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[anonymocha]

miscellaneous silliness

[the-kr8tor]

👀🤣 may I request a Christmas fic where one/both the twins see R kissing Santa Claus (but it’s actually Hobie dressed as him) and they start an all out war against Santa? Can’t stop laughing my ass off from this idea

- 😅 (@hyperfix-wip )

Hehehe thank you for the cutest prompt!! I've always wanted to write this trope 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, twin AU, cw food mentions, fluff!

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Billie wakes up with a start, heart pounding in her ears from the sudden wake up call. “What—?!” Her mouth is covered by a familiar hand, silencing her yell. “Mmhm?!” Eyes wide, she hones in on her twin’s face in the dark of their shared room. Save for the light flooding inside from the cracked open door, and their Spider-Man night light, it's pitch black.

“It's me!” Ramona whisper yells, front tooth still missing after she lost it in the playground. “Someone's downstairs. I think it's him!” Her eyes shine with excitement, curls bobbing up and down as she tries to contain her giddiness.

Billie yanks her sister's hand away, frowning at her from the sudden intrusion. “I was having a good dream, Mon.” Her look reminds Mona of her dad's exact expression when he has to mow the lawn again.

Mona ignores her sister's annoyance, “didn't you hear what I said? Santa's ‘ere! At our house!” She whisper yells again, this time loud enough for whoever's downstairs to pause their movements. Her eyes widened, hands covering her mouth to tamp down her excitement. “We should stay quiet—”

“Santa's ‘ere!” Billie is quieted once again by Mona's hands.

After waiting for a minute, the girls slowly and silently go outside of their room, matching holiday socks softly walking across the polished floorboards. Their pajamas are also on theme, with Mona opting for a pink sugar plum fairy matching set, and Billie wearing the classic Santa Clause set. Both that you've lovingly made for them. They're clearly excited, especially when it comes to the big bearded man in red. Billie more especially, after you and Hobie brought them to a local mall to see Santa and for them to give them their wishlist, she's been raving about wanting to stay up to catch him in the act. But after watching home alone and having a belly full of warm milk, she went out like a light. Mona on the other hand wants to see him eat the cookies you two prepared for Santa. It's her favourite, chocolate chips with marshmallows. She's hoping that the big man would like it, especially that she gave him the batch from her personal stash.

As they walk out of the hallway and into the floors of the second floor landing, they start to crawl once they see shadows dance along the walls of the living room. The tree that the four of you lovingly put up and decorated are twinkling with the holiday lights, reds, greens and yellows blinking in and out of the room.

“Do you think they'll like it?” They hear your familiar voice, whispering downstairs.

The girls make it to the stairs that overlook the living room, they make themselves smaller by lying prone on the cold floor, tiny hands grasping at the bannisters. Their eyes widen at the sight of who you are talking to.

Right next to you is the man of the hour himself, dressed in red with a giant sack of presents right next to him. He's taller than they've expected, and slimmer. Maybe Santa's cutting back on the cookies.

Billie grabs Mona's shoulder, shaking her excitedly. They wordlessly communicate through looks, based on their happy expressions, they feel like the luckiest kids in the world. They continue to watch Santa work his magic as he places wrapped presents underneath the tree with their names written on them.

“I know they'll love ‘em. ‘sides, Mona's been askin’ for it since July.” Santa replies to you, brown eyes shining in the string lights. His eyes seem to smile at you sitting in the corner of the room, hand occupied with a warm cup of eggnog. The bottom half of Santa's face is obscured by his big white beard, but he's clearly smiling softly at you. “And Bee always wanted that moon lamp ever since she saw Gwen's.”

Beaming at jolly Nick, you leave your cup on the coffee table to walk over to him. “I know, but what if they suddenly don't want those anymore.”

Santa stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you closer as he abandons the sack of presents on the floor. “Love,” love? The girls look at eachother with furrowed brows. Only their dad calls you that, and maybe occasionally that one shop owner downtown that you always buy fabrics from. “Y’know the girls would still be happy even if we gave them a potato each.”

You come to his side without saying anything about the close proximity to the actual Santa. The girls narrow their eyes at Santa's glove hand splayed across the small of your back, thumb rubbing gently across your soft pajama shirt. Only their dad gets to hold you like that.

Chuckling, you move to half hug him, arm wrapped around his back while you place your chin atop the soft red jacket. “Why a potato?”

“Because they go wild for chips.” He looks at you through gentle eyes, nudging his forehead on top of your own, the faux fur of his hat is soft against your skin.

“That's true, maybe we should've gotten them a whole sack of potatoes instead.” Your grin has the girls worried, especially when you move closer to him that the girls would know that it would have their dad burst into tears if they ever saw the scene in front of him.

“That's why ‘m santa, lovie.”

“Mm-hmm,” now you fully embrace him. The girls share a heavy look. “Why are you in full get up again? They won't be able to see you in this, not while they're snoring away all the cookies they had.”

“I know,” he shrugs, “what if they wake up, it'll be a nice memory for ‘em.” His arm squeezes you, hand dangerously close to your behind. The twins are both pissed, standing up from their place atop the stairs. “Or, ‘m all dressed up for you, love.” Santa winks at you, and you giggle in his arms. “Give big red a kiss, yeah?” As he leans in, the twins run downstairs swiftly, yelling and screaming at him to let their mum go.

“What— girls!” You move away, arms trying to block their attacks from hitting Santa.

“Not our mum!” Billie makes it to him first, clinging herself on his leg, trying to bite him through his red pants.

“We trusted you, Santa!” Mona leaps to punch at his stomach, earning a pained groan from the bearded man.

“Mona, no!” You grab her by the armpits as she continues to flail around, trying to get another hit. Good thing you’ve gotten to her before she aimed at his crotch. “Baby, no, that's—!” You contemplate telling them the truth, but Hobie's subtle head shake has you clamping down and embracing Mona.

“Ow, fuc–fudge!” Hobie hops around the room, trying to wiggle free of Billie, who's still clutching at his leg. “Billie, stop!” The one time that his spidey senses failed him.

“I don't care if ‘m on the naughty list! You tried to kiss our mum!” She chomps down on his leg, and he yelps when her baby teeth sink into the fabric and into his leg.

Hobie has no choice but to grab Billie the same way you did with Mona. He holds her in front of him, an arm's length away, still trying to take a chunk out of him. He feels like he ruined the magic of Santa for them. Not to mention the song.

“Stop–!” Hobie holds out his hand to her to tell her that he means no harm, but she tries to bite at his finger. “Billie—!”

“Daddy!” Ramona screams out, voice echoing and rumbling the house. “Daddy, there's an– an impruder!”

You would've chuckled at her fumbled pronunciation of intruder and told her the right way to say it, but when she's on the verge of tears; the both of them are, you have to think of a solution.

“Daddy!” Billie joins in, now fully sobbing. “H–He kissed mummy!”

“I haven't! Not yet!” Hobie tries to defend himself, or Santa for that matter. But it makes the whole thing so much worse when Billie wiggles herself out of his grasp to run towards yours and Hobie's bedroom while crying for him. “Shi—!”

You meet with his eyes while embracing a crying Mona. Mouthing a ‘Go!’ He immediately knows what you're up to. Your synergy levels with him are off the charts.

He leaves through the window, snow crunching underneath him and almost freezing him in the spot. He slowly rips off the Santa outfit one by one whilst he makes his way towards the back of the house. Shedding the beard and tossing it haphazardly in the backyard, he crawls on the wall, finally making it to the bedroom window just as when Billie opens the door with a loud creak.

Feigning naiveté, he acts shocked at her weeping as he opens his arms to her. “What happened?” She sobs on his sleep shirt, drenching it with tears. As Hobie pats her back, he realises that he's still wearing the gloves which he promptly throws away and under the bed before she could see it. “C’mon, mac, tell dad.” He cups her wet cheeks, trying to calm his little girl down.

“I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus!”

Hearing Mona's cry in the doorway with you carrying her, he knows that you two have a long night ahead of you.

—

“Are you sure you want to change pajamas, Billie? You said it's your favourite. The red suits you—” You try to placate her with a plate of chocolate pancakes.

“Yes.” She says so surely with her arms crossed over her chest, still fuming. “I hate Santa.”

Hobie's sitting right next to Mona, hand rubbing along her back whilst she stares angrily at the empty plate of cookies she left for Santa sitting on the counter. “Me too.” She huffs, stabbing her pancakes with a fork.

You share a look with Hobie, hoping that he has any idea how to calm them down. Hugging Billie seems to tamp down her anger, but she still looks at you with furrowed brows after you've apologized profusely.

“Why did you kiss, Santa?” She asked a few hours ago, stomping her little foot down on your bedroom floor, while her sister followed her lead.

“I didn't!” You stared at Hobie right next to you on the bed, looking like he's about to burst into laughter but is keeping it in. “And I wasn't gonna!”

After that whole ordeal, they seem to simmer down to a silent anger that still reverberates through the house. Maybe opening the presents earlier would make them forget it and make them smile.

“We should make signs, Bee! Like what dad makes so Santa knows not to come back ‘ere!” Mona lights up, you finally got a smile out of her.

“That's brilliant!” Hobie plays along, and Billie agrees with rapid nodding that you had to stop with your hand on her forehead before she breaks something. “I'll get my supplies, you two go finish your pancakes, yeah?” Just as he says it, they scarf down the pancakes, prompting Hobie to grab your hand and speed walk away from the kitchen.

Once the two of you are out of earshot and their sights, he corners you against a wall, hands cradling your cheeks, and sighing as he relaxes atop you.

You laugh against his hair, pressing lazy kisses on his hairline. “Don't forget to grab the outfit outside, Hobie. I made that to tailor you and you only.”

He lifts his head up from your chest, cheeks puffed out from sleepiness. Blowing out air, you giggle at him as he flutters your lashes. “I know, love.” His eyes roam all over your face, looking at every curve and dip until he stops at your lips. “I still haven't gotten my answer.”

“Or what? You'll put me on the naughty list?”

Hobie leans closer, lips brushing along your waiting lips. “Lovie, you're on my list every year.”

“I hope I'm the only one on it.” You say, wordlessly inviting him for a kiss by pecking his jaw softly.

“You and you only.” With a chuckle atop your lips, he kisses you under the mistletoe he subtly put up with the sole purpose of kissing you underneath it.

[ckret2]

✨⚠️ Wasting Away Again in the Goldilocks Zone ⚠️✨

If you're new here, this is one of those "human Bill in the Mystery Shack" redemption fics, you know the drill: Bill illegally escapes death via reincarnation; the Shack crew imprisons him til they can figure out how to kill him; but they won't, because Bill's gonna make friends with them and literally everybody else in town. Whether they like it or not.

Featuring!! The slowest redemption arc you've ever read; "human" Bill that doesn't decide being trapped in an alien body is fine; show-style episodic plot structure; individual plot arcs for characters you've never even cared about; so canon compatible we even include the dang coloring book; and so TBOB-compatible over a year before TBOB came out that I'm considering taking up a position as the Oracle of Delphi just so Apollo stops barraging me with dodgeballs.

New chapters every other Friday, 5pm CST! Old chapters edited, updated, and posted to AO3 on the alternating Fridays! Yes that's a chapter either on here or on AO3 every week! Yes that includes this week!

For art, doodles, upcoming scene excerpts, and posts about characterization & plot plans, see my #bill goldilocks cipher tag. For the fic itself, the first few chapters are on AO3, but tumblr's 60 chapters ahead:

⛓️ 1 Part 1. Bill returns, in a bedsheet toga.

⛓️ 1 Part 2. Bill tries to murder the Stans & Soos (with time travel).

⛓️ 2. Dipper and Mabel save the day (with time travel).

⛓️ 3. A tense evening as the Pines prepare to get rid of Bill.

⛓️ 4. Plot twist: the Pines physically can't get rid of Bill.

⛓️ 5. The gang goes to a diner at 3 a.m. for hostage negotiations.

⛓️ 6. Bill escapes from Theraprism. [NEW!!!]

⛓️ 7. "How'd Bill get here" flashback; plus, entering his new prison.

💇‍♀️ 8. Bill gives himself a haircut and depression.

💇‍♀️ 9. Bill & Ford grudgingly have a sincere conversation; regret it.

💇‍♀️ 10. The kids decide Bill won't ruin their summer. Also: Pacifica!

🧚 11. Mabel gives Bill the most beautiful makeover ever. (It's not.)

🧚 12. Pacifica advertises Harry's Hairy Fairy Formula. Bill wants it.

🧚 13. Pacifica refuses to share; the twins discover its side effects.

📓🔺📓 TBOB BOUNDARY: Everything above this line has been edited for 100% compatibility with The Book Of Bill and posted to AO3! Everything after this line has not been edited... so it's only 98% TBOB compatible. 📓🔺📓

🧚 14. Mabel wins Bill's eternal friendship with arts & crafts.

💭 15. Bill, Ford, and Dipper have nightmares that are Bill's fault.

💎 16. Ford has a fun day with Mabel but everything goes wrong.

💎 17. The day goes right again thanks to healthy communication.

🎥 18. Mabel's Guide To Local Animals, co-starring Bill Cipher.

🧊 19. Wendy snoops into the weird things happening in the shack.

🧊 20. Wendy meets the weird thing (it's Bill).

🎂 21. Stan & Ford's birthday party! Bill gives evil gifts.

💭 22. Bill "helps" Dipper's nightmares; no one knows his motive.

👁️ 23. Bill's ex is back in town and nobody's happy about it.

👁️ 24. Everyone's even less happy to learn Bill has a sex life.

🧿 25. Mabel and Bill make friendship bracelets! :)

🧿 26. The Pines take Bill to the mall. He wears terrible things.

🧿 27. Bill breaks Mabel's heart (and panics to fix it).

🏳️‍🌈 28. Bill talks his way into going with Wendy to Rainbow Club.

🎃 29. Bill contacts the Henchmaniacs on Summerween morning.

🎃 30. Costume making. Mabel pries into Bill's past, with crayons.

🎃 31. The Trickster's pals trick-or-treat; and Bill terrifies Dipper.

🪮 32. Dipper & Mabel make a poppet to control Bill.

🦷 33. Stan takes Bill to the dentist. In handcuffs.

🦷 34. Dentist & tooth fairy attack. Stan & Bill are still handcuffed.

🦷 35. Bill & Stan reach a painful understanding and stop the fairy.

🛁 36. Anime night; and Mabel makes Bill do community service.

🛁 37. Bill plots escape and runs into Wendy. Dipper panics.

🛁 38. Bill has the worst and stupidest day of his afterlife.

🌅 39. A cultist finds Bill; Bill tries to re-recruit Ford.

🚙 40. Gideon broadcasts car commercials; invokes Bill's wrath.

🚙 41. Bill apologizes for bullying Gideon. lol no he blackmails him.

🌕 42. Bill tells Dipper secrets of the universe; predicts an eclipse.

🌖 43. Gravity is disappearing; Ford and Fiddleford investigate.

🌗 44. Ford & Dipper drag Bill hiking; Bill faces his death.

🌘 45. Ford demands answers Bill can't give as totality looms.

🌑 46. Totality. Bill decides whether Ford lives or dies.

🌒 47. Bill feels rotten but finally explains the eclipse.

🌓 48. Bill has a complete mental breakdown.

🌔 49. The gang limps home. (Plus: a second dimensional eclipse.)

💿 50. Bill finally processes that mental breakdown.

💿 51. Dipper and Mabel try to remember the Axolotl's poem.

📖 52. The gang reads Flatworld. Bill isn't thrilled.

📖 53. Mabel tries to get Bill to talk about his home world.

⚛️ 54. Dipper, Ford, and Fiddleford do paradox physics.

📖 55. Mabel learns college-level geometry.

📖 56. Mabel & Bill have fun; Dipper & Ford prepare for murder.

💀 57. The execution of Bill Cipher.

💀 58. Everything you wondered about how Bill escaped.

💀 59. Everything you didn't wonder about how Bill escaped.

💀 60. Everything you never imagined about how Bill escaped.

✨✨ THE APOXOLOTLYPSE ✨✨

🪐 61. The Axolotl finds the second dimension's corpse. ✨

🪐 62. The 2D massacre is so much worse than the Ax thought.

🪐 63. A building inspection in the Nightmare Realm.

🪐 64. Even when Bill fixes things he breaks them.

🪐 65. A shape meets Bill as the world burns.

🪐 66. The gods & Bill negotiate him leaving Dimension Zero.

🪐 67. The gods deal with Bill not leaving Dimension Zero.

🪐 68. Bill is so much worse than the Ax thought.

🪐 69. THE END: the gods and Bill settle into a new status quo.

📙 70. Soos vacuums the attic (wow exciting)

📙 71. Soos decides how he feels about Bill's treatment.

📙 72. Fixin it with Soos: home redecorating!

🎥 73. The gang makes plans for the night.

🎥 74. Dipper's Guide to the Fremont Nightwigglers

🎥 75. Mabel's Guide to Secret Sleepovers

🎥 76. The aftermath of everybody pulling all-nighters.

🏖️ 77. Beach episode! The Pines fish! Bill tans!

🏖️ 78. Bigfoot, Agent Powers, and the cool teen gang.

Hey!! I posted chapters 61-69 AFTER this chapter, so if you've been reading along and HAVEN'T seen those yet, go back and make sure you've read them!

🏖️ 79. A post-fishing trip evening. The calm before the feds.

🕴️ 80. The government investigates the Mystery Shack... again.

🕴️ 81. What are they gonna do about the feds??

🕴️ 82. They're gonna seduce the feds. Bill learns human flirting.

💅 83. Pacifica gives Bill a makeover; decides he's a creep.

💅 84. Pacifica gives Bill a makeover; decides he's cool.

💅 85. Final prep. Hope nothing goes wrong at the last second!

🕴️ 86. Bill does his best to flirt with the world's most boring agent.

🕴️ 87. A dinner date with (and scheming against) Agent Powers.

🕴️ 88. Bill tells the gang how they'll con the hell outta the agents.

🕴️ 89. Bill & Ford go to the museum; get oddly chatty.

🕴️ 90. Powers suspects something's up with "Goldie."

🕴️ 91. Powers has "discovered" who "Goldie" "really" is.

🕴️ 92. The government recovers their flash drive.

COMING SOON:

🕴️ 93. This is how cult recruitment works. (& the gang celebrates!)

The chapters have been renumbered! Chapter 61 about the destruction of Bill's dimension was scheduled to post the week TBOB came out, so I skipped it and posted chapter 62 with Soos. By the time I rewrote chapter 61... it was 9 chapters long. I've now renumbered all the chapters to squeeze in ch 61-69.

This post was last updated April 24, 2025! If you're seeing this post as a reblog and it's been a while since then, check back on the original post to see if more's been added!

[yumeaoka-chan]

Two Hands In Mine

Lovely banners made by @cafekitsune❤️ Made entirely based on the ask sent to @the-kr8tor by @pleaktale 😤 Sigh... Look what you've done, Bleaky...😮‍💨 I hope you're happy😭🤚

Pairing: Ekko x Reader x Hobie Brown/ Ekko x Reader x Spider-Punk! Hobie Brown

Word Count: 6.1k

Tags: fluff, soulmate au (red string of fate), modern au (they're all in Hobie's universe, really), pre-bit Hobie (for a little bit), teenage! R, teenage! Ekko, teenage! Hobie, childhood friends to eventual lovers, bullying (slight), sparse use of y/n, blood, fighting (slight), cursing, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender, really

Summary: The early days of what you thought were the best moments of your life.

Part 1 >>> Part 2

The cold winter air bites at your cheeks as you rub your gloved hands together, sniffling as you watch the other kids play in the snow a few yards away from you. Feet shuffling and kicking at the white fluff, you stand awkwardly, unsure whether or not to join them in their fun.

“Being the new kid, sucks”, you sigh as you pull the scarf tighter around your neck, pout forming on your lips as you crouch down to draw little shapes into the snow. Moving to England had been like an arrow to the chest for your little seven year old self, your parents not realizing that they were taking you away from the only place you'd ever known. Lip quivering, you try not to think about the friends you'll never see again. Somewhere deep down inside of you, you hope that they'll remember you even existed. Life was over for you, as far as you were concerned. Why in the world did your parents think moving was a good idea? So far, London has just been cloudy and cold and not at all fun.

“I hate it here…”

“How can you hate it here when you just moved here?” A voice chimes in behind you, startling you and making you gasp. Standing up abruptly, you stumble over your own feet and let out a small yelp as you collide into the person behind you. A pained hiss sounds in your ears as you tumble into the soft snow and you lift your head up to look at the source. Narrowed hazel brown eyes meet your own, blinking and fingerless gloves rubbing at the back of his head, white hair short and almost the same shade as the fluff on the ground. He looks to be around the same age as you, cheeks round and the tips of his ears tinged a slight red from the cold.

There's a groan a few inches away from you and you whip your head up to see another boy around your age with black hair, his hand over his mouth as little drops of ichor dyes the snow crimson, legs on either side of the white haired boy’s head. He looks down at you two with teary russet brown eyes before pulling his hand away from his mouth, a small bloodied tooth shining in his palm. The sight of blood makes your heart race. Somehow, thanks to you tripping over your own feet, you had fallen onto the kid with white hair, which had made him accidentally headbutt the other boy behind him.

“Can you get off of me”, the boy beneath you groans, frown forming on his lips as he gazes up at you. Scrambling to your feet, you hold out a shaky hand, offering to help him up as apologies spill from your lips repeatedly. He takes your hand with a raised eyebrow before helping up the boy behind him. You watch as he scrunches his nose up at the sight of the tooth in the other's palm, hazel brown eyes looking down at it in disgust.

“Crap, my tooth…”, the kid groans and you can't help but notice how much taller you are compared to them. He looks down at his tooth for a moment before sighing and throwing it away over his shoulder, much to your surprise. “Oh well!”

“Shouldn't you be more upset about it”, his friend questions as he dusts the snow off of his worn brown coat.

“Yeah. What about the tooth fairy?” You pipe up, shyly helping with dusting the boy off alongside his friend. Your face grows warm as they both look over to you.

“Nah. Hobie doesn't believe in the tooth fairy.”

“Hobie…? Who's Hobie?” The boy whose tooth got knocked out grins at you before pointing to himself, russet brown eyes sparkling.

“Me! I'm Hobie. He's Ekko. He just moved ‘ere not long ago, too. What's yours?” His bright nature baffles you a bit, seeing as losing a tooth is nothing to be happy about. At least, in your opinion.

“U-Um, I'm Y/N…” The white haired boy, Ekko, smiles at you softly while his friend, Hobie, drapes an arm over his shoulder. Hobie holds out a fist towards you, gaze shining with warmth that makes you feel a little less cold in this frigid weather. With a small smile, you bump your own against his.

“Stick with us, yeah? We're gonna be the best of mates. I mean, we already worked together to knock out my baby tooth!”

“Okay..! Um, Hobie… You're still bleeding…”

“I can help with that”, Ekko says with a cheeky grin before scooping up a ball of snow and chucking it into his friend's face. Hobie yelps as the fluff covers his face, making you laugh so hard that you keel over into the snow. With a grumble and a glint in his eyes, Hobie bends down.

“I'd start runnin’ if I was you two…!” He warns and your eyes widen as he picks up an armful of the fluff, his grin almost maniacal. Ekko pulls you up to your feet and you both run away screaming with laughter as your new shared friend chases after you. Perhaps this place wasn't all that terrible after all.

“He's late. Again.” Ekko huffs as he plops down beside you on the bench, reaching over to pluck a strawberry from your lunch box. You let out a hum as you bite into your sandwich, handing him the one you made for him. “How much you wanna bet he was fighting again?”

“It could just be a problem with his teacher, ‘Ko. He and Mrs. Crumb don't exactly get along”, you say lightly, trying to give your other best friend the benefit of the doubt. Ekko isn't convinced in the slightest, nose scrunched up and teeth tearing into the ham sandwich. He hands you his bottle of juice, which you take gratefully.

“If he shows up all beat up, you owe me that caramel chocolate bar.” Rolling your eyes at the way he ogles your treat beside you, you push at his shoulder.

“Bet. Although, you really should have more faith in him-” Just as the words leave your lips, the door to the school rooftop slams open, revealing a disheveled Hobie. He heaves as he drags himself towards the bench, chest rising and falling as he scrubs a hand over his face. Sweat beads at his brow and drips down towards the cut on his cheek, bruised left eye and busted lip glaring you in the face. Sucking your teeth, you begrudgingly place the candy into Ekko's awaiting palm. Dropping down on the bench between you both, Hobie sighs before giving you both a lopsided grin. His lanky form towered over the both of you even while you all were sat. Clearly, the universe had favorites. That, or Hobie was just having a second growth spurt. You missed when they both used to be shorter than you sometimes.

“Afternoon, poppet. Kokonut.” The nicknames have both you and Ekko groaning in exasperation, which makes the smile on his face widen even more.

“Thought we said not to call us that, Hobes.” The teen beside him huffs, scowl painted on his lips and fingers lifting to poke gently at the bruise on his eye, frown deepening at the sight. “Don't you think we've grown out of them?”

“Hm. I like the name Kokonut, though. What say you, ducky?” Hobie winces and pulls his face away, leaning over to take a bite of your sandwich, which earns him a slap on the stomach.

“I say, stop trying to get out of us chewing you out. Another fight, Hobie? Really?” You grumble as you rummage through your bookbag, pulling out a few little bandages and alcohol wipes. Ekko takes the wipes from you and roughly grabs his chin in order to clean the cut on his cheek and lip while you wipe at your shared friend's busted knuckles. Hobie yelps at the sting as you both patch him up.

“Always something with you, man. What did you do this time?” Ekko says softly, concern shining in his hazel brown eyes. Hobie sucks in a breath, looking up at the clouds to avoid eye contact.

“...’S complicated… Don't worry. Everythin’ worked out.” He mumbles, voice quiet and somewhat hardened. You and Ekko share a glance over his shoulders. That was the same exact excuse he used every time you both asked, never letting on anything else. It was like trying to pry open a lock box with nothing but your bare hands. This had been going on for a few months now, and it was beginning to worry you. Silence washes over you three as you finish bandaging Hobie, awkward and a little stifling. Taking a deep breath, you hand your shared friend his sandwich, ripping off a piece of it as payback for him biting yours. He lets out a grumble of protest and leans back.

“...Well, just know that our services aren't free, loser”, Ekko says as he focuses his attention to the bar of chocolate in his hand, voice breaking the awkward silence. Hobie puts a hand to his chest as though he were offended and you nod your head in agreement, hand out and fingers wiggling.

“He's right. Pay up, Hobes!”

“Thought you lot were bein’ my nurses out of the kindness of your hearts!”

“What do you take us for”, you scoff, teasing smile playing on your lips. Hobie whines and looks at you both with puppy dog eyes. Ekko presses his palm against his face, mushing him as he chuckles.

“Not working this time, man. We want compensation. It's hard out here being teenage nurses, y’know.”

“Fine, fine”, he huffs before a smirk slowly creeps up on his face. “I'll pay you back later, duck. As for you, Kokonut, how ‘bout I pay you back by suckin’ on your Koko-”, A piece of ham slapping him in the face stops him mid sentence and you can't help the loud guffaw that leaves you.

Chatter and laughs sound loudly throughout the packed hallways of your high-school, students shuffling and pushing each other to get to lockers. Huffing and slipping between a group of rowdy boys, you manage to finally get to your locker, letting out a puff of air as you hurriedly put in the combination. Now that the school day has finally ended, you were adamant on leaving before Flash could show up. Just as you manage to gather your books and supplies, a palm comes down to harshly slap them out of your hands. You let out a low curse as your body is pushed against the lockers, eyes roaming up to look at the big hulk of a teen.

“Trying to leave without doing what I asked, nerd”, Flash sneers as he lowers his head just enough so that he can meet you eye to eye. Disdain shines in his blue eyes and from how close he is, you can smell that he had a tuna sandwich with onions on it for lunch. Scrunching up your nose, you frown up at the resident bully and shrug, putting on a face of false bravado.

“I'm not responsible for your stupid grades, Eugene. Get someone else to do it.” You say as you look him in the eye, mentally congratulating yourself for managing to forgo your usual anxious stuttering. You really have your friends to thank for that. At the sound of his real name leaving your lips, the blonde grips you roughly by the front of your shirt, nostrils flaring and glare deepening with irritation.

“You think you got a choice, you little shit? You do what I say or the janitors are gonna have to clean bits of you off the floor.” Spit flies from his mouth as he barks out curses at you, landing on your cheek and making you recoil slightly in disgust. Flash brings up a hand then, and you blanch at the thought that he was going to possibly hit you before the hulk of a teen was suddenly pulled away from you. Hands wrap around your shoulders and pull you close towards a body, who you find out is Ekko's when you glance up in surprise. Annoyance swims in his hazel brown eyes as he looks on at Flash who'd gotten tugged away from you by Hobie. You watch as your shared friend gets into the jock’s face, scowl painted on his lips.

“Walk away now, mate. ‘Cause if I see you in me duck's face again, ‘s not gonna end well for you.” The blonde lets out a huff of a laugh before roughly pushing at Hobie's chest, trying to rile him up. There's a growing crowd of onlookers eager to see the commotion evolve into a full on fight as another jock slowly sidles up to stand beside Flash.

“Look at this punk freak who thinks he's tough shit! Sucks for you that I'm not in the mood to play along with you, fuck face.” As soon as those words leave his mouth, a fist flies up to harshly hit Hobie in the jaw, the jock beside the blonde quick to follow up his punch with another one. Head snapping to the side, Hobie lets out a low curse under his breath before dodging a blow to his face, arm rearing back to deliver a blow to the brown haired teen's nose. Crimson drips onto the linoleum floors of the hallway, dripping from the jock's now red nose. The brown haired teen snarls in anger before swinging at him again, elbowing him in the chest and punching him in the face right after. Hobie groans before gritting his teeth and catching the next hit aimed at his face, countering with a right hook of his own. Hoots and hollers from the students surrounding you all ring in your ears and you see Flash moving to throw himself into the fight between the two, a gleam in his eyes as he raises a fist to hit Hobie.

“You fucker!” Ekko shouts as he lunges forward, hand reaching to grip the blonde’s shoulder and forcefully turn him around, decking him right in between his eyes. “I ain't with that jumpin’ shit!” You want to separate them all as the four boys rain blow after blow upon each other, but the crowd of students push you out of the way as they draw nearer towards the action, forcing you farther away from the tight circle. Cheers and chanting of “fight, fight, fight” echo around the hallways, so loud that when you hear the sound of two teachers yelling for everyone to break it up, you're not the least bit shocked. You are surprised, however, when Flash and his buddy decide now is the perfect time to dip and avoid getting caught by the teachers, Hobie and Ekko seeming to have the same idea.

“Y/N, let's go!” Hobie calls out breathlessly as he maneuvers his way through the sea of bodies, Ekko hot on his heels. You barely have enough time to hastily gather your scattered and trampled books before a hand latches on your arm, dragging you towards the main doors of the school. Heart beating like a drum as you three burst through the doors, Hobie pulls you towards your bike and you quickly unchain it.

“You two are unbelievable…!” You hiss as Ekko hops up to sit on the handlebars and Hobie stands in the middle, feet on the pedals. Russet brown eyes wide with urgency, your friend pats the seat of the bike.

“You can nag us later, love! Gotta make tracks!” Hesitation befalls you as you eye your bike suspiciously. There was no way all three of you were going to fit. Before you can voice your concerns, the school doors burst open and you snap your head over to see which teacher is most definitely going to catch you lot. Hobie takes it upon himself and grabs you by the belt loop of your jeans, tugging you to sit on the seat of the bike while he remains standing. Hands fumbling to hold on to his band tee, wind whips your face as he begins pedaling so fast that it makes your heart race. You hold on for dear life as the yells of the teacher echo in your ears, growing fainter and fainter the further you get. Hobie manages the bike with ease, like the weight of both you and Ekko are hardly a challenge. In the back of your mind, you pray that your poor mode of transportation remains intact after this.

“Okay, Hobes! You can slow down now!” Ekko yells over the sound of the whistling wind, hands tightly gripping the handlebars. You can't see it but you hear the cheeky, mischievous grin in his voice as Hobie starts pedaling just a bit faster. The white haired teen yelps as he reaches one hand behind him to grip his arm. “F-Fuck! Slow the fuck down!”

“Faster?! That wha’ you want?! Wha’ever you say, Kokonut!”

“You ass! He said slower! Slower!” You yell before screaming as Hobie zooms even faster on the bike, the three of you a blur as you zip down the street, the tall teen cackling all the while. You were gonna throttle him if you survived this.

“Look who's finally ‘ere! Care to join us, lovie?” Hobie hums as he looks up at you from his spot underneath the large oak tree, russet brown eyes warm and lips pulling up into a smile. Ekko smiles up at you from the grass, head resting on your shared friend's thighs as he lowers the textbook he was reading onto his chest. Dappled sunlight dances across your forms as you move to kneel beside the duo on the soft grass, bookbag sliding off your shoulder. The three of you are nestled a few yards away from where the children just getting out of primary school play at the park, playful screams and giggles sounding off in the distance.

“Sorry guys”, you sigh as you set the brown paper bag into Hobie's awaiting hand, tantalizing aroma wafting from it. “I had to finish putting in my application for Cherry's before going over to Stan's. Got some of Mama Kay's cookies too.” At the mention of food, Hobie looks into the brown bag while Ekko fiddles through your bookbag for the cookies. You can't help but chuckle at the way their eyes light up at the sight of the well beloved neighborhood subs and cookies.

“Cherry's? That new clothing store two blocks from the school”, Ekko questions as he hands you a bottle of water, other hand already rummaging through the small white bag of cookies. You nod as you take out your textbooks and study sheets.

“That's the one! It's owned by this woman who I think is named MJ. At least, that's what I heard this man calling her when I saw her from afar the other day”, you muse while munching on a lemon cookie. The taller teen grins at you before nudging your shared friend's shoulder.

“How ‘bout puttin’ in a good word for me, yeah? Finally get started on my modelin’ career.”

“You want to start modeling? Really?” You ask, baffled at the idea that your best friend would ever consider doing something of that caliber. Ekko groans and scrubs a hand over his face in exasperation, clearly having heard this unusual idea uttered before.

“Please stop with that dumb modeling crap. It's not happening, Bee.” Turning to look at the white haired teen, Hobie puts a hand on his chest, russet brown eyes glimmering with what looks like hurt as he frowns.

“Why? You don't think I could be one…?” The way he sounds seriously hurt as he speaks those words makes Ekko pause, eyes widening and breath hitching as he shakes his head. If he hadn't tapped the back of your hand before he'd said those words, you would've sworn he was being genuine.

“I-I… I'm sorry, Hobes”, he stutters while lifting up a hand towards him apologetically. “I didn't think that you were serious. Of course you can- wait….” Seeing the corners of Hobie's lips tremble as he tries to refrain from laughing, you stifle the giggle that threatens to escape you as Ekko narrows his eyes at him with suspicion. “Motherfucker, you're fucking with me.”

“‘S real sweet that you care, Kokonut”, Hobie says sweetly, cooing the words before letting out a loud guffaw and catching a cookie being thrown at him. “Ooh, I love snickerdoodles. Cheers, mate!”

“You're an ass-”

“Please, girls! You're both gorgeous, so can we please not chuck anymore food that someone had to buy”, you say loud enough that the two look over at you sheepishly, Ekko lowering his hand containing a chocolate chip cookie. The two settle back down and you smile at them gratefully while they begin to eat their food. “We gotta focus, guys. Exams are next week.”

“Not sure studyin’ ‘s gonna matter. Mrs. Crumb hates my guts”, Hobie says around a mouthful of his turkey sub, making Ekko swat at his arm with a scrunched up face of disgust.

“Swallow before speaking, Hobes.”

“Well, to be fair, you did graffiti a picture of a pig on her desk. As well as TP her car. And her house…” Swallowing his mouthful of food, the tall teen shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head with a smirk playing on his lips, not at all remorseful of his past actions.

“Lady supported the fuzz beatin’ those peaceful protesters. I say that's well deserved, innit?” Ekko hums in agreement as he jots down a few answers on his study sheet, lifting up his free hand to fist bump Hobie. Rolling your eyes, you can't help the smile that flits across your face and he knows that deep down, you were extremely proud of him that day. Mrs. Crumb was definitely problematic when it came to politics and society in general, so Hobie being number one on her shit list with his anarchic tendencies and outlook on life was a guaranteed thing if there ever was one. “‘Sides, ‘Ko and I aren't really strugglin’.”

“He's right. We don't really need the extra help, bug.

“Okay, fine. I'm the one that needs to study, geniuses. So just help me. Please”, you whine softly, holding your materials out in hopes that your two best friends, who somehow have straight A's despite managing to always get in precarious situations, would help you study for this oh so important exam.

“Alright, alright. No need for the puppy eyes”, Ekko huffs as he takes your papers and glances over them, Hobie resting his chin utop his head in order to look at your study material as well. As the three of you eat and study together, both you and Ekko somehow end up resting your heads on Hobie's arms while he lays back on the grass, textbook propped up on your chest so that you all could look at it together. After a while, once the cookies and subs had been diminished to mere crumbs, you let out a yawn and lay the book down beside you. The warmth of the late afternoon sun and the slight cool breeze lull you into a sense of calm, eyelids growing heavy and drooping with the threat of sleep. From the soft breathing coming from your two friends, you could tell they were right behind you.

“Heard a rumor goin’ ‘round.” Hobie's quiet mumble breaks the silence but doesn't manage to pierce the bubble of peace around you three. “Someone in year eleven can see and feel their string now. Ever wonder who'd be on the other end…? Of your own, I mean…”

“Don't know”, Ekko sighs as he presses his cheek further into the taller teen's side, hazel brown eyes fluttering open to glance at you and up at Hobie before closing again. “It isn't really guaranteed that you'll ever meet who you're latched to. Just hope they're a good person, I guess…”

“Think we lot are tied together…?” Hobie breathes out and it makes you glance up at him for a moment in slight surprise. The possibility of being soulmates with your two best friends, of the three of you connected in that special way…?

“It's not really heard of though, right? Having more than one soulmate is rare.” You mumble quietly, fingers fiddling with the loose thread on his band tee.

“Extremely rare, but not unheard of. But the possibility that we already found what millions of people probably never have is…” Your body shakes as Hobie chuckles, the arms around you and Ekko pulling you both in a little closer.

“Can't believe you two are really thinkin’ ‘bout it. Knew you loved me”, he says warmly, smile evident in his voice and you lightly pinch his side for the teasing, face growing slightly warm. Clicking his tongue in feigned annoyance, Ekko silences your shared friend's laughter by playfully mushing his face before closing his eyes once more in an attempt to sleep, the tips of his ears dusted the faintest of reds.

“Shut the hell up and take a nap, man.”

Silence. Utter silence. That's all you hear despite the calm conversations flitting about the small café and the hustle and bustle of Mama Kay as she glides around her business with ease, delivering and taking orders. The homely browns and white of the interior would usually calm you and bring about a sense of tranquility on any other day. But with the hardened looks of bewilderment on the faces of your two best friends in the entire world directed at you and what you just shared, you feel anything other than the longed for peace. Ekko sits up straighter and the contents inside of Hobie's chicken salad wrap drip onto the plate as he holds it in his hands, forgoing the bite he was going to take before you'd uttered those words. Something festers within the pit of your stomach and you can't quite pinpoint the feeling tied to it.

“You're joking, right? You gotta be joking, trouble”, the white haired teen says lowly, hazel brown eyes glinting with hope. Hope that's immediately crushed like a bug under a boot at the way your face crumples into a remorseful look, shaking your head as you gaze at them solemnly.

“...We'll be leaving a month from today. Flight's already booked and we're starting to pack…”

“They're not letting you finish the school year? We… We were supposed to go see that movie when it comes out. The one you've been waiting forever for. And, shit, what about your job at Cherry's? A-And Hobie's audition that we were supposed to go to..? We were supposed to graduate together…”

“I-I know, ‘Ko. I really wanted to do all of that. But my mom's job wants her to move to the States and… fuck, say something Bee. You've been quiet this whole time.” Ekko turns to look at your shared friend and you both watch as he stares down at the table, russet brown eyes shining with what you hope aren't unshed tears. You don't want them to cry, that's the last thing you could ever want.

“...We've been together so long… I don't ever remember a birthday or holiday we haven't spent together. Just to think we'll be missin’ yours…” You furrow your brows in confusion at his words before it dawns on you. Your sixteenth birthday is next month, the day after you officially leave the UK. Hobie lets out a staggering breath, teeth worrying at his bottom lip as he looks up at you, and you feel like your heart is shattering. “You really gotta go, me duck…?”

“I’m sorry guys… I really am…” The grip on your cup of cooling tea tightens and you feel like you're suddenly seven years old again, like your whole world is being stripped away from you once again. You want to sink into the ground, away from the way your heart feels heavy in your chest. Warm hands grip your wrists and gently tug at them until both boys are holding either one of your hands. Ekko gives you a smile even as his hazel brown eyes shine.

“Ain't nothing you gotta apologize for. We … We can spend everyday together before then, bug. We'll help you pack and make the most of the time we have.” Hobie nods and squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“‘Sides, we can stay in touch. Keep each other updated on life. We'll make this work, love.” If only you could freeze this moment in time, stay forever with the two boys who mean more to you than anything. Warmth blossoms in your heavy heart and you wipe at a stray tear that managed to slip from your eyes, not even feeling the stinging threat of them at first.

“Promise you guys will come see me off and spend a bit of time with me on the eve of my birthday…?” They both smile at you warmly and the three of you tighten your grips on each other's hands. As though that would be enough to possibly keep you locked into this moment, keep you steady by their sides for a bit longer.

“We'll be there, trouble. We'll always be there for you.”

“Y/N, let's go! I want us to be at the airport early enough before the flight!” Your mother calls out from the open window of the car, a solemn look in her eyes as she watches how you search the distant streets and sidewalks for your two friends. “I know you want to see them again, honey. But I don't think they're coming.”

“They'll be here. Just… give me a bit longer. Please”, you ask as your eyes dart to and fro in your frantic search, hands gripping the straps of your bookbag and pulling it tighter around your shoulders. With a sigh, your mother relents and leaves you to your hopes of your friends seeing you off. The seconds tick by and after a few minutes, you begin biting your bottom lip in anxiousness, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you still see no sign of them. By the time five minutes pass, you're pacing back and forth behind the awaiting car, guilt gnashing at your insides about how you're wasting your mother's gas with the slim possibility of having a few more precious minutes with your favorite people. Ten minutes soon go by and the little slivers of hope in you begin to crumble, your mother rolling down her window to call out to you once more.

“I'm sorry, sweetie…” Shoulders drooping, you nod your head slowly, heart beginning to crack in two. Just as you turn around to head to the car, shouts of your name echo in your ears. Eyes wide and grin lighting up your face, you spin around to see both Ekko and Hobie sprinting down the sidewalk towards you, arms raised and waving at you frantically. You don't even get a chance to meet them halfway before Hobie soon collides into you, arms wrapping around your back as you stumble backwards from the sudden force. Ekko is right behind him, reaching his hand out to grip your arm like a lifeline as he keels over to pant harshly. Their chests heave as they catch their breaths, sweat dampening their skin and making their flesh feel warm on yours.

“Fuck… Thank fuck you didn't leave yet”, the taller teen pants as he rests his head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath before pulling back to look down at you properly, lopsided grin lighting up his features. The white haired teen beside him huffs and wipes at the sweat on his brow.

“You run too damn fast, Hobes”, Ekko wheezes before standing up properly, hand squeezing your arm and hazel brown eyes looking down at you apologetically. “Sorry for being late. Bee and I got into some… trouble and it was a whole shit show.”

“You two made it. That's all that matters”, you say with a laugh, just happy that they didn't forget you. Hobie shares a look with Ekko then and the white haired teen nods his head. It makes you gaze at them in question, wondering what they could possibly be plotting without you. You try to ignore how that thought pierces your heart like the bluntest and rustiest of knives. Taking your hand, he places something in your palm that has your heart swelling and eyes stinging with the threat of tears once you pull your hand back to look at it. In your hand rests a guitar pick in the shade of your favorite color dangling on a silver chain with the initials of you, Hobie, and Ekko carefully painted on one of the sides. Lip wobbling as you try to refrain from bursting into tears, you oh so carefully and tenderly run your thumb over the painted letters.

“We just thought… Well, you needed something you can remember us by. And, look!” Ekko says as he pulls out a similar necklace from underneath his shirt, Hobie doing the same. “We match. This way, we have something to remember you by too.” And as you look up at the two boys, you see affection and care swirling in their eyes, making your chest grow warm and causing the tears to finally fall. Sniffling, you slip the chain around your neck, wiping at the tears that keep dripping from your eyes. The fact that you were really, truly leaving the most wonderful people in the world was hitting you hard and you couldn't help the choked sobs that started to bubble from your lips. Hands rub tenderly at your arms and you feel your body being enveloped by them both in a warm embrace.

“C'mon now, ducky. You start cryin’, then Kokonut will, and I…” Hobie trails off on his words as his voice starts breaking, taking a shuddering breath before both he and Ekko pull you closer. You can hear the sniffles from them both and it only makes you reach up to wrap your arms around them in return and pull them ever closer.

“What am I gonna do without you guys”, you sob, heart thundering in your ears as your whole world narrows to here and now.

“...Crash and burn, most likely”, Hobie quips softly, seemingly unable to help himself despite the tears and stuffy nose making his voice sound nasally. Your body rumbles as the three of you chuckle, little snickers that lighten the mood. It takes several minutes before you can leave the little huddle, the group hug that begs you to stay, to remain latched to them for eternity. Heart heavy yet lighter all the same, you grip their hands in yours, squeezing once, twice, three times.

“You'll be okay, trouble. We'll still be in contact, okay? Can't get rid of us that easily”, Ekko says with a tight lipped smile and you nod.

“I'm cool with you two sticking around a little longer”, you joke, tone playful despite the way tears still cling to your lashes. Honking from the car startles you a bit and you turn your head to see your mother pointing at her wristwatch, understanding smile on her face all the while. Taking a deep breath, you feel them squeeze your hands back.

“Us against the world, Hobes?” Ekko says and the taller teen nods, their eyes never leaving you.

“Us against the world, ‘Ko. Us against the world, love?” Sniffling, you nod, unable to look away from them.

“Us against the world, Bee. Us against the world, Koko?” The white haired boy chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners from the old nickname that you'd given him when you three were ten. You engrave the color of their eyes in your memory.

“Us against the world, bug. Always us three.” They pull you into one last hug, so tight that you feel like you'll pop, but you're holding them just as tightly, if not tighter. And with one final look at your boys, you let them go. They follow the car as your mother drives away, running and waving to you as far as they can go, making your face hurt from how wide your tearful smile is. And as they grow smaller and smaller the further you get, you can't help but keep your eyes on the last spot they'd been, so lost in looking at your fading friends that you can hardly feel the slight tug on your pinkies.

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels

Description: Single dad Miguel who replaced himself in a new universe meets his daughter's favorite teacher, you, who just happens to have a shitty boyfriend and doesn't yet know how much the O'Hara family wants you to stick around

Pt 2

I cracked y'all, and I blame TikTok

“Ms. Y/N, watch me, watch me!” Gabi calls, waving her arms in the air to catch your attention.

“I’m watching, go ahead.” You encourage her, smiling brightly when she does a successful cartwheel, her hair spilling from the loose braid one of her classmates had done for her during quiet reading.

You know teachers aren’t supposed to have favorite students, you tell each and every one of your students that you don’t have favorites, that you adore all of them equally. But Gabriella O’Hara holds a special place in your heart.

“Did you see, did you see?” She asks excitedly, running up to you, dark curls tumbling wildly around her shoulders.

You kneel down, and brush the hair back from her face, still smiling brightly. “I did, that was amazing, who taught you that?”

“My dad, he helped me practice.” She says, giving you a toothy grin, one front tooth missing from where she’d knocked it out eating an apple yesterday.

A tear-filled lunch that had been until you reminded her that now the Tooth Fairy would come visit her. The idea of a sparkly fairy leaving her money in exchange for her tooth dried her tears quickly, and soon enough she was proudly showing off her lost tooth (safely contained in a Ziploc bag) to anyone who would listen.

“Well, it seems like your dad is a very good teacher, then.” You say, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze before her friends dragged her back onto the playground.

You stood back up and rejoined the other first grade teachers.

“She’s adorable.” Janey says, nodding at Gabi who was playing tag with a few other girls.

Janey taught in the classroom next to yours. You started teaching at the same time, but she’d been hired at Steve Rodgers Elementary a year before you. Janey was the first friend you made when you got hired, and you soon became close friends inside and outside school.

“She’s so well-behaved, too; I wish I knew who her mom was, so I could thank her.” You say, a slight grimace on your face, when you watched two boys from your class begin to shove each other.

You called out to them, and they stopped, giving you guilty looks before running towards the swing sets.

“There’s no mom, she walked out on Gabi and her father after she was born.” Melissa says, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched her kids.

Melissa was a senior teacher at Rodgers Elementary. A tough love works the best teacher with the confidence of a god, and a nose for gossip like you couldn’t believe.

“Oh, that’s so sad.” You say, your heart hurting for the sweet little girl who always wanted to sit next to you during story time. Gabi had told you about her dad many times, but never mentioned her mom, you just assumed she was away for work often, or that they didn’t have many things in common.

You looked at Gabi, watching as she helped one of her friends tie their shoes. Sitting beside them and patiently demonstrating on her own sneakers. How could anyone walk away from her?

“It is, but her dad…he’s hot, I’ve seen him in the pickup line, he’s like a male model or something.” Melissa says, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You gave her an incredulous look. “Melissa! That’s a parent you’re talking about.”

She shrugs. “Hey, I’m married, I’m not gonna do anything, but one of you could.”

Janey turns her head to hide her laughter, and you smack her arm. “Janey, hitting on a child’s parent is wildly inappropriate, besides I have Todd.”

Melissa snorts, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Todd was not a popular man around the school, especially after what he pulled on your birthday.

The bell rings signaling the end of recess and your kids begin to line up, ending your conversation as the three of you are pulled in different directions.

There’s a knock at your door, and you look up from grading papers, to see Janey. “Hey y/n, Gabi’s father is here to see you?”

You shoot her a look of confusion and begin to tidy up your desk, then stand, smoothing out the wrinkles in your baby pink dress. “Oh, yeah, sure, let him in.”

Janey disappears, and the space is filled by a giant of a man. He towers over the desks, making them look even tinier than they already were. His shoulders are massive, his biceps you swear are bigger than your thighs, though you could be exaggerating, but you’re honestly not sure, and when he fixes those dark brown eyes on you, and suddenly the floor beneath you feels unsteady.

“Mr. O’Hara, how can I help you?” You manage to get out, motioning for him to take a seat in front of his desk.

“I’ll stand.” He says curtly. His voice is deep, settling in your bones, the faint whisper of an accent, and confidence behind his words makes you nervous for a moment, then you recognize the feeling, not nerves…something else, something much more inappropriate.

“Oh—okay, is there something you need, is Gabi okay?” You ask, realizing she isn’t in the classroom with him.

“She’s fine, just sitting outside with her book.” He explains, his eyes piercing straight through you.

“Margaret and Margarita, right? Your daughter an exceptional reader, in both English and Spanish, you should be very proud.” You say, giving him a smile, hoping the compliment will soften his expression and make it seem like he didn’t want to murder you.

Melissa was right, Mr. O’Hara was gorgeous. With a strong jawline, high cheekbones, a mess of thick dark hair, and perfectly formed lips, all tapering down to the body of an Adonis, clothed in a white button up that stretched across his broad chest, and black slacks that clung to his muscled legs like it was their job and rent was due next week. But his expression was flat, his eyes cold, his stance rigid.

“Why did you lie to my daughter?” He asks flatly, looking down at you, as if you were a bug on his windshield.

You blink up at him in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“You should be.”

An indignant expression flashed across your face before you could stop it, and you saw Mr. O’Hara’s lip twitch. “I’m not apologizing, I’m asking for clarification.”

“You told Gabi that the Tooth Fairy was going to visit her, I wasn’t going to do the Tooth Fairy , she doesn’t need false hope.” He snaps, leaning forward slightly, towering over you.

The hair on your arms stands up, but you brush it off as a stab of guilt goes through you. He was a single dad, maybe he couldn’t afford such frivolous traditions. “Mr. O’Hara, if this is a financial issue, I am so sorry. I should’ve tried to comfort her another way, my sincerest apologizes.”

“This isn’t a financial issu—comfort her?” He stops midsentence, his brows furrowing.

“She was upset because she lost her teeth, it’s her first one, a ton of kids get a little scared, but the promise of a reward usually clears those tears right up.” You tell him, holding your hands up in a pacifying way as you talk.

His eyes dart down to your hands, then back to your eyes, lingering for a moment on your lips. “I didn’t—Gabi didn’t tell me she was scared.”

“She was probably a little embarrassed. She talks all the time about how brave you are and how she wants to be just like you when she grows up.”

His expression softens.

“I actually—”you turn to rifle through your desk until you find Gabi’s latest assignment—“have something for you.”

He takes the paper from you, and you can’t help but notice how his hands dwarf yours, his tanned skin is scattered with small scars, and his calloused fingertips brush against yours. “What is this?”

“I had the kids draw a picture of their hero and then write a few sentences about why that person is their hero. I think she was one of a few who didn’t draw Spiderman.” You laugh softly.

He cradles the paper and a soft smile spreads across his face as he reads her writing under his breath. “Porque mi papá lucha contra los monstruos en mi armario.”

“I had to look that one up, my Spanish is terrible.” You admit sheepishly, watching as he reads her words over and over again.

“Thank you, for this, and for comforting Gabi.” He says, folding the paper carefully and sliding it in his pocket.

“Of course, I love Gabi, she’s such a pleasure to have in class.”

He looks at you, really looks at you, and you’re struck by how similar he and Gabi are. They have the same nose, the same almost curls that frame their faces, and when he tilts his head ever so slightly to the side you almost burst out laughing. You can’t count how many times you’ve seen Gabi do that exact same thing.

“You know Gabi talks a lot about you, how pretty you are, she was right.” His voice is low, smooth, and sends a jolt through you. Then he takes his leave, with you standing there stunned, wondering what the hell just happened to you.

Eternal Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir

[i-am-beckyu]

One Small Gift- epilogue

Okay so I wrote this on a whim when I was writing part 2 and while it's not long enough to be a full fledged fic, I still think I'll post it because it's just a cute fluff scene<3

One Small Gift Part 1 & Part 2

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Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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“Hey Wilbur, you know how Techno dressed up as the Easter bunny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, I’ve been thinking. If the Easter Bunny isn’t real, and the tooth fairy and you know basically most fairy tale creatures, then that means Santa Claus isn’t real either.” 

Tommy felt Wilbur stiffen at this, his pseudo brother soon cupping him in both hands as he slid up to be sitting cross legged and able to see the borrower better. 

“Well I guess so, but I mean Borrowers are considered fairy tales and yet you exist so that doesn’t mean Santa Claus isn’t real.”

Tommy crossed his arms raising a brow. “Wilbur, I know you dressed up as Santa. You don’t have to keep pretending about it.” 

“Tommy, I swear I didn’t do that.” Wilbur defended. “Why would I dress up? That’s so childish and whack and-” 

One look at Tommy was proof enough the blonde wasn’t buying it. Wilbur didn’t want to admit it but it was clear the boy he once knew was growing up and childish things like Santa Claus  were becoming a thing of the past- as much as he hated to admit it.

“Okay yes, it was me dressed as Santa Claus.” Wilbur admitted somberly moving to let Tommy down on his night stand. “How long have you known?” 

“Since we put out the Christmas decorations, but I think subconsciously I’ve known longer than that considering you never like to wear Santa hats and rejected the idea of dressing up everytime I asked.” 

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.” he replied, eyes downcast fiddling with his finger nails. “You don’t hate me right?”

“Hate you?” Tommy quirked a brow and to Wilbur’s surprise suddenly burst out laughing. “Wilbur, you saved me. I don’t know what I would have done had you revealed yourself to not be Santa. I was terrified of you!”

Wilbur deflated at that, guilt taking over. “Yeah, sorry about that. Again.” The Bean replied solemnly. Tommy stopped laughing noticing this and sighed before jumping off the nightstand and back onto the bed, making their way down to rest a hand on the older’s knee.

“Wilbur, I know you never meant to hurt me. I understand that now. Heck you dressing up is the only reason I ever gave talking to you a second chance.” 

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked as Tommy hoisted himself up onto the man's knee.

“Well, kid me never intended to talk to any Beans ever. I only spoke to Santa because I saw a Television program talking about how he gave kids presents because I was desperate.” Tommy smiled as he recalled the past. 

“Santa gave me exactly what I needed in the moment, yes, but you gave me the push I needed to give speaking to you a chance. Remember prior to meeting you, I’d been living alone for awhile and never knew how lonely I’d been till after speaking to someone. “

The boy looked up to meet the Beans gaze, guilt and concern etched all across the olders’ face. 

“But meeting you changed that. Giving talking to you a shot was the best decision I ever made and now I’m living better than I could have ever dreamed and that’s not even the best part.” 

“What’s the best part?” Wilbur asked and Tommy smiled. 

“I gained a brother.” 

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Probably could have made this longer but that's all I wrote and I can't see myself adding more lol. Merry Christmas everyone <3

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I always want to learn more about Esme, so 💐 for her? <3

Thank you! <3

Three of their favourite hobbies: gardening, knitting, baking.

Do they know how to use any weapons? If so, what kinds?: Esme is pretty proficient with hand guns and rifles of all different makes and models. A lot is from her time in the UMC (although she was an intel specialist) and just from Tyler keeping himself (and her) sharp when it comes to how to defend themselves, each other, and their family if push comes to shove

Their top three favourite holidays: Christmas, New Years, Halloween

The most common negative thought they have about themself: That she's lost her attractiveness and appeal since having babies and that she isn't deserving of the love (and lust) that is consistently showered upon her

If they were to transform into any kind of mythical/supernatural creature, what they would become: Esme for sure would choose to be some kind of fairy that lives in the woods and communes with the animals

Do they have a sweet tooth? What is their favourite kind of sweet treat?: She LOVES ice cream (rocky road with drizzled, melted peanut butter on it, a treat she craved when pregnant with Millie) and cupcakes (pink lemonade)

Whether they’re an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert: She is definitely a big time extrovert

Two of their most prominent positive traits: her compassion and 'joy for life' despite everything she's been through

Two of their most prominent negative traits: She has extremely low self confidence and can be neurotic AF at times

A piece of trivia about them that you haven’t shared yet: Esme is proficient in ASL and is learning Australian sign (Auslan)

Tagging some peeps: @youflickedtooharddamnit @tragiclyhip @kmc1989 @watermeezer @bardic-tales (I signed out and signed back in and now it works lol)

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[sommerflue-22]

Childhood Crush | Muichiro Tokito

Yuichiro version

Featuring: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito, aged up!Muichiro

Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, annoying grade schooler behavior ew, but happy ending (sort of), not beta read

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/n: I just finished my thesis but I'm still waiting for feedbacks from my professor. This is a warm up piece before I get back to my other writings. Still, I hope you enjoy~

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On your fourth grade, the teacher assigned you to sit next to Yuichiro. Being Yuichiro's seatmate was alright, but sometimes he could get a little snappy. Especially when something happened to him during recess (probably couldn't make another kid the "it" while playing tag). So you let him be most of the time.

You didn't know Yuichiro had a twin brother until one day he didn't come to school because of the flu. You didn't pay him any mind but you were shocked when you saw "him" going to the restroom. You weren't exactly his close friend, so you just waited outside until "he" finished.

Afraid and in shock, you paced back and forth in front of the restroom. What if something bad happened to Yuichiro and his spirit had come to haunt you? You were so ready to run to your homeroom class if "Yuichiro" didn't come out in five minutes.

Bless your poor innocent soul because "Yuichiro" did come out. Nothing prepared him for being trapped in a kabedon position by you.

"Teacher said you're sick! Why are you here?!"

"What do you mean I'm sick--"

"I didn't see you the whole day!"

"Huh?"

"You're not a ghost, right?"

He tilted his head, "Oh, I think you're mistaken. I'm Mui. Yui's at home. He is sick."

And that was how you met Muichiro.

You learned that Muichiro was Yuichiro's younger twin brother. He's from another class, but after knowing you he often visited your class to chat with you and Yuichiro.

Unlike Yuichiro, Muichiro was friendlier. He let you braid his hair, lent you his blueberry-scented eraser, and even taught you how to draw Pikachu. Muichiro also let you call him Mui. He told you only his family and closest friends called him that, so it made you feel special.

Mui was a soft boy. You sat with him during recess and talked about random things. Cartoon, what you wanted to be when you grow up, doctor appointment, tooth fairy...

You didn't really know when did it happen the first time, but one day you looked at him and thought "Wow, Mui's really pretty."

You started braiding his long, black hair more often, told him more jokes to make him laugh, drew him a lot (and by a lot, I mean a lot) of his favorite cartoon characters. They were bad, you couldn't really tell which character you drew, but Muichiro always thanked you.

You'd like to think that maybe Muichiro did like you too. He would hold your hand when you both were running down the hallway, playing tag with the other kid. He would also give you random things he found like flowers, marbles, stickers from kids magazines.

You didn't remember every little things that happened between the two of you, but you did remember that Muichiro brightened your days and made your school years more memorable.

By the time you started the 6th grade, though, everything went downhill. A few kids noticed your little crush for Muichiro. However, as we all know, grade schoolers can be a little mean. They started to tease you. You were afraid that Muichiro would find out and stopped being your friends.

The thing was, those little rascals couldn't tell the difference between Muichiro and Yuichiro. Since the fifth grade, the twins had been put in the same homeroom class. Differentiating them became more difficult for kids who weren't their friends.

You were visiting their class one morning, looking for Muichiro. You met Yuichiro instead. You could tell it was him, because he didn't immediately talk about the latest episode of that one cartoon you liked.

"Hi, Yuichiro. Where's Mui?"

"He forgot his lunchbox so he's waiting for our mom--"

"Ew, Tokito! Stop flirting with them! It's not even the first period yet!"

You froze in your place as Yuichiro turned to the kid who jeered at you both. "What did you say?"

"Eh? Aren't you two dating?"

"(Y/N) likes you, Tokito!"

You couldn't meet Yuichiro's eyes as he stared down at you, "You like me?"

"N-no... I... It's not..."

"(Y/N)?" A hand was placed on your shoulder, "Are you okay? Yui, why are you staring at (Y/N) like that?"

You lifted your gaze and sure, Mui was back with a lunchbox on his hand. "M-Mui, I..."

"Oh, shit!" "Oi, language!" "Oh my, I think we got the wrong Tokito twin!" "Does it matter? They look the same!" "Which one do you actually like, (Y/N)?" "Yeah, which one is more handsome?" "You can tell them apart? Cool!" "Pick one, (Y/N)" "Yeah, pick one!" "Pick one! Pick one! Pick one!"

As the kids chanted, you frantically look around trying to find an escape. You were panicking, afraid, annoyed, so you couldn't think straight. You looked at Yuichiro and he looked back at you in (what you thought was) disgust. You turned to Muichiro who was just staring at you, wide eyes, lips parted like he was about to say something.

You couldn't hold it any longer so you just cried, which made a few of the kids laugh.

"(Y/N)..." Muichiro placed his hand back to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

"Stay away, Mui!"

"But (Y/N)..."

"I said stay away!" You shoved past him and pushed the other kids out of your way as you ran out of the classroom.

Ever since that day, you stopped seeing both Muichiro and Yuichiro. Other kids still teased you but they gradually stopped because they found another target to bug. You didn't even say anything to them during the graduation ceremony, even though you could feel Muichiro's eyes on your back.

Things got better when you started middle school because you moved to another town. A start fresh, exactly what you needed. You thought you would find someone new there, but to no avail, your mind kept wandering back to a familiar pair of mint green eyes and gleeful laugh.

You gave up trying to find a lover, and sailed through high school and first two years of uni without sparing a thought for teenage romance.

That was until you found him, tracing his fingers on the spines of the library books. His hair was still as long as you could remember, the only thing different was the mint green ombre. The library was off-limit for outsiders, so he must be a student. How could you not see him before around the campus?

You realized you've stared at him for too long because the next thing you knew, he was staring back at you.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widened.

"Uhh... hi...?" You let out a nervous laugh. "Long time no see... uh..."

His eyes softened and his lips quirked up. "It's Mui."

"Yeah... should've known it's you. Yuichiro hates me, so he wouldn't greet me like that."

"What makes you think so?"

"You know... when that happened..."

"Ah, yeah. The fuckening."

Muichiro cursing was something you did not expect, which made you snort. "The fuckening, indeed."

"Don't worry, he doesn't hate you. We were wondering, though..."

"Eh?"

"...which one of us did you fancy?"

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole right then and there. Even though it had been eight years, you couldn't help but blush. Muichiro waited patiently, holding back a giggle as he watched you struggle.

"W-well, wasn't it o-obvious..."

Muichiro tilted his head. He walked towards you and ruffled your hair. God, you didn't even notice how tall he had grown.

"If you're still up for it now... and if you're free... we can grab a coffee. My treat. I'm sure drawing each other deformed Pikachu and Princess Peach doesn't count as a date now."

You sighed, trying to control your heartbeat. Mui chuckled again and waited for your answer.

"Y-yeah, I'd love to."

"Okay." He put his arm around your shoulder and led your hyperventilating ass out of the library.

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Read the sequel to this post here

A/n: Thank you for reading until the end! This is actually longer than what I was planning, so yay :D I've been thinking about aged up!Muichiro, so cool and pretty and tall and aaaaaaa >.< Anyway lemme know if you want me to write more aged up!Mui because I love him sm T^T

[rhey-007]

Home is wherever I'm with You

Lance Stroll x best friend!reader

• | social media au

Summary: You're too oblivious to see your best friend's clear signs of attraction towards you, until he confesses his feelings after your unfortunate pregnancy and break up.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, sudden pregnancy, breakup, best friends to lovers

A/N: Enjoy the las post of this year! And happy 2024! Hopefully it will be a better year 🫠🥳

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•lance_stroll: someone got a little too drunk 🥂

•y/n._.l/n: I don't remember changing into my pj's 🧍‍♀️

→ •chloestroll: don't worry, he was too drunk to do that so I took care of you! 💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you baby!

•estebanocon: I ain't partying with you anymore 💀 I woke up sleeping on top of Logan half naked...

→ •y/n._.l/n: you finally embraced your love for each other! How cute! 🥰

→ •estebanocon: -_-

→ •logansargeant: he almost crushed me...

→ •user1: we need to see this!

•user2: Yaaay! Another besties content! :3 ❤️‍🔥

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•y/n._.l/n: my best bubba 💪🤩

•lance_stroll: love you too! 🥰

→ •logansargeant: of course you do 😏

→ •lance_stroll: shut up

→ •user3: LANCE?! what does that mean???

→ •estebanocon: oh you know well what it means 😏

•user4: if it looks like just a friendship then I'm a tooth fairy 🧚

→ •user5: fr ain't no way they're just best friends

→ •user6: what do you mean? friends can act like that too 🤨

→ •user4: I think they also mean the way Lance looks at Y/N

→ •user6: which is?

→ •user4: full of love

→ •user6: ooooh

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•lance_stroll: my lil sis 💖

•user7: aaah I love their friendship 🥲🥹❤️‍🔥

→ •user8: we all do 😭

•user9: they are made for each other! when will they be together??? 😭

→ •user10: that's a fever dream... 🫠🥲

•chloestroll: my favorite sibling and dad's second fav child! 😍 (talking about Y/N ofc)

→ •lance_stroll: aha?! she ain't even related! >:(

→ •y/n._.l/n: stop being a whiny baby you knew that for a long time 🤭

•estebanocon: that ain't just friendship, you're not gonna fool no one

→ •user11: estie spitting FACTS 💥

→ •user12: •estebanocon spoliers maybe? when will they finally be together?

→ •estebanocon: idk you gotta ask Lance but hopefully soon >:(

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•y/n._.l/n: 🏕🌌🍃

•user13: why did you abandon Lance?! 😭

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't abandon him! :( he's still my bubba! 🥰

→ •user14: meanwhile Lance:

→ •user15: poor Lancey getting replaced by some no name :'(

→ •user16: WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO BE SO OBLIVIOUS???

•user17: funny how her likes dropped the moment she started to date him lol bring Lance back!

→ •user18: I guess no one likes the new guy xD

→ •user17: also funny how Lance stopped liking her photos too

→ •user18: that's sad actually :(( poor Lancey 😭😣

•user19: BRINK BACK LANCE APPRECIATION POSTS❗❗❗

•user20: fuck some random ass Brandon, come back to Lance 😭

•user21: why you date this stupid ass Brandon when you can have THE LANCE STROLL???

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•y/n._.l/n: trip time! 🤗🥰🌄

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•y/n._.l/n: happy birthday to MEE!🤩🥳🔥

•user22: where Lancey at... :((

•user23: I hate how you forgot about Lance since Brandon appeared...

→ •user24: we all hate that ://

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't forget about him don't worry! He was just too busy to join us :((

→ •user24: too busy, yeah aint buying that, he probably didn't want to join and feel like a third wheel

→ •user25: why do I feel like it's actually true? 😭✋

→ •user24: cause it most probably is 😭😭😭

•chloestroll: happy birthday honey! 🥳💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you dear! 💓

•user26: Lance didn't even comment a happy birthday as he usually would 🥲😢

→ •user27: tha man's heart is broken what do you expect???

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•lance_stroll: I've always loved you and I'm so so so happy to finally be your one and only 💖

I promise I'll never let the two of you down, I love you too much •y/n._.l/n 💞

•y/n._.l/n: I LOVE YOU TOO HBHUVBFEUBVUA 💞💞💞

•estebanocon: fucking finally! we told you you should've done that a long time ago but you never listen >:(

→ •logansargeant: exactly! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: 🙄

•user28: the two of you??? 🤨

→ •user29: that's suspicious... 🥸

•scottyjames31: FINALLY❗❗❗WHY THE HELL DID WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR SO LONG???

→ •lance_stroll: sorry buddy should've helped me more >:(

→ •user30: not Scotty helping Lance pick up Y/N 😭✋

•fernandoalo_oficial: my boy finally got his princess 😍

→ •y/n._.l/n: •lance_stroll you heard that? I'm your princess 👸💅👑

→ •lance_stroll: of course you are baby 💞

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•y/n._.l/n: I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend and a dad to my child. You were the first one to help me in those hard time when that motherfucker chickened out (broke up with me when I told him I was pregnant ON MY BIRTHDAY) and I'm so grateful to have you. I love you •lance_stroll and I'm so sorry for not noticing your obvious signs and ignoring your feelings 💞

•lance_stroll: it's okay honey 💖

•user31: so this is what Lance meant! You're pregnant! Congratulations! 🥳💖✨

•user32: Y/N'S PREGNANT??? NO WAY! CONGRATULATIONS!!!

•estebanocon: congrats Y/N! Can't wait to meet the baby!

→ •logansargeant: we're gonna be the best uncles ever! Promise 🤞💖🔥

→ •y/n._.l/n: you better be! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'm gonna let them near the baby ✋

→ •estebanocon: why not? :(

•chloestroll: AAAHHCZRJMORS I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE 😍🎉

→ •y/n._.l/n: best auntie in the world! 😘

→ •chloestroll: of courseeeee 💅

•fernandoalo_oficial: my kids are getting kids... I'm so old... 🫠

→ •y/n._.l/n: you're not old pops! 😇

→ •user33: omg imagine Fernando and Lawrence as grandpas 😭

→ •user34: we HAVE to see it

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•y/n._.l/n: large and in charge 💪😎🦅

•lance_stroll: still the most beautiful person to grace the world! 😍😘💞

→ •logansargeant: and the most dangerous 💀

→ •y/n._.l/n: what you talking bout buu 🤭😊

→ •logansargeant: YOU'VE LITERALLY BIT ME CAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE YOU SWEETS

→ •user35: would've love to see that 😂

→ •estebanocon: she's a cinammonroll that could actually kill you 🥶

•chloestroll: SLAY MAMA❗🔥 💅

→ •y/n._.l/n: now's your turn 😏👉👉

→ •scottyjames31: 🫥

→ •chloestroll: SCOTTY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

→ •lance_stroll: •y/n._.l/n how is it that you always start other people's arguments? 🤔🤨

→ •y/n._.l/n: I'm an argument fairy 🤭🧚‍♀️

•user36: she still looks like a goddess! 🤩

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•y/n._.l/n: she's here! Meet our little ray of sunshine Celia! 😸👶💥

•astonmartinf1: congratulations! 🎉 baby sized merch is already on it's way!

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you, you didn't have to! 😅

→ •astonmartinf1: of course we had! Our future miss driver should know what team to choose from her early days!

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'll let her drive, she'll become a supermodel like her mommy should

→ •y/n._.l/n: aww stawp it 🤭🤗💖

•chloestroll: I want to hold her again 😭

→ •scottyjames31: me too! 🥹

→ •lance_stroll: HELL NAH you almost dropped her 😡😤

→ •scottyjames31: I didn't 👀 it was Chloe...

→ •user37: not Scotty almost dropping Celia 😂😭

•fernandoalo_oficial: can't wait to meet the littlest Stroll! 💖💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: soon pops soon 🤗🤭

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•logansargeant: best uncles on duty 💪😎

•user38: omg little Celia's gonna have the best childhood ever 🥺

→ •user39: I want to be her 😭

•user40: love how they just turn into those pookie bears while with Celia 🤭😳

→ •user41: have you seen those videos when they met her for the first time? They literally melted!

→ •user40: I did! That was so wholesome! 😍

•lance_stroll: please don't hold her like that anymore 🙏 Y/N almost got a heart attack

•y/n._.l/n: I'm gonna kill you when we're back >:(

→ •logansargeant: what why?! We didn't do anything! 🤣

•user42: datxnotxzteb Logan sitting in Celia's cradle 🤧

→ •estebanocon: fun fact: he cried when Lance and Y/N came back and it was time to leave

→ •logansargeant: YOU CRIED TOO >:(

→ •user43: not adult men crying cause their play date with their best friend's kid ended 😭🤚

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•estebanocon: the cats are gone, the mice are playing 😁💖

•y/n._.l/n: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WE LEFT YOU JUST FOR A FEW HOURS 💀

•lance_stroll: that's actually funny xD

→ •logarnsargeant: daddy approved yaaay! 🤩💞

•user44: poor Celia 😭✋

→ •user45: what do you mean she seems to enjoy it! 😂

•user46: aaah she is so cute!

•user47: now I know why Lance didn't want Esteban and Logan near her XD

→ •user48: we should've predicted that 😂

•fernandoalo_oficial: told you to leave her with me 🧍‍♀️

→ •estebanocon: shut up you know nothing about fun

→ •y/n._.l/n: estie be nice to pops or I'll never leave my baby with you again

→ •estebanocon: sorry mami 😔

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It's Seven (Several) Sentence Sunday! Thanks for the tags @sophie1973 @dezinthecloud and @miharaikko !

I'm going to cheat a little and share a snippet of a work I've already posted. It's my Wrap It Up fic and it's because there were so many times I wished I could have talked about it...and I couldn't!!! It was very hard lol.

So here's a snippet of The Tooth Fairy Agenda!

The figure startles, the sound of Alex’s tooth falling back onto the dish loud in the quiet of the room. The man turns around. “Oh bloody hell,” the man curses when he sees that Alex is awake. Alex blinks, not quite believing what he’s seeing. “I told Jerry that there wasn’t enough Invisibility Spray. ‘Just a quick tooth retrieval,’ he said. Bollocks.” Alex’s mouth opens in shock as he stares at the man. He’s got an English accent and looks more like James Bond than a Tooth Fairy. He’s wearing a fancy-looking white suit, has floppy blond hair and in his hands, he’s holding what looks like a small cup with a handwritten label on it. He also has wings. Alex didn’t see them at first, his bedroom dark enough that they were in shadow. But when he turns around, the wings are hard to miss. They’re a white that matches the man’s suit and seem to sparkle in the glow of the nightlight, like they are covered in a fine sheen of glitter. “Oh,” Alex breathes. “You’re the Tooth Fairy, aren’t you?” The man sighs. “I prefer Tooth Collection Specialist, but yes, I suppose that description fits too.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62124187

If you haven't been tagged, please take this as an open one!

[littlebvtterfly]

💐 for Rose Hearts, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

Thank you so much for asking about my newest darling babe @dancingsunflowers-ocs! Also going to tag @rose-of-oz since she also asked!

Three of their favourite hobbies: Baking, painting, and gymnastics!

Do they know how to use any weapons? If so, what kinds?: Rose doesn't exactly love to fight but it's usually a necessity on the Isle to survive. She's turned her playing cards into sort of throwing stars, making them sharp enough to slice someone's body parts. People usually know to avoid her because she knows how to attack from the back.

Their top three favourite holidays: Once she gets to Auradon and finds out that holidays are a thing and can be fun, she really comes to like Halloween, Christmas, and the Royal Balls that are thrown each year at Cinderellasburg (which Darcy always get her and Carlos invites to).

The most common negative thought they have about themself: That she's unwanted by people. It stems from her mother having her sent to the Isle because she hated how much Rose represented her past.

If they were to transform into any kind of mythical/supernatural creature, what they would become: Interesting question! I think that she may be a witch or a fairy. It would definitely fits her.

Do they have a sweet tooth? What is their favourite kind of sweet treat?: Rose loves treats! Her favorites are Turkish Delights, chocolate pralines, and buiscuits, among others.

Whether they’re an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert: I believe Rose would definitely count more as an extrovert. In spite of her circumstances, she always loves to talk to people and does her best to include everyone in any activites, even people like Darcy, Ivy, and Mal, who generally hate any kind of big social events.

Two of their most prominent positive traits: Inclusive and consistent.

Two of their most prominent negative traits: Self-loathing and carries grudges.

A piece of trivia about them that you haven’t shared yet: Rose's father came to the Isle with her, despite being just a normal villager who never even lived in Wonderland or took part in Bridget's actions. He just didn't want his toddler-aged daughter to be all alone on the Isle.

[stormingfrost]

Wonders of the Invisible World 

Tags: Body horror, major character death, Implied/Referenced child abuse, original characters, pitch/sandy

summary: 

Through hundreds of years of strange things happening all over the world, finally someone sees. The Bennett family is now at the forefront of every children's tale - except, now, they learn that these tales are not only real, but much, much darker than they first thought.

For @rotg-halloween day five: Apparition 

Read it on AO3

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 /13

chapter five: Apparition 

under cut  

“What do you mean fae can be dangerous?” Joyce asked, her voice tense. Andy shrugged. 

“It’s folklore from the old times. Fairy circles and iron. Stuff like that. Giving a fae your name or any part of you gives them full control. I’m guessing that the tooth fairy has something like that, but with teeth controlling memory.” 

Joyce looked at Jamie, frowning. He seemed fine, not worried, and only couldn’t remember his father. The fairy hadn’t touched anything else. 

She was getting iron and horseshoes the second they got back home. 

A part of her was relieved that he couldn’t remember. His father was a bad, bad man. She hated the idea of the abuse happening right under her nose. She nearly had killed that man when she found out. It took everything in her to only divorce him and show the courts proof of the abuse. Luckily, they took her more seriously than he ever did. She hoped he enjoyed justice. 

Jamie seemed lighter, somehow. Happier. But the protective part of her, the one that wanted to throw iron at the fairy, hated it. Who was she to take memories from Jamie? Who was she to make that choice for him? How did she have that much power? What if she made Jamie forget more? 

Joyce shuffled her kids back into the car. 

“Bye!” Vivian hugged Joyce. “Be safe.” 

“After the past few days, I think I’ll just ring up the leprechauns if anything goes wrong.” Vivian laughed. 

“Right, and then he’ll send the sandman to bring you to fairyland.” 

Joyce smiled. 

“Children’s stories. Who knew that they were right?” 

She now had an eight-hour drive home. Nine counting the bathroom breaks. Jamie stared out the window, watching trees past the car. Sophie watched a movie on the DVD player, her headphones in. 

“Mom,” Jamie said. “Was Dad nice?” 

“No.” 

It killed her when Jamie told her. She wanted to cry for a thousand years and never stop. He was scared. The bruise on his back was exactly the size of his hand. She kissed the crown of Jamie’s head, promising that he would never hurt him again. When he got back from work, they fought. He was angry that Jamie ‘tattled’ and threw a vase at her. She kicked him out. 

The next morning she went to report it. When she got back, the door was open. He’d gotten in. Jamie was lying, dazed, on the floor. Sophie was crying. 

He’d given her son, her baby, a concussion. He hadn’t hurt Sophie, thank god, but he scared her. The divorce went quicker than his sentencing, but she wanted to be free of him. 

And now Jamie couldn’t remember. 

She stared at the road, her eyes tired from focusing. She had seven hours to go. 

“What was he like?” Jamie asked, cutting through the silence like a hot knife. Joyce didn’t know what to say. He was cruel. Nice at first. So nice and kind… She fell in love with him. And he hurt her children. So, she went with the answer that Jamie would understand. 

“He hurt you. He was a bad man.” She wanted to tell him more, but what was the point? Traumatize Jamie again? Put her frustrations and anger on her kid? 

“Okay.” Jamie looked out of the window. 

“Is that truck weird?” He asked. Joyce looked behind in the rearview mirror, seeing a semi-truck behind them. It was serving into the other line and then back. 

They were hours away from any town. It was just trees and mountains here. No service. Joyce needed to get out of the truck’s way. 

She looked forward, slamming the gas. The truck blared its horn. 

She turned sharply around the next turn, wincing as her car struggled. The semi-truck slammed into the side of the mountain. The driver stumbled out of the wreck, despite the wreckage being severe. 

She looked back, her mouth agape. 

“Mom!” Jamie screamed. She looked forward. 

There was a man on the road. 

Joyce screamed, slamming on the brakes. Her stomach lurched. Sophie startled, scared and crying. 

The car stopped only an inch away from the man. 

Joyce breathed, looking up into the man’s eyes. They were golden. He was short, with an unnatural glow to him. 

He smiled warmly. 

“What?” She muttered. 

“Sandman,” Jamie said. Sophie stopped crying. 

The Sandman waved, smiling. 

She shouldn’t have joked about it. This ghost, this creature, was in front of her car, smiling so warmly you’d think he intimately knew each of them. 

Maybe he did. 

“Hello,” a voice said, echoing in her mind. “I’ve heard about your family.” 

Joyce debated running over the Sandman. 

“You dream of peace,” the Sandman said. “Soft hands taking yours. There is no need for anger there. No need to protect.” 

The Sandman glanced over to Jamie and Sophie. Joyce looked over to her kids, seeing their little faces light up. 

“What are you?” She asked. “Why do we see you?” 

The Sandman’s golden eyes snapped to her. “Answers come to the patient, Joyce.” 

A shadow snaked below her car, and a man formed out of it. He stood, tall and thin, next to the Sandman. One was sun, one was shadow. Jamie gasped, and the Sandman smiled at him. Their hands interlinked. 

“You can find your answers through stories. Beware of the nature.” 

Then the two men disappeared. 

The trucker knocked on Joyce’s window. She rolled it down, numbly looking over to him. 

“What was that?” He asked. “Those men?” Joyce shook her head. 

“I’m not sure.”’

Stories. The answer was in stories. The trucker used his phone to call someone, and Joyce waved goodbye to him. He was going to say something, but Joyce drove away. 

Her kids were quiet. 

“What did he tell you?” She asked, glancing at her rearview mirror to see them. 

“Dreams,” Sophie said. “Sweet dreams. And a warning.” 

“Don’t trust her,” Jamie added. “Beware of the nature.” 

[larkral]

Late, but here I am! Technically still Wednesday for another 30 minutes. I've been writing a bit this week!!! So fucking exciting. Not as much time to write as I'd like, but them's the breaks.

Mostly I've been working on Simon's two mums, so I'm going to give y'all a snippet of that, but you're also going to get a snippet of my other baby: holsom time loop, because I came back to reread it this week and also spent some time thinking about what I need to write next, and I kind of have a plan for what's next for both of those fics which makes my lack of writing time even worse!

Simon's mums, Simon pov:

"What about the Tooth Fairy?"

"Real," Penny says, "A Bone-ty hunter with faerie blood. Though he works exclusively with magical families. Baz, did your parents give your teeth to Paul?"

Baz hums, "Still have the ingot he gave me when he took my molars."

I prod at my last baby molar, a little loose but holding on. "Do you think he'd give me anything for mine?"

Baz rolls his eyes. "Yes, but he prefers a full set. And The Mage forbade Paul from the grounds of Watford years ago."

Y'all know what line of canon I'm referring to here, I'm sure. What a joy it is to write this story!

Holsom timeline time loop below the cut for SPICE

When Justin's breathing is even again, Adam asks, "Wanna… lay down?"

"Bro, I want to blow you." He snorts. "Do I want to lay down."

"We have options, Rans, the night is young."

"It's almost midnight."

"So, okay. We have two hours."

"Can we save the options for later, Holtzy? I need your dick down my throat, like, now."

Adam moans and reaches for his fly. "Yeah, okay, can't argue with that."

"Thank you," Justin says,

Thanks to everyone who tagged me today, and please consider this an early tag for Sunday because it is hella late.

@stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @artsyunderstudy @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost  @chen-chen-chen-again-chen  @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum   @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @j-nipper-95 @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @mooncello

[gayrootvegetable]

year in review: favorite lines :3

thank you to @songliili and @littlemisskittentoes for tagging me!

RULES: simply share your top three/top five/however many favorite snippet(s)/line/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips) and don't forget to share the link!

i didn't write too much this year (i say that but it's the most i've ever written ever lol), but i still wanted to scour my fics to see what i could find! let's go babeyyyy 🫡

heartstopper fics

from incriminating evidence:

Charlie: we need to flee the country Charlie: my mum found our lube Nick: Booking our plane tickets right fucking now.

from tooth hurty (2:30) in the morning:

Most people think the tooth fairy has magic powers, like being able to walk through walls or perhaps spawning into the correct bedroom. But, no, breaking and entering is standard practice.

(03:07) Nick: i think i’m in love with the tooth fairy (03:07) Nick: his eyes are so blue and his lips are so soft (08:16) Christian: Jesus Christ, mate. How strong were those painkillers?

rwrb fics

from i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you:

Their attention is pulled forward as the GSA meeting begins. Henry tries to pull his hand back, but Alex tightens his grip.  They hold hands for the rest of the meeting.

from too in love to think straight (rwrb drabble collection):

Alex attempts an explanation, but it only makes things worse. "Yeah, you know, sometimes in high school my friend Liam and I would make out during our sleepovers."  Henry doesn't know how to respond, so he starts with the obvious.  "I thought you were straight." "I am." Alex shrugs. There's so much to unpack here.

turns out i think i'm hilarious 🤭 for real though, i'm proud of what i was able to accomplish this year. i look forward to my brain thinking of more bangers in 2024 hehe

i have no idea who was already tagged so i'm just gonna wing it sjhfjshdgfj

no pressure tagging: @heartitinthesilence @tinyarmedtrex @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @ssmtskw @14carrotghoul @mother-i-crave-rwrb @inexplicablymine @cultofsappho @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @msmarvelouswinchester @anincompletelist @matherines @benwvatt @bidoofenergy @leojfitz @adreamareads @rockyroadkylers @lizzie-bennetdarcy and anyone else who wants to participate !!

[landwriter]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @tiltingheartand <3 thank you!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

11!

What's your total Ao3 word count?

129,874. Brevity evidently is not my strong suit! Which is also why the rest of this is under a cut.

What fandoms do you write for?

The Sandman! I also just watched Dead Boy Detectives and think I might write a couple little things for it too.

Top five fics by kudos:

Saint Morpheus (11,882 words) - My first fic! Saints and worship

The Death of Translation (10,968 words) - the Language fic

Oaths (60,443 words) - Tam Lin AU and my precious baby. I'm so proud of this one. It's got so much of me in it. Def the first fic I would consider a full send

Border Country (6,100 words) - Clothing, the inherent body horror of being alive, and self-denial. Have always meant to do a sequel for this and may do for S2

Black Shore (3,962 words) - Monsterfucking :-) Weird little beast of a story that came out of nowhere fully formed

All Sandman, all Dream & Hob, haha. Doubt that will change with new fics unless I find a more popular pairing in a more popular fandom to write for

Do you respond to comments?

I do! I love discussing characters and theeeeemes and sharing enthusiasm with people. I love hearing what I've inflicted and I'll thank you for telling me <3 Once I started getting busier I found it a lot harder to keep up, but I treasure all my comments so if you suddenly get a reply like, a year later, you know why!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's for sure The Many Lives of Hob Gadling. Everything else I've written except Border Country has ended, like, tooth-rottingly kind and optimistic and love-filled. But lbr Dream is a man of tragedies. There'll be more

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's such a personal thing, but Oaths has the happy ending I would consider most wonderful sort of happiness. It's not the fluffiest or most fairy-tale (having written just that also), but this specific flavour of joy and peace in terms of experiencing the beauty of the world around you and being just shot full of love. The happiness of growing things and sunrises. Or Just Like Love. From the Corinthian's perspective. He's so happy with the state of things at the end.

Do you get hate on fics?

Only the once! Fortunately everybody else who has hated a fic of mine has been able to find the back button and gone off to read something else or grouse about it in private, which is the correct way of things. There's no reason, ever, to tell an author you disliked their story. They will not be grateful for it no matter how certain and correct you feel in your criticisms. Nobody wins! Sorry! Go tell a friend instead.

Do you write smut?

You betcha I do! The first time I wrote it for Saint Morpheus it felt so unnatural and I was just making a :| face the whole time but now sex scenes are among my favourite things to write. I feel like I've really cum come into my own with them more than any other kind of scene.

Craziest crossover:

I've never done a crossover! I love reading them though.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! I mean, not great, etc., but personally I also deeply don't care. I imagine having a job where what I am actually creating & selling for money gets stolen often sort of skews my perspective on my fic getting stolen. It's not a commercial product. It isn't paying my mortgage. I give these words for free and with love. If they end up places I never put them, so be it! Such is the internet.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! 【授權翻譯】翻譯之死 The Death of Translation by Ethiseth. Legitimately one of the highest honours I think a fanfic writer can ever receive <3

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No!

All time favourite ship?

Hob / the world :-)

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My very first WIP for Sandman! I started writing it then joined tumblr the next day, saw some of @messmonte's art, and was off writing Saint Morpheus in short order. Sorry 1989 canon divergence fic! Maybe one day.

What are your writing strengths?

Five dollar words. Long sentences. Big sweeping feelings. Instilling my personal values, i.e. love is real, you are surrounded by beauty at every turn, you deserve the things you want, monologues are a normal and practical form of communication, etc.

What are your writing weaknesses?

God, actually finishing and sharing things, I think. I haven't had enough time in my life lately and it kills me! But it's also such a me problem because I love to worry at and chew on WIPs forever. Writing fast would be so cool. Pew pew pew! New fics left and right. You guys would be buried in them. Man, I wish.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Can run gimmicky but also I love multiple languages in one conversation as subtext so much - I'm torn. Same as accents in that I suspect it's most cases better to just note it in the speech tags, unless you're willing to go through the trouble of inline/hovertext translations, and then at that point it's a bit If You Give A Mouse A Cookie for me where I'll want translator's notes too, maybe some metatextual payoff, etc.

First fandom you wrote in?

Technically FMA, but that's a story for another day hahaha. Sandman, really.

Favourite fic you've written?

Oh golly. Oaths. I did so much for the first time with that story. But it's hard to choose, which is such a nice problem to have. I think it's easy when you've never written fic before for each new thing to mean something different to you!

No-presh tagging @wordsinhaled, @moorishflower, @tj-dragonblade and anyone who wants to do this too - just tag me so I can be nosy <3

[ckret2]

saw your recent reblog about feedback and, though I’ve been occasionally gushing in tags, you deserve to hear what I tell my friends! In general, your writing style is perfect at capturing the timing and delivery of the show itself. I’ve never read a fic i’ve been able to visualize more clearly than this one. You write each character so well that between chapters it feels like i’m right back where i used to be, waiting for new episodes again. I do think you haven’t *quite* solved your side-character-ification (applejackification?) of Dipper problem yet, but other than that you’re doing an astounding job at balancing all the characters and their interactions with each other and with bill in a way that feels natural (plus with these more recent chapters i’m seeing lots of good dipper stuff so you’re definitely getting there with him too! besides, it is nice to see Mabel get the spotlight after all these years anyway. healing, even.) You know exactly how to control an audience’s emotions, you know when to drag something out and when to shut it down, you know when to cut off a conversation and when bring up the fact it was cut off later. Little foreshadowings like the loose tooth are well-planted and plot beats like lucid dreaming are dropped and picked back up delicately and with precision, like pressing piano keys. i don’t doubt for a second it’s all a part of some grand instrument, though i wouldn’t be surprised if you told me most of it was improvised - another way you’re just like the show was. you’ve done the episodic-and-serialized thing better than at least half of all silver-age cartoons that have attempted to do so! I adore the way you show kindness to all characters in your scenes, from gideon’s characterless mother to the little freak himself. It truly feels as though you pick no favorites, and that’s something you do better than the show did tbh. Not that TBOB needed to hook me in with a marketing campaign, but hypothetically, in a universe where I didn’t own a hand-sewn bill cipher throw-pillow and yet somehow still found this fic, I would definitely be excited for it after reading! you’re gifted, and i hope this does numbers on AO3. I truly cannot stand hazbin hotel, but I may go back and read your other works once this one’s over, just to hear your narrative voice. it’s a voice worth hearing, and may it be forever amplified.

oh WOW thank you so much??? 😭 this is SUCH a sweet comment and it means so much to me that you took the time to write all this!!

APPLEJACKIFICATION... that made me laugh. Dipper will get some serious development before the end of the eclipse plot and he's key in the next plot, so I think that'll help him make some progress. But yeah—he's not gonna be as important as Mabel, but I do want to make sure he has a plot that stands on its own, smaller though it may be.

It's 2/3 planned, 1/3 improvised. 😁 I've got a lead time of about 15 chapters between what I've posted and what I've written, so I can do stuff like write the poppet chapter, write the tooth fairy arc, edit the poppet chapter, realize that as long as I'm giving him a bloody lip maybe I can loosen his tooth, edit the tooth fairy arc, have him mention that that tooth was loose. And many chapters I haven't written or outlined yet I have loosely planned in my head so I know how to aim toward them.

Wanting to show kindness to all the characters and wanting to give as many of them an internal life as possible is so important to me, and I'm so glad that's showing through so far!

And honestly I think "I hate [xyz] but I'll read it if you're writing it" is the highest compliment. 😂 All my hazbin fics were written pre-season 1 when all we had was the pilot, a couple comics, creator comments, and some Helluva to go by; but idk maybe you'd consider that a plus lol. (If you're interested, on ao3 I've also written Transformers, Godzilla, some Pokémon, and a smattering of other things.)

Thanks again for sending such a nice message!