(Edited after additional information was obtained from zookeeping cousin)
I told this story to a few guildies a while back and decided to archive it in a longer format; so here is the story of The Great Flamingo Uprising of 2010 as told to me by my favorite cousin who was a keeper at the time.
In addition to the aviary/jungle exhibit, our zoo has several species of birds that pretty much have the run of the place. They started with a small flock of flamingos and some free-range peacocks that I’m almost certain came from my old piano teacher’s farm. She preferred them to chickens. At some point in time they also acquired a pair of white swans (“hellbirds”) and some ornamental asian duckies to decorate the pond next to the picnic area. Pigeons, crows, assorted ducks and a large number of opportunistic Canada geese moved in on their own.
Now; the ponds that dot the zoo property (I don’t remember how many there are but the one by the picnic area is the only one with swans) were also full of ginormous koi fish, some of whom by now are at least three feet long. Sensing an opportunity to cash in on the koi, the zoo put up little vending machines all over the place that dispense handfuls of food pellets. I swear to god the fish can hear the crank turning, and will show up at the nearest railing, blooping expectantly at whoever happens to be standing there and doing their best to appear starving and desperate.
Like this.^ And they weren’t the only ones who learned to associate the sound with the imminent arrival of food. The Canada geese knew a good deal when they saw one, and had long since ceased to migrate anyway. They formed roving gangs of thug-geese and staked out their turf around the vending machines, ready to mug anyone with pocket change. Picture yourself as a small child squaring off with a bird as big as you are fully prepared to strip search you while standing on your feet and yelling “HWAAAAAKK!!” in your face. It’s deeply traumatizing to you and incredibly hilarious to your parents.
The flamingos had their spot near the zoo entrance and never seemed to mind the presence of the other birds, as they kept themselves to themselves and didn’t really like the taste of fish pellets. The problem lay in that their shrimp pond was close to a vending machine. Ordinarily that wouldn’t have been an issue at all, but eventually the goose population grew large enough that one of the gangs decided to annex it. Being territorial little shits, they would harass the poor flamingos any time they strayed within ten feet of it. The flamingos tolerated this for years until one day they snapped collectively. Here’s a summary of the incident in chronological order.
1.) It was a hot day, so everyone in question both human and avian, were cranky by the time the zoo even opened. 2.) A few flamingos (let’s call them The Jets) strayed into the radius of the vending machine and were immediately confronted by the indignant hissing geese (The Sharks) 3.) Possibly due to heat and the simple fact that the geese had been giant douchebags for far too long, the flamingos decided fuck it, this time they were going to FIGHT BACK DAMMIT, and swarmed the geese en masse. 4.) Chaos ensued. The geese were outnumbered 4 to 1 but had the advantage of being able to scream for back-up. 5.) Hearing the shrieking Canada geese and the bellowing of the enraged flamingos, the peacocks came to the conclusion that the apocalypse had come upon them and began to gather in the surrounding trees in droves and wail in despair. Or cheer them on, whichever. 6.) NOISE 7.) Apparently one of the siege tactics employed by geese is to shit explosively all over everything. 8.) The geese, having secured reinforcements from all over the zoo, went berserk and proceeded to attack EVERYBODY who had come to watch be they human or otherwise. 9.) The flamingos were chasing/being chased by the geese through the crowd accompanied by cheers/wails from the peacocks in the box seats. 10.) Complete pandemonium when the zoo tram became stalled by the flamingo pond due to battling birds. The Jets, sensing these were somehow reinforcements on the side of the Sharks, charged the tram. Adults were doing the duck and cover. Small children were screaming, adding to the noise. People were slipping on goose shit and hitting the ground in the fetal position, only to be stampeded by the rampaging flamingos. 11.) The koi continued to bloop hopefully for food. 12.) Two of the geese were cornered by a rival gang of their own and were chased into the swan pond. Cue slow-motion. 13.) The swans detected an enemy presence in their territory and by god, SOMEBODY was going to PAY. 14.) The staff were having no luck in breaking up the fight and on the verge of giving up and just building another zoo elsewhere when the hellbirds stormed the battlefield, trumpeting battle-cries, to dispense feathered justice. The staff promptly dropped their brooms and fled. 15.) Birds scattered in all directions. Up, down, sideways. Some people not present in the park circle swear a couple of geese flat out teleported into the petting zoo. A few ducks vanished in the chaos, presumably eaten by the swans. 16.) Two of the zookeepers barricaded themselves in the snack bar and refused to come out. 17.) The uprising was squashed in less than two minutes. Number of casualties was unknown, feathers were flying everywhere and there was enough goose shit to build another bird. One staff member had been knocked to the ground and was left with a melon sized bruise courtesy of one of the hellbirds. Several children were traumatized, probably for life. The zoo eventually removed the vending machine by the flamingos.
The geese went back to being giant douchebags. Because geese*.
Addendum: Somehow, my aunt D got hold of this story and posted a link along with the comment: “This sounds exactly like our zoo!” Zookeeping cousin replied: “This was exactly our zoo.”
*I’m really not kidding. This is a photo, taken at our zoo, of a gorilla being chased by one of the thug geese.
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I swear to god that goodbye’s are impossibly hard. I can’t believe it’s over, your show in Sweden was mindblowing but that didn’t help when you walked off the stage.
I know I’ll never meet you Sean and you’ll most likely wont see this either but just know that you’re my biggest inspiration in life. Without you I wouldnt be the person I am today, you and Signe inspires me to become the best version of me so thank you so so much *viral hugs*
I should be asleep but I can’t so hear me out: nursey’s dad was his mom’s good friend from like college when samuel was an army veteran getting his bachelors at like 30. (he lost his wife really young, found himself a single dad to his daughter & two sons, and wanted a career that would keep him closer to home.) nursey’s mom and dad bonded over hand-to-hand combat techniques and having immigrant parents (his are Ethiopian, hers are Turkish and Bengali). he didn’t have a lot of money, so she’d come up with reasons to “borrow” his kids whenever she knew he needed a babysitter. she credits him to this day for her switch from pediatrics to dentistry– “I love these specific kids, but god help me if i get sneezed on by a toddler I don’t even know.” his kids grew up calling her auntie jo/joeita, he made it through PA school and she got through dentistry, they stay close. so when nurseys mom decides roughly ten years after they meet (she’s five years out of dental school) that she doesn’t want to wait any longer to have a kid, the first person she thinks of when she thinks “good dad whom I trust” her friend samuel. not to mention she knows the kids he already has and thinks they’re great. he happily agrees to be her sperm donor, they have a lot of talks about how and to what extent they’ll be coparenting, five months later nursey’s mom is walking around with a cute baby bump when she runs into the literal woman of her dreams in the Starbucks inside a Barnes & noble. (paloma, for what it’s worth, is just minding her own business when an eleven-year-old boy trips over her shoes, looks her in the face, and then stage whispers “hey auntie jo have you seen how pretty this lady is????” to the stunning woman looking apologetic at the end of the aisle.) ANYWAY, they take their time for obvious reasons but when nursey’s around six months old his dad insists on taking him for the night so that his best friend can FINALLY go on a real date with “Professor Model, I swear joeita if you don’t date this woman it will be a personal affront to me, my children, your ancestors, just go to dinner oh my god”
lil derek is the flower boy at his mom and mama’s wedding when he’s four. his dad officiates, and nursey gets so excited to run down the aisle toward him that he forgets about the petals almost entirely. he grows up with the coolest way-older siblings (cardiologist, psychologist, political policy analyst/future senator) who help him with his homework and show him off to their friends and just get the BIGGEST kick out of nursey, he’s like their mascot, PLUS an awesome dad who teaches him to cook and how to do a real push-up, PLUS the best moms a kid could ask for. every Father’s Day he spends two hours making an elaborate breakfast for his dad before they watch Scrubs in bed while they eat it and he thinks to himself he is just spoiled with love.
It’s not like he was obsessed, no that wasn’t it, he just…appreciated… Betty Cooper a bit more than was probably considered normal. To be fair, it was nearly impossible not to think of her, not when she was everywhere, sitting in front of him in his classes, giggling from the center table in the cafeteria and bouncing through the halls in her tiny blue and gold cheerleading skirt.
Betty Cooper was haunting him and Jughead Jones wasn’t the slightest bit angry about it.
Ever since that day in the journalism office, The Beautiful blondes flushed pink cheeks and quick wit, her ability to take down even the scariest of gang leaders while still remaining soft and warm, fiery but still just the right amount of collected. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, what she was doing, if she was smiling, it wasn’t normal and he was pretty well aware of the fact that it was affecting him in ways it shouldn’t.
“Earth To Jughead? Did you even hear what I just said?” Sweetpeas voice called from his right, the floppy haired Serpent staring at him with expectant eyes as the rest of the cafeteria table waited for an answer.
“No. I tend to block you out.” He answered, his voice monotone and bored.
Sweet pea landed a punch to his shoulder, rolling his eyes and repeating
“I said, the Ghoulies are joining the football team, they’re trying to get the Northside in their favor, more people against us, against the Serpents. What are we gonna do about it?”
Jughead sighed, they relied on him, his brain, his experience. He was the Serpent prince and they were his subjects, it had been like this since they were young. Fp had made it know that Jughead would be taking over and the training that went into that was worthy of all of the young Serpents respect.
“We beat them at their own game.” The beanie wearing boy replied simply, grabbing a burger from someone’s plate and biting into it lazily.
“You mean… Join the Football team, make friends with the …. townies?” Fangs scrunched his nose, the thought disgusting all of the leather wearing group surrounding him.
“No offense, but I don’t think you’d look too great in a jersey.” Toni Topaz added from her place across from Jughead, eyebrows wiggling flirtatiously.
“We have no other options, not just the football team, we take over all of the clubs and sports. we gain their trust, show them that we’re here, we’re on their turf and if we want to take down the ghoulies we need them on our side, besides you really want to sit back and watch them get all the credit? Watch everyone cheer them on while we lurk in the bleachers, I’m sick of coming in second place to that gang of assholes.” Jughead growled, his mind wandering to a certain blonde cheerleader jumping up and down for Malachi, cheering him on, being proud of him… it was enough to make him nauseous.
“I’ve never touched a football in my life.” Sweetpea argued.
“You’ve got a shit load of pent up aggression, I think you’ll be fine.” Toni rolled her eyes patting the boys arm playfully.
“So we take over? We just…. beat them at their own game?” Fangs interrupted, a smile crossing his features as his eyes fell to the door where the ghoulies were currently entering the Cafeteria.
Jughead stood up, arms crossing and stretching the heavy leather of his jacket, the rest of the Followed his lead, matching grins on their faces as they stared down their ridiculously dressed rival gang.
Suddenly the Ghoulies moved clearing the way for another group of students behind them. The ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes caught hers.
It was almost slow motion, a group of rowdy football players came through the doors first, the Letterman Jackets they wore seemed to make them look larger than life, each boy grinning with his arm wrapped around a pretty cheerleader in a tiny uniform. Betty Cooper followed closely behind almost as an after thought, her arm joined with Veronica lodge and a sharply dressed boy talking away at their side. Betty’s eyes found Jugheads and she smiled, the kind of smile that seemed to be reserved for the dark haired boy, something secret behind her eyes, their secret.
Jughead grinned titling his head and motioning his boys to follow until he was face to face with Reggie Mantle and Archie Andrews, the two boys in question staring Curiously at the road block in their way.
“Something we can do for you Jones?” Reggie questioned, his muscles arms crossed over his chest and a cocky smile spread over his lips.
Sweet pea stepped forward standing beside his leader. “We want in.” He stated simply.
Archie raised a brow
“In what?” He questioned.
“Your football team, we want in.” Jughead responded, matter of fact.
Reggie chuckled as the group of football players behind him fell silent
“You want in? You want to be on the football team? Do you even know the first thing about football?” He grinned
Jughead noticed the way Betty had crept forward, a look of concern in her eyes as she watched the exchange.
“We’re strong and we know how to be on a team, gang life pretty much taught us more loyalty than you could imagine, we’re fast learners and we figured this might be a good way to settle in, who knows how long we’re going to be here, might as well make the best of it.” Jughead offered, sticking his hand out in solidarity his eyes locked on Reggies.
The Asian boy stared down at Jugheads extended palm before he looked up analyzing the group of large Boys in gang jackets staring at him.
“You’re not shitting with me are you? Cuz I swear to god if we let you on the team and you..”
Jughead caught him
“This is your school, your field, we’re just playing on it, you can count on us.”
After a moments hesitation Reggie grasped hands and nodded
“Well alright Snakes, after school today, riverdale field, show is what you got?”
With that he was gone, the rest of the team following, Archie stayed behind for a moment, slapping a hand to Jugheads shoulder
“Excited to have you on the team brother” he grinned, jogging to catch up.
The Serpents all exchanged looks before heading back to the table, just as Jughead was about to follow, a familiar voice spoke
“Trading your leather jacket in for a letterman jacket.” Betty giggled, shifting the pile of books in her hands as she stared up at him, humor in her eyes.
Jughead smiled, grabbing the books from her arms and walking her to her table
“Nah, I heard chicks dig the leather.” He smirked.
Betty grinned back
“Well their is something about a boy in black.” She winked, walking backwards as she went to join her friends
“I’ll see you at try outs! I’ll be cheering you on Jughead Jones.”
Jughead watched as the redheaded boy sling an arm over her shoulder tugging on her blonde ponytail before dropping a kiss to the raven haired girls lips.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he dropped down at his own lunch table, Toni looked curiously at him.
Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff
Word Count - 3407
Warnings - Language
Forelsket - (Norwegian) That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone
A/N - I’m so excited about this soulmate AU that I basically have been writing it non-stop so far. The feedback from you guys is what keeps me going, tbh. Your boyfriend Bucky or your soulmate Steve, who do you go for?
You knew that bringing Steve back to your apartment probably wasn’t the best idea but you didn’t know what else to do. Being seen out in the open on campus wasn’t something that you could risk, which you should’ve considered before you kissed him.
Warnings: angst, colorful name calling and swears, a lot of sassiness, Y/N being a complete no BS kind of person, bullying, blood, kissing, just a lot of good ole fluff
Summary: Liam is being ganged up on by all the students at school, because of the recent rumors of him being a werewolf. Nolan and other lacrosse players are starting to get to him, so Y/N stands up for her boyfriend. Later, she’s forced to watch him get beaten up by them, trying her best to help him not turn.
A/N: This idea for an imagine came to mind while watching the recent episodes. It literally broke my heart seeing Liam like that and ugh, I immediately started writing this. If there r any errors and such, sorry, I’m just so excited that I had to post this immediately.
I see the boys’ locker room door thrust open suddenly, out of the corner of my vision, as I close my locker.
My eyes wander towards it to see Liam emerge from behind the door, storming out with a grimace across his lips. His eyes flit from yellow then back to blue, the hue easily becoming my favorite color the first time we met. His crystal-clear, blue eyes catch mine, his anger wavering momentarily at the sight of me.
“What’s wrong?” I say out loud. If I had been talking to anyone else, standing at the distance he was away from me, they wouldn’t be able to hear me, but I knew that he could.
His tongue darts out over his pink lips, before he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, tightening the strap of his backpack and rushing away from me.
My brows furrow and I tuck the notebook I was holding in my arms into my backpack, spinning the dial on my lock a few times, then locking it.
“Liam,” I yell down the hall, ignoring the stares from all the students. Recently, Liam had gotten himself into a tough spot. He’d shifted in front of people and the news was spreading like wildfire through town. Scott texted me this morning, saying that he even tried staying home today. I had to beg him over the phone to even show up to class.
“Y/N,” I heard a familiar voice call, “Where’s he going?” Mason asks, Corey close behind.
“I have no idea,” I respond truthfully. I sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face.
“Probably running from all the lacrosse players,” Corey says, watching Nolan and the other guys on the team walk out of the locker room, causing a lot of commotion as they start walking down the hall.
We hear a lot of chatter from them, talking about none other than Liam. “We’re going to prove to everyone that he’s a monster,” Nolan shouts and others cheer.
“What the fuck,” I mutter, my nose involuntarily scrunching up in disgust. I start picking up my pace, speeding up to fall in step with the team.
I can barely hear Mason and Corey shouting for me to stop, over the intense desire in me to put this asshole in his place.
My sneakers squeak, when I stop in front of the group of teenage boys. I refrain from lunging at Nolan, sucking in a deep breath, knowing that I could do him just as much pain with just words.
“You fucking prick,” I say, surprising myself with how calm the words come out.
Nolan looks shocked, before one of his teammates jump in for him. “Oh look-ey here, it’s the dumb girl who fell for Lia-”
“Shut the fuck up,” I cut him off. “At least Liam can actually speak to a girl without shitting himself.” The look on his face is enough for a shit-eating grin to appear on my lips.
“At least we’re not in a relationship with a literal monster,” Nolan remarks.
My jaw clenches as I purse my lips, cracking my knuckles and deciding whether I should go for his face or his stomach. But, before I can make my decision, two pairs of arms pull me back.
“Hey now, Y/N, I think we’re going to be late to English, right Corey?” Mason says, widening his eyes at me and mouthing that we needed to go now.
“Yeah, Y/N, we should go-”
“Okay,” I grit between my teeth, “I get the point.” I let them tug me away from the crowded hallway, the curious eyes following us.
“Show’s over,” I scream, completely done with the whole situation. I just wanted to find Liam at this point. Everyone goes back to minding their own business, except for a few uneasy glances.
“What even happened that night?” I ask once we get to a secluded classroom, hopping onto a desk to sit on. I drop my bag to the floor, gathering my hair at the top of my head and tying an elastic around it.
Corey and Mason look at each other, then turn back to me, shrugging their shoulders. I narrow my eyes at them. “Really?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “Out of all people, I thought you guys would actually tell me the truth.”
I bend down, picking up my bag and slinging the strap over my shoulder. I huff out a breath, opening the door to leave, when I see my favorite color. Liam looks around frantically, his eyes wide when they meet mine. I look down to his mouth and I swear he mouths, “Thank god.”
He starts jogging towards me and I back up, back into the classroom to give him room to get in. He peers out the door, before closing it.
“They’re all after me,” he says breathlessly.
“Who’s ‘all’ ?” Mason asks, worry for his best friend showing through the expression plastered on his face.
“The lacrosse team. Who else?” Corey says as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
I look to Liam for his agreement, but he just nods his head up and down very quickly.
“How do you know?” I query. I knew the team had it out for him since the incident, but I just assumed it was all talk. I was starting to get scared that they weren’t.
“They’re trying to get me to turn,” Liam states, his eyes locking with mine. “And, I’m not sure if I can stop myself.” His voice is shakey, the uncertainty in it making me more worried now than before.
“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask. I mean, there had to be a chance he misheard them, right?
“Yeah, I’m pretty positive. Plus, they’re blocking all the exits to school, so I can’t just leave.”
“Fuck,” Mason mutters.
“Yeah, fuck, it is,” Liam whispers. We all sit in silence for a few minutes, each one of us trying to rack our brains for a way out of this conundrum.
Finally, Mason, the genius that he is, speaks up. “What if we sneak you out with Corey’s powers.”
“Yeah, that might work,” Corey responds, his eyes lighting up. “You and Y/N can walk ahead of us, and we’ll follow behind. It’ll be perfect.”
Liam nods in approval, clapping Mason on the shoulder. “I love you, man.” He stops himself, looking up to Corey. “Not like that, though, I’ve got-”
“Yeah, we know what you meant,” Corey and I say simultaneously. Liam smiles, then stops suddenly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the corner of the room.
“What’s up?” I question, confusion surely spread across my face.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks.
“For earlier,” he adds, trying to jog my memory. “For ignoring you.”
“Ohhh,” I reply. “Yeah, I’m still pretty upset that you just straight up heard me, but still kept walking.” I look away, tugging at the hem of my- wait no it was Liam’s- flannel.
I feel his fingers under my chin as he pulls it gently back towards him. “I’m sorry, it’s just- that, ugh…”
“What?” I ask, wanting to know what was bothering him. “What happened in the locker room that made you so mad?”
I notice him shift on his heel, and I know I asked the exact, right question. “What happened in the locker room, Liam?”
“They called a meeting without me,” he replies. “They all voted me out of the position of captain. Nolan took my place.”
“What?” I ask, not sure if I heard him right. “That’s insane.”
“Yeah, well, it’s whatever,” he mutters. I search his eyes and my heart breaks at how much he’s trying to act like this doesn’t affect him, when I know that he’s actually hurting.
I remember the second that he got captain and how he was screaming into the phone to me about it. An hour after the call, seeing him was a whole other story. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes so wide with excitement.
“No, no, it’s not whatever,” I rebut. “You were excited to be captain and-” my lips pull into a tight line, “those motherfuckers took that away.” My fist clenches, reminding me of my earlier lost chance of getting to punch Nolan.
“Baby, calm down,” Liam whispers, his hand wrapping around mine, making my grip loosen. “Let’s just get out of here and then we can deal with it later.”
I nod, but only for the sake of his wishes. If I had it my way, my fists would already be bruised.
Liam pulls me back over to Corey and Mason. “Okay, so we’ll make the path and you guys stay close behind,” Mason tells us before opening the classroom door. I follow him, taking a quick peek behind me to see Corey and Liam already invisible.
“You got this, babe,” I whisper to where I hope Liam is, then start walking at the same speed as Mason towards the nearest exit.
“Damn, he wasn’t kidding,” I whisper to him once we see all of the players, guarding the doors religiously.
“How the hell are we going to get out?” I ask.
“Thanks for the words of reassurance and hopefulness,” Mason says sarcastically.
“Oh, there’s Mrs. Dunbar,” some random jock calls at me. I give him a fake smile, pivoting on my heel to turn around. “Wait, where are you going?” He asks while walking closer towards us, the smell of axe spray coming from him heavily. I cough, giving Mason a look that he tries not to laugh at.
“A little heavy with that bottle of douchbagness? Huh?” I tease.
“Maybe if you’d stop being Dunbar’s bitch, then you’d get to smell it more often.”
I suck in my bottom lip, biting down on it hard enough for a metallic taste to fill my mouth. I was trying so hard not to flip right now, and I couldn’t even imagine what Corey was going through, trying to keep Liam calm.
“Just walk away,” Mason whispers and I look at him, nodding. We turn back around, being cautious and avoiding where Liam and Corey would be.
I almost run into a figure, stopping dead in my tracks. “Nolan.”
Before I could utter a word, he throws some kind of powder behind us, my eyes widening when Corey and Liam’s cover is blown.
A bunch of guys grab onto Liam’s shirt, dragging him into the nearby classroom, arguing over who got to beat him up. Mason, Corey, and I all chase after them, a horde of students piling behind us to watch what was about to unravel.
One punch, and I screamed. One kick, and I screamed again. Some lacrosse players held Mason, Corey and I back so that we couldn’t get to him. I fought for what felt like hours, before I realized how pointless it was.
I knew that Liam would heal, but I still couldn’t take the grunts of pain coming from his mouth or the way he curled up into a defenseless ball. A part of me wanted him to fight back so hard, but the wiser side of me knew that it was smarter for him just to wait it out; to prove to everyone that he wasn’t a werewolf.
“Just turn,” Nolan shouts, throwing him against the wall, Liam’s body just slumping down to the floor.
A teacher walks in and Mason yells for her to do something, but she doesn’t. She says something, then walks away, but I’m too busy watching the crimson liquid drip down Liam’s quivering bottom lip to listen.
Liam shuts his eyes harshly, his whole facing contorting to keep himself calm. I regain some of my composure, taking in a deep breath. “Liam,” I whisper so that only he can hear me. His whole body steadies at my voice, his chest rising at a slower rate to listen to me. “Just focus on my words. And your mantra. The sun, the moon, the truth… right?”
He nods, his lips curving into a small smile as another blow hits him in the stomach. He starts to say his mantra quietly, opening his eyes to reveal blue. “There you go,” I whisper.
After one more punch, Coach comes running in, yelling for the boys hurting Liam to go to the principal’s office and everyone else to leave. Corey and Mason stay out, shocked, but my feet immediately bring me straight to Liam.
I fall on my weak knees, grabbing his face in my hands and thanking Coach, something I thought I’d never do in all my years here. Liam’s eyes look up at me, wiping away the single tear falling down my cheek. “I’m okay,” he assures. I nod, more tears brimming my eyes and balancing on my eyelashes.
“Promise me, you’ll never do that to me again.”
“I promise,” he whispers. I lean down to him, kissing him, the feeling of his lips curving into a smile under my own, making me smile as well.
Steve Harrington imagines where you're Dustin's older sister and as much as Dustin loves Steve, Dustin gets all protective and it's so cute
IM SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT ITS SO PRECIOUS
it starts off innocently enough of course, because steve is always around so of course you’re seeing him all the time.
and at first you guys spending time together is just out of courtesy, because you guys never really hung out much in school
but sometimes dusty is just taking forever to get ready to go to the arcade or something, and mom isn’t home, and somehow you aren’t even mad that dustin is taking forever because you’re laughing and talking to steve harrington in your living room like you’ve been friends since you were five
after that, you’d start hanging out with each other after dustin’s been dropped off
sometimes it’s a quick movie before he has to be picked up again
other times you’re getting food and taking a walk
and then there’s one time where you’re at the public park laying in the grass looking at the stars and steve kisses you
of course, after that, things are different
in a good way though - you see more of steve, not just when he’s with dustin.
he’s always at your locker at school now, walking with you to class and carrying your books
he saves you a seat at lunch, just the two of you
he’s always making this small little gestures just to show that, yes, you’re friends first, but now you’re just a little more
and when dustin finally catches on, yeah, he’s absolutely supportive. especially when he realizes that steve makes you happier than he’s ever seen you
but that doesn’t stop dusty from having the Dad Talks with steve
he actually tells you to be home by curfew
he’s absolutely threatened steve:
“i swear to god steve if you ever hurt my sister i will climb up there and punch you in the face”
at the end of the day, you’ve got the two best guys you could have ever asked for :)
Neil wasn’t particularly keen on doing talk shows, even though he wasn’t in hiding anymore, and even though Riko was no longer in the picture to make unexpected appearances and ruin everything. There are just some things that one never quite grows accustomed to, and putting on a friendly facade for the media is one of the things Neil knows he will never, ever get the hang of.
The whole lineup of the Foxes had been invited to TV shows all over the country to be interviewed after their historic defeat of the Ravens, and while Wymack got them out of most of them, there were some offers that he couldn’t back out of. Which is why on one particular Wednesday, the Foxes piled onto the bus to head to an afternoon interview with one of the most popular afternoon talk-show hosts in the Exy world.
“Now listen up you rascals,” Wymack hollered from the front of the bus once they had started moving, “don’t you even think about fucking around on this interview. If we want to boost our public image and show that we’re honorable athletes and competitors, be on your best behavior. Dan, you do most of the talking if you can help it. Kevin and Matt, you two back her up. Neil, I swear to god, if you even look like you’re going to be snide I will have you off that stage in three seconds flat.”
Neil, seated in the very back with Andrew at his side, nodded. He thought he could manage to keep quiet for a 20-minute segment, especially if there were eight other people up there with him.
Guess who got her first fic idea or imagine or whatever you want to call it? THIS GAL!
‘I feel like Richie is always the kind of person that’s always joking, and when he has a crush on someone he has a huge frickin crush, but once his crush starts to reciprocate he becomes hostile’ - @heyitsmissmurder (paraphrased version)
This is my first ever reddie fic! I hope it’s okay and that I portray the characters well enough, but most of all I hope you enjoy!!
warnings - swearing (i think that’s all, let me know if anything upsets you!)
word count - 1.2 k
(@trashmoutheds THANK GOD IT SURVIVED)
Richie Tozier was in deep. He’d just celebrated his sixteenth birthday, and had come to the conclusion he was in love with his best friend. In hindsight, he probably should’ve resalised once Pennywise used the prospect of Eddie being hurt to scare him - but teenaged boys are nothing if not oblivious.
But, Richie, for once in his life, could not make up lies regarding this. He knew jealousy would show on his face whenever another boy (or girl) got too close to Eddie. He knew he’d not be able to hold back if Eddie was upset due to someone, and he knew he’d want to kiss every inch of the damned boy’s face if he smiled.
Richie Tozier did not know how to show his love for someone without making a single ‘YOUR MOM’ joke or using a stupid accent. And Eddie Kaspbrak deserved so much more.
The following Monday, The Losers (minus Mike, who still got homeschooled by his Grandfather) met at lunch, and Richie felt his heart plummet.
Eddie, beautiful Eddie, was wearing these shorts that left nothing to Richie’s teenage boy brain’s imagination. How was it possible to fall in love deeper by seeing someone’s legs?
‘Hey, Rich! Did you have a good birthday once we’d left?’ He asked, his voice like music to Richie’s ears.
Richie opened his mouth to respond, but looking at Eddie made his brain go to jelly, so he decided to shrug instead.
This made his internal monologue go mad - RICHIE! Why didn’t you say anything? Anything! Eddie’s not going to bother to talk to you now, oh my God. Why can’t you just accept that you love him and need to tell him?
He watched Eddie’s doe eyes and curved mouth droop simultaneously, and decided he’d never regretted anything as much as that shrug.
So, he did what Toziers did best. He ran.
‘What did I do wrong? Is he okay? Did something happen with his parents?’ Eddie spat out, watching Richie sprint off.
‘W-woah, Eddie. Y-you br-broke Rich,’ Bill stared at Eddie, gobsmacked.
This comment did not make Eddie feel any better, which Stan picked up on.
‘Don’t be so rude, Billy,’ he spoke as he smacked Bill’s arm, ‘Eddie, I think what you’ve just seen is Richie denying his feelings.’
Ben and Beverly, who were leaning on to one another, looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
‘I … What?’ Eddie questioned, feeling like he’d been winded, or needed his inhaler. Or both.
‘Y-you know. Like m-me and S-Stan,’ Bill smirked, ending his point with a kiss smacked onto Stan’s head.
Whilst this conversation was happening, Richie sat in the boy’s bathroom on the ground floor that no one went into.
How would he ever speak to Eddie properly again when every time he saw him his mind was flooded with images of kissing him? Being comforted by him after his parents treated him badly?
Richie Tozier sighed in defeat, picked up his bag and decided to go on a smoking break for the rest of the afternoon. As he left the school grounds, he heard the smacking of loafers on the floor behind him.
‘Hey, Trashmouth! Wait up, I have cigs in my pocket that need a-smoking,’ Called the one and only beverly Marsh, Richie’s best friend (apart from Eddie - get him out of your head, Tozier. He’ll never like you back)
‘Why, if it isn’t my dearest belle Bevvie!’ He projected back, using his ‘southern Belle voice’, but partway through he just couldn’t keep up the facade any longer, turning on his heel and smashing himself into Beverly’s arms.
‘Oh, Richie. Richie, honey. What’s wrong? Is it your parents?’ She asked in that soothing voice of her’s, like butter melting in a pan. Smooth and sweet and - Richie suddenly wishes he could have a normal crush, maybe one he hadn’t known for most of his time in school and hadn’t fought literal evil with.
He shook his head no to Beverly’s question, tears running hot and steady down the apples of his cheeks and making it extremely hard to see for the fog in his glasses.
Taking a deep breath, he decided it was now or never.
‘I’m in love with Eddie and I don’t want to be because - fuck yes I do, he’s so beautiful and small and I just want to protect him, I don’t know how to tell him or even show it because I’ve been raised like shit and my own parents can’t even show me love, I can show compassion to my friends but not without one of my stupid voices or a joke and I don’t know what to do, Bev!’
Beverly removed her arms from around Richie, keeping her hands on his shoulders and holding him at arm’s length away.
‘Oh honey. Is it Eddie? Is that all? Do you not notice the way that boy looks at you?’
Richie stood looking like he’d been smacked around the face. Eddie? Loving him back? Eddie? The same little hyprochondriac who listened to Richie’s countless jokes about his mom?
‘How does he look at me, Bevvie?’
‘Oh, Richie. Like you’ve put the stars in the sky just for him. Like you just serenaded him with a five-hour loop of Africa by Toto. Like you just told him you keep an aspirator on you at all times for him, just in case. Shit, Richie. He really has it in for you, y’know?’
Richie beamed, positively beamed. His cheeks were flushed, the tears in his eyes being those of happiness. Richie Tozier would tell Eddie Kaspbrak how he felt once and for all.
So, him and Beverly sat in their smoking tree, and devised a plan.
Richie bounced into lunch the following day, feeling the most confident he’d ever felt after psyching himself up throughout double calculus - because this was way more important.
He didn’t feel an ounce of bad luck awaiting him - he trusted Bev.
But as he approached the table, Eddie stood up and came over to him.
‘Rich. Can I speak to you, please?’
‘Errr… yeah, sure. Everything okay, Eds?’
Eddie ignored this, and didn’t even comment on the nickname. Richie gulped, feeling sick - what if Eddie didn’t like him and was going to let him down gently?
‘Richie, I think I know why you left yesterday,’ upon seeing Richie open his mouth, he made a gesture for him to wait, ‘And I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I came on a different way, or seemed too eager. I get that I could really ruin our friendship with this, but … do you want to like, date, or something?’
Richie laughed. A bad choice, really, following someone’s love confession. But this time he stood around to follow it up.
‘Really, Kaspbrak? I spent all afternoon yesterday smoking with Bev and making up a cool way to tell you that I like you more than a friend - and you one up me in the simplest way? I’m not having that.’
Eddie looked perplexed. Was Richie accepting? Or not?
He watched as Richie leaned down into his bag, and pulled out a small digital radio. The beginning riff of Africa by Toto filled the cafeteria, and he smiled cockily at Eddie.
‘Eddie Spaghetti. Will you do me the honours of being more than friends with your local trashmouth?’
Eddie looked down at the boy kneeling on the floor, and grabbed him up by the neck of his shirt, smashing his mouth onto his.
‘You’re the only one who I’d share germs with, Tozier.’
Imagine the prophecy is fulfilled and Emma dies. Regina, grief stricken, buys a ouija board after seeing a movie about it and doing her own research.
“Emma Swan, I’m trying to contact Emma Swan. Are you here, Emma?”
Nothing happens for awhile and Regina sits in silence, holding her breath until slowly, the pendulum moves over the YES at the top of the board.
Regina releases a burst of air from her lungs. Skeptical though, Regina asks “How do I know it’s really you, Miss Swan?”
The cursor immediately flew to the NO on the board. Regina furrowed her eyebrows. “No? No what?”
The cursor moved again, down the alphabet. Regina read each letter out loud. “D O N T C A L L M E T H A T.”
“Don’t call me that.” Regina was confused for a moment until she realized she has just called Emma “Miss Swan”. She knew Emma hated it. She laughed lightly though tears pricked her eyes. The stupid idiot. “I’m sorry, Emma.”
She was here. Her Emma was truly here. Even though Henry had told her his other mother had never left, that she was always with them, Regina needed this confirmation. She needed this sense of closeness. She also needed to know why. Why Emma had beat her own fate, her own prophecy and then jumped in front of the sword that was destined for Regina. That idiot.
“You’re an idiot.” Regina said, choking back her own tears. Willing herself not to show this weakness. But she had mourned too long silently, keeping this all to herself. Emma was the one she shared everything with and now she was gone. Until now. Kind of.
The pendulum moved to the “YES” after Regina called her an idiot which forced the tears down Regina’s cheeks.
“Why did you do that, Emma? Why did you not let me die?”
The pendulum moved across the board.
“H E N” Regina cut it off, suddenly frustrated, her emotions getting the best of her. “Oh, don’t you dare say Henry Emma Swan or I swear to god.”
The pendulum stayed still and Regina tried to collect herself. Deep breaths. Finally, the curser began to move. “I H A D T O.”
“I had to.” Regina repeated. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Leave it to Emma to tip toe around giving her clear answers, even in death.
Regina sighed. She needed to know. She had heard the Pirate going off on a drunk rant at Granny’s a few weeks after Emma’s death, about how he knew all along that Emma would always choose Regina over him, that Emma would always love Regina more than she loved him. It hit Regina like a punch in the gut, been gnawing at her brain ever since. She had loved Emma Swan. Deeply. But the idea of the other woman ever returning those feelings felt so foreign to Regina she never felt the need to bring it into fruition. Until now.
With shaky breath Regina finally asked, “Was it because…. you loved me?”
The electricity in the room changed, the atmosphere feeling charged in only a way Emma Swan could make it feel around Regina. The pendulum stayed still but Regina knew Emma was still with her. Stubbornly still with her.
“I’ll ask you again, Em-Ma, did you sacrifice yourself for me because you love me?”
Slowly, the pendulum moved, the sound it made as it crossed the board was so loud in that moment it was almost deafening.
Y E S
“Yes.” There were the tears again, freely rubbing down Regina’s face as she openly sobbed now. Openly mourned the loss of the woman she loved and the ending to her story that once again ended in tragedy.
“Since when?” Regina sniffed.
A L W A Y S
Regina choked on a sob. “I am so sorry, Emma. So, so sorry. I love you, too. Please know that. I know…. I know I always called you an idiot but truly, the only idiot here is me. I’m so sorry, Emma. I love you too. I always have and– and probably always will. Will you ever forgive me?”
Without hesitation the curser moved to the YES.
Another sob escape just in time for the front door to slam and for Henry’s voice to echo through the house, “Mom!? You here?!”
“Our son and his timing.” Regina really wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Emma yet. There wasn’t enough time. There never was enough time.
Emma seemed to understand, the air around Regina felt calming, understanding, safe.
The curser began to move.
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y
Regina smiled for the first time in the long weeks since that night. “You remembered.”
“A L W A Y S” Emma spelt before moving the cursor over GOODBYE.
Freddy just wanted to find Mike. Instead, he finds Springtrap and a strange old cartoon…
Ta-da! Here it is, our crossover with Bendy and the Ink Machine! This was inspired by one of our VA’s. He’s got a pretty good Bendy voice, and, well, I had to take advantage of that. And what better way than to combine it with our very own p87lore, hm? This is heavily headcanon-based, since it was written before Chapter 2′s release, so please forgive anything that doesn’t seem to add up with what we know of the game as of now. It’s also set in the p87lore, so if you’re wondering why Freddy and Springtrap are able to interact together, maybe take a peek at our tag for it ;)
This could be a series if people show they like it enough. If you enjoyed this, please reblog it! If we can get, let’s say, 20 reblogs, we’ll continue.
It’s less than five minutes long, so what are you waiting for? ;) You can also listen on Soundcloud.
EXO most to least likely to have experience with girls/dates/etc
This is all my opinion, Beshy helped me too :) @chantenyongs I have my reasons to believe this, might be completely wrong tho.
Lay: Most of the people think he’s very innocent and such and maybe maybe he is but I do think he’s the one with the most experience. How he treats girls and even boys, how moves, everything he does… He knows how to interact with people and you only do that so easily thanks to experience.
Kris:I feel he had one or two girlfriends when he lived in Canada. Maybe he’s not the “playboy” type but doesn’t mean he hasn’t experienced some things. I think that even one relationship is enough to teach him so much because of how dedicate he is.
Tao: Rumor said he dated eight girls at once before debuting. I don’t know if that’s true (I don’t think so) but rumors always have some sort of true. Maybe he had a few girlfriends, maybe he lived a little more before dedicating his life to his career.
Chen: he had a girlfriend before and he’s seriously a gentleman. Also when you see him in person you can’t help to notice that he has that spark… he’s a flirt… he’s a god I swear. He knows how to win your heart and probably how to be a perfect boyfriend.
Kai: He’s a flirt too and cutie pie and seriously, seeing him is like the best thing that could happen to you, and he knows it. I think that more than being the kind of “flirting and making out boy” he’s more into the “I’m going to win your heart step by step”. Might prove he is a good boy and innocent but also shows you it’s not his first rodeo.
Xiumin: he’s the oldest yet I don’t think he had much time to worry about it. Maybe he had a few crushes or one or two girlfriends and yes he is the sweetest boy in the whole world but he is very dedicated to his career and also very concerned about his self-being. I think that his only obstacle is that he doesn’t think he deserves the world, if not he would be at the top of this list.
Luhan: leaving his weird songs and his solo life as an artist I think he is actually very shy around people. There are many rumors about him dating or even having a baby but I don’t think that’s how Lu really is. Kinda think it’s hard for him to find the right one, but when he does he gives his all.
Baekhyun: baek has had some girls, some experience maybe but I also think he’s a little bit immature in the subject. Probably has some experience yes, but nothing too serious. He’s a flirt and also has a lot of energy so I think not anyone could keep up his step and that makes it hard for him to find someone.
Suho: he’s the one with more years of training and he’s so dedicated to exo that I think he definitely has no time. Maybe he experience something before he broke up wit his girl because he was getting into this media) but that’s it. Not too much, something innocent.
Chanyeol: him and sehun have the reputation of being playboys yet I really doubt that. Chan was so nervous in his movie where he had to kiss a girl… he barely kissed her tbh. He had a gf before yet when a girl talks to him he forgets he’s the sexiest man alive. Probably he lived some stuff with his ex but up to this day maybe he hasn’t done much with girls.
Sehun: he’s a baby, a very handsome one but a baby. He lives his teen years in training and exo so probably he had no time to date. Maybe he does now but I doubt it. At least not too much. Not the way people make it seem. Not a playboy at all. He’s a ball of fur
Kyungsoo: Do’s damaged :(. He had a girlfriend in high school and apparently hurt him too much that now relationships are the last thing on his list. Baby is too precious and respectful and I think he’s the kind of boy that only has a few girls before finding the right one. Also being hurt influenced him in putting his career first. He has said it, he’s not ready to have a relationship yet. He wants to live first.
Atem (1:34 am): *very clingy cuddles* Aibo, I love you soooo much! *smooshes cheek against Yugi’s*
Yugi: *has difficulty breathing* I love you too but i really need to go to the bath room now, other me.
Atem: (2:48 am): JOU DID YOU JUST LAUGH AT US?! HOW FUCKING CRUEL ARE
YOU THAT YOU LAUGH AT SOMETHING SO PURE LIKE OUR LOVE HOW DARE YOU IMMA
BEAT YOU UP
Yugi: NO YOURE NOT! SIT DOWN, OTHER ME!
Atem (3:14 am): Oh my gosh, aibo, how can you be this beautiful, I will
never stop looking at you, I swear *awkward stare*
Yugi: Uhm….okay… O__o
Atem (3:56): OTOGI DID YOU JUST TRY TO FLIRT WITH MY AIBO DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK AROUND AND STEAL PEOPLE’S AIBOS IMMA SHOW YOU IMMA KICK YOUR ASS I- *falls flat on his face*
Yugi: Oh dear… *facepalm*
Atem: (4:27 am): *cries* Aibo, you’re so wonderful, you’re an angel and I
dont deserve you, how can you be so wonderful, oh god, I love you so
much Imma die! *gross sobbing* Please never break up with me, I know im
not worthy of an angel like you but please dont break up with me, Imma
do my best, I swear!*cries more*
Yugi: I wont break up with you, other me, dont worry *pats atems head*
Atem (5:20 am): *sleeping on the couch, head on yugis lap*
Okay so all credits for this prompt go to the lovely @short-tops-and-bass-drops and all of my favourite angels in the discord chat <3 I hope this is okay
Even loves taking photos of Isak. He loves looking at his beautiful smile, his delicate hands, the curve of his body in a million different angles. He loves the way the light reflects on his body, creating patterns on his skin just for Even to see.
He can’t stop and Isak who always whines “evi stop being creepy” secretly loves it. sometimes he pretends to not notice and tries to place his hands in a way that might look nice but Even knows he is posing and teases the crap out of him while kissing every inch of his body until it is covered by Evens lips and his laughter.
The photos are just for Even and Isak. They are theirs. evidence of the beauty and art their love can create. No one elses eyes will look upon the way Isak’s body glows in the light of the sun in the break of morning
well this doesn’t last long…
“I swear to god this was the best pizza in the world you have no idea!” Magnus exclaims waving his hands like it’s evidence of his words being true.
Even scoffed “yeah right”
Magnus gasped “you don’t think Gonzela’s has the best pizza”
Before Even can respond Isak interjects “Even makes the best pizza.”
“oh really?” Magnus says excitedly. Isak rolls his eyes. When will Mags not unintentionally flirt with his man?
Even grinned, proud to share his love of food “I can show you a photo Isak took last time I made him his favourite pizza”
Even pulled his phone out as Magnus eagerly looks over his shoulder while Even scrolls through his pictures. Even gives his phone over to Magnus who looks at the pizza with hearteyes. “damn this looks-” he stops midsentence the moment he swiped to see the next photo.
Isak looks at him confused but not for long as Mags shouts for the whole schoolyard to hear “HOLY SHIT IS THAT ISAK NAKED?”
“Are you fucking serious?”
Mahdi and Jonas both shout as they stop their discussion on the walking dead to look over at the phone Magnus was laughing at.
They both doubled over laughing right before Even snatched the phone out of Magnus’s hands with a big fucking proud grin on his face “well that’s enough boys”
Isak could feel himself dying. in a hole. right there. in front of everyone.
Jonas blinked a couple times in shock before announcing “I can never unsee that”
Mahdi nodded “But I have to say it was a really nice photo. Do you take photography?” He asked Even who nodded happily. “I took media actually”
“ah nice how do you feel about long exposure? i’ve been trying this new thing where-”
Isak could not believe what was happening his bros just saw a photo of him….like that and one of them is talking to his boyfriend about photography tips while the other two were…trying to mimic Isak’s pose.
He whacked Jonas’s out stretched hand “knock it off.”
Jonas laughed which caused Even to look up from his intense discussion.
“Don’t be embarrassed Isak you look fucking beautiful.” Even reassured him, causing Isak to blush.
“I agree” Magnus said, making Isak choke on his own breath
Magnus nodded serious, “Hey Even do you think you could take some photos like that of me? I’m thinking it would be a great gift for Vilde”
Even laughed joyously at the exact same time Isak yelled an extremely intense “NEI STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND”
Jimin quickly flung himself out
of bed and stumbled to get his trousers on, that were still crumpled at the
foot of the bed where you left them last night. You pulled the covers over you
and harshly whispered at Jimin.
“It is. It is… it is Tae,
what the hell am I supposed to do!? Stroll out there and talk to him!? GOD NO!”