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IG ReefDestro
#union jordan#Jordan 2#cactus plant flea market#Cynthia#Union Jordan 2#kid cudi#sucker free#sucka free
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my fake contact name in this foo’s phone was deadass “adam” … ADAM?? like u couldn’t even give me a more original name while ur out moving shady on me smfh
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Some graphics I seen online. This is really hitting so hard. I’m a big Pat Stay fan and the stories you hear and the memories, he was one of one! No one can ever copy or be what he was. I send my love and thoughts to his family in this time 🕊 REST IN PEACE, PAT STAY 💐
#celebrities#2022#Pat stay#rip pat stay#rest in peace#rest in love#Sucka free boss#rap battle#battle rap#battle rappers#battle rap legend#hip hop#hip hop legend#battle rap community#hip hop community#hip hop nation#rap star#hip hop star#Canada#KOTD#RBE#URLTV#SMACK URL#in loving memory#rest in peace Pat stay#Jay Blac#house of colors#champion
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Watch "KOTD - Pat Stay - Stay Forever Tribute Video (1986-2022)" on YouTube
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Get Into The Groove | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie finds you dancing while you’re home alone and, unsurprisingly, the sight has him careening into the bottomless gorge that is loving you all over again.
Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things, 2022) x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Tags: allusions to sexy times 18+ only, no actual smut, FLUFF cuz I’m a sucka for it, established relationship, reader is explicitly referred to as “girl” and “woman”
Author’s Note: Just an itty bitty thing that came to me a while ago that I jotted down in between work and school :P hope you like it! And if you’d like to enhance the experience listen to Into the Groove by Madonna and Wango Tango by Ted Nugent!
There are few things that Eddie Munson looks forward to in life: a well-planned D&D campaign, a perfectly rolled joint— the premium shit— and getting home to you.
He whistles to himself as he skips up the steps of his trailer, chains and leather creaking with each step he takes and every key he flips in his hand. The entire day he had been anticipating this moment, just as he does every weekday, where he can come home to a warm and secluded trailer, see you and kiss you the same way he did before he left to work— deep and passionate and long enough to make you dizzy— and sink into his worn-in spot on the couch with you under his arm. He smiles at the comforting thought as he pushes the door in, humming under his breath as he steps inside.
He drops his keys into the ceramic bowl near the door with a clink before he begins peeling his jacket and vest off. His arm is halfway in and out of his jacket as his ears perk at the music trailing down the hall from his room. He finishes shrugging his jacket off, tossing it over the La-Z-Boy before he stalks towards his room, taking care to cushion his steps. As he gets closer he can make out the faint synth and the clap of the drum machine; it’s Madonna, he realizes.
He dips his head to peek through the slit between the door and the frame, eyes glowing with mirth as a wide grin consumes his face.
Only when I’m dancing can I feel this free…
He hadn't expected to find this upon coming home. You’re usually stretched out across the sofa or his bed, mentally marking the bubbles of a quiz inside a Cosmo that Nancy let you borrow or smiling to yourself as you flip through the pages of one of your bodice ripper romances. Instead, from his vantage point, he can see you singing along to the tape that you’ve popped into his stereo, sipping a black cherry Tab as you skip around his room tidying up the cluttered space. You pick up discarded clothes from his floor, pinching that lacy number he stripped off of you that morning and dangling it over your pointer finger as you absentmindedly twirl it around before tossing it into the hamper.
Tonight I’m gonna dance with someone else…
As the song builds to its chorus you drop the clothes you're working with, take one more gulp of your soda and start bobbing your head and shaking your hips. With the way you sway, he can't help but admire how your frame fits under one of his ragged sleep shirts. Your legs are bare and enticing as you prance around with only your underwear on underneath, the reliable lilac pair that you wear flashing at him with every punctuated glide you make down your legs before flipping your hair back.
Get into the groove,
Boy you’ve got to prove,
Your love to me…
Your voice picks up in confidence and volume. Even if you're not classically trained, you make up for the wavering notes and shifting keys with your enthusiasm as you stomp about his room, shaking your head and shifting your hair as you swivel and cock your hips in a way that has Eddie swooning against the door frame. The door kicks open wider as he watches you, tongue licking at his canine in amusement and adoration.
Your singing subdues into little mumbled harmonies and a few enunciated riffs as you drag your hands from your thighs up your rocking body, your fingers catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your ass to offer just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glimpse. You writhe like a charmed snake in a wicker basket, your hands meeting over your head as you slither in mesmerizing forms.
You fall away from your dance but maintain the skip in your step and the nod in your head as you bend over and snatch a pair of Eddie's boxers from the floor. You twirl in place, boxers held to your chest as you get lost in the music, shifting your feet to twist you around, eyes closed blissfully.
“At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see— AH!”
You scream, chucking the boxers at Eddie’s head as you’re startled. He ducks as the garment soars over his head and he laughs at your reaction.
“Jesus, sweetheart! You almost took me out with my own drawers!”
“Eddie!” You scold, with wide eyes and a small crinkle between your brows, “You scared the shit out of me!”
You’re clutching your chest with one hand as your breath relaxes but your eyes screw up in mild anger at the fact that he snuck up on you.
“M’sorry! Didn’t want to interrupt the show.”
You groan, your hands crawling over your face as you wince, “You saw that?”
Eddie steps towards you, soothing your embarrassment by rubbing at your arms.
“Mm-hmm, and, if I may say so,” he leans in to whisper into your ear, “it was very sexy.”
You sputter out a giggle at him before taking your hands and pulling at the loose thread along the collar of his t-shirt— perhaps you’re the reason all of his shirts have holes along the collar.
“Of course you would find it sexy,” you tease as your fingers migrate upwards to play with the ends of his hair. “You could watch me floss my teeth and get a semi.”
“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer. “With a girl as smokin’ as you, it’s impossible to keep the little guy down.”
You snort, letting your head fall into his chest as he strokes your hair.
You bask in the silence for a moment, the two of you shuffling your feet and breathing each other in. The song’s ended by now and moved on to another poppy dance number that fades into the background.
“Think you can teach me some of those moves?” He questions into your hairline.
You hum, a smile coating the sound as you lean back to look into his eyes.
“I dunno, don’t think you’re limber enough to pull off some of these crazed gyrations of this rock generation.”
He smiles down at you, leaning close enough to nip at your lips, “I’ll have you know I’m a proper Johnny Castle, baby.” His smile gives way to a contemplative yet amused shape, “And did you just quote Ted Nugent to me?”
You nod your head as a wide grin splits across your face.
“Oh, you don't know what you do to me, woman!”
You squeal as he hoists you up and throws you onto his bed, your head falling back against his pillows as you laugh from the excitement of it. You fall into soft hums of laughter that slip past your throat as Eddie follows you down and climbs up your body, nipping at your calves and thighs, pushing his nose against the hem of your— well, his shirt— to reveal that worn lilac cotton that you make look like a whole Victoria’s Secret set.
“And I’ll show you dancing, I’m quite skilled at Zee Wango, Zee Tango.”
#I witerwy need him so bad#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie stranger things#eddie#eddie munson headcannons#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fandom#eddie munson stranger things
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My thoughts as I play Twilight Princess for the first time
Haha this kid is hilarious (the short chubby one)
GREMLIN!! (Midna is introduced)
Zelda hot
AND SHE CAN FIGHT
MIDNA'S IN THE SHADOW THATS SO FUCKING AWESOME
Fairy fountain music?
NOT THE LIGHT VESSEL (Skyward Sword Light Realms flashback)
What happened to his other clothes?
Link is just like "Woo free clothes!"
This monkey is really impatient
IT USED UP ALL MY OIL
I can just get away with scamming this bird? Thank you for the 1 rupee oil refill sucka
I JUST GOT ATTACKED BY ME
Oh it wasn't me
HE DID THE COOL ASS SWORD FLIP THING
First dungeon baby
God this man climbs slowww
Wait I just noticed the monkey has a tatoo
GANG MONKEY????
That does not look like a safe bridge
IT FUCKING SLAPPED ITS BUTTCHEEKS I SWEAR
"Has there been a monkey fight" I CANT SHES TO FUNNY
Help bird with human face I am greatly uncomfortable
Goddammit not another one (monkey)
That's all for now. I expect more of these, though!
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Would it be possible to ship me with anyone from the bowers gang please? I’m 5’6 I’ve got red hair that’s styled in a pixie cut. I’ve got bright blue eyes, freckled on my shoulders and a little on my face and I’ve very pale. My love language is physical touch, and attention. My style varies based on what I’m feeling that day but mainly cute and girly. Lots of skirts and things with lace and Mary Janes. I like 80s rock and pop, I’m very shy and quiet when you first meet me and then I’m very friendly and loud once I’m comfortable around someone.
We're a little behind on our ship request but we saw you requested twice so we're gonna go ahead and post this one!!
[ We will posting more ships throughout the week so be on the lookout, If you requested a ship a while back and we still haven't done it yet, we're very sorry!! Please feel free to request again!!]
We ship you with...Victor!!
Let's start off by saying Victor isn't a very affectionate person and he also doesn't like attention.
You can thank the guys for this.
Now that being said...he will make an exception for you.
Behind closed doors.
Where no one can see what's going on.
He can't let the guys know he's actually nice to his s/o.
They'd never let him live it down.
When he is bored he will take a marker and play connect the dots with your freckles.
...He once did this in permanent marker.
It lasted a few weeks.
I feel like we mentioned this in a previous post but if we didn't we're doing it now.
He fuckin loves your girly style.
It just does somethin to him ya know?
He is a sucka for 80s music.
DO NOT TELL ANYONE HE SAID THIS.
He doesn't want to be disowned by the guys for this.
Belch is aware...man knows everything about his friends.
He also heard Vic mumbling the words to the song 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' while waiting for Patrick and Henry.
Vic strikes me as the kind of guy that doesn't really have much to say.
He kinda of just goes with whatever the guys say.
So if you're shy when you two first start hanging out/dating.
He doesn't try to change this.
He just figures you'll speak up when you're ready.
He is very surprised with how open you are once you've been dating for (however long it takes you to get comfortable with someone.)
You're gonna hate us for this...
He calls you his gingerbread cookie.
Please don't unfollow us.
Again he'd never admit this but he could spend a while staring at your eyes. He's constantly wondering what you're thinking.
He spends a lot of time trying to read you.
We mentioned this in a previous post but he is 5'8.
...So he's taller than you.
Do with that what you will.
#headcanons#henry bowers#henry bowers x reader#imagines#patrick hocksetter x reader#victor criss x reader#victor criss#belch huggins#patrick hockstetter#it 2017#horror films#pennywise the clown#pennywise#pennywise the dancing clown#ship requests#ship request
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Me drunk enjoying my Monday at Motown Mondays.
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The Owl House And Introducing Character
So, everyone has a story that is special to them. For a lot of people, it is Avatar: The Last Air Bender, or the Harry Potter books. For me, this story is The Owl House. I have watched this series more times than I am willing to admit and I genuinely believe that the series holds up and is on par with, if not better than other stories that have gone down as classics. It’s definitely the best story about a wizarding school that I have ever read.
This series of posts will not be a review of the show, but an analysis of why I think it is so incredible.
SPOILERS AHEAD
“So, you have a different way of doing things, a different way of seeing things. That might make you weird, but it also makes you awesome.”
A Lying Witch and a Warden is the first episode of The Owl House, and it comes out swinging, thematically. The quote above is a thesis statement for the entire show. What makes you unique is what makes you special, and it’s rather telling that she’s telling this to prisoners in “The Conformatorium”, a place where people are sent to stamp out their weirdness.
I find it interesting that, at this point, nobody’s species or physical appearance is brought into question, the “weirdness” is the personality traits. This is a story about inner strength, not external appearance, so the character designers get to go wild. But there’s another thing about the character designs here that I love, in a story about being yourself, no two characters look the same (and even the twins are noticeably different from each other), in the boiling isles, you are free to be whoever you want, with the villain trying to impose conformity onto everyone else.
In any case, the point of analysis that I would like to highlight here is the three main character introductions and how well they set up the rest of the story, Luz, Eda, and King. I’m also going to mention Camilla, but that isn’t as dwelled upon, yet. (I will get there eventually)
Luz is introduced in a fantasy of her own making. She’s wacky and fun, and “Now eat this, Sucka!” is iconic, but she’s stuck in this world of make-believe because people in the real world don’t understand her. Or more accurately, aren’t willing to understand her. This entire episode is Luz’s introduction, but the self-indulgently nerdy opening sequence (the book report bit) is so quintessentially Luz.
It’s also notable that this sets up the fairly flat character arc that Luz has in season 1. I don’t mean flat as in uninteresting, I mean she starts off being quirky and the main point of the series is the message that you don’t have to change. She does grow as time goes on, but she stays herself.
Luz does have a character arc, but she doesn’t become someone different, she learns to embrace herself. This book report is such a fantastic introduction for Luz because it establishes the contrast between Luz and the tropes she is pushing through. The Owl House is tropey as all hell, Luz literally calls out half of the references in the story, and I don’t think it's worse for doing so. But Luz is distinctly separate from the tropes. She’s unique, and she’s going through her own path, but she needs to learn that she is doing that, and setting that up with a book report is awesome.
Eda is introduced as the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles and doesn’t really falter from there. What’s interesting is how she foils off Luz. Eda has embraced her weirdness but is exiled for it, or so we think. There is more under the surface, but we don’t really get more details on it, yet. I find it really interesting that the first thing Luz does to help Eda is fix a television. Changing it from a “box that reflects only sadness” to something that shines and gives off colour and noise. She brings something to life, and I think that’s what she does to everyone she meets.
Finally, there is King. King’s whole story is about his sense of self-worth and finding his purpose. As such, we are introduced to his shadow first, an inflated image that is terrifying and overbearing, and then it’s a little furball and a rubber ducky. He’s like Luz, with an expectation of how his life will turn out, only to find out later on that he will just turn out like himself and that’s okay.
There’s something fascinating that I haven’t touched on yet. These characters all have two introductions: an image, and a reality. Luz has the book report, we meet Eda and King’s shadows first. Even Warden Wrath has a mask and a true self. It’s a recurring theme that things aren’t what they seem at first glance. Each image meets a specific, very simple, trope, but then when we meet the characters, we find their complexities and weirdness. Then there’s Camilla. We only meet Camilla briefly, and she is an incredibly simple character. She’s the disapproving/misunderstanding parent figure. But, if everyone else has something deeper behind their first impression, I wonder what Camilla is like beyond what we see here.
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#the owl house#rants#literary analysis#What's so special about...?#A lying witch and a warden#this show is really special to me and I hope I do it justice#fantasy
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You yawned, rubbing your eyes in the makeshift bed you slept in. The sunshine crept though the Lodgehouse, entering through the windows.
“Hey! Specs, Racer, Henry, Albert, Elmer, Shortstack! Get a move on the papes don’t sell themselves!”
You rolled your eyes at Jack, slumping on your side. You coughed slightly, closing your eyes shut. You were never a morning person, and you never will be. “Ay, Shortstack, get your ass dressed you’se heard what Jack said!” Romeo exclaimed, pulling off your blanket. You hissed, pulling it back. “m/n! Get up!” You scoffed, pulling your head off the pillow.
“Fine! But don’t blame me if I’se grumpy all mornin’!” You exclaimed, waving your pointer finger at him.
He shrugged, giving you a grin. “Just get ready you lazy bum! Jack will have your head if you ain’t ready in five minutes.”
“Hey Albert, Elmer, Shortstack, Specs! You heard the man. Get a move on!” Race shouted from the bathroom, adjusting his clothing. Romeo walked away.
You sniffed, rubbing your nose. “I‘se thinks I’se getting a cold. I dunno though,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes again. Albert chuckled, nudging your arm as you both walked towards Race.
“I was havin’ the most beautiful dream!” Albert exclaimed. “My lips are still tinglin…”
Race took the cigar out of his mouth. “A pretty goil?” You looked up at Albert.
“A leg of lamb,” he said as he bit his lip. You let out a laugh, sneezing slightly. Albert looked down at you. “You’se gotta get that checked, Shortstack.”
You shook your head. “I can take care of myself! I’se fourteen for cryin’ out loud!” Race grinned.
“What about what happened with the Delancey’s?”
You glared at him. “Ay!” You said, stealing the cigar out of his mouth and putting it in yours.
“Hey— that’s my cigar!” He yelled, lunging for it.
Albert pulled him back, chuckling. “You’ll steal another,” he said, trying to protect you.
“Hey look! It’s bathtime at the zoo,” Specs sang, clicking his tongue at you.
You rolled your eyes. “Shut up about my mother!” Race hummed.
“If you can find her!”
All the other Newsies scoffed, hitting him for you. “Who asked you?!” They shouted. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“Papes ain’t selling like they used to! I need a new sellin’ spot. Got any ideas?” Albert asked.
Race pulled him and you aside. “From bottle ally to the harbor, there’s easy pickings guaranteed!” He sang, pointing over to the Harbor of Manhattan. The dock was where you and the boys went swimming on hot days, exempt when the Brooklyn Newsies where over there. You nodded.
“Try any banker, bum, or barber! They almost all knows how to read!” You sung. Albert nudged you a goodbye and walked down the stairs.
Jack jumped down from the lodging house stairs, taking your hat off and ruffling your hair. “It’s a crooked game we’re playin’. One we’ll neva loose!” Race stood behind, trying to mess with him. Jack playfully punched him, chuckling as he fled the scene. Crutchie stood behind him. He grabbed you and pulled you back. “You’se my selling partna today, m/n.” You nodded.
“Long as suckas don’t mind playin’ just to get bad news!” You yelled, adjusting your overalls and moving along with the others to Newsie Square.
“Ain’t it a fine life, carrying the banner through it all!” The Newsboys all shouted, either getting ready or applying their paper bags. “A mighty fine life!” Crutchie hit you with his crutch and you laughed, smiling. “Carrying the banner though and tall!”
All of you flooded to one part of a square. “When that bell rings! We goes where we wishes! We’se as free as fishes!” You all ran down the stairs, smiling happily.
“Shore beats washin’ dishes!” You sang, helping Crutchie hop down the stairs.
It was near ten as the clock rang and you just sold the last of your papes from yesterday. You tended to save your papes instead of cashing them all off in one day, so you wouldn’t have to spend money the next day. The boys would always bug you for money, but you shook your head, eager to sell the next pape.
You turned to Romeo, who patted you on the back. “Hey m/n, watch this!” He exclaimed, stepping towards a man and a lady walking by.
“Romeo- I don’t think this is a good-”
He turned to you. “Shut up, Shortstack!” You held your hands up in defense. “Well hello, hello, hello beautiful!” He hummed, turning to the lady. You chuckled, shaking your head at the poor boy as Jack pulled him aside.
“Woah step aside Romeo, nothin’ what concerns you here,” you rolled your eyes as you got pulled in by Jack. He looked over at the… couple? “This is my little brotha, m/n.” You glared at him. “He’s ten. m/n, say hi!”
You gritted your teeth and pulled off a fake smile. “Hi,” you seethed, passing a glare at Jack. Sure you loved the guy, but he always used your smallness to get more papes.
“My poor, deathly ill brotha was wonderin’ if you would be interested in the latest news?” He asked, rather sweetly. It was so interesting how your makeshift family could turn their switches so easily for a dime.
The girl scoffed. “The paper isn’t out yet,” she said. Jack sighed, seizing you in for a fake hug.
“Would you spot a few cents for my brotha’s cause?” He asked, the girl noticing his smirk.
She smirked. “Wh- Oh! I’ve got a headline for you! Cheeky boy gets nothing for his troubles.”
You burst out laughing along with the other boys, hi-fiving the girl as she walked away.
“Anyways boys, I gots to run to my selling spot!” You exclaimed nervously, grabbing the paper that Eliza gave you yesterday.
Meet me by the bench. 10 am.
Jack turned over to you. “I’se thoughts you was sellin’ with me today!” He said, turning around. You shook your head.
“No can do, Jackie. Not today!”
Race arched an eyebrow, leaning on a lamp post as Crutchie defended his limp a little ways away. “Why don’t you want to woik with Jack, today, Shortstack?” He asked, crossing his arms. Almost all the Newsies eyed you in suspicion. You innocently shrugged.
“I dunno,” you said, smiling sheepishly.
Albert crossed his arms, standing along with Race. “Shortstack…” he warned. You sighed in complaint. “We’se just cares about youse.” You nodded quickly.
“Yep. I know. I love ya!” You darted off, leaving the other Newsies confused.
// I think that was longer than I expected to write lmao 😒
#newsies broadway#newsies#newsies fanfiction#race higgins#jack kelly#overprotective#OMG OVERALLS ARE SO CUTE OMG#newsies x reader#newsies x male!reader
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Any new goals for 2023?
New car, new crib, to be closer with God (pray more), triple my $$$$$, better my health (physically & mentally), travel outside the US and to remain sucka free 🌟
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WWE announcer Corey Graves did a tribute on Monday Night Raw this week by reciting a legendary slogan from the late Pat Stay with “Look at you go.” Rest In Peace to Pat Stay 🙏💔🕊
#celebrities#wwe#pro wrestling#wrestling#wrestling news#wwe superstars#world wrestling#world wrestling entertainment#pro wrestler#wwe raw#aew#aew wrestling#wwe nxt#monday night raw#pat stay#rip Pat stay#Sucka free boss#battle rap#rap battle#KOTD#RBE#URLTV#SMACK URL#canada#nova scotia#wrestling community#COREY GRAVES#WWE ANNOUNCER#THE MIZ#bobby lashley
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Your shiny little cat eyes😭 Can i adopt you please???
I am a free roaming cat sucka
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"I already hate the name, and you are STILL annoying me with that cat thing? I'll make you regret that" - Darius and Luz.
So, hear me out. I know that Darius and Luz did not interact that much, but since that episode with the C.A.T.S, I've been thinking on something. Darius hated the name, but Luz loves cats, so wouldn't be funny if Luz was annoying Darius with cats things, trying to make him less grumpy, but he decides to make her stop other way? I don't know, just tought is was cute and funny
It is cute and funny! Sorry it took so long to get to this!
Thats what you get
Luz squealed as she ran from the former abomination coven head, jumping over and dodging abominations as they came at her. “YOU CAN’T GET ME SUCKA!”
“I CAN AND I WILL YOU LITTLE TROGLODYTE!” Darius shouted back. He really didn’t understand how Eda dealt with this child, she was an absolute menace to society! …Actually on second thought, it made perfect sense that they would get along so well.
“WHY ARE YOU SUCH A GRUMPA-PUSS?!” she cackled, jumping around another abomination.
He growled, “JUST PUT ANOTHER NAIL IN THAT COFFIN! SEE IF I CARE!”
Oh that blasted group name Raine insisted upon. That’s why he was in this mess to begin with! He’d just been having a nice relaxing day off, but when Hunter got home from school he’d brought the riff raff with him.
Luz, while a savior of their world, was still an annoying teenager. And it seems she was dead set on annoying him today. Perhaps payback for scaring her so badly when he’d “captured” her and Eda. Or maybe she was just that annoying naturally.
Hunter was getting something from his room, and he foolishly left him and Luz alone.
“Soooo, how’s my second… no third… no…” she began counting on her fingers, “My 5th favorite member of the CATTs doing? Not counting myself, Eda, and King of course.”
He raised a brow, “So what, I’m your least favorite member? And of the love of Titan don’t call it that. I never agreed to that name and I refuse to acknowledge it.”
“But it’s such a good name!” she pressed, grinning at him. “The CATTs! It just sounds so cool!”
“Luz. I’ve told you. I already hate the name, and you’re STILL annoying me with that cat thing? I will make you regret that.” he threatened, summoning an abomination next to the girl.
He’d never hurt the child, she was Eda’s kid after all and he was better than that. But there were many ways to make her regret crossing him. Like a particularly fun one that Hunter had clued him in on some time ago.
“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you trYHIHIHI!” she squealed as the abomination squeezed her sides.
He smirked at her, “Well? Do you yield?”
She giggled and squeaked as his abomination tickled her to pieces. But she shook her head, grabbed a previously unseen ice glyph, and froze his poor abomination. “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!” she cried as she ran off.
And thus, here they were. Him chasing a bratty child through his house, Hunter was nowhere to be seen, so he was likely staying out of it. Smart on his part really, he’d just be caught up in the chase.
Luz vaulted over the couch, but luckily for him, she tripped on the landing and face planted. He dove at his opportunity, picking her up under the arms with a smirk. “Gotcha.”
Luz wriggled and kicked in his grip, but gave up after a moment. “No fair.”
“Very fair.” he smirked, digging his thumbs under her arms.
Immediately she squealed, kicking as she wiggled. “EHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLES!”
“Sorry kid, the tickles will continue until you apologize and tell me you will never bother me with that ridiculous group name again.” he hummed, summoning a few abomination tendrils to wiggle and poke at her belly.
She shrieked anew, kicking at him and snorting. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Just apologize and I will.” he shrugged, handing her off to the abominations so his hands could be free.
“NEHEHEHEHEHEVER!”
“Then I guess the tickles will never end. Oh well.” he tutted, poking along her ribs, unbeknownst to him, he hit a particular spot on her ribs, marked by a freckle, that was much worse than most other spots.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!” she screamed, jumping and kicking at him.
He paused for a moment, but the evil side of him won over as he drilled into the awful spot. “Oh? Not here? Not right here? In this ticklish little spot?”
She screeched and cackled wildly, flailing her arms about. “EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!”
He finally stopped, placing her gently on the couch. “There now, was that so hard?”
She bubbled out little giggles and squeaks still, but managed to blow a weak raspberry at him.
He just rolled his eyes and poked her side, “I regret nothing. I got what I wanted.”
She sat up, “Yeah yeah… I’m gonna see what Hunters doing. See ya kitty!” And before he could grab her again she raced off, cackling all the way.
He glared at her retreating form, but there was no denying that small smile on his face. He’d get her for that later, and he had a feeling that’s exactly what she wanted.
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Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…
Treat your house like their house?
Hand-make you a birthday present?
Make you laugh when you are sad?
Give you a nickname or be the first to do so?
Know how to perform a magic trick?
Talk during a movie?
Appear in a music video?
Impulse buy an inflatable dinosaur suit?
Fake their birthday at a restaurant for free cake?
Cheat at a board game?
Fake a foreign accent?
Pet a dog?
1. You invite any one of them in and they’ll treat it as ‘mi casa, su casa’. Feet will be sat on the table. Food will be pilfered from the fridge. No drawer or cabinet is safe. Paul will stroll around with no pants on. Dwayne will use all your conditioner. And you had better hope that you don’t keep a diary because David will find it, and he will read it. Aloud, if there’s anything juicy in there.
2. Marko. He’s the most crafty d.i.y of all of them.
3. Paul. He’s a clown.
4. David doesn’t do nicknames. Paul and Marko do, so they’d start it.
5. David. “I’m going to make this pencil, disappear” seriously though he doesn’t even need to be good at magic tricks because he can just mindscrew with what you’re seeing
6. Marko. He questions stupid decisions the characters make, loudly. Dwayne gets drawn in in spite of himself.
7. Probably Paul but Dwayne would fit into a music video well. He is the shirtless eye candy here. Alas, it depends if vampires can show up on camera or not
8. Paul. He would be a terror.
9. Marko is always down for free cake so he would do it and he would feel no shame. Or he’d say it was one of the others’ birthday purely to embarrass them and get free cake.
10. They all cheat at cards, so I think boardgames would be it too. The trick is to out cheat the others. David is usually better at it
11. Dwayne’s “You missed sucka!” line makes me think he’d be the type of guy to impersonate Arnold Schwarzenegger’s “I’ll be back” and “Get to the Choppa!” so yeah. Dodgy foreign accents are Dwayne’s thing.
12. Thorn loves pets. He is a Good Boy - when Max isn’t in a bad mood anyway. They all pet Thorn, but the dog likes Marko best.
Regular dogs are sadly unwilling to be petted by the Boys. Horses are fair game though - despite their reputation for vampire detection and psychic sensitivity, horses seem oblivious to the Vibe the vampires give off.
David pets horses.
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