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purplesurveys · 2 years

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alphabet-inspired survey by voicedance16

What's the most recent album you've been really into? I haven’t been listening to music much lately but I will say Hope World and mono. have been repeat choices whenever I’m in the mood to listen to a full album.

Where did you go the last time you were on an airplane? Technically it was back home, but we had flown to Bicol at the time for a quick family getaway. That was three years ago, though.

Have you ever owned an American Girl doll? Probably not. I don’t even know what that is.

Do you know anyone who has autism? Yes, a few.

Do see a lot of birds in your area? I wouldn’t say a lot but it’s a good amount. There are even birds that like to hang out by my aircon as I hear them at the same spot nearly everyday.

Have you ever been blueberry picking? No. I’m like 102% certain that’s not even a thing here.

Have you ever seen a Broadway musical? No, it’s not really my thing.

What was the last book you read, or the book you're currently reading? I can’t remember as I don’t really read a lot.

Do you take the bus often? Nah I don’t take public transport because ours is shit. I’ve only taken buses on school trips or when I’m abroad.

Have you ever sung in a choir? Nope.

Do you have a cat? I never had a cat of my own. We had Arlee, who was my sister’s, for a few years though. I became her caregiver when my sister had to live in a dorm for college, but she never really did warm up to me.

What was the last thing you cooked? Instant noodles, unsurprisingly.

Have you ever been to Cape Cod? No I don’t even know where that is.

Do you enjoy riding carousels? Not really. I haven’t been on one since I was a kid.

What is your favorite dog breed? Golden retrievers and beagles.

Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate? It depends on the snack. I like milk chocolate bars/bites, but when it comes to chocolate chip cookies or cakes and stuff like that I do prefer the taste of dark chocolate more.

When was the last time you went to the doctor? May of 2020.

Have you ever fed ducks? Probably a few times in the past when I was younger.

Do you like elephants? I love elephants, they’re my other favorite animal besides dogs.

Do you know anyone named Emily? Doesn’t ring a bell.

What is your favorite way to eat eggs? Scrambled with lots of cheese or omelette with all the fillings you could possibly squeeze inside of it haha. When it comes to the yolk, I like it super runny; a completely cooked one is a no-no for me.

Are you an early bird or a night owl? I’m honestly technically both because my body just likes to reject sleep, lol. I think I fit the title of night owl better though; I prefer going out and doing stuff at night and I like staying out late.

Do you have your ears pierced? Yeah, my parents had them pierced when I was a few months old.

Do you know anyone who can speak French? Not personally.

Do you like Frozen? I’ve never seen it. I will say that people like pitting Frozen against Tangled, and I’ve always preferred the latter.

How do you feel about frogs? Scared of them for the most part but apparently when I’m buzzed I make friends with them instead and chase them around lol.

Do you have any framed photos/pictures in your room? A few, yes.

Do you floss your teeth every day? Not everyday.

Do you prefer gold or silver jewelry? Silver.

What is your favorite card or board game? I’m not into games much.

Have you ever been to Germany? I have not.

Do you believe in ghosts? No, but I nonetheless like reading ghost stories or ‘sightings’ on the supernatural. Threads like those are abundant on Reddit and I could spend hours reading them hahaha.

Have you ever seen or listened to the musical Hadestown? No. I’ve never heard of it.

What has been your favorite Halloween costume you've worn? When I went as Sofie because it was such a low-effort costume that turned out to be hilarious and memorable. Speaking of which, Sofie is moving to London?!?!?! We haven’t kept in touch much over the last couple of years but she did reach out recently to share this; apparently she’s making the move this September so we’re currently scheduling dinner out sometime soon so we can spend some time with her before she leaves. I’m so proud of our little girl :’)

Can you do a handstand? No. I tried dozens of times as a kid but stopped for good after I had a bad-ish attempt that led to a funny feeling on my shoulder.

Who is one of your heroes? I don’t believe in the concept of heroes much, but one of the people that comes closest to that is Kim Namjoon.

Do you enjoy hot chocolate? I don’t think I can say that. I do order hot chocolate sometimes but I hate hot beverages so I wait for it to considerably cool down, hahaha.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Matcha.

Have you ever been to Italy? No.

Do you like Indian food? Love Indian food. I think it’s the best cuisine out there.

Do you have a good imagination? I think it’s certainly improved/expanded given my line of work. I’m constantly expected to come up with a stream of ideas and angles everyday so being able to work on my creativity (and learning that it apparently exists) has been a positive effect from my job.

Do you use Instagram often? Yeah. Gone are the days where I used to snub Instagram LOL, I check it multiple times a day now.

Do you have a piece of jewelry you wear every day? I don’t.

Do you ever write in a journal? Not a physical one but I do have this blog that pretty much serves that purpose.

What is something that brings you joy? Eating out.

What is your favorite flavor of jam? I don’t like jam.

Do you know anyone named Julie? Doesn’t ring a bell either.

Have you ever had key lime pie? Nopes.

What does your keychain look like? I have these really cute student-themed Tata keychains that go with my car keys.

If you got a kitten, what would you name it? Idk, I’d have to think about it and spend some time with the kitten before I can decide on a name.

What was the last kind thing you did for someone? Helped out with my sister’s fundraising project for the short film she’s producing for her thesis.

Do you live near a lake? Nope, no lakes anywhere here.

Are you prone to losing things often? Yeah I have a serious problem with misplacing things hahaha.

When was the last time you drank a latte? Ooh, good question. I’m actually not sure since I typically go for macchiatos.

Have you ever been to London? Nope.

Have you ever seen a loon? Idk what this is referring to so probably not.

What is or was your major in college? (Or what you want it to be) Journalism.

What was the last movie you watched? A local film called A Hard Day.

When was the last time you spoke to your mom? A few hours ago.

What is your typical morning routine? It’s a really straightforward one; I just heat up the water once I get up and use the waiting time to make my bed and wash my face and hair (or take a whole shower altogether if I feel like it). By the time I’m done the water’s already heated, so I make my coffee and head back to my room so I can start working.

What was the last thing you received in the mail? Photocards and stickers that I ordered from the BTS Deco Kit, heheh. I’m not a scrabook-y person so I didn’t get the whole package, but I did order the sets specific to Yoongi, Tae, and Jungkook so that I at least have a few souvenirs of the merch.

Have you ever been to New York City? Nope.

Have you ever found a newt? (Hehe another Matilda reference) No.

Are you wearing a necklace currently? I am not.

What is your name? Robyn.

Do you like olives? I hate them for the most part, but there are certain dishes wherein I’m willing to eat the green ones especially if in pasta.

Do you know anyone named Olivia? Hmmm, I don’t think so. At least not personally. I really love the name Olivia though, it’s one of my favorites.

When was the last time you went to or saw the ocean? Last April.

Do the trees change colors in October where you live? No.

Do you enjoy going for walks in the park? I wish we had parks here to begin with, then maybe I’d enjoy walking in them.

Do you know anyone who is pregnant? Yeah, this girl I’m working with is having her first baby in a few months. I’m super excited for her but I also feel kind of bad because we’re handling a shit client who gives no regard nor respect for their agencies’ free time, weekends, mental health, etc. It makes her overtime/overwork most of the time so I’m constantly finding myself concerned about her, lol.

Do you have a Pinterest account? I don’t have an account but I’ll sometimes find myself on there when I need pegs or mockups for the stuff I do for work.

Do you prefer pancakes or waffles? Waffles.

What is something you are passionate about? Politics.

What is your favorite pizza topping? Barbecue chicken.

Do you prefer a quiet or noisy environment? Noisy, for the most part. I like a little bit of hustle and bustle for me to be in my element. Environments that are too quiet just cause my mind to wander about and think about my worries a bit more.

What is one question you don't like being asked? If I’m still happy at my job. I don’t know the right way to answer that at this point, hahaha.

Do you know anyone whose name starts with Q? Yeah.

Do you like raspberries? The flavor of it, sure; but not the fruit.

When was the last time it rained where you live? Earlier today.

Are you wearing anything red currently? Part of my top is red but it doesn’t make up the whole shirt.

Do you like to read? Not so much. I was into it a whole lot more as a kid, but I grew out of it.

Do you know anyone who has a pet rabbit? I don’t think so.

What is one of your favorite songs currently? everythingoes by RM.

What is your favorite thing to order at Starbucks? Iced caramel macchiato with a dark chocolate macadamia cookie.

Do you see beautiful sunsets where you live? Yes, and it helps too that we have a rooftop so the sunsets are definitely much more visible and prettier where I am.

What is your favorite season? We don’t have seasons.

What was the last type of sandwich you ate? It was a spam, egg, cheese sandwich from Starbucks.

What is your favorite kind of tea? I don’t really like tea.

Have you ever been on a train? Once.

Who is or was your favorite teacher you've had? My political science instructor, social history professor, and high school music teacher.

Have you ever been to Toronto? Nope.

Who is someone you know who is talkative? Kata., but in the best way.

When was the last time you took an Uber? Like 2017?? before they shut Uber down where I live :(

Do you own a pair of Ugg boots? No.

When was the last time you saw one of your uncles? A couple of weeks ago. But I wouldn’t be seeing that uncle for a while because he voted for Marcos and subsequently lost my respect.

Do you live in the USA? No.

Where are you planning to go on your next vacation? Either Singapore or South Korea.

Do you know anyone who plays the violin? Yeah, I know JM can. I think Hannah can as well? I just can’t remember.

Do you know anyone who is a vegetarian? Vegan yeah, but I’m not sure about vegetarian.

Have you ever taken voice lessons? Nopes.

Do you own a Vera Bradley bag/purse? No.

Have you ever been in a wedding? Sure. I haven’t been to one since like 2007 though. The next weddings I’ll be attending will most likely already be my friends’ or my cousins’.

What is your favorite day of the week? Friday.

Do you have a glass of water near you? Not water but I have a mug of coffee right beside me.

Have you ever read the Warriors series? No.

What are 3 things you wish for? More money, more years with my dogs, and the opportunity to travel to more countries.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Yep.

Do you know anyone whose name starts with X? I do.

What is something you're excited for? PROOF EEEEEEKKKKKKKK

Do you like Airheads X-tremes? No.

Name something you like that is the color yellow. Fairy lights and cheese.

Do you enjoy going to yard sales? Sure. There aren’t a lot of those where I live though.

Name 3 things you did yesterday. Drove 5 hours to Ateneo in an attempt to go to Leni’s thanksgiving event (and ending up missing it...), celebrating my alma mater’s first basketball championship since 1986 (WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!), and drank at Ortigas with Hans and Angela.

Do you yawn often? Erm no not really, only in the morning and evening, and occasionally mid-work.

When was the last time you went to the zoo? Many years ago. I’m not a fan of zoos.

Do you have a zipper on anything you're currently wearing? Nopes.

Have you ever been to Zimbabwe? I have not.

#survey #surveys

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Chaos in Coccham - Conquering Candy

Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom) Pairing: Finan/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Originally the line “The fun doesn't have to end.” came from a challenge held by @geekandbooknerd - I forgot about it and I am so sorry! I know it’s months late...

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“Children, with me!” Finan held up his plastic sword. Marching forward down the street.

The man was insane, yet here you were, going along with whatever insanity he drug you all into. All in good fun of course. Finan had volunteered to take his favourite small humans trick or treating. He had but one rule – matching costumes.

Finan lived for a good theme costume. Whether it was Halloween or a random Tuesday night around the dinner table. More than once he had convinced the children, and a few adults, to wear costumes on a random week night gathering. He was truly the life of the party and you loved him dearly for it, despite it driving you mad at times.

This year's theme was Conquering Danes.

Sihtric had been geared up to don his best Dane costume, insisting that he knew more than Finan about what Danes wore to battle in 895, which made it a crushing defeat when he came down with the flu. As a last minute replacement, you were shoved into a black feaux leather ensemble and sent out the door. This was not how you had pictured your Halloween. At the same time, it didn't hurt Finan to have a voice of reason along for the ride.

“He's nuts,” Osferth shook his head, herding small children along.

Osfterth had agreed to tag along, although he was level headed and had far more sense than Finan, he was just as bad when it came to having fun. The two men would run wild, dragging the children along, had you not been sent to keep them in line, as if Sihtric would have been more help. Walking down the street, a few blocks from Uhtred's home you held tightly to Aelfwynn's hand.

A few feet behind you and his niece, Osferth walked along keeping Osbert and his nephew Aethelstan with the group. The two little boys were easily distracted by the chaos of Halloween. With Finan at the front, young Uhtred, Stiorra, and her “he's a boy and a friend, not my boyfriend” Sigtryggr trudged along. Since Danes raided far and wide, Uhtred had decided to go with an English monk robe.

Not wanting Uhtred to be the only one fighting against the invading Danes, Osferth had found a matching monk costume. They looked more like two dudes in night shirts than monks. Whatever you admired their commitment and questioned their sanity, when they came downstairs with their hair cut to fit the costume. Whatever happened to wigs?

“Three more houses and then we start back,” You and Aelfwynn jog ahead to catch up with the bigger kids and the biggest kid of all, Finan.

“What? Only three?” Finan pouts. “My love, my heart. It's Halloween, don't deprive the children of the sweet, sweet rewards that they're about to gain.”

“It's Halloween, but some of these children have curfew.” You shake your head, holding onto the sword tied to your side. For plastic, it's heavy enough. “And some of these children are already missing their bedtime.” You glance back at Osferth and the two boys.

“Baby Monk is fine, he will sleep in tomorrow.” Finan laughs, swinging his sword expertly.

When or how he learned sword skills, you weren't sure, nor did you want to ask.

“I'm not talking about Osferth, you moron.” You sigh and smack his arm.

“Oh, she's getting rough.” Finan laughs and winks at you. Only to get another smack.

“Finan, there are children.” Hissing at him, your cheeks grow hot.

“What? It's not like they even know what I am talking about.” He shakes his head, rubbing his hand over his beard.

“Uh, I happen to know full well where babies comes from.” Uhtred pipes up, earning a laugh from Stiorra and Sigtryggr.

“You shush.” You warn the teenager, scowling at him playfully.

“Can we do more? Please,” Stiorra bats her eye lashes at you. It may work for Finan, but it won't work for you. No way. No how.

“Three.” You firmly state. It's not as if this is the end, they still have the whole other side of the street to do.

“My love, my heart,” Finan hangs back, wrapping his arm around you. Kissing your cheek, he smiles sweetly. “What is a few more houses? Let them have their night of fun, then we can head back. Once we're at Uhtred's and the children are all safe...”

“Finan, I know what you are trying to do. And it's not working.”

“Worth a try.” He winks.

The looks you were giving him, if they could kill he would likely be a dead man right now. He suggested that he take you home and have a cuddle. Not put the children to bed and run naked through the streets, while egging houses.

“What if we take a vote?” Uhtred asked, his curls bouncing as he walks.

“A vote? So you can all side with Finan?”

“It's only fair.” Finan adds, his cheeky grin nearly killing you.

“Fine!” You stop walking, nearly causing Aelfwynn to topple over.

Behind you, Osferth and the two boys stop quickly before crashing into the group ahead of them.

“Why are we stopping?” Osbert scowls. He was thisss close to more candy.

“We are having a vote.” Uhtred announces. Explaining the situation, he asks for those who want to stick to the original plan to raise their hand. Osferth, of course, and yourself. Well. “Now, raise your hand if you want to add more houses to the original plan?”

A landslide, minus Finan? Interesting. As the children revel in their victory, Finan holds up a hand to silence them.

“That's fair, I admit. But, I think we make it fair. If we add more houses now, when we get back it's straight to bed for everybody.” He watches the faces around him fall. “However, if we stick to the original plan of trick or treating, when we get back we can sort our plunder, then I will agree to watch one movie.”

“You can't change the rules.” Aethelstan huffs.

“Aye, but I can little man. I'm the adult here.”

You and Osferth both snort at that admission. He's an adult and you were a Princess, stolen from your lands, where your father a rich king was offering a handsome ransom for your safe return.

“So what is it? More houses or home to more fun?”

The looks on their young faces were equivalent to sad puppies. One could swear that Finan had just announced there would be no candy, period.

Mulling it over, Stiorra glances to Uhtred. Allowing her brother to work his way out of this one for them.

“The fun doesn't have to end.” Uhtred smirked, his father's name not the only thing he inherited.

“I agree, so what is it?” Finan made eye contact with each child.

“Fine, we'll stick to the plan. Then go home.” Stiorra spoke. “But we get to pick the movie!”

“Nothing too scary,” Osferth cautions. “Remember, we do have little ones.”

“And Finan,” You giggle. “The last time you guys let him watch scary movies, I was awake with him for weeks.”

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plush-anon · 3 years

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You worked at joanns? 😍 dream job

In all fairness, a large part (and I do mean a LARGE part) of why I enjoyed working at Joanns were the managers.

The store manager was a guy named Richard, one of maybe two or three men who worked there total, and this man was practically a saint as far as retail goes.

This was a man who would, with no hesitation, get on the floor to help customers, or hop on the registers to check customers' purchases out, or pop on to the cutting counter to cut fabric. He remembered the names of regulars, would chat and smile while getting shit done, and was the type of guy to speak slowly and softly when we had shitstains explode at us measly peons for not giving them the full cost of an item back in a return (ex $200) when they used a coupon to purchase an item to begin with and only paid a portion of the cost (ex. $150). No joke, this actually happened to me on Black Friday with a man who stood at about 6 foot with a crewcut and a snarl (the military Karen, if you would)

Richard, of course, stood at about 6 foot 5 inches, and reminded me of a ginger grizzly bear in some ways. Very few customers continued to be assholes when they asked to speak to the manager and Richard came over, smiling wide. He encouraged us to chat with the customers while we worked the cutting counter - it was a good way to learn about what they were making, encouraged general conversation and lent itself to a better environment for everyone, worker and customer alike, so we weren't just awkwardly standing in silence the whole time.

The assistant store manager (aka his second in command - we had two other assistant managers, but she wielded more power than both of them) was Farrah, and she was basically Cool Wine Aunt, but with weed. She was open about smoking it (but not in a pressure-the-underlings kind of way, but more of a 'yeah, it calms me down' kind of way) but never on the clock, and was just really chill in general. She was also a 'jump on the registers' type of manager, and on occasion would take the closing staff out to get a drink from the texmex place next to us in the shopping center, and cover one for each of us - particularly during the Holiday Clusterfuck of October, November, and December (their Frozen Kahlua Mudlslide was my alcoholic drink of choice - they also had these spicy chicken strips that were amazing with it, but I digress).

Both of them were amazing people who would support and back us up without hesitation (if they weren't dealing with corporate or stock trucks coming in), and both routinely worked 15 to 20 hours UNPAID overtime during the Holiday Clusterfuck so that we the underlings could get more hours without Corporate jumping up our ass about going over budget.

They were also refreshingly upfront in our monthly meetings about profits and meeting them, as well as why company policy was the way it was, and how to work within the boundaries so we got more hours. One of my favorite moments was when they said the fabric sales essentially covered their own cost (production and delivery); the rest of the cheap crap in the store was what covered our paycheck and electricity, so hawk it as much as you can if you want extra in the bank (paraphrasing here, but that's not that far off what they actually said tbh).

With some Karen-y exceptions, the customers were honestly pretty chill. There were two women from a nearby church who bought well over 200 yards of cut fleece to make no-sew fleece blankets for children and the poor in December (it took forever to do, but they were so cheerful about it and told some funny anecdotes in between, kept the counter clear as soon as they were cut, etc. Took them three carts to haul everything to the register XD).

There was the slew of quilters making everything from baby blankets to anniversary gifts to quilts for their grandkids attending the local university that they could wear to football games in the colder weather, while still showing team pride. They always bought quarters and eighths and the end of the bolt for half price, digging thru our remnants bin for something they might have missed they could get for half price. They always talked about what they were working on, and spoke in great detail on their kids or cousins or niblings or grandkids. I saw so many pictures on phones, in wallets, and they loved them to absolute pieces.

There were cosplayers making their first costume to comicon, halloween goers trying their hand at making their own outfits, and a few furries making custom suits for order or just updating their own personal outfit. There were the usual school and church Christmas plays that needed costumes, and folks making custom table runners and place settings for family holiday meals.

One notable young man bought out 30+ yards of our 65" inch wide bolt felt for JEWELRY projects he was making as a part of his business and as a part of his art program (you can major in art with a concentration in jewelry making, and he was using it for that). He didn't leave a card, but the pictures he showed us were STUNNING.

We had a few elderly mothers come in with their daughters, to pick out fabrics so they could make their own wedding dresses, or quinceanera outfits, or veils; they showed us the patterns they had, or the pictures they were basing the designs off of, and all of them were STUNNING. (One came back in with the finished dress in the bag, this intricately beaded poofy dress that had to have taken days, hot pink and shiny).

We had local restaurant owners pop in for re-upholstery projects and curtains and vinyl; same with teachers and deck dads and furniture restoration workers that would gush about the design, what they had planned. Some would bicker with their spouses on the pattern, but it felt good-natured on the whole.

We had some elderly men come in to peer over our sewing machines - "How much it run for? My wife's birthday is coming up and her old machine's about done, and I want to surprise her. She had a Singer, but she hates the electronic screens on some of these newer ones, they hurt her eyes." - and moms coming in to sew some custom bed sheets for their kids - "My son really likes the new My Little Pony show, but he's a little shy about it. Do you think the blue's okay? Only he like yellow more, but they don't have any back there and he doesn't MIND blue really but - Actually scratch that, how wide is the fabric? My pattern says it needs to be at LEAST 22 inches wide, does it say on the box?" - and people coming up with some WILD craft ideas that were always a delight to hear them gush about - "So this MAY seem crazy, but I can turn these plastic pumpkin trick-or-treat pails into SNOWMEN heads with felt like this. We fill them with treats for the kids since we don't have a fireplace and they like it fine, but someone said I should sell these on Etsy and people really like them! But I've run out of pumpkins, and you have NO idea how happy I am that you guys still have some left."

The group we had to work with was also pretty crafty; a few were chronic call-outs, some a bit lazy, some perpetually done-with-this-nonsense, but we were mostly on the same page on shift, and all of us were crafty as heck. The employee discount was a blessing AND a curse, lemme tell you.

Stock was the best part, for me. Hours before the store opened at 9 AM, we would rip open the boxes and stuff everything onto the shelves, organizing anything the closing shift missed the night before along the way, updating new stickers or shuffling pegs over for new product arrangement, etc. We could listen to music or podcasts as we worked, and I ended up impressing some of them bc of how fast I tore through everything some mornings (the music definitely helped out there).

I was actually about to be promoted to assistant manager after 6 months, but then I got my job with the university, and they had federal health benefits AND dental, so... yeah, no contest there. Richard actually laughed when I told him I'd been hired at the university and was giving my two week notice, since it meant he didn't have to do the slew of paperwork that accompanied new assistant manager hires. He congratulated me on the job, especially the health benefits - he said that was a perk worth leaving any job here for. I nearly cried with relief that he wasn't mad.

He and Farrah chipped in and got me a small music box that plays Man of La Mancha's Dream the Impossible Dream on my last day. It still sits on my desk at work.

It was honestly my favorite retail job out of the bunch I've suffered through. Surprising at first, since I initially received a rejection email bare HOURS after my interview with Farrah, but about a month later (as I trawled endlessly through interview after interview, desperate for anything those first few months ), I got a call back from them asking if I was still interested (which I was, bc hey a job!). They remembered me specifically bc I had missed my bus to the interview, called ahead to let them know I would be late, then walked the whole way there in the rain to get there. (It was only about a mile and a half away, so not a terrible journey, but flooding is an issue in our flat-ass city; I looked like a drenched afghan hound holding a useless umbrella, so enjoy that imagery).

They were particularly impressed by the calling-ahead part.

Unfortunately, both of them ended up moving on to different paths over the year after I left - apparently they had been friends with benefits (? I say hesitantly, since I ran into one of my coworkers at an art show later on and she spilled the beans there - she was a bit flighty in nature though, and got caught up in gossip a LOT, so who knows. Lovely brocade custom projects though), and his ex girlfriend had called corporate on them and got both fired.

I think Farrah came back some time later, but the damage was done after that - the new manager came in and operated SOLELY to corporate policy. A LOT went to pieces in terms of store cleanliness, order, and general camaraderie after that - the new fabric counter folks look and sound dead inside, and barely interact with customers (not even a 'whatcha making' in passing, which is kind of sad - the stories I got helped to pass the time, and kept me from using up all of my Set Conversation Phrases for customers that actually WOULD leave us standing in silence). Corporate also stopped some of the smaller store policies that made our job easier and gave the customers a little something extra (the 'end-of-the-bolt' discount - if, after the customer orders say, 2 yards of fabric on the bolt, and there's say, a half yard "remnant" left on the bolt, we can sell them the remnant for half-price. A LOT of quilters LOVED this, and we did too, since it saved us from filling out the remnant tag and printing a sticker later on).

Just goes to show how important good management is in a business; especially when it can kick a store previously part of the top 50 stores in the NATION (while being a medium store at that - smaller place, NOT Hobby Lobby size like the Large stores) to something much less pleasant. I could be rose-goggling the situation thought - retail is still retail, no matter how nice some aspects are - but it still sticks with me as to how good he experience was even taking into account that it WAS minimum wage retail.

Food for thought, lads, food for thought.

#plush gets personal #joanns #joann fabrics #employment #retail hell #or well #not so much hell for this one #retail... purgatory? yeah that'll work

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queenofspades20 · 4 years

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Scream - Chapter 1

So this is a reimagining of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Some of the relationships will be different. I am going to mostly follow the movie, but going to change up some of the ending and who is going to be the killer may or may not change. Also, this is going to be set with everyone in college (so, kind of borrowing some elements from Scream 2) and while cellphone use will be prevalent, in this universe, people actually answer unknown calls. I know it’s not the most realistic, but given that most people I know (including myself) don’t answer calls from numbers they don’t recognize, I kind of need people to actually answer their phones for this story to work.

So, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (future chapters); Avengers x Reader

Warnings: gore, angst, violence

Sharon was making some popcorn when he heard his phone go off. The number came up as Unknown.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Who’s this?” A voice responded. Sharon couldn’t tell if the voice was male or female.

“Who are you looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I think you have a wrong number,” Sharon said with a smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“It happens. Have a good night.” Sharon hung up the call and put her phone on the counter. She turned back to the popcorn, which was almost finished. After a few minutes, her phone started ringing again, “Unknown” on the caller screen. Sharon just hit ignore. Almost immediately, the phone started ringing again. Sharon gave a huff of annoyance and picked up her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello. I’m sorry. I must have dialed the wrong number.”

“Well, why did you dial it again?” Sharon said with a slight laugh.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for calling you. And, not going to lie, you sound cute.”

Sharon still could not tell if the voice was male or female, but decided to go with it. A little flirtation never hurt anyone. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. What are you up to tonight?”

“Watching some movies.”

“What kind of movies?”

“Just some scary movies. You know, get into the season.” Sharon grabbed the popcorn and moved towards the living room. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that Steve was late, which was unusual for him. Steve always loved a horror movie night.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” the caller asked.

“Um… probably Halloween.”

“Is that the one where the guy chases after the babysitters?”

“Michael Myers. Yeah.”

“That’s a good one. I was always partial to Friday the 13th.”

“Voorhees is a good villain. I love that series.”

“So, what’s your name?” Sharon pulled the phone away from her ear to send a quick text to Steve to see where he was.

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“I want to know who I’m looking at.”

“What?” Sharon felt alarmed.

“I want to know who I’m talking to.”

“That’s not what you said.” Sharon made her way to the front door. She looked out the window next to the door, but could not see anything. After checking the lock, she went to the back door that led to the patio.

“Listen, I got to go.”

“I thought we were having a nice little chat.”

“Chat with someone else.”

“Don’t hang up on me.” The voice suddenly took an angry tone.

Sharon hung up and started to dial Steve’s number when her phone rang again. Sharon sighed and answered the phone. “Yes?”

“I told you not to hang up on me.”

“What do you want?” Sharon asked, exasperated.

“I just want to talk.”

“Well, call someone else.” Sharon hung up the phone. She made her way back to the living room when her phone went off again.

“Listen asshole,” Sharon began, but the voice cut in.

“No, you listen you little bitch! You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish, understand?”

“Is this a joke?” Sharon asked, timid, tears starting to fall from her eyes.

The voice sounded more calm. “More like a game.”

Sharon began to look around for something to defend herself with. She grabbed a chef’s knife from the counter and walked to the front door. “Can you see me?” The voice asked.

“What kind of game?” Sharon was terrified. She couldn’t figure out where Steve was and she couldn’t see anything in the yard of the house. Her heart was pounding.

“Just a little trivia game.”

“I don’t want to play,” Sharon said, as she moved around the house to check all the locks.

“Well, if you don’t, poor Steve will lose. You may want to check the patio.”

Sharon stopped cold. Heart pounding, she ran to the patio door and flipped on the outside light. She saw her boyfriend tied to a chair and gagged. He had a trickle of blood rolling down the side of his face from an obvious head wound. His eyes were wide and he looked terrified.

“What are the rules?”

“Good girl. The rules are simple: I asked you a question, if you get it wrong, you die. If you get it correct, you live. Let’s start easy. Who was the villain in Halloween?”

“Michael Myers,” Sharon answered quickly. She stayed by the patio door, torn between wanting to run out there and untie Steve and staying inside. She didn’t know where the caller was and wasn’t sure she would be able to get to Steve in time. Steve looked at her like he knew they wouldn’t live through this. Sharon tried to convey a hopeful look to him.

“Good job. See? It’s easy. Now for the real question.”

Sharon started crying harder. Her parents were not due back for another 20 minutes. The plan had been to have a movie night with Steve and her parents. This was a nightmare come true.

“Who was the villain in the original Friday the 13th?”

“Jason Voorhies!” Sharon called out.

“Oh, so sorry. That was wrong.”

“No, it isn’t. I must have watched that movie at least 8 times. It’s Jason Voorhies!” Sharon was insistent.

“If you watched it that many times, then you would remember that it was actually Jason’s mother. You will get another chance, but poor Steve. He is paying the price for your wrong answer,” the caller taunted.

“NO!” Sharon screamed. Steve’s muffled screams filled her ears. The screaming seemed to last an eternity. When they ended, she looked out the door. Steve’s head lolled to the side, his blond hair flopping into his face. Sharon could see his stomach was sliced wide open, his intestines starting to slide out. Sharon sobbed and slammed her fist against the door. “Why are you doing this?”

“Time for your question, Sharon,” the voice stated, ignoring her question. “What door am I at?”

“What?” Sharon started to look around her.

“I said, what. Door. Am. I. At?” the voice said slowly. As Sharon moved to the living room, a crash filled the air. A cloaked figure jumped through the window pane that was next to the front door. The figure was dressed in a black costume with a white ghostly face. In its hand was a lethal looking knife. Sharon screamed as the figure ran towards her. She held up her hand with her own knife to try and protect herself. Steve had taken her to a few self-defense classes less than a year ago after a woman in town was brutally raped and murdered. However, her memory of what to do slipped her mind as she panicked. The figure tackled her to the ground.

Sharon’s head hit the floor hard. The figure knocked the knife out of her hand, the knife scattering across the floor. Sharon threw up her arms to try and protect her head and chest. She wiggled her body, trying to get away. She felt the blade of the knife slice into her forearm. With the adrenaline rushing through her, she felt the sting of her flesh cutting open, but she knew she couldn’t let it stop her. She felt the sudden warmth of the blood drip onto her face. Sharon threw up her knee into the attacker’s groin. With a grunt, the figure rolled over and Sharon rushed to her feet. She ran towards the front door, the pounding of feet behind her. As she neared the entry, she was tackled from behind. Sharon kicked her feet back, trying to ward off the attacker. She could feel him or her grabbing at her legs, making it difficult to move. With a lucky kick, she managed to kick them in the face. Sharon felt the grip on her legs loosen and she ran out the broken window. She felt glass cutting into the soles of her feet.

Sharon turned right off the porch and tried to run towards her neighbor’s house. The house was about 200 yards away, but it was her only hope. After she had gone about 25 yards, the figure ran up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. Sharon saw the flash of silver and felt immense pain just above her left breast. She screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. The figure started slashing their hand down. With each slash, Sharon felt pain spread across her body. As her strength waned, she reached up and grabbed at the mask of her attacker. Her last view was of a darkened face.

The attacker grabbed Sharon’s ankles and started to drag her body to a tree that was near the front of the house. After ensuring the body was hanging properly, they took a quick picture with Sharon’s phone and uploaded the photo to Sharon’s school social network with a simple caption:

“Who’s next?”

#dinoscarystories2020 #steve rogers #sharon carter #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff #clintasha #clint barton

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madpanda75 · 4 years

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“Santa Surprise” Part of the Hostage Series

A little holiday story featuring my Barba family for @thefanficfaerie‘s Christmas OTP challenge. There’s domestic fluffiness mixed with a hint of smut. ❤️

Prompt 16: Santa

Slightly NSFW (Santa kink, anyone??)

Rafael finished wiping down the counters after dinner when something odd struck him. It was quiet—too quiet. You offered to host the SVU holiday party and were currently out shopping with Liv, leaving Rafael alone with a five year old and two toddlers. Creeping into the living room where his children were, he expected total chaos, but instead was greeted with a picture perfect moment.

There was Mila sitting in front of the fireplace flanked by her two siblings while she showed them her pop-up book of The Night Before Christmas. “On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus comes down the chimney and then he leaves you presents under the tree,” she explained, pointing to the fat, jolly man dressed in red. “But if you’re bad, then you get coal.”

“No one is going to get coal this year,” Rafael said. “Santa just texted me and he said you all have been very good.”

Mila gasped and looked up at her father in awe. “Papi, you know Santa!”

“Of course I do,” he replied and picked up Rory and Ben, kissing them both on the cheek. “Ok, my little reindeer. Bath and bedtime."

Ben giggled and pointed to Rafael. “Santa!”

Rafael shook his head. “No, I’m not Santa. I’m Papi.”

“No, you Santa,” Ben replied.

“Santa!” Rory chimed in, grabbing at her father’s beard.

Rafael let out an exasperated sigh. Ever since he had decided to grow a beard that winter, the twins had taken to calling him Santa. It was beginning to get old. He walked up the stairs, balancing the twins in his arms with Mila following close behind.

“Papi, is Santa going to be at the Christmas party?” Mila asked while Rafael was wrangling Rory and Ben into the bathtub.

“Maybe, but remember muñequita, Santa is very busy this time of year. He may not be able to make it,” Rafael replied. Just then Rory escaped from the bathtub and ran down the hall, screaming and leaving a soapy trail.

“Oh God, we have a runaway. Rory, come back!” Rafael got up and chased after the naked toddler.

Mila grabbed the rubber ducky from the sink and handed it to her little brother. “Looks like someone is getting coal in their stocking,” she said in a sing-song voice, making Ben laugh.

*****

Rafael was utterly exhausted by the time you came home. After getting Rory back in the tub, Ben decided to make a run for it, escaping down the hallway. Once the twins were finally bathed and put to bed, Rafael then had to negotiate bedtime with Mila. He sang. He danced. He read stories. He was beginning to feel like a one man show on Broadway.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Rafael tilted his head from side to side, noticing the grey that streaked his hair and beard before looking down at his soft belly. No wonder the twins kept calling him Santa.

With a sigh, he shut off the bathroom lights and walked into the bedroom where you were waiting. Taking one look at your poor husband, you held out your arms to him. Rafael collapsed onto the bed and into your warm embrace.

“Rough night?” You asked.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded, his head practically buried in your chest.

You softly laughed, having experienced bedtime with Mila and the twins when Rafael was working late. “Thanks for watching them. I really appreciate it. There was no way I could’ve gone shopping with those three running around the store.”

“Anytime,” Rafael replied, his voice muffled against your skin.

You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. A groan escaped Rafael’s lips as his body began to relax. He nuzzled against your chest making you giggle and squirm. “Your beard tickles.”

Rafael raised his head and saw the red mark he had made on your sensitive skin. “Sorry,” he sheepishly said.

“Don’t be. I love it,” you purred.

“You do?”

You smirked and stroked his scuff. “You look so sexy with a beard. It drives me crazy.”

Rafael wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Good to know,” he whispered and pushed up your flimsy silk nightgown, exposing more of your bare flesh. He lay open-mouth kisses on your stomach, dragging his tongue across your skin while spreading your thighs with his large hands.

You bit back a moan and tried to focus, knowing that if he kept this up you would forget all about what you had planned to ask him all evening. “So Liv and I were talking,” you abruptly said.

“Uh-oh, never a good sign,” Rafael murmured against you.

“And we were thinking what if you dressed up as Santa for the holiday party?”

Rafael stopped and met your gaze. “Santa? Really? I don’t know,” he groaned. “The squad would never let me live it down. I already dress up for Halloween, now I gotta be Santa too?”

“Everyone would love it! Besides don’t pretend you don’t love dressing up for Halloween every year.” You sat up and playfully narrowed your eyes. “I see how excited you get when we pick our family costumes.”

You had him there. Over the years, Rafael had grown to love Halloween. Being married to you, it was hard not to be. This past Halloween you were characters from Alice in Wonderland. You dressed up as the Red Queen. Rafael was the White Rabbit. Mila was Alice, and Rory and Ben were Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. It was becoming a sweet family tradition.

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” he said and gently pushed you back down onto the bed before going back to his previous task of leaving a trail of kisses down your body.

“Liv and I found a really nice Santa suit,” you said.

“Mmmhmm,” Rafael mumbled while nibbling on your inner thigh. You gasped and arched your hips towards him.

Rafael was playing dirty, trying to distract you from your mission. But your husband underestimated you. You were determined to get him to play Santa. “The guy at the store is keeping it on hold for us. I have to let him know tomorrow if we’re going to take it,” you continued. “We thought you could dress up and pass out treats to the kids.”

Rafael huffed out a breath. “Mi amor, can we talk about this later. I’m a little preoccupied at the moment,” he said, gesturing to your open legs.

“I just think it would add such a great touch to our party and the kids are so excited for Santa this year. Mila even made him an invitation.” You scrambled out from under Rafael and grabbed Mila’s invitation from the top of the dresser, handing it over to him.

The invitation was a picture Mila had drawn of herself and the twins with Santa. The little five year old even signed her name along with a few scribbles in red and green crayon which he suspected were Rory and Ben’s signatures. The drawing tugged at his heart strings. He felt like the Grinch whose heart grew three sizes. If he could be a Lewis Carroll character for his family, he could certainly be good ol’ Saint Nick.

“You promise it’s not some cheesy polyester suit?” Rafael asked.

“Actually I think it’s a cotton-poly blend. A light breathable fabric.”

Rafael gave you a warning look. “Y/N.”

“I’m just kidding. It’s a nice suit. Way better than any Santa costume you’d find at the mall.”

“Alright,” he conceded and set Mila’s invitation on the nightstand. “I’ll be Santa.”

You squealed with excitement and wrapped your arms around Rafael. “You are the most incredible husband and father. Have I ever told you that?”

“You have, but it doesn’t hurt to say it again,” he teased and planted a searing hot kiss to your lips. “Now that we got all that sorted,” he purred, kissing down the gentle slope of your neck. “May I please—” His mouth moved lower, kissing the swells of your breasts. “Continue what I was doing earlier.” He pulled your nightgown off and kissed a path from your right hip to your left hip.

You softly moaned, your eyes slipping close. “Whatever you say, Santa,” you breathed with a hint of a smile on your lips.

Rafael’s eyes darkened. In an instant, he had you flipped onto your back. “Oh you’re asking for it now, cariño.”

*****

It was the night of the party. Rafael and Sonny stood outside on the front stoop. When you stopped by the store to pick up the Santa outfit, you spied a beautiful lime green and red elf costume. It even came with pointy shoes. You rented the outfit and miraculously had managed to talk Sonny into being an elf. “I still don’t see why you get to be Santa,” he grumbled. “Whoever heard of a 6 foot elf.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. He was beginning to sweat within the red jumpsuit. His face itched and he silently cursed himself for not shaving before placing the fake white beard on top of his real beard. “For the last time, it’s my house and Y/N asked me to be Santa.”

“I’m just sayin’ I’m always Santa at the Carisi house.”

Rafael gave Sonny a dead-pan stare before knocking on the door.

“I got it,” he heard Fin say. Fin opened the door to see Rafael and Sonny dressed in their Christmas regalia and took out his phone to snap a picture. “I got my Christmas gift right here,” he laughed.

Rafael and Sonny walked past a still laughing Fin and into the house. “Hey everyone! Look who’s here,” you announced when you saw your husband and partner.

“Santa!” All the kids exclaimed and ran towards Rafael and Sonny. Rafael smiled and said hello to everyone in his best booming Santa voice. He had to admit seeing the children’s faces light up with joy made it worth dressing up in a ridiculous costume.

“Ok, kids. Santa is going to sit by the Christmas tree. You can each go see him and get a treat from his elf.” You looked back and winked at Rafael and Sonny.

Rafael sat down in a big armchair while the kids lined up. Fin’s grandson, Jaden, was first. He wanted Transformers.

When Noah asked for a puppy. Rafael glanced up to see Liv vehemently shaking her head at her son’s request. “Uhhh….you may need to ask the Easter Bunny for that one,” he told the little boy.

As soon as Amanda place Billie and Jesse on Rafael’s lap, they screamed and cried. Amanda laughed and took a few pictures. “They’ll love these pics when they’re older,” she teased.

It was Mila’s turn after that. With a shy smile, she hopped up on Rafael, then the inquisition started. The little girl was relentless, asking question after question.

“Santa, did you bring Rudolph with you tonight?” She sweetly asked.

Just as Rafael was about to answer Sonny interjected. “He’s back at the North Pole,” he said with a mouthful of cookies. “Santa only takes Rudolph with him when the weather is bad.”

“Oh, ok. What about the fireplace? What do kids do when they don’t have fireplaces. Do you still give them gifts?” Mila looked up at Rafael with big green innocent eyes.

“Well….I…you know fireplaces…” Rafael’s voice trailed off, trying to come up with a plausible answer.

“I know what Santa does. He uses Christmas magic,” Sonny answered before chugging a glass of milk.

“Actually my elves also freelance as chimney contractors,” Rafael replied, not wanting Sonny to outshine him. After all, he was Santa.

Sonny snorted a laugh. “Really, Santa? Chimney contractors.”

Rafael glared at Sonny and flicked a bell dangling from his hat. “Why don’t you go and pass out the candy to the kids.”

“Tough gig,” Sonny mumbled and went to pass out treats.

You watched Mila’s interaction with Rafael and had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. She was definitely her father’s daughter. “Baby, why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas,” you said, deciding to save your husband from Mila’s line of questioning.

When Mila was finished, you brought over the twins. Rory and Ben held hands and warily eyed the man in red. “This must be Rory and Ben.” Rafael picked up the twins and set them on his lap. “What would you two like for Christmas?”

Rory smiled and pointed at him. “Papi!”

“No, Rory. I’m Santa,” Rafael said with a nervous laugh. “Unbelievable,” he thought to himself. The first time in weeks the twins call him Papi and its when he’s in a Santa costume.

Ben shook his head and giggled. “No, you Papi!” The tiny toddler yanked off Rafael’s fake white beard in front of everyone.

There was a collective gasp in the living room. You and Rafael locked eyes. His panic-stricken expression matched your own. “Papi? You’re Santa?!” Mila exclaimed.

All the children began to cry, asking their parents if Santa was real. It was amazing how in the blink of an eye, your party turned into a total disaster.

“Remind me again why we decided to do this?” Rafael shouted to you above the pandemonium.

It took a while, but the adults were finally able to calm everyone down and tell the children that there was indeed a real Santa. With some quick thinking on your part, you explained that Santa and Rafael were friends and Santa sometimes asked Rafael to help out when he couldn’t attend parties due to prior engagements. Rafael agreed, saying it was a little job he had on the side during the holidays.

The older children were a little skeptical of your story, but after bribing them with a few more chocolates and some additional questions from Mila, they seemed to be appeased and the party went off without a hitch.

*****

Later on that evening, you checked on Mila and the twins. They had passed out as soon as the party was over. You walked back to your bedroom, expecting Rafael to be fast asleep only to find him sitting in a chair in your bedroom with a mischievous grin on his face. He was shirtless, wearing only the red pants and suspenders along with the Santa hat, having forgone the fake white beard and red jacket.

A tingle shot straight to your core. You never had a Santa kink...until now. “Santa, what are you still doing in here?”

“Well, I was about to leave, but then I realized I never asked you what you wanted for Christmas,” Rafael said.

“Give me one second.” You held up your finger and ran to your dresser.

Rafael spied a flash of red when you pulled something out of your drawer before you made a beeline to the bathroom. He twiddled his thumbs and whistled a Christmas song while patiently waiting for you.

Just then he heard a crash coming from the bathroom. “Ow, fuck!” You muttered.

“Everything ok in there?”

“Yep,” you called out, slightly out of breath. “Be right out.” A minute later, you opened the door dressed in a sheer red lace baby doll teddy lined with white faux fur and a matching red lace thong.

Rafael audibly gulped, drinking you in from head to toe, all the blood in his body pooling in his groin.

“Well, what do you think.” You blushed and slowly twirled to show off the lingerie before sauntering over to Rafael.

“I love it, he softly groaned and ran his large hands up your thighs and around to your backside, giving your ass a firm squeeze. “Wait, you didn’t get this while out shopping with Liv, did you?”

“No,” you giggled. “I picked this up a while ago. Finally thought of an opportunity to use it.”

Rafael looked up at you, his green eyes half-hooded with lust. “Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap,” he purred and patted his knee.

You straddled his lap and ran your fingers through the smattering of hair across his chest, playfully snapping one of his red suspender straps. “I have to tell you, Santa. I’ve been really naughty this year,” you softly said, grinding against his growing erection.

“Well let’s see what we can do about getting you back on the nice list,” Rafael growled, kissing down the slope of your neck. You gasped and dug your nails into his biceps, feeling his scruff scratch against your soft skin. Rafael smirked, nibbling and sucking until a bruise formed right above your clavicle. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the Christmas cookie body spray you had spritzed on earlier. You smelled good enough to eat.

It may have been a crazy chaotic evening, but one thing was for sure—playing Santa certainly had its perks.

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skznct127treacting · 5 years

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My Stalker - Bang Chan (1/4)

October. A time for endulging in whimsicals fancies of corporate candies, horror movies, spooks that are camp and creeps that are chilling and for your small town - the Halloween carnival. The carnival had been a tradition for as long as you could remember, coming for the weeks leading up to Hallowe’en, with the main attraction being a haunted house - the likes of which had won numerous TV awards for being one of the scariest attractions in the country, with it being particularly popular amongst your age pool - adolescents and young adults.

You, yourself had never been. Perhaps it just wasn’t something of interest to you, or perhaps you were, like all your friends said - scared. What was there to be scared of? Well a lot. There’s a clown room for one, a maze room with a masked chainsaw man chasing you, a serial killers basement… need I go on?

Regardless. This year. The year of 2019, was slightly different. Because one of the scare actors had caught your attention. Bang Chan. He had started the year late, but had somehow managed to weasel his way into your classes course. He was reserved and quiet, kept to himself mostly. He sat at the front of the class and was always early, he didn’t volunteer much but got 100% on almost any test he took. When people tried to engage with him he would laugh and be sarcastic and cynical and look at them with such intensity that you could swear he was burning a hole right through their skull - it was a look of superiority and confidence. Most people didn’t see that though, they just took his jokes at face value, but there was something cutting about them, something with an aura of uncomfortable truth to them.

He favoured dark clothes, sportswear mainly, he had an athletic build and was constantly slouching, making him appear shorter than he actually was.

The first week you didn’t talk to him much, not having a reason to, but then the most peculiar thing happened. A week after he arrived you broke one of your pencils in your bag, it must have been crushed by your lunch, or your water bottle, or the endless notepads and folders you carry. Regardless, you put it on your desk intending to bin it after class but forgot to pick it up.

The next day however, after class ended Chan pulled you to the side just as you were leaving, as you felt his heavy hand on your shoulder and turned to see he had your pencil - perfectly fixed and glued together, so meticulously that you couldn’t even trace the cracks.

“You should be more careful Y/N,” He teased, in his charming but acidic way as you stood there confused and unable to process why he had done this for you.

“Is this my pencil from yesterday?” You asked rolling it between your fingers, surely he had just bought another one or given you a spare. Which was equally weird, but hey it was a more logical explanation.

“What? No?! I fixed it for you Y/N,” he said - drawing out your name again as though enjoying the way it tasted. “I’ve seen you use that one a lot, it’s a pretty cool pencil with the sparkles and rainbows. It’s cute.”

Now your face had been peppered with a pink blush, the strange compliment leading your wave of confusion to be overlapped with that of fluster.

“I’m Chan by the way,” He said loudly as though intending for you to hear his name. To remember it. You already knew his name of course, having been curious about him for some time. Your friends had done the whole social media stalk and found his facebook page filled with pictures of nights out with his friends, photos at the beach, his dog, his soccer activities. Your friends Josie and Eve were already in relationships though, and having seen the slight gleam in your eye when looking at his pictures - well, they both tried to push you into speaking to him.

“Oh well nice to meet you. I saw you moved halfway through September, that must have been tough for you. How are you settling?” You asked putting the pencil in your pocket staring up at him only to look away, as though his bright glare was like that of the sun.

“It’s been alright so far, I’ve managed to catch up with classes,” He shrugged moving restlessly from side to side. “Well some of them…”

“I thought you were doing really well all things considering you seem to be getting full marks.” You smiled at him, and for the first time you saw his smile, as he beamed back at you. It was the type of smile that lit up his face and made him appear less intimidating, it was at this exact moment that you felt your heartbeat jump.

“Yes well from speaking to people everybody says your the best at this module, which isn’t surprising, I mean the only times I’ve seen you outside class you’re always in the library studying,” He said still with that charismatic smile, his movements becoming more animated, it was like as though for the first time you were meeting the real him. Of course this second outburst of compliments only deepened your rouge cheeks to scarlett.

“I mean I know some of it but-”

“Well if I ever get stuck I know who to come to for tutoring. Besides your in my debt now,” He smirked looking down at the pocket you had put your pencil in. “Well I’ll see you round Y/N~”

And as he set off the oddest thought crossed your mind… how did he know your name? I mean you had found his out through him telling it to other people when he introduced himself but he had never witnessed no such interaction on your part. He didn’t even sit near you. And what was with the pencil? Who does that?? Why??? Why does he need help? Why did he arrive late to school? All the while your head felt light, dizzy with the interaction, you had never acknowledged his looks and charm for yourself before, you had never felt like this before, nobody had taken such notice of you before. All the while Chan’s footsteps paced the hallways growing lighter, his smile widening, for he knew all the answers to your questions.

That had been the first interaction, and after you had told Josie and Eve they brushed off the whole pencil thing as creepy, along with him, he was a creep, and they took back every good word they had ever said about him. The three of you were out that day, rummaging through shops for a decent Hallowe’en costume, it may only be the start of term but everybody’s mind was on the Monsters Bash on the 31st October which your school was running, it was to be an outside ball on the sports field with marquees and fairy lights and bunting, cheap alcohol would be provided along with Hallowe’en candy and students were already planning where they would pre drink and where the after parties would be and the buzz was only intensifying as the event neared.

“Slutty witch, slutty nurse, slutty cat, slutty clown… huh slutty scooby doo,” Josie rattled as she sorted through the outfits on the railings. She was a tall girl with a lithe build, long brown hair, pale skin and with an effortless beauty that you envied, she could make anything look stunning. Even a slutty scooby doo costume.

“Imagine how many people are going to go as the Joker this year,” Eve said, rolling her eyes as she stood on the opposite side of Josie, she was the shortest of the three of you with dyed red hair that was constantly in some type of complicated braid, with her sweater sleeves always pulled over her hands and her shoes always a worn out pair of black converse.

“I know! I’ve already had to persuade Jack that we’re are not going as Harley and the Joker, I upset him, and now we’re not doing a couple costume anymore.” Josie pouted.

“Same!! Me and Daniel couldn’t agree, I’ve told him for the millionth year that I’m not dressing up as Sally and Jack. It’s just so unoriginal.” Eve shot back with equal passion.

You stood there unable to contribute to such talk of relationships as your mind swirled to thoughts of Chan, what would he dress as this year? Would he even attend the Bash, did he even have anybody to go with? Like sure he had friends, but he didn’t have friends that he could go with. The thought of inviting him crossed your mind, but that was wayyy too ahead of yourself, but perhaps, if you talked to him more and got closer maybe you could go together. Maybe for once you wouldn’t be the 5th wheel in your friendship group.

“What are you going to go as Y/N?” Josie said pushing all the clothes on the railing to one side in dismay as you left the shop.

“Hm I’m not sure yet,” You said pausing your train of thought on Chan.

“Well I got an idea looking at that scooby doo costume.. how cute would it be if we went as the Hex Girls from that show, we can have our own couple costumes,” Eve piped up as Josie shook her head.

“No way! Who's going to get that reference?” Josie replied.

“Erm.. the intellectuals!” Eve laughed. “And if we don’t win best costume, I’ll literally sue the school.”

“So you’d be Luna, I’d be Thorn and Y/N can be Dusk?” Josie said, slightly coming round to the idea.

“Oh my god it’ll be soooo cute!” Eve gushed as you just nodded your head.

So that was that on October 31st 2019 you and your 3 friends were going to the Monsters Bash as a 90s goth girl group from Scooby Doo, if that didn’t win round Chan.. what would??

Well after that shopping trip at the weekend Monday rolled around. It was the first day that you’d see Chan again since your class together on Thursday and you had spent the whole weekend playing out scenarios in your head like a bad fanfic. When you arrived to class you were surprised to see he hadn’t arrived yet which was verrry unusual for him so you sat in your usual seat towards the back and began to unpack your stuff. Too focused on this activity you had barely noticed somebody come and pull a seat next to you as you looked up to see Chan.

It may be because you had gotten a crush on him but damn he was looking way more handsome than you thought he was. His dark eyes glanced at you as his dark brown hair, had been dyed a sludgy green over the weekend which was the first thing you complimented him for, it framed his face differently to his blonde hair, made him seem even more mysterious and alluring, his cheekbones more defined, his jaw sharper, his hair cut shorter slightly as you noticed several ear piercings down his ears.

“Good morning Y/N,” he said cheerfully, although you could see how tired he was from the shadows under his eyes and a sheepish paleness to him.

“How was your weekend?” You asked, only thinking now that maybe it was a bit forward that he had just sat next to you today, with it being the only day he had been late, but those thoughts were pushed out with concerns for him and thoughts of his looks and your curiosity and- and- and-

“It was decent. I had a lot of practice to do though. I somehow managed to get a job at the ghost house and we’ve been doing rehearsals all weekend,” He said slamming his notebooks onto the table next to yours. You noticed him pull out a little red notebook by accident which he quickly shoved to the bottom of his bag which he kicked to the ground and under the desk. “What about you?”

“Oh that’s so cool. I’ve never been to the ghost house myself but I love the carnival. Well we went costume shopping for the bash but didn’t find anything, but we decided what we wanted to be though,” You said, subconsciously smiling at him.

“Whose we?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“Oh just my friends Josie and Eve, they’re in different classes to me,”

“And you’re going as….?”

“We are going as the Hex Girls if you know who that is, I’m going to be Dusk, you know blonde hair, green dress.. The drummer..”

“That’ll be really cute,” He nodded as you felt that dizzy feeling again from his compliments, you were about to reply but with that class had begun.

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lifewithparanormal · 4 years

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Today is a very special day for me and for this blog.

Phantom Investigators is turning 18 today. Yes, may 25th in 2002 was the day the show premiered, and it’s already been 18 years. Man how time flies.

Lots of time have passed, we aged, we reached adulthood. This gang was 12 years old in 2002, 18 years later they would have been 30...

...But fictionnal characters have one advantage: they have the power to never age, staying as they are and continue to influence other generations.

.........Unless someone does a small alternate universe where the gang is now grown up and 30 years old in 2020...

...To tell the truth, this one-shot small fanfic wasn’t supposed to exist. But I fell lazy drawing the whole gang together as fanmade adults on the same sheet. I wanted to at least do something for this very specific birthday! So, did a small part AU/fanfic instead.

Click on keep reading to read the whole stuff and enjoy!

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The night was almost falling in San Francisco. In the nice season of fall, the weather was getting cold. But to one particular adult, that wasn't really important right now. In a house, a red-haired adult, named Daemona Prune, looked distressed. She was making calls, preparing food and tried her best to make the room presentable. She seemed to receive visit very soon. ...Well...in her head, they were supposed to arrive, but they seemed very late.

''What are they doing?'' she thought.

Sitting on her couch for some time, a souvenir picture was lying side to her. She looked at it with a very nostalgic feeling. A 12-year old kid, dressed with a green detective coat and a green mask, was standing along with her three friends: a black girl; a boy with glasses; and a orange-haired guy wearing fashion right out of the 2000 years.

On the back of the picture, the four names were written, in order of left to right. Casey, Kira, Daemona and Jericho.

''They're late! What are you doing? I hope you didn't forget me, cause I sure remembered you!'' she suddendly spoke.

It's been a few months since she found back this picture and that she remembered simpler times. Oh, sure, in her now-30 years old, she did see some of her friends again. But often alone, and not together. Now was going to be the first time, and boy there were some catching up to do.

But right now, Daemona was anxious, a lot happened in her life and she was scared to be forgotten. The more someone can grow up, the less time some people have to contribute to their friends. What if they didn't come? What if they only stayed for one hour after all the preparations she made?

A lot of these nervous questions quickly fade away as soon as she heard the doorbell. Waiting a few seconds to not look too awkward and impatient to herself, she then rushed into the entrance and opened the door. She went silent for some time....oh, it was not in the negative way, never was she more happy than now.

''...After all these years, you managed to all come at the same time!'' Daemona happily greeted. ''Yeah, for old time's sake, it's good to see you again Daemona!''

It was one of her old friends from the picture, Jericho, who was just saying that.

Meanwhile, Kira and Casey were transporting boxes out of the car. They were all wearing a coat for outside temperature. The gatherer looked at all her friends with admiration, they all grew into fine people. Jericho had longer hair, tied like a ponytail; Kira let her hair down; Casey, a little gain of weight, transported two boxes at once with great force.

The admiration changed slowly into question, Daemona wasn't really aware about all these boxes.

''Uuuuh...did you make a detour? I only asked you to come directly...'' ''We allowed ourselves to make a special stop.'' Kira explained, while transporting her box into the house. ''You will understand after dinner. You must be hungry after preparing everything.'' Casey added, entering the house. ''Well duh!'' Daemona added.

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The dinner went along for some time. Not only eating, but talking about life in general: where the gang is at this point, their jobs, their family, their love life. Only Daemona seemed to be quiet about her own. Nobody seemed to know about that. ....At least not Jericho and Casey.

After dinner, the gang showed Daemona what was inside the boxes. What she found, was the surprise of her life.

''Oh by all the elementals of the netherworld, you brought the stuff from my parents's home at my old attic?'' She exclamed herself. ''Yes, we just thought it would be nice to bring some souvenirs.'' Kira explained. ''Just like old times, the more you grow up, the less you forget.'' Casey added.

If any of these objects in the box would be normal, Daemona would probably have taken this more likely, but what could she expect when she was leading the Phantom Investigators at 12 years old in an halloween costume?

Most of the adults Daemona knew in her childhood were likely oblivious to all that was paranormal or ghosts. And now, it was her and her friend's turns, it was to wonder if they still had their powers or thought about ghosts, due to their idea to bring full boxes of gadgets, books about paranormal and the netherrealm, added with souvenirs pictures of them as childs, along with Jinxie and Wad, monsters they have worked with.

''All these things? But don't you think that we're quite too old for this? I mean...we're thirty now and...'' Daemona quietly brought. ''Daemona, you're not fooling us, Kira told us about your job.'' Casey revealed, smugly smiling.

The women backed up from surprise. She directly stared at Kira.

''Wait! I told you to keep silent about this!'' Daemona frowned, pointing at her DJ friend. ''Hey, they're your friends too, they have the right to know!'' Kira shrugged.

Jericho, who was kind of silent since the dinner's end, had his eyes widened up from the realisation.

''Wait! It was really true? It wasn't a joke?'' Jericho shouted, out of surprise. ''Indeed, the books, the double identity, her cheesy rhymes about how her new book deserves the look, everything was true!'' Kira precised.

During the speeches, the mysterious job hider felt stuck in a corner. Oh well...what she did right now kind of had a close link to what she was doing as a children. It couldn't hurt to show to the same friends with which she founded the Phantom Investigators in 2002.

Warning that she'll be back in a minute. She ran into a closet right in her room. She opened it, inside was hanged a green detective coat along with green shades and a pile of books. She took one of the books, on it was written...

Putting the complete costume, she went out of the room and showed the book to her friends. Jericho was the most surprised of the gang, exclaiming himself.

''So it's really true! YOU'RE Monie! Now I recognise the outfit and the book title!'' ''She literally has the same haircut as before and it took you this long to figure this out?'' Kira weirdly gazed at his friend.

Daemona laughed, looking at all her friends.

''So, I see you're an avid fan of my teenager novels about paranormal!'' Daemona proudly boasted, playing with her hair. ''My kid loves your stories! But we never saw you in person! Do you think you could autograph one of his books now that I know it's you?'' Jericho asked.

The now-revealed author nodded, with a flattered smile.

''Sure, next time you visit my signature booth, bring your kid!'' she informed.

Kira was mocking Daemona a little, the simple look on her costume made her remember some hard, but good times.

''You know, in the end, you really haven't changed! Your excitement about supernatural and getting out with your weird outfits.'' ''You get a pass Kira, since you're one of my best friends...'' Daemona gazed.

Casey scratched his head.

''To be perfectly honest, I think my job doesn't fit with reading these kinds of books. But I guess I could shuffle some of them in my waiting room. Your stories are so light-hearted.'' ''Thank you, but you know, just because you're a vetenary and serious at your job doesn't mean you can't have feelings anymore...'' Daemona advised, putting his hand on Casey's shoulder. She seemed to know that he was hiding his true excitements. ''....I guess I... read them when I have free time.'' Casey blushed, a little shy to admit it.

Putting her hand out of her friend, Daemona sighed, looking at all the boxes of souvenirs.

''You know...I was kind of ashamed to admit my job to all of you, because I was scared that you would regret our childhood together, or that your forgot about all our trips to the netherworld.'' she revealed, out of worry. ''Seriously, how could we forget THAT?'' Jericho asked. ''I mean, we're adults now, obviously at first I thought you passed that age.'' Daemona said. ''Oh please girl friend, we're not like our parents or all the adults we knew. Being part of a team who investigates ghosts and almost got hurt everyday, it's really hard to forget. I'm an overbooked DJ, but deep down I still have the good memories of the PIs.'' Kira patted her friend's shoulder.

Daemona was really flattered about this small speech. 18 years have passed ever since she was the leader of Phantom Investigators with all her three friends present here. How surprising to her that in the end, they also kept their heart of child? Maybe less, but they were kind enough to visit her and bring her all these souvenirs.

With a wave of nostalgia, her eyebrows slowly changed of emotions, lowered down. She had a more serious voice.

''I wonder if right now, our mentor Navarro would be proud of us.'' ''Wherever he is right now, I'm sure he would be proud, same being said for your grandparents.'' Casey affirmed. ''How about Wad and Jinxie? They also were of use most of the time.'' Jericho added. ''They're monsters and eternal, I'm sure they haven't forget about us. At the very least, if there's children out here going through the same stuff as we did, I'm sure they're helping them....or scaring them.'' Daemona presumed.

Everyone looked at each other. This wasn't really an idea to throw out of the window. Maybe there was actually another team of children with powers, similar to the Phantom Investigators, seeing the same thing as they did.

Maybe this kind of mystery would be eluded one day. But right know, the memories were continuing....

''So Kira said you're still doing cheesy rhymes? ....Hey...how about one right now? For old time's sake?'' Jericho suddendly asked.

Daemona playfully rolled her eyes, fists on her hips.

''All right, just for you...''

Saying that, the costumed girl looked for a certain object in multiples boxes. Finally searching what she was looking for, she took it...

...A green phone straight out of the 2000 years. Acting like she was speaking, she held it close to her ear. Her friends started to get excited about what she would come it at that moment, so they could make jokes about it. It's after a few seconds that Daemona cleared her throat and finally said the following sentence...

''...Phantom Investigators, it's been a long time, describe us your slime!''

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 4 years

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Psycho Analysis: Halloween Special Villains

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Ah, Halloween, that magical, spooky time of year where ghosts and goblins come out to play and children dress up in the hopes of getting some delicious Halloween candy. But what about all of us who are trapped at home on the night of this pagan costume and candy festival? What do we have to keep us entertained?

Why, Halloween specials of course!

If there’s one thing Halloween delivers on almost as well as Christmas does, it’s spooky Halloween-themed episodes of cartoons, where the show is allowed to get darker and more disturbing than it usually does in some cases. And what is any special without a special one-shot villain? Gotta have someone stirring up some Halloween trouble on this spooky night. And since these characters are usually one and done with little in the way to go super in-depth about, I’d figure we’d look at five of them at once! They are:

Jack O’Lantern from The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Pumpkinator from The Fairly OddParents

Bun-Bun from Underfist

Fright Night from Danny Phantom

Ron Tompkins from Toy Story of Terror!

I’m sure some of you feel there are some glaring omissions. Where’s the Flying Dutchman? Where’s Stickybeard? Well, I decided that this time around I’d go with characters whose major appearances and debuts are Halloween episodes; both those guys had major roles in non-Halloween episodes as well, so I’ll be saving them for full reviews at a later date. Also of note: I am aware the story of Toy Story of Terror! does not take place on Halloween, but it is aired as a Halloween special, so I’m counting it.

Actor: So if there’s one thing these guys aren’t lacking in, it’s the actor department, and this isn’t a huge shock since when you’ve got a holiday special you want to splurge a bit, you know?

Jack has one of my favorite actors ever, the always-awesome Wayne Knight. Knight just has that sort of voice that’s perfect for smug jerk characters like Mr. Blik or Dennis Nedry, so really it’s pretty fitting for a pranking trickster like Jack, though I will say that it’s hard to match Knight’s voice to the human version of Jack when you see him in a flashback.

Ron Tompkins isn’t too far behind in the impressive VA department, being voiced by none other than Stephen Tobolowsky, who you may remember as the overbearing Ned Ryerson from GroundHog Day (and how can you forget him? You see him repeating the same scene about thirty times). He does a great job at making Tompkins cartoonishly evil and mostly enjoyable, a tall order for a character who steals toys from children to sell online.

And if you thought the list of awesome actors was done, boy were you wrong! Star Trek’s very own Michael Dorn voices the Fright Knight, and Dorn’s voice is absolutely perfect for a cool, evil, undead knight.

Bun-Bun is voiced by Dave Wittenberg who is an insanely prolific VA, playing characters such as Henry Wong from Digimon Tamers (AKA the beast season of Digimon) to none other than Kakashi from Naruto. I think it goes without saying a VA this versatile manages to make the role work.

And finally, we have the Pumpkinator, who is played by Dee Bradley Baker, and if I sat here listing all the notable roles this man has played we’d be here all night. But here’s a small sample: Appa, Momo, Squilliam Fancyson and Bubble Bass, Klaus the goldfish, Cow and Chicken’s dad, Cinderblock and Plasmus, the Alien and Predator in Mortal Kombat, Lion and Frybo, Numbah 4 and the Toilenator, Remy Buxaplenty, most of the animals in The Legend of Korra… you get the picture. This guy’s a legend. He’ll do any sort of role, big or small, so even if he’s not playing the most complex character here, he’s at least giving it a unique spin with his voice because man, this guy has RANGE.

Motivation/Goals: Jack has a rather simple motivation: revenge. You see, ages ago he managed to steal Grim’s scythe when he was about to be reaped, and bartered for the scythe’s return, asking to be made immortal. Grim reluctantly gave him this, but, as Grim is not someone who likes being tricked, also cut his head off. As anything cut off with Grim’s scythe is permanently cut off, Jack had to replace his head with a pumpkin (of course). This lead to him being shunned as a freak, which just made jis desire for vengeance even stronger; I mean, wouldn’t you want revenge if you could only go to the ding-dong grocery store to get pudding once a year?

If you want to get even simpler, the Pumpkinator is your guy! He exists simply to blow up planets. Tat’s it. He’s very much just an obstacle Timmy needs to overcome so that he can undo his wish for every Halloween costume to be “real and scary” before the consequences end up destroying the world.

Bun-Bun is rather simple as well: he just seems to be a jerk. But they don’t just make him a simple jerk, no, this is a Billly & Mandy spinoff so things have to be taken to their ridiculous extreme. Bun-Bun turns out to be behind numerous extremely petty actions that affected the lives of the main heroes, having haunted Hoss as a child and made him afraid of monsters, made Billy afraid of spiders which estranged him from his son Jeff, and, uh, sawed off Fred Fredburger’s tusks. The fiend! As you might guess, there’s no real rhyme or reason to this, it’s just goofy absurdist over-the-top sort of thing you’d expect from Maxwell Atoms.

Ron has a relatively simple motivation, but frankly it might be the most evil out of all of these: the man steals toys from the children who stay at his motel to sell them for monetary gain. Yes, this is more evil than attempting to blow up the planet, you heard me. I have no idea how sick and twisted you have to be to think that stealing toys from children is acceptable. Funnily enough, this is the same sort of motivation Al (who was played by Wayne Knight, funnily enough) from Toy Story 2 had, though Ron takes it above and beyond.

And finally that brings us to Fright Knight, Much like most of the ghosts on the show, Fright Knight seems to just want to cause a ruckus after he’s released, attempting to take over Amity Park when Danny foolishly releases him. Later in the show he is freed to serve Pariah Dark, and after Dark is beaten he joins up with Vlad. In his final appearance of any consequence he is seen serving the Ultimate Enemy in the bad future. Basically the guy is just a really cool overhyped henchman.

Personality: So let’s get the easy one out of the way first: The Pumpkinator doesn’t exactly have a personality, because it is a big generic doomsday villain meant to act as an obstacle for Timmy to overcome. However, when it returned later in the episode where Timmy goes to Unwish Island, it did have one notable personality trait: an undying hatred for Timmy Turner, It’s a pretty relatable trait the more into the series you watch.

Bun-Bun is also rather evil and simple. He’s just a petty jerk, as can be seen by his crimes listed up under motivation. There’s not much else to him, same with Fright Knight who, again, is mostly just an overhyped henchman who acts as the hardcore badass serving whatever big bad of the week is out to get Danny (or he would have, but more on that later).

Out of all of these, Ron and Jack have the most personality. Jack is an unrepentant prankster who, at least when alive, was heavily implied to just not get he was taking it too far with his pranks (“too far” in this case being tricking people off of cliffs, at the least), and simply morphed into a bitter, jaded, vengeance-seeking supernatural entity after hundreds of years of rejection by society and isolation. Jack’s honestly pretty tragic in that regard, though it obviously doesn’t excuse his actions.

Ron is just a straight-up jerk, putting up a facade of being a charming, friendly motel owner while stealing toys from under his guest’s noses. As the truth comes out about him, he becomes more cartoonish and hammy, which really doesn’t help his case at all, and in his final scene he actually does something so cartoonish he almost feels like he doesn’t belong in the Toy Story universe.

Final Fate: Funnily enough, Pumpkinator actually gets the happiest ending out of anyone here: after being unwished by Timmy, he goes to Unwish Island and, after Timmy eventually journeys there, gets to have fun tormenting Timmy clones for the rest of time.

Ron probably has the second happiest ending, for a given definition of “happy.” Bonnie’s mother calls the cops on him for his theft, and when they show up, he somehow manages to trick them, run away, steal their car, crash it into a telephone pole when backing up, and then run off before they even move a muscle. It’s ridiculously cartoonish, and there’s no way this guy is gonna be getting off easy after that little display.

Onto Bun-Bun. Bun-Bun made one simple mistake: he put any trust at all int Skarr. For those not in the know, Skarr was the “Starscream” to Hector Con Carne, always hoping to overthrow him and take over his world domination schemes for himself before he ended up retiring from that life and becoming a reoccurring character on Billy & Mandy. So, when he joins up with the villain by betraying Underfist, what do you think he does? He betrays the villain, pushing Bun-Bun into hot cocoa and melting him, using his power of treachery and backstabbing to help his team save the world. It’s pretty amusing in that classic Billy & Mandy way.

Good ol’ Jack ends up getting sent to the underworld this time since Grim wasn’t putting up with his crap anymore, and it seems Jack still hasn’t learned his lesson about pranking. When last we see him, he’s now tormenting demons, who all start moving in on him while he laughs at his dumb pranks. The screen cuts to black and we hear a squishing noise. It’s safe to say he won’t have to worry about that pumpkin head causing him problems anymore.

Fright Night is easily the most tricky one to talk about because his entire intended purpose in the show got aborted. After he was brought back to serve Pariah, he ended up under Vlad’s control by episode’s end, but for some reason, nothing ever came of this and it was never mentioned again – well, except in the “Ultimate Enemy” special, in which the Fright Knight cameos at the beginning, acting as something of the hype man for Dan Phantom, softening up Amity Park for Dan’s attack. After that, though, he’s basically out of the series, save for a couple of brief cameos here and there.

Best Scene: Jack has the flashback to his origins, because not only is it perfectly dark for a show’s Halloween episode, you have to give props to anyone who managed to outwit Grim, even if he did end up paying a steep price for it.

Ron has his aforementioned escape from the police. I do think it’s a bit too cartoonish and silly for Toy Story, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t pretty hilarious either way.

The Fright Knight has the aforementioned scene where he mentions he’s serving The evil future Danny. Considering that’s his last real role in the series, at least he got to go out on a high note, though it still sucks nothing ever came of the plotlines set up for him.

Bun-Bun’s best scene is when he revealed that he was the architect of most of the protagonist’s woes. Again, it’s just classic over-the-top Billy & Mandy silliness, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

The Pumpkinator… just doesn’t have one. Sorry.

Best Quote: While most of these guys aren’t exactly a goldmine of quotes, Jack has one of my favorite quotes from anything, ever, and I even already referenced it above: “Three hundred and sixty-four days a year, I can't even go the the ding-dong grocery store to buy pudding! And do you know why?" The why, obviously, is the fact he has a pumpkin for a head.

Final Thoughts & Score: Frankly, this batch of Halloween hooligans is a very mixed bag. We didn’t fare quite as bad as Charlie Brown did on Halloween, but we only got one King Size candy bar out of this lot.

I guess let’s just start with the black licorice of the bunch: Fright Knight. God, I wish I could love Fright Knight, I really do, but considering the overwhelming quality of most of Danny’s rogues gallery and just the fact this guy was totally shafted and everything set up for him was ignored there’s just no excusing how lame this guy looks, Michael Dorn or no. He has a great design and a cool concept, and the ideas for interesting stories with him were there, but he ends up being a 3/10, saved only by his cool first outing, great voice work, and awesome design.

Worse still is the pile of weirdly flavored candy corn that is the Pumpkinator. He has a cool design, but he’s not much of an antagonist to be honest. He’s just a cool-looking robot who wants to blow up the planet. That’s about it. There’s really not much to say about this guy, and his only other appearance doesn’t really add much. I suppose he serves his purpose, but I have to wonder, why even bring him back if he wasn’t going to do anything remotely interesting? I don’t like generic doomsday villains at the best of times, but if you’re gonna bring one back, at least try and do something interesting with them to justify their existence, otherwise they’re just gonna end up getting a 2/10.

Finally, we get into the good candy! Let’s start off with the tasty marshmallow bunny we got, Bun-Bun (isn’t that more of an Easter candy? Weird). Bun—Bun is a funy, goofy, cartoonish villain, perfect for the first (and sadly, only) outing for Underfist. The fact they went above and beyond to cement him as this ludicrous mastermind who just screwed with everyone’s lives for no apparent reason other than the fact he’s a jerk is pretty funny. I don’t think he’s gonna win any Villain of the Year awards, but I think a 6/10 is good enough for this above average nuisance.

Oho, what’s this? A… candycane? Well, it’s a bit out of season, but it’s still tasty! And that’s kind of where Ron is. I do like just how unabashedly scummy he is, and there is precedent for people like him in the Toy Story universe, but I feel he takes things to a cartoonish extreme. For crying out loud, the guy has a trained iguana that acts like a dog! He feels like he belongs in a different series than this one, but again, I don’t really think that’s a bad thing, because at the very least he is funny. He gets a 7/10, a bit higher than usual just because I love how ridiculously nasty his whole scheme is. Stealing from kids, what the actual hell.

YES! A King Size candy bar! Just what I was looking for! It’s just a generic Hershey bar, but hey, that’s a lot of chocolate, so who’s complaining? And that’s Jack, he is simply put a perfect Halloween special antagonist. Most of this comes from his voice work, since Wayne Knight is a national treasure, but his backstory and concept are worth praising too. His origin story is something of a twist on the old legend of “Stingy Jack,” the origin story of the Jack-O’-Lantern appropriately enough. While obviously there are liberties, such as substituting Grim for the devil, it’s a mostly accurate retelling, something that would go over most people’s heads unless they’re really into classical folklore. Jack’s a lot of fun as a character, earning himself a nice big 8/10, only being held back from a higher score because despite being rightfully beloved by audiences, he never really had a major role again, getting a minor shout out in Big Boogey Adventure and… that’s it. I think Jack could have been a really entertaining reoccurring antagonist in the same vein as fwllow ensemble darkhorse Eris, but alas, it was not to be. Maybe if Underfist had been picked up he could have been brought back for that, but the fact is it just didn’t happen. Oh well, might as well appreciate what we got.

And that’s it for this batch of Halloween goodies. Halloween specials seem a lot less prevalent than Christmas specials, but they’re no less important or fun, and as you can see, they do produce at least mildly interesting villains, sometimes. If only they could produce a villain so devilishly Halloweenie that he could perfectly embody the spirit of the holiday…

Hey, what’s that at the bottom of the bag…

Wait… is that…

OH NO.

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Be-Witching Halloween

Word Count: 4114

Pairings: ELEJAH, KLAROLINE

Warnings: None

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been excited for Halloween, but she suspected she had been a child. Back then it had been all about the candy; lately it was all about the costumes, and even that had begun to lose its appeal since Caroline had taken over.

She loved her best friend to bits, but authenticity was going to kill her, or rather she was going to kill her for being such a nit-picky control freak.

Did it really matter if her fishnets were ripped in just the right place? Did the fake tattoos need to be perfect? Did she have to outline the spot where her lipstick would run from her lips?

The answers were all – unsurprisingly – resounding yes’s: ‘yes Elena, I am Harley Quinn and my costume will be perfect’.

Did Elena really have to wear the skin tight unitard? That question had garnered a smirk and the offer of a second costume that had Elena gritting her teeth.

She had promptly bitten her tongue and crammed her body into the black suit before fixing the mask in place.

Elena’s costume was perfect; there was just one teeny, tiny, significant problem.

Somebody else was wearing it too. She matched the scowl and crossed her arms over her chest, striding until she stood in front of her mirror image. Her eyes slashed over her from her black stilettos to the pointed ears on top of her head.

“Well,” Elena met her opponents eyes as they circled each other like jungle cats stalking their prey, “one of us has to change,” she thought of the skimpy outfit upstairs on the guest bed, “and it’s not gonna be me.”

“I think it is cupcake,” she purred, with a wicked glint in her feline eyes, “now be a good little kitten – just like we all know you are – and go change.”

Several people turned to look at them, gaping at the odd scene. Truthfully it wasn’t that odd since the pair of them hated each other with a fiery passion that often left one or both of them with third degree burns both figuratively and literally.

“Do I sense a cat fight brewing?” Kol whistled. “I’ve often wondered what it would be like to watch two identical women tear each other apart.”

It was not unusual to find Elena and Katherine at odds, but it was unusual for them to be perfectly identical.

“Shut-up, Kol,” Elena snapped.

“Don’t be mean cupcake,” Katherine smirked, slinking towards her, “he did call it after all.”

Elena glanced beyond Katherine’s cat ears to the grand staircase. Caroline – in an out of character move – had yet to notice the brewing storm; her attention was focused on securing the emerald scarf around Hope’s neck. The child made an adorable Poison Ivy with her ribbon wrapped tights and red hair, but Hope could only distract Caroline for so long.

She dragged her gaze back to Katherine and scoffed; certain Kol had ‘suggested’ the costume to stir up trouble.

“I’m not gonna fight you, Katherine.”

“Scared you’ll lose,” she taunted, prowling closer. Elena half-expected to see a tail flick out.

“We both know I could best you if I wanted to,” her shoulder muscles rippled. Katherine was older but Elena was resourceful and quick. “I just don’t want to fight you with Caroline because I ruined her party… plus I don’t want to give Kol and Damon the satisfaction of watching.”

She spun on her heel and disappeared into the crowd, reappearing moments later in the bedroom. She yanked a pillow off of the bed and screamed into the feathers, confident that nobody would hear her over the Monster Mash, but not everyone was at the party.

Her cheeks stained scarlet when she lowered the pillow, spotting her new companion.

“Elena,” he fought back a laugh.

“Elijah,” her voice emerged, breathless.

He stepped down into the bedroom, carefully prying the throw pillow from her hands. He poked a finger through a slash in the fabric and met her bright eyes.

“I was unaware of your aversion to throw pillows,” his lips turned up in a smirk, but the question danced in his eyes.

“Katherine decided to come dressed as cat woman,” she shook her head, crossing her arms. She despised putting up with Katherine, but Rebekah was with Stefan so Damon was a part of her life and lately Damon came with Katherine. “I suspect Kol’s influence, but the main problem is that I now have to change in order to avoid a cat fight.”

“When did you start avoiding fights with Katherine?” He tossed the violet pillow on the bed.

“When it became clear that this one would lead to a subsequent fight with Caroline – that would dissuade anyone regardless of the presence of a child in the room,” she perched on the edge of the bed, trying to take a deep breath and finding it impossible in the too tight costume. “I try to avoid violence in the presence of children.”

“That’s understandable,” he watched her pull the mask and ears away from her head, “but why are you upset about changing? Surely Caroline insisted on a back-up costume.”

“She did,” Elena reached for the small pile of fabric in the middle of the bed. Shaking it out revealed a body suit with pieces cut out in strategic places on the red bodice, and gold stars over the blue bottoms; it was essentially a bikini.

“Are you telling me that Caroline Forbes selected what is quite possibly the most derogatory Wonder Woman costume on this earth? Caroline Forbes?” He glanced at the fabric, but refused to picture Elena wearing it; in a thousand years it was one of the hardest struggles he had ever had to endure.

“Yup,” she shrugged. “She said I didn’t have to get a costume because she would take care of it, and apparently she really wanted me to be cat woman.” Her eyes fell to her leather clad form. “She knows me well and knew that the only way she would get me in a unitard was if my only other option was… well…” she gave the star spangled costume a little shake.

“I can see where you’d be reluctant,” he tilted his head, glancing down at the costume. She had placed it in front of her body and the image came unbidden. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away; they found a new home on the night stand.

Caroline and Klaus had been ‘dating’ for years, making Elena a frequent guest in his home. Each time she stayed she carried around a book – the same book. She had read it so many times that the cover was practically falling off the weathered volume, and when she read it now she skipped around to her favorite passages; some of which she could recite by heart.

He stared at the book for a long moment as a slow smile appeared on his face.

“I have an idea,” he offered her a hand up, “but it will require a little trust.”

“You know I’d trust you with my life,” she grinned, eyes twinkling. Slipping her hand in his she suppressed her shiver at the contact. “I have on several occasions, so I think I can trust you with a Halloween costume.”

“Is there anyone you wouldn’t?” He led her into the hall and deeper into the compound, glancing over from the corner of his eye.

“Kol,” she responded without a hint of hesitation, causing them both to laugh.

He brought her to a stop in a room filled with trunks of various sizes and directed her towards a screen.

“You might want to take that off.” His heart gave a leap when she turned around and swept her hair over her shoulder. He held his breath and acceded to her silent request by reaching out to unzip her costume, taking care not to touch the tantalizing reveal of skin.

“Thank you,” she murmured, hoping her disappointment at not feeling his hand on her back didn’t bleed through her voice.

“Anytime.”

She slid behind the screen, wondering if she had imagined the strain in his voice.

Elijah averted his eyes from her shadowed silhouette and selected the appropriate trunk. He extracted a mixture of garments and approached the screen where she was straightening up in one fluid movement. He cleared his throat to announce his presence, smiling when her heart jumped.

“There is a fair amount of fabric,” he shifted closer. “Would you like it in stages?”

“Are you going to tell me what I’m wearing?” She poked her head around the screen and flashed him a teasing smile.

“Where would be the fun in that?” He smirked, handing her the first pile of fabric.

She vanished again, giving him a brief glimpse of her bare arms. He saw her moving beyond the silk screen: rolling stockings up her shapely legs, dropping a formless shift over her head, shaking out her hair, and fitting her arms into sleeves.

“I may need help with the corset,” she emerged.

He swallowed, nodding. Every inch, save her arms and collarbone, was covered in material, but he still remembered the days where her current attire would have been forbidden beyond the walls of a bedroom.

She turned her back on him and allowed her lips to form a pout as his deft fingers worked the laces without touching her; not so much as an accidental brushing of skin on skin.

She schooled her features and spun around, placing her hands on her hips. Her brow arched elegantly.

“Now what?”

“Now you close your eyes and trust me,” he chuckled.

She nodded, lifting her arms at his instruction. Silk fell over her wrists, coming to swirl around her ankles with the barest of whispers.

“Are you attending the party?” She felt strings being tugged into place along her spine.

“I don’t have a costume,” he handed her something that felt like a glove.

She worked the material by feel.

“We’re in a room full of what I can only assume are period clothes,” she sighed, feeling her smooth gloves.

“Would you like me to go?” His voice came from lower down.

“I think you should have some fun,” she shrugged, letting him guide her feet into a pair of shoes. “Please come to the party.”

“Very well,” he stood. “Turn to your right, take three steps and then you can open your eyes.”

He had disappeared by the time her eyes adjusted to the light. The indigo dress held a slight shine. She fingered the black lace over the bodice and swayed, watching the fabric shift.

“Is this Rebekah’s dress?” She used the hairpins behind her ears to twist her hair into a quick chignon.

“For tonight it’s yours,” Elijah emerged, fastening the buttons on his blue jacket.

“It’s beautiful,” she fingered the skirt and turned to look at him. Her eyes roamed over his tall form and straightened her shoulders. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. Reaching out he smoothed a few strands of hair behind her ear. The tip of his fingers grazed the soft skin, sending an electric jolt up his arm.

Her breath caught in her throat as she met his eyes and found herself stuck in his gaze. A force drew them closer together as his fingers skimmed over her throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip; his eyes dropped to her mouth for a split second and had she still been human she might not have seen it.

Her chin tipped up as her skirt brushed his legs.

He inhaled the sweet smell clinging to her body, a combination of perfume, lotion and all of the candy she had helped Caroline make for the party; she was intoxicating.

“Elena,” a loud voice shattered the stillness, startling them apart. “I know you’re up here. You can’t hide from the party.”

She glanced at Elijah and drew in a quick breath.

“I’ll be down in a minute, Care,” she called.

“If you’re not on the dancefloor in five minutes you will face the full wrath of Harley Quinn.”

“Got it,” Elena laughed.

She met Elijah’s eyes when he cleared his throat.

“May I have the honour of escorting you to the ball, Miss Bennett?” He lifted her hand, placing a chaste kiss on her gloved knuckles.

“You may, Mr. Darcy,” she giggled.

He slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Why weren’t you going downstairs?” She picked up the hem of her skirt when they reached the railing.

“Would you believe ‘I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before’?”

“Not for a second,” she laughed.

“In truth I find such parties tedious,” he sneered at the crowd, but his expression softened for her, “present company does make it enjoyable.”

“Really?” She ducked her head, trying to hide her smile.

“Really,” he patted her gloved fingers, “I enjoy your company immensely,” his eyes flitted to the speakers, “this music, not so much.”

“Don’t worry; Caroline only planned themed music for the first hour,” she teased, “after that Rebekah gets control of the line-up. Speaking of…” her eyes found the blonde Original working her way through the crowd. “Is she going to be upset that I’m wearing her dress?”

“I doubt it,” he let go of her hand reluctantly.

“That’s my dress,” Rebekah crossed her arms, looking Elena up and down through narrow eyes before nodding, “much better than the last costume.” She glanced at her brother and whipped her phone from the vintage 1922 purse, snapping a picture of him and Elena.

Elijah gave her an inquisitive look.

“Documented proof that you participated in a costume party,” she grinned, turning her eyes to Elena. “I don’t know what you did to get him down here, but good work.”

“I just asked,” Elena frowned with a line between her brows.

“No, really,” Rebekah laughed, “what did you do?”

Before she could respond Caroline appeared and linked arms with her and Rebekah, giving them an annoyed look.

“It’s about time,” she rolled her eyes. “Love the dress,” she smirked glancing at Elijah and then back to Elena. “Come on, picture time… you too, Elijah.”

“Oh no,” he shook his head, backing away.

“Oh, yes,” Elena grinned. She gripped his arm in time for Caroline to pull the three of them.

Elijah allowed her to take him along to the area where the rest of the family waited. He took the position Caroline dictated, but his eyes never sought out the vampire Caroline had dragged over to act as an impromptu photographer.

His eyes were glued on the woman beside him; the woman who had bewitched him, body and soul.

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Hours later Caroline sat on the bathroom counter flicking through hundreds of pictures while Klaus scrubbed furiously at the paint on his face.

“This bloody make-up won’t come off,” he growled, throwing down the wash cloth.

“Try these,” she passed him a package of make-up wipes. Her thumb changed the picture to one of Elijah spinning Elena around in a dance.

“Seriously?” The pack crinkled in his hand.

“That’s my line,” she smirked, examining another picture. “Is there something going on with Elena and Elijah?”

“Well, he did come to the party – in what amounted to a couple’s costume – because she asked,” he sniffed the wipe.

“Witch hazel,” she answered. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I am wearing a pound of white face paint and my hair is green…” he cocked an eyebrow, “… because you asked.”

“I’m thinking Smurfs next year,” she grinned.

“You do this just to see what you can get away with, don’t you?” He lowered his brows.

“You do look good in blue,” she plucked the wipe from his hand. She began washing away the paint in circular motions. “So what’s going on there?”

“Where?” He lifted his chin so she could get his neck.

“Elena… Elijah…” she met his eyes.

“Contrary to popular belief, love…” he closed his mouth when she wiped at her upper lip, “… I don’t get involved in my sibling’s love lives.”

She made a sound in the back of her throat, suspiciously close to a laugh.

“Tatia, Alexander, Sage, Katherine, Emil, Celeste, Marcel, Stefan, and those are just the ones I know about,” Caroline hummed and got out a fresh wipe. “I’m sure if I asked Kol would have a list as well and might even add to the names I already know for Elijah and Rebekah.”

“Anymore,” he amended, “I don’t get involved anymore.” He pulled her to the end of the counter, stepping between her legs. His thumbs hooked in the jagged rips in her tights. “She’s your friend. Shouldn’t you know?”

She cleared the last of the white away and used the corner to clean away her lipstick.

“After my overexcitement at the Stelena relationship and the terrible advice during the Delena debacle she stopped telling me about new romances,” Caroline sighed. “She only tells me stuff when it’s serious, or over. So if I don’t know, and you don’t know I’ll have to keep meddling until one of us figures it out.”

“Keep meddling?” He cocked an eyebrow.

Caroline bit her bottom lip, but couldn’t stop her sheepish smile. “I may have suggested to Stefan that he recommend Katherine come to the party in the same costume as Elena in the hopes that Elena would change, but because she didn’t have another suitable costume someone would have to help her out, and I knew that Elijah wouldn’t be caught dead downstairs… unless Elena ‘asked him’… apparently…”

Klaus tilted his head and cleared his throat, waiting until he was certain he wouldn’t laugh while speaking.

“Okay,” he nodded after a moment, “I’ve got two things to say, you meddlesome woman.”

“Control-freak,” Caroline tilted her head, “but, continue.”

“One, if something is going on between them it will get serious really fast as he’s been pining for years.”

“I saw that in the pictures,” Caroline flipped between images. In one Elena watched Elijah, in another he watched her; it went back and forth in all of the pictures with them. “What was the second thing?”

“This is very important, love,” he cupped her cheeks, continuing only when she nodded. “You’ve got to stop giving people ship names.”

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She rolled her shoulder, folding her arms behind her back. It took her longer than she would ever admit to find the strings of the ball gown, and unfastening them proved impossible; somehow she managed to create a knot of the neat bow Elijah had tied.

“Damn it,” she muttered.

She twisted her body in front of the full length mirror until the knot came into view. The mess would take forever for her to pick out by feel.

The compound housed nearly a dozen people at any given time, most of who were intimately with the garments she needed removed. She pursed her lips and squinted at the tangled strings; a few strands of hair appeared to be stuck in between the mess of knots. Any attempt to remove it would end in ruined fabric, and while Rebekah had been alright with her wearing the dress she would not be happy if the dress was torn.

With a sigh she lowered her arms and moved to the door. She made it three steps down the hall before meeting someone. His dark eyes looked her up and down before focusing on his watch.

“It is nearly four in the morning, darling,” he cocked an eyebrow, “and you’re still dressed.”

“I got stuck,” she motioned to her back. A line appeared between her brows. “How did women ever get undressed by themselves?”

“In this house they didn’t,” he winked.

“Is there any hope for you?” She struggled to hide her amusement behind a stern look and an eye roll.

“What is your problem with me, love?” He stepped closer and looked down into her eyes; he heard her heart speed up.

“You’re a hopeless flirt,” she tilted her head.

“Most women enjoy that,” he smirked, “a few men, too.”

“I’m not most women,” she shook her head.

“I’ve noticed,” he chuckled. He made a circular motion with his finger. “Let me see this mess of yours.”

“Why would I do that?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“So I can do what I’ve been trying to do for years,” his eyes flickered over her body, “and get you out of your clothes.”

“You do know that’s not gonna happen,” she laughed.

“I was only joking, love,” he smiled, holding out his hands with his palms up, “I’ll be on my best behaviour. Let me help you, love. You can’t sleep in a corset.”

They stood in the hall for a moment, locked in a silent battle of wills that Elena felt she was in danger of losing. She was just about to step back in her room and let him held when a third body appeared in the hall.

“Stop being a prat, Kol,” Rebekah gave her brother a shove, “go find some witch to torment.”

“Why would I do that?” He pouted. “I’m finally about to get a glimpse of the illusive doppelganger.”

“No you’re not,” Elena shook her head, “and even if you were, calling me doppelganger seriously blew your chances.”

“Are you saying you don’t want all of this?” He took a step back and posed against the wall in a manner designed just to make the girls laugh.

“Not if you were the last man on earth,” she giggled.

“Darling,” he took a heaving breath, pressed his hand to his heart and even managed a fake sob; “you wound me.”

He couldn’t stop his smirk.

“If you’re that desperate for a doppelganger go and find Katherine,” Rebekah rolled her eyes, “if she hasn’t tossed Damon to the curb yet I’m sure she will soon.”

Elena thought Kol looked like the suggestion made him sick if the sudden shift in complexion and grimace were anything to go by.

Rebekah waved him off and turned Elena back to her room. She swept aside the curtain of shiny hair and set to work untying Elena from the dress.

“How did you manage that?” She asked when the gown pooled on the floor.

“I tried to untie it,” Elena shrugged. She stepped out of the silk and lifted it to fold and drape over the back of a chair.

“I’m surprised Elijah didn’t help you.”

Elena caught Rebekah’s eyes in the mirror; she dropped her chin to hide her blush.

“He got a call about a Faction thing.”

She tried not to imagine Elijah’s deft fingers removing the many layers and failed. Then she tried to banish the image of his hands playing her body like one of his instruments, composing a melody with the sounds she would make at his skilled urging.

“The witches want to celebrate some new feast day,” she said by way of distraction.

“That’s probably a good thing,” Rebekah murmured.

Elena frowned at the blonde in the mirror. Against all odds the pair of them had become friends, and as her friend Elena knew when Rebekah was saying less than she knew; she got that infuriating twinkle in her blue eyes that never failed to increase her resemblance to Kol.

“Oh,” Elena prompted. Rebekah had the twinkle in her eye.

“Yes,” she grinned, working free the last of the corset’s laces. Her words sent a flush over Elena’s skin until she resembled Caroline’s buckets of fake blood for the party.

“It is a very good thing Elijah didn’t help you because he would have missed the meeting and probably ruined my pretty dress and corset in his haste to get it off of you.”

Elena pressed her lips together and sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.

“Ripping my clothes off seems like more of a Kol move, or Klaus if you believe Caroline. I think Elijah would be the tease by agonizingly slow removal of fabric type,” she snickered.

Rebekah sputtered and turned red. “One comment does not mean I want to talk about this.”

“Then you shouldn’t have brought it up,” she smirked. “Elijah would have to be really riled to rip off my clothes.”

“You know,” Rebekah smirked, “you and Kol might be a match made in heaven.”

“Take that back right now, Rebekah Mikaelson!”

“Take back what you said first!”

“Fine,” she sighed. In the back of her mind she wondered what it would take to make Elijah lose control and rip off her clothes.

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AWA Life Report and Feedback wanted.

So I am starting with the Feedback portion because I think this is most important. Fake Star reached out to me and is requesting feedback on the VIP offerings. I am letting as many people know as I can, that Fake Star would like feedback on the offerings for VIP badges and other things you’d be interested in.

Specifically, they would like to hear from you on more of what you’d like offered as a VIP benefit. Fake Star will be meeting with them next month and would like to bring your ideas to them.

So far we’ve received the following suggestions:

Continue the Photoshoots.

Continue Early Access

More items to raffle off

More Gacha Items

A Fan meet event where you can interact with the band more, play games, buy cheki with the members, hear acoustic versions of songs, etc.

Back Stage look, being able to be present for soundcheck and practice.

International FanClub, right now the idea is for a digital version only as most of the current Fanclub perks outside of tickets and store times are digital already.

International shipping for the LM.C Store.

If you have anything you’d like to contribute, please let us know! This is your chance.

Now onto AWA report!

Fake Star presented LM.C for the second time in a row at this year’s Anime Weekend Atlanta.

The event marked LM.C’s third performance in a row in the U.S. It also marked the first-ever offering of VIP badges for LM.C events. Perks included Early access to all LM.C events and up to 2 photoshoots with LM.C, one of which was with the MAD LM.C. This marks the first appeared of MAD LM.C since well…they were first introduced.

The Mad LM.C Photoshoot took place on Thursday, Halloween, and the General photoshoot took place on Saturday the second. The fans came together to create a flower board display for LM.C and bouquets.

Previously, photoshoots had only ever been offered to members of Team LM.C in Japan. The concert was great, the setlist included: Ghost Heart, Oh My Juliet, Funny Phantom, Double Dragon, Hoshi no Arika, 88, Boys and Girls, Chamaleon Dance, Rock the LM.C, We are LM.C Anthem, Chaindreamers, the Buddha, & Punky Heart.

Surprisingly, only one song (Chaindreamers) from the latest album, Future Sensation, was played, but the audience was enthralled none the less. LM.C came out full force in all their glory as this picture below so famously immortalized.

The show started with a little bit of a hitch, as there was a sound malfunction, forcing the band to stop during the first song. While the issue was being resolved Maya engaged in some light banter with concert-goers. He asked who spoke multiple languages and informed the audience that he spoke two languages, Japanese and Japan-English. He also asked the audience about some new words he’d learned, “Lit” and Yeet.” He seemed to get what “Lit” meant and had no trouble saying. “Yeet,” however, gave our king some trouble. He attempted to pronounce it, the result was “Why-Eeeet?” Despite help from the crowd, I am unsure if he really got it.

He also enquired about the blue Powerade beverage he’d been provided with. He asked if the drink was safe and why it was blue. The audience responded with a mixture of Yes, No, and Maybe. He only took one sip of it the entire concert, so we can presume, he was not a fan. In fairness, this is probably a good idea when drinking something that looks suspiciously like window-cleaner.

During this banter, Aiji disappeared off stage to presumably help with adjustments. This prompted Maya to ask, “Where is my Guitarist, where is my man?”

Finally, the show restarted, none of the excitement or energy before the malfunction had been lost. One of the high points of the show was when 88 was performed. The crowd had been given glow sticks with lyric an instruction cards before the show to sing along with Maya when the song started. It worked with resounding success, Maya even got a little choked up. Throughout the concert there was more banter from Maya culminating in everyone’s favorite translator, Ryan, being summoned to the stage, along with a phrased cried out from an audience member that will live in infamy, “Ryan is Daddy!”

Maya asked what that meant, but a mortified Ryan said he’d tell him later. We don’t know if he ever did. This show had more effects than the 2 previous concerts, complete with the lyrics displayed so the audience could sing along. In the past, many have struggled to do this.

The show concluded with Maya making jokes with the cameraman, asking if he was cold in the Cheerleader outfit he was wearing. Pictures were taken, and the band was taken back when the lights came on and they were able to see just how many people came to their show, they were truly impressed.

Throughout the weekend, special GACHA packs were sold, some contained blue tickets which would grant the holder access to a special signing where you could have anything signed and it would be personalized. Those who got multiple tickets were very generous and gave their extras to those who got nothing. It was great to see fan-base come together and help each other and ensure that more people had the opportunity to have a wonderful time with LM.C.

The Final LM.C event was Sunday with the raffle and Q&A Panel.

Here are the questions in no particular order:

What’s your favorite LM.C look?Aiji said he likes loose clothing that’s easy to move around in, therefore the Track Suit from JOHN was his favorite. Maya said the current outfit [see above] was his favorite, followed by the costume for “Let Me Crazy!!”

What’s your favorite song to perform?

Aiji said anything upbeat, like Chameleon Dance, while Maya said he likes to perform the songs that have appeared in Anime as those are the ones that American audiences get into the most.

What song of theirs that doesn’t have a video would they want to make a video for?

Maya asked the audience if they were familiar with a manga called “Kingdom,” which is a fictionalized retelling of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms from Chinese history. He said the song “Dystopia” was based on that Manga, and he wanted to do a really big expensive video for it.

Aiji said he would like to do more videos for their slower songs, specifically “Twinkle Star,” he too would want it to be expensive with lots of special effects.

What does the name LM.C mean?

Maya said that before their debut, they already owned the domain [Lovely-Mocochang.com] and that the band name came from that. {LM} stands for “Lovely-Mocochang,” {.} stands for “dot,” and {C} stands from “com”.

Of course, the name also comes from a dog Maya once owned, “Moco.”

What are their favorite childhood memories?

Maya said his favorite memory was of watching a historical drama with this grandmother when he was young.

Aiji said his favorite memory was of building a paper statue with his kindergarten class for a school festival.

What would be their advice for the current generation?

In response to this question, Maya asked the attendees if we read translations of LM.C’s lyrics. The audience responded, “Yes.” He then said that if you follow what is written in those lyrics you can learn how to be happy.

Who’s their favorite western artist?

Maya said his favorite was Cyndi Lauper, he liked her look more than her music though. He said that Mad Maya’s bright yellow hair color and appearance was inspired by her.

Aiji said his favorite artist was Michael Jackson.

How did they meet?

Maya stated that they met at a live house in Nagano when he was 17. He said that was there to see the band that was performing either before or after (don’t remember which) Aiji’s band. He didn’t remember much about the occasion other than Aiji was smoking when they met.

Would LM.C ever do an American Tour?

Maya commented that America is really big, they said it would be cool and asked if we would come to their shows, of course, everyone said yes.

What’s the meaning of Aiji’s Tattoo?

Aiji said that the first tattoo was his parent’s birthdays, the second represented the universe, and the third was for his previous band.

On the topic of tattoos, Maya said he doesn’t think he’d get one because he’d become bored of it and want to change it. He then joked that maybe he should get a big chest tattoo.

Did they ever get nervous meeting celebrities and idols they were young?

Aiji said no. Maya said that he’s not the type to get nervous so, no. He then said that when he was in middle school he got to meet Hide from X-Japan. Maya said that he didn’t even introduce himself he just started talking to Hide.

What’s their favorite letter and kanji?

Maya said is favorite letter was “M” (obviously), and his favorite kanji was Umi for sea “海.” Aiji took some time to think about his favorite letter, first, he said, “…L?” Then he said no, and kept thinking. Maya asked him, “Is it M?” to which Aiji responded with, “Yeah….no.” At last Aiji settled on “R.” For his favorite kanji, he said Kumo for cloud, “雲.”

Would they ever bring back MAD LM.C?

Maya said they’ve been wanting to do something with Mad LM.C but there was never a good time. It worked for this event because it fell on Halloween. He said that if another con fell on Halloween, they would do it again.

(My hope of hearing “Mad or Die!” live may never happen. ToT)

Why did they choose Visual Kei for their style?

Both Maya and Aiji said it was because all the bands the liked growing up were doing the style that would eventually become V-Kei. There was no V-Kei at the time when they were getting into those bands.

Someone asked if they liked the gift their sister gave them.

A girl gave LM.C a drawing of them as a gift. Her sister asked if they liked the gift. They said they appreciate any gift they receive but it really means a lot when someone takes the time to make something specifically for them.

Regarding the drawing itself, they liked that she had combined their first outfits with their new look.

That’s all the questions I remember. If anyone remembers any I missed, please tell me. That’s it for the live report. Please don’t forget to let me know by commenting or sending me a message if you have anything you would like to see offered in future VIP events for LM.C. Fake Star really wants to know your thoughts, and I was very honored that they reached out to me. So please, let your voices be heard.

I hope you all have the opportunity to attend a VIP event for LM.C someday. There is also a fan discord for LM.C please feel free to join and connect with other fans!

Link here: https://discord.gg/Bz2WWJt

#lm.c #lm.c live #maya #aiji #lm.c maya #lm.c aiji #lm.c concert #lm.c fans #Fake Star #awa #awa 2019 #my thoughts

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Analysis of X: Uncanny X-Men #159 “Night Screams!”

Happy Halloween! For our Halloween special, I take my first dive into Claremont’s classic X-Men Run proper, as Claremont’s future New Mutants partner Bill Sienkiewicz drops by just in time for the X-Men to battle Dracula for the soul of Storm! Get your stakes ready and join me after the cut.

Welcome everyone to my special Halloween Edition of Analysis of X. I love this holliday: Scary movies, adorable children in costume, more sugar than I probably need… it’s the best. And it’s on this sacred day I’ve decided to take a second look at one of my faviorite X-Men stories and see if it still holds up to me the second time around. I first heard about this story in the back of Wizard Magzine in this old beatup issue I got from my brother, and was blown away by the descrption of an event we’ll get to towards the end. When I finally read the issue years later thanks to an issue of Classic X-Men, it exceded my expectations, and hence here I am to see if it still holds up. And since the few bits of exposition needed can just be done as we go, let’s sink our teeth into “Night Screams”

We open on the Uncanny, the powerful, the misunderstood, the brave X-Men!... barging into someone’s apartment and being confused by the occupant. Naturally both parties are confused: The young lady because it’s her damn apartment and suddenly a blue elf, a smelly hairy Canadian, a metallic Russian, an African goddess and a masked teenager come rushing into her place. The X-Men are confused because this apartment belongs to their friend Misty Knight. Those of you who watched Netflix’s excellent Luke Cage series probably remember her from that. In the comics she’s not far off from where she ended up by the end of the Netflix/MCU partnership: a private eye who used to be a cop and has a robot arm, in the comics provided by Tony Stark because back in the 70’s and 80’s tony would make some sorta gadget for anyone who pulled a dump truck of money up to his house. As I mentioned in Excalibur, Chris Claremont never really forgot any character he ever had anything to do with, and since she was a major supporting character during his run on iron fist along with her partner in asskicking Colieen Wing, who you may remember as the best part of Iron Fist’s own Netflix series, he had the two pop up in his X-Men run during a time when they thought the professor and jean were dead, because no one bothered to pick up a fucking phone. As such Misty had apparently offered her place to the X-Men any time they were in the city proper… but herself didn’t pick up the damn phone and tell her in the past few months she got a roommate, so said roommate is understandably pissed off to find a bunch of strangers in her place.

As the above should make obvious, the young lady is Harmony Young, famous model and misty’s new roommate. At this time Mary Jo Duffy had taken over Luke Cage, at the time Power Man,’s book and, in an attempt to keep the book from being canceled, brought Iron Fist in as a second protagonist and made the book into a buddy picture with the two’s contrasting personalites and backgrounds playing off each other. Having read this run, it’s fantastic and well worth a read and is the backbone of later runs of Luke and Danny while creating one of the best friendships in all of Marvel. As for how the hell this relates to this story, Harmony is a supporting character from that run and at the time, Luke’s Girlfriend and thus moved in with Misty when Misty needed a roommate.

With the confusion cleared up the X-Men try to smooth things over, minus Logan who, now knowing he dosen’t have a fight on his hands is going to get drunk because logan frankly has three states: boning, drinking and killin, and Kurt’s already swooping in there, and while you’d think hitting on Luke Cage’s girlfriend would be dumb, Luke is not above a three way. I mean why do you think danny sleeps at his and jess’s place every other Sunday? Storm being the leader she is offers to leave, but Harmony, seeing three handsome young men and likely having an open relationship with Luke, decides what the hell and lets the X-Men stay. Kitty scoffs at her and.. oh god I’m going to have to talk about the Colossus and Kitty thing aren’t I? Fuck me…. Yeah for those of you who weren’t aware, Kitty had a crush on Colossus.. a grown man at the very least 6 years older than her. They eventually DID enter a relationsip, that THANK CHRIST, wasn’t sexual till Jim Shooter, in one of the few times he actually made sense as Marvel’s Editor in Chief outright told Chris to cut it out and broke the couple up himself by having Pitor fall for someone else. And while that whole romance was forced and rushed, it both ended an annoying subplot and gave us a DAMN good issue of Uncanny I’ll get to some day. We soon find out WHY the X-Men are in town in the first place:

I do like the story progression so far: it feels organic and the opening of the X-Men barging in on an apartment is a nice hook and the following pages quickly explain the situation without feeling too clunky about it. But yeah Kitty’s Parents want to see her and while as Ororo notes she dosen’t have anything to wear, Harmony being a true friend to this person she just met offers up her vast wardrobe which Kitty herself quickly gets herself a piece of. The two get dressed and head off to meet the Prydes. We then get a short scene of Cyclops, whose on vacation visitng his brother Alex alongside his space pirate dad. As you can tell i’m not really going that much into it as it’s only one page of the isssue and has nothing to do with the rest of the plot other than informing us Professor Xavier’s in a coma, which tells me why he wasn’t with the rest of the team. Back in NYC, Kurt is still flirting with Harmony when the team gets a call from Kitty... who wonders if Ororo got home okay. Kurt’s instantly put on alert because she’d told kitty she was heading straight back.. hours ago. And as we see bellow, she’s been attacked with two marks left on her neck... which can only mean one thing.. NEIL BREEN HAS KILLED AGAIN.. or you know vampires.

Storm is rushed to the hospital and Logan and PItor soon get the call thanks to Storm’s wallet to come get her. While the doctor wants to keep her overnight Storm is.. oddly calm, finding the night realixing and getting the feeling something’s watching her, but shaking it off. The fact she’s not CONCERNED about that or seems chipper after having her throat torn open just screams red flag don’t’ it? Storm returns home to rest , shooing the rest of the X-Men away and well. if you were wondering when the hell this turned into a vampire story besides the whole neck bites thing...

The scene is haunting and well done and Bill, since his last name is hard to spell and I’ve mangled enough names as is on this blog, does a fine job with it, portraying the horror of it as well as how entrhaled Ororo is well. IT’s this sort of moody atmospheric stuff that would serve him well when he became artist on New Mutants and thare’s damn good reason his run is where the book really starts to pick up steam. Kitty returns home.. and is greeted with the news Storm has turned ill. When kitty tries visting storm is afraid of the sunlight, has a mysterious scarf from an admierer with a large D on it, and flinches when Kitty’s star of david brushes up against her. Kitty, sensing the obvious heads off to do some errands. Later that night Ororo lets her her “lover” and the one behind all this...

Yup. I wasn’t lying or exaggerating in the teaser: The one behind all this is DRACULA. That Dracula, not some alien or some other vampire. The prince of Darkness himself has designs on Ororo. And if your wondering if this is just some one issue weirdness… NOPE. Around this time, Dracula had his own ongoing started in the 70’s, Tomb of Dracula and what I’ve read is excellent. As a result Dracula was a part of the Marvel Universe, had his own backstory and enimies, and fought the likes of Dr. Strange and Spider-Man and earlier this year was the center of a major plot in Jason Aaron’s Avengers run. But before he can turn her, help arrives..

IT’s kitty who got a nifty Van Helsing getup and a cross.. but in an intresting twist on the mythos the cross does nothing. But not for the by this point cliché reason of “we’re just not using that old chesnut”, no in the Marvel Universe one needs genuine faith for the religious symbols weakness to work… and as the star of david showed earlier, Kitty is Jewish .. but when Dracula tries to choke a bitch, it’s said star of David that saves her. Tragically, Storm is too brainwashed to run and leaves with Dracula, begging Kitty to forget her and leaving the poor child in tears as her surrogate older sister leaves with a monster, possibly forever and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. On a side note though nice entrance line. While it’s no “Begone monster you do not belong in this world!” it’s still pretty sweet.

The rest of the team burst in and Kitty explains what’s going on: that while she didn’t know it was DRACULA till now, she was supscious but rightly suspected the others wouldn’t belive her and Logan dosen’t, trying to write off the scarf as Harmony or Misty’s.. but Kurt shoots it down, stating that Kitty is no child and her word means as much as Logan’s own, with his own time in Bavaria telling him to not take vampires lightly.. ESPECIALLY Dracula. Even if Logan still isn’t buying it, Kitty does point out that wether she’s right or not, Ororo is too injured to leave out in the wild, let alone with some strange man who may or may not be Dracula. Given this is a superhero comic, a fight naturally breaks out, with Dracula summoning his wolves, where’d he purchase those, to fight while Kurt tries fighting the big man himself.. and quickly gets his fuzzy blue ass handed to him. Colossus and WOlverine take the wolves out and prepare for the big man himself.

As you can see Dracula is handing them their asses.. which is no surprise: not only are the X-Men two members short, and even if they weren’t Dracula would still be able to take them. It also helps ease him into this shared universe: the reason why he hasn’t been beaten for good with so many heroes out there is simple: besides having the cover of being so famous that most wouldn’t belive he’s real, he’s also really damn powerful and only one vampire hunter after him has any sort of powers, that being Blade who was introduced in Tomb of Dracula. And while he’s a vampire, he dosen’t have Drac’s broken number of extra powers.

With it now being clear given he fuck slammed Colossus that Dracula is out of their league Kurt suggests a straight up fight won’t work and they need plan B.. and with that we get the best scene in the issue, the one that made me want to read it in the first place.

Just as a recap, in a brilliant callback to a few pages ago, Wolverine tries, cleverly, to use his claws as a cross.. but as Dracula mocks him, it won’t work. Like Parappa the Rapper says you gotta belivie.. and unfortunately for Dracula, Kurt does in what is, to my suprise, the first time his religion comes up but it works well and adds a sizeable amount to his character. Sadly as fucking epic as this is, it only holds him off for a second and he soon sendds lightning after him because.. apparently he can do that now? I dunno. While this goes on Kitty runs into the castle which Dracula has morphed into his own kinda castle, and while Kitty dosen’t find dracula she does find an almost turned storm and readies a stake, though Ororo points out it won’t do much good.. and we get another powerful scene as Kitty decides she’s right.

While that goes on, the rest of the team presses on but have no more luck and soon Dracula has them beat and Storm arrives seemingly having slain kitty.. only to shed her Dracula outfit for her uniform and start kicking Dracula’s ass, kicking off an awesome fight between the two.

She ends up slamming him into a party where Drac, being a sore looser, tries to force her to submit.. but she stays her ground and he gets desperat holding a hostage to try and get her to submit

But as seen she will not and refuses to.. and Dracula admits defeat, realizing he was genuinely attracted to her and he’d have to snuff out what made her worthy of being his queen to do so. Granted he’s still a creepy mind rapist, but it’s still a nice character touch. He books it out of there, and being good at evading people as his solo would show, tells Ororo following would be a fools errand and givne how beaten down her team is , even with her back to give them the edge, he’s right. So for now he escapes, but the X-Men have one the night and Ororo is free and back to being just a mutant again and tearfully reunited with kitty at misty’s place.

With that touching scene done, our heroes runite with Harmony, with Misty and Coleen now present and celebrate their narrow victory. There’s also a quick stinger with Moira MacTaggert telling the X-Men xavier’s condition has gotten worse, but for the most part, it’s a happy ending as our heroes, however narrowly have won the day and I thankfully got this done before Halloween ended.

Final Thoughts: This issue is every bit as good the second time around, if not more so now I know who Harmony is and have read some of Dracula’s own title, though it’s not a necessity as none of the stuff from Tomb is important here, and Harmony is introduced well enough. This issue is a masterpiece, having atompsheric moody horror, the drawings well done and there’s so much I didn’t show that’s just awesome and Bill would only get better from here. The character work is also great as most of the X-Men get moments to shine. While wolverine is mostly there for his usaul schtick as is Colosus, how easily dracula manhandles them shows just how strong he is without feeling forced. But the real stars are Kurt, who gets one of his finest moments here and even after that fails still presses on anyway, Storm whose transformation is truly horrifying and whose ultimate victory is made all the sweeter and Kitty, whose at her best with: her youthful naivity matching well with her refusal to give up as she stares down both Dracula and her big sister in equal amounts. The issue is a must read for what’s left of this Halloween and every one after it and a great little done in one. Even with the btis of other storylines, it’s still easy to read and understand on it’s own and is one of the best one and done issues i’ve ever read and still holds it’s position in my eyes as one of the best X-Men stories period, taking what should be a rediculous premise and owning the hell out of it. A must read if i’ve ever read one.

#uncanny x-men #x-men #storm #wolverine #colossus #kitty pryde #nightcrawler #dracula #tomb of dracula #marvel comics #harmony young #misty knight #vampires #horror #halloween.

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First lets get the basics out of the way...

What's your name? Robyn.

How old are you? 22.

Where are you from? Philippines.

What color are your eyes and hair? Eyes are dark brown, hair is black.

When were you born? April 21.

Now for the fun stuff!

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed. Some people can fall asleep with their closet doors open (and this is a thing in the first place??)? I could imagine that would irritate me to death, and I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until I got up and closed it.

How many people have you slept with this week? Zero.

What size is your bed? Just a twin size. It’s all I need for now.

What do you drink with dinner? Cold water, always. We also usually have other drinks served at the dinner table - Coke, buko juice, and iced tea - but I never drink anything else.

What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Barbecue sauce.

Last person you kissed/kissed you? You know who it was, I don’t feel like continuing to mention them on surveys as often as I used to any more.

What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Two for the Road, The Proposal, and Toy Story.

What is your usual bedtime? From Monday to Friday I’m usually passed out anytime between 10 PM–12 AM. It’s a different story on weekends; revenge bedtime procrastination is my thing now, so I go to bed anywhere from 2–5 AM.

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? I always had different outfits on per year, but they were always the generic ones that we could buy costumes of at the mall – pirate, Tinkerbell, mermaid, etc. I didn’t start getting resourceful and/or witty with my Halloween choices until I was about 14 or 15 when I first went as AJ Lee.

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? February last year when I had my grad photo taken.

Take a vitamin daily? I am guilty of skipping my vitamins lol.

What do you wear to bed? I answer this all the tiiiiiime but I like wearing super-thin clothes so it’d feel airy while I sleep. I don’t exactly live in the chilliest country in the world.

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Can’t relate.

Ever have plastic surgery? No.

Do you want kids? I would love to have kids, yeah.

Where did your last kiss take place? Outside of that person’s car, just right before they got inside.

Four words to explain why you last threw up? I had a fever coming in and was starting to feel nauseous.

Last thing you ate? Adobo.

Do you get your nails done? Nope.

When did your last relationship end? September.

So tell us, what room ARE you in? I’m in my bedroom.

How many stories does your home have? Three if you count the rooftop.

Do you own headphones? No. The one I have in my room is my dad’s; he just lets me borrow it.

Have you ever...

Gotten a Brazillian wax? No, never tried having that yet. Being waxed looks like it hurts, so I’ve stayed away from it to this day lol.

Gotten so drunk you couldn’t remember wtf you did? Only a handful of times as I try not to get to that point, but yes, it’s happened before.

Been called a bitch? Sure.

Slut? No.

Pierced anything? I have a couple of piercings, but nothing I pierced myself.

Had a tattoo? Not yet.

Smoked a cigarette? Yes, but I actively try to make it a point not to form it into a habit.

Smoked weed? Nope.

Missed someone so bad you couldn’t eat or sleep? Sure, this has happened back when I still felt this way about the person.

Worked out at a gym? No, never at a gym. I’d feel too self-conscious to get a gym membership altogether haha. In the brief time I worked out, I only did it at home.

Snuck out of the house? No. With my parents, it’s much safer to ask permission than attempt to be sneaky since they always say yes anyway.

What’s the nearest furry object? That would be Kimi.

Is the room you are in messy? I would say it’s messy in my mom’s eyes but relatively neater than the average bedroom I would see at my friends’s and relatives’ houses. My mom just has ridiculous sky-high expectations when it comes to neatness and I’ve stopped bothering to meet them years ago.

What is the single largest item in your house? Either the living room couch or my parents’ bed, not sure which would ultimately take up more space.

When did you first become interested in sex? I mean I remember starting to explore porn when I was maybe 13 or 14, so those ages would be safe guesses.

How much money did you spend today? Zero and I plan on making it remain at zero. Payday is taking so long though :((((

What is the biggest amount of money you have ever had at one time? I think I had to hold around ₱7,000 in bills at one point in high school when my mom asked me to pay for something tuition-related.

What kind of cell phone do you have? iPhone 8. It sounds more and more ancient with each year that passes lmaooo.

Have you ever been under anesthesia? Never, and I hope I never have to? I’m scared of the things that could come out of my mouth.

Which Disney parks have you been to? None of them.

What does your bed comforter look like? Blue.

When did you last cry? Yesterday, from watching an emotional clip.

When is the last time you took medicine? Start of June.

What was the medicine for? It was to treat my UTI. I was already feeling so much better by the time I had to take that last pill, but I was instructed to take it for a certain period of time so I was just following the schedule.

What kind of health insurance do you have? I’ve actually never tried looking into the specifics of it. I know health insurance is part of my job, but I don’t even fully understand insurance yet HAHA and the thought of it makes me anxious so I haven’t read too much into the kind of insurance I have and the inclusions I can avail from it.

What is your birth control method of choice? I don’t have a preferred one. I’ve only been with a girl, so I haven’t had the chance to explore methods I could gravitate towards.

How much do you spend on your parents for Christmas? Several thousands of pesos, usually.

If you were given $1k and had to use it on 1 purchase, what would you buy? Like, I was challenged to finish it off on one thing? I’d get an iPhone 12.

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? They never caught me drinking when I was not yet allowed to drink. Now that they know I do drink, there’s no ‘catching’ that happens; they don’t mind me downing a bottle of soju from time to time.

Have you ever crawled through a window? I may have as a kid.

What do you spend most of your money on? Food delivery, heh. :)))))))) It’s my favorite way to spoil myself.

Is there a secret you've never told your parents? Yup.

Do you still have pictures of you & your ex? Yes. I’m definitely a photo hoarder regardless of the person, so she’s not an isolated case; I also still have photos of people who aren’t in my life anymore, like Athenna and Sofie. I just don’t look at photos of me and Gab anymore, but they are definitely still around. Deleting them would be like deleting the last six years of my life and that sounds a little unfair.

Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? Someone spread a rumor that I was bi and dating Andi back in 6th grade but I wouldn’t call that nasty.

How many rooms does your house have? It originally had three, but we had the balcony renovated into another bedroom, for my brother; so now we technically have four.

Would you sex tape with you in it for 3 million dollars? As long as I felt safe in the environment and with the person/people, sure.

Are you happier single or in a relationship? There are different kinds of happiness you can get from either; I don’t believe this is something that should be compared.

Do you have curly hair? No.

What is a compliment you receive often? That I write well.

How tall are you?: 5′1″.

Who was the last person to say they loved you and when? Not sure, maybe one of my parents or one of my best friends.

What is the last thing you said aloud? “Already?” Cooper was nipping at my hoodie and he was able to destroy a part of the underside in like three minutes.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

What is one thing that can ALWAYS be found in your freezer? At least one type of frozen goods, like tocino or hotdogs.

How many pets do you own? Two.

How old will you be turning on your next birthday? I’ll be 23.

Last time you went out of town? January.

First thing you wash in the shower? My hair, then I work my way down.

What kind of shampoo & conditioner do you use? I use a Dove shampoo and a Pantene conditioner.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? No.

Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun? I don’t think so. We don’t have that here so there’s no reason for me to own anything from there.

How often do you hold hands with someone? Never. That’s a sensation I miss, for sure. But I’m fine – this is just my period talking HAHAHA

What was the most recent thing you bought? I got a Zinger from KFC because I was craving for fast food at 1 AM yesterday.

Could you ever forgive a cheater? Considering how stupid I can get when it comes to love, probably yes in certain situations.

Do you have Verizon? No.

Would you consider yourself to be spoiled? To a very, very tiny extent, especially compared to my siblings. I’m nowhere close to being a brat, though.

Have you ever been pregnant? No.

What is your average cell phone bill? I’m on prepaid, so I load up my phone every week with a certain amount instead of paying for a consolidated bill every month.

How many piercings do you have? Two.

Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? I turn it on only once I’ve gotten in.

Have you ever had stitches? Nope and I’m terrified of the thought. I hope I’ll never have to need any.

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? Eugh, outdated question. Next.

Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker? Coffee.

Do you have a wireless keyboard and mouse? No. I don’t use a mouse and my keyboard is already built into my laptop.

How many songs are on your iPod or MP3 player? I don’t regularly use either anymore.

Where did you get that shirt you're wearing? I’m pretty certain this is a hand-me-down from my mom.

What are your pet’s names? Kimi and Cooper.

Honestly, are you in love right now? Nope.

Honestly, what color is your underwear? Blue.

Honestly, do you think you are attractive? Some days.

Honestly, do your wrists hurt? Haha no, but my back and shoulders do.

Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now? Sure.

What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant? Continued from this morning. Figure out a way to tell my parents without getting hit.

Was there anyone who "made your day"? Today? Not really.

Are you vegeterian? Nope.

How many windows are open in your computer? Two of Chrome, one of Spotify.

Do you read Perez Hilton? Ew, no. Does that guy still do stuff???

Is there a baby in the room with you right now? No.

Do you plan on moving within the next year? It’s nice to daydream about but likely not gonna happen.

Have you been to a baby shower? No.

What brand is your computer? Apple.

How many cars can fit in your driveway? 4-5 if we really want to make the most out of the available space, but at present it only has 2.

Are you taller than your mom? Nah. Everyone thought I would be, but then I just stopped growing. I am now the shortest member in the family hahaha.

Are you a cuddler? Only with significant others. I would feel uncomfortable if a non-SO cuddled me as I am not a touchy person to begin with, except when it comes to hugs.

Sleep on your back or stomach? Stomach. I could never sleep on my back; I feel too exposed.

Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? I always close the bathroom doors. Kimi has the tendency to pee on the bathroom floor so I make sure he doesn’t follow me in there.

Do you dress for style or comfort? More for style. I do take comfort into account, but looking nice and feeling confident in my outfit honestly takes precedence for me.

Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry? 15,000 cases today.

Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah. It would even be a bit of a relief, honestly, because it means less pressure for me to have sex to please my partner.

Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Yes, both happy and sad tears.

Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? It depends on the person, I guess. Some can handle breakups well, and I’m not one of them.

How long has it been since you had sex? It would be 7 months this April.

Who was the last person to call you babe? My ex probably.

Last reason you went to the ER? I’ve never been to.

Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? Yeah. They were having trouble conceiving at first, but my mom eventually found out she was pregnant with me on her 27th birthday.

How old was your mom when she gave birth to you? ^ 27.

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yes, many times.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? A couple of weeks ago. I’ve been meaning to shave again but I’ve just been sooooooo lazy.

What facial cleanser do you use? I don’t use any products on my skin.

Do you use a blowdryer? Nope.

How many purses do you own?: 3 – I now have more than one! Haha. A month ago I had to buy bayongs from this small business for these PR kits we needed to send out and they included a couple of purses as freebies. Since we’re all working from home, I got to keep them since I was the one who placed the order heheh.

What are your top five favorite stores to shop for clothes? I really just stop by stalls of small businesses I see at the mall and see what trendy pieces I can get from them.

What kind of clothes do you mostly wear? I like halter and tank tops, paired with denim jeans.

What about shoes? Sneakers. You’ll rarely see me wearing anything else.

Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now?

For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman? I’ll feel icky about it every now and then, especially if my flow happens to be heavy; but for the most part I don’t have any complaints. I think bleeding out every month is actually kind of fucking hardcore.

What are your first thoughts when your visitor visits? Be relieved. I’ve never had irregularity issues with my period, so every time it comes it usually serves as a reassurance that there continues to be no problem.

Favorite underwear brand? Don’t have any.

Last thing you bought at the mall? Three new pods for my vape.

Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend?

What color are your pillows? They’re the same style as my current bedsheet, so they’re also blue.

What if an ex asked to be back in your life? I think it would be nice if we would at least have lunch somewhere to catch up, then ask her what led her to that point.

Don’t you just love DVR? We didn’t use it often.

If you're on a laptop, how much charge does it have left? 93%.

Last gift you recieved? I got lunch from Bea after our virtual event with the media for one of our clients. Later that day, Kata also had banana bread delivered to my place :)

Lesson you recently learned? What to do when my candle starts tunneling, which I had looked up literally no more than 5 minutes ago because it started happening to my scented candle :(

#survey #surveys

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barbellsandcakes · 5 years

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Why am I doing this?

This is going to jump around a bit…

Being healthy and happy is something that I have always struggled with. When I say healthy I mean that in, I guess, an abstract way.

I’m on the heavier side, always have been. However, medically I have absolutely nothing wrong with me. My blood work is fantastic, I have no pain or problems because of my weight – I even brought it up with my doctor. Of course, I could have problems down the road like most of my family does, but currently I don’t. That doesn’t mean I’m not trying to do something about it.

Last year I did a couple of different things. I did a Beach Body program and I loved it. I was proud of myself because I actually finished it. I trained for a 5K and for it being my first ever I did (in my eyes) fairly well. I finished it in 44 minutes, ran a little over half of it (I was totally not expecting it to be as hilly as it was), and felt great afterwards. I had lost about 25 pounds and was down ten inches. Then, like normal, I fell away from training even though I had another race lined up. That one went so bad and I felt defeated and angry at myself afterwards.

But, in March of this year I took a leap and tried something that I always wanted to try – I joined a gym that specialized in CrossFit (#nonaffilated) training that my dad found. I had talked about trying it for a long time, but never did it. I went in, met with the owner and one of the coaches and loved it (even if I did end up in Urgent Care the next day – but that is…kinda unrelated. It wasn’t an injury!). Once I was able to go to class I did.

I started going three days a week. This was normally the days where they focused on strength because my cardio and endurance were absolutely terrible. I was consistent, I liked the people in my class, I liked my coach, I was happy doing this. I was interacting with the other members outside of the gym (I am such an introvert and when I do socialize with a few close friends or family, so this was a big deal for me). After a while I upgraded to the unlimited membership. I now go five to six days a week and I’m getting ready to train for another race.

The other huge part of my life is my business. I own a small bakery with my parents; we had (keyword, had) two locations. One in a super small town (technically it’s a village) where the bakery was originally founded in the 1950s and our second was a couple towns over. I love what I do, mostly. I love to bake and decorate cakes and cupcakes (cookies and cake pops can rot in my opinion – I still make them), I like seeing the smiles and excitement on a person’s face when what they envisioned comes to life. The business side of it is definitely not my favorite. I do it, obviously, or I wouldn’t still be in business after five years. But it has taken its toll mentally, financially, and physically.

I don’t do much for me anymore. I used to write and draw, come up with new recipes, get my hair and nails done, make an effort to see my friends; now I’m down to the gym (because I really do love it and don’t want to give that up) and my hair (which may be something that I have to give up here shortly).

Part of the reason I’m doing this is because I don’t like talking about things that are affecting me negatively – I know people have problems of their own to deal with. No one’s ever said or done anything to make me think I’m bothering them, it is something that pops into my head on its own. But, by writing this down I feel like I’m getting part of myself back. I went to school for writing because it’s my favorite thing to do. I want to do the things I enjoy again.

So, besides getting back into writing again, why am I writing this or starting this blog? Because Sunday night everything just hit me like a ton of bricks and I sunk into a deep depression.

Like I mentioned before, I’m struggling financially (like a lot of people are) and while its always on my mind I can turn the volume down. That night, I couldn’t. But that isn’t what tipped me over the edge.

Saturday night I went to a Halloween party that was hosted by the gym I go to and I had an absolute blast. I felt like my costume was on point, my make-up was holding up fairly well, I was laughing and goofing off with people…and getting my picture taken. For the first time in a while I wasn’t bothered by that.

I had been doing really great at the gym, and while I haven’t lost a ton of weight I have been losing inches. I’m down a pant size, my bras and underwear are getting loose, my shirts are fitting better…hell, the leggings I wear to the gym are falling down because of how many inches I’ve lost. I knew weight wasn’t going to just fall off; it’s a long process and it didn’t just show up overnight. And the workouts we do are so varied day-to-day that results don’t always show up as fast as they do if you’re on other programs that target specific areas. Food is another problem for me (I’m told constantly that I don’t eat enough to support everything I do during the day); I don’t eat bad food a lot of the time. I’ll never say I’m perfect with what I eat, give me ice cream I will devour it (baked goods, ironically, don’t really do anything for me).

Sunday night, while I was already trying to focus on having some quiet time, one of my friends sent me some of the pictures she had taken at the party. My heart sunk. I felt like all the time and effort I have put in meant nothing; as I’m writing this that’s still running through my head.

But I’m trying to remember some of what I mentioned above and the changes I have seen:

· The change isn’t going to happen over night

· Doing the workouts and going to the gym make me feel happy, make me feel better

· The looks aren’t all that matters

· I’m stronger and my endurance has drastically increased

I don’t want to be skinny, that’s not what this is about. Even if my little rant above makes it seem like that– I want to be healthy. And to me, right now, I don’t look healthy (again, even if there is nothing medically wrong with me). There’s a podcast I listen to and something one of the hosts said really stuck with me when it came to body image, because let’s face it, that’s what part my struggle this weekend was. I wasn’t worried about what the others though, but it was purely my view of myself. But she said when you look in the mirror you should feel like yourself, whatever image that may be.

Right now, when I look at myself in the mirror or in pictures, I don’t see myself. But I’m going to keep pushing and make changes until I see myself I staring back.

#bakery #cakes #crossfit #nonaffilated #health #progress #body image #work in progress

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marvelouspeterparker · 6 years

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since we were young

pairing: tom holland x reader

request number twenty: ok so i had an idea for a really fluff/smut fic with tom based on “beautiful” by bazzi. especially the line “started when we were younger, swear to god that i loved her”. like growing up with tom & haz and being best friends but sorta drifting apart since tom got famous but he comes back home and runs into you?? and all his feelings rush back and yea that’s pretty much it lol

requested by anonymous

word count: over 3k

a/n: i really went all out cause i made you wait so long—hope it doesn’t suck—i really went through their whole life story (there’s some angst)

You, Haz and Tom had been friends basically since birth, as you all liked to say. You were inseparable—the three musketeers, in fact that even inspired the three of yours’ halloween costumes one year. Sure, you were all best friends, but for some reason you and Tom had a special bond, one that you had unfortunately acted upon far too late.

You remember the first time you felt something special between the two of you. Haz had been home sick one day so that left just you and Tom alone at the playground while your parents chatted and watched from the side. You had played around all day long, jumping around, climbing the monkey bars, going down the slide; but the excitement had gotten the best of you, causing you to slide down the slide a bit faster than you would have wanted, you had braced yourself for the impact, your eyes closing immediately as you flinched, waiting. Alas you didn’t break a bone, or bruise anything for that matter, because Tom had been at the bottom of the slide at the right moment, ready to catch you.

Being the children that you were, you both started giggling and sat down together right where you stood. Complete happiness and joy was what you felt on that day, just being with Tom—you knew he was someone you wanted to have by your side for the rest of your life and he felt the same.

When the laughter died down, Tom had grabbed your hand, mindlessly fidgeting with your fingers—he liked to do that sometimes, it calmed him down.

“Promise we’ll be friends forever?” he asked.

��Only if you promise too,” you’d replied with a cheeky smile.

So you’d linked pinkies, assuring the vow.

In middle school you both started looking at each other a little differently, of course you wouldn’t explicitly say anything out loud to each other about it—you had both assumed that the other didn’t feel the same. You were both afraid of jeopardizing your friendship. Harrison of course, was in the middle of all of this nonsense, not sure if he should interfere or just let you both find your own path to each other, in the end he chose both.

During class he may or may not have purposely chosen another person to work with occasionally, leaving you and Tom alone to work together at his place over the weekend. When your class was acting out Romeo and Juliet he may or may not have volunteered for you and Tom to play the main love interests with a hidden agenda in mind. He may or may not have ‘accidentally’ pushed you to close together at your middle school dances during the slow songs. You’ll never know for sure but you had your suspicions. At the time, you couldn’t really focus on anything besides Tom.

Once you reached high school, Tom had started blushing around you more often, his heart would start pounding when he was near you. Nothing had changed between the two of you still, but there were some moments where even you couldn’t come up with an excuse for his blushing and his stuttering—but you sure did try though.

“What’s got you so flustered, Holland?” you asked, noticing his pink-tinted cheeks.

His eyes got wide, but he didn’t move his gaze from his review sheet. “Uh—s’nothing. Just stressed that’s all.”

“Your cheeks are pink because you’re stressed?” you asked sarcastically?

He hummed in response, “Mhm.”

“Are you nervous you’re gonna fail this test?” you asked, looking for the right answer.

“Yeah that’s probably it,” he said, his eyes scanning the paper but not processing any of the words. The only thing that was on his mind was loud thumping of his heartbeat.

Your eyes narrowed, he’s not telling the truth, you thought, might as well mess with him, “I know what it is.”

He looked up at that, his mouth falling open slightly when his gaze fell on you—your head tilted to the side as you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed, a corner of your mouth slightly upturned. Fuck, she’s beautiful, he thought. He snapped back into it though, not wanting you to catch him drooling over you, “You do?” his voice getting higher near the end of his statement, making him cringe visibly—you didn’t comment on it though.

“It’s me,” you said it like it was obvious, his eyes widened. “You just can’t handle how pretty I look right now,” you said seriously.

Tom stuttered in response, “Uh—um I…”

“I mean just look at me here, in my sweats, my hair all messy, my eyes tired as hell—it’s okay, I’d be flustered too,” you joked.

Tom’s breathing started to go back to it’s normal state as he realized you weren’t serious.

“I’m just playing Tom,” you put a hand on his and his eyes dropped down to it, “But you know you can tell me anything, right?” you said seriously.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I know.” But I don’t know about this, he thought.

When prom season came around, Harrison had asked some girl to go with him so the idea of going as a trio was out—which made the both of you inexplicably nervous.

You both were overthinking everything, you weren’t sure if it was obvious to the other that you were going together or if you had to ask.

You remember when it came up between the two of you. You were both sitting in the library when you overheard some guys talking about how they had to go buy their suits and corsages. You and Tom had turned to each other, sheepish smiles on your faces. You both wanted to bring up the elephant in the room but you were both scared.

There was a comfortable yet awkward silence between you two— one that you both so desperately wanted to break.

“So—,” you started.

“I—“ he started, his voice overlapping with yours.

You both laughed, getting rid of the nerves in your system.

“You can go first,” you said.

You remember he took a deep breath before looking into your eyes, ready as can be, “I was uh—wondering if you wanted to go to prom with me? I mean I kind of guessed that we were already going together with Harrison but then he got a date and I thought it was kind of obvious that we would go together but then again I wasn’t sure—“

You smiled at him, shaking your head slightly, knowing that he would ramble on forever if you didn’t stop him, “I’ll go with you, Tom,” you cut him off, “That’s actually what I wanted to ask you about.”

You saw the relief wash over his features, the stress rolling off of his shoulders. “Oh,” a grin broke out on his face, “Well that’s great,” he grabbed your hand, “I—I’m glad.”

You were relieved that you were going with Tom—but you still weren’t sure if Tom was taking you as his date or as his best friend, even Tom wasn’t quite sure of that if he was being honest.

You and him both remember your prom night—the excitement, the anxiety. However all that stress washed away as soon as you first saw each other, he walked into your house and there you were right in front of him, all dressed up. He couldn’t help himself, his mouth dropped, his eyes wide like saucers.

“I know right,” you joked, trying to ignore the butterflies he gave you from just one look.

He laughed and intertwined your hands, “You just—you look—incredible.”

“Thanks Tommy,” you felt your face get hot.

Of course your parents took pictures, Tom happily obliged and put one arm around your waist, holding you close to him as you both posed for the camera. Something felt different, not just the dress and his suit, something shifted. You didn’t feel like just friends anymore—this—he was your date, this was a date.

The night was unforgettable of course, you danced for the majority of it, drank lots (of punch, of course), laughed a lot, it was an enjoyable night. But the most memorable moment of the night was the last song. Of course, it was a slow song. You and Tom had awkwardly stood there for a moment, getting slightly close to each other, inch by inch.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, his hand outstretched, waiting for yours. It was so much more than a dance though, he could have easily just taken your hand like he’s done a million times before, like the both of you do constantly. But this time he asked, he waited. Because this was different, this was his subtle way of asking if this—you and him, could be something more.

You looked to his hand and then to him, you saw the nervousness in his eyes. “Of course,” you said putting your hand in his to hold.

You stepped close to each other, no more than an inch between the two of you. With your hands intertwined, his hand on your waist, you leaned your head on his chest, as you both started swaying to the soft and slow melody.

Halfway through the song, Tom squeezed your waist gently, urging you to look up at him, “Y/N.”

You looked up at him, the bright decorative lights of the room illuminating his face, making you take notice of that same blush on his cheeks that you’d seen so much of. You saw his adam’s apple pop up as he swallowed thickly.

“What would you do if I—,” he was looking around, trying to figure out how exactly to put his thoughts into words.

He looked at you and you tilted your head, looking up at him with a curious gaze and he swears he almost lost himself in that damn gaze. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, looking from your eyes to your lips making you subconsciously lick them.

“I wouldn’t mind it,” you smiled, trying to mask your nervousness.

His grip tightened on your waist, but not too tight, his other hand let yours go and found your cheek, your hands helplessly finding his arms, almost as if to hold you steady. Your lips parted, your eyes slightly wide, was this really happening? His hand traced soft circles on your cheek before he leaned in, connecting your lips. He was tentative and gentle, not wanting to mess anything up. The kiss was soft and short but it got the message through, all those pent up feelings you had for each other were on full display now, there was no more hiding.

After prom, you started hanging out alone, otherwise known as dating, but you wanted it to be casual, you didn’t have a label, you were just to best friends hanging out—two best friends with feelings for each other. You would occasionally kiss every now and then but there was no pressure on your relationship—it was comfortable, it was safe.

And yet just like that, a year later Tom was off on a new path that led right into the spotlight, leaving you behind to find your own.

You remember the last time you saw him. He told you that he was leaving, he asked you to leave with him but you couldn’t just leave your life behind, you had to figure yourself out.

He sat you down on his couch, the house was empty it was just the two of you. He took your hand and just fidgeted with your fingers for a bit—tracing random patterns on the back of your hand, not wanting this to end.

You looked up at him, noticing the pink tint on his cheeks, but it wasn’t the same—no it was a distressed blush, you looked to his eyes and saw how glassy they were, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. You put your hand on top of his, making him close his eyes and take a deep breath. “What’s wrong Tom?”

He swallowed thickly before looking up at you, a tear sliding down his cheek, not quite reaching his chin as you swiped it just in time. He subconsciously leaned further into your touch, dreading when he wouldn’t feel it’s warmth again anytime he wanted.

You were about to pull your hand away when he grabbed a hold of it, pressing it against his cheek. He let out a sad smile, “I—uh, I did it,” he laughed humorlessly, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Did what?” you asked, not understanding.

He sighed sadly, “I’m gonna be Spiderman, I auditioned and I got the part.”

You were about to jump up and celebrate but thought twice about it—why is he sad if he got his dream job?

You smiled, “Babe that’s amazing,” you squeezed his cheek a bit, a small attempt at cheering him up—or at least getting a smile.

“I’m gonna be moving around a lot, I’m gonna be really busy, you know?”

You nodded in response, dreading where this was going. He dropped his head, covering his face with his hands, making your drop yours.

“I’m not gonna see you a lot, the one huge downside to this whole thing.”

“You have to go Tom, you know that. This is your dream,” you said trying to see the bright side of things.

He looked up, “You were my dream.” You felt your heart squeeze a bit at his words. “You were my dream that I waited and hoped for for all of my life—and I finally got that dream, I got you,” his voice cracked near the end, making your heart hurt.

“But this dream is bigger, Tom,” you said holding his face in your hands, looking directly at him. He looked at you like you were saying nonsense. You hardly even noticed the tears pooling in your eyes until Tom wiped away the first drop. “You have to go Tom. It’s okay.”

“What does this mean for us?” he asked, his voice small, breaking.

“I don’t know Tommy—I don’t know,” you smiled sadly, running your hand through his hair, making him close his eyes out of habit.

You spent that night holding each other like it was your last. It was filled with impossible promises to talk to each other everyday no matter where the other was, tears, and broken whispers that lasted all night.

Those were all the flashbacks—all the memories that flooded through your mind as you set your eyes on the brunet, standing there, right in front of you on the sidewalk. His hair looked nicer—more professional, his arms bigger, stronger. Of course you had seen his pictures, his face on billboards, his face on tv, in the movies, but in person, the change— it was surreal.

“How are you—what are you doing here?” you asked, not really believing it.

“I was looking for you,” he scratched the back of his head nervously, a sheepish smile on his face, “I know this is your favorite spot,” he said pointing to the nice little café you had just walked out of. You and Tom used to come there all the time after class, sometimes for the food, sometimes for the scenery when you just needed a calm space to talk.

You took a step forward and he did the same, both of you taking strides towards each other until you reached one another, your arms finding their way around him, his finding your waist. You held each other so tight, feeling every part of each other, almost as if even the light breeze would blow you away from each other. Tom had felt safe and comfortable as soon as his plane landed but as soon as he stepped into your arms, he felt at home.

“I missed you Tommy,” you whispered, your face smushed into his sweatshirt.

“Gosh, darling you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he responded, squeezing you even tighter, if that was possible.

He let go of you but kept his hands on your waist, almost to check if you were really there.

“Let’s go to my place, yeah?” you asked.

He nodded in response, biting his lip. He looked down and grabbed your hand, just like the old times—a sign that he was there for you, once again.

Looking at him sat right beside you on your couch, it’s like he never left, he’s right there where he belongs.

“How’s this last year been? I haven’t seen you in forever,” you said, reminiscing in your mind about when you would see him every day with no exceptions.

“It’s been—amazing,” he said, you could see the pure joy on his face and you were happy for him, truly. “I’ve been places I never even thought I would go to, I’ve met incredible people. I’m Spiderman! you know? It’s insane.”

You smiled, nodding slightly. He moved closer to you, putting a hand on your arm, “I’m sorry we couldn’t stay in touch as much as we wanted to.”

You put a hand on his knee, “I know Tom, it’s okay. We took two very different paths, we couldn’t have, even if we tried our hardest.”

“I went crazy without you, don’t know how I survived.”

He looked down at your hand that was gently tracing patterns on his leg, then up to your eyes and licked his lips, his hand slid up your arm to your neck, caressing the skin gently. Your gaze went from his lips to his eyes. It was the same old game, both of you knowing how you felt but not acting upon it. Both too scared to start something.

He took a deep breath, “fuck it,” he muttered before crashing his lips down on yours, both his hands resting on either side of your face, your mouths moving perfectly in sync like you’d practiced your whole lives. Your hands rested on his thighs as you leaned forward. His hands moved down to your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You disconnected your lips, the both of you breathing hard.

“You know, I never had the balls to say this before,” he said looking deep into your eyes, “but I love you—I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since that day on the playground and I never stopped.”

You brought your hands up to his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing them softly as you looked at this brown-eyed boy, one that had just opened up his soul to you, waiting for you to do the same, if you were ready. You smiled, your eyes getting glassy, “I love you too Tommy, I always have, I was just too stupid to realize it sooner.”

You leaned forward and reconnected your lips, his hands grabbing at your waist, slowly grazing your ass, not sure if he should grab it. You answered for him and grinded down on him— his hands automatically went to your ass, gently guiding your movements. He flipped the both of you over, him hovering over you, his hands holding him up by your head. “God I fucking love you, darling.”

You moaned as he kissed and bit at your neck. “And I want the whole neighborhood to know,” he said as his hand slipped down between your legs, making you writhe and whimper beneath him.

You didn’t know what this meant for the both of you, neither of you did. But you were more than willing to find out.

tags: @bi-writes @suitedspidey @stephie-senpai @petersbackpack @sunlightom @peterplanet @sighspidey @thotgomery @lilyholland @madmadmilk

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fairyqueennerd · 5 years

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DAY 6- Treasure

The following day I met her near the school again, this time she looked around then smiled and waved at me. I was happy at least she was smiling more now.

"Hey, good morning."

"Good morning to you too, you seem to be in good spirits." I said and she just smiled.

When we reached my class, she waved me goodbye and went to her class. When I entered there was Gray looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Who is she?"

"Lucy" I answered and shrugged.

"You mean SHE IS THE GIRL" he shouted.

"What the heck man, why are you shouting?"

"You are bringing her to meet us at lunch." It was more like a statement than a question.

"Hmm I was thinking so." He smirked but still he looked stupid. I shoved him and went in while he started laughing, was he going insane? What's the point he already was.

At lunch we went to the canteen, I half expected her to be there while I felt she may have gone to the terrace again. But to my relieve she was there.

"Heya Lucy"

"Hey Natsu" She came to our table. She smiled to my friends who looked shocked and stunned.

"Hi I am Lucy Asley." She said with slight hesitation, these guys must be giving up the creepy feeling.

"Ah let me introduce them to you, this is ice princess, that's the metal head, that's Love rival, she devil and lisa." I said purposely to make them react and that's work perfectly. While Lucy gave me curious looks.

"What the fuck man."

"HE Admitted it, LOVE RIVAL" OK that was bad.

"NO way you got this hot chick" why was he saying this? While Erza's eyebrows were ticking when she looked up there was fire in her eyes, time to run for life, before I could get out, they caught me and a brawl broke out.

We were at it, when Lucy suddenly started laughing till tears were at the corner of her eyes. All of us looked at her and stopped in the middle of the brawl which I think looked funnier cuz she was laughing her heart out so were others. Suddenly Erza stood up with grace and we fell on the ground.

"I am Erza Scarlet."

"Gray Fulbuster, don't listen to anything this dumbass tells about me." He stretched his hands to her and she took it and blushed slightly, damn it that stripper.

"LOVE RIVAL." Juvia was there in a second with a glare.

"This is Juvia Lockser."

Gray introduced her and she was by his side with a beautiful smile.

"Gajeel Redfox."

"Lissanna Strauss"

Lucy smiled beautifully to everyone and we started to eat, all kind of rubbish talks were going on the table. I kept on checking on Lucy if she was feeling left out but whenever our eyes met, she smiled at me, to let me know that she was fine.

After the school was over, we were walking back together. Juvia and Gray went together cuz apparently Juvia lived in the same area. Erza and the Strauss sisters went for the station. Gajeel went to his part time job that left me and her together, but now I was feeling somewhat nervous.

"I would walk you home."

"No need for that, I am still trying." I kind of understood what she meant by that.

"Then can I invite you in?"

She thought for a while then shrugged "Sure"

We went towards my home, on the way we were talking about school, and that time I learnt that she came to our school like one week before and she had ran away from home, then she was anxious like she had told me more than she intended to, I smiled to make her comfortable and said some jokes about Gray and sure enough she was laughing.

When we were nearing, I suddenly thought of the condition my home would be in and was it right for me to invite her? When I opened the door, I was relieved that there was not a lot of mess, like it was dirty clothes thrown here and there and empty plates and wrapper on the table as I was watching a movie last night but it was better than normal so yeah cool.

"Wow your house is good, plus so neat and tidy" she said with a laugh.

I glared at her but was happy to see that there was no anxious or afraid look in her eyes she seemed pretty interested in my house and that makes me happy. I tried to clean up a bit and asked her if she would like some juice even before she said anything, I went to the kitchen to bring her one.

She was still looking around. While I was pouring the drink. I suddenly remembered something that I wish she had not yet seen I rushed back to my room but alas she was there surprised.

"NATSU" she shouted maybe she didn't notice that I was here already.

"Yeah" I replied softly.

"What's this?"

"Well I call these my treasure collection"

I had a small store room beside my room which I had things collected from my past and memories that I hold dear and right now something was in progress that I really didn't want her to see but now here she stand and I don't mind anymore.

"That's the top I wore for first day at school." I pointed to a very small yellow top with a brown teddy face on it with 'Happy" written on it.

'That's my first drawing I made for my day' I had made a fierce dragon.

"Me and my dad were so into dragon stuff, I still am."

"where's your dad now?"

"He died in a plane crash along with my mom." I sighed but before the mood became heavy, I started with some jokes that my dad used to tell and we were laughing. I even had the frock that my mom brought for me for fancy dress, though I opposed, I had to wear it and showed that embarrassing picture too. My other drawings. Mine and Gray's first picture together from the elementary class. The first time I came home beaten up by Erza and my dad being happy instead and that picture. Pictures of Happy a cat that me and Lisanna bought up during our early childhood.

My every year Halloween costumes, prizes and books of every year. I even had those paper chits me and Gray passed to each other in school which contained nothing but insults. She was laughing and smiling. All my memories were re-lived, this is why I kept them they make you happy, feel loved, and make you realise how much everyone of them mean to you.

I next showed her the gifts I have been receiving over the years again there was a tinge of sadness in her eyes and I took her to the section were was the collection of memes that we make for each other and post during our birthdays there she laughed so hard that some of my most unfunny memes seemed funny to me now.

"These eyes…"

She asked about it, from the time I had met her, her eyes are the only thing that has been hunting me and hence that was what I was working on for some time now. Some final touches were remaining.

"I-I-It's your" I tried to said it as normal as possible but I shuttered and blushed.

She was surprised but seemed happy, I had made them anxious and afraid but now I am going to make them happy so that's what I did, after making a few changes here and there. I made them smiling eyes.

She seemed shocked.

"Do my eyes change so much with my expression?" She asked in a whisper.

I shrugged, cuz yes I have noticed them change what can I say now.

"Thank you Natsu" She said with such sincerity I was slightly taken aback. What happened next melted my heart. She hugged me, before I could reply to her hug she held tighter and then released me with red cheek, I think my cheeks would match the colour.

"Let's take some pictures to treasure this moment?"

She nodded. We took some pictures in my treasure room. Making some wonderful memories that I would treasure for life.

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