at his feet, before the badger pokemon's ears perk up, "Nooon?" Piers looks and sees his two friends walking toward him.

"Heya Piers!" Leon waves the boy down, Raihan glued to his side as always. A charmeleon waddles next to the violet-haired teen. "Rai said ya had somethin' to show me?"

Piers shrugs, "Apparently, C'mere." The other two boys stand on either side of their friend. Piers crouches down and puts a finger to his lips, shushing his two friends, "Watch."

Quietly, Piers clears his throat, pauses, and then begins to sing an aimless, but airy tune. At first Leon is puzzled, He already knows Piers can sing, what was so special about this? However, the excited look on Raihan's face suggests something more to this, so Leon continues to watch.

Suddenly, the bush begins to rustle and shake, making the two boys, who were once standing, bend down to get a closer look. Then unexpectedly, As Piers continues to sing, a Zigzagoon jumps out of the bush. It's spiky tail wags intensely as it hops into the singer's lap, pawing at the young boy's chest.

"Well, that's pretty cool! You can attract Ziggies, nice tale-" Leon pauses as the bush rustles more. Before long, another Zigzagoon jumps out, barking happily. Then a third!

-And another? Oh hey, now there's an inkay, and now a scraggy? And a morpeko?? - Is that a DEINO?! Pretty soon the three boys are crowded by a plethora of playful pokemon.

"Y... Your singin' attracts pokemon?!"

"Dark-types specifically." Piers explains, "Dunno why, but they like m'voice I s'pose."

"Wow," Leon baffled, pats the head of an excited zigzagoon, "You're like a uhh... emo Snow White or something!"

Groaning, Piers hides his face in his hands, "PLEASE don't ever say that again..." Raihan can be clearly heard cackling in the background.

#answered asks #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #raihan #champion leon irl #raihan irl #leon swsh #long post #pokemon #//this one is a bit longer than the others #//err sorry about that lol #piers rp

9 notes · View notes

stratesphere · 10 months

Text

RTC HEADCANSONS OMGG

n e ways rtc is consuming my left brain as korn and homestuck overtake the right!!! headcanons timeee

Ocean:

i believe in scruffy ocean, she def has a hooked nose, freckles and slightly messy hair despite how well she tries to keep it neat. sje also has braces..

shes a QUEER!! probs unsure of jer gender but too ashamed to try and figure it out, (ocean x constance real)

she hates blueberries, i can't explain why she just does

shes 5'7!!!!!!!! tall!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1

she plays the violin and many other string instrument

—

Constance!!

she made rhe whole choir bracelets, despite how msnytimes mischa breaks jis on accident sje always makes him a new one.

one side of her jair fades into purple dye and the other blue, her glasses r FAKE!!!!

also her and Noel r besties and she absolutely adores hearing about Monique when she gets rhe chance

lesbian.

she really reallt really really really really likes Clairo and Car Seat headrest.. a lottttt

—

JANE THE SWEETHEART (or Penny) ((or Savannah))

in the attic room thingy, as jane, she had detached puppet strings on her elbows, knees and neck

agender, pansexual Jane real

her and Ricky r in love cuz i absolutely adore spacedolls theyre so cute im gonja sob i oove them smm :3

(i exist in fhe au where rhey all get brought back to life) Jane learned how to bake bc of constance and shes not bad at it. also after she got brouhjt back she kept the name Jane and Savannah

Mischas like a big brother to her def!!

—

Noel (aka me)

he loves strawberries soooooo much but hates cherries, theyre rhe only red fruit he wont eat.

sometimes he'll "preform" as Monique for Constance. he also talks about his fantasies wirh Ricky like 'my oc aants to be friends with your oc!!!!' type shit and now there's a Monique zolar catwoman-man

hes genderfluid and gay, doesnt care what pronouns ppl call him

guys pls Noel wouldn't like Will Wood or any music like that.. maybe 70s music like Abba and sometimes 80s but he listens to French music c'mon yall

whejever mischa switches 2 Ukrainian, Noel switches to French and they both steadily pick up on words in the languages from eachothe r

—

Mischaaaaa

HE IS NOT MUSCULAR PLEADE🙁🙁🙁 HES NOT SKINNY EITHER HES LIKE IN BETWEEN IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN

he listens to Lana Del Rey occasionally bc shes the only English speaking artist Talia likes. also after they all got brought back yo life (let me dream.) he finally saved up and brougjt Talia to Canada

cries slightly everytime he breaks one of constances bracelets, he feels bad everytime but constance doesjt mind at all. mischa is the #1 every choir member defender (even ocean but he doesnt show it)

BISEXUALITY🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

reads rickys stories about his silly off brand David Bowie (the silly space age bachelor man) ((thjs one is inspired by another post i saw I don't remember the og creator im sorryty))

—

last but not least Ricky!! (also me fr)

he/they pronouns usually but slso uses a lotttt of space related neo prns

him and Constance take care of the cats the choir own

HE ADORESSSS 60S-80S POP MUSIC AND JUST DJFJEJFJ AHHHHH🙁🙁 jes rhe average ziggy stardust enjoyer

hardly cries.. like at all, also he lightly tapped Ocean with his crutches(?) once and she freaked out (idk what the things je usss r called im sorry)

for some strange reason hes very medically talented??? like for no reason at all. and his fave Homestuck character is Eridan and Nepeta

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #jane doe ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #ocean o'connell rosenberg #headcanons #im sorry #i'm right btw

19 notes · View notes

chaos-of-the-endless · 1 year

Note

*runs into inbox so hard and hits themselfs into a wall* hi you probably know me already it's sparrow anon I saw you were accepting requests so may I?

Ian Wright x male reader, Ian and Reader are at fancy gala with the rest of the Ql team and R is having a hard time keeping his hands off Ian like having his hand on their lower back or thigh, pulling them closer by the waist and whispering in their ear just how much he loves Ian's outfit.

The part of Ian's outfit I'm leaving up to you

Sparrow anon

*brings out the welcome spatula to scrape you from the wall* Welcome, Sparrow Anony-meows! It's great to have you here! You very much can request whatever your heart desires! Thank you 💜

(this 👇 is the suit in question 😉)

The room was full of Ian's co-workers, the people behind the scenes, and the main cast that kept ziggy (mostly) running the way it should. However, it's was Ian's outfit of the day that was more intriguing for you, it being a bright blue suit, with sections of the ribs cut out of the jacket, baring just the most beautiful glimpse of ribs, and it was all you could do to stop yourself from staring. "Blink. Breathe. You need air." You remind yourself as you spin on your heels to refill your drink with another of whatever was in bowls that was left out amongst the tiny foods.

"Heeeey..." Ian purred into your ear as they came up behind you and beamed a smile, leaning over your shoulder and slipping their hand around the glass in yours, bringing it to their red lips and giving it a sip. "Oh. That's... A choice. It's bold. She's giving coconut and Asp poison." They laughed, clearing their throat after they swallowed, leaving lipstick around your glass that made your body react unreasonably. You turn around in their arms and brush your fingers to the edge of the cut out in the suit, just across barely bottom rib with a beaming smile.

"We could get out of here and go get a drink we actually like." You suggest with an eyebrow wiggle. "Baby... We both know that if we left right now, the music choices would go down hill as quick as whatever it is that's in that bowl.." They leaned in close and lingered right there for the longest moment before pulling back, you hands just drift across their thigh, fingers sneaking around the back and putting a little pressure just under where their ass meets thigh "You look incredible tonight, did I tell you that?" you lean in and press your lips to their ear "By the time we get home tonight, I'm gonna need to be so deep inside you..." you smirked just a little when Ian actually shifted on the spot, but couldn't find the words to reply so instead they laughed sexily and pulled back enough to glance into your eyes "Yes please.." The feeling in the air between you both was electric.

"C'mon... Let's... Mingle." Ian loved a good party, it was one of the things only the closet people to them knew, but this wasn't anywhere near resembling a good party right now.

As they moved through the crowd, you stick close to them, every now and then your hand would rest so low on their back, it would have been considered ass, and they would slowly look at you. "Wow. Really? Right here?" They where clearly just sassing you, and it made you laugh as you nod with the sweetest smile, your hand slipped away and they grabbed your wrist to put it right back "Didn't say stop, yeesh." They beamed, glancing down and just about to say something else when Jen had come over to get away from her "date" for the evening, always finding the most comfort in being in Ian's orbit when it started to feel like everyone else wouldn't have began to understand the magnitude of her life right now.

"Still don't believe in monogamy?" She grumbled out the side of her mouth to Ian, glancing back at your hand on their ass. "Who says he's my only lover?" they smirked.

💜💜💜💜💜💜

#mason alexander park #ian wright #quantum leap 2022 #desire of the endless #the sandman #desire #the sandman fanfiction #gren cowboy bebop

11 notes · View notes

andie-cake · 2 years

Note

May I have,,, Ziggs and werewolf Emma hanging out and being homies,,, I just think they’re neat

"Can I ask a stupid question?"

Emma snickered, looking over at Ziggs. The farmhand had lazily draped themself over the armchair, puffing a joint and staring up at the ceiling. Emma herself had taken up residence on the couch, basking in her own high and snacking on a bag of bacon jerky to fend off the munchies. It was a waning crescent moon tonight, and as the sun set over Perky's Buds, Emma watched her fur and claws grow in for the night. It was the weakest stage of her lycanthropy- she still looked more like a really hairy person than a wolf in this form, but it was still noticeable enough for Emma to catch Ziggy watching with awe as her transformation set in for the night.

It'd been a good couple of weeks since Ziggs found out about Emma's whole "being a werewolf" thing, and there was still so much they didn't quite understand about it. They'd gotten used to it, for sure, but they still didn't know the ins and outs of lycanthropy. So the phrase "can I ask a stupid question?" had become a regular part of their vocabulary in the past few weeks, and Emma knew full well that it really meant "can I ask you a question about werewolves?". She didn't mind it, honestly. She'd done much the same for Paul when she first spilled the beans to him, and it was... nice, getting to talk about her beastly nature so casually with normal humans. Especially after going her entire life being told that no human could be trusted with the secrets of lycanthropy.

Emma nodded. "Shoot."

"Okay, so like," Ziggs began. "You said that lycanthropy is like... hereditary, right? Like it's passed down from parent to child?"

"Sure did."

"Does it also work like how it usually works in movies?"

Emma blinked, confused. "What d'you mean?" she asked, looking back towards the farmhand.

"I mean," Ziggs continued, pausing as though they were thinking over their next words. "If you like, bit someone while transformed, would they become a werewolf too?"

Emma couldn't help the guffaw that escaped her, and she could feel her tail wanting to wag from where she was sitting on it (god, it was gonna be so stiff when she stood up later). That was admittedly a new one. There had been some overlap between Paul and Ziggy's lycanthropy questions in the past, but surprisingly, Paul had never asked this one. She'd told him it was a hereditary thing, and he'd not questioned it further. Odd, really, considering Paul's the big movie guy.

"No, Ziggy," Emma replied with a fond chuckle. "We can't turn people into werewolves by biting them."

"Aw, damn..." Ziggs muttered, taking another hit from their joint.

Emma blinked, eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, Ziggs," she said. "If I had said yes to that, were you gonna like... ask me to turn you or something?"

Ziggs' gaze quickly darted to the floor. "I mean, I was kinda thinkin' about it..."

Emma snorted, amused. "Dude, I'm gonna be real with you," she snickered. "Even if I could turn people into werewolves by biting them, you absolutely would not want to be a werewolf."

"Oh, bullshit!" Ziggs exclaimed, not actually sounding mad at all. "Why not?"

"Gimme like three days," Emma responded, holding up three claws. "And I'll write up an itemized list of a hundred reasons why you personally would probably hate being a werewolf."

"C'mon, hit me with one good reason, right here, right now." Ziggs pressed with a roll of their eyes.

Emma hummed, thinking it over. Then, she thought of one, and pulled another piece of bacon jerky from the bag she'd been snacking from.

"Well, here's a big one," she said, biting into the jerky. "Werewolves can't be vegan, or even vegetarian."

Ziggs winced. "Ooh, yeah, hard pass," they conceded with a slow nod. "I wouldn't wanna change my diet that drastically for the sake of having cool claws."

"Yeah, I remember that I tried going vegetarian when I first moved to Guatemala," Emma mused, continuing to munch on the dried pork snack. She shuddered, recalling the memories. "Big mistake, I got so fucking sick for like a month until I started eating meat again."

Ziggs nodded. "Yeah, I'll take the L on this one," they said. "You're right, I couldn't be a werewolf."

Emma chuckled, not totally sure what "take the L" was supposed to mean. Kids these days and their weird, confusing slang...

"Me personally, I don't totally mind that the vegetarian thing didn't work out," she said, happily popping another piece of bacon jerky in her mouth. Between her being high and also being transformed at the moment, this shit was like nectar of the gods. "It just means I have an excuse to eat this crap."

Ziggs snorted. "Perky's jerky." they quipped.

A laugh escaped Emma, probably louder than it should've been. That wasn't even funny, she was just stoned to the bone. Still, she nodded sagely.

"Damn right it is," she agreed. A thought then occurred to her, one she didn't think of bringing up before the conversation diverted to vegetarianism. "Oh, and besides..."

"Besides what?"

"If I could turn people into werewolves by biting them," she said, deep in thought. "Then Carl Metzger would've come banging down our door all covered in hair the night after you found out about my thing, right?"

At Ziggy's befuddled expression, Emma playfully flashed her fangs as a reminder.

"Oh!" they exclaimed, their face lighting up at the recollection. "Oh shit, that's right! I totally forgot you did that!"

Emma giggled, a bit of mischief bubbling up in her. "Yeah, but I bet Carl didn't."

"Yeah, that bite looked like it fuckin' hurt..." Ziggs mused.

'"Yep," Emma agreed with a nod. "Here's hoping it hurt enough to keep the Metzgers off my property for good..."

#dumbass stoner pals shooting the shit: werewolf edition!#hatchetwolves au

7 notes · View notes

h4rring1on · 2 years

Note

Tysm 😭 also IKRRR like c'mon, they need love too 😭 also i got really upset the other day bc i had re-watched Fear Street and there is barely any fics of Ziggy like jfsnvy it was all Max. Which i guess is the same thing but 😭 stilllll

OH YEAH FRRR ALSO OMG I LOVE FEAR STREET ITS MY SECOND OBSESSION APART FROM ST BUT YEAH ITS KINDA THE SAME BUT NOT REALLY LMAOAOOA

1 note · View note

theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

Note

Could I please get a Tommy fic where he's not the one who's possessed (idk who instead) but anyway him and the reader both make it onto the bus but like not without a struggle and maybe the reader gets injured, not life threatening but bad, and he comforts them as they drive away. And maybe this injury also elicits a confession from them like they knew each other before and are friends but they both like each other but won't say it. Confession could be words or just an abrupt kiss or mix of both. Anyway they're both camp councillors and borderline flirt with each other all the time. Thanks!

OH HO HO MOTOR IS RUNNING

I Thought I Lost You For a Sec (Tommy Slater x Reader)

Warnings: angst, murder/blood/violence/gore, major and minor character death, attempted murder, major character injury, Arnie was chosen!au, kissing, confessions, applying first aid written badly, Alice dies (i’m so sorry queen), Arnie dies (sorry king)

Word Count: 1.9k

"How much Tylenol did you take, asshole?" Alice asked, stepping closer to her boyfriend. She'd been looking around the shelves, busying herself while the three of you explored on. Arnie wasn't feeling well, apparently. He'd just sat on the bench, and closed his eyes.

You, Tommy and Cindy had gone into the room with all the creepy witch shit, and your flashlight shined on Arnie's name carved into the wall.

"That isn't funny. Alice will freak." Cindy said, looking to you. As if you'd carved into solid stone with your fingernails. And, really, this wasn't how you'd prank your friends. You'd known them all for forever, holding them all together like one single piece of string as they grew apart. You and Tommy glanced at eachother, and then you gave her a small shake of your head.

"I didn't do it." You told her. Tommy had been standing right besides you as Cindy looked at the books, found that the cave went deeper. The three of you looked towards the entrance to the room, your heart sinking.

Alice stepped right in front of Arnie, snapping in his face to try to get his attention. She even shook his shoulders, saying,

"Earth to Arnie. Earth to Arnie." Before she walked away with a sigh. She wanted to get out of there. This witch hunt had been a deadend, and now she was stuck babysitting. She looked over her shoulder when she saw her boyfriend get up, and head towards the wall. She watched him pick something up, and she asked, "Arnie? What the hell are you doing?"

Your flashlights shined in the dark, shined the curly, brown haired figure holding an axe. Tommy was behind you, but you and Cindy had gone through the tunnel first. And, before any of you could tell Alice to step back, to run across the room to where it was safe, you all watched as Arnie swung his axe into her head. You and Cindy screamed as you watched him split her head open, but Tommy was grabbing you both by the shoulders and saying,

"Shit, go! C'mon!" Before Arnie was even done. He pushed you guys through the hole, following you both back into the room. The three of you looked around, trying to find an exit, when Cindy looked at the altar. She ran over, trying to tip it, before she yelled,

"Tommy, help me!" And Tommy was right behind her. He helped her knock it over, all of the books and candles landing with a crash. Tommy grabbed you by the arm, yanking you forward and making you go first through the hole as Cindy yelled,

"Go, go, go!" You ducked down and crawled as fast as you could, Cindy pushing you to make you go faster. Just as you reached the end of the short tunnel, you heard Tommy yell. You turned and you saw that Arnie had followed you. And had grabbed Tommy's ankle. You screamed,

"Tommy!" And you watched as Cindy turned to try to grab his shoulders, and you scrambled to help. You watched as he was yanked back, quickly moving to lie flat and try to kick the brunette away. He kicked him once, twice, before he finally kicked him against the cave wall, and the pair of you dragged Tommy out before the cave could close around him.

You clamoured out, nearly falling as the rocks fell behind you. You could feel tears burning your eyes, from either the events of what had just happened or the dust that fell when the cave finally closed. Cindy sobbed, and you reached to grab onto the boy besides you. You held onto his arm, burying your face into his coat. Tommy held you close, smoothing his hand down your back before he paused and asked,

"Do you hear that?" He asked, and the three of you listened. It was a slow steady breathing, loud in the silence of the cave. Finally, Cindy asked,

"He's still alive?" And you ran a head over your face. You tried to keep it together, tried to keep yourself calm as you quickly said,

"He- He can't get us. He can't get us." You said, and leaned back into the warmth of the boy besides you. "He can't get us." You repeated one more time, like a mantra to yourself. You closed your eyes, trying not to cry as you buried your face into the shoulder of his coat.

***

"Tommy, take them to the bus and Ziggy and I will-" Cindy had started to say her plan. She'd gotten herself a shovel and Ziggy a trowel. The four of you had been discussing the witch, how you were finally going to break the curse. You'd each gone through hell, with Ziggy nearly being killed by Arnie, Cindy having to kill Arnie, Tommy nearly being crushed in the cave in, and you breaking your leg in the cave below, making Tommy have to carry you everywhere you went. But, you'd found the hand. Both you and Tommy's noses had started to bleed when you sat in the moss, and it only took a quick passage reading from Tommy for you to realize where you were sitting. The two of you had dug and ripped up the moss, before you finally found the skeleton hand of one Sarah Fier.

"What?" You yelled, staring in disbelief at her. You couldn't believe she was side-lining you. You looked to her sister, and then to Tommy. He grimaced, rubbing the back of his head. You scoffed. "So, that's it? Tommy and I find the hand and we don't even get to see it through?" You asked, and Cindy gave you a look. You knew that wasn't just it. She said your name quietly, her tone even as she said,

"You can't walk. Tommy- Tommy had to carry you here. And you need to get to a hospital." She said, and you frowned. You knew she was right. You knew that, perhaps, you were being a little unreasonable. That it would be even more unreasonable to make Tommy carry you all the way to the Sarah Fier tree. But it sucked. And, plus, you felt stronger with all of you together, even if Arnie laid in a heap in the kitchen. Even if there wasn't an axe murderer chasing after you now. Tommy reached over and gave your hand a squeeze, and you looked away. It was hard to say no to them, especially when Tommy was looking at you like that. He said a soft,

"It's okay. It's basically already over anyways. We just get to go home sooner." He said, and you couldn't deny that getting to see your bed, most likely a hospital bed first though, was compelling. And, well, you supposed you'd be alright if Tommy was the one coming with you. Sighing, you said,

"Fine. Fine." And you gave a defeated gesture. "But, you better not take all the credit when you talk to the papers." You said, cracking a half-attempt at joke. Cindy and Ziggy smiled, and Tommy gave your hand another squeeze. And, really, that was all you needed to make you feel better.

***

Tommy had chased down the last bus, yelling,

"Wait, wait!" As it started to drive off. It came to a screeching stop, and it's doors hesitated before they opened. Tommy had been carrying you bridal-style, so he had to turn sideways as he stepped onto the bus. "Thank you, thank you." He told the bus driver as he carried you on. He panted, and you would've felt bad if you weren't gritting your teeth in pain.

Running had led to jostling your leg, and every step Tommy had taken had felt like a searing hot-iron pressed to your skin. You were gripping his jacket tight, trying to get a grip on yourself. It wasn't like you could've told Tommy to slow down, otherwise you would've missed the bus.

Tommy grabbed the front seat, one that was quickly evicted by its previous taker the second they saw your leg. You tried not to let out a curse as Tommy sat down, your grip on his collar so tight that your knuckles were turning white. Instead you let out a pained noise as you buried your face into his neck, moving to grip his shoulder instead. Tommy rubbed a hand down your back, doing his best to help you rest your leg and to ease your pain. You grit your teeth when the bus started moving, already hating the ride. Softly, he said,

"In hindsight, maybe I should've grabbed the Tylenol." And you let out a pained, half-laugh. You slapped his chest lightly, telling him.

"Don't make me laugh. It hurts." And he chuckled in response. Then, his hand was brushing your thigh. Tommy had been the one to wrap the makeshift bandages around your wound. He'd used the end of his sweatshirt, and had made a makeshift crop-top of it. He checked it gently, made sure it was secure, and turned around to ask,

"Can someone pass me the first aid kit please?" And the counselor across from you went to get it. They passed it to you, and he opened it. It was full of Band-Aids and Neosporin, and the only thing helpful was the clean bandages. You watched him as he untied them, and you winced as he pulled them off. As gently as he could, he wrapped clean ones around your leg. He said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Every time you even made a face. Once he was done, he brushed a hand over your face, tilting your head to look up at him. You did, glancing over his features.

Tommy was one of your oldest friends, and, well, part of you had always liked him. He was sweet, caring, kind, and maybe you spent most of the summer flirting with him. He'd proven that he was all of those things and more tonight. He'd stuck by you in the cave, carried you up the hole, and got you on the bus before it left. He cared for you in a way that made your heart skip a beat, and, as you stared up at him, you couldn't imagine how you would've gotten through this night without him.

"Y'know, when you first fell- well, I thought I lost you for a sec. It scared the hell out of me and, the entire night, all I could think about was making sure you were safe and-" And you didn't let him finish. His words were too sweet. He was too sweet. You couldn't stand it anymore and you reached up to cup his neck, pulling him in by it and pressing your lips against his. He seemed surprised for a moment, but he was quick to kiss back. He cupped your cheek, holding you close and stealing your breath away. His kiss was slow and soft, addicting in the way you could barely think about anything else. And, for a moment, you didn't feel an ounce of pain.

When you pulled back, the two of you were silent for a beat. Before Tommy softly chuckled.

"Well, if I had known running away from an axe murderer was the way to get you to kiss me, I would've-" And you cut him off again, pulling him in for another round of kisses.

#fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street tommy slater #tommy slater fear street #fear street tommy #tommy fear street #tommy slater #tommy slater x reader #thomas slater x reader #thomas slater

336 notes · View notes

meduseld · 3 years

Note

Does Nana Lane know who Ripley's and Connor's father is?

Yes and she's not a fan. I mean, no she doesn't know about the Satanism, and no Ziggy doesn't like tell her but it's fairly obvious being there. Nick visits, sometimes in the dead of night, and the kids call him Sir and the money is clearly coming from somewhere and c'mon. Who else would it be?

She doesn't confront it directly but she and Ziggy have oblique conversations where she's like "girl dump him you can do better" but ultimately this is her family of choice and she's ride or die for her girls. All three of them.

However yes, given the chance and provocation, she would gut Nick like a fish. Nana keeps her knives sharp because you never know in Shadyside.

#when it comes out she'll be like I KNEW HE SUCKED but like indirectly

42 notes · View notes

hatterstan-shameblog · 3 years

Note

For the headcanon thing

I think Hatter likes to watch bad movies. Like the really bad ones. The ones that make you roll your eyes/laugh/cry at every single thing about it, doesn't matter if it's plot or acting. But you know what he loves more than watching those awful movies alone?

Watching them with someone else.

"hey, Mori, wanna watch a movie?"

"...no."

"c'mon, you'll like this one."

"no, I won't."

"...no, you won't. But I will enjoy your presence. C'mon bro, do it for the sake of bonding time."

"*sigh* fine..."

(inspired by real life events)

💕 Sleepover 💕

Rating: PG13 for language and alcohol consumption

Relationship: Takeru (Hatter)/Aguni

Tags: banter, friendly insults, Just Guys Being Dudes, drinking, swearing, love confessions (sort of), They Talk A Big Game But The Love Is There

Bangbangbangbangbang!

“Mori!”

Bangbangbangbangbang!

“Moooooori, let me iiiiiiiiiin!”

Clunk!

Click!

Creeeeeeaaaaaak!

Aguni opens his apartment door, wincing at the slap of summer heat that greets him as he does.

“C’mon man,” an overheated and impatient Takeru implores, “it’s miserable out here!”

“You bring me samosas,” Aguni asks, crossing his arms across his chest, “Because I’m not letting you in without my samosas.”

Takeru’s face twists into a look of shocked indignation.

“Would you really leave me—your best friend on this beautiful green Earth—to swelter and die on your doorstep in this blazing summer heat…all because I forgot the samosas?”

Aguni considers.

“No. I’d ask you to swelter and die in the parking lot. Neighbors’ll kick up a fuss if you block the stairwell.”

“Well it’s a good thing I got two orders this time,” Takeru shakes the bag enticingly, “so we don’t even have to share.”

“Someone’s splashing out,” Aguni murmurs, taking the bag from Takeru’s outstretched hand and standing aside so the man can enter his home, “Don’t suppose there’s a reason for all this…”

“Maybe I just wanted to be nice,” Takeru says flippantly, toeing off his shoes, “a little ‘thank you’ for welcoming me into your home.”

Aguni carries the bag of food over to his coffee table and sets it down, being careful not to disturb the place settings he had so thoughtfully arranged. Two plates, two spoons, two glasses of water—all neatly placed in the center of his new, sage-green placemats.

Hopefully nobody spills curry on them.

“You brought one of your weird movies again, didn’t you?”

Takeru rolls his eyes. Shoving his arm into his messenger bag, he rummages around its contents for a moment before yanking a dark, thin rectangle and holding it up for Aguni to examine.

“The 1977 horror classic, House,” he explains with an edge of exasperation, “is a critically-acclaimed work of art that has been inspiring both film fanatics and the average man for nearly half a century.”

“Straight from the back of the box,” Aguni mumbles, opening the stapled-shut paper bag and peeking at the containers inside, “Anyways, I thought you didn’t like scary movies.”

Takeru scoffs.

“Not sure what gave you that idea,” Takeru says, shoving his feet into his slippers—yes, his slippers, black velvet with red-and-gold dragons embroidered on the front because ‘I’m here enough to warrant my own damn slippers’ and ‘these are fucking awesome,’ “We saw Hereditary in the theater!”

“And you were scared the whole time,” Aguni points out, gingerly lifting their food out of the bag and arranging the containers on their respective plates, “You had to sleep with the lights on for a week. Screwed up your cat’s sleep schedule and everything.”

Takeru swans his way over to Aguni’s refrigerator and opens it, more or less sticking his whole head inside to examine its (admittedly meager) offerings.

“It’s not my fault that Ziggy is such a smart, beautiful boy who knows what ‘lights out’ means. And besides,” Takeru says while examining the bottle of white wine Aguni had put in to chill, “I’ll be staying here tonight, so it won’t be an issue.”

“So the cat gets to sleep, but I don’t?”

“You, my dear, get a evening of my company, complete with scintillating conversation, cultural enrichment, and—as we have already established—your very own order of samosas,” Takeru calls out from the kitchen, rummaging for a suitable pair of wine glasses, “And besides, I plan on sleeping deeply and comfortably knowing that any and all monsters would no doubt eat you first, giving me ample opportunity to flee the scene…”

Aguni lifts the lid off his curry, admiring the rich yellow hue and inhaling its bold spices. There are even a few extra chilis lying on top, which is a lovely surprise.

Takeru arrives at the table, glasses in one hand and wine in the other. He gives the spread a discerning once-over and then a nod of apparent approval.

“Anyways,” Takeru says, twisting off the top of the wine bottle (not without giving Aguni a look of distaste as he does it), “I’m a bit disappointed in you, Mori-chan. I thought you’d fight me more on this one…”

“It’s a losing battle,” Aguni concedes, sitting himself down in his usual spot and turning on the television, “I have too many brain cells and not enough patience to go through the usual theatrics.”

Takeru hands him a generously-full wine glass—not as full as his own, of course, but still more than what the average person might pour.

“This’ll help the brain cell problem,” he says with an over-enthusiastic smile, “probably the patience, too. Wine makes you sentimental.”

“Hmph.”

“See? It’s already working.”

“Yeah, well,” Aguni grumbles, taking a small sip of his beverage, “better get the movie started before I change my mind.”

Takeru begins his usual indignant grumbling as he fumbles with the DVD player. Aguni could help him, but, frankly, it’s entertaining to watch his friend struggle with the simple electronic setup.

When Takeru manages to get the tray open, he gives a small cheer of victory. Aguni stifles a smirk.

Hopefully the movie is this much fun.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

“Mori. Hey, Mori-chan.”

Aguni rolls his eyes, and then himself onto his side to face Takeru.

“What,” he grumbles, squinting in the dark as he tries to make out the other mans’ shape, “piano thing still got you upset?”

“It ate her fingers, Mori,” Takeru whisper-shouts, “and then it got the rest of her too! That’s enough to upset anyone!”

“It wasn’t even that scary,” Aguni mentions, shimmying his shoulders in order to find a more comfortable spot on his futon, “besides, you don’t even play piano, so you don’t have to worry.”

Takeru is silent for a moment—a blessed, beautiful moment.

“I guess you’re right,” he says after his brief contemplation, “but that’s not the only thing on my mind.”

“I’m guessing ‘sleep’ isn’t one of ‘em?”

Takeru scoffs. There’s a shuffling and fluttering sound from his neighboring futon as he turns to face his disgruntled companion.

“In due time,” Takeru says, “what plagues me now is more of a philosophical question.”

Aguni sighs.

“Remember the part where that guy got turned into a pile of bananas?”

“Yeah,” Aguni responds, “that was weird.”

“What if that happened to me,” Takeru asks, sounding genuinely concerned, “would I turn into a pile of bananas, or would I be a different kind of fruit?”

Oh, you’re different alright, Aguni thinks to himself, but he knows better than to say that out loud. Takeru’s using his ‘this is going to keep me up all night unless you give me a good answer’ voice, so Aguni starts thinking about how best to answer.

“I think you’d be melons,” Takeru concludes, “yeah…definitely melons.”

“Because of my round head and lack of hair?”

“No,” Takeru snaps, “well, that wasn’t my original thinking.”

Aguni subtly checks his phone—half-past one o’clock in the morning, too late to send Takeru home on a train to ask his cat these burning questions instead of him.

“Why,” Aguni asks, “do you think I’d be melons?”

“Well, like you, melons are strong and tough on the outside. Make a nice thud sound when you smack ‘em.”

“So do I,” Aguni mentions, “if you get the right spot. But I also hit back, so that’s not very melon-y, is it?”

“Hm. I suppose not. But,” Takeru says, “where you really start to resemble the melon is on the inside.”

“Inside, huh?”

“Yeah,” Takeru considers for a moment, “underneath all that tough rind, melons are soft. Sweet, too. Nothing fancy, they’re not trying to prove anything, they’re just…good. Like you.”

Aguni hadn’t been expecting something so…sentimental. It’s a touching departure from their usual quips and playful jabs, and it makes something warm and kind of familiar bubble up in Aguni’s heart.

“And also,” Takeru tacks on, “they’re green. And green is your favorite color! So it’s perfect.”

“I think you’d be a strawberry,” Aguni says after a beat.

“A strawberry? You mean only one?”

“Only one,” Aguni confirms, “but one of those fancy designer ones, the kind they grow in those hydroponic farms and sell in department stores for thousands of yen.”

“I heard about a guy who got murdered at one of those places,” Takeru says, “some yakuza guy who was selling weed on the side, someone put a hit out on him and used the body for fertilizer.”

“That’s…disturbing,” Aguni replies, “but that’s beside the point. Don’t you want to know why I think you’d be a single strawberry?”

“Is it because they’re red?”

“Sort of,” Aguni says, “Got a lot of seeds, too. Get stuck in your teeth pretty easily, if you’re not careful.”

“I am rather tenacious.”

“You are.”

Aguni considers his next words carefully. His relationship with Takeru is…complicated, and uncertain, and if anyone ever asked him what they ‘are’ he wouldn’t know how to answer.

“Strawberries are sweet. They’re sour, too. You’d know the flavor anywhere. And you…”

He pauses. Takeru, for once, doesn’t try to fill the silence with his own voice.

“…Well, those designer strawberries are all one-of-a-kind, just like you. So that’s why there’s one one,” he says slowly, “and I like strawberries. Might even, uh…love ‘em.”

“Oh, Mori…”

Something flops onto Aguni’s blanket—once, twice, and ah, it’s Takeru’s hand, and he’s looking for something. Aguni slips his arm from under the covers and covers Takeru’s hand with his own. This is apparently what Takeru had been searching for, because he pulls Aguni’s hand closer to himself.

“You know,” Takeru says, “now that you mention it, I think I might love melon, too.”

Aguni feels lips against the back of his hand—a soft kiss, gentle, a reassurance as much as an act of affection—and he’s glad for the dark of night that hides the blush of his cheeks.

“I feel better now,” Takeru announces, giving Aguni’s hand a light squeeze, “In fact, I think I’m falling asleep as we speak…”

“Hmm,” Aguni hums in agreement.

He’s still holding Takeru’s hand, and Takeru, his—neither seem too keen on letting go, at least, not for now.

#alice in borderland #hatter #danma takeru #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #writings and such #aguni morizono #hatter/aguni #I didn’t go with ‘bad’ movie per se but like…..if you’ve seen it you know #‘house’ is a FUN movie and I like it very much #I tried not to spoil too much in case you wanna watch it yourself!!!#we need more of them being cute together

18 notes · View notes

bridgetsideas · 3 years

Text

Honey-Blue Dean - Chapter 5 Fear Street 1978

Ziggy X OC!Platonic

⚠️ !WARNING! ⚠️ : Mentions of death, murder, and violence. Please proceed with care!

Ziggy and Nick were in the science and nature building. They were laughing at the Ziggys bully, Shileas frog-like screams. They were talking and they both felt like they really understood one another.

"Alright next question" Nick poked at the glass cage with a possum in it. "Uh...what about you and your sister? You guys ever get along?" he asked. Ziggy looked down at she was holding

"Thought these were supposed to be easy questions," she said, trying to deflect.

"Says who? There are no 'rules' to this game" Nick said trying to lighten the mood.

"God I hate snakes"

"Why you dodging my question?"'

Ziggy stood up straight. The room suddenly felt suffocating and cold.

"Why do you care?" she asked defensively.

"Curious" Nick replied not at all fazed by Ziggys hostile ways.

Ziggy and Nick looked at each other for a moment before Ziggy opened her mouth.

"I've hated her since I was a baby" She quickly said. "Next question"

"C'mon" Nick chuckled

Ziggy ignored him. "Why are you so full of shit?"

"What?" Nick Godde laughed

"Nick Goode, heir apparent, daddy was the police chief, the king of Sunnyvale and now you're gonna be the same"

...

"Except it's all make-believe. The truth is you like Stephen King and spiders and the weird girl from Shadyside."

"Alright, first of all, Stephen King, is like, super popular"

Ziggy rolled her eyes

"And second" Nick paused and looked down before looking back at Ziggy almost reluctantly "I can't like the weird girl"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a counselor. She's a camper"

"Last year for me, first year for you" Zigg said simply

"Plus, how will I get to know her when she keeps dogging my questions?"

Nick sat down next to Ziggy who had her arms crossed.

"There was a time when things were good between us." she started. "When my dad was around and mum was happy, and my sister and me, we would um...we'd through toilet paper on Mr. Corkle's tree, and then go jumping into the lake in all our clothes and..." Ziggy's face was lighting up at the thought of the past. "And now...now it's just gone and everything's shit" Ziggys face went back to being like stone.

Ziggy looked at Nick, "but that's what happens when you like in Shadyside. Everything turns to shit eventually...but I wouldn't expect a Sunnyvaler to understand"

Nick was looking at Ziggy. "No, maybe your right. But uh...being the heir isn't always easy either" Nick looked down in what seemed to be regret. "Before he died, my dad loaded me up with all this, you know 'you're my legacy, the future of the family depends on you' bullshit. You know he just dropped this huge burden onto my lap and...I dunno, what if I don't want that?"

Ziggy looked at him with pity

"What if that's not who I wanna be? What if I want to be the weird kid who likes spiders and Stephen king and-"

"-and the weird girl from Shadyside?"

Nick Goode nodded "Yeah...the weird girl from Shadyside"

"But uh... I guess there's nothing I can do about it" Nick finished.

"Why not?" Ziggy asked confused

Nick abruptly stood up from the bench and rubbed his neck. "Yeah you're right, can we uh...go back to the easy questions?" Nick dogged.

"Ok" Ziggy sighed, also stood up "Um..." Ziggy stood in front of him "How 'bout...would you ever kiss the weird girl?"

Nick leaned in and so did Ziggy, their lips touched.

And it was beautiful.

'AHHHHH!' a girl screamed, interrupting the kiss.

#ziggy berman #nick goode #cindy berman #alice fear street #arnie fear street #fear street 1978 #tommy slater #fear street #1978 #OC #Honey-Blue Dean #Nightwing killer #Camp nightwing

8 notes · View notes

miraculous786 · 4 years

Text

A Miniature Meeting With Multimouse > Thirteen

Original Idea

Masterlist

"Wait, so you're saying that you called the Justice League for help?"

Marinette nodded.

"And that they wrote it off as some joke?"

She shook her head again in confirmation, causing Jason to mutter a curse beneath his breath. He clenched his fists in anger, and the only thing that managed to calm him down was the small hand placed on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Nettie, it's just..." he started, before groaning in frustration. "We're heroes. We should have investigated the situation."

"Jay-Jay, don't blame yourself. You didn't have a chance to even see the message in the first place," she scolded lightly. Then, with a grin, she drawled, "Plus, if anyone's to blame it should be Booster Gold."

A dark look began to form over her brother's face, yet he managed to school his expression.

"He's lucky that he's in a different country right now," he mumbled.

The woman next to him chuckled, as her eyes wandered about the room. That was when a frown suddenly settled on her features.

"...We should probably get ready for when they aren't paralyzed anymore, huh?"

Jason turned his head to where she was staring, to be met with the sight of both Red Robin and Nightwing situated in seats across from them. The males were both frozen and slouched back.

"Nah. They're fine like that."

Marinette sighed, standing up from the sofa that she was sat at. Her steps barely echoed in the silent living room as she walked away.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting something," she responded in a voice that became louder each second, until she reappeared in Red Hood's vision again. In her grip was a miniature notepad and pen.

He raised a brow, and watched as she scribbled on two different pages of the book before tearing them off in a quick movement. She then proceeded to place one on each of the frozen men's left hands.

"Autographs, seriously?"

"C'mon, cut me some slack. They deserve them after you two decided to use Venom for no reason."

Pollen - who was snuggled onto Dick's head of hair with a few other kwami - huffed with folded paws. "My Monarch, they deserved it!" her soft voice whisper-yelled quietly. "They disturbed your sleep."

"That still didn't mean that you had to paralyze them!"

"If I may intrude," Duusu spoke up, causing all to glance at her. The feathers that she had fluffed up at the attention. "You haven't had a good night's rest for at least a week."

"No, I did after-"

"Finding out that your brother was alive," Longg carried on coolly, from his perch on Tim's shoulder. "You seemed to have had a distressing amount of bad dreams that night, Guardian."

"I...well..."

Jason gained a soft look. "Nettie..."

"...I-I just...after years of not seeing you and getting over your 'death', you just- reappear? Out of nowhere?" Marinette spoke with watery eyes. "I, I mourned for you, and..."

Red Hood abruptly moved forward, encasing her in strong arms. She stilled for a moment, yet soon broke out of her stupor when the vigilante began to talk.

"I know exactly how you feel, Nettie. I...I had nightmares that night too. Gosh, you should've seen what I looked like that morning. I was practically a zombie."

The girl he was holding close reciprocated the hug after his words, making him sigh in relief. He leaned his head atop hers, then apologised with, "I'm, I'm so freakin' sorry, Nettie."

She remained silent for a few seconds.

"...Me too, Jay-Jay."

He smiled, before planting a kiss to her temple. "Now," he started, "I believe you said that we should prepare for the Replacement and Nightwing over here to unfreeze?"

His sister grinned. "Yep."

Whilst the two began to complete the task - with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine - the kwami laying on Dick's locks began to speak in hushed conversation.

"Tikki, I thought you said that we would have talked to him by now," Ziggy complained.

"Quit with the whining," Stompp said with an annoyed expression. "Can't you see that they just had an emotional moment?"

"Yeah? Well they probably wouldn't have if we'd sorted that Jacob out first."

"Jason."

"Whatever, Wayzz. That's not the point."

"Friends..."

"Let's just go to him now. What's stopping us?"

"The fact that he's Plagg's Chosen."

"Friends..."

"So?"

"Plagg would kill us if he found out that we'd threatened him."

"Friends...?"

"As if! Look at him sleeping over there!" Trixx exclaimed, pointing a paw to the couch nearby. "He's practically drowning in his own drool if you ask me."

"Frien-"

"Guys, shut up! Nooroo wants to talk!"

All conversation suddenly halted, as every single kwami turned their attention to the butterfly god. He shifted about nervously, before saying, "Is, is it okay if I say something?"

"Of course!"

"Go for it!"

"Yeah!"

His lips formed into a small smile. "I, I don't think that the Guardian would be happy either if she found out that we'd spoke like that to Jason. I've s-sensed her happiness with him around, and not only is it because they are soulmates, but because they are siblings as well. I assume that they would be f-fiercely protective of each other."

"...You have a point there, Nooroo."

"Remember what happened last time when she was protective? With Kagami?"

The kwami collectively shuddered.

"Remember how Tikki was proud of Marinette that whole time?"

"Issss that true?"

"Yeah, since Marinette stood up for her girlfriend. Well, girlfriend at the time," Barkk amended. "Right, Tikks?"

When there was no answer, everyone faced the ladybug kwami, only to see her whizz up into the air from Nightwing's head and proceed to fly about the living room frantically.

"Tikks, what...?"

"Friends, the Guardian, she's..."

On the other side of the place, Marinette was sprinting about with an alarmed expression marring her features, as she glanced through all of the windows near to her.

"Nettie, what's wrong?" Jason quizzed, following right behind her. "Are you okay?"

"Nope. No, no, no, no, no I am not okay!" she responded, whilst making her way over to the Miracle Box on a shelf nearby. Her hands picked it up delicately, then opened it up with a simple tap.

Dozens of jewellery were revealed. She chose to quickly pick up a comb with stripes all over, and place it in her hair.

"Nettie?"

"Yes?" she called in a distracted way.

"What is it?"

"It's someone else with the Lazarus on them," she informed, turning to face him. "Stay here and look after Plagg, I'll go check it out."

The younger one sauntered to where her bedroom was, while commanding, "Pollen, Buzz On."

"Wait, someone els-"

Red Hood cut himself off when a bright yellow light surrounded her form, prompting him to shut his eyes tight. When he opened them back up, he found himself standing in front of a shut door.

Just as he was about to grab the handle of it, a hand on his shoulder halted his actions. He whipped his head around to see Nightwing giving him a worried look, whilst several kwami sat on his onyx hair.

"Dick, what are you-"

"It's B and Little Wing," he responded, not answering his asked question. "They told us that they were coming on the comms, but I couldn't tell you since I was paralyzed."

"Venom!" a muffled voice shouted from behind the door.

"Frick," Jason cursed, as he lifted a leg up to kick down the entrance of the bedroom. He rushed in, holding out two pistols at the balcony in front.

However, after a few seconds, they both clattered to the floor.

"...Thaaaat's not good."

"No crap, Timbers! This is, just-"

"I didn't mean to do it!" Marinette squeaked, inching back into the direction of the balcony nearby. "I swear!"

"No, no, no," Red Hood placated, coming forward with his hands held out. "Ssshh, it's okay, Nettie. I know you didn't, just- just come here, okay?"

He stepped over both the unconscious Robin and paralyzed Batman on the carpet, and came close. Then, his arms opened up as an invitation, causing his sister - now in black and yellow stripes - to come rushing into him.

Strong arms hugged her tight, as the owner of them sent a knowing look to Tim and Dick. It took them a moment to gather their bearings, yet after doing so, they nodded in understanding.

"I'm so sorry."

"Nettie, no, it's not your fault," Jason hushed, petting her head in a comforting manner. "Let's go back to the couch, okay? Don't worry."

She hesitantly shook her head to agree.

~*~*~

@northernbluetongue

@2sunchild2

@shamefullove

@kceedraws

@kittyanonymity

@vivilakitty

@unholykrow

@winter-gardenflower

@thepeacetea

@theatreandcomicfreak

@maribat-shenanigans

@cassiopeiathequeen

@ace-aro-agender

@rhub4rb

@chocolate1721

@st0rmy-w1th1n

@legallyspawned

@zebrabaker

@novicevoice

@shizukiryuu

@vixen-uchiha

@hypnosharkrebeldreamer

@crazylittlemunchkin

@bisha43rbs

@bluerosette23

@loverofnoir

@thewheezingbubbledragon

@jade-taillia

@drarryismylife101

@ladybug-182

@dur55

@firesong323

@that-feeling-wyn

@mlbchaosqueen

@multplelifes

@thequeenofunicornss

@thesunanditsangel

@ladysblackcat

@myazael

@worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry

@loveswifi

@grimmhallow31

@castielsofficialtoothbrush

@moonlightstar64

@maribat-is-lifeblood

@corabeth11

@indecisive-mess-named-me

@tired-butterfly

@shadowberrybinch

@kanamexzeroyaoifangirl

@elmokingkong

@nyaabinch

@naoryllis

@dorkus-minimus

@7-sage-7

@mooshoon

@timetomakeanewwish

@princess-of-fangirls

@dast218

@i-like-fairytail-and-stuff

@nataladriana9

@freshbark

@hell-or-high-waters

@lunarwolfspn

@juhavs

@uwuteamleader

@sassakitty

@hauntedwintersweets

@serendipitousa

@fontegagrilledcheese

@iloontjeboontje

@luleck

@palvine-of-the-alvins

@sparkle9510

@kittycatwowmeow

@eliza-bich

@bluefyoto94

@marinettepotterandplagg

@clumsy-owl-4178

@greenishivy

@jeminiikrystal

@damianette-is-life

@chocolatecatstheron

@moonystars14

@sofmimis

@schrodingers25

@toodaloo-kangaroo

@geminikessa

@angelic-anissa

@smolplantmum

@maribat-march2020

@maribat-2k20

@redscarlet95

@soupfilledboots

@maybemanymuffins

#jasonette #platonic jasonette #maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #ml x dc

289 notes · View notes

whole-lotta-hoes · 3 years

Text

Whole Lotta Hoes| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: Zeppelin Is No More

Episode Two: Looking For A Job

Episode Three: Gettin The Cash

Episode Four:

Episode Five:

Warning:

This will cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a long state of confusion for a very long time. It'll also include weird shit and things that don't make sense at all. Read at your own risk.

Cast:

john paul jones (main character)

jimmy page

john bonham

robert plant

------------------

It was a dark rainy night. The pub was filling up with a bunch of horny mother fuckers. jonesy and the dumbass robert stood behind the curtains waiting to be called in to perform.

"ah man! this is going to be splendid!" robert said as he jumped in excitement. jonesy pushed him and he died. he fixed his high heels to make sure he doesn't break his ankles this time haha. mf jonesy made his way to the pole and placed a hand on it.

"WAIT-" robert yelled as he ran to him. he didn't see where he was going so he bumped into jonesy and made him fall into the crowd.

"I am the one and only, robert plant. I AM THE BITCH-" he shouted as he began to spin on the pole. jonesy could not believe his eyes. that mf plant took the spotlight from him. everyone started cheering for him and throwing him dollar bills.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER!!" jonesy yelled only to get drowned by the crowd. robert then climbed on the pole and began to do some sexy and hot moves against the pole. Heck he even licked it.

"TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF!!" someone yelled as they threw cash at robert. robert looked at the person and stopped dancing.

"what the fuck? i didn't come here to strip you whore!" he kicked the person with his heel and stormed off. jonesy pushed threw the crowd and managed to get to the front.

"jesus christ percy!! get your asshole back here!" he yelled. john climbed onto the stage and sprinted to the back. once he was back there, he spotted robert crying in front of some vanity. jonesy stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"oh jonesy!" robert cried. "i can't do this! i don't want to strip for hungry motherfuckers! its so nasty! i rather strip for my precious jim jam!" he added as he wiped his tears with a tissue. jonesy rubbed his back to comfort him. he truly felt awful about it. how are they going to get the cash now if robert anthony plant doesn't want to do his job right. also since led zeppelin is dead once and for all. jonesy got an idea.

"hey! i know what you can do!" he said in excitement. robert looked at him and OMG JONESY YOU CUTE MF AWWW! "you can be a hooker!" he suggested. robert turned away from jonesy and looked at himself in the mirror. he totally could. hes hot and charming in some way. anyone would want to get a piece of that. robert stood from his seat and AHHHH BIG HOE. he looked at jonesy and gave him a big ol hug.

"JONESY! YOU ARE A GENIUS!!" he shouted. jonesy lost the ability to breathe so he died. robert dropped him and said his farewells.

"well jonesy, it was nice working with ya, glad jaime brought you in," he said as he sat john on a chair.

"wait where in bloody hell are you going?" he asked. robert looked at him confused.

"bitch, me and pagey are going to start a new group called page plant penis," he responded. of course. of course they would. these mfs are too invested in themselves that they would overthrow john paul jones in the bathroom of wendys. that infuriated him. he reached into his trousers and took out his laser penis.

"woah hey! im not trying to get laid by a-"

PEW PEW PEW PEW

robert stood there in complete shock.

"did you- did you just attempt to murder my sexy ass!?" he yelled in anger. jonesy began to regret even doing that. a bright light was building up from robert that almost blinded john. robert is indeed a golden god. he floated off of the ground and gained powers to end jonesy once and for all. john had to act fast. he can't die like this. it would be such an embarrassing thing to end up in the media.

"HOLD IT!" jonesy yelled. robert placed his attention to him and waited for jonesy to speak.

"is this how we are going to end it? is this what we really want?" he said softly. robert's angry expression grew softer. was he really going to kill his bandmate? his best friend? he slowly got to the ground and stood in front of john.

"my god jonesy...." he began, "you're right... what am i doing? im such a monster," he added as tears ran down his face. jonesy slowly walked up to him and stuck his hand out with a smile on his face.

"c'mon buddy, let's go back to what we were doing," he added. robert looked at johns hand with a skeptical look.

"nah bitch! me, jimby and bonzo are going to do a led zeppelin reunion!" robert explained.

"a wha-"

"yeah! a motherfucking led zeppelin reunion!! can you believe it jonesy!? led zeppelin has become even bigger than we thought! bigger than those bloody rolling stones and ziggy stardust spider fuckers!" he rambled.

at that very moment, john paul jones knew he has been betrayed by his own band. he felt like destroying everything that came in front of him. percy for example is in front of him. anger and rage built up in his system. he could not believe that his own band would turn against him. who tf did they think they were? without any hesitation, john gripped onto roberts neck, silently choking him and ending robert plant for realzies this time. he went unconscious and dropped to the floor. jonesy placed a tarp to cover roberts body and headed through the exit. he was going to find james patrick page and john henry bonham to end it once and for all.

or will he?

#led zeppelin #robert plant #jimmy page #john paul jones #john bonham #led zeppelin fanfic #fanfic #crack fanfic #fanfiction #cursed post #cursed content

7 notes · View notes

andie-cake · 2 years

Note

alright so you said you wanted an excuse to write a ficlet of ziggs and emma finding chumby stoned out of his mind in their field so here it is

also if someone has already given you an excuse, perhaps the two of them discussing their thoughts on hatchetfields urban legends/cryptids?

TIME FOR MONKË

Mornings at Perky's Buds were normally a calm, serene time. A period of bliss before the hustle and bustle of the day began. The sunlight would fall on Emma's sleeping face through her window, gently ushering her back into the waking world and telling her it was time to start the day.

Not today, though. Today she was awoken by her dog, Velvet, going absolutely batshit wild in the living room.

Velvet was a decently vocal dog, but she usually didn't lapse into prolonged barking fits unless Grace or the Metzgers were trespassing on her property again. Or she saw a particularly large centipede on the wall that she couldn't reach.

With an irritable grumble, Emma rolled out of bed, shouldered a robe on over her long johns, and trudged her way downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. When she got to the living room, Ziggs was there as well, looking out the window alongside the barking collie with their back to Emma.

"Mornin', Ziggy," she greeted the farmhand, who turned to her with an unsure expression on their face. Velvet came gambolling over to her, whimpering and circling her legs frantically. "What's got her all worked up? Are the Metzgers trashing my car again?"

"N-no, uh..." Ziggs replied, their gaze flitting between Emma, Velvet, and the window. "There's... something asleep in the crops..."

Emma's brows shot up, her attention officially caught. "Shit..." she huffed, approaching the window. "What is it?"

"Dunno," Ziggs sighed, shaking their head. "I think it's a bear, but it looks fuckin' weird..."

Following Ziggy's gaze, Emma looked out the window. Indeed, off towards the right side of the field, was a massive sleeping lump of thick, black fur with it's back to the window. The marijuana plants surrounding the creature looked as though they'd been thoroughly decimated. Great, so it ate some of the weed, too. There was a stoned, sleeping bear lying amidst her crops. Emma groaned.

"Alright, only one thing to do then," she declared, spinning on her heels and making her way to the gun closet. "Check if the shotgun's loaded."

"Whoa, what!?" Ziggs exclaimed. "You're just gonna shoot it!?"

"Ziggy, it is a bear, and it is buzzed off it's ass," Emma said, opening the closet and retrieving her trusty shotgun. It wasn't loaded, so she dug around for the ammo as she spoke. "There's not a chance in hell we can scare it off."

"Wh- how are we gonna move the body after!?" Ziggs sputtered in bafflement. "Bears can weigh like over a thousand pounds!"

"We've got like peanut butter and honey and shit in the pantry," Emma explained, loading the gun up with shotgun shells. "We can lure it out of the field with food, and then shoot it."

No response. But before Emma could check, Ziggy's voice suddenly chimed in with:

"What the fuck...?" they breathed out. "That's not a bear paw!"

With a confused hum, Emma returned to the living room with her loaded shotgun in hand. Ziggs gestured for her to come to the window with a shocked expression. Peering outside, Emma could see that the bear had apparently stirred slightly while she was away, lying with it's limbs splayed out. But in place of the bear-like paws you would expect, were two very human-like hands and two very human-like feet.

"What in the goddamn...?" Emma huffed out. "Is this just some large, overly-hairy dude passed out in my field!?"

"Uh..." Ziggs replied. "Maybe?"

With a sigh, Emma cocked her shotgun. "Alright," she said firmly. "We're going out there. C'mon, Velvy."

The not-bear hadn't reacted to Emma, Ziggs, and Velvet stepping outside, clearly still asleep and/or stoned out of it's mind. As Emma drew closer to the maybe-creature, maybe-hairy guy, Ziggs muttered out nervous protests, saying that this was a crazy idea. And they were right, it was a crazy idea. But Emma was not going to let this... whatever the fuck sit around and eat her weed. Emma stopped, mere inches from the big snoring something, with Ziggs and Velvet watching intently a few paces behind her.

"Hey," she grumbled, jabbing the hairy lump with the end of her shotgun. "Get up, fuzzball."

The thing grunted, but didn't stir.

"I said, get up!"

Emma gave the furry creature another jab with the gun, this time much harsher. The thing startled, jolting awake. And with a low, rumbly groan, it slowly stood up. This thing, Emma realized, was nearly four fucking feet taller than her. Ziggs hummed uncomfortably behind her. Velvet growled. Emma took a few steps back, cautious.

"Hmm?" the creature grunted.

After a moment, it seemed to realize that the one who disturbed it's sleep was behind it, and turned to face Emma. Emma gasped and lowered her gun in shock. Though the creature's body was like that of a man's, it's face... It's face was like that of an ape's.

"No fucking way..." Ziggs muttered, echoing Emma's thoughts.

The creature stared down at Emma with red, confused, and very stoned eyes. She stood there, slack-jawed, unable to comprehend what she was looking at.

"Oh my god..." she huffed, incredulous. "You're... You're the Hatchetfield Ape-Man! You're Woolly-Foot!"

"Lu... cy...?" the creature grunted, cocking it's head to the side like a confused puppy.

Emma blinked, surprised. "Uh..." she said. That certainly wasn't what she was expecting to hear. "Huh?"

Woolly-Foot's eyes widened. "Lucy!" he exclaimed.

Before Emma could even think to react, Woolly-Foot suddenly reached out and grabbed her under the arms, hoisting her off the ground with little effort. Emma yelped in shock, dropping her shotgun as she was pulled into a half-hug, half-bridal carry. Woolly-Foot gave an elated hooting sound. Emma could hear Ziggs' yell of surprise, and Velvet's frantic bark.

"What the fuck, dude!?" Emma cried, kicking her legs out in desperation. "Fucking put me down!"

"Lucy!" Woolly-Foot repeated in delight once more as he hugged Emma tighter, the fur of his shaggy mane tickling Emma's neck. "Not seen you in so long!"

"Dude, put her down!" Ziggy exclaimed, their voice almost drowned out by Velvet's barking. "You've got the wrong person!"

"Yeah, what they said!" Emma affirmed, trying to tilt her head away from the Ape-Man. His fur fucking reeked, not only of various scents of the Witchwood, but also of her pot. "I dunno who Lucy is, but I do know that I'm not her!"

The Ape-Man gave a puzzled grunt, and held Emma out in front of him, going back to holding her under the arms with her feet dangling over the ground. "What?" he asked. "You not Lucy?"

"No," Emma replied sternly. She wasn't too fond of being carried like this. Is this how Simba felt when Rafiki held him up over Pride Rock? "Me not Lucy, me Emma."

Woolly-Foit hastily set Emma back down on her feet, and bowed his head. "Forgive please," he said, his voice solemn. "Strange plant taste good, but make head all funny."

Emma took a moment to steady herself, still a bit dizzy from the unexpected lift. She felt Ziggs place a hand on her shoulder, and heard Velvet whimper as she pressed her cold nose to Emma's hand. She looked to her farmhand, who mouthed a simple "You okay?", to which Emma nodded in reply.

"Y-you're good, dude," she said, looking back to the Ape-Man. "I get it, not everyone can handle pot as well as others."

"Pot?" Woolly-Foot echoed, eyeing the crops around him. "That what this plant is?"

"Yep," Ziggy confirmed with a nod. "We grow it here."

"This place is Perky's Buds, my pot farm," Emma further explained. "I'm Emma, the owner," she quickly gestured to the teen and dog next to her. "This is my farmhand, Ziggs, and my dog, Velvet."

Woolly-Foot hummed, his still-stoned eyes scanning over the trio. "Good to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. Reluctantly, Emma reached out to give it a shake. "Name Chumby."

Emma's brows shot up. "Your name is Chumby?" she repeated.

"Mhm," Chumby grunted proudly in reply. An almost playful spark appeared in his eyes. "You not think that real name was actually Woolly-Foot, did you?"

"Uh, maybe?" Ziggs answered sheepishly. They cleared their throat. "So, uh, Chumby... What brings you to Perky's Buds?"

"For many moons, I smell strange scent on the wind," Chumby explained. "Thought it was family of skunks for long time. But last night, I find this place. Saw these plants, and gave taste. They were tasty, so ate some more. Ate too much, it seems."

Emma's eyes flitted to the noticeable cleared-out patch of farmland where Chumby had been sleeping. "It's cool, man," she huffed, shaking her head. "I can always grow more."

"Won't be having any more," Chumby mused. "Tasty, but make head confused."

Emma bit back a bitter "Good". She wasn't mad at Chumby, I mean, he was the real-ass Hatchetfield Ape-Man, for fuck's sake. But lost profits are still lost profits.

"Chumby best take leave now," the Ape-Man declared. "Caused enough trouble for you, Emma."

Emma eyed him skeptically. "You sure you're good to head out?" she asked. "You still look a little buzzed."

"Will be fine," Chumby assured her with a nod. "Goodbye, Emma. Ziggs. Velvet."

Chumby turned to head towards the fence with a slow wave. Ziggs waved after him.

"Bye, Chumby!" they called out.

"I, uh..." Emma added on. "I hope you find that Lucy person you mistook me for!"

Chumby turned back to look at her, a close-mouthed smile on his face. "Thank you, Emma," he said, his tone earnest. "Hope I find her too."

With that, Chumby hopped over the fence and disappeared back into the woods. Silence, only the chirps of checker-tailed Nighthawks flying overhead to fill the air. Then, Emma turned to Ziggs.

"Ziggy?"

"Yeah, Perky?"

"Why is this farm such a magnet for weird shit?"

#hatchetfield #nightmare time #nightmare time spoilers

17 notes · View notes

sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years

Text

The Intern (CliffxReader)

Requested by @perawuat

Let me know if you want me to add you on the OUATIH taglist! :)

"Y/n? You comin' or what?" Your roommates stopped and looked to you for an answer.

You shook your head with a sigh, "Not tonight, sorry guys."

One of your friends, Ziggy, raised her eyebrow, "Oh come on, Y/n. Live a little!"

There was a party on campus. One of the many....many parties you'd bailed out on that month alone.

They just weren't your scene.

You were a bit old fashioned. More of an intellectual. You liked cafes, ballets, and developing photos. Your friends loved clubs, protests, and being in those photos. Most of your friends were hippies, and whether you liked to admit it or not, they kept you balanced up with the times.

Your other roommate, Rowan, nodded, and nudged you a little with his elbow, "Come on! It's gonna be far out, man!"

Your other friend, Odie, adjusted their collar, "I heard there's gonna be some cats from Berkeley, baby!"

You sighed.... Berkeley kids were known to be on another level of hippy-ness.

Ziggy wrapped her hands around your forearm and bounded up and down with pleading, wide eyes, "USC kids are coming through, come on!"

You studied at UCLA, USC also happened to be a bit of a party school, and was also a rival school. It was certain there'd be a fight or two added to the expected chaos.

"There's gonna be booze, dudes, and no narcs! C'mon, it'll be groovy, baby!" Odie held their hands in the air, vibing and dancing with the wind, "Live a little, Y/n!"

You shook your head, your arms crossed over your books across your chest "Maybe next time, guys." Rowan groaned, "Aw don't be such a drag, Y/n!"

You smiled a little, "You guys go ahead. Catch you tomorrow?"

You walked to the end of the block together. They'd cross the street to get to the party, you'd keep walking down the block to get to your dorm.

There was a parking lot on the corner. It was empty save for a single trailer.

As you waited for the lights to change you all looked into the lot.

Rowan leaned in, and whispered "I heard it belongs to professor McHarris. Say his wife ditched him and how he lives in a trailer."

Odie shook their head, and rolled their eyes with a sigh, "Ugh boys. Who told you that? I heard..." They leaned into the circle, and muttered in annoyance, "It's. Just. Abandoned. Here."

Rowan frowned in disbelief, "Who'd abandon a perfectly good trailer?!"

Odie shrugged, pulling on a pair of shades as they squinted against the setting sun, "Who wouldn't?"

Ziggy, a theater major, and naturally a lover of storytelling, smirked as she leaned in. "Well...I heard some weird stuff goes on in there. Some cult leader or something crashes there late at night after he goes PSYCHO." She waved her fist around like Norman Bates and laughed as the rest of you stepped back and shuddered in horror.

The light turned green and your friends waved goodbye.

You turned and walked down the block as they crossed the street.

You sighed as you climbed up the stairs to your apartment and opened the door. You sat down, and stacked your books and projects up, and started working. You didn’t like parties, but you liked fun and adventures. You liked doing your own thing, sometimes. But, right now you had some work to do... You could have sworn you'd studied the whole night through.

You slammed the books shut. Your eyes were dry and tired from all the reading. You sighed and looked up at the wall. You had strung up photographs you'd developed over the weekend. Some of them were a bit questionable, a little on the avant-garde side of art. But all in all, your work was a masterpiece. The rows of strung up pictures were just a snippet of your impressive portfolio.

Consequently, you'd just gotten an internship in Hollywood on a set.

You were starting the next morning, and looking forward to it, though you were understandably nervous about it.

It was also part of the reason you didn't really want to go to the party..

True, you could have gone just for an hour or two...but acid and protest tunes weren't really up your alley. Maybe a cigarette, gin and tonic, and some Rat Pack records.

Your roommates and friends were probably talking about a protest that would happen on campus next week. But, that also wasn't your thing. You just weren't comfortable with crowds and loud noise. Mysteries.. Now that was where it was at.

At least to you.

You looked at your watch, expecting it to be 3 or 4 am... It was only midnight.

The night was still young.

And you were restless.

You stood up... For once in your life you were going to be impulsive and assertive. You were going to do something crazy.

You were going to find out who the hell really lived in the trailer.

You pulled on your denim jacket, and put on your red go-go boots, rushed out the door, and down the stairs, rushing to the parking lot before you lost your new found sense of curiosity.

You wrapped your fingers against the chain link fence, your eyes zeroing in on the lone trailer in the center of the dark lot.

You sighed, trying to force yourself to do one exciting thing with your life. "Don't be a drag. Don't be a drag, don't be a drag..."

You trudged through the darkness and hovered around the trailer. It was dark and silent. Maybe Odie was right. Maybe it really was just abandoned...

Or maybe...

Maybe Rowan was right. It was rare, but he had his moments.... Maybe that professor really was just trying to get by...

Or...horrifically but also possibly, what if Ziggy was right?! She always had hear-say and gossip down to a t... Besides...

Serial killers weren't not a thing in big cities.... What if this cult leader rumor was real?!

You were close to the door.. You didn't even knock on the door when you heard a guttural growl and a loud bark.

You fell back in fear, and pushed back on your heels and palms.

You unexpectedly ran into something...

You turned around, feeling cold with fear, "Holy shit it's the serial killer..."

You looked up and he looked down.

He was wearing sunglasses for some reason...

You held your breath, "Definitely a serial killer."

He wore a denim jacket over a black shirt.

He reached down and pulled you up, with a seemingly, and oddly friendly smile. "She doesn't bite." He threw his cigarette onto the ground and put it out with his foot.

"Wh...who are..." He was kinda cute... A bit on the older side. And...also still probably a serial killer.

"My dog. Her name's Brandy." He shrugged matter-of-factly, as he looked through a key ring.

You sighed calming yourself down a bit, reasoning that a serial killer wouldn't be human enough to have a dog. You hoped...

He started to unlock the door as he clicked to calm his dog down. "So any particular reason why a kid like you's fuckin' around here and isn't home and asleep?" "Why wouldn't a kid like me be out?" You thought you had him. He shrugged, "Out in the street alone where there's some real creeps?"

"You're not a creep, are ya?"

He chuckled a little " No. I dont think so at least."

You smiled a little as he sat on his makeshift porch, his dog sitting by his side.

"I'm not a kid anyway. I'm twenty-two."

He chuckled a little. He remembered what it was like to be so young, "So why aren't you at a club or a party or a protest or somethin'?"

You shrugged a little "Not really my scene."

"So you're not a hippy?" He sighed a little, a bit more at ease. Even if they were for peace and all, they made Cliff Booth a little uneasy, which wasn't an easy thing to do itself.

"Not really. And you.... Youre not a m..." You bit your lip. Why would a murderer admit to being a murderer?

"A what?"

"Well... Your trailer popped up out of nowhere and there's been... rumors about you..."

Cliff chuckled a little. He wasn't quite a star in Hollywood but rumors always managed to keep him in the spotlight.

"Yeah? What kinda rumors?" He petted Brandy as she laid her head on his leg.

"The best one was you were either a professor that got divorced and lost everything. Or a culty serial killer."

He laughed, "That's crazy talk."

"Yeah...so...who are you?"

He took his glasses off and you saw his beautiful blue eyes under the moonlight. "My name's Cliff. What about you, intruder?"

"Intruder?!"

He nodded, a little amused by your response, "Pokin' around somebody's home at midnight? Makes you an intruder."

"Student parking lot. You are ...probably not a student right, Cliff?" You smirked a little.

"Touche, kid. So...intruders are strangers. You don't wanna be a stranger, right?"

You laughed, "Guess not." You shrugged, "My name's Y/n. I study photography there." You pointed to a building down two blocks, looming like a castle over the new city lights.

Cliff whistled a little, "UCLA. Nice school. You know what you're gonna do when you're through?"

You nodded, "I graduate in a few months. And I just got an internship on some set in Hollywood. I start tomorrow. I wanna work cameras for movies some day. Guess this is how I'll start."

Cliff smiled, "Sounds like a dream, kiddo. Good luck out there." Cliff knew more than anyone that Hollywood was a cut throat place.

He meant it when he wished you luck.

And something about the way he said it let you know that. "Thanks Cliff," You smiled, until you looked around the parking lot and the dark streets. A few hours from then it would be awake with cops raiding the parties and kids scrambling to get to their dorms.

"You gonna be ok, old timer?"

Cliff laughed a little, "Does get loud around here sometimes. College was never really my thing."

"No?"

He shook his head "Nah. I got drafted."

"Heavy."

"Yeah... So I move around every now and then to keep things fresh. There's an empty lot behind this theater. I've been thinkin' of movin' out there next."

You felt a little sad for him. It felt so lonesome out there at night.

You asked again "You gonna be ok, Cliff?"

He smiled a little, "I get by, kid. Don't worry. You go out there, show em whatchu got tomorrow, ok?"

You nodded, "Thanks again, mister," you smiled as you started walking away. "See you around, Cliff!"

You waved back at him and he waved back with a soft smile and a sigh, "See ya, kid."

And...he did...

You were an intern on a set that you knew nothing about.

"Alright L/n. When the director says action you're gonna move down here with this camera. When you get to the third line you have to zoom in on Rick."

"Rick?" Your mentor of sorts nodded "Yeah. Rick fucking Dalton."

Your jaw dropped, "Rick Dalton? Like Bounty Law- Rick Dalton?!"

The cameraman nodded understanding you were star struck. You were fairly young so you'd probably grown up watching his shows. "Yeah. And. After lunch were gonna work with his stunt double over on the horses. That guy's crazy. His name's Cliff."

What were the odds...

"Cliff?"

You heard a third, familiar voice. "Yeah?"

The camernan smiled, "Speak of the devil!"

You turned around and sure enough there he was.

Cliff....

He took off his sunglasses, trying to figure out if it was really you. "Y/n?"

You smiled "Hi!"

He laughed "Well I'll be damned! This is where you're working!?"

You smiled and nodded "Yeah!"

Cliff smiled. He wanted to make sure you didn't end up like him. He knew a few names that might come in handy for you. He wanted to make sure you were alright.

Cliff didn't do that for many people...

Frankly...Well, he liked you.

And Cliff Booth didn't like many people.

He wasn't too social. A bit like you...

Somehow Rick convinced you to go to a Hollywood party with them.

Cliff had to go because Rick needed a ride, as always. And you went because you just wanted to spend some time with them.

They were quickly becoming some of your closest friends.

Cliff was becoming a little more than a friend, a little less than a fling.

But you wanted it to be so much more.

Cliff left you and Rick to get some drinks for the three of you.

Rick laughed as you told him the story of how you and Cliff met. "A serial killer?!" He laughed and wiped away a tear, "Wait till you hear the rumors about him around Hollywood!"

You laughed a little but then Rick noticed something was wrong. You were worrying about something as you looked around at the producers, directors, and actors.

"What's goin' on sweetheart?"

"You think I'll make it?"

He lowered his cigarette and asked, "You shot the Mexican stand-off scene in this week's episode?"

You nodded, "Yeah...? Shit...did someone say something? Fuck did I blow it?!"

Rick shook his head, "Oh, no, no, no! You did great! You're all they talk about in the editing room! You're gonna make it out here, kid."

Rick realized that couldn't be the only thing in your mind. He followed your eyes over to Cliff at the other side of the party.

Rick smiled a little as he murmured so only you could hear, "You know he really likes you?"

You smiled a little, "Ah, you’re just saying that."

Rick laughed and gestured to Cliff, "You really think he gets that cleaned up for just anybody, Y/n? You've seen him on set."

You giggled "I guess you're right."

Cliff made his way through a crowd and made his way back to you and Rick.

He smiled at you, and you smiled at him.

Something told you Rick might have been right...

You were going to make it.

And you were going to have Cliff by your side.

#ouatih #once upon a time in hollywood #cliff booth #cliff booth x reader #rick dalton

138 notes · View notes