#HEY GANG??? i do not say this lightly. but they let you put this into kids programing???

[istherewifiinhell]

so about your friend from back before you turned you body into a means of warfare, the one you just reunited with? yeah we used your image to kidnap him and torture him for infomation on your weaknesses. he didnt give much up... he didnt have much to give up, anyway. but we did brainwash him and implant a time bomb inside him to blow up you and your entire battle station. yeah you will have to shoot a civilian whose not in control of his own body. yeah no theres no saving him anyway. and you could let someone else do it but you feel it has to be you. yeah sorry.

[2knightt]

please write something, anything I’m thirsty pretty please with a cherry on top 😋

↳treat me like a fool!₊˚✧

──IN WHICH, the gang falls head over heels inlove!。✦

||✰ — the gang, separately

Dallas Winston ;

dally thought you were gorgeous.

you were sitting across at buck’s, talking to someone who could only assume is your friend.

you were laughing, giggling, talking, in such a way that dallas was captivated.

he couldn’t even pay attention to two-bit tellin’ him one of him lousy jokes.

“and i tell ‘er—hey! are you even listenin’ to me, dal?!”

“what?”

“what’re you even looking a—”

two-bit may not be smart, but he sure as hell can put two and two together.

he followed dallas’s eyes, only to see you.

two-bit got a goofy grin on his face and turned to face dallas.

“go talk to her!”

dallas rolled his eyes in annoyance.

‘go talk to her,’ he doesn’t get it—you’re too pretty for a grease like him.

“no, man.”

two-bit laughed like it was funny.

he lightly hit dallas’s arm, he knew he could talk to you, but it was like he was nervous.

and, dallas was nervous.

but he couldn’t let his nerves get the best of him. he just can’t, he’s better than that.

dallas sighed, dreading what he was about to do.

he knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

he walked towards you, putting on a confident aura to make him seem tuff.

“hey.”

“oh-hi!”

jesus, even your voice was pretty.

if we’re being honest here, dallas had to recollect himself after you spoke.

“saw you ‘cross the bar n’ wondered if i could, get your name?”

“that’s it?”

“yea, why? got a problem?”

“y/n.”

you answered his previous question, yet not his most recent one.

it was like you wanted to keep him guessing, and he liked that.

dallas winston actually liked y/n.

Johnny Cade ;

you’ve known dallas winston for years.

good friends, obviously.

the two of you were walking down the street to nowhere in particular.

the both of you like to make it up as you go.

you were telling him about some gossip as he pretended to listen, until he shouted out some guys name.

“johnny!? is that you?!”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

if he wanted to hang out with someone else, he could’ve just said.

the boy that you suppose is johnny, perked up and started walking towards you two.

the both of you stopped walking to see johnny, even though you had zero clue on who he is.

dallas is a very private man when it comes to his other friends.

when johnny got up to you guys, dallas threw his arm around his neck, puttin’ him in a headlock.

he was scolding the poor kid about something even you couldn’t understand.

when he was done, johnny was rubbing his head in annoyance.

his eyes almost lit up at the sight on ya.

johnny thought you were an angel.

you were almost glowing in the sunlight, your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, lips, nose, everything was gorgeous.

“uh, who’s she?”

he asked, turning to dallas.

“y/n, say hi to johnny. be a good girl, eh?”

“oh shut up, dal! but uh—hi johnny. i’m y/n.”

your voice was like honey to johnny, he was almost stunned.

you felt a little creeped out with his stares so, you thought you’d just walk back home.

you waved to the boys and turned around to start walking.

dallas looked in johnny’s direction with the type of look that johnny didn’t like.

“your creepy staring scared ‘er off.”

“what? i wasn’t staring, bug off man.”

was he? oh god..that’s not a good first impression.

especially for such a beautiful person like you!

god, what a fool he was.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

pony saw you ‘round school a few times, always thought you were really cute but he never got a real good look at you.

but luckily, you had to ask ‘em a question.

“hey! you’re ponyboy, right?”

you’re even prettier up close, jeez.

no way a guy like him, had a chance with a girl like you.

your smile was more attractive than he was, your voice was like the heavens above were calling for him, everything about you was just…better than him.

but he put on the bravest smile he could, and nodded his head.

“good, be pretty embarrassing if i was talkin’ to the wrong guy.”

you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

ponyboy lightly chuckled, never thought you’d get so comfortable around him before.

“well uhm—i was just wonderin’ if you knew my friend, micheal?”

yeah, he knew micheal.

he knew what you were gonna ask.

he knew there was a rumor going around about you guys dating.

he just, didn’t get why you’re asking him out of all people.

“yeah, why?”

“okay, cool! well, if he tells you we’re dating, ignore him. please?”

“definitely.”

you smiled, genuinely this time.

your smile almost made ‘em faint.

you were just so cute, too cute for anyone in this bum city.

you thanked ponyboy for his time and for being understanding, and rushed out.

he just stood there, trying to process that you talked to him.

he was red, his ears were red, and his cheeks were red.

he looked like a loser.

but now, he was a loser with an angel knowing about his existence.

so, it’s a win.

Sodapop Curtis ;

you just got hired at the DX to be a cashier.

you needed the money, just in general.

your boss had told sodapop he wasn’t needed at the cash register, and he didn’t know why.

he got that they got a new employee but, being the cashier was more his job!

thought he’d go check you out, go see if your even fit for the DX!

you were just sitting there, your chin resting on your palm, waiting for anyone to walk through the doors to buy something.

you heard the back door open but didn’t really pay attention to it. you were sorta just, staring off into space.

sodapop walked in, and saw you just sittin’ there!

if he was working the register, he sure wouldn’t have just been sitting there!

he walked around the counter to talk to you, face to face! give ya a good scarin’.

at least, he thought that’s what he was gonna do.

when he saw you for the first time, he swore he almost got weak in the knees.

you just looked up at him, not bothering to move your head or nothin’.

even though you looked almost mad, you were still drop dead gorgeous.

the sun hit your face, just right.

your lashes, your eyes, the shine in ‘em almost made sodapop apologize for annoying you and run away.

in a good way, though.

“whatchu want? who even are ya?”

“nothin’! just wanted to say hi to my new co-worker is all. i’m sodapop curtis! what’s your name?”

he talks an awful lot this early in the morning.

but who are you to complain? less talking for you.

“y/n.”

soda smiled, even your name was beautiful.

everything about you was.

you were perfect.

Darry Curtis ;

you knew darry early on in life, around middle school..maybe?

you couldn’t really pinpoint it.

you stopped talking because you moved up north.

you did miss him, but you never really thought an awful lot about it. even when you were going back to tusla.

you were at the store for nothing in particular, it was more like something to pass the time.

you were going aisle by aisle, finding nothing.

until you went down one aisle, there was one real tall guy looking at some soup.

you thought he looked familiar, but you couldn’t tell from so far away.

you walked down the aisle and stopped right beside him, pretending to be looking at soup.

the man looked confused, but he was distracted so you could get a good look.

you saw his side profile and it all finally clicked.

“holy shit, darry?!”

you basically shouted, with a huge stupid grin.

darry looked scared and confused at the fact that someone knew his name, but when he turned to face you he looked more surprised than anything.

“y/n?!”

darry thought you were pretty before but, jesus. how did you get even prettier?

your smile was wider than before, your eyes looked happier, and you were just…gorgeous overall.

“well shit—how’re you? how’s your brothers?”

“they’re good. soda dropped out though, but ponyboy’s doin’ good in school.”

“that sucks about soda, ‘m sorry. but uh—i gotta go, sorry! hey, how ‘bout we catch up tomorrow?”

darry was shocked you’d even wanna hang out with him.

you just seemed so—high class now.

but, who was he to turn down a goddess?

he agreed and the two of you set a time and waved goodbye.

for the rest of the day, darry had this stupid smile on his face.

Steve Randle ;

you guys had met through a mutual friend.

danny had wanted to hang out with two of his friend groups at the same time.

you were in group A while steve was in group B.

everyone was partying, but that wasn’t really your thing.

you were off to the side, people watching.

some guy grumbled and stood next to you, almost oblivious to you.

he looked pretty mad so you thought you’d ry n lighten the mood.

somehow.

“so much for a party, huh?”

you tried to joke, looking up at the man.

he looked down at you, stunned.

you didn’t know why, he looked like he was judging you the way he looked you up n down.

steve was just shocked a girl like you would talk to him.

too pretty for him, way too pretty.

even in this dimly lit room, he can see how gorgeous you were.

your smile was so pretty, so gorgeous.

then steve realized he must look like a freak, staring.

he chuckled, giving you a halfassed answer.

“yeah right. was told this was gonna be fun, might as well leave.”

“was just about to do that. no point in stayin’ when all my friends are so drunk they can’t even remember their own names.”

“can i get your name at least?”

he asked, raising an eyebrow.

he must’ve thought that was smooth.

you chuckled at his question,

“y/n.”

“i’m steve, it’s nice to meet you, pretty lady.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

“woah! hey pretty lady!”

you heard some guy shout at you from behind you.

you sighed, but kept on walking.

when the strange dude caught up to you, he almost tripped.

you laughed at his failed attempt, and two-bit could’ve sworn he heard wedding bells right there!

“what d’ya want?”

“can i not want to talk to you?”

“nah.”

you answered, grinning at his disappointed face.

“aw, c’mon! a man deserves something for his efforts!”

“what efforts?”

the man went silent, and thought for a moment before answering,

“…i ran.”

you burst out laughing again.

and two-bit almost pulled out a ring.

you were like a goddess on earth, had the most gorgeous laugh, and understood his humour?

take him away.

“well? can i get ya number, pretty lady?”

“nah.”

you said, walking away.

the man stood there, stunned, watching you walk away before snapping out of it to shout at you.

“AT LEAST TELL ME YOUR NAME!! I’M TWO-BIT!”

“Y/N!”

and now it’s two-bits mission to get y/ns number.

—can you tell i gave up?

— ALSO MY OTHER FIC WONT UPLOAD. UGH.

taglist ;

@diorgirl444 @typereader

[jisooupssss]

Plot: you being the best girlfriend ^^

Warnings: None

Pairing: OT13 x Reader

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AN: I’m so glad I finally came up with an idea I was about to be gone for like ten days😭😭

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Seungcheol: Kissing his dimples. It just became an habit one day, one day you were laying down together you told him to smile and kissed his dimple. So now when he smiles he expects an kiss on his cheek it gets him all shy and giggly it’s so cute

Jeonghan: Teasing him back. It makes him freeze up and stand/sit there in shock with his mouth half open. Tries to tease you again only for you to make another comeback. Turns away so you can’t see his cheeks turn pink only for you to plant an kiss on them

Joshua: Being an gentleman/women to him. like you would tell him to stay in the car and run to the other side and open the door for him. He would be caught off guard but laughs it off as if you don’t notice the heat rising to his cheeks smiling to yourself

Jun: Letting him ramble. Like he will be so focused on his topic then he starts paying attention to you. Seeing how your eyes lightly lit up looking like you have small stars on your eyes, and that soft smile he loves on your face. He then apologize for talking to much but you reassure him that it’s okay he gets all giggle and buries his head in your neck getting shy

Hoshi: Being apart of his Horanghae gang. Like you were apart of it when y’all first started dating you had no choice. But just knowing you accept his for his tiger-I’m sorry my mind was in a goofy mood

Buying him tiger print things. Knowing how much he love tigers you need to buy him tiger related things. It gets him all warm and cozy and any positive thing you can think of inside

Wonwoo: Reading with him. It brings him so much comfort and being with you in comfortable silence makes him warm inside. He loves the feel of being with you at those type of moments any moment’s really but those moments and very special to him

Woozi: Being in his studio with him. It gives him so much more motivation and puts him to harder work. He also loves when you tell him things like he’s doing great or the beat hi made so sound awesome and amazing and that good stuff. Your what keeps him going

DK: Being weird and silly with him. He loves that you don’t think of him differently when he starts randomly doing the most outrageous things instead you join him. He loves when you start doing silly stuff out of nowhere it makes him pull you close to him and just give you as many kisses he desires while giggling

Minghao: Complimenting his paintings. It gives him a little confidence boost. He asks if you won’t to learn how to paint some day and when that day came it didn’t go so well but hey…at least you tried. Giving you a long passionate kiss and thanking you for the compliment OMG I LOVE THIS MAN BRO

Mingyu: Not getting mad at him for his clumsyness. He has officially earned the nickname ‘clumsy’ from you(like the guy from Smurfs) not just because he’s clumsy but you find it cute. But he break something that he know would make you mad, would you tell right away but you can’t get mad not with how his eyes are starting to look like puddles of rain so you just kiss his nose and hug him and tell him it’s ok

Seungkwan: Gossiping with him. Like when you comeback from work you already you both have some boiling hot tea that’s ready to spill. Sometimes set up snacks and drinks because of how long it takes for you both to be done. Sometimes fall asleep talking without realizing you guys might talk in your sleep

Vernon: You randomly saying anything. Like you can be like “what if the sun just exploded right now” he would be like “we die” because he’s just so used you blurting anything out is the most randomness times. Sometimes it catches him very off guard he can’t think so you have to tap him a few times to make him come back to earth

Dino: letting him hold you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from anything out there even just thin air. He holds you so tight like he’s afraid if he let go you’ll just turn into dust and get blown away but the cool breeze. Loves to hold to hold you when y’all first wake up gives you little forehead kiss as time goes by

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AN: THANK YOU GUY FOR ALL THE LIKES ON MY MINGYU POST ILYYYYYSM😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

[lichenes]

Hii! Can I please request a Charles Rowland x fem/afab! Reader (and if you don't write fem, then gn!) With an established relationship, maybe some fluffy (and/or spicy) moments between the two?

Thanks very much and don't forget to hydrate!

Hi lovely! Of course :D I’ve been planning on writing something for Charles for a long time so I’m glad you requested it <3

CW: suggestive stuff at the end, kissin, fluff!!

wc: 646

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You mesmerised him.

Your life was pretty uneventful before your death. “Love?” And after? You met him. Charles was the definition of a love sick puppy when you were around him. “Oi?” Crystal would always say that he seemed to glow when you were in the room and his posture was a lot more confident when next to you. 

“Yes?” You answered him suddenly being pulled out of deep thought. “Whacha soooo focused on that you can’t answer your boyfriend?” You looked at him with whimsy behind your irises. “Just thinking ‘bout you, handsome.” You winked at him playfully. 

He smiled at your corniness and gave you a bear hug, his backpack falling off his shoulder. Charles pecked your cheek and stated his true intentions. “I’m going to visit Thomas with Edwin and Crystal, will you be joining us, lovely?” You pretended to give it a thought for a minute and then said yes earning an excited clap from him and a surprise kiss. You were a bit startled and he revelled in it, smiling into the kiss.

You were the youngest ghost (having died in the 2010’s) of the Dead Boy Detectives, Edwin refused to change the name of the group though and you were content with just that. You joined it because Edwin saw you as useful and Charles was just utterly bewitched by you. He confessed to you one day when Edwin pretended to feel poorly and let you two go on an adventure by yourselves. 

“Charles, what are you doing?” You said overlooking the view sported by the cliff you were both standing over. He hesitated for a moment. “Something… something really brave.” That was when he first kissed you. It was a long and passionate kiss making you both breathless. When he pulled away he looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort and was met with another kiss far more hungry and primal than before. When you two disconnected he smiled wider than ever. “Oh that’s brills…”

From then on your afterlife was much more tranquil than you could have ever imagined. Your days were spent solving mysteries and revelling in the surges of dopamine you felt whenever Charles was around you. 

He’s very touchy-feely with you, always holding your hand or having his arm around your shoulders. Whenever some ghost would bother you he wouldn’t be far to help you get out of the situation. As the brawns of the group he would tear the ghost a new one if they ever got too close for your comfort. 

He doesn’t show jealousy often, he doesn’t have to be jealous, you love him and only him after all, he tells himself. “Sweetcheeks?” He says pondering the stupidity of what he’s about to ask. “What’s up?” You look up from your book smiling at him, your eyes filled with joy. “Actually… it was nothing…” He said, satisfied with the albeit short conversation. Charles giggled and blew you a kiss which you theatrically caught and put your hand to your heart. 

“Hey, Edwin and the gang are out, d’you wanna…” Said Charles leaning against the doorframe of the room you were sitting in. He looked you up and down and met your eyes. You walked up to him which made him crane his neck downwards. You put your hands around his neck and got close to his face. “Hmm… I’m not sure…” His eyes became half lidded as your hand made its way into his hair and tugged lightly. A small groan escaped his lips. And just when you were about to meet your lips-

“I don’t feel like it!” You said and walked back to your previous sitting spot, clearly teasing him. He strutted up to you, taking his jacket off and crouched down next to you. “Pretty please?” You chuckled, your ruse foiled. “Okaaaay, if you ask so nicely.”

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[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 24: so girlhood

IRL, INSTAGRAM!

*planetyn had just started a live!

‘GRWMMMM’

“hiiii y’all!” you greeted your supporters as they started to enter the live.

you were just about to get ready when you realized you hadn’t done a grwm livestream in a while. so, you decided to do one.

hannabae: HEYYY PRETTY

se7en: MOTHERS BACK

user999: GIRL WE MISSED U

“oh my god, i missed you guys too! how are you?”

user2: GOODDDDDDD

se7en: WE GUCCI WBU

“i’m good!” you said, putting on your headband and pushing strands of hair away from your face. “so. i’m getting ready right now because me and the gang are going out.” you paused. “and we might or might not film a video.” you playfully bit your finger. “wink wink.”

santanalvr: WE GETTIN A BIG CHEESE VIDEO HELL YEAHHHHH

“hey! now, i didn’t say all that.” you looked around, suspiciously. “anyways! let’s get into this beat!”

you had already moisturized your face earlier, so you started with primer. you applied the sticky product onto your skin and rubbed it in.

therealnai2: where ur man at queen

user00: omg why’d i forget the brits were in nyc

you looked at the comment and laughed. “the brits is crazy work,” you started to brush your eyebrows and lightly fill them in. “eren and brit gang are at their hotel right now. literally everyone’s getting ready right now.”

therealnai2: OH PERIODDDDD

hannabae: girl what song is in the background omg

“all i want is you by miguel and j cole. i love this song so bad y’all.” you held the makeup brush to your lips and started to sing the lyrics.

kimberlyyyy: CUS THEY DONT SMILE

yummyymir: she think she ymir omgg ijbol

conman69: brah stfu 😭😭😭😭

“CONNIE. get the fuck out my live right now bitch.” you rolled your eyes and fake punched the camera. “that’s for you hoe!”

you held up two foundations to the camera. “which one should i use today y’all?” you asked your supporters. majority said charlotte tilbury, so you opened the bottle and applied a generous amount onto your face. blending the product in afterwards.

your bedroom door suddenly opened and sasha’s head peeked through. “y/n, can i use your setting spray? pleaseeee,” she pleaded. you jokingly rolled your eyes and beckoned her to come in.

sasha then came into the camera and smiled. “heyyyy live!”

hannabae: HEYYY SASHA BAE

bbycakes: DIDNT U BUY HER ONE FOR HER BDAY IJBOL 😭😭

“BRO, I DID! i swear she drinks that shit.” you said, handing her the bottle of setting spray. sasha laughed. “i don’t! i just use alot! i need my shit to stay all day.”

user00: okay thats real

“thank you user00!”

since sasha was done with her makeup and she already had her outfit picked, she decided to stay in your room. she plugged in the straightener that was hidden in one of your vanity drawers. she began to straighten her hair, while you did your makeup.

therealnai2: this is so girlhood

user00: I love yall so bad omg

15 minutes later..

“makeup and hair is done guys! are we serving or what?” you and sasha posed for the camera, showing off your makeup and hair.

“oh we ate!” sasha said, biting her finger.

user007: y’all are GIVINGGGG

yummyymir: girlies ate downnnn

hannabae: MOTHERS OH MYYYYY

user29: i wish i was Eren and mikasa

you and sasha giggled and thanked your supporters for the compliments. “i think we’re gonna end the live here. thank you all for chatting with us, bye bye!!!!”

“make good choices!” sasha shouted before the live ended.

*planetyn has ended the live!

🫧

- #THEONLYBESTIESEVER

- giving yall another one to make up for the 4 months..

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[the-s1lly-corner]

*explodes into your request box*

HEY HEY HEY, im back.

Came to ask an platonic Child!reader with the rest of the gang.

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Child reader is like an wolf in sheep's clothing, like reader has an cute expression on their face but when someone tries to touch them, they'll go like: "touch me and ill rip your hand off" in a full innocent voice and that cute smile.

And child reader has shark teeth.

Tyy!

*explodes*

- 🦭

The cast x child!reader (platonic)

throwing this together after waking up from a really nice nap! i still have the kinger request to work on but my brains still stumped.. sobs.. requests are still open by the way! you can find the link to my rules in my previous post, or you can look in my pinned! :O apologies if some sections for the characters are a little short, my brains still a lil okfvokffvovf from waking up TToTT

CAINE:

a child? in the circus?

he doesnt quite know how to make of it, i mean... its not like he has to make any accommodations, the circus is a place for all ages afterall!

i give you this new concept: dad caine

lightly scolds you when you threaten someone, bad manners!

i think he would be like a stereotypical eccentric dad

in house adventures seem to tone down just a touch so theyre not too intense or dangerous for you, keeps an eye on you to make sure you dont get stuck anywhere or flung across the room

rip bubble, you probably pop them when theyre within a foot of you

pinches your cheek only to have his hand comically chomped off ("now now (reader)! what did i tell you about biting! time out!)

POMNI:

similar confusion that caine has, but like, more so

how did a kid even get their hands on one of the headsets??

honestly i think pomni might be the type to be uncomfortable around kids; she doesnt hate them she just doesnt know what to do with them

also kids can possess a different kind of cruelness when they really put their minds to it and shes already in a mentally precarious position as it is

she doesnt avoid you though!

was bitten a grand total of one times, she made the mistake of trying to take you somewhere during an IHA and she didnt make you aware that she was going to put her hand on your shoulder

JAX:

okay you cant swear in the circus, but i feel like jax has some very creative ways to work around that, making these new colorful euphemisms that dont skip out on the crudeness. he teaches you some of his favorites just to watch the world burn

lightning fast reflexes, should you try to bite or hit him; not that hes going to try to put his hands on you

actually

i can see him picking you up via scooping his hands under your arms, or literally just holding you up by the scruff of your next

congrats theres now the image of jax holding a flailing sheep child in our heads. his shins will be kicked in the second you get put down

thinks its funny when people have to do double takes when you let out a threat or say something dark

RAGATHA:

i think she would be a cool babysitter, or big sister figure to you

similar to caine she will lightly scold you when you're being 'rude'

doesnt try to figure out why you dont like being touched, also respects it. respects your space as well, she doesnt totally baby you

she is a little sad that a kid so young got stuck in the digital world, though

even if you could remember things, i dont think she would ask out of fear of possibly upsetting you

likes making you little things (small pillows, plushes, ect) since i can see her being into sewing.. might be because shes a doll, though

KINGER:

i said it once and ill say it again, kinger is dad. like i already hc he had kids before getting stuck in the digital world, but i also like to hc that he and gangle have a dad/kid relationship, at least when kinger was less... paranoid

like he still has the capacity to be a father figure to you, but i think with you being a little... ermrmfl.. he might be a little put off

tells you stories about "being a king" (ie embellishing the one time he was put in charge during an IHA ages ago) and tells you about some previous in house adventures

youre so short he genuinely doesnt see you approaching sometimes so he either gets jumpscared by you or literally trips over you on accident

is so so apologetic once he gets over the initial shock of suddenly meeting the floor

really if you follow this guy around and show interest in his interests hes gonna adopt you

he knows your threats arent empty, even if they arent hes not going to try to find out

ZOOBLE:

zooble seems like the type of person to find some vague amusement in kids swearing or saying out of pocket stuff, i cant explain why

cant teach you swear words thanks to the censoring of the digital world but hey... they can still spell it out...

honestly i hc that zooble themselves doesnt like being touched so hey you dont have to worry about that, they personally get it

cool older sibling energy. while ragatha gives off sweet n caring older sister, zooble gives off the energy of a cool older sibling who like. idfk skateboards or something

zooble skateboarding real

not much else to say here

GANGLE:

similar to pomnis but this is more so because gangle is intimidated by other people thanks to her shyness!

i think gangle would be in the same boat as you and zooble, in terms of touching, but in gangles case its because shes made of ribbon and thus can be pushed around very easily

would cry on the off chance you snap at her :(

she lets you into her room sometimes to let you draw with her! kids like drawing right?

thats her reasoning, at least

i mean hey, it gives you something to do and gives you a break from all the chaos

actually pretty okay when her comedy mask isnt broken, actually makes an attempt to properly get to know you and crack a few jokes

[frootloopscos]

Night Raven Daycare!

This is another fic that I figured I should cross post, let me know what ya'll think of it!

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(Y/N) hummed along to their music as they drove down the street to their new work building. Turning into the parking lot the smile as the song playing had finished right on time. Unplugging their phone, turning off the radio, and then their car, they check their hair quickly in the Mirror and then grab their Fanny pack. Putting their phone inside and tossing the strap over their shoulder. They exited the car and locked it before putting the keys in the little bag, then they took a deep breath and walked up to the door, pulling it open they look around before they're greeted by who the assumed was the head caretaker.

"Mx (Y/N) (L/N) correct?" The male asked, (Y/N) nods, "that's me." They said with a small smile and extending a hand, "nice to finally meet you sir." The head caretaker smiled and exited his own hand, shaking the enby's. "Yes yes, now today is your first day so you'll be taking care of only one class with another caretaker to get used to it." (Y/N) nods, "makes sense." They say as the two walk down the hall and to a door "this class consists of mainly humans with one beast man and one half fae child, and a robot, they're all around five to seven in common years." The male explained before knocking on the door and opening it. No one was inside except for a cat?

The Enby crouched down and held and open palm, the black fluffy cat came over and allowed them to pick it up. They pet the cats head as Crowley spoke to it. "Ah, Lucius, where is Trein?" He asked, (Y/N) looked to Crowley, "I didn't know we could bring pets or familiars." They said with a small pout, they would've brought their own little kitty if they knew. Crowley cleared his throat, "apologies, did you not get an email that said that?" The Enby shook their head looking at the cat. "Hey kitty, can you go get your master?" They asked before setting Lucius down. The cat meowed at them and went to the back of the room, weaving through toys scattered on the floor until he got to a curtain and went behind it.

The two humans followed the familiar, Crowley pushed the curtain back to reveal an older looking gentleman who was moving around a dark room. The male looked over and grunted quietly to himself. He went over to the two and introduced himself as one of the other caretakers, "Mozus Trein, you may call me Trein, the kids find it easier to say than my first name. You are the new caretaker correct?" (Y/n) (L/n), I look forward to working with you." They said with a smile. Trein nodded, "I have finished tiding up the nap room, why don't we tidy up the rest of the room. If parents drop off their kids then have them put any belongings in their cubbies, their lunches go the the fridge behind my desk to keep them cold."

Crowley left shortly after the two caretakers had gotten acquainted, and as the two were cleaning the first child was dropped off by his dad. (Y/n) walked over "hey there bud, my name's (Y/n) you can call me Mx. (Y/N) or just (Y/n), I'll be helping mr Trein out today." They said to him, the little redhead smiled brightly and waved "hiiii! I'm Ace!" The Enby laughed lightly, "it's nice to meet you ack, why don't you say bye bye to your dad and then put your bag in your cubby, I'll take your lunch and then you can go sit on the mat alright?" Ace gave his father's legs a tight hug and then he ran over to the cubbies putting his backpack inside and giving (Y/n) his lunch box. "Look look! My lunch box has the queen of hearts on it!" (Y/n) nodded with a smile, "I do see, it's so cool Ace." They then went behind the fest and put it in the fridge.

The next child was carried in on someone's shoulders, "alright squirt." The dark blue haired male said putting the mini version of him down on the floor. "You be nice for your caretaker and We can go for a ride with the gang when we're done alright?" The little boy smiled widely at the statement and ne nodded, "okay big bro!" The tall male looked over "yo, call me Spades, pologies if the little sh- er Deuce says anything that might make him seem bad, I'll be here later to pick him up, later squirt." (Y/n) just shook their head confused and introduced themself to the boy, he told her his name was Deuce Spade and gave them his lunch box, it had a blastcycle on it.

The other kids slowly came in and introduced themself to the new caretaker. Jack, Epel, Sebek, and Ortho. Each proudly showing off their lunch boxes and running over to the mat to greet their friends. At that point Trein walked over with (Y/n) and cleared his throat. "Children, I'm sure you've all already met Mx. (Y/n), they'll be helping take care of you and the other kids in the daycare." (Y/n) waved with a smile, "heya kiddos, I'm brand new so you'll have to show me the ropes alright?" Epel's eyes widened at this, "we get to help an adult?" He asked with a grin, (Y/n) nodded, "yep! You'll have to help me out alright? So go easy on me." They said playfully and sat on their knees, "now, Mr Trein has some things he has to do, so why don't you all tell me your names again and one thing you like to do for fun? It'll be a little meet and greet." They said putting their hands together

The kids agreed to this and Ace decided to start. "Hi I'm Ace Trapula! And I really like to play!" (Y/n) smiled, Deuce decided to go next. "I'm Deuce Spade! I really like going on blastcycle rides with my brother and his friends!" "That's nice" (y/n) said with a smile. "Jack, why don't you go next?" The wolf beast man nodded, "I'm Jack Howl....and I really like to run!" (Y/n) nodded, "Epel?" The purple haired boy nodded "I'm Epel Felmer, I like helping my family out with harvest." "Mx. (Y/n), what's harvest?" Ace asked, "harvest is what we call it when farmers pick their fruits and vegetables." (Y/n) explained, "human!" Sebek said standing up "I am Sebis Zigvolt! And I like playing with my neighbors!" "It's very nice to meet you bud." (Y/n) said, "and how about you kiddo?" They asked the robot with blue seemingly flaming hair. The little robot looked up at them "oh! I'm Ortho Shoud and I really like playing video games with my brother!"

——— Hi hi! Thanks for coming in and viewing my new story! This was inspired a bit by a story on Ao3 right here

What did you guys think of the first chapter?

Word count: 1168

Published to wattpad: July 29th 2022

Published to tumblr: Jan. 30th, 2024 Edited: May 8th, 2023

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part thirty-nine: "The Secret Santa"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You join Matt, Foggy, Marci, and Karen for another yearly game of Secret Santa at Josie's.

Or

You're absolutely terrified of what might be in that little black box.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.6k

a/n: This is a fun and naughty little secret Santa installment with the gang at Josie's! And one of Reader's gifts certainly gets used in an upcoming smupdate... You can find the entire list of the installments for this series on tumblr here. And if you're enjoying it feel free to let me know!

Pulling the door open to Josie’s, you shivered from the contrasting warmth radiating from inside the bar with the cold December night outside. Tonight you noticed the bar was surprisingly fairly empty as you stepped inside, even if it was a Wednesday night. 

You heard your name almost immediately and your attention shifted to the right, landing on your group of friends all huddled around their usual table. Karen was smiling at you, excitedly waving you over. For a moment you remembered the night you came here when you'd thought Matt had invited you out on a date, spotting all of them sitting in a similar fashion to that night. A smile made its way onto your face at how much had happened since then as you shifted the bag in your hands that was hiding your Christmas presents for the Secret Santa game. Matt beamed at you as you walked towards the group, his head seemingly tracking your movements. You smiled back at him before focusing on everyone around the table.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," you apologized to the group, sliding into the chair beside Matt as you placed the bag on your lap. "I was talking to Ellison about extending a deadline on something, it…took longer than I expected."

Matt visibly tensed beside you but he said nothing. Instead, one of his hands pushed a beer towards you on the table, the movement catching your attention. 

"Already grabbed you a drink," he told you. 

Still smiling, you murmured, "Thank you." 

"Well at least you're here now, only thirty minutes late," Karen teased gently from your other side.

Across from you and sitting beside Foggy, Marci clapped her hands together over the table excitedly. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes while she glanced around at everyone. "So, do we all remember the rules?" she asked. "Close your eyes and no peaking when we put the gifts on the table," she reiterated firmly, her attention shifting to Foggy as she shot him a pointed look.

"Yeah, Matt!" Foggy called out.

Matt chuckled beside you, shaking his head. "Alright, you caught me. I peak every year behind these," he joked, pointing at his dark glasses.

Marci’s attention returned to you, that glint still in her eye. "Last year we went tame when you joined us for Secret Santa," she said, shooting Matt a look beside you, "because he asked us to. So we wouldn't send you running away scared." She wagged a finger at you and you felt your palms sweating against the bag in your lap. "We didn't necessarily do tame this year," she warned you. 

"Well now you might send me running away," you joked nervously.

Matt's shoulder bumped yours lightly, catching your attention. You turned, taking in the warm smile on his face as he gazed back at you.

"You'll be just fine, sweetheart," he assured you.

“I already gave her a heads up,” Karen told everyone. “The other week after we drew names. I didn’t want her to be too startled and I wasn’t sure Matt would say anything.”

Marci once again glanced around the table, raising a brow as she did. “Alright, everyone ready then?” she asked. When everyone nodded she smiled. “Okay, we all close our eyes and keep them closed until all the gifts are on the table. And let’s be mindful of the drinks already on here,” she said, her attention once again shifting to Foggy beside her.

“Hey,” he said, “in my defense, I spilled that drink on myself last year, not you.”

“But it was my drink,” she countered.

One of his hands rose from his lap, patting her shoulder lightly as he smiled lovingly at her. “And if I knock it over again this year, I’ll buy you another, babe,” he assured her.

Beside you, Matt cupped a hand around his mouth and called out, “Get a room!”

Marci’s head snapped in his direction, that mischievous glint back in her eye. “You might be the one needing to get a room later, Murdock,” she teased, turning her head and shooting you a wink. And then her expression returned serious, leaving you a bit nervous at her comment. “Okay, everyone close your eyes and put your gift on the table. Not directly in front of you either!”

You joined the group in closing your eyes, hearing the sound of rustling as everyone removed their gifts from wherever they had been hiding them. You slipped your own gifts out of the bag, carefully trying not to bump into Karen too much as you tried to push it on the table away from you. When your gift was on the table, you waited patiently with closed eyes for the rustling to stop.

“Everyone’s gift on the table?” Marci asked.

A chorus of affirmative responses came from the group. Soon everyone was opening their eyes, taking in the sight of the wrapped presents before you all. The moment you spotted yours, you felt your heart speed up. It was a black box with a bright red bow on it, your name written in silver sharpie. You just knew whatever was in there was going to make you nervous to open in front of everyone.

“Why don’t we go around the table this year?” Foggy suggested. “To make it easier than trying to guess numbers each time we take a turn.” 

“Okay, who wants to start us off then?” Marci asked.

Beside you, Karen perked up, practically bouncing up and down in her seat. “Oh, I will!” she quickly volunteered. 

Eagerly she reached out, finding the two gifts with her name on them. They were wrapped in the most obnoxious Christmas paper you’d ever seen–vibrant elves. You got the feeling the wrapping paper was chosen either intentionally or because it was Matt and he didn’t know or care.

And neither did Karen. Tearing through the paper swiftly, she unwrapped a small box. Immediately she was laughing behind a hand as she held it up. 

“Wine condoms?” she asked.

“Well hey,” Marci said, fighting down her own laughter across the table, “at least on the nights you drink alone and can’t finish a bottle, you’re still getting the opportunity to open a condom.”

You snorted loudly, throwing a hand over your own mouth at her joke. Matt beside you was laughing quietly, his shoulders shaking as he bit his lip. Karen rolled her eyes, grinning, as she focused on opening up the second gift. It was a coffee mug that she pulled out of the box next, covered in writing on one side. Her eyes scanned over it quickly before she laughed, glancing between Foggy and Matt.

“Okay, one of you guys clearly got this for me,” she said.

“What’s it say?” you asked her.

She glanced back down, reading from the mug as she spoke. “I’m not arguing, I’m just explaining why I’m right.”

“Hmm, sounds accurate,” Foggy joked, drawing his beer to his mouth as he glanced away. “Definitely wonder who could’ve gotten you that.”

“Yeah,” Matt mused beside you, amusement in his tone, “I really wonder who could’ve gotten you that, Karen.”

“Dicks,” she joked, balling up the wrapping paper in front of her. “Okay, who’s next? Foggy?” She glanced at you and said your name, her brows raising questioningly.

Your eyes darted towards that intimidating black box and you smiled nervously, gesturing a hand to Foggy. “How about Fog goes next?” you answered quickly, hoping to postpone opening your gift for as long as possible.

“Ohh!” Foggy exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. “I am so ready for this!”

Marci slid the gifts you had gotten for Foggy along the table towards him and you watched silently as he opened the first box. Once he'd torn off all the paper on the first gift, he slowly lifted the lid. His head tilted curiously to the side as he reached a hand in and pulled out a tie.

“It’s a tie,” he said, mainly for Matt’s benefit as he sat beside you with his head cocked to the side, brows furrowed. “But I don’t quite understand what’s on it?”

He held it up to himself, as if he was wearing it, and Karen, Marci, and you all lost it simultaneously. A round of laughter broke out at the table as Foggy glanced downwards at the tie, still trying to make sense of it. Poor Matt was still confused beside you.

“What?” Matt asked. "What's so funny?"

“It–it looks like his shirt is open,” Karen wheezed out between laughs.

“And he has a hairy chest!” Marci finished, wiping tears from her eyes.

A large smile slid across Matt’s face, one of his hands readjusting his glasses on his nose. "Please don't wear that to court," he begged Foggy.

"Oh, I don't know, Matt," Foggy disagreed, grinning as he shook his head. "I look quite sexy in this. Might even give you a run for your money on court days."

You were still fighting down laughs as Karen reached out a hand, pointing to the other gift in front of him.

"What's in that one?" she asked curiously.

Foggy set the tie back down and focused on the other gift. You chewed your lip nervously as he unwrapped the paper to reveal yet another box. Carefully he opened it, and then he reached in before slowly holding up the set of handcuffs. Marci gasped excitedly beside him.

"Oh my God, we needed new handcuffs!" she exclaimed while Foggy's face reddened a bit. "We broke ours on Halloween!"

Matt cleared his throat loudly. "Information I could have done without," he said, raising his beer to his mouth for a drink.

Grinning wide, Marci reached out and grabbed the package with her name on it. It looked almost similarly packaged like the gift for you.

"Okay my turn," she exclaimed excitedly.

She quickly untied the bow before sliding the ribbon off. Without hesitation, she opened the box–and her eyes practically lit up. 

"We have two sets of handcuffs now!" she squealed. "And oh, this looks fun." Her hand darted into the black box and pulled something out.

Your eyes went wide as Foggy's face further reddened, drawing his beer to his mouth and glancing down at the table. Karen was openly laughing on one side of you while Matt was sitting on the other side of you with raised brows behind dark lenses.

"Do I want to know?" he asked.

"No–" Foggy began, but Marci cut him off.

"It's one of those butt plugs with a tail–it's a pink bunny tail," she said.

Matt's brows somehow rose even higher onto his forehead as he also glanced away. Just as Foggy had done, he took another drink of his beer and remained quiet. 

You, across the table, were now feeling ready to bolt. If that was what was in the box for Marci which looked similar to yours, you didn't even want to know what was going to be in your gift. You were sure you'd be redder than the ribbon when you opened it in front of everyone. 

"Okay, Matt's turn," Marci announced, putting everything back into her box.

You reached out across the table, sliding the wrapped package towards Matt. He thanked you softly before he began tearing the wrapping paper open. Eventually he tore it all off, his hands fiddling with opening the box next. And then he reached in, feeling around curiously before he held up a pair of cozy socks like he always wore, except these weren't plain. You grinned at the sight of them.

"Socks?" Matt asked, head tilting to the side. "But judging by the laughter beside me, there's something on them."

"Avocados," you told him. "It says 'I want to avo-cuddle' on them."

"That seems tame after what Marci just opened," he mused, setting them down. 

He reached in and pulled out a pair of boxers next. Your eyes went wide before you began laughing at what was written on the ass.

"So boxers, but clearly something is on them as well," Matt said. He turned, shooting you a smile. "I think I only trust you to tell me what it is."

Grinning, you said, "They're green with a bunch of avocados on them. But on the butt it says–" you paused, laughing, "–'Back that Hass up'."

He cracked up, shaking his head as he set the underwear back. "I'm sure you'll appreciate these, sweetheart." His gaze shifted down the table towards Foggy, grinning. "Thanks, Fog."

You bit your lip, fighting down your laughter still at the boxers and the mental image of Matt wearing them. Across from you, Marci grinned devilishly and pushed the black box towards you. Instantly your smile faded and your pulse sped up, anxiety washing over you. Beside you, Matt's head canted curiously to the side, his covered gaze landing on you. No doubt he noticed the change in your body.

"Your turn," Karen teased, placing a hand on your shoulder briefly. 

Nervously you reached out and began untying the bow, watching as the red ribbon fell to the table. With shaking fingers you lifted the lid just enough so you could see what was inside. Your eyes immediately went wide, your heart somehow thrumming even faster in your chest. Karen leaned in beside you to take a peak before a hand flew to her mouth, covering a giggle. 

"I don't think I want to know," Foggy said from across the table. "Judging by her face."

"I do," Matt said, leaning closer towards you, his forearms resting on the table as he smirked at you. 

"Go on," Marci urged slyly, "tell your man what's in there."

And clearly Marci was the one who bought you this, judging by that coy, smug look on her face. You took a deep breath, trying to fight back the growing flush on your cheeks.

"It's uh, silk wrist ropes," you told Matt awkwardly, noticing the upward twitch of his lips. "They're red. And a, uh–" you cleared your throat, "–a flogger."

Matt's smirk only grew further on his face. Across the table, Foggy was choking on his drink. Marci clapped a hand roughly on his back as you quickly lowered the lid back onto the box, too nervous to keep looking at the items. The way Matt was staring at you while you picked up your own beer and took a few deep drinks felt like he was burning a hole in the side of your face.

"Yeah, I definitely didn't need to know what was in there," Foggy muttered. 

"Maybe you should bring those with you on your road trip," Karen teased, gathering up all of the wrapping paper from the table. 

Your face only flushed further at that thought. 

"You know, I think I might go use the restroom," you said in a rush, face feeling as if it were on fire as you quickly slid out of your chair. 

"At least I didn't go with the glass dildo!" Marci exclaimed. 

A few people around the bar turned and stared at you at that particularly loud comment. Your eyes widened in horror as your friends laughed. 

"Oh my God ," you muttered, burying your face in your hands. 

"Yeah, Marc," Matt said from next to you with a wide grin, "you'd have definitely scared her away last year."

Marci laughed loudly as you turned, darting off to the bathroom. From behind the bar counter you even spotted Josie good-naturedly laughing at you and your pace quickened. 

[asco-bisco]

benlyn - I don’t have a title for this fic yet

lwk tweaking bc ao3 is down/hsrs

summary: the gang is at the graveyard and things start spiraling out of control as Tyler begins to loose his patience—actually, everyone does, one way or another.

not beta read bc I wanna sleep and we love Benlyn guys (nvm not ‘we’ it’s just me :d)

“Well, so far it looks like going with your ideas doesn’t work!” Tyler threw his arms at the air, stepping forward towards Ashlyn who flinched slightly at both the sudden movement and raise in volume. 

“Please,” Taylor put a hand on Tyler's shoulder, “Let’s calm down—” “—Calm down?! NO!” Tyler pushed her away with gritted teeth. “I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW!” He grunted as he whipped his head back to Ashlyn.

“Hey!” Aiden stepped in front of Ashlyn. “Lower your voice, have some respect for her…” Aiden glanced at Ashlyn before looking back at Tyler with a strained smile. “Shut it, psycho! You of all people should NOT BE TELLING ME TO HAVE RESPECT FOR PEOPLE!” Tyler shouted back, stepping forward. Aiden’s eye twitched and as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Taylor.

“Stop fighting!” She balled her hands into fists. “If we all just calm down and talk like civilized people, we can do this without shouting,” She tried to reason but the heat of the situation has grown too far. “I’m done with civilizied!” Tyler pushed Aiden away and jabbed his finger on Ashlyn. “You are taking this situation far too lightly!” He furrowed his brows as a vein began bulging on his neck. 

“I am not!” Ashlyn found it in her to shout back, stepping forward. “I am being calm about it, big difference,” She remarked with a slight tease in her tone which Tyler seemed to catch and grow even more aggravated. “You being calm isn’t getting us anywhere!” He pushed her back which caused her to stumble against Logan. 

“Tyler!” Taylor pulled him away.

“Ashlyn, you okay?” Logan helped Ashlyn find her footing as the twins continued to argue.

“Hey, watch where you put your hands, half-wit!” Aiden shouted at Tyler which began to cause a fight between the two.

“Ashlyn?” Logan reached for her but she stepped away. 

“They’re too loud!”  She thought as she slapped her hands over her ears and ran away from the scene. She gasped as she found herself inside a bus, running to a seat near the middle. She could still hear their shouting and she didn’t even know how far she was from them at that point but she had her hands over her ears as she sat down, her knees to her chest.

She let out shaky breaths as she tried to regain her composure and as she did, she lowered her hands and shut her eyes. “Breathe, Ashlyn…” She told herself before she felt the bus rock as someone got on. Then she snapped her eyes open as a loud crash was heard only to see Ben panting heavily at the entrance of the bus, chest rising and dropping repeatedly. His face was dark as a vein bulged on the side of his chin, his brows were furrowed in a way Ashlyn hadn’t seen before.

It…scared her.

Then she found out where the loud crash was from, his phone was on the floor with the screen cracked but her attention was diverted as Ben kicked the driver’s seat and took the headrest off before throwing it at the window.

Ashlyn flinched and clasped her hands over her ears as a little gasp left her lips, her eyes shut as she felt herself tremble.

Never had Ben scared her like that and now she wished she was in a different bus as she opened her eyes to see Ben picking up his phone and lifting it in the air, ready to throw it again before he spotted Ashlyn and the scary look in his eyes disappeared.

He dropped the phone and stepped away, his eyes widened and the corner of his brows knitted upwards. Then he quickly approached her, hands reaching out to her before he pulled them away, biting on his lips as his eyes darted around Ashlyn.

“B-Ben, I’m okay…” She lowered her hands, the trembling in her voice and body far too obvious for Ashlyn to hide. 

And it was far too obvious to convince Ben her words were true.

He backed away and rushed out of the bus and she watched as it rocked with his leave. She looked at the broken window before looking down at her hand, her fingers twitching slightly as the memory of the crash was so loud in her ears—they were still ringing.

Then the bus rocked again as Ben came back, his sketchbook and pencil in hand along with something else she couldn’t figure out until he was close to her. Her noise canceling headphones.

He put the pencil and sketchbook down which revealed it had an apology written on it as he offered her the headphones. “Thank you…” She took the headphones and removed her earbuds, the shouting from the middle of the graveyard suddenly coming back and making her ears ring. 

“Gah—” She dropped the buds and put her hands over her ears, eyes shutting and knees closing in as she tried to silence the shouts. Then she felt Ben’s hand over hers and she opened her eyes to see he was in front of her. He had worry painted all over his face and guilt in his eyes.

Now she was beginning to feel guilty.

She watched as he let go of her hands and put the headphones on her head and she let go of her ears, letting the noise canceling headphones do their job. Ben’s chest dropped as he puffed air out his nose. He picked up the sketchbook and pencil and began writing something before turning it to Ashlyn.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were also on the bus and I was being reckless. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Ashlyn felt her heart melt at the apology and she looked back at Ben. “It’s okay,” Her voice wasn’t as shaky as it was before since she’s finally got ahold of herself. She watched as he looked away with his eyes dropping slightly.

She could only guess what he was thinking, something that wasn’t written in his updated apology.

“Ben, are you upset because I saw you like that?” She asked and his eyes snapped to her. “It’s okay, we all have our moments,” She assured him but he shook his head and faced the sketchbook toward him as he flipped the page and began writing something.

“You were already overwhelmed with the shouting and I only added more to that. And I could’ve gone rogue on you, people have their moments but mine are dangerous, I could’ve hurt you even more.”

Ashlyn felt her heartstrings get tugged at as she read the message and she looked back at Ben to see his eyes beginning to well. “But you didn’t…” She patted the spot beside her, offering for him to sit with her but he hesitated at first before sitting down.

“I’m okay, Ben, you didn’t hurt me,” She turned her head to him and felt even more disappointed as he shook his head, frowning as he continued to write.

“I should’ve stopped Tyler from pushing you, even Aiden was able to fight back but I couldn’t do anything to help you. You do so much for us and I can’t do enough because of my mistakes that I could’ve repeated. I let anger take over me.”

“You do a lot for us too,” She told him with a soft voice. “You heal our wounds and you already helped me by bringing me my headphones, don’t look down on yourself,” She turned to him and felt happier now that his face has lightened. He nodded slowly but his gaze was still averted.

“I forgive you, Ben. And I’m sure you would never hurt me.”

Ben finally looked back at her with soft eyes as a small smile grew on his face. 

And she felt herself do the same.

Anything that scared her was gone as she could only find comfort in this moment, all negative feelings long gone.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1176: Battle of the Wife-Loving Husbands (Sonic)

6:45 p.m. at the Crocodile's Residence's Living Room..........

Antoine: (Starts Laughing While Sitting Next to Vector on the Sofa) Ohoho nonnn!~ Zat actually happened!?

Vector: (Chuckling Lightly While Nodding) It's the truth! The moment we found out that Eggman was pulling the strings that entire time, Charmy zoomed right on in and started stinging the poor guy without breaking any sweat. The little rascal made me real proud on that day I'll tell you what.

Antoine: Yes, yes, as you should be!~ Any father would be proud to see their offspring give zat fouled wrench Robotnik a taste of his much deserved comeuppance. And I must say, I truly admire the hardwork and dedication you've crafted onto detective agency for such a long time,

Vector: (Smiles Brightly at his Brother in Law Beside Him) Hey, thank man! It's all in the day's work. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Though, to be honest. I don't even think it holds a candle to how rad your royal guard gig is in comparison.

Antoine: (Chuckles Lightly) Oho I wouldn't exactly say it's the most "raddest" profession out there. But I take full pride in doing what I must to protect the king and the Kingdom of Knothole. (Closes his Eyes Shut and Clasps his Hands Together as He Sighs Very Dreamingly) And I would've never gone as far as I am now if it weren't for my sweet, darling Bonnie being by my side through even the toughest of trials!~

Vector: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hm now that i think about, the agency and my life in general has changed a whole lot for the better since the day Vanilly and I started dating. (Starts Smiling Fondly and Sighing Dreamingly as Well) It's been two years and I still can't believe I'm happily married to that saint of an woman!~

Antoine: Oh yes~ Marrying zat strong, irresistibly beautiful woman was one of-non. It was ZHE best decision I have ever made in my glorious life~

Antoine/Vector: Bunnie is/Vanilly's the best wife that ever lives!~

A sound of scratching record his held in the background as the two husbands turns back to one another right on cue.

Antoine/Vector: Huh?

Vector: (Rubbing the Back of his Head Again) Uh S-Sorry about that. Didn't mean to interrupt you there. (Chuckles a Bit) You know how I get whenever I start talking about Vanilla.

Antoine: (Quickly Shakes Both his Hands in Front of his Face) Oh nononon, it's quite alright! I was just taken aback from what we both said is all. (Starts Twiddling his Fingers While Looking Away For a Bit) Considering how inferior she in the equation of this very topic......

Vector: (Eyes Immediately Starts Widening Up) Who's inferior!?

Antoine: ..........Vanilla.

Vector: (Gives his Brother in Law a Menacing Looking Glare) Are you saying my wife isn't good enough?

Antoine: (Shakes his Head) Non non non. Vanilla is a wonderful, fantastic woman, truly! I just don't think she's necessarily the best compared to my adoring wife.

Vector: (Let's Out a Gasps Before Putting on a More Regular Glare this Time) Excuse you? I'll have you know that my wife can be up to par with yours in greatness! Are we really gonna gloss over the fact that she was able watched over Cream on her own, YEARS before I came along to step up and help?

Antoine;: (Simply Nodded) A very impressive and admirable feat indeed. (Forms a Competitive, Slightly Pompus Smirk on his Face) But MY wife has raised Miles as her own long before we thee wed.

Vector: (Raises an Eyebrow, Unconvinced) Really. How long exactly?

Antoine: (Lowers the of Hand Down Slightly While Hovering the Other Below it) Back when Miles was zis small and Bunnie and I were teenagers. You'd be surprised how knowledgeable she is when it comes to raising a youngling. (Clasps his Hands Together) Hence why I adore her everyday~

Vector: ......Alright, I'll admit, that's impressive. But MY wife used to be part of a vicious biker gang in her college year as Hot Fangz and still as feared and respected in the streets to this very day. PLUS, she was able to take down a group of rival gangs abd street thugs all by herself, with only her fists!.....'Least that's what she told me.

Antoine: Charming. Meanwhile, MY wife has not only managed to demolish a wave of the doctor's robots within a eight to ten minutes, without developing a single sweat, but she was ALSO rightfully crowned as "The Strongest Woman in All of Mobius" thanks to her years of contributing to the Freedom Fighters name. Not to mention the fact zat her strength alone equals zat to an elastic bull.

Vector: Yeah, well, MY wife managed to demolished Metal Sonic once. You know? A near perfect of Sonoc in every way, one of Eggman's greatest and quite possibly powerful creations besides Omega and his own daughter, Sage! In fact, she doesn't even need to fight at all considering her glare alone could make anyone runaway with their tail behind their legs, within seconds, Bunnie included.

Antoine: ('GASPS') I beg your pardon!? (Finally Glares at Vector) Are you implying zat my glorious wife iz a cowardice chicken!?

Vector: (Crosses his Arms) Not at all. I'm just saying her chances of last a second staring into Vanilla's Motherly Death Glare are below zero. (Forms a Cocky Grin of his Own) Even more so considering she's the baby cousin of the two and one of he golden rules of being part of a family is the oldest siblings always goes on top.

Antoine: (Starts Growling in Anger) Baby cousin or not, Bunnie Rabbot D'Coolette will always be the Strongest Woman in my prideful heart and I refuse to let anyone tarnish her name in vain, not even from my one and only in law. (Gets Up From his Seat) Which is why that I, Sir Antoine D'Coolette.....(Points at Vector in Front of Him) Challenge YOU, Vector Crocodile, to a duel of wits, strength, and honor! And that duel......

Antoine got down on his knees and place his elbow on the coffee table with his hand crunch up and a determined look written all over his face.

Antoine: Will be the wrestling of the arms!

Vector: You mean Arm Wrestling?

Antoine: I know what I said! Now will you accept my challenge or forever hold your peace?

Vector: (Shrugs) Sure, I'm down. (Gets Himself Up From the Sofa and Seat Himself Down on the Floor While Setting his Elbow on the Other Side of the Table While Gravving Hold of Antoine's Hand) Just don't expect me to go easy on your cuz we're family, bro.

Antoine: Oh i intend on give everything I got, brother-in-law. Commence battle! In 3......

Vector: 2.

Antoine: 1!

Vector/Antoine: GO!

The two brother-in-laws begin their arm wrestling match, pushing themselves to the absolute fullest.

Vector: (Struggling a Bit by Antoine's Surprising Strength) Argh! I'll be damned.....You ain't playing around tonight....Aren't ya?

Antoine: Not even close, mon ami....It seems the love for my Bunnie given me the strength I need to out best!.....

Vector: Well, ain't that sweet? (Starts Picking his Strength Back Up) But you're not the only one feeling motivated by love right now, you know!....So if you wanna go all out, then COME ON THEN!!

Antoine: SANS PITIÉ!!!

Meanwhile at The Hallway.......

Bunnie: (Standing Behind the Side of the Doorway Entrance Watching the Match Up Going on in the Distance) I cannot believe our two lovers boys are in there bickerin' and arm wrestlin' for our honor and junk.

Vanilla: (Places her Hands on Both Cheeks While Standing Behind her Cousin, Swaying her Hips From Side to Side like a Lovesick Puppy) I know, right?~ It's the most cutest thing ever!~

Bunnie: (Looks Back at the Husbands Arm Wrestling Each Other Before Sighing and Blushing) Yeah, I won't lie. It's freakin' adorable....(Turns Back to her Older Cousin) But the clock's tickin' for us get to that fancy restaurant in time now. How are we gonna get those two to stop fightin'?

Vanilla: Just follow my lead, dear. I have an idea.

Back at the Living Room

We head back to the fierce Battle of the Wives Loving Husbands and our two combatants who are still going out strong, refusing to give in and not letting their wives' name and integrity plummet down to the dirt without a fight.

Speaking of wives........

????/????: Oh Boyyyys!~

The intense match up came to screeching halt as the two competitors gaze their attention and are completely struck in awe with their jaws plummeting diwn on the table at the two ladies making their into the living room.

Vanilla Rabbit Crocodile, sporting a long, sleeved red velvet dress and ahinig red heels with her hair down in the back in the same length as her two bunny ears, and Bunnie Rabbot D'Coolette, wearing a violet dress, black leather coat and cowboy boots, with her her hair being tied up in the bun in the back.

Needless to say, both ladies has dressed themselves up nicely for their scheduled double date for this evening much to their husbands' surprise.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) We're ready~

Vector: Vanilla.......

Antoine: Bunnie.......

Vector/Antoine: (Slowly Got Up From the Floor) You look!.....So......

Bunnie: (Forms a Seductive Smirk On Her Face Along with her Older Cousin) Stunnin'?~

Vanilla: Pretty?~

Vector: (Starts Blushing Along with his Brother in Law) Beautiful.......

Antoine: Breathtaking.......

Vector: Classy........

Antoine: Magnificent.........

Vector/Antoine: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle in Pure Awe) AMAZING~

Vanilla: (Giggles Some More) Aww~ You two are the sweetest~

Bunnie: Very much so. (Place her Havds on Both her Hips While Putting on a Bit of a Motherly Glare on her Face) Now, that we finally got your attention, you mind tellin' us why on Green Earth y'all were sittin' on this floor arm wrestlin' when we have a restaurant to get to?

Vanilla: (Clasps her Hands Together While Giving the Men the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes) Are you not getting along?~

Antoine: (Rapidly Shakes his Hands) Nononon! Non, we are getting along, truly! (Starts Twiddling his Fingers) It's just zat....Wellll.....

Vector: We were only testing out our strengths and wits is all. (Notices His Wife Wobbling her Lips Up and Down with the Same Puppy Dog While Bunie Raising an Eyebrow, Unconvinced Before Caving In) ('Sighs in Defeat') As well as battling for your honors before we had this huge debate over which of you two is the best wife. (Points at Antoine) Which he started it, by the way....

Antoine: (Let's Out Another Loud Gasp Before Angrily Points at Vector) COMMÈRE!!!

Bunnie: (Glares at her Husband) Antoine, is what Vector said is the truth?

Antoine: (Starts Chuckling Awkwardly) I-I-I wouldn't exactly say zat....particularly happened.....per say-

Bunnie gives Antoine her signature Harden Glare, In silence.

Antoine: (Spread his Arms Out and Wide in Utter Defeat) Okay, YES! I confess! I started zis charade from the very start! (Clasps his Hands Together in a Pleading Manner) I only wanted to prove to him how magnificent of a woman you are!~

Vector: (Crosses his Arms With a Satisfied Smirk on his Face) Yeah. It was definitely his fault already.

Vanilla: (Finally Gives Her Husband a Her Signature Motherly Glare) Vector!

Vector: (Gets Slightly Frightened by his Wife's Glare Before Lowering his Arms and Sighing in Defeat) But I wasn't any better. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth Yet Again) You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, Vanilly, and....I guess I wanted to prove him right....

Vanilla: (Places her Hand onto her Chest as Her Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) We've married the most sweetest husbands in the world, Bunnie~

Bunnie: (Heart Starts Melting in Happiness As Well) Indeed we have, Cousin. (Turns Back to the Husbands in Question) That's mighty flatterin' of you, boys, but y'all don't need to pit against each other to do so. (Turns to her Husband) 'Specially since you've been wantin' Vector to be the brother ya never had.

Antoine: Bunnie!

Vector: (Turns to Antoine) Wait, seriously?

Antoine: ('Sighs in Defeat') It's true. I've always been fond of the idea of having a sibling or two growing up. (Turns Away While Scratching the Side of hus Cheek a Bit by Using One Finger) So I'd hoped zat during evening together we would....bond as one, even if we aren't blood related.

Vector: (Stares at Antoine For a Brief Second Before Chuckling Lightly) Well, why didn't ya say so from the start? (Starts Patting on Antoine's Back) I'd be down to have strongest guard of the Knothole Kingdom for a brother!

Antoine: (Chuckles Lightly) Come now. I wouldn't exactly say I'm the Strongest out there......

Vector: You say that. (Wraps his Arm Around Antoine's Shoulder with a Big Smile on his Face) But you were definitely giving me trouble in our match earlier.

Antoine: (Smiles Back) Well, I couldn't possibly sat there and not give The Karma Collecting Vector a fair challenge now can I?

Vanilla: (Watches the Two Men Laughing Among Themselves While Gushing Up) They're finally getting along!~

Bunnie: (Smiles Softly) Like two brothers in the northern sky. Now can we please get the hay on outta here to our date night already?

Antoine: Yes, of course!

Vector: Hope we're not too late.

Vanilla: Don't worry, dear. We could get there a little earlier if we ride on our motorcycles.

Antoine: (Grimace at the Thought a Bit) Oh mec......

Vector: ('Gulp') Here's hoping we have the strength to make it through without falling......

Bunnie: (Giggles Softly) Will you boys relax? We ain't gonna ride as well fast as we used to, we know our limits.

Vanilla: Buuut before we go, we want to tell you something right quick?

Vector/Antoine: Hm?

Vanilla: If you boys continue to behave yourselves and get along for the rest of the evening.....(Puts on a Very Seductive Smirk on her Face) We'll be more than willing to give you a very special treat when we come back here~

Bunnie: Yep. Some quailty, fun alone time. (Smirks Seductively as Well) In the bedroom~

Vector: (Eyes Starts to Widened While Blushing Along with hus Brother in Law) S-Speical.... T-Treat......

Antoine: F-Funtime.....In the...bedroom?~

Bunnie: (Casually Shrugs) Yeah, why not? We feelin' a little adventurous tonight. (Turns to Vanilla Next to Her) Isn't that right, V?

Vanilla: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Indeed we are~ Especially on beautiful night like this. (Walks Over to Vector) And what better way to spend wonderful evening~.......

Bunnie: (Walks Over to Antoine) ......Then to have a little fun with the men we grew to love ever so fondly~

The two ladies kisses their respective husbands on the lips on a bit if a slow, sensual manner, for a brief second before pulling away, leaving the two standing there, stunned and speechless.

Vanilla: Well, now with that's settled.....(Happily Walks Out the Door Let's get our grub on, people!~

Bunnie: (Follows Vanilla Behind) Love Quest Restaurant, here we come!~ YEEEEEE-HAW!~

Antoine: ...........You know, call me crazy. (Turns to Vector) But I feel like I'm falling in love all over again.

Vector: Same.But enought talk. (Turns to Antoine with a Determined Look on his Face) Let's give our beautiful bunnies the best Double Date of their lives.

Antoine: (Nodded in Agreement) Oui.

The two give each a sided fist bump as they both walk out the door as they begin to experience the double date night of the brand new year.

@rechicken-and-waffles

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[upbeatpeekos-blog]

Prompt by @that-one-dumb-non-binary

Sorry if it's bad it's my first fanfic.

Spoiled Milk

"Mista, is this milk expired?" Narancia says, peeking inside the milk

"I don't know, ask Fugo. He's the one that used it last."

"What about me?" Fugo replies as he walks in the kitchen

"Is the milk expired?"

"No,..."

"You sure? It smells weird"

".....Milk doesn't expire....."

Mista looks at Fugo like he had 3 heads

"What..."

"Uhh yeah...it doesn't expire.." Fugo's face is flat as a board

'Crap....what am I saying..this is embarrassing...welp too late to go back now..'

Mista lets out a concerned sounding laugh. "Haha, Fugo... you're so funny."

"So, is it expired?" Narancia looks at both confused

"Ye- No!...."

Fugo cuts off Mista. Mista glares at Fugo.

"Erm, what's going on?.."

Giorno stood in the kitchen entry.

'Barnacles...' Fugo thought to himself, frustrated.

"Giorno, is the milk expired?"

Narancia has a impatient look on his face

"I don't know?" He shrugs as he sits down groceries

'Wait I could use Giorno as an advantage.'

"Hey, Giorno...Can I speak with you for a moment."

"Sure?" He walks out of the kitchen with him

"So..." Fugo pinches his nose.

"This is an odd request, but...can you please follow through?"

"What is it?"

"Can you convince them that...Milk doesn't spoil..."

'He won't do it...this is so stupid'

"What? Why?"

Fugo sighs. "I said it didn't spoil...I-i don't know why,...and I'm embarrassed about it...."

Giorno stares at him

"Just tell them that it was a joke?"

"Please, Giorno.. just think off it as payback from when they put red dye in your shampoo last month.."

Giorno thinks for a moment...

"Fine...I'll do it.."

"Thank you, thank you."

Fugo lightly puts his hands on Giorno's face

"I knew I could count on you.."

They go back to the kitchen

"Fugo....way were you saying milk doesn't spoil?" Mista was tested

"Cause it doesn't.."

"Yes it does"

Yes, it does? I thought you were the smart one of the gang?"

"Mista, he's right," Giorno says in a monotone voice

Mista stops talking

"Giorno, not you too..

"I thought milk spoiled? Does it not? Doesn't it mean its spoiled when it smells bad?"

Giorno leans on the island counter

"Milk doesn't spoil..."

"What are you guys saying!? Have you two gone mad!?"

"Mista, you always have these odd conspiracies. Are you sure it isn't one of those?" Fugo kept his cool.

"It's not a conspiracy! It's a fact!"

"Mista, it's true. Milk does not spoil."

Giorno says, staring in Mista's dark brown eyes seriously.

"You guys are right, Mista. You always have those dumb theories...how am I supposed to believe you?" Narancia puts back the milk, not wanting it anymore.

"What...what!...WHAT! No! Ughh it's not a conspiracy!"

"Yes it is, your just too embarrassed to admit that your wrong!" Fugo yells back

"Nuh, uh! You're lying it does go bad!"

"Mista, stop yelling your making scene...it doesn't spoil.." Giorno interrupts not wanting a violent fight to break out over literal spoiled milk.

Mista stops talking...he put his hands on his face...

"Ughhhhh! Oh my gooodd," he uncovers his face.

"Please tell me this is a joke."

"No, it's not.."

Narancia got tired of their bickering

"Mista, just except the truth. Fugo is smarter than you and me."

"...Fine...it doesn't spoil... But don't come running to me when you get sick!" Mista gets up, walking out the kitchen..

"Jeez, what a pushover," Narancia sighs. Then he walks out, probably just to go play on his game console.

There was an odd silence.

"So,...what are you going to do if he brings it up again?"

Giorno walks next to Fugo.

"Act like it never happened."

"Pfft, I figured."

Giorno smiles

"Well, I'm gonna go help Trish pick out a dress for her concert. Wanna come?"

"Sure...I should probably stay away from Mista for the time being."

They give eachother a smooch before walking out the kitchen.

The end

[themuse-if]

How would the ROs react to a MC that been focusing on their major up to the point they been forgetting to take care of themselves?

This is a really good scenario! Very likely you'll see something like this in the IF. Ok so I'm gonna set this in the crush stage.

For context only the other freshmen and Silas (the RA) live on the same hall as the MC, so that's: Maxine, Roxanne/Robbie, Joleen/Johnny, Delphine/Desmond, Everly/Everett, Rina/Ren, and Silas of course.

Roxanne/Robbie: *knocks on MC's dorm, comes in and immediately starts pulling out MC's clothes* Oh yeah sorry. I was just looking for your fit for tonight. Of course we're going out. Wait...ARE YOU STUDYING!? nope. NOPE! Put. The. Book. Down. Looks like it's time for an intervention. So here it goes. Me you and the rest of the gang are going out. We're gonna listen to some good music and dance and rage and just have a fantastic night. I know for a fact that your grades are fine, no better than fine. A few nights of letting loose aren't gonna ruin that. So, get your ass up and put this on, then meet me in the common area in 15. *struts out*

Joleen/Johnny: *finds MC in the library* Hey MC. *smile* I haven't seen you around outside of here and classes. You look a little meh, still super cute, but just kinda down you know. When was the last time you got some fresh air? Mmm that long? *reaches over and grabs your hand* Do you want to go for a walk in the park with me? We can just walk around and find some open space to lay out and listen to some tunes. You're down? Ok lets head out. Maybe we should grab some snacks too. *rubs their stomach* I got hungry while looking for you. *sighs*

Delphine/Desmond: *cooking up a storm in the common room kitchen* *MC is drawn out by the intoxicating smell* Oh look who's here. *smirks* Yeah I'm making (MC's favorite food). Yeah I know. So what if you only told me once, I pay attention. *grins* Yeah everyone will probably be following the scent out here pretty soon. I noticed that you've been keeping to yourself a lot lately, so I wanted to try and incorporate you back into a normal social routine. No need to thank me. Just make sure to take time for yourself and your friends. We kind of like you. *chuckles*

Rina/Ren: *texts MC, hey could you come out to the common room* I Made some stuff for poke bowls but it's too much for me to eat alone. Do you want some? Yeah? Cool. *subtle smile* So how's it going? I haven't seen you around lately. Oh I see you've just been studying. Anything else? And going to your part time job. Well what about self care? You don't have time? Of course you do. You just need to get your schedule in proper order. You have classes, work studying, and club activities, just take a moment to look and see where there are gaps. Don't take up all of your free time with 6 hours of studying. Set aside some time each day for to rest, and when you have extra time try to do things you enjoy. *laughs to themself* Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a self help book. We'll this was a good talk. Maybe we could hang out when you've got some extra free time.

Everly/Everett: *sees MC in the common room* Oh hey! Where are you heading? Oh back to your room to study. On a Friday night? Actually no. What do you mean, what do I mean? All I'm saying is that its Friday night and we are in the prime of our youth. You can't spend every spare second studying! There's this party later, you should come...with me... You're in ok cool. Meet me in the common room around 11. Yes P.M. *rolls there eyes and chuckles* Alright see you later.

Karla: *lightly taps on MC's door* So...I think we should have a chat. I know that your freshman year can be a bit overwhelming, it can be hard to organize your priorities. I just wanted to say that you shouldn't stretch yourself to thin. If you only focus on your studies then you're just gonna burn out super quick. And since your studying on a Saturday *gives you a pointed look of concern* I'd say you're in pretty deep. So cancel whatever you have planned for tomorrow *under their breath, "not much I assume"* We are going out for brunch and then we're gonna explore. Ok, I'll text you the details later.

Faye: *texts MC: Hey! meet me outside of your building. I've got a surprise! 🤗* Hey! *gives MC a big hug, pulls back and lifts up picnic basket* Look what I have! You've been holed up in your room or at the library, and it's feel like I haven't seen you outside in forever. So I took it upon my self to prepare a super special picnic just for you. *locks arms with MC* Let's get going! I want to show you one of my favorite spots while it's still light out!

Sebastien: *knocks on door* Hello! It's me, Sebastien! Can I com in! *opens door* I come with food! *sets down your new favorite Chinese takeout* Oh you look busy. Maybe you could take a quick break. We could have dinner and watch a show. Remember you said you would show me your favorite shows? Ok, you will, oh thank god. *relieved sigh* I don't know what I would have done with all this food if you said no. *starts laying everything out* Ok you go ahead and pick a show I'll set up the food.

Maxine: *storms into MC's room and snatches their book away* Ok, let's go. Me, you, and some extra buttery popcorn are gonna see (insert title movie here) then we're going to stuff our faces, and then we're gonna lounge around the dorm with some face masks on. You've been doing nothing but studying and now its time for some fun! I miss you! It's no fun having a bookish zombie for a best friend. Grades are important but you don't have to overwork yourself.

Silas: *knocks on MC's door, opens door and stays in doorway* Hey MC, I just wanted to check in. I haven't seen you at any hall events lately. I see your hitting the books pretty hard. *points to the ominous stack of books* When was the last time you went out with some friends? Wow. That long? Ok not to sound like your RA or anything *laughs at his own dry joke* but you need to get out more, actually enjoy your collegiate experience. We're having a game night later, I hope to see you there. *sends a cheeky grin MC's way*

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Thirty Six: Can’t Erase (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

“Spot. Spot. Spot!” I shove him as I try ta get outta bed. “Time ta carry tha banner!”

“I don’t wanna,” the King of Brooklyn mumbles into my hair.

“I know you don’t wanna, but I gotta! Now let me up-”

“You don’t have to, Beauty. I-”

I hold up my hand. “Stop right there, Sean Colon. I am not rely’n on nobody-”

“I’s just try’n to help-!”

“I don’t ask for help!”

“I neva said you’s was. I’s just be’n a gentleman, and provid’n for my wife.” Spot responds calmly.

I try to contain my emotions. “Aw, Spot. That’s real sweet, but you knows I can’t just sit around do’n noth’n. But if it really means so much, uh… I donno. Whaddya want me to do?”

Spot sighs. “Noth’n, it’s fine.”

“No, it ain’t fine. What can I do?”

“Noth’n. I just ain’t used to a goil who’s so independent- which is a good thing!” He adds quickly.

I chuckle. “I donno whedda I should be flattered or apologize. But either way, I gotta sell papes now. C’mon, get up!”

Spot don’t say anyth’n, but gets up. I quickly get dressed and grab an apple before head’n out. Spot still doesn't say anyth’n. 

“We’ll talk ‘bout this later, ok?” I call encourag’nly from tha door.

Spot just nods.

10 minutes later, and I’ve caught up with the ‘Hattan boys at the distribution center.

“Hiya, Becs!” Crutchy calls.

“How goes it, Beccy?” Blink asks.

Their positive energy makes me smile. “Hey guys. I’s do’n ok. How ‘bout all-a you’s?”

“Hmm.” Race gets up in my face and stares straight at me. “You don’t seem ok. What’s wrong?”

I raise my eyebrows. “If you’s must know, Spot thinks I’s too independent. But maybe he’s right- maybe I should back off a little-”

“No.” Jack interrupts. He strides over from where he’s been lean’n and puts his hands on my shouldas. “Becca, you’s my sista. You’s one of the most strong, independent newsies I know, and that ain’t someth’n to be ashamed of.”

“But Jack, Spot might have a point.” Mush speaks up.

Jack turns a cold stare at him. “What’re you’s say’n, Mush?”

“I’s just say’n that it’s completely normal for a goil to be less… working?” Mush adds lightly.

“What?! Are you’s say’n she outta just sit back and let Spot do everyth’n?!”

“Uh, guys? It’s really-” I try to smooth things out, but Jack won’t listen.

“I won’t have my sista rely’n on any guy to do everyth’n for her! He’ll just abandon her-!”

“Becca can’t do everyth’n herself! She’ll work herself to death-!”

“Guys. Guys! Uh- forget this!” I hastily grab my papes and stomp away.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Becca,” Crutchy says. “You do what you feel is right.”

“Yeah… Just wish I knew what that was.” 

At my usual sell’n spot, the traffic is tight. It’s still cold outside, but carts and carriages crowd everywhere, and people flood the streets.

“Extra! Extra! Mayor caught in sex scandal! Corpse found in Central Park! H-”

“Kelly!”

I stop and turn around. It’s Benny, and he don’t look happy. He’s also joined by his gang- which has grown to 30 members.

Benny storms up to me, and knocks the papes outta my hands.

“Hey-!”

“You’s real dead now, Kelly!”

I sneer. “It’s Colon now, actually.”

Benny slaps me. “I could care less whedda or not you’s tied the knot- your DEAD!”

One of his goons spits at me. “You’s messed with us long enough!”

I gape. “I’s neva messed with ya- you’s tha ones always pick’n a fight with me! Ya even tried to kill me!”

“And since that didn’t work, we’s here to end this once and for all! We’s gonna beat you so hard your brains is gonna stain tha pavement!”

Uh-oh. This again.

“Well, that seems- wait! What’s that?!” I point, and when tha goons look away I dash down the street. I’s too far away to flag down the ‘Hattan newsies…

“Get the oddas! I want that bitch dead!”

Oddas?!

I just keep runn’n, hope’n to make it to Brooklyn and get reinforcements. I can see the bridge-

“Stop her!”

Oh.

Ten more goons block the street. I turn around-

And the rest of Benny’s gang is wait’n for me.

“You’s done be’n the thorn in my side, Colon.” Ben steps up and punches me in the gut- all the air is knocked outta me! “And maybe when we’s done we’s gonna pay a visit to yer brodda too!”

“No… no!’ I wheeze. “Not Jack!”

“Quiet, slut!” A goon knocks me down and kicks my legs- a bruise is already form’n.

“And then we’s gonna visit yer precious husband!” Benny continues, slapp’n my face. “While we’s at it, we’ll give those Brooklyn kids a few lessons too!”

Binx? Tommy? Mink? All those innocent kids?!

“NO!” I scream at the top of my lungs and, using what energy that’s left, kick Benny in the crotch.

“Ugh! THAT’S IT! YOU’S DEAD MEAT!” Benny picks me up like a ragdoll and flings my body against the bridge’s wall. I hear a crack, and pain floods through me.

Death at this point feels all too familiar, that I’m afraid I won’t recognize it when it comes along for good.

“With you gone, the alliance between Brooklyn and ‘Hattan’ll be over, and we’ll be able to control all the newsies in New York. So just DIE ALREADY!” He kicks me into the wall again- this time I’s in so much pain my body goes numb.

I cough, and taste blood. My vision’s go’n blurry, my lungs are on fire…

“Never fear-” A voice calls.

I weakly look up. Spot?

“-Brooklyn is here!”

I shakily smile. He came for me.

“Let her go, Benny! Or else you’s all gonna get a soak’n you’ll neva forget!” Spot dominates clearly. He marches straight up to Benny and gets in his face.

Meanwhile, Bucky comes ova to me and tries to get me to sit up- cause’n my lungs to reject me.

“Ah!” I wince.

“You’s ok? What hurts?” Bucky asks worriedly.

“Everyth’n,” I groan.

“She ain’t leave’n unless it’s in a coffin!” Benny growls.

At this, Spot grips the jerk’s shirt and pulls his face towards his own. 

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you myself.”

“That so, Colon? Is this how ya treat old employees?”

Old employees?

“You’s know exactly why I did what I did, and I don’t regret noth’n. Leave. Her. ALONE!” Spot shoves Benny away.

Benny stumbles back, then hisses: “Get ‘em!”

The brutes charge, but the Brooklyn gang charges right back. I try to inch outta the way, but Benny comes over again and kicks me inta the wall. Through my blurred vision, I see fists be’n thrown, people be’n knocked left and right, blood and sweat fly’n.

“For Becca!” I hear ova tha noise.

Jack?

It is Jack, and all the Manhattan newsies! And-

I gasp.

Almost every newsie in New York! From Queens to Harlem to tha Bronx, they’s showed up to fight!

But Benny sees this as a perfect outcome.

“See what’ll happen when you’s dead and gone, slut? War! It’ll spread, and we’ll dominate the entire newsies network.”

No… he can’t… I won’t just let him win…!

“No,” I groan. I grip the railing and desperately ignore the scream’n pain in my ribs. Benny just laughs at me.

“Look atchya now- the tough, fearless newsie’s really just a wimpy goil!”

I grit my teeth through the pain, and use new-found strength to grip Benny’s shirt and push him towards the edge. He don’t seem to notice how close he is to the edge- someth’n to my advantage. 

“You’s couldn’t earn up to noth’n more than a housewife, ya harlot! And soon we’ll have plenty-a new members after we visit them Brooklyn kids-”

“NO!” I scream and run at him. But I’m too weak, and Benny thrusts me towards the edge- and I’s look’n at the frozen wadda beneath. An instant death.

“Au revoir, sweetheart!” Benny seethes in my ear- and I feel someth’n cold and sharp pressed by my leg. It’s a knife- Benny’s knife! An opportunity…

“B-Ben,” I struggle to make out my maybe-final words as I carefully grip the weapon. “Go. To Hell!”

With this, I jab the knife into Benny’s side- the same place he stabbed me, but deeper. One that’ll leave more than just a nasty scar.

Benny himself reacts in a frozen-shocked state. He just looks up and down from me to the wound, and stumbles back. He now sees the edge, but looks at me with a murderous glare.

“I’ll take you with me-!” He grabs my jacket and pulls me with him-!

“NO!” Spot screams and shoves Benny. They go back a forth, until Benny uses his weight to shove Spot away and try to come at me again.

But I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of this bastard bully’n me and all the odda newsies!

Benny comes at me- so I use momentum to swing him over the edge.

Off the edge.

It all happens in slow motion- all I see is Benny’s shocked, disbelief expression frozen on his face, fall’n to a stiff, splattering death.

I look away- I can’t stand to see him hit the ice-!

Smack!

The sounds rings out for what seems like forever, and every newsie hears it.

Spot runs over, and approaches with caution when he sees my shake’n face.

“Beauty…” He holds up his hands. “It’s ok- calm down…”

I- I’m a murderer… I killed someone…

“I’m a murderer…” I stutter, and I make the mistake of look’n down- to Benny’s splattered remains scattered on the ice, mix’n pure white snow and scarlet-red blood.

Spot now wraps his arms around me and walks me away. “You ain’t a murderer.”

“I killed someone…”

“Outta self-defense. And I’m sure every newsie here would’ve done the same.”

By now all the odda newsies are gathered around.

“You’s a legend now!”

“You’s the one who offed Slick Benny!”

My face changes from shock… to horror.

“I don’t wanna be a legend for kill’n somebody!” I scream.

“You’re not. You’re not,” Spot soothes me and rubs my back. “C’mon- let’s get you’s away from here.” He turn back and addresses the crowd: “Show’s over. Thanks for come’n, but you’s gotta scram!”

“Hey! That’s my sista! I won’t just let you-!” Jack argues.

“JACK!” I yell, make’n him jump. “Please- just let me be alone right now.”

Jack’s face still looks angry, but he obliges. The ‘Hattan newsies usher him away, with him still look’n over his shoulda.

I just wanna be alone.

“C’mon- let’s get you inside,” Spot walks me away from the wall and across the bridge. 

I try to respond, but my vision goes blurry and I stumble a bit.

“Here- I’ll carry you in.”

By now we’s inside the lodge’n house. Through my spotted in-and-out vision I see Spot lay me down on the table.

“Spot- I want to be left alone. Please.”

He shakes his head. “I’m afraid I won’t allow that, Beauty. I knows you too well- you’ll beat yourself up ova this and bring harm to yourself. Am I right?” He pulls me in closer, stare’n straight into me.

I sigh, defeated. “Sean, I killed him. While you might’ve killed somebody before, I haven't! His face… the way he looked at me before he fell…” I shudda. “I donno if I’ll ever be able to go back there again.”

“Rebecca. Ya can’t blame yourself. Benny knew he had it come’n, and if you didn’t push him off he would’ve killed you. Now I donno ‘bout you, but I prefer to have Rebecca Carlyle live’n and not Slick Benny. You’s here, alive and well-” He tightens his grip on me, cause’n me to cry out in pain.

Spot’s face immediately changes. “What? What’s wrong? Are you really that hurt? What is it?”

“My… sides,” I groan.

“Lemme see.”

I sit down at the kitchen table and begin to take off my shirt when Bucky jogs in.

“Hey, boss I-” His face goes red when he sees me. “Oh! Mrs. Colon, I- I’ll just wait outside then.”

“No problem, Bucky.” I try to assure him, but I still grunt in pain.

Spot’s brows furrow. “Beauty, lemme see yer ribs.”

I have Spot unlace my corset (my shirt still cover’n part-a my chest), and immediately both Spot and Bucky’s faces change.

“Becca, that don’t look too good…”

My vision starts to black out again…

Spot’s POV

It’s all I can do not to break down myself. How can I sleep at night when Becca’ll always be in danger… But maybe now that Benny’s gone for good she’ll finally be safe?

“Just sit tight and I’ll find someone to get a second opinion-”

“No! I don’t want no stranger look’n me up and down!” Becca stands up in defiance, but it must hurt ‘cause she cries out in pain.

I frown. “Beauty, you’s hurt real bad! I gotta do someth’n-!”

“David,” Becca groans. “Get David! He’ll know what to do.”

I ain’t too convinced, but sigh in defeat and nod at Bucky, who quickly speeds off to fetch Davey. I turn back to Becca. “Davey might be smarter, but he don’t know every’n.”

Becca nods. “I know. But I trust him. And if he thinks I needs a real doctor, well…” She trails off. “We’ll see what happens.”

A doctor costs money, which is someth’n we’s don’t got much of.

Becca blacks out again, and I let her rest, on account of not want’n her to see that I’s just as scared.

In no less than ten minutes, David is hunched over pant’n and Bucky’s look’n even more concerned.

“You ok, Boss?”

I nod shakily. “Yeah, I…”

“That’s a ‘no.’”

“What if she needs a doctor?” I outburst. “I can’t afford that!”

“You won’t have to-” David says.

“Well I ain’t make’n her pay for one!” I gesture to my poor wife, who’s slowly come’n around.

“She won’t. Jack and the ‘Hattan boys went around and gathered donations from other New York newsies, even some from Jersey- she’ll be fine.”

I shake my head. “I can’t do that, David. And I’m pretty sure Becca won’t agree either. We don’t accept no charity.”

David nods. “Jack thought you’d say that, so he already ordered for a doctor to come by. You can’t say no to it.”

I- I can’t believe it.

I go over and offer my hand, and we both do the spit-shake.

“Thank you,” I say sincerely.

“No problem, Spot.”

“Wha…?” Becca groans from the table.

I attempt to look strong. “Wake up, Beauty. Davey’s here.”

Rebecca’s POV

I sit up, try’n to ignore the pain. David’s here now, so I gotta be strong.

“Let me see,” David asks. Humble, but concerned.

I lift my shirt up once more, and when David overcomes his embarrassment he looks up with a serious expression and says: “I’m sorry, Becca, but I think your ribs are broken.”

W-What?

“What does that mean?” I ask uncertainly.

“Well, it means you fractured-”

“I don’t care ‘bout the medicine talk- what’s it mean for me? Y’know- sell’n papes and such?”

David frowns. “Becca, you aren’t going to be able to sell papes for a while. You’ll need a doctor. Your ribs need to heal, and for the next few weeks you’ll need to stay in bed and only get up when you need to.”

I swallow, and hold back frustrated tears. 

“So… you’s say’n I’s useless?”

“No! No, I- well, you won’t be able to do much- but that isn’t your fault!” David catches himself. “I didn’t mean-!”

“No, David,” I whisper. “You’re right. It is my fault. If I’dve just fought harder, or…”

“Or WHAT?” Spot shakes my shouldas, unaware of the pain it’s cause’n me. “Rebecca- stop blame’n yourself! Please! You ain’t perfect, so stop try’n to please everybody!”

“I can’t help it! I always remember I was never good good enough for my own fadda, and it just-! And- And I’s can’t afford a doctor-!”

I break down cry’n. Let’n the tears flow down my face, and feel’n ashamed of make’n a fool of myself. I can’t sell papes, I can’t be of service to anybody, I can’t do noth’n- I really am useless. But my outburst is make’n me pant for air- and I suddenly realize that my lungs are on fire. My vision’s go’n blurry… It hurts to breathe, and all I can do is take short, shallow breaths.

By now Spot’s guesses someth’n’s wrong.

“Beauty? Rebecca?! What’s wrong?”

“I-” Breath. “I-” Breath. “C-Can’t-” Breath. “Can’t-” Breath. “B-Br-” Breath. “Can’t breath!” I gasp.

Spot immediately reacts by pull’n me into his lap and hold’n my face.

“David! What’s going on?! What do I do?!”

David shakes his head. “I donno! She might be having trouble breathing ‘cause of her ribs. She- she could be having a panic attack?”

“So how do you stop a panic attack?” Bucky asks.

Yeah, let’s all just discuss this while I pass out!

“I once read that you can stop a panic attack by holding your breath,” David suggests.

“Ok- how’re we’s supposed to make her hold her breath?” Bucky asks.

“I know!” Spot says.

He cups my face in his hands and smashes his lips into mine. Electricity runs through me, and I forget all about breath’n- and just feel him. His lips feel like fire, and I let him explore mine. Spot deepens tha kiss by lean’n into me, and in the end we’s both star’n at each odda with our foreheads touch’n.

Meanwhile, Bucky and David are stare’n with their mouths hang’n open.

“Well… that worked,” David states awkwardly.

“How’d you know that would work?” Bucky asks.

Spot chuckles. “When ya kiss somebody you hold yer breath, so I just went with it.”

“And I thank you for that,” I breathe steadily. I try to sit up, but Spot stops me.

“Lay down, Beauty. You’s gonna hurt yourself.”

“Yeah. I’ll go get the doctor-” David dashes outta the room.

“David no-!” I protest. “David! I’s can’t afford no doctor!”

“Who said you’s was pay’n for a doctor?” Spot asks cockily. 

I gape at him. “No. No, no no! Spot, I ain’t make’n you pay for a doctor!”

“You ain’t. Yer brodda Jackie boy and his friends raised the money.”

“And you’s let ‘em? I ain’t no charity case-!”

“No, but you’s was the one targeted by Benny the most. I guess everybody felt sorry ‘bout it-”

“Spot. Do ya know what that makes me sound like? A weak, fragile goil! I ain’t like that, Spot! You tell Jack I ain’t accept’n no money!”

“It don’t madda- Jack’s already sent for a doctor,” Bucky speaks up.

At this, a knock comes from the door. Bucky opens it, and David’s back with a man in a fancy suit.

“I was told that there was an injury I needed to inspect?”

“Yeah- right here.” David points at me, and Spot grips my hand to reassure me he’s here to protect me.

“Does she have a… proper guardian?” The doc asks suspiciously.

“That’d be me, her husband,” Spot states clearly.

The doc looks unconvinced. “Very well then, Mr…?

“Colon.”

“Mr. Colon. What seems to be the problem?”

“We think her ribs might be broken,” Bucky says.

“Let’s see…” The doctor sets a medical bag down next to me. “Please lift up your shirt, Mrs. Colon.”

I hesitate, but Spot gives a reassure’n look, so I do as the doc says.

Then he does someth’n I don’t expect- he pokes my ribs. Which causes so much pain I give an ear-splitt’n scream.

Spot immediately shoves the guy away and gets in his face.

“What the Hell’re you do’n? What was that for?!”

“I’m just checking to see how deep the damage is,” the doc says calmly. “And I'm happy to say that it’s only broken ribs, and no punctured organs. She will need to have plenty of bedrest, and stay off her feet for at least a week. The best I can do is say give it time to heal.”

“Guess you know best, doc.” Bucky tries to get Spot to back off, but Spot’s still uneasy.

“It’s ok, Spot. I’m fine.” I give a weak smile.

“How did this happen?” the doc asks.

“I… got in a fight.” I say, ashamed.

He frowns. “And your… husband didn’t help you?”

“Hey-!” Spot gets up again but Bucky pushes him down. 

“Spot, it’s ok. It’s ok.” I try to calm him down.

“Like I said before, she should get plenty of bedrest. Drink plenty of fluids.” He goes over to his bag and begins to pack up, all the while give’n the room an uneasy look as if he’s ‘bout to get mugged. “If there are any more symptoms, let me know.”

He very quickly strides out the door, and as soon as he does Bucky gets a hint that Spot wants to be left alone with me.

“I’ll be outside, boss.”

Spot nods, still stare’n at the wall. “Thanks, Buck.”

As soon as he leaves, Spot kicks a chair.

“Spot, he was only do’n his job-”

“Yeah, and he was say’n I was a bad husband! Not to mention put’n you in more pain!”

Ignore’n the pain, I grab his shirt and pull him over to face me.

“Spot, you are a wonderful husband. That guy’s just not used to deal’n with… our kind. He’s used to more rich folks. You’s the best husband I could eva ask for, no question ‘bout it.”

“I guess,” Spot grumbles.

I bury my face in his chest. “I’s know so. And, you’s was just say’n how you wanted me to be less independent-” I turn my head up and stare into his blue eyes. “Now you got your wish.”

Spot’s mouth falls open. “Rebecca, that is not what I meant at all. I neva wanted you to get hurt-”

“Sh, sh.” I place my fingas over his lips. “I know what you means. But I won’t be have’n folks do’n everyth’n for me.”

Spot closes his eyes and sighs. “You’s one unique individual, Beauty. Never ever change.” He lifts me up off the table. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He gently wraps his arms around me and slowly carries me up the stairs. When he lays me down on the bed he acts as if I’m a doll who’s ‘bout to break.

“I’ll go get some ice for your ribs.”

“Thanks, Sean.” I give his nose a quick kiss.

Spot, in turn, leans in to kiss my neck. “Don’t mention it.”

In less than a minute he comes back. When I lift up my shirt he cautiously looks at me.

“You ok with this? Me ice’n your side?”

I stifle a laugh, and cringe at the pain it makes.

“Spot, this ain’t the most intimate thing we’s done. Please, just numb my ribs before they fall off!”

Spot grins and begins carefully ice’n my sides, relief flood’n through my skin. “Just check’n. Y’know, I can do lots-a things to make ya numb.”

God, the things this man could do to me.

“Can I heal foist?”

Spot’s grin widens. “That ain’t a ‘no.’”

I smirk back. “Neva said it was.”

“You’s one hell of a goil, Beauty. I guess we’s both gonna be wait’n for you to heal.”

At this, Spot lets me hold the ice packs while he lies down next to me and presses himself closer.

“Let me know if you’s need anyth’n,” Spot mumbles as he begins to drift off.

“Thanks Spot. I luv you.”

“Luv you too.”

Throughout the night, I try not to squirm or more too much. Whenever I breathe too deeply, my entire body aches. But every time I groan Spot immediately wakes up, as if it’s a sixth sense whenever I’s in pain. I can’t say I ain’t flattered, and I luv him for it.

I wake up the next morn’n with Spot’s arms wrapped tightly around me. After a while, I try to wake him up.

“Wake up, Spot. Time to carry the banner.”

“I ain’t sell’n papes today,” he mumbles into my hair.

“Why?” I ask openly. 

“‘Cause I’s stay’n here to make sure you’s ok.”

I can’t help smil’n. “Aw, Spot. That’s real sweet of ya, but you’s still need to sell. What ‘bout money-?”

“You comes foist, money comes later.”

I groan. “That might be fine in your book, but I say you’s can’t just stay here all day watch’n me.”

“I’s take’n care of my wife, like a proper husband. If that’s ok?” Spot asks cockily.

I respond by pulling his suspenders and smashing my lips to his. Spot cups my face in his hands and deepens the kiss. Afta a while we break away.

“Spot Colon, you’s the greatest poison I know,” I say as I lay onto his chest.

“And you’s the best wife a guy could ever have,” Spot kisses the top of my head.

Throughout the day Spot helps by gett’n me fresh water, more ice for my ribs, and keep’n my mind off the pain by talk’n to me. At ‘bout 3 o’clock my thoughts are answered: Race and Mush lead the ‘Hattan newsies into the room- even Crutchy made it!

“Hiya fellas,” I say enthusiastically.

“Hey Becs!”

“How ya do’n?”

“Your ribs still hurt?”

“David told us what happened!”

I groan. “Yeah, apparently I’s gonna be bedridden for a week or two.”

“And you’s gonna do that, right?” Mush looks at me threaten’ly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’s already heard the speech from Spot.” I look up at my husband, who grins back at me.

At this the newsies seem to realize that Spot’s sit’n on the bed with me- and I get mixed reactions. Some eyebrows raise, some eyes widen, jaws drop, some look uneasy.

Jack looks murderous, but contains any comments.

“I’s fine guys, really I’s is. It’s real sweet you’s came to visit, but you’s shouldn’t be wast’n time worry’n ‘bout me. You’s should be sell’n papes.”

“While you’s here bored outta your mind? Wouldn’t miss it!” Race jokes.

“Although looks like Spotty’s keep’n ya company,” Skittery remarks.

“Can it, Skit,” I warn, feel’n Spot tense up.

Jack walks up, and I’s can see he’s been cry’n. He pulls me into a hug and I don’t bother to remind him of my ribs. But when he squeezes a bit too hard I grunt a little and he lets go.

“Rebecca… I’m so sorry… I… We shoulda been there sooner,” Jack sighs.

I put my hand on his shoulda. “Jack, there was noth’n more you’s could do. It was only a madda of time ‘til Benny killed me or got what was com’n to him. I’s still here, alive. Don’t beat yerself up. Please.”

Jack nods stiffly, then lets Spot return to his place beside me.

“Becca’s right. We’s should still go sell, ‘cause she needs rest. Let’s move it!” He turns and looks back at Spot. “Keep an eye on her. You knows like I do how she’ll try anyth’n to get out.”

Spot chuckles. “See ya, Jackie Boy.”

They’s all leave, and Spot lays down with me. Gentle not to push my ribs too much, Spot wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my head.

“Get some rest. I’s still wait’n for that rain check on make’n you go numb,” Spot muddas in an affectionate but seductive tone.

I smile viciously. “Sure thing, Boss.”

[justice4billy]

Baby, it's a secret

Mentions of pregnancy and girls being bitches, as well as friends

Chapter Nine.

GIF is how I imagine Cassie

Cassie was glad Thursday had finally rolled around, this week had been tiring her out and her nausea had only seemed to get worse rather than better. She thought entering the first trimester things would start to settle down, evidently not.

Loud laughter caught her attention as she leant against her locker. She looked up noting Billy and his gang stood a few rows down, her cheeks reddened when she thought of their last encounter, their eyes met as she ducked her head and looked away.

"Ugh, what the hell is she looking at?" She heard Tina proclaim loudly. "Hey, I'm talking to you fatso" Tina called out.

Cassie turned around to see Tina with her hand on her hip, staring her down. Billy narrowed his eyes at Tina but didn't open his mouth to say anything. Asshole.

"Tina, can you please get an original insult" a voice cut in just as Cassie was about to snap back.

"But out Heather" Tina rolled her eyes as she looked at her manicured nails.

"I will when you stop harassing innocent people in the hallways" Heather announced as she came to stand beside Cassie with Nancy flagging at her side.

Tina scoffed. "You don't even know her" she laughed. "Wait, you have a crush on her don't you? How sweet" she cooed mockingly.

"Grow up Tina" Nancy replied rolling her eyes.

"Who put some coins up your ass Wheeler" Tina stated with a cackle.

Cassie saw Billy rolling his eyes before turning on his heel and storming away with Tina calling after him, her high heels echoing against the hall floor.

"What a bitch" Heather swore.

Cassie looked at the girl with wide eyes, stunned that she stuck up for her. "Thanks for that" she stated.

Heather shrugged. "Its about time someone put that bitch in her place" she stated.

Nancy smiled sheepishly. "And I owe you for how I was on halloween" she replied meekly. "I owe you an apology for that" she added.

Heather laughed. "You owe everyone an apology for that" she stated lightly.

Nancy rolled her eyes before turning to Cassie. "I know this is kind of weird" she stated. "But, I wondered if you want to come over tonight" she asked.

Cassie was taken aback. "As in sleepover?" She asked.

Nancy nodded. "Yeah, I haven't really gotten to speak to you and you've been here a year" Nancy replied.

"What she means is you don't have many friends" Heather replied bluntly.

Nancy swatted her. "I didn't mean that at all" she denied quickly.

"You're mom won't mind?" Cassie asked.

"No way, Mrs wheeler is chill as hell" Heather stated.

"She won't mind" Nancy clarified.

Cassie supposed it would be nice to have some friends, she loved Eddie like a brother but maybe it would be nice to hang out with some girls for a change.

"Sure why not" Cassie replied.

Nancy smiled. "Do you want me to pick you up?" She asked.

Casise shook her head, the last thing she wanted was for Nancy Wheeler to see where she lived. "Its okay I can get Eddie to drop me off" she replied.

"Dinner is at 6.30" Nancy stated as the bell rang. "I'll see you later" she replied waving at Cassie as Heather followed her.

Cassie leant against her locker, her back and hips aching like crazy. Had she really just made two new friends?

...................................................................

Eddie had dropped Cassie off at 6.25 and had whistled at the impressive house infornt of them. He had asked if she needed a lift tomorrow but she had said she would call and let him know.

She exited the vehicle and rang the door bell only to be greeted by who she assumed was Nancy's mother. The woman did not look old enough to have a teenage daughter, and she had been surprised at how warmly she had greeted Cassie.

The girls seemed excited to see her and had quickly rushed through dinner, before declaring they were going upstairs to gossip. Nancy had offered a ride and Cassie had called Eddie to let him know she wouldn't need a lift the next day, before getting ready for bed.

And that is how Cassie found herself laying on Nancy's bed with one of Eddie's shirts to cover her growing bump, a pillow placed over her stomach for protection.

"So girls, who would you rather do?" Heather began with a coy smirk. "Jonathan or Steve?" She asked.

Nancy looked sheepish. "Thats not fair Heather" she objected. "Steve is my ex" she replied.

Heather laughed. "Its just a question" she stated.

Nancy huffed. "Jonathan" she replied.

Heather gauped. "What?!" She gasped.

"I don't go back to exes" Nancy declared.

Heather whistled. "Wow, I am shocked" she declared. "What about you?" Hesther asked looking at Cassie.

Cassie shrugged. "Neither are my type" she stated. No, youre type is blonde hair and blue eyes her head screamed at her.

"You have to pick Cassie those are the rules" Heather stated cheekily.

Cassie huffed. "Then probably Steve" she replied quickly before looking at Nancy. "Sorry, that's weird" she apolgised quickly.

"Its fine Cassie" Nancy replied with a reassuring smile.

"Okay, Tommy Hagan or Billy Hargrove?" Heather asked.

Cassies heart thumped in her ears, she always knew her answer because she had already done one of them before. And it was safe to say it was a memorable night.

"Eww, thats the worst option" Nancy replied.

Heather rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll answer for you then" she stated. "It would be Billy no doubt about it, I mean have you seen his ass" Heather practically drooled.

Nancy looked disgusted. "Heather!" She reprimanded.

"What? The guys hot" she shrugged. "What about you Cassie?" She asked.

Cassie sighed feeling the awkwardness creep over her as she opened her mouth. "Probably Billy" she blurted out feeling her stomach flip. It was weird to say that when she was literally growing his baby inside of her.

"See Nance, that is a girl with taste" Heather grinned.

Cassie grinned still feeling awkward as Nancy rolled her eyes. "We should get some sleep girls it'd just gone ten and we have to get up tomorrow" she announced before snuggling down next to Cassie.

Cassie didn't even register a reply before her head hit the pillow and her eyes shut.

The shrill sound of the alarm had the girls groaning in unison as they scrambled to get ready in Nancy's pokey bedroom. Mrs Wheeler had cooked pancakes which had Cassies stomach rumbling, before Nancy declared a goodbye and had them rushing out of the door.

They had been gone about ten minutes when Cassie realised something, she had forgotten her text book for her English class on Monday. She didn't want to make her late and figured she could hitch a ride after school to collect it.

Cassie never had much luck. School ended abruptly as it started and whislt it went without a hitch, and it was Friday she still couldn't find a ride. Nancy had gone to Jonathan's house, Heather was at cheer practice and Eddie was at a DND campaign. He would freak if he knew she didn't have a ride home, but there was no way in hell she was going to interrupt his campaign.

"Fuck my life" she muttered as she began walking down the dirt path. It would only take about 20 minutes from school to Nancy's house, usually they would be an easy feat but with a 13 week baby growing inside of you it was a killer for her.

She had barely made it to Nancy's house without having to stop and take a break, she was practically panting as she walked red-faced up the driveway before knocking the door.

"Cassie, what brings you here?" Karen Wheeler greeted her at the door.

Cassie opened her mouth to reply but was distracted by the blue eyed boy standing over Karen's shoulder. What the hell was Billy doing at The Wheelers?

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I tried to make this more realistic. I guess youCould say it’s my guess on what might happen on the next episode but. ..:Idk if anyone will like it but I had fun doing it. It’s my first time writing a fic so lmk what ya think

BENSLER

She heard Soft knocking on the door. She grabs her rifle and starts

Making her way to the door rather quickly, she checks through the peep hole and her heart skips a beat.

It’s Elliot. . .

Olivia opens the door

Olivia: “Elliot!”

Elliot: “Can I come in?”

She sets her rifle down behind the door and opens it further for him to enter

Olivia: “Um yeah, of corse”

Elliot enters the room and takes more than a few steps in. Olivia shuts the door and when she turns around it’s more obvious to Elliot she’s been crying.

Olivia: “what uh, what are you doing here Elliot?”

Elliot: “I just got off and fin called me and filled me in on whats been going down. Why didn’t you call me?”

Elliot takes a few steps back towards the door where Olivia is

He cups her cheek examining her bruise, lightly caressing the outline of it.

Elliot: “who did this to you. Why?”

Olivia, damn strong, trying not to cry. Watching and Feeling him look her bruise up and down, letting him..

Olivia: “it was Oscar papa who put out the hit order. The gang leader of Bx9. A gang in the Bronx that forcibly recruits teenage boys by raping their mothers and sisters. I collared two of their big players this past summer and for some reason they are coming after me now.”

Olivia still feels where his hand was on her face. It’s been over a decade since he has shown any concern about her. She hates how his affection soothes her anxiety like medication. Quicker even.

Elliot: “Where is Noah?”

Olivia walks over to the kitchen to get some water. Grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. Elliot follows her trail

Olivia: “Noah is asleep in his room. He was at his half brothers house the past several days but he begged me to let him come back home since Oscar papa is in custody. “

Elliot: “wait so you already got the guy?”

Olivia: “yes but we aren’t safe here.”

Elliot: “what do you mean, what else is going on?”

Olivia drinks her water. She’s starting to get anxious again.

Olivia: “Oscar papa said as long as he is locked up we won’t be safe. …..”

Elliot looking interested in what else she’s about to say.

“I don’t know what kind of pull he has from the inside… and i don’t know if it’s in my head or if it’s real but it feels like someone has been following me. To The grocery store, to Noah’s dance practices, on my way to work“

Olivia’s eyes start to collect tears again and it’s breaking Elliot

Elliot: “no, it’s not… it’s not in your head. I’m going to stay with you and Noah so you can get some sleep tonight”

So many thoughts are running through Elliot’s head about what he’s going to do to fix this. He rubs the back of his neck. He sees the “oh shit” look on Olivia’s face after his last statement and his stomach drops. Realizing this isn’t his home or his family to defend. And …he didn’t even ask.

Olivia: “you don’t have to do that Elliot. I don’t need you to protect… “

he cuts her off right there, but he would be more concerned if she didn’t fight it.

Elliot: “I know, hey… “

he steps closer, puts his hands on her shoulders and slides them down her arms.

“I know you don’t need me to. I want to”

They are staring at each other. She’s trying to think of something to say back but she can’t find a reason why he should leave. He no longer has a wife or small kids to go home to. Eli and Bernie are still staying with Kathleen, Noah is asleep, Elliot hasn’t been drugged and as far as she knows he isn’t undercover

His touches are slowly bringing her walls down. She has been so strong and guarded around him. He hasn’t seen her alone outside of work and away from her son so he is taken aback by seeing her emotional. It’s a glimpse of the past, a piece of his old partner he hasn’t seen in over a decade.

Olivia: “well I haven’t had a decent sleep all week.. how do you deal with all of this Elliot?…”

her words are getting harder to get out.

“…Noah is scared. He watched two boys only a little older than him attack me. I don’t know what else I could say to reassure him we are going to be okay “

Elliot: “it’s only temporary.. okay? …”

Elliot fills the small gap between them, stepping even closer

“… We’re going to figure out what’s going on here and take it One step at a time.”

Olivia smirks briefly, she knows Elliot is quoting her from when she was comforting him the morning Eli was missing

Olivia: “he’s just such a good kid, he has been through enough already. He doesn’t deserve this.”

The tears are rolling down her cheeks now Elliot grabs her hands and pulls one up at a time to hold him around his neck. Then he takes one hand at a time to her sides. He pulls her in closer.

Elliot: “come here…”

Elliot starts to rub her lower back during their embrace. Olivia’s walls are completely down in this moment. It’s the first time since Elliot’s return that she felt herself let go around him. And did it feel good.

“…You don’t deserve this either Olivia. Or any other bad thing that has happened to you since I left. And I want to hear all about it if you’ll tell me.”

Olivia takes in a deep breath and loosens her arms from around Elliot’s neck, he is still holding her waist. She slides one hand to his face and cups his cheek. She kisses his other cheek so softly. They are still so close together yet their grips on each other have softened. She presses her forehead into his. A silent and intimate thank you.

Elliot pulls back a little to look at Olivia. She looks at him as well. His eyes moving back and forth between hers then she looks to his mouth and back up to his eyes. They start to inch closer together again. So In synch. this time for a kiss on the lips.

Door creek…..

Noah: “Mom?”

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Hey Lia, just want to stop by and say I really enjoy your blog and analyses. I have a question for you - while it's clear Arthur still loves Mary despite the passage of time, do you think he was ever attracted to Abigail? Either in a sexual sense or as a symbol of what he could do over (wrt to Eliza and Isaac). His journal shows he toyed with the idea of marrying her. While he didn't act on it I don't believe Arthur would consider marriage lightly, given his sense of loyalty.

Hey I'm sorry I took a while to answer this. I just have to put a huge disclaimer and explain why I procrastinated answering this ask and why this particular question (not your fault OP) exhausts me. So BIG disclaimer, I'm not blaming anon for a very valid question.

I first played Red Dead Redemption 1 in 2010. I've had this game seared into my brain and memory for 12 years. I actually love it more than RDR2 (despite RDR2 being the much better game) due to nostalgia and sentimental value. John was my favorite hero for a long time, and I avoided playing RDR2 because I heard about how they turned John into a deadbeat dad, and I had this impression of him from 20fucking10 that he was an amazing husband and father. I've sort of made peace with it. I love rdr2. I love Arthur more than I love John, and I appreciate John's arc in rdr2.

HOWEVER,

nothing. And I mean NOTHING can make me take any retcon or w/e seriously that detracts or devalues the bond and love between John and Abigail. They were the first real rockstar couple for me, and I'm pretty sure John and Abigail provide the blueprint you'll see for in later GTA games (I'm thinking GTA 5). I can't even take the notion of Abigail having a thing for Arthur too seriously, because to me, John and Abigail are UNSHAKEABLE. And for all the grief Arthur gives John for leaving the gang, he would never -- and I mean NEVER do that to his brother.

Okay lol now that I got that out of my system, let's go back to your question.

I consulted my friend in Arthur Morgan PhD studies @papaue00 for this. She knows by heart an interview with Roger Clark, where he confirms that there was supposed to be a storyline about a past romance between Abigail and Arthur, but it was ultimately scrapped.

So long story short, it's possible the mention of her in his journal and marriage is... probably a mistake? A part they meant to cut out but ultimately forgot or didn't, thinking it wasn't worth sacrificing everything else written in that entry just to erase a pretty valid sentiment.

I think you're right anon, that this is probably what it is: "a symbol of what he could do over" [wrt Eliza and Isaac]. He saw a mother and son in need of a man to step up as a father, and he probably considered (since he saw them as family) becoming that man out of concern for their welfare when it looked like John wasn't coming back. It's not an uncommon practice back in the day, as it was seen as a duty to fulfill, not unlike a foster-brother's version of a Levirate Marriage.

Here's a definition from Britanica:

levirate, custom or law decreeing that a widow should, or in rare cases must, marry her dead husband’s brother. The term comes from the Latin levir, meaning “husband’s brother.” The “brother” may be a biological sibling of the deceased or a person who is socially classified as such. Where the brother is required to be younger than the deceased, the custom is called the junior levirate. The levirate often co-occurs with the sororate, a practice in which a widower should or must marry his dead wife’s sister.

Often, the brother who marries his former sister-in-law is a proxy for the deceased, in which case all progeny of the new marriage are socially acknowledged as the children of the dead man. For instance, in ancient Hebrew society, the levirate served to perpetuate the line of a man who died without offspring. Likewise, among the Nuer people of South Sudan, the children of a remarried widow belong to the first husband’s line, and they consider the deceased to be their father even if the new husband is their biological genitor.

I don't believe this was practiced in any real or prominent way in the 19th century, but in ancient times, it was definitely a thing. In fiction, I know a famous example is in the HBO Western mini-series, Deadwood. The main character, Seth Bullock was in love with the widow Mrs. Garrett, but he could not marry her because he was already in a Levirate marriage where he married his dead brother's wife before coming to the Deadwood settlement.

The messiness of such a strong cultural history has marked other characters in fiction, and it often deals with themes of protecting women or providing for women who are left vulnerable due to patriarchal society.

So yes anon, in a way I agree with you or at least that's how I read Arthur's consideration of marrying Abigail. I truly believe he felt John was his brother, and it was his duty to step in for John.