#“You'll turn gay sweetie.”

[silverthelovebug]

It's the subtext frfr

I think Maid Marian and Queen Charming have explored each other's bodies at least once. I dunno.

[elliesmainhoe]

"I love you, no matter what"

Ellie Williams X Mother! Reader PLATONIC

Summary: Ellie's coming out story to her mother or you reassure Ellie that you'll love her no matter what she identifies as.

Warnings: fear of homophobic reaction to coming out, mention of previous child loss, mention of Joel's death, Joel and readers relationship is kept vague for inclusivity purposes,

the timeline does not add up (aka Joel is dead but this is written with tlou1 Ellie in mind and DinaXEllie is a thing so idk)

DAY 6 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

WC 810

Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The room felt too small, the walls closing in on her. She had rehearsed the words a thousand times, but now, as she waited for you to come home, her mother, the person who raised her, the words seemed to tangle in her throat like a stubborn knot.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through Ellie’s window. She glanced at the family photos on her dresser—the three of them smiling, arms around each other. Her mother, always the strong one, the one who held them together after Joel's death. The one who never asked questions, who simply loved them both fiercely.

But this was different. This was her truth, and it threatened to unravel everything.

Ellie always thought that the relationship you and Joel had was odd. I suppose the normal family was one of two parents- in love, with children and maybe a dog.

But you and Joel were just two mourning parents, who both took raising Ellie and giving her a second chance at life- because god knows, she would've been dead long ago if you and Joel had left her to survive on her own

The front door creaked open, and Ellie’s pulse quickened. Your footsteps echoed down the hallway. Ellie took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her bedspread.

“Ellie?” you called. “Are you in your room sweetie?”

Ellie’s throat tightened. She stood, her legs wobbly, and opened the door and descended the staircase into the kitchen. You stood there, tired lines etched around your eyes, a paper grocery bag in one hand.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you said, smiling. “How was patrol?”

Ellie’s mouth went dry. She had to say it now, before fear silenced her forever. “Mom,” she began, her voice barely audible, “I need to tell you something.”

You set the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and turned to face her. “What is it, Ellie?”

Ellie took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”

The room seemed to hold its breath. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Ellie feared rejection. But when you stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Ellie. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you. Always.”

Tears blurred Ellie’s vision. “You’re not mad?”

You pulled back, cupping Ellie’s face in her hands. “Mad? No, Ellie. I’m proud of you. For being brave enough to share this with me.”

Ellie’s heart swelled. “I was so scared,” she admitted. “I thought—”

“—that I wouldn’t understand?” You smile was soft. “Ellie, love knows no boundaries. You’re my daughter, and that’s all that matters.”

The pair of you sat on Ellie’s bed, holding each other. Your acceptance was a lifeline, pulling Ellie from the depths of uncertainty. She had feared losing the bond they shared, but instead, it grew stronger.

“Mom,” Ellie said, her voice steady now, “I want to be true to myself. I want to love who I love without hiding.”

You nodded. “You deserve that, Ellie. And you deserve someone who loves you just as fiercely as I do.”

As the evening darkened, they talked—about crushes, about heartaches, about the beauty of love in all its forms. You shared stories of your own youth, of secrets kept and all the hearts you've seen be broken and put back together again.

Ellie realized that her mother had always known, had always seen her for who she truly was.

In the days that followed, Ellie introduced her girlfriend, Dina, to you. You'd already met Dina of course- but under the impression they were just friends- but as you watched them interact you couldn't quite believe that you had missed it

They laughed over dinner, and your eyes sparkled as she listened to their stories. “She’s a keeper,” you whispered to Ellie one night, after Dina had gone home. “Just like you.”

And so, Ellie’s truth became their truth—a thread woven into the fabric of their family. You stood by her side, unwavering, as Ellie navigated the complexities of love and identity.

As the seasons changed, Ellie found solace in your embrace, in the way that you whispered, “I love you, no matter what.” And in those moments, Ellie knew that coming out had not torn them apart, it had brought the two of you closer than ever.

In the quiet of your home in Jackson, Ellie traced your hand, feeling the strength and acceptance there.

Honestly it was embarrassing how she thought you would disapprove, she had feared losing everything, but instead, she had gained a love that transcended labels—a love that would carry her through every sunrise and sunset, every joy and sorrow.

And as Ellie leaned in for a hug, your heartbeat echoing against her own, she knew that she was home.

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I've officially downloaded grammarly and I am on a roll- I definitely think this seems more polished, I guess? Lmk if this style is something you like reading? I'm probably going to alternate between them depending on if I'm writing on my laptop or my phone.

SELF INDULGENT FIC YIPEE.

NOT PROOFREAD.

[gellavonhamster]

assigning each straw hat pirate a knight of the round table

because I am currently obsessed both with One Piece and Arthuriana; not any kind of serious AU material, just silliness; I Wrote This for Me but You Can Read If You Like

Luffy: Arthur, not due to any similarities in characterization but purely on the functional level - the boy king, the inspirational leader and, as Sun God Nika, a mythical figure believed to return when people need him the most

Zoro: Lancelot, the perfect warrior who embodies that post that's like "it's not my fault that my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill". There is no Queen Guinevere here, so all the undying devotion is aimed at the king instead. Canonically has massive tits. Mihawk is thus implied to be the Lady of the Lake, and I think that's hilarious

Nami: hear me out: Kay. Sharp-tongued, rather cynical, but loyal to a fault to his king/adopted little brother. Nami as part of the Coward Trio vs. Kay being unlucky on quests and generally the butt of the joke. Isn't known to be a great warrior but occupies an important position (navigator vs. seneschal) that keeps the ship/court going. Besides, looking from the opposite direction, I just think Kay deserves to be the hot girl

Usopp: Usopp, sweetie, I'm so sorry, but I gotta say Tristan. Because Tristan is constantly lying about his identity in the most ridiculous manner possible and it somehow works. That part in Le Morte d'Arthur when he's asked what his name is and goes "Tramtrist" and no one suspects a thing even though "Tramtrist" is just "Tristram" with syllables switched around has big Sniper King energy. Also, can't forget the beautiful blonde healer girlfriend

Sanji: oh, that's the easiest one. Gawain. The Maidens' Knight, the ladies' man, a great warrior and one of the king's closest and most trusted men. If you put together Gawain's characterizations from different texts, from SGATGK to Le Morte to the Vulgate & Post-Vulgate to Chrétien de Troyes to everything, you end up with a contradictory character who is simultaneously the best and the worst guy you'll ever meet, which is how I often feel about Sanji, tbh. Would totally fight at a tournament on behalf of a little girl. Has some kind of an epic gay thing with Lancelot

Chopper: Yvain. Son of a sorceress - ah, pardon, a woman of science; associated with animals; known to be nice and kind (the Vulgate Cycle describes him as the one "whose heart will be filled with every kindness"). Occasionally goes insane in the woods (Monster Point), but, like, who doesn't

Robin: try as I might, I can't pull any direct parallels out of my ass, but I do think that narratively she can be seen as kind of a quasi-Mordred. Since her very childhood she was proclaimed to be bad news and expected to eventually cause a catastrophe, but where Mordred, whom no one tries to persuade the prophecy doesn't define him, ends up becoming exactly what he's expected to become, Robin has people who support her and trust her even after witnessing her be the bad guy in the past, so she never becomes the evil others expect her to turn into

Franky: Sagramore the Desirous (or the Unruly, depending on the text/translation) is a big, strong, good-natured knight who probably has low blood sugar needs to have a snack after fighting because otherwise he'll pass out, much like a certain cyborg needs his cola. In the Post-Vulgate, he and Mordred were raised together, which can be linked to Frobin's fates being intertwined since childhood, because I've Connected the Dots (you didn't connect shit)

Brook: I wanted to pick a character of the older generation who nevertheless isn't a mentor figure to Arthur, and I struggle to think of a better option than Pellinore - not the predatory piece of shit in the medieval texts, but the eccentric but loveable old man in Camelot (1967). Brook is also on a quest focused on an extraordinary beast! Only he's not hunting it, he's trying to get back to it because that beast is his friend 🥺

Jinbei: I honestly don't remember if he counts as the Knight of the Round Table, but I am hereby appointing him Ector - Arthur's adoptive father and one of the nicest parental figures in Arthuriana (and probably one of the nicest people in Arthuriana, period). I've also considered Galehaut for the "(partially) non-human ruler who allies himself with Arthur" angle, but that would imply Jinbei/Zoro and I'm not ready to deal with that.

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

[renaultphile]

TC: The inevitable Bunny poll

He's not here for long, but he leaves a big impression, so, brace yourself 🐇🐇🐇

[lserver362reviews]

What a show, what a journey, what a town! I started watching Northern Exposure during the week between starting the job of my dreams and leaving a really bad workplace (one that I was desperate to go to because I was fleeing a REALLY bad workplace) in March of 2022. I finished the series tonight, the eve of my departure for my adventure from Twin Peaks to Cicely. I have followed along with the Northern OverExposure Podcast (catch me on their episode on Season 6 Episode 4 The Letter) over this year plus and have had a wonderful time live tweeting my thoughts and interacting with Northern Exposure fans and the hosts of that show, Charles and Lee. I've lost track of how many people have responded to me watching the show, irl, with, "Oh I loved that show!!" My parents (My dad said, "you don't remember when we watched that?" and I had to remind him I wasn't alive yet), my boss (who "stopped watching when Joel left"-spoiler!), my coworkers (and their siblings), my friends (who are accompanying me to the Informal Moosefest this weekend in Roslyn). I've also been able to share the show with my loved ones (showing it to my step-sisters in Montreal and showing it to my sister- the episode where Maggie turns 30 (season 4 episode 1)-a month before my sister turned 30). The Thanksgiving episode (season 4 episode 8) will be a yearly rewatch for me and my family now (my aunt was willing to watch it twice this past year). This show is never ever predictable, but always self reflective, and incredibly quirky (dream sequences or a gimmick abound). The characters are beautiful and the storylines range from profound to bonkers. The representation for Native people, gay people, hypochondriacs, strong women, hip girlies, manic pixie dream boys, and wise, as well as unwise, adults, was crucial for the time it aired on TV (maybe not all of those archetypes really needed the representation but once I started thinking about this ensemble cast I couldn't stop). I will always love the Zydeco style theme for something set so far away from the home of that music, but that's what the show is about. Finding joy in a place that maybe isn't your home. I haven't even gotten to my ideal man, love of my life, absolute smart cute sweetie boy himself, Chris Stevens. I was already a John Corbett fan but his monologues as Chris sent me over the moon. Where can I get me one of those? And if I'm getting into character specifics I also need to mention Ruth-Anne and Ed's relationship. Ed interacting with anybody (whether on a spiritual plane (One Who Waits) or a physical person (Shelly)), is a great time, but him and Ruth-Anne just have such a beautiful connection. I'm looking forward to dancing on Ruth-Anne's grave this weekend. Also I loved Mike Monroe (sue me, HE'S A LAWYER!). This show did so much with what seemed like so little. It's a straight forward premise, as it's known to Spanish speakers, "Doctor en Alaska", but what unfolded to me was much much bigger. I can't say too much about the short comings of season 6, but I never hated it. Characters acted a little more strange than usual and things felt different, maybe sometimes a little stale, but it's still the same town. It's funny to me how a fictional place, so far away, can remind me of my own hometown and state. There really is something universal in the particular. I have loved (mostly) every minute of watching this show (Maurice took the longest to grow on me) and shouting my reaction to it into the void only to have others respond (thoughtfully and with enthusiasm). It's really indicative of where I'm at in my life and I feel incredibly lucky. So thank you, everyone involved in the making of Northern Exposure, the Northern OverExposure Podcast, and anyone who lets this town into their heart. You'll find me, and many others, there. Happy Moosefest everyone, antlers up! <3

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than collars

Wrote a quick little doodle that had been floating around in my head lately, featuring Genders

The Serperior family is having a perfectly normal dinner, a few brief conversations here and there, until Breeze speaks up. "Oh yeah! Hey mom, dad, I'm transgender!"

"... What?" Pen says.

"Yeah, it's this thing I learned about today! Like, I'm a girl, but I don't really feel like a girl, so I can be something else instead!"

Quill sighs and shakes their head (I don't wanna decide which one is the mom and which is the dad because that would have Implications). "Sweetie, you're not a boy-"

"Of course not. I'm nonbinary!"

"... What?" both parents say.

"It means I'm not a girl, but I'm not a boy either. I'm something else!"

Pen rolls their eyes. "Like what, a dragon?"

"Yeah!"

Pen opens their mouth, pauses, closes it, then opens it again. "Breeze, don't be ridiculous. You're our daughter, and one day you're going to be a mother so you can give us grandchildren."

"I don't wanna be a mom, I wanna be a dragon!"

Pen sighs. "Where did we go wrong..?"

"It's just a phase, dear," Quill says, "it'll pass."

Blue speaks up. "Me being bisexual wasn't a phase."

The parents snap their gazes toward him. Quill says, "But you, you had a girlfriend for six months!"

"... Yeah. You do know what 'bisexual' means, right?"

"Oh... S-so, you'll give us grandchildren, right?"

"I dunno, maybe. Either way I think I'd rather adopt."

The parents gape. Pen's head hangs. "Well, I suppose we'll have to count on Red for grandkids."

Red, who had been eating silently, looks up. They turn to Breeze, then Blue, then the parents. "I'm gay."

[creepling]

my assumption of you based on which batman (2022) character you're attracted to

this came to my head and i thought it'd be fun to post :^)) NOTE: some of these are NSFW BUT NOT EXPLICIT.

bruce wayne

specifically this batman, you are definitely a weirdo (in the best way)

probs already a pattinson stan

you always end up in unrequited love situations

you like em strong and silent!! hell yh!!

you're the type of person to tweet "guys should paint their nails and wear eyeliner!!" bc you are so down bad for that

you like em angsty, like punching walls and screaming angsty

if someone was to make a playlist for you you'd marry them on the spot

you get so pent up when your crush takes 3-5 working days to message you back but you'll reply to them in 0.5 seconds.

doing gods work and pushing the female gaze agenda

you like dark, troubled people but have good boundaries when you see toxic traits.

100% more attractive to someone if they show no sign of loving you back

you wanna put the work in lmaoo

you like soft doms and you cherish after-care

possessiveness turns you on

probs a massive simp, like on your knees worshipping the ground they walk on kinda simp. so down bad.

selina kyle

YOUR STANDARDS ARE HIGH and rightfully so

you're very attractive and hot just like her

you have high standards when it comes to looks but personality wise you want someone that will challenge you and make you think.

if you're queer you gatekeep her from straight cis men and will run your mouth if a man says she's hot

"SHE'S FOR THE GAYS ONLY!!"

you cherish people that are vulnerable with you

you're also a very good listener and don't mind people venting to you

just overall a very emotionally intelligent person

i also get the vibes that you're not a clingy person, like you like to have space.

like overall you just have a very good taste in people because selina is an absolute chem.

you're probably an adrenaline junkie, like when you're dating you like to try new things

if you're shy tho, you look for people like selina to bring you out your shell, while still feeling safe.

you're not one for labels, you're neither a dom, sub or switch

you just do what feels right in the moment

you like to be classy, like making sure you and your partner are dressed in the finest gear and feeling confident.

edward nashton

oh boy,,,,

(side note, i'm attracted to him out of all the characters so i'm self-projecting here)

but damn, your taste is awful.

"they're hot in a pathetic way" is literally your type.

you look for non-threatening people to date but 9/10 the people you find attractive are bat-shit crazy.

MASK KINK. YOU HAVE A MASK KINK.

you probs have a "i can fix them" mentality too.

in the streets you give off sub vibes, but in the sheets you are dom asf.

you are the ultimate switch.

you fall head over heels for intelligent people

while everyone is simping for one particular person you're always drawn to the person who never gets attention

so you can have them all to yourself :^))

you like shy, not particulary strong people; but the ones that are borderline narcissists.

you're either really extroverted or really introverted no in between.

everytime you develop a crush you never tell anyone bc you know they'll say they're ugly bc they're not conventionally attractive.

ngl you have no boundaries, you like red flags bc red is "your fave colour" lmaoo.

you don't care what your partner is like as long as they have good hygiene.

ozwald copperpot

you like to be spoiled rotten

definitely a 'daddy's girl' mentality

DEFINITELY have a thing for older men

you love being called pet names like "sweetie" or "sunshine".

if someone can make you laugh, you're automatically attracted to them

you don't per-say always need validation but you love it when you get it

you love to be admired as if you're the only person in the room

you like someone with a hard front with others but are just complete softies when only with you

like you love people who look menacing physically but deep down they just need comfort

ngl i don't imagine ozzie being rough in the sheets so you like someone who is gentle

you're probs more on the sub side but can be a soft dom if your partners into it

instead of roughness you like to be petted and cuddled and told how beautiful you are

you've definitely thought about having a sugar daddy, or you already have one.

james gordon

you like older men but the ones that are non-threatening

you've probs had/have a crush on one of your friends dads

if they're not loyal you do not trust them!!

you want someone that would die for you

you appreciate good morals and people that think for themselves

you're not a homewrecker but you end up falling for people that look like they've been married for 10+ years lmaooo

you can't date people that have different political views to you

when you crush on someone you're already planning your wedding before you even go on a date with them

you take no shit from anyone and hate liars

you probs have good boundaries and prioritise surrounding yourself with good people

when your love isn't appreciated, it breaks your heart

not good at handling violence, it makes you cringe.

you're quite vanilla when it comes to the deed. you like the 'making love' type of thing

like just very intimate and passionate

and you don't like to do it very often, so when you're in the mood you can make the moment extra special

[hyperfix8tionst8tion]

New Girl (Part 1)

Author's note: this takes place in an AU where there's no upside down, or vecna, or anything. I just want to write about Eddie without him dying okay :( also ik he's gay canonically but again this is an AU

TW: drug use (weed), briefly mentions a car accident

I looked at myself in the mirror, looking over my outfit for the millionth time. It's nothing special- ripped up jeans, an AC/DC tshirt, slip on doc martens and my favorite black sweatshirt.

"Y/N! You're going to be late!" I sigh at my moms voice coming from the stairs and grab my backpack off the floor. It's hard enough being the new kid, but being the new kid at the end of your senior year? Actually the worst. My younger brother, Jackson, was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. I grabbed a piece of toast that my mother prepared off the counter and take a seat across Jackson. "Sweetheart, why do you still have those jeans? I bought you new clothes!" I glance at my outfit and tug at the hem of my tshirt. I shrug.

"These are comfortable. I like them."

"I think she looks cool." Jackson pipes in and I smile at him. My mom sighs and hands us each a sack lunch. We each give her a hug goodbye and run to the garage for our bikes. We bike to school together, locking them next to each other at the bike locks. Jackson is a freshman so we nod our goodbyes and go our seprate ways into Hawkins High.

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Lunch couldn't be here soon enough. I scan the cafateria for an empty place to sit and quickly make my way towards a table next to the window. I peel my backpack off and grab my sack lunch from inside. I'm eating my sandwich and staring out the window when there's a commotion all of a sudden. I look over to see a boy with long hair walking across the next table over, monologing about something. I see a blonde jock stand up and say something to him, calling him a freak. The boy with the long hair stuck his tongue out, putting his hands up to his head to resemble horns. As he turned to walk back to his seat, our eyes met and I looked away quickly, feeling my stomach flip. The long haired boy jumped off the table and he was out of my sight. I finished my lunch and before I knew it, the bell was ringing.

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I was sitting at the dinner table with my mom and brother, talking about our day. Mom works two jobs, and today she had time to eat dinner with us before heading to her night job. Jackson started talking about D&D, his favorite game that he used to play with his friends back home. Er, in Portland. This is home now. Hawkins is home.

"Actually, mom, is it okay if I go play D&D with a group of guys from school? Dustin, my new friend, asked if I could join their campain. Please?!" He placed his hands together in front of him and gave mom a puppy dog pout. She laughed at his begging before giving him a nod.

"Y/N, sweetie, you'll have to go with him so he's not riding back home alone." I groan.

"Do I have to? What am I going to do while they play?" I asked, seriously wondering what in the world you were going to do for hours.

"I'm sure you have homework you could do." My mom answered, gaining another groan in response.

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Jackson and I are making our way to the room they play D&D in, Jackson giddy with excitement next to me. When we enter, everyone stops and stares. The long haired boy from earlier sat with his legs dangling over the right side. Our eyes meet like they did in the cafateria, only this time he gives you a breathtaking smile. My stomach flips the same way it did earlier, and I look down at the ground before anyone can see the red I can feel spreading across my face.

"Jackson! You made it! I'm so happy to see you!" A kid with a trucker hat says, walking up to your brother and hugging him like they've known each other for years. "And uh, who's this?" He asked, looking at you.

"This is Y/N, my sister. She's just here to hang out." He says, almost as if he's reassuring them. The long haired boy waltzed over to us and gave a shit eating grin, looking to the boy with the hat before looking at my brother.

"You must be Jackson. And you're Y/N. Welcome to my lair." He theatrically raises his arms around towards the room, walking back to his seat, and I couldn't help but smile.

"That's Eddie, he's the DM." Jackson whispers towards me. Eddie.

I sat away from the table as they played, sketching in the old sketchpad I always carry with me. I've always liked drawing the characters my brother describes in his games, and doodling while they play becomes pretty fun. I glance up to see Eddie peaking over his folder, squatting on the chair, telling the story in the most animated way that there was no doubt in my mind: I had to draw him. I quickly turn to a blank page and furiously start drawing, trying to get as much detail before he switches positions. I glance up a few times while I draw, and when I looked up for the final time, Eddie was already staring back at me. I felt my face turn red at being caught, turning away in the hopes that my hair would cover my face. I quickly turn a page and begin aimlessly scribbling. Finally, the game is over and the boys start packing up. Eddie walks over to me and he doesn't look as confident as he did earlier. He looks shy, nervous almost.

"Hey, uh, hope our game didn't bore you too much." I smiled and shook my head.

"I was busy drawing anyway, so time went by pretty fast." I reply, thankful my voice didn't shake from my nerves.

"Yea I saw that, can I see? What you drew, I mean." He gave me this smile that made me melt, his eyes soft and light. I suddenly became self conscious about my drawings and shake my head. "I respect that. If you ever change your mind though, I'd love to see." I look down as I give him one solid nod, hoping he doesn't notice how red my face got in this darkly lit room.

"So uh, you're a senior right?" Eddie asks, actual curiosity in his voice. "I think we have the same study hall." We do. I want to tell him, but I don't want to sound too eager. How could I not notice him, with his boisterous laugh and big energy. He's one of those people you can feel walk into a room.

"Do we?" I smile at him, wanting to let this moment last. He opens his mouth to answer when suddenly Jacksons face appears in front of me.

"Can we go? I'm starving." I roll my eyes at my little brother and grab my bag from the ground. You all walk outside in a group, the boys chattering away about the game. I start to unlock my bike when I hear someone approach me.

"You guys are riding back home? No. No, I'll give you a ride." It was Eddie, and he had his hands on his hips while he watched me unlock my bike. I laughed at his words and shook my head.

"Thank you, but we're okay to ride back." I replied, giving him a reassuring smile. He shook his head, one hand still on his hip with the other rubbing the back of his neck.

"Your bikes fit in the back of my van. It's dark and foggy, I'm not gonna let the new girl and her brother get lost." Eddie said, matter-of-factly. I realized that he was right, it wasn't a good night to ride bikes in a new town. I gave him a quick nod before giving him my thanks. Eddie helps me load up our bikes into his van, we say our goodbyes to the others, and we get in. I sat shotgun with Eddie, even though I really wanted to sit in the back with Jackson. The ride was silent except for the music blaring through the speakers. A few times, I felt Eddie look over at me while he drove and it took everything in me not to return the gaze. I told Eddie where to turn and our ride was soon over. Jackson hopped out of the van and ran towards the house, not bothering to grab his bike. Eddie didn't make a move, and I followed suit. He cleared his throat.

"Would you maybe want to come over? We could get a pizza and I dunno, listen to music?" My head quickly turned to look at him, unsure if he was really asking me to hang out. Me? The new girl?

"I would but my mom would kill me for leaving Jackson alone. She's working." I reply, a pit falling into my stomach as the disappointment ran across his face. It was brief, but enough. He quickly smiled and said, "In that case, would you mind some company?"

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We had some pizza delivered, which made Jackson happy enough not to question why Eddie was here. Jackson took his pizza and went to the living room, turning on the tv before sitting right in front of it. Eddie and I sat at the kitchen table, our pizzas untouched in front of us. After what felt like the longest awkward silence of my life, I stood up and put my piece of pizza back in the box. Eddie followed suit and I motioned for him to follow me. We went out back, to our small concrete porch. I sat in one of the lawn chairs and Eddie sat next to me.

"I was hoping the fog cleared up so we could see the stars." I say, a little saddness in my voice. Eddie looked up at the sky anyway, like he was searching for something. Finally he points.

"Do you see that? Some of the stars are visible. Look." I glanced up to where he was pointing and saw dim lights behind the fog. We stayed like that, staring at the sky, for awhile.

"Why did you want to hang out?" I ask as casually as possible, hoping he doesn't get upset. He smiled at the sky before answering.

"You caught my eye, Y/N." He glanced down at me and even though I could feel the red creeping over my cheeks, I didn't look away. He continued. "You're this new girl, with the makeup and the boots and the tshirt, which of course is going to pique my interest. But then you show up to our D&D campaign. Sure, you're not playing but you're paying attention. And that's, pft, so hot." Eddie is rambling at this point as a smile spreads across my face.

"How do you know I was paying attention?" I say, leaning forward so my elbows were resting on my knees, propping my head up in my palms.

"Because I could tell. You'd pause with us, laugh with us, all while you were drawing. It's like... were you drawing the story?" He asks, a curious glint in his eyes. I swallow, nerves building in my stomach. I didn't notice until now how close our knees were, how close Eddie was. I could smell him: cigarettes, musk, and this faint earthy smell I recognize as weed. I shrug.

"Now I really want to see your drawings." I laugh at Eddie's statement, earning a kind smile from him.

"They're more like doodles." I say and this time it's Eddie who laughs. "Whenever Jackson would retell the game to me, I'd try to draw the creatures. So I wasn't drawing the story exactly...." I let my sentence drift off, not knowing what else to say. He nods, as if in approval.

"You say that as if it would change my mind."

"And did it?" He shook his head.

"Not even slightly, princess." I held my breath at the name he called me, not sure how to respond. I glance at him and he's already looking at me, smiling the kindest smile I've ever seen. How is it that this boy has me feeling this way already?

"I'll only show you if you promise not to laugh." I say. Eddie crossed an X over his heart before I got up to grab my sketchbook from inside. When I came back out, Eddie was smoking a thin white joint. When he saw me, he quickly put it out and coughed as if he was trying to cover something up. I laughed and rolled my eyes. The smell of weed brought me back to Portland, and dad. It filled me with saddness. I tried to shake it off before sitting down. Eddie had moved his chair so it was next to mine instead of in front, making it so our thighs touched ever so slightly. I tried not to pay attention to it, tried not to think about the fact that he was so close I could feel his body heat. I flipped the book open to a random page, and there were colorful creatures covering it.

"May I?" Eddie asked, holding his hands out as if to ask if he could hold it. I passed the sketchbook to him and he flipped through the art. His face was focused, looking at the details under the dim porch light. "Y/N... you're really good. Especially of these are 'just doodles' like you said. These are just...." he stops, staring at the page in front of him. He's holding the sketchpad up so I can't see what page he's gawking at, until it hits me. I drew Eddie during the game. My face flushed with embarrassment and I immediately covered my face with my hands.

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I just-"

"Sorry? You're sorry for drawing what's probably the best drawing of me ever done?" He holds out the sketchbook so I can see my own drawing, the lines a mess and the blending chaotic. He put the sketchbook on his lap and grabbed my hands with his, bringing them away from my face. I could feel the cool of his rings touching my skin, giving me goosebumps. Or was is just the mere feeling of Eddie's rough hands holding mine? "You're talented, princess. Really fucking talented." I smiled at the name this time, feeling proud of my artwork. Mom never understood why I loved drawing so much, but dad did. He's the one who bought me this sketchbook. I'll be sad when it's full and I have to get a new one.

"Thank you Eddie. I don't show anyone except Jackson my art, so that means a lot." He gives my hands a squeeze before releasing them. He hands my sketchbook back to me and smiles.

"Do you uh, do you smoke pot?" He asked, picking up the joint from earlier. I wasn't sure how to respond, considering I've never smoked weed before, just smelt it when dad thought he was being secretive. For whatever reason, I trust Eddie. So I nod. His smile quickly turns mischievous, putting the joint in his mouth to light it. After a few puffs from it, he hands it to you. Just inhale, Y/N. You'll be okay. I reassured myself. I take the joint from his fingers and take a puff. I cough so much that Eddie starts to laugh.

"Shut... up." I say between coughs, until I'm laughing too. I pass the joint back to him, and we smoke the entirety of it. I feel good, a little lightheaded, but good. Relaxed. Eddie's staring at the sky again, clearer now than it was earlier, and I can't help but admire him. His long eyelashes, the shape of his nose, the way his lips are parted slightly.

"I can feel you staring at me Y/N." He sings without looking at me. I turn away, blushing, before I feel his hand grab mine. He's stroking the top of my hand with his thumb and the action is comforting. I turn to face him again and he's smiling at me. "You should sit with us at lunch. You and Jackson." Eddie says softly, never leaving my gaze. I smile and give him a nod. "Are you doing anything this during Spring Break?"

"My mom works, so I gotta stay here with Jackson." I say quietly, knowing full well that Jackson doesn't need me to stay at home with him.

"What about your dad? Does he work too?" Eddie asks softly, not knowing that those simple words were enough to knock the wind out of me.

"He.. he uh.." I started, unable to find words. Eddie squeezed my hand, seeming to notice my desperate attempt to communicate.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay. You don't have to talk about him. Forget I asked." He put his other hand up and brushed away at the air. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"He died in December. Car accident." I say, so quietly I almost think he doesn't hear me. I hear him shift beside me, and when I look over he's facing me.

"Y/N. I'm so sorry." I open my mouth to say something, but instead I'm surprised by a tear falling from my eye. Eddie reaches over with his free hand and brushes it away, resting his palm on my cheek. I push my cheek into his hand as I feel more tears form. Suddenly, Eddie's arms are around me, enveloping me with his smell. I wrap my arms around him and cry. I wasn't sobbing or anything, that would be embarrassing. We hug for what feels like forever before breaking apart. Eddie looked at me, hands on my cheeks.

"Thank you. For being nice." I say, smiling at him. He brushes what's left of the tears away with his thumbs before dropping his hands.

"You don't have to thank me, princess. From here on out, I'll always be here for you if you ever need to talk." He smiles the softest smile and I swear my heart skips a beat. We talked for hours, about everything and anything. It was like I've always known him. Eddie finally stood up and stretched, checking his watch.

"Shit, it's 3 in the morning." He murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I should probably let you get your beauty rest. Although, it's not like you need it. You're already breathtaking." He says to me, smiling his wide smile. I roll my eyes, smile, and stand up too. We walk inside to find Jackson asleep on the couch, TV still on. I walk Eddie to the front door and when he gets there, he stops to look at me.

"What's up Eddie?" I whisper, not wanting to wake up my brother who was only a few feet away.

"Do you have paper and a pen?" He whispers back, pretending to scribble in the air. I grab a small notepad and a pencil from the junk drawer in the kitchen and give them to Eddie. He scribbles something down and hands it back to me. I look down to see a series of numbers, and smile. "Call me if you want to hang out during spring break, yea?"

Part 2:

[wattpadscapcons]

Hiii!!! Sinds the ask box isn't full yet, I have a request.

though I'm not sure if you'll want to write this, I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask (Pls don't give me a strike). Could we get a Kapi x reader who has parents that say the tourette syndrome is made up please?

I'm super sorry if you don't like my ask, you can ignore it then for sure. I don't want to disrespect you I promise! I'm also sorry for my (probably) bad English.

-Uncertain Anon

Uncertain Anon, sweetie, this is angst you're asking for. But you didn't say how you wanted it to end so I'm turning it to FLUFF!

Tw: Slight Angst

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Kapi w/ Your Nonbelieving Parents

- You knew they were wrong

- You knew it very well

- The fact that they even let the words fall onto deaf ears in the first place made you angry

- What also made you angry about this, you may ask?

- The fact that they had the balls to say it right in front of your boyfriend

- "Tourette's is just another made up disease they use to label people with serious issues!" "The fact they even say it exists at all makes me lose that much more faith in our government...."

- When your boyfriend tried to protest their opinions they only turned to insulting him

- "You're wrong, Tourette's is real! I should know! I've dealt with it my entire life!" "Oh, now is it now? Unlike your nonexistent manners." "What did you expect dear, the boy is a rapper, they don't have a respectful bone left in their body. Have you hear the ways they sing about the justice system?" "You have no shame, do you?" "I...I..."

- You weren't going to have him sit through this verbal abuse

- "Kapi, we're leaving, now." "Y/N, sweetie? Where are you going?" "Y/N, don't you dare leave with that moron!" "I'm not coming back if all you do is insult the person I love most, so you can f*** off for all I care."

- You didn't give them the time to respond to that, you grabbed Kapi and drove back to your shared apartment

- "I'm really sorry about them Kapi, they're so set in their own ways that they couldn't even perceive that 'perfect' people like them could be so cruel." "I....just hate that they targeted me for something I can't control..." "I get it. I know it's hard enough to just live with the disease itself, it's a whole other issue when people insult you over it.-" "It wasn't just that, why the hell did they assume I was being disrespectful just because of my job?" "Because they're morons that are still living in the 1970s when gays weren't allowed to marry." "I- I don't get why they felt the need to insult me! I can't help that I have this issue! I can't control anything about it! AND YET THEY JUST HAD TO-"

- You stopped him by hugging him to your chest

- "Kapi, they don't know a damn thing. I know it's real, and we aren't going anywhere near them until they apologize to you." "We?" "I'm on your side here. You think I want to be around them after they invalidated your medical condition? Hell no." "I feel so....drained." "Emotionally?" "Yeah." "Let's just go to bed then. I'll turn my phone off, I know they're just going to be calling all night." "What's going to happen when they show up here because you didn't answer?" "I'll call the cops, I'm not dealing with their bulls*** again. You are the most important person to me right now, if they can't understand that, then they don't need to be in my life."

- You ended up cuddling up to Kapi, making sure that he'd be ok

- "I'm ok...I can just shake this off! It's like with the people who don't like my music, they don't have to listen to it." "True. I'm still not moving from this position though, you're still shaking too much." "I-I'm sorry, I can't really help it, I'm still angry." "I am too. Believe me."

- You ignored your parents many attempts to get into contact with you after this event

- You are constantly making sure to avoid places they frequent as well, as to save both you and your boyfriend from being retraumatized

- He may still have some issues with people because of this, but if someone even insinuates that his condition is real....

- Then you're going to show them a world full of pain

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Side Note: If any one of you think you can get away with invalidating someone's medical conditions, you're surely mistaken. That kind of behavior is not tolerated by me or my blog, and I will personally report you. On another note I hope you enjoyed this!

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 6

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

I sat on my bed, phone in hand trying to think of what to say to Kyotani. I would type out a few words then immediately delete it, because it sounded really dumb or really desperate. "Why is this so hard?" I groaned. I could say whatever to Iwaizumi and Oikawa and it wouldn't bother me later on, but with Kyotani...I just really don't want to mess this up. I looked back down at my phone screen, took a deep breath and typed.

Me: Hey Kyotani, it's me Y/n, did you make it back home?

I held my phone to my chest, I didn't even want to see the speech bubble pop up. But when it did, and my phone dinged, my stomach did a backflip. I looked at my phone.

Kyotani: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah? That was all he typed? I sighed slightly, well, he never was a man of many words.

Me: That's good. So, about coming over again. How does tomorrow night sound?

"Wow, way to be clingy." I mutter.

Kyotani: Sounds good.

I blinked a few times. "Whoa really? That worked?"

Me: Cool! I'll see you then.

Kyotani: See ya.

I let out a weak sigh and fell back onto my bed. Before I fell asleep I went back to the texts and changed Kyotani's name to:

🐶Mad Puppy🐶

He might have the personality of a feral wolf, but he could be as cute a little puppy. I smiled softly before drifting off to sleep.

Your P.O.V

Your alarm jerked your awake early the next day. With a groan you sat up and turned it off and checked your phone, you gasped when you saw what day it was. "It's Saturday!!" You cheered before flopping back down on your bed. It might be immature for you to act like a child when it came to the weekend, but Jesus did you hate waking up early to go to some boring classes for eight hours a day. Besides, you had a very important day ahead of you. Tonight was the night you went over to Kyotani's place for dinner. The grin on your face only grew wider. "It's like a date...only his mom is going to be there too..."

Speaking of moms, you needed to tell your mom you wouldn't be home early tonight. "Oh great. She's never going to get off my back over this." You sighed. You got up and changed out of your pajama's and into some comfy clothes before heading downstairs. Your mother was just on her way out it the door once you got to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey mom!" You called, making her stop. "Yes sweetie?" She turns to face you. "Um, is it cool if I go over to a friends for dinner tonight?"

"Hm? You mean Iwaizumi?" She asks. "No, not him."

"Oikawa?"

"No."

"...uh, then who?" She mutters.

"A new friend. Remember that intense guy I told you about? His name is Kyotani." You tell her. "Huh, I see. Well first I'm happy that you're making new friends sweetie." Your mother smiled. "But are you sure this "intense" guy is a friend? I just want to make sure you're not being bullied."

"I'm not being bullied. He is a pretty angry person at times but, he's actually really cool too." Your mother took a minute to think about it. "Alright, you can go. Do apologize to them for me. I won't be there."

"You won't?" Your mother shook her head. "I work late tonight. I won't be home until midnight. Which I expect you to be home before then, understand?" Your mother raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I promise. I'll tell them." Your mother pats your head and opened the front door. "Good, I'll see you later." She waves before leaving the house. "Of course you're working late again." You mutter as you walk into the living room. It never use to bother you as much before, but the more you thought about it and the more you watch her leave, the more it bothered you. She was always working, even during the weekends. You two hardly ever talked at times. You sat on the couch and decided to watch your favorite show to pass the time.

After a while, your phone dinged.

Shittykawa: Heeeeeey L/n-Chan! Wanna hang out? I'm free all day~😙

. . . . .

Shittykawa: Don't ignore me!😫

You: That was my answer.

Shittykawa: Your answer was pure silence?

You: Yeah. ��

Shittykawa: Whatever.🙄 What are you up to?

You: Lazying about. Something you would know well huh, Lazykawa?

Shittykawa: So. Rude. What about later tonight?

You: Can't. I have plans.

Shittykawa: Liiiiike?

You: What's it to you?

Shittykawa: Come on! The least you can do is tell me!

You: Uggggh! I have dinner plans with Kyotani ok!?

. . .

You: Shittykawa?

Shittykawa: YOU HAVE A DATE WITH MAD DOG!?

You: It's not a date!!!

Shittykawa: Really? You? Him? Dinner??? Is it not clicking L/n-Chan?

You: His mom is going to be there, dumbass.

Shittykawa: I just can't believe it... You. And Mad Dog??? Of all people???

Me: What's so wrong with that?

Shittykawa: First, I can't believe you chose him over me 😭 Second, he's not exactly the ladies man. He's more the, scare and intimidate everyone he comes in contact with, man.

Me: Oh shut up Shittykawa. Kyotani's cool. Now if you'll excuse me, he's texting me right now. So I'm gonna get to that if you don't mind 😡 Besides, we all know you gay af.

You didn't bother to read what Oikawa texted next.

Mad Puppy: Hey. You still on for tonight?

You: Yeah totally! I'm really looking forwards to it.

Mad Puppy: Cool. My mom's been pestering me about it all fucking morning. It's like she's trying to play matchmaker. It's ducking creepy.

Your heart twinged a bit at that.

You: Oh yeah? Sorry to hear that.

Mad Puppy: It's whatever. Just telling you ahead of time, she's gonna keep this up the whole night. I just know she is. Anyway, I'll call you later ok? I gotta take Killer on a walk.

You: Ok. Talk to you later.

You bury your face in your hands. You had a feeling that tonight was going to take a lot out of you.

Later that night you stayed close by your phone, just waiting for that call from Kyotani. You had already gotten ready ahead of time, just so you would have to be in a rush later. You wore a short (color) dress with leggings.

(I know that must suck, but give me a break idk what outfit description would satisfy you all lol)

You didn't want to be super dressy but you didn't want to look like a bum in front of Kyotani and his mom. Speaking of, your phone lit up as the ringer went off. You scramble to pick up your phone before answering. "H-hello?"

"Hey, just checking in. You all ready to go?"

"Yep, I'm ready. I'll be over soon."

"Oh uh, actually...I'm on my way to your place....I didn't want you to walk alone at night."

You held back an "aw", you knew it would make him mad. "That's really nice of you Kyotani. Thank you."

"Yeah, I just figured you'd feel more comfortable if you were with someone. Anyway, I'll be there in a few."

"Ok. I'll see you then." You hung up and held your phone to your chest, the brightest smile on your face. Who knew Kyotani could be so nice? You never thought that you would have fallen for someone who looks pissed 24/7, but here you are.

Shortly after, Kyotani was knocking at your door. You took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi." You say softly. "Hey." He responds. "You ready to go?" You nod and walk out the door before shutting it. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention, my sister will be there too." He tells you. "Really? What's she like?"

"She's a l bitch." Kyotani says bluntly. "Oh come on." You laugh. "Is she really that horrible?" Kyotani nods. "Yep." You just rolled your eyes. You didn't have a brother or sister, but you understood that siblings would pick fights and "resent" each other from time to time. "Is your dad gonna be there too?" Kyotani remained silent, his eyes narrowed. "No." Oh....You decided not to press for more questions, not yet at least. You didn't want to ruin the night by bringing up touchy subjects.

Before you knew it, you were at his home. Kyotani knocked on the door, which was immediately answered by his mom and Killer, who was barking and jumping on you. "Oh, look at you Y/n! You look stunning! Doesn't she Kentaro?" His mom gushed. Kyotani nods. "Come on in! Dinner is just about ready!" You thanked her before stepping inside. At the table was a girl with black hair and the same yellow eyes as Kyotani sat. She wasn't really paying attention to anything or anyone, aside from her phone, which she tapped away on. "Natsuki, we have a guest. Put that thing down for once!" Her mom says as she walks to the stove. Natsuki sighs heavily and puts her phone down. "Hey." She mutters. "You my dumb little brother's girlfriend or something?" You and Kyotani's faces turn red.

"Shut your trap, Natsuki!" Kyotani growls. "She's way too pretty for you, mutt." She smirks. "I said shut it!"

"Both of you shut up!" Their mother yells. "Sorry about my two idiots Y/n." She smiles. You just wave it off. "Uh, don't worry about it." Kyotani and Natsuki's mother set down a very delicious meal on the table. Everyone sat down and gave thanks for the meal before digging in. "Wow. This is really good!" You say as you take another bite. Kaori smiles warmly. "I'm glad you like it. You should take some home for your family. I may have gotten carried away and made a little too much. I was just so surprised that my son brought over such a sweet and beautiful young lady!" Kyōtani grumbles a curse under his curse. Your face warmed up. "I'm kinda surprised myself." You admit.

"Same here. Ken has always been weird. Never thought girls would be interested in him." Natsuki says bluntly. "Tsk. And I never thought guys would be into you, guess I was right, huh?" Kyotani counters. The two siblings were caught in a glare off with each other. "I say cut it out, both of you!" Kaori hissed.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about school, and marriage, much to Kyotani's dismay, and just causal convo. There were more compliments about how nice and cute you were from his mom, and some questions from his sister for you like "so how much did my brother pay you to hang out with him?". They had to be one of the most chaotic family you've met, but you did enjoy their company. It was getting late, time for you to head home. Once again, Kyotani walked you home. "Thanks again." You smile softly. "Yeah, sorry about my mom and sister. Must have been exhausting." You shook your head. "They were great. I had a really good time tonight. Make sure you get back home safe ok?" Kyotani nods. "See ya." He turned ad walked away.  You wave before walking inside your home. Your mother still wasn't home, you decided to head up stairs and catch up on your favorite anime.

While watching, your phone dinged. You looked down to see a text from Kyotani.

🐶Mad Puppy🐶 I had a good time too. Night

You smiled and texted back.

You Good night 😊

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[bitchesgetriches]

Hi bitches, and other asks: a request and some cultural advice for those looking to relocate to Europe given the impending shitshow stateside. You all have my deepest sympathy. I don't envy y'all.

Firstly, please could you stop using the term "Asylum" for "relocation to Europe because I don't like the state of the US."

There's two very different reasons for this: Firstly, while I absolutely know that some of you are in real shitty situations, asylum has a pretty specific meaning and conflating "the US is not living up to the standards of a functional modern democracy and institutionally homophobic" (true!) with "my country is locked in the middle of a brutal proxy war, the US military dropped cluster bombs on my home, and it's a capital offence to be gay" is a bit of a shitty thing to do.

Secondly, and simply, because you won't get it. Not a single EU country will grant you Asylum. We're (wrongly, IMO) finding reasons to turn away the Afghanis and the Yemenis. Whatever *our* thoughts on the merits of your case, you just don't have a gnats chance in hell. So if you're looking for *asylum* resources you're gonna bark yourselves up the wrong tree. Wrong playbook, sweetie.

So how *do* you come over? Glad you asked. Look for Schengen work visa requirements, look for countries that allow student immigration to study and specifically ones that allow you to stay and find a job afterwards, look for shortage occupations in your chosen country (which usually come with more relaxed requirements) and build your skillsets around them, learn the national language and learn it well. Research which countries offer a the most realistic path to citizenship for you once you live there and work on meeting every single one of those requirements (as a general guide, most European countries are 5-7 years of residency plus culture and language tests). Like it or not, Europe will treat you as an economic migrant. So goddamnit be one that they can't say no to.

As for citizenship by descent - there's about 7 EU countries that offer it, plus Spain for descendents of Spanish Sephardic Jews. Each country has different rules, so check each one. As another general guide, you're going to likely need at minimum a grandparent born on their soil.

And lastly, a few social tips: If you're gonna go down this route, please, please be respectful. I say this mostly for your own ability to make friends in Europe rather than gatekeeping, because depending on how you go about this is gonna depend whether you get here and you're welcomed, or whether you're another goddamn yank coming over here, shouting their mouth off and thinking she's European (it doesn't matter if you're Texas born and bred, you're a yank to us - hey I didn't say we weren't ignorant too 😉). Nothing, nothing pisses off a European faster than an American whose grandma once drank a glass of whisky while singing auld lang syne saying "Hey, I'm scotch just like you!". Honey, you're American. (and that's okay!) No one in Europe care about your hypenated Americanisms and on the whole we find it a really weird cultural phenomenon (not meant to sound harsh! Just meant as a cultural explainer). So however excited you are about discovering your grandda came over from Co. Mayo, get used to embracing the fact that, to us, you're American. American-American. So live it! You'll make loads of friends if you take a slightly self-depricatory approach to your country, share weird things America does and generally accept in advance that Europe - as far as the Europeans are concerned at least - is just better in every way and there's no point fighting it. Americans who act (mostly) like Europeans are really pretty welcome over here and you will likely get showered with praise for how you're "not like other Americans". (I apologise for this in advance. It's cringe. I know.)

All in all, be respectful, learn, and don't treat people's cultures as objects. Europeans can get VERY defensive. Americans (and other europeans) who pick up second citizenships for economic reasons rather than cultural reasons are often kinda frowned upon by the residents of that country, so don't go shouting to strangers about how you obtained citizenship to run away from America - people don't appreciate their citizenship being considered transactional or a cape to be worn when it's useful. Many European countries have laws requiring renouncing any and all previous citizenships upon taking theirs for exactly that reason.

All that shit aside - good luck. None of this is meant to scare you, but hopefully to give you a good grounding of how to approach this socially as well as practically. And of course, Europe is a wide and diverse place. All this is generalisations, but you will find pockets and places where this is different as surely as you'll find die hard trumpers in the most liberal 'burbs of California. Hey, we even have a few over here. Do what I say, not what I do: no one likes someone who generalises all Europeans with the same brush - there's a world of different cultures and traditions and it's a myriad of places - one of which I hope makes you feel very welcome. Good luck getting out, kiddo. You're gonna be fine.

I have nothing to add. This is such wonderfully kind and nuanced advice. We’re so glad you wrote in to share! 

[assassinationtipsforladies]

I have this theory that Ben Wyatt was supposed to be bi, but the network never had the guts to pull the ripcord on that plot line. I mean there was

And the Picard/Data slashfic (how do you think he'd have responded to Picard the show I wonder)

But there were also several times throughout the series he expressed that he found a certain man or other attractive. It was usually played for laugh but not like he didn't mean it....

How great would a scene in the finale have been, Leslie and Ben are talking in bed one night. Ben has had a luncheon with the Southern Indiana LGBT+ caucus or something and one of the speakers was about compulsory heterosexuality and how hard it was to accept he was also attracted to men when he knew he was attracted to women. They turn off the lights and Ben says "Honey, I think I might be bi." Lesley says "yeah, I know. I've always known. Donna has a pool on when you'll realise it. Lots of people don't have gay thoughts, sweetie. I never even had gay thoughts about Ann and she's a majestic multiracial sea cucumber." long pause then Ben responds "I guess it doesn't change anything. I mean we're married, and I don't want to be with anyone else. But still, it's nice to know"

[popculturebuffet]

*Goofy and Launchpad are hanging a banner*

Banner: CONGRADULATIONS SENIOR WOODCHUCK VIOLET!

Huey: Excellent work guys.. and it only took three hours, four broken lamps.. several jabs in the eyes.. some bloodloss but you did it.

Dewey and Louie: (Walk in)

Louie: So what's all this?

Huey: A party for violet.. I thought she deserved a celebration.. I mean her parents took her out after but you can't get enough and I got one even though I turned it down because I did a terrible thing to try and get it.

Della: And i'm proud of you sweetie... (Has been there thewhole time with boyd, both in uniform)

Huey: I also thought I should bring some of our fellow woodchucks.. but most were small children and our house is a deathtrap on a normal day so for obvious reasons I invited the nigh indescrutable robot who my best friend can repair and my mom who lives here. I mean mom still counts. She's also going to try and start corunning meetings since .. how do I put this nicely.

Della: Launchpad your a terrible Chuckleader

Launchpad: Entirely accurate. And you look hot in that uniform

Della: Also entirely accurate. And while throwing a party for the person who defeated you in compettition isn't MY style, I prefer to sulk and swear vengance, I am PROUD of you for being the bigger duck. Metaphorically she's not a duck and her hair gives her a slight advantage.

Boyd: I"m just happy to be invited. As was my brother.

Louie: HUEY NO HUEY WHY HUEY WHY

Huey: "A woodchuck always invites another woodchuck"..though thankfully the guidebook also says "A woodchuck always obeys restraining orders" so the most he can do is creepily lurk outside.

Doofus:(Breathing heavily and creepily into the closest window from outside)

Louie: Eugh... but we're not going outside for this? Please say no.

Huey: We were but for obvious reasons I cancled the outside portion. I also laid out the solicitor traps with picutres of goldie so HOPEFULLy he'll evnetually end up in one of those. Your my brother, I take your eneimies as seriously as I do my oath as a junior woodchuck. Plus he scares me too.

BOYD: Oh he's not so bad. He stopped holding a knife to my throat while I was powered down after mama and poppa told him to only three times!

Webby: (Riding in on a cartload of snacks and books ) I got the suplies for your party! Almonds like she likes, some salmon and some light reading. You are such a good friend.

Louie: Sure that's ALLL he wants to be.

Huey: (panicked) yeah of COURSE I do... why would you say that?

Dewey: Ohhh Huey's got a girlfriend, huey's got a girlfriend, come on eveyrbody!

Dewey and Della: Huey's got a girlfriend, huey's got a girlfriend!

Boyd: HUEY"S GOT A PARTNER TO SHARE HIS HOPES AND DREAMS WITH MOCKING TONE

Dewey: Your learning buddy

Boyd: We have never met before.

Dewey: We haven't have we? ... why haven't we? I always wanted a robot buddy to laugh at my jokes and do wacky hyjinks with.

Boyd: And I always wanted a third friend!

Della: Sorry son force of habit.

Huey: I do not like violet.. just because she's pretty.. and smarter than me.. and she smells nice.. which I only know because she flew me out of danger after I didn't do the same in a moment of weakness... and she's also awwkawrd with people... and fine I do.

Webby: EHHHH MY BROTHER LIKES MY BEST FRIEND... I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. WE NEED A PLAN.

Huey: I have one it's called be nice and hope she notices.

Della: Oh baby child no. You have to actually make a move. Don't be like your uncle donald

Donald: (Burts in from the back) Stop telling the boys that! I mean it's probably true but it hurts.

Della: I was telling dewey to actually MAKE a move and not just wait for her to notice.

Donald: Oh... then your mother is absolutley right.

Huey: You taught me that!

Donald: And I was very wrong and i'm very much alone and i'll probably die alone aside from you guys. I'm okay with that.

Della: Okay i'm going to put a pin in that because your going to die alone over my dead body.

Donald: We talked scrooge out of us sharing a casket though.

Della: Again pin my baby needs me, Huey just be honest, be yourself... and just don't corner her.. just ask her nicely to go to a movie, or a library or an abandoned condo built on an native american buiral ground.

Webby: Thanks again for the date spot suggestion by the way. Lena loved it.

Della: your welcome. I have enoguh mom for all of you.. includingt he tiny robot and the grown man who misses his child.

Goofy: Awwww...

Louie: Wait why IS goofy here?

Donald: He's rooming with me. I still had the spare room and he has empty nest.. plus he needs a new house after the old one burned down.

Goofy: It's just like college!

Huey: But I"m.. scared okay? besides her being objectivley better than me, I had BOYD run the satstics.

BOYD: But your still great.

Huey: Thank you, what if she dosen't want that or dosen't feel that way?

Louie: Then you'll be awkard around each other for a while.. you were going to be ANYWAY if you don't tell her and either way the awkward goes away. You got this man. She's a nerd, your a nerd, your all nerds.

Launchpad: (Happily) hey!

Louie: You got this. We're all in your corner.

Doofus: (from outside still) Even me... though if you fail i'm going for that.

Webby: (cheerfully) If you even THINK about hitting on my best friend again I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and bury you where no will ever find you.

Doofus: Ohhhh I won't.. your much more intresting.

Webby: Ewwwww.. I have a girlfriend. Also your objectivley disgusting in every way shape or form.

Doofus: Well I (gun cocks) Am being threatned by your help. Good day to you. (Runs off)

Louie: MRs. b, did you ever know that your my hero?

Beakly: (beams proudly and then goes back to her gardening)

Dewey: Louie's right, while I will mock you constnatly you got this. Plus you got her best friend in her corner.

Webby: Yeah.. though if you ever hurt her i'll do to you what i'll probably have to do to doofus one day

Huey: That is entirely fair and I will accept my death without a struggle.

Webby: See you are good boyfriend material!

Huey: Though I doubt I mean she couldn't possibly...

MEANWHILE: not far from the house, Lena and Violet are walking

Violet: Feel the same way. I mean... for one your around.

Lena: I appricate the compliment but i'm dating his sister. And i'm also VERY gay. Like our dad's gay. Like huey's mom is turbo bi.

Violet: Yes i've read the "Bi as explitive" t-shirt she wore when we first met her. But besides a lack of better options why me? I'm stilted, I do not get people, and until a few months ago my only friend was learning.

Lena: Take out stilted and you just described him too. Your similar enough to really click but just diffrent enough it won't get boring.

Violet: But you nad webby

Lena: Are opposites. Yes this is true. But it's not ALL relationships. Sometimes you date someone just like you, sometimes you don't.. I mean our dad's aren't exactly the same either, but their amazing. And so are you. I may not belivie in most people, But I belivie in you. (they arrive at the gates, violet has been in uniform naturally) Now get in there and get that nerd, Nerd.

Violet: (has been tearing up slightly and hugs her sister) You are the best sibling I never asked for.

Lena: (Hugs her back) right back atcha

(Inside)

Dewey: (holding a cake shaped like violet's head and eating it directly with his mouth) I got the cake

Huey: This isa why I set up a decoy.. three of htem.

(Della and launchpad are also holding hteir own cakes)

Della: But i'd never...

Huey: You would if this wasn't so important to me, so I feel your behavior deserves to be rewarded. Now if you'll excuse me I need to hide my emotions. (Waves hand over face.. and still looks like a nervous mess) There no one will notice

Louie: Huey she's a nerd not blind. Look man, your amazing, you are a catch.. I mean not at our age or even in highschool but eventually scrooge will die and you'll be richer because you'll probably invent something that makes you rich before that. As I said just go for it man, just find an opportunity and cease it.. we're all backing you up. And if it fails, we'll be there to pick you up. Now go get that nerd.

Huey: Right.. i'm just going to pen the door and

Duckworth: Masters violet and lena... (Leads them into the foyer) Also nicely done.. and thank you for asking my permission though in the future as long as your uncle is uninvolved you need only give me a heads up so he can hide from it.

Huey: Thank you duckworth.. ahme... ta-da!

Violet: (blushes) It's wonderful... and is that a bookshelf? And.. is that terry pratchetts complete works? And a cake shaped like my head.. may I?

Huey: (Hands her a knife)

Violet: (Cuts in) And it's an exact repleica of my interior cranimum. I knew you wanted those x-rays for a reason b esides curosity you rascal

Huey: (Blushes) I uh.. thanks

Violet: (Blushes bakc) Uh any time)

Della: Awwww

Huey: Hey violet I was uh wondering,, I uh..

Violet: ... okay so he does feel the same wya tha'ts a relief. You were right Lena

Huey: Wait what?

Louie: You had to give her the pep talk too huh?

Lena: Yup.. I mean she is usuually confident

Louie: Not so true here...

Dewey: I"m fine with that.. it's what makes him loveable.. that and it means i'm not 100% teh donald

Della: Nah you got too much of my genetics for that.

Huey: Okay I can handle this okay..

Violet: Oh god you really aren't intrested

Huey: No I am I am but why me? I"m not even a senior woodchuck.

Violet: no but when given the easy out you didn't take it, you took the honorable path. YOu also are smart, adorable, and do not mind the fact I speak more roboticaly than our actual robot friend.

BOYD: 4 friends!

Huey: An dyou.. dont' seem bothered that I kinda sorta a little am nervous.

Violet: If you mean extremley yes but I find it cute.

Huey: I.. uh (Blushes0 uhhhhh... youralsobrillantandcuteandIlikeyourhairandthewayyousmellandIknowthat'sweirdbutIwasupwindofyousoicouldn'thelpitandiwnattobeyourboyfriendeventually

Louie:Wow just.. wow.. I mean I expected it to be bad but that is art

Violet: I accept (Smooches his cheek) Now let's dig into my head shall we? I call frontal lobe

Lena: I want a large portion of skull

Webby: I get the eyes.

(The two nerds hold hands and head for the cake)

FIN

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Tommy

Ali: TOM BOMB Ali: you will never guess what Tommy: you're adopted? CALLED IT Tommy: too fabulous for those heathens Ali: way to make my actual news look less 😏 Ali: isn't don't oversell it like rule #1 Ali: [sends cast list so its all official] Tommy: darling, breaking every rule is rule #1 Tommy: you ain't that adopted Tommy: OH MY SWEET LORD! YOU BETTER NOT BE TROLLING ME ALISON Tommy: I know your genius extends to photoshop pro but you mustn't use it for such evil Ali: who would I really be hurting with that troll, huh Ali: no one but myself Ali: but if its good enough for Queen Meryl 😁😁😁 Tommy: Preach it sister Ali: I'm so fucking excited I could burst Tommy: Meanwhile my school is putting Fanny and Alexander Tommy: like that Ingmar Bergman fever dream can or should be adapted for the stage Tommy: Jesus Christ Ali: we LOVE child abuse for a fun family night out Ali: guess the parentals like to be shown their money is being spent SERIOUSLY on SERIOUS theatré Tommy: The guardian voted it 8th best arthouse film OF ALL TIME therefore it must be worthy Tommy: I will not hesitate to put on a wig and replace you, Kit Tommy: before I do, 1 question Tommy: WHY AND HOW THE FUCK IS MEENA'S BROTHER NOT PLAYING THE SWEDISH LOTHARIO?!! Tommy: what is your casting director 🚬? Ali: I dread to think what 9 and 10 were 😏 Ali: must put them on my not-to-watch list Ali: 😂 Ro literally called it, we all know, I will uninvite you if you even THINK of upstaging me 😉 Ali: IKR its so funny Ali: maybe he thought he was being subversive casting a black guy Ali: but then I wouldn't have my role if that was his jam so 🤷 go off Tommy: Yeah HARD same 🙄😴 Tommy: you can try but I've sent a congrats text to Carls and she'll re-invite me Tommy: if he was the baby daddy the whole island would know but alright, like Ali: also true Ali: 😂 SERIOUSLY Ali: like hmm, I wonder where this white blonde blue eyed baby came from Ali: when you get diverse with your casting and the plot falls apart 😏 god bless, they're trying Tommy: that's WHY he cast Drew, he's being very catholic and trying to marry you off to the right man at the end Tommy: Sir you can't be deciding he's the daddy like that, how dare you! Ali: and that's WHY he cast me as Donna Ali: knows our ma won't flip out on the implication her daughter hoe'd around all summer and has no idea who fathered her child Ali: the subtle shade of it all Tommy: 😂 Tommy: I can't wait to see her go full Molly Weasley when she realises the plot of the thing Tommy: my Alison COULD NEVER you wanker! Tommy: would never 'cause you'd be in chains 😏 Ali: that's the other possibility, he hasn't clocked I'm GayLite and he thinks the idea I'm knocked up is right jokes Ali: Ma wishes 🤞🤞🤞 Tommy: Or he's calling out his biphobia and everyone who is as a HUGE whore Tommy: that's awkward Ali: when you don't prove the haters wrong 😬 Ali: whoops Tommy: When's opening night? I gotta see this Ali: duh, I've already begged on your behalf Ali: [the date] Tommy: I'm so ready for my handbags at dawn moment with Robbie Tommy: always a pleasure Tommy: unlike witnessing Drew outdoing Pierce Brosnan as the hottie who can't hold a note and DYING on stage Ali: I'll hold your earrings, babe Ali: if he can wait for the show to be over Ali: and don't be mean 🤫 Ali: he...needs some work Ali: but I'm willing to be like your worst teacher on speed about it, have him west end ready in, however many weeks they're giving us Tommy: Cheers, 'course I was born ready whenever he wants to go though 🥊🩰 Tommy: You know I'm here if you need me, fairy gaybrother and all Tommy: he will go to the (disco) ball! Ali: I'll let him know as much 😏 Ali: 💚 Ali: Luckily the choreo is simple, so he's got that down Ali: and how hard is it to pretend you're in love with me, honestly Ali: the singing though Tommy: how many songs does he have? Are they staying movie true? Ali: WELL, the tea is we've already cut a me him duet flashback to a solo for moi, but he HAS to do SOS to drive the plot, then its minimal lines on Our Last Summer, which Robbie is THRILLED about obvs, but he also HAS to do When All Is Said And Done, though maybe I can convince the director that'd work better as a toast moment legit, sans singing Tommy: Fucking hell Tommy: yeah unless there's somebody he could mime for Tommy: or a girl they could drag up to resemble him for the musical numbers Ali: REALLY go in and make it obvious who the dad is 😂 Ali: comes to something when the only viable option is the out out gay kid Tommy: SOS is gonna be brutal but I reckon you're onto something cutting the last number down Tommy: by then the audience will either be LIVING for you or DYING over him and we all know how the drama dept would rather it Tommy: arts funding is already in the bog, like Ali: Truly... fuck it, if we don't get it then instead of taking turns at a verse each we'll do it together and I will belt the fuck out of it Ali: you don't have to tell me, the wardrobe is abhorrent Ali: but we're already on that, even if I have to dress the entire cast myself Tommy: Christ alive, I will come home early and help you save the show, bags full of stolen props and costumes Tommy: Sorry not sorry, mother Ali: Oh LORDT, what even is the costuming for fucking Ali: fanny and whathisface Ali: I bet you are LIVING Tommy: Everyone here has now said fuck it and we're sorting out watching Mamma Mia Tommy: the girls and gays are 💔😭 Tommy: Straight Simon alone is unaffected Tommy: SEND HELP ALL MY MATES ARE ASKING IF DREW'S TOO WHITE TO TURN SOS INTO A RAP 😂 Ali: that boy is an enigma Ali: do not encourage him PLEASE 😭😭😭 Ali: all for mixing it up but if I have to look 💔 at a boy rapping about what happened to our love...nah Ali: even Meryl couldn't Tommy: Quick, dish on the rest of your all star cast, that'll 100% work in amusing them Tommy: any room to judge and they don't give a fuck about a single thing else Ali: Oh well, let's see Tommy: I'm the proudest of my sweet baby Carls and know she'll be grand, but the people are restless and thirsty for that hot tea Ali: Rosie's a sweetie, she jams with us on the drums every now and then, so you'd recognize her face not her name, she's gonna be so funny, perf for that role so I can't slag on her, I'm afraid darlings Ali: right?! MY BABY 💕 Ali: we did our auditions in groups of about 3 so it was just me, her and Cavante, she killed it forreal Tommy: Yeah? I do remember her! She comments on many o' Meena posts and you can hear the 🍀 Tommy: I'm gonna call her later, Carls that is, not your drummer Ali: I'm DYING for her to give the brummie a go, if that's as hilariously bad as we're all imagining, I'll send that to quench your mates thirst 🍵 Tommy: You're a star on so many levels Ali: 🥰 Ali: Who else DON'T you know? 🤔 Ali: the girls playing Meena's friends, me either Ali: they're her year though Ali: one of them has the good=loud vibe so I wouldn't be surprised if she went to one of your theatre groups as a kid Tommy: The lad in her year too? I dunno him Ali: Yes, which is rude Ali: he's got hot over the summer clearly 'cos like, HELLO? Ali: he's decent though, fair craic Tommy: Every show needs a dark horse Ali: they're cute Ali: some of his friends, esp. the one Carls has to seduce are 😬 Ali: thank God she's talented Tommy: at least some fuckers'll have chemistry Tommy: you'll be full Meryl-ing to convince ANYONE that Drew's the love of your life Tommy: and Carly would never waste a second on a younger lad Ali: at least I get to be fuming at him most the time Ali: lying cheating bastard 😏 Tommy: 👀🔪 Tommy: I'm well jealous Ali: I know, babes, I know Tommy: less gutted now this sing-a-long is kicking off Tommy: you wanna be facetimed in? Ali: um YES Ali: counts as a rehearsal Tommy: [does call her so she can join]

[inthememetime]

If I may? Chapter One! The current title is Shroud Keeps Giving Me Ideas, but I have other options! Please vote!

The Adventures of Ghost Boi and Clown Woman

The Fantabulous Emancipation of Danny Phantom

Harley Quinn's Home for Troubled Ghosts

Being Gay & Doing Crime in Gotham

First chapter under the cut! Tw for child abuse, but only hinted. Danny is Trans in this and if u want to fight me, I will win. :-)

Danny was lost. Totally, hopelessly, lost. In Gotham, of all places, which was reportedly the worst place to get lost in. With a shrug, he decided a kid with ghost powers was probably pretty safe here, and started off down the crowded street. After, of course, phasing his wallet inside his chest.

Safe from attacks didn't mean safe from pickpockets, after all.

Jazz had been accepted into Gotham University's Psychology program- one of the best in the U.S.- and the whole family had come to help her move in.

Everything was fine, at first! They did the big campus tour, he started talking to a hobo about space- the hobo turned out to be the head of the Physics program- and got an offer himself! It was great!

"Oh, Danny's only 15," his mother had said. "We'd love to have him go to a place like this, but he's got a few years left."

"Oh!" Professor Lourdes exclaimed. "Well, that's no problem! We have entrance tests to test out of certain courses; others, he could take concurrently with any of Gotham's high schools, or any in the state."

His dad opened his mouth to object, but his sister interrupted. "That's great! If he could get a scholarship, he could even stay with me and do everything locally!"

"That sounds awesome," he said- and it did! Professor Lourdes might not look or smell like he bathed in a week, but he knew astrophysics- he'd never been able to talk to a human about space like that.

His dad laughed. "That would be nice, but Danny's grades are... Well. Maybe in a few years."

"He sounds quite intelligent about math and science. Perhaps it's mostly the softer sciences he has trouble with?" Professor Lourdes suggested delicately.

Danny nodded. "I've got all A's this year, except for English and that public speaking class they're making us take."

"But honey, last year," his mom began, "professor, this is all a nice idea, but Danny's a little...rough, sometimes. He misses curfews,"

"There was a shelter in place last week, it was on the news, mom!" Jazz objected in his defense.

"That was last week. And last year? Or the year before that, sweetie?" Maddie asked with a raised brow.

He felt his face burning. Then, his dad opened his mouth.

"Look Jazz, Danny, we were going to wait until after everything got settled, but," he looked at his mom, "we have an arrangement started with a military school in Illinois."

Professor Lourdes and his sister looked as horrified as he felt. "Mom, dad, with all the attacks and stuff we've had a rough few years, but I can go to a regular school. This isn't- the military is not a good idea." The moment they discovered he had superpowers, he'd be experimented on to make super-soldiers, probably. And that was just the ghost thing. A trans kid in the military? He'd seen enough news reports to know what would probably happen there.

"The attacks?" The professor asked.

"Oh, it's something local to Amity Park," Maddie said, "and not really relevant in this case."

Jazz jumped on the opportunity. "So, Amity Park has a ghost portal. And there are a lot of good, nice ghosts," his dad scoffed and his mom frowned, "but there are also ones that like to attack people, steal things, set fires, that sort of thing."

"You'll feel at home in Gotham, then," the professor joked.

"Yeah, the ambient ectoplasm here is pretty nice," he agreed without thinking.

"Danny, what do you mean about ambient ectoplasm- there isn't a way for humans to track that," his dad said, "not without machines."

"No, that or he'd have to be a- a." His mother was several shades paler. "Danny, are you..." He saw his mother reaching for her left pocket, and started backing off immediately. "We'll get the ghost out of you, don't worry. Just stay still."

"I'm not being overshadowed, mom," he said, still backing up.

Professor Lourdes gasped when she pulled out a gun.

He didn't know what happened next. Danny Fenton was running from his parents. (Some hero I am.)

-

That led him here, away from the wide, camera-riddled,well-lit streets around Gotham U and the wealthier areas. He followed his nose, searching for the areas where the ectoplasm was almost thick enough to touch, though a human wouldn't be able to tell, and something that smelled awesome. Food for the ghost and the boy.

The crowds here were thicker, and he followed the stream of sweaty employees in coveralls from a factory. They led him, unintentionally, to a food stand that was probably illegal. It consisted of a few tarps hung between buildings to keep the weather off, several portable stoves, and a 'counter' made from what looked like wild scraps.

"What's good here?" He asked one of the workers.

"Grandma Aaliyah only has two things, both good. Falafel or Schwarma. Don't ask for pork, you'll just get a lecture."

He shrugged. "Fair enough."

He'd eaten way weirder in the GZ. Grandma Aaliyah had a kind but worn face. Her hijab and dress were likely brightly colored once, but her dress had patches and was threadbare.

"Can I get one of the falafel, please?" He asked, phasing his wallet out through his pocket.

She looked him up and down. "Too skinny. You're getting both," she commanded.

"Ok," he agreed. That was something he'd learned in the Zone- if someone's obsessions didn't conflict with yours and they weren't trying to hurt or insult anyone, it was better to avoid the fight. Telling him to eat more, and getting him to buy a schwarma- chicken- definitely wasn't worth an argument right now. Not while he was still worried about his parents and Jazz.

He stepped out of the way once he paid and received a paper towel with his food piled on it, and sat down on a nearby stoop to eat. Delicious.

He saw the workers carefully, quietly scatter, but figured they were just going home to friends or family. He didn't see their faces pale, too busy staring at his phone and hoping to see something from Jazz.

However, just as he finished his impromptu dinner (they were going to go to a fancy place tonight and eat like a regular family, no weapons, no spandex), he heard the sound of high-heels clicking on the pavement and low growls.

He stood- just as Grandma Aaliyah was handing food over to the weirdest dressed woman Danny had ever seen. And her hyenas.

"You have hyenas?!" He said before he could stop himself, "that's so cool!"

The woman beamed at him, popping bright pink gum. Across the street, someone ran into a cross alleyway as if running from something. "I know!" She said happily. "Everybody gets so scared when they see Bud and Lou!"

"I know the feeling. Cujo just wants to play, but it's always, get the giant glowing hellhound away from me, not can I throw his toy next?"

"Do you have pictures!?" She asked, leaning over to him.

He pulled out his phone and flipped through until he found the file titled 'school project'- just in case his parents got into his phone. It was full of photos of various ghosts and places in the ghost zone. "Check it out," he said, stepping next to one of the hyenas to show her.

She took the phone with her free hand, and he idly noticed her nails were painted in chipped sparkly pink and blue polish. "Awww, he's just a wittle puppy-wuppy," she cooed, and he swiped left. "Oh! Now he's a big puppy! So cute and snarly!"

"Yeah! He looks like a little dog most of the time- unless he gets scared or angry. Think of him like the Hulk version of a dog."

She nodded. "I, for one, would love to throw a toy for him. And snuggle him, he looks like he would be a good cuddler."

"He really is," Danny agreed, and put his phone up. "Can I pet your hyenas?"

"Of course! So this is Lou, and this is Bud." She said, and they were so soft! And bristly but mainly soft.

"They're so soft," he breathed, "like pillows with teeth."

"You know what? I have decided we're friends now. Even though you're a tourist." She said with a nod that made her multi-colored pigtails bounce.

He grinned sheepishly. "I give off the tourist vibes?"

She giggled like he made a joke. "You can say that. I'm Harley."

He shook her hand. "Danny. Nice to meet you!"

Danny in Gotham City except instead of being adopted by the Batclan, Harley Quinn calls dibs and shows the secretly halfa-dead kid the ropes of living in Gotham.

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Oh. My. Ancients

Ok I hope you're ready to be tagged in random dp fic idead I have bc you have the best ones.

Danny adopted by Harley

They make so many puns Damien wants to murder them both and cry

The Joker hates him because he's actually funny

Can you say pranks? The number of pranks these two would pull would be just amazing. That's half the fic. The jokes and pranks

FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND-

Danny brings ghost friends home, they're super weird and creepy, but Harley just wants to hang out and find out how Ember gets her hair to look like that

They bond over beating Spectra's ass, bc you cannot tell me Dr. Harleen Quinzel would tolerate that fake evil psychiatrist in HER city

Harley starts giving ghosts legit therapy

Danny is living with a crazy person but his mental health has never been better

Harley and Jazz bonding

Harley sometimes uses Danny as storage space- just puts her hand in Phantom's chest and pulls out a gun or something and whoever she was about to fight faints

If Danny is a young Ghost King he kills the Joker, or lets the ghosts of the people he's killed out on him

Actually, depending on what the Joker does, he prob will anyway because Harley is His Family

Vlad shows up Back On His Bullshit (tm), and he expects to fight Phantom. He does NOT expect the absolute chaos that is Harley Quinn protecting her bby

Give me clown woman kicking that incel SOB's ass all the way back to Wisconsin

Danny gets kidnapped, the kidnappers think he's a Wayne and they'll get money, but Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman show up

Danny exploring the crime-ridden underbelly of Gotham with the same joy of exploring the GZ, learning its rules to the point when he finally meets one of the Batfam, they think he was born there bc he Has The Vibes

Danny and Harley help people by doing crime

Bonus

Half-dead bros- you can't tell me, Danny and Jason wouldn't get along, and do a live stream where Jason, Harley, Danny, and Poison Ivy (in costume) paint eachother's nails and gripe

Danny paints Poison Ivy's nails because she can't poison him when he's Phantom

Danny heps Jason get ahold of the ectoplasm affecting him and Jason unlocks cool powers