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Chapter 1: The Disappearance

I open my eyes, staring out the window as I wait for the bell to ring. It was the most boring class of the day, Math. But I still had my good grades to keep Mom happy, even though Dustin always got better grades than me.

Not that I cared about that.

Sure Mom cared about the good grades the 'reputation' of being a good kid and all that shmuck. But I am not exactly a good kid. Not that anyone knows of what I've done. Not even my little brother who is 4 years younger than me, and I tell practically everything.

But Hopper does, and some of the other police officers do.

But Hopper has 'taken care of it'. I'm not sure exactly what he means by that, but I trust him. After all, he was my dad's best friend. At least he was until my dad died. And after that happened, I wasn't exactly okay. I'll admit, I acted out. Didn't deal with the whole grieving thing properly. Got into picking locks and stealing occasionally.

But I stopped doing that, a while ago actually! I swear.

"Dare! Have you seen my supercomm?" I hear my little brother yell from his room.

I snicker as I toss his walkie under my bed, making sure that I had turned it off.

"Haven't seen it Dusty! Maybe ask Mom for a new one!" I smile as I hear him cursing under his breath, turning into my room's doorway.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for school too?" He asks as he notices me laying on my bed, with a book in my hand.

I roll my eyes, kicking my feet over the side while closing the book. "I've been waiting for you, you dork."

He rolls his eyes. "I needed to find my super-"

"Mom will get you another one Dusty, don't worry about it. Hell, I'll get you one if you just move your butt so we can go." I say as I walk towards him, slowly pushing him out of my room.

He sighs and nods his head, turning into his room.

"I'll be waiting!"

"Are you going to be at the campaign Sunday?" I hear him ask as I swing my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the door.

I click my tongue as I swing the front door open, hearing his footsteps rushing after me. "Well I have a dinner date with myself at 6:30, and a midnight slumber party including me myself and I. But I think I can rearrange the dinner for another day." I grin as I look at him over my shoulder, noticing his false glare directed at me.

"Ah, you know I wouldn't miss this one for the world Dusty. We've been planning this for what, months? I'll be there, and I'll even order pizza!" I throw my arm over his shoulders and rub my knuckles into his head, knocking off his hat.

He laughs as he shoves my hands away, giving me a nudge with his elbow. "Well good, we'll need you to help us win the fight. Do you think Mike-"

He rambles on but I glance down the street, noticing the familiar car that I had seen many times before.

"Hey Dusty, why don't you start peddling to school before you're late. I'll catch up." I say as I push my bike off the lawn, towards Hopper's car. I hear him mutter an okay, but I can feel his eyes on me as I hop on my bike.

"I haven't committed any crimes Hop, I swear," I state loudly as I press on my break, slowing down as he steps out of the car.

He chuckles down at me, shaking his head. "I would hope so Kid. But I'm here to give you something, for staying clean for so long. Or something like that."

He reached into his car, pulling out a hat. It was dark army green, and it had some pins in it. One flag pin on the right side, with a small bronze star next to it.

"It was mine, but your dad added that to it." He said as he pointed to the other side of the hat.

I turned it and stared at the words that seemed to be embroidered on the left side of the hat. Stretching from the front to back.

"I didn't know Dad could sew," I mutter, and Hopper laughs softly.

"Was full of surprises."

I run my thumb over the wording, feeling the bumps and the smoothness of the string.

'All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.'

I scoff a laugh as I realize where they were from. "Of course, he put a quote from his favorite Disney film."

"And he put it on my cap, not his. Thought you would want to wear it since he lost his original one."

I nod my head with a smile, turning to look up at him. "Thanks, Hop."

He pats my shoulder. "Not a problem Kid. Promised your old man I'd look after you, and Dustin. Though he never warned me of how much trouble you'd get into."

Grinning widely, I place the cap on my head, moving my light brown hair behind my ears. "He was good at keeping secrets, but I think he just thought you knew. Besides, my first word was ‘dare’, remember?"

He shakes his head with a snort, "I remember, he wouldn’t shut up about it either. You're just like him Kid. Stalling to try and get out of school."

Pushing on the bike peddle, I smile as I start rolling down the hill. "I'm not stalling! And I won't be late for school! Later Hop!"

"Later Kid!" I hear him yell as I turn the corner, sighing as I see four kids waiting for me on their bikes.

"I thought I told you to go ahead!" I glare at Dustin as I slowly pass them.

"What was that about?" Dustin asked, dodging what I had said.

"He was telling me to keep out of trouble. Said he didn't want to arrest me again for picking another lock at the little corner store. That and he wanted to give me this hat." I explain as Will speeds up and looks at me in shock.

"You've been arrested?"

"Yeah-" "No you haven't!" Dustin yells, and I roll my eyes.

"But why'd he give you a hat? It's kinda a weird thing to do." Mike says as he moves to my other side.

"It was something that Dad had for a bit. He thought I would like it." We turn the corner, and I can hear Dustin's bike move up next to mine.

"Why do you get something of Dad's?" He asks, causing me to scoff.

"Look Dork, I said it was something dad had for a bit. It's Hopper's old army hat, I think. But Dad stitched it a Peter Pan quote and so Hop gave it to me." I look over at him and give him a look. "And you have multiple things of Dad's. But you lose them! So I keep them safe until you stop losing your junk."

He frowns, opening his mouth to say something before Lucas interrupts. "She's not wrong. You already lost your Supercomm this morning."

Dustin sighs and nods. "Fine, alright. But why does Hop come to visit you? You still haven't told me that!"

"What do you mean I haven't told you? You know why he does."

Dustin gives me a look and shakes his head. "No, you haven't. Every time I ask, you just say it's because he was friends with Dad."

I groan as School comes into view, a bubbling feeling of math equations sends my stomach into knots.

"He is- was. But he promised to make sure we didn't into trouble. That and it was to help Mom take a load off so she could watch you more. I just got into trouble."

And before Dustin could say anything else, I push on towards the High School, dodging people and cars.

"BYE, BOYS! SEE YOU LATER!" I yell as I wave to them.

"BYE DARE!" "YOU NEED TO TELL ME ONE DAY!"

I laugh at Dustin's voice, rolling my eyes as I press on my breaks, slowing down at the bike stand. I hop off, inhaling deeply as I feel a slight burning in my chest tighten up. I hold my breath, leaning against my bike as I try to shift the feeling away. After ten seconds I exhale, the feeling lingers but it wasn't as bad anymore.

"Hey, Dare!"

I turn my head, giving Nancy a thin smile as the urge to cough erupts from my lungs. And she notices it, like always. As she sends me a look, I sigh and let myself have a small mild coughing fit.

"You need to stop doing that. It's not good for you." Nancy says as she pats my back.

I shake my head as I slowly stop coughing, my throat hurting from it. I give her a smirk as I grab my bag from the front of my bike. "I was told to do that, by a doctor Nanc. It's supposed to help me grow out of having asthma. Or something."

"Well." She looks at me before she adjusts her books. "I think that's a lie."

I laugh as Barb comes out of her car, a smile on her face. "What's a lie?"

"Nance says my doctor's tips for getting rid of Asthma are fake," I explain as we walk into the hell pit called school.

No, I don't like school. But hey, It's that or child labor.

"I mean, sometimes doctors can be wrong about things," Barb says as I dodge another basketball player, who doesn't know how to walk.

"Yeah, but they should know what helps or not, right? I mean, they studied it for how long to get a doctorate?" I ask as I stop at my locker, which was next to Nancy's thankfully. Can't stand my other locker neighbor though.

"Look, I'm not saying he's lying. I'm just saying that it doesn't help to not breathe. Or to hold back a cough. Where is your inhaler?" Nancy asks as she leans back to look past my locker door.

"It's in my bag, and the nurse has my other one just in case. But I've been fine so far without it Nance, Stop worrying. If it gets bad I'll use it. But, now that I think about it," I pause as I take out my inhaler and shake it. "I don't remember when I last had an asthma attack."

"It was last week, on Monday. You laughed too hard after you saw one of the cheerleaders slip on milk and flipped her skirt, and her entire lunch onto herself. Which I think was sloppy joe day." Barb recites from memory, squinter her eyes as she recalls the incident.

I snort, laughing as I remember it. And like before, I feel my chest tighten and I feel my breath shortening. I hastily cough as I shake my inhaler, Nancy, and Barb rubs my back as I inhale deeply with my inhaler.

"Thanks." I croak, coughing once more. "I needed that laugh."

Nancy sighed heavily while Barb nodded, understanding what I had meant.

"Yeah well, don't leave your inhaler in your bag. I want you to carry it with you at least." Nancy says as she closes her locker, holding her first and second classes books. As she turns to me, I close my locker and I see her looking at my hat. "Where did you get that?"

I smile as I flick the front up a little. "A friend of my dad's gave it to me, said my dad had it," I explain, before waving off their questioning looks. "It's a long story, but it's mine now. that's all that matters."

Barb nods her head quickly. "Alright, well I think it suits you. But I think we should head to class before we're late."

Nancy nods her head and I pat her shoulder as I walk around her. "Don't worry Nance! I won't have another attack so soon. It's uncommon-"

I later did have another attack in my first class. Someone had sprayed too much bad cologne and I ended up having to leave the room for a few minutes.

---

"What did I tell you, I knew-"

I sit my lunch down and wave my hands around. "I'm sorry Nancy! You were right! But I wouldn't have had another attack if SOMEONE DIDN'T HAVE THAT CRAPPY COLOGNE THAT CAUSED ME TO HAVE A COUGHING FIT!" I yell as I slowly look over at the basketball team.

The one who had the bad cologne ducked his head down in embarrassment because he had to use the showers to wash it off. The teacher had almost given him detention but I said it was fine.

Nancy puts he hand on my arm, causing me to stop and look at her. She gives me a look, one that tells me to stop. Like, a mom glare.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. Are you going to need a refill sometime soon? I'm sure Mom might have some at our house when you left it there."

I sigh with a smile, shaking my head while reaching into my jacket pocket. I bring out my inhaler and shake it. "No, I should be good for the rest of the night. Besides I can just sneak in and take my other inhaler from the nurse's office if I need to."

I see Nancy and Barb look at me, and I pause as I realize what I had said.

"Guy's I was joking! I wouldn't break into the school for that! I have some more at home. I'll be okay!" I exclaim as I sit down next to them, shoving my inhaler back in my pocket.

'I wouldn't break into school again.' I silently repeat in my head as I open my milk.

Nancy and Barb shake their heads with smiles on their faces, looking down at the lunch and beginning to eat.

"I wouldn't doubt if you did do that Dare. You've done some crazy things." Nancy says as she gives me a side glance.

I scoff and look at her. "And what are you insinuating that I've done Nance?"

She hums as she looks at Barb, who snorts in response.

"Great, you're teaming up against me." I look down at my tray, frowning when I realize I forgot to grab a fork.

"Hey, if you ever need to run to pick up a refill, just call me. I'll come to pick you up." Barb says as points her finger at me.

I nod my head as I stand up. "Thanks, Barb. At least someone has my back."

Nancy laughs as she looks at me. "I got your back, Dare. Wait, where are you going?"

I wave my hand as I head back towards the lunch line. "I forgot my fork, I'll be right back."

"DO YOU HAVE YOUR INHALER?" She yelled, to which I glare at her from over my shoulder.

Now, you should pay attention to where you're walking. But I wasn't because I was glaring at her, so I ended up hitting one of the small brick pillars that are in the middle of the room.

"Whoa, are you okay?" I hear someone ask as I rub my nose.

I turn to my right as I hear the small sound of the music being blasted through headphones. A guy, with brown curly-haired mullet, and brown eyes. He looked at me with his brows furrowed, his hands holding his tray.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I think." I scrunch my nose as I take my hand away. "Quick question, am I bleeding?"

He blinks at me before I notice his eyes slip down slightly, and he shakes his head. "No, I think you didn't hit it hard enough." He smiles as he looks back up at my eyes.

I sigh. "Damn, no chance of getting sent home then."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "I don't think so, but you could try again."

I laugh shaking my head. "I think I won't but thanks. Have a good lunch-" I pause leaning forward, grabbing his fork, and trying to hear the song that was playing through the headphones around his neck. "Oh is that Def Leppard? Rock of Ages right?"

He blinks as he visibly stills for a moment, I lean back tapping my fingers against the fork I had taken.

"Uh, yeah it is. I didn't think anyone else here listened to them." He mutters a patch of pink lightly crawling up his neck.

Shit, he's embarrassed. Didn't mean to do that, whatever I did.

"Well, guess you were wrong. They're good, but I've only heard a few of their songs on the radio." I explain as I slowly step back.

He grins, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "Their album's really good! I can lend it to you if you'd like to listen to it-"

I laugh and shake my head. "Maybe some other time, but I gotta head back to my friends before they start having a panic attack. If I'm gone everything goes wrong, ya know?"

I can see his face fall, just slightly before he smiles again and nods his head. "Yeah, I'll bring the cassette another time."

I smile. "Yeah, thanks." I turn around, walking back to my table with Nancy and Barb watching me. I quickly turn around and lift the fork, twirling it around in my fingers.

"Oh and thanks for the fork!" I say as he turns back around, quickly glancing at his tray. I giggle as his mouth drops in shock as he looks back at me, and he smiles and shakes his head.

I speed walk back to my table, dodging another person holding their tray. As I sit back down, Nancy and Barb raise their brow at me.

"What?" I ask as I eat my crappy school spaghetti that barely has any sauce on it.

"Who was that?" Barb asks.

"And what was that?" Nancy smiles with a devious look on her face.

I lean back from her as I twirl another strand of spaghetti onto the fork. "No idea what their name is, and that was me grabbing their fork instead of going back to grab a new one."

Nancy and Barb give me a look that just translates to, really?

"What?" I look at the two of them.

"What was that whole, leaning into him thing? Do you like him?" Nancy asks as her voice grows quieter as she leans closer.

I blink slowly and take another bite.

"He was playing a good song on his headphones. I leaned closer so I could hear it, it sounded familiar. And no, I don't like him, I don't even know his name. Yeesh, Nance, not everyone thinks about dating someone." I say as I give a look.

Barb looks at Nancy with a raised brow, and Nancy's eyes are blown wide.

"Wait- no, I don't think about-" Nancy tries to explain, but we cut her off by looking over at Steve Harrington's table.

He waves his hand as Nancy looks at where we had turned to, smiling at her before turning back to his friends. Nancy, in turn, blushes as she turns back around and looks down at her food.

"Not think about dating huh?" I mutter as Nancy starts pushing her food around.

Barb snickers as she opened her book, pulling out a sheet of homework.

"Shut up." Nancy murmurs as she gives me a false glare, one that holds no bite to her 'mom' glares.

I smirk as our table falls silent, the two either invested in their food or their homework. I exhale silently, looking up from the table as I lift my milk with my left hand, still holding my fork in my right. My gaze shifts from table to table as I slowly drink my milk, and then I see him again. His headphones were on, sitting at the end of a loner's table his bag in the seat next to him. I press back a smile as I see him trying to twirl his new fork in his hand.

He slowly lifts his head, his lips mouthing whatever song had been blaring through his headphones. His eyes look away from his hands, and we meet gazes. I smirk as I lift my stolen fork, and salute him with it as subtly as possible. His lips twitch upwards and I turn away as I snicker to myself.

"Why are you laughing?" Barb asks, her gaze not leaving her homework.

I turn to her as Nancy looks over at me. I click my tongue and blurt out the first thing that popped into my head.

"I was thinking about T rex's trying to fist fight, but their arms don't even stretch that far so they just kinda lean back and slap each other's hands like this," I say as I lean back, bringing my arms close to my chest and flapping my hands around.

Barb and Nancy stare at me for a moment, before they turn to each other. Then our little trio bursts out laughing at my ridiculousness. I smile as I glance over at his spot, feeling a twinge in my gut when I see he wasn't there anymore.

---

"No, I'm fine Mom! I didn't have any asthma attacks at school. I promise!" I say as I walk out of my room, to my panicking mother.

"But they called and said you did! Twice!" She said as she turns to me.

I sigh and shake my head.

'It was actually three times, but no need to correct her.'

"They lied Mom! They just want you to try and get me to be homeschooled. They don't want me to beat the highest grades or something. I was fine all day. I swear." I smile as I hug her quickly.

I see Dustin raise his brow at me from the kitchen, and I glare at him.

"Alright, Dare-bear. If you're sure. I'll be back later after bingo night is done." She kisses my cheek quickly as we part from our hug.

I shake my head. "I don't know why you play bingo Mom. You're not that old. Grandma's play Bingo, everyone knows that."

She smiles as she kisses Dustin's cheek, grabs her purse, and heads toward the door. "Don't flatter me, dear, I'm still going to take you for another visit to the doctors tomorrow."

My neck cracks as I look over at her, a feeling of panic filling me. "Sunday? I can't we-"

I feel my lungs constricting, her back still turned to me, but Dustin noticed.

"We have a campaign Sunday Mom, we can't cancel it! She can go after that!" Dustin comes to my safety as he walks to the door, skillfully moving her out so she couldn't see me.

I hold my breath, closing my eyes as I try to focus on counting. Drowning their words. When I slowly exhale, I fall into a wheezing coughing fit. My eyes water with each cough, and I feel my inhaler being shoved into my hand. I quickly inhale, the sound coming back into my ears. I slowly calm down again.

I slowly look at Dustin, nodding in thanks as the attack dissipates.

"She still doesn't know about it?" He asks as he sits down beside me.

I shake my head. "I try to explain, but she doesn't quite get it. Fear of the hospital is normal, you'll be fine. I just try to push through it."

He nods his head and I smile. "Thanks, for the cover."

He smiles at me, and I chuckle.

"I owe you one, ya I know," I murmur before I pull him into a hug. "But really, thanks."

"No problem, you're my sister. Plus, we can't lose our rogue right before the campaign." He says.

I laugh, shoving him away and shaking my head.

"Whatever nerd, go get ready for bed. We're heading out early on Sunday, gotta go grab something from the store before we head over." I stand up, stifling a yawn as I look over at the clock.

"What are you grabbing?" He asks.

"Girl stuff." I look at him from the corner of my eye, smiling as he falls silent with a confused look on his face.

And then light bulb, he hastily says good night and runs to his room. I laugh silently as I walk to my room, muttering a 'night' through his door. I open my door and shut it, falling onto my bed with a slight bounce. I stare at the ceiling before clicking my tongue and turning onto my side, reaching down at the bottom of my nightstand and shuffling through my books. When I see my yearbooks from middle school, I smile, grabbing them and throwing them down next to me.

I sit up as I grab the oldest one, with little sharpie doodles on the cover and sides. I chuckle at the monkey drawing I had drawn in a bright pink sharpie. I open the cover and slowly sift through it to find a familiar face, that I had yet to put a name to. And page after page, I begin to frown in concentration looking at each face slowly.

When I turn to the M's, I finally see him. At the bottom right corner.

"Eddie Munson huh," I mutter aloud as I look at the fourth-grade picture.

I smile as I flip through the book, smiling at pictures of Nancy and Barbra. They were all ahead of me by one year, I was one year behind despite being the same age. I had been born at the end of the year, December 28th to be exact. Of 1967. We were friends because of Dustin and Mike. I didn't have any friends because I had been sick, and so when Dustin was invited over by Mike, I tagged along. That's where I met Nancy and Barbra, and we've been friends ever since.

But, when I was supposed to be attending my first year of kindergarten, I ended up getting pneumonia. I fell into a coma for six months, missing my fifth birthday, and too much school to start first grade the next year. I mean, I could have gone to first grade with them. But my dad didn't want that, said I should get the joy of Kindergarten first.

And then halfway through kindergarten, Dad died. I was six, and Dustin was barely two.

I exhale shakily as the memories try to resurface, but I ignore them. I flip through the pages, looking at the pictures of different events that happened during that year. A Halloween costume competition. Thanksgiving lunch with little finger turkeys littering the walls. A Christmas choir concert and I couldn't help but notice the boy who stood up in the front. My memory was fuzzy from that, but I did remember someone had hit a really high note.

And it had been him.

I giggle at the thought that that little head-shaven boy had grown a mullet. He had been good at singing from what I remember. I mean that high note, wow.

I slowly close the book and I knock them to the ground, knowing that I would accidentally step on them tomorrow. I smiled as I turned onto my side, pulling the covers out from under me. I slowly drift to sleep, knowing that I would be his friend before this year was over.

---

I curse wildly as I bounce around on one foot, having stepped on the damn yearbooks. I huff and glare down at them, before noticing that they had fallen open.

"Oh shit, I forgot Jonathan existed," I say in awe at the bowl cut he had been sporting back in fourth grade.

"Dare! Dare, you up?" I hear Dustin yell from beyond the door.

"Yeah?" I yell back, kneeling down and closing the book.

"Wanna get breakfast before we head out? Mom made eggs and bacon." He said before I look at the door.

"BACON?" I yell, before throwing the books back under my nightstand, and running to my door.

"Move Nerd, there's bacon." I push past him, heading to the kitchen.

I pause as I realize that there was in fact no Bacon. And Mom wasn't even in the kitchen. I slowly turn to Dustin who smiled.

"Can I request Bacon with eggs?" He asks as I glare at him.

I stare at him, not moving, and watch as he slowly loses his smile.

"Fine, but you owe me," I say quickly as I walk into the kitchen and open the cupboard.

I hear him sigh in relief before he sits down at the table.

"So where's mom?" I ask as I open the fridge, pulling out the eggs and bacon.

He shrugs. "I think she went shopping. At the thingy store."

I look at him as I click my tongue, cracking an egg into the pan. "The thingy store?"

He nods. "The store where she got that, I forgot what- wait. Antique store! She's there."

I sighed heavily and shake my head. "So we'll come home to what, another weird cat statue maybe?"

He shrugs. "Or maybe she'll find another 'rare' plate. I don't think we even have a normal set."

I wince as I start scrambling the eggs. "Yeah, that's my fault. I had used them for target practice."

"What?"

I freeze before correcting the previous statement. "We had used them for target practice. Dad and I. Before and after I had Pneumonia. Which sucked, by the way, don't ever get it."

He nods his head. "I know you told me that before. I keep forgetting that Dad had taught you to shoot when you were five." He frowns.

I shrug. "Dad was paranoid for some reason, the whole PTSD thing ya know? But yeah that was weird." I hum as I think back on trying to shoot our plates.

"I couldn't hold the gun ya know. I was too small, and it would keep flying out of my hand. it was fun, except it was really loud." I say fondly with a smile.

Dustin smiles thinly.

"Hey," I put my hand on his shoulder as he looks up at me. "You might not have had a lot of time with him, and neither did I. But we still have his pictures. And you are almost a replica of him you know. Mom might not say it, but you really do look like him. Except you got Mom's eyes and her hair. I got his eyes and hair," I pause as I frown. "But where did I get my asthma?"

Dustin chuckles and shakes his head. "I know, but I wish I had at least a memory with him before he died in the crash."

I inhale sharply before covering it with a fake hiccup, yes I have mastered the art of fake hiccupping and it's something everyone should do.

"Yeah, I wish you did too. He definitely would have helped you with that radio project that you have going on. He would have also provided the snacks. He had a major sweet tooth." I smiled.

"Really? A sweet tooth?"

I laughed and nodded my head. "Oh yeah, he carried around candy in his pockets all day. By the time the day was over, they would be gone. Anything sweet, he'd eat it. He enjoyed ring pops, suckers, candy canes, anything." I pause for a moment. "I think his favorite candy was 3 Musketeers."

Dustin's eyes lit up. "We like the same chocolate?"

I smile. "Yeah, he would only eat that type of chocolate. But candy, that was limitless. So long as it was sweet."

---

"Wait there for me Dustin, I'll be right back!" I yell as I hop off my bike, running into the music store.

I cringe as the abundance of Elvis was on display. I walk around it, looking at the plastic labels for anything other than oldies music.

"If you're looking for Def Leppard-" I jump as I hear a voice say from the isle behind me.

Eddie's head peeks out from above the self, a smile spread across his face. "-I'll be willing to lend you mine as I said."

"Jesus Joe Cricket, you scared the fuck out of me Eddie," I say as I wheeze lightly, my hand on my racing heart, ignoring the look he gave me. "I thought a ghost was talking to me for a second."

"An interesting selection of words, most people say Jesus H Christ you know." He said as he walked around the aisle toward me. "You know my name?"

I cross my arm, mimicking his stance, and nod my head. "Yeah, there's no one else named Eddie who hit that high note back in our fourth-grade choir class."

His smirk shifted into an embarrassed smile, pink spreading to his cheeks. "And that apparently."

I laugh and shake my head. "No, I looked you up in the yearbook. I'm terrible with names honestly. But the high note? Man, that's something you should be proud of. It was killer, no one else could have made that without some helium."

He looks at me through his hair, raising a brow. "Really?"

I nod my head rapidly, lightly hitting his shoulder. "Hell ya, it was great! I wouldn't be able to do that, so yeah it's awesome."

He smiles, nodding his head while looking down at the shelf. His fingers tap against some of the cassettes. I tap my foot to the song playing in the store, a rock song by a band I didn't recognize.

"Here, your copy of it." He said abruptly as he held out a cassette to me.

I glance down at it and notice that it was Pyromania, the Def Leppard album that he had been listening to the first time we met. I take it from it, turn it over, see the band on the back, and smile.

"You know," I pause looking at him. "I think you would rock the long hairdo."

He stares at me for a moment before laughing, his hand drifting towards his mullet. "My hair not looking good? Is that what you're saying?"

I shake my head. "No, no-"

"So it's not good?"

I nudge his arm as he laughs loudly. "That's not what I'm saying! I just meant that it would look good on you. Not a lot of people can pull it off you know."

There's a moment of silence before he asks, "You really think so?"

Nodding my head, "Definitely. It would be wicked."

He nods his head before I see the clock above the door. My eyes widen as I realize the time. "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late, they're gonna kill me."

I put the cassette back on the shelf and turn to him with a smile. "It's been great seeing you Eds, but I got a campaign to get to." And I walk past him towards the door.

"Wait! Your cassette." He says while he held it back out to me.

Shaking my head with a smile, I reply. "No, I think I'll borrow the one I was offered. We can talk more the next time we meet! Bye Eds!" I open the door and walk out.

"Bye, YN."

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"Okay! Break time!" I exclaim as I lean back in my chair, wincing at the verbal cracking in my back.

"We can't take a break yet! We're almost at the dragon keep!" Lucas said as he looked over at me.

I stand up and cross my arms. "We are taking a five-minute break. I can hear your stomach growling like it hasn't eaten in two days. So we are grabbing the pizza and the drinks. Plus, I need a pee break and I need Nance to answer the diabolical question for Mr. Pickles's homework assignment."

"There's a teacher named Mr. Pickles?" Will asks.

I sigh. "No, I just call him that because he smells like Pickles, and so does his classroom. Now, five-minute break!" I clap my hands and usher them upstairs.

"Oh, you're coming out of the cave, how's everything going?" Mrs. Wheeler asks as she opens the fridge door.

I sigh as the boys answer, noticing how she tries to hold her smile as they talk about the campaign.

"I got them out Mrs. Wheeler, for a short time. We need food to tame the hunger of the monsters they call stomachs." I smile.

She smiles at me, patting my shoulder. "Thank you for that dear."

"No problem, but I gotta go ask Nance something real quick," I state before moving around her and running up the stairs. "Nance! I got a question."

I open the door and walk in, falling onto her bed with a groan. She looks over at me from her desk, raising her brow.

"Is it already done?" She asks as she stands from her chair and sits next to my head.

"No, I just demanded a break. Anyway, I was wondering." I pause as I try to think of my question again. "Oh right, Mr. Pickles gave me homework, and there's one problem I can't figure out. It's got like 50 melons and the cost of one is 5, but then the inflation is like, 2.2 or something. What do I do?"

She stares down at me before laughing. "Really? That's your question?"

I smile and shake my head before sitting up. "Nope, what up with you and Steve?"

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"Wait, guys!" I yell as Will and Dustin start racing. "Guys, don't leave me! I have asthma!"

Muttering a curse I try to push myself to catch up with them, and I manage to catch up to Dustin as he stops at our corner.

"I want your X-Men 134!" I hear Will shout as I stop next to Dustin, wheezing.

"Shit," Dustin says, before looking at me. "Fuck, where's your inhaler!"

I flip him off, peddling forward slowly, digging into my pocket for my inhaler. I hear him apologizing but I wave him off, trying to breathe again.

"Whatever. Do you think we beat it?" I ask as we go to our house.

He shakes his head. "No, we didn't. Will found the other dice, it was a seven. We lost."

Cursing again I crack my neck as I press on the breaks, stopping in our driveway. Dustin's breaks squeak loudly and I wince. "We should fix that."

He shrugs as we head to the door, ready to go to bed after a long campaign.

"Hey Mom, We're home!"

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taegularities · 2 years ago

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Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

I'm so mad at tumblr for the way it's been messing up the tags for so long now. It makes me so sad to see many creators being discouraged by it and I'm sorry it happened to you with something you worked so hard on.

Today when you were uploading the part I was constantly checking if it was showing up in the tags and getting frustrated when it wasn't, so I could only imagine what you were going through was so much worse 😔

But I did just now start reading it and I've only read the first scene but I already love it, truly. I'll have to properly get to it tonight because I have to cook and eat, etc, but I wanted to quickly say that to you. I really like the way you're handling all the conflicting feelings so far. And also I must say, I didn't expect to be this fond of Jungkook. But like every word that he says either makes me go 🥺 or 😳. It's taken me by surprise how much I like him despite everything. But I also really like OC too and I'm really looking forward to properly reading this part later. Maybe I'll eat my words about liking him since I do feel some more angst coming though 👀👀👀

Until I bombard you with a ramble later (because I already have notes and reactions to almost every paragraph), sending lots of love 💞💞💞

yeah i truly don't know what's going on? like, apparently the tags do not like banners, bc every time i try to add it, my fic disappears from the tags, and now i'm scared to add it lol... but it seriously sucks. i feel awful fr but what can we do :') just worried about this happening with the milestone fic, cmi and long jk oneshot, too... ugh we'll see. thank you for checking the tags, too :((

omg i'm happy you're already hooked !! take your time and have a good sunday <3 i can't wait to see what you think of the entire thing! and am super curious whether your opinion on him will change lol but i too am very endeared by him. my poor little royal boy :'')

waiting for the ramble !! love you lots <333

#you're so sweet fr #notes for rid 🌹#ivi <3 #fic: candles & flames

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years ago

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Tabs is out for the Fue simp blood. (no I don't mind, and I'll have a lot to colour after Sunday~)

Idk why, but the "Lucius' attribute is this incredible soul magic" makes me think that he's a wee bit jealous. But if that's the case, we'll be there to kiss his boo boos I'm sure 😘😏

Why is he so fine tho 😩 No I don't mind. Absolutely don't mind. It's just a crime that he's 2D 😔

An-nyways...

I asked the same question about Yuno's arm once the spoilers dropped, and was told that it's probably because Yuno has been battling devils like no tomorrow. So... It probably has to do with that

Yami looks mad as hell (and I'm sure Yami simps feel things because of that expression)

7 days really is a short time span, and it feels like a lot will happen in the next few chapters, meaning that a lot of info will drop, which... Might be lore, might be something else. (I really want to know a lot of things Tabata!)

Rill copes with poorly timed bad jokes. Poor boy. But we love him

(Oui, oú est le fans que parlais francais?! Diarra est trés manifique!)

BCSpoilers under the cut ! I normally do not fo this but this chapter made me want to rant. A LOT

Bro... BRO

WHY IS HE SO PRETTY ????? TABATA ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME ?!?

AND THE LITTLE PONYTAIL 😭 !

Ok now seriously. Why is yuno's arm wrapped up like that 🤔. (Btw lungs cancer is gonna kill yami before Charlotte gets to properly confess atp 🚶🏿‍♀️)

My girls look so .... I can't even express how seeing them like this makes me feel. Tabata is really good with facial expressions :(

Man ... my boy's way too good for this world. 🥺

I love you yuno, like I really do but I hope you get clapped and eventually turned into a paladin and no this time you're not allowed to be completely in control of your body. I wanna see a wee bit more of agnst. Just saying 😌.

Now, NOW THINGS ARE GETTING INTERESTING. I WANT MORE WORLD BUILDING IF YOU WON'T MIND TABATA this prolly won't happen but I still have some hope.

It's most likely yami's homeland and BOIII I used to pray for times like this <insert meme>.

7 days is a really short time-lapse not only to get stronger especially if your trainer doesn't speak the same language. So I think that Yuno &co. are gonna lose, get turned into whatever lucius like to call those angel looking creatures , flee , establish a resistance or have a tea party with the devils and Lucius, ANYTHING YOU WANT but the final fight ain't happening in 7 days. They are not ready.

Forgot to mention my boy Rill , CEO in making jokes in the most inappropriate moments (idk if that make sense but we love him for that), sa maman Charlotte and his Papa Yami who is 💞très énervé💞

Now that I think about it were the Francophone bc fans I feel lonly here :< vous voulez pas me tenir compagnie ?

Tagging: @daffodilsinspring @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

#Diarra #black clover spoilers #Fuego's lady #I'll wait until Sunday to maybe ramble something #Maybe

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 2 years ago

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Vegas birthday weekend

Summary: Your 25th birthday approaches but when your friends can't make it Nat and Wanda make it up to you by taking you to Vegas! How exciting!

Warnings: Nothing mature just fluff and cute stuff maybe an innuendo or two

Parings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x reader (eventually)

A/N: I'm happy with this but then not but then I do really like it maybe I'll do a part 2 but its cute so enjoy! :) It's also not proofread sooo ignore that

Words: 2,400

"Yeah Kate that's okay I understand, sure we'll celebrate next weekend" you solemnly hung up the phone, another friend too busy for your birthday, you knew it was silly to want to celebrate your birthday for a whole weekend but you only turn 25 once! Oh well, maybe you could still have a nice time chilling around town, and to start off this amazing birthday weekend you'd go and get coffee. How exciting! You knew your day would be slightly better by seeing your favourite cafe owners.

The shop was empty when you entered only the two owners behind the counter "hi Miss Romanoff!" You cheerily shouted, the redhead looked up smiling wide at you "Y/n! We thought you forgot about us"

The brunette barged through the back door hearing your voice "Y/n! Honey we missed you" she hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek making you giggle "I missed you too Miss Maximoff"

"Now sweetheart we've known you for a while now call me Wanda" Wanda was the sweetest woman you'd ever met, whenever you were sad she'd always know just what to say to make it all better, also a few sweet treats never hurt to make you feel better.

"Sorry Wanda"

"Shh don't apologise princess" Wanda didn't even let you finish your sentence "you know I don't like it when you when you're mean to yourself" you nodded giving her a smile.

"Here you go dorogoy a special present just for you" Nat approached the table you and Wanda had taken up with a slice of cheesecake with a candle in it "we know your birthdays not until Sunday but we know you'll be too busy with your friends all weekend"

You let out a sad sigh which the women noticed "are you not celebrating with your friends?" Wanda rubbed your arm and lent her head on your shoulder "no, they're busy..."

Nat instantly pulled you into a tight hug "oh sweet girl I'm sorry they're busy, hey how about you do something with us? we may be older but we can still party" you all burst out laughing at Nat "babe we're not old! But she's right Y/n what did you want to do for the weekend?"

You shrugged picking a fork and taking a piece of the delicious strawberry cheesecake in front of you "it's so cheesy and cliché but I wanted to go to Vegas"

"Then let's go!" Nat jumped up from her seat turning the open sign around on the door to closed "Natasha I couldn't let you do that, you guys have this place and-"

Wanda silenced you with a finger to your lips "don't say another word honey, we're going to vegas and we'll get so drunk that we can't remember what we did the night before"

Nat eyed up her girlfriend walking towards her and pulling her into a kiss "well malyshka I didn't know you still had it in you, I cant wait to get blackout drunk with you"

"Mhm I'm gonna do so many things to you-" Wanda gasped and smacked her arm "Natalia Romanoff! Keep those dirty thoughts to yourself"

You laughed at the pair interacting, maybe one day you'd have that with a girl.

"What are you thinking about princess?" Wanda had caught you staring at them and thought it was adorable, you really were so innocent and she loved it.

"Oh sorry nothing erm... so let's book those tickets, do you want to share a room?"

Nat smirked "one room? Hmm we'll have to get you some earplugs"

you blushed hard realising what you'd said "oh-er no I- I just meant because the prices are so expensive and if my friends were going we would've shared a room because we're comfortable with each other. I'm not saying we aren't! I just mean-" you stopped rambling when the two were smiling at you "book 2 rooms Malysh we'll pay for them both, no arguments" Wanda said sternly and you just nodded "okay, thank you for this, I'm sure it'll be a great weekend"

"It'll be an amazing weekend! Vegas isn't ready!" Nat cheered coming over to you kissing your forehead "let's go and pack, make sure to pack a bikini Y/n we'll be swimming every morning"

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The plane journey was torturous but was made a little better by Wanda cuddling you and singing her sokovian lullabys to you so you could fall asleep easily.

Finally getting off of the plane you were met with the burning sun baring down on you "wow and I thought the sun at home was hot"

"Hmm I guess we'll be spending most of our time in bikinis then?" Wanda slid up next to you wrapping you in a hug "you brought your bikini right?"

You leaned into her smiling "yeah I did but I haven't worn one in a while-"

"I bet you look beautiful in your bikini princess now come on, to the hotel and then the pool!" Nat pulled you both along the road to a car she rented and opened the doors for you "there you go sweet ones"

Wanda kissed her "always so sweet printsessa"

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It turns out Nat had changed where you guys were staying, instead of a hotel you had your own little rental house with a balcony pool overlooking the strip, you kept saying no and that it was way to much for a birthday weekend for someone they'd only know for a few months but the Russian wouldn't listen to you "you deserve only the best for you 25th birthday and when else are you going to get this opportunity? so wrap your lips around a straw of a fruity drink and get your cute ass to the pool"

Wanda rolled her eyes, her girlfriend got so excited sometimes "Nat please don't start scaring her"

"Please I'm not scaring her look at her blushing" she was right, you were blushing, maybe it was the fact that Nat's bikini left absolutely nothing to the imagination, like there was no point to the outfit. You were no stranger to Nat's flirtatious nature but she was laying it on a little thick right now, not that you truly minded she was a gorgeous woman after all.

"Honey you're staring" Wanda giggled clicking her fingers in front of your face "she is pretty hot though I will give you that"

You shook your head in embarrassment "I'm sorry Wanda I didn't mean to stare"

The woman laughed "don't worry my love, she's a beautiful woman, plus she thrives on the praise and attention"

Just then the attention whore herself closed in on you two "hey my girls! What are you talking about?"

Wanda welcomed Nat with a kiss "mmm have you been eating strawberries?"

"Just my lipgloss princess, but I saw strawberries on the buffet, if we're quick enough we can catch it before it ends!” Nat quickly ran into villa after her favoured strawberries

“You know the welcome buffet doesn’t end right?! This our house for the weekend!” Wanda shouted “she’s like an excited puppy I swear”

You laughed with her “yeah she is pretty excitable" looking down at your hands unsure of what to say, you’d never really been alone with Wanda without Nat there and she made you slightly nervous. Wanda seemed to notice and asked you something

"Are you enjoying yourself moya lyubov'?" Wanda grabbed your hand and forced you to look up at her smiling as your eyes met hers "be honest"

"yes..." you answered but Wanda wasn't convinced so she grabbed your chin keeping you in place making you blush “yeah, yes Wanda I’m having a wonderful time”

This made her smile and lean forward, her expression changing, she was close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin but before you could move away she planted a small kiss on the side of your lips and pulled away still smiling "I'm so glad princess, Nat was really nervous you wouldn't enjoy it but I knew you would, you're such a good girl and good girls get treated very well" she pulled away from you completely and let go of your chin, her expression happy once again

"Now let's go and find our girl okay?" She left so quickly your mind hadn't even registered what just happened "oh-er what?" But she was already gone, into the building and embracing Nat kissing her with the same lips she'd just kissed you with.

"Being gay is so stressful"

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The rest of the day was pretty relaxed even though all you thought about was how Wanda called you a good girl and why the butterflies in your stomach increased every time you thought about her saying it.

Apparently you weren't that good at hiding the butterflies when Nat came up to you while Wanda was making dinner in the kitchen "are you okay dorogoy? You've been quiet all day and that's not like you" She looked so sad that you weren't enjoying the vacation that it nearly broke your heart "no no Nat I'm okay I promise, I just feel off about something that happened..." You trailed off not wanting to tell Nat that Wanda, her literal girlfriend, kissed you and called you a good girl.

"What did Wanda do?" Nat's voice was stern and made you jump "oh er what do you mean?" Your wobbly voice wasn't convincing and Nat knelt down to you holding your face in place "she kissed you didn't she?"

You pulled your face away in shame shaking your head "Nat I'm sorry I don't know what I did and she was being so sweet and then called me a good girl and and then she left and kissed you and then I-"

Nat shushed you with a sudden kiss on your lips smiling into it, then she pulled away you were a blushing mess but managed to whisper "I don't know what's going on"

The Russian nodded "we're sorry for confusing you and making you feel stressed, we just wanted to spoil you and treat you to a special weekend before we asked you something"

"Which is?" You asked kinda having an idea but you needed to hear it from her in case you embarrassed yourself.

"One minute" Nat got up and marched into the kitchen, the humming coming from Wanda suddenly stopping and both women appearing in front of you again.

"Are you gonna stand there looking guilty or are you actually going to say something?" You didn't mean for that to sound harsh but you felt stressed again

Wanda spoke first "Y/n we both like you...more than friends, we want you to join us"

You were shocked, join them?? Weren't they like late 30s or something?

"Honey please say something" Nat pressed for you to answer, you were staring off into the distance too long for the women's liking

"I-I just don't understand? You guys have been together years, why add someone who could mess that all up?"

Wanda shook her head pulling you into a tight hug "no no princess would you never ruin our relationship!, You'd make it better trust me, we watched you come into the cafe for months, and you'd brighten up our days, like the first time you stayed after closing you remember?"

You did remember and it made you smile, exams were overwhelming you and you didn't notice the time until Natasha started stacking chairs and you tried moving your things before Wanda sat down with you "Y/n it's okay you can stay as long as you want, do you need any help?"

You shook your head "its okay Miss Maximoff if I can stay to finish my work that'd be great, my roommate has friends over and they distract me"

Wanda nodded and kissed you on the side of the head "okay moja ljubezen you tell us if you need anything, you've got until 11pm if you need it"

"Thank you"

You must've been smiling wide remembering the memory because when you finally came back to the present Wanda and Nat were smiling back at you "hi honey welcome back, you don't have to tell us what you were thinking of but what'd do you say we go out for dinner and talk a little more okay?"

You nodded and let Wanda kiss you softly on the lips "we'll have the best weekend princess, trust us we'll show you how much you mean to us"

Nat knelt down besides you kissing your cheek also "I can't wait for our dinner! Can we get fried chicken?"

Wanda shook her head "no we'll get some fancy meal that costs way too much and have expensive bottles of champagne"

You laughed "I think Nat would prefer fast food" the happy mood returning quickly to all of you

The redhead shrugged "yeah probably but if Wanda wants a fancy meal then a fancy meal we'll get!"

Both women kissed and for the first time you let yourself enjoy watching them knowing how they now feel about you "you two are so pretty" you let slip and instantly blushed "sorry..."

Wanda smiled into her kiss with Nat clearly hearing you and pulled away even when Nat tried following her lips

"Did you want to kiss us to my love?"

You didn't move, didn't nod or shake your head just stayed looking at Wanda with your mouth slightly agape.

Nat held her hand out for you to take which you did and were pulled into their hug "do you taste sweet too?" Nat asked

"Yeah I think so"

Nat smirked and kissed you as soft as Wanda and tried deepening the kiss before Wanda stopped her "hold on Nat, we'll take it slow, now come on, I'm starving"

Nat rolled her eyes "fine! But I want a booth so we can all sit together and I can have Y/n on my lap while I feed her strawberries"

You tired your head "that sounds specific?"

Wanda sighed "she's wanted to do it for a while...apparently she's had enough of doing it to me"

"Okay you on one thigh Wanda on the other, and ill alternate between feeding you two strawberries alright?"

Wanda laughed "sure Nat I'm sure the people in the restaurant will love watching us do that"

"They'll be jealous of our fun and hot personalities"

#marvel #mcu #MCU #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda marvel #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 3 years ago

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happy sirius and harry saturday to @impishtubist and everyone else who needs some content in their lives. have a dribble ft. one babbling harry james potter and one godfather extraordinaire

Sirius was surprised to see Harry already awake when he came downstairs to start the kettle and his morning. It was Sunday and it was summer, two scenarios that definitely, almost always, warranted his fifteen-year-old sleeping until at least ten. But instead, Harry had already started the kettle, sitting upright at the kitchen table. Sirius was a morning person, and even for him, the nervous energy radiating off his godson was admittedly a lot, reminding him of the way James would get before big Quidditch Games.

Unable to sit still, leg bouncing under the table.

"You're up early," Sirius commented, walking behind Harry to place kiss on top of his head, and a hand on his forehead, "Feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fantastic. I'm great! It's a great morning," Harry responded quickly, giving Sirius the fakest smile he had ever seen. "I started the kettle and then I was going to start breakfast but I didn't know what you would want or what Remus would want and then I stubbed my toe trying to get something from the pantry and gave up, so now there isn't any--"

"Oh, slow down, my love. Where's the emergency?"

"None, nope, none here," Harry nodded, his leg still bouncing and Sirius looked at him incredulously.

"Harry James..."

"Hi, Sirius, what's--"

"I love you so much, so please do not take offense when I say this in the kindest way I can muster--what the hell is wrong with--"

"Did you like him?" Harry blurted finally, and let out a breath, "I couldn't sleep last night, and I wanted to ask you last night but I was too nervous and thought I could sleep it off but then I didn't sleep and I've been here for two hours, sweating, Sirius, it's barely after seven and I am sweating, and I just need to know if you liked him. You did. Didn't you?"

Sirius's jaw fell open slightly as he listened to his godson's rambles in confusion before putting together the pieces. The Him was a boy. Cedric Diggory, the boy Harry had started seeing towards the end of the year, that Sirius had heard about. Sirius had heard about the dates, and the hand holding, and the almost-kisses that Harry dodged because what if he had bad breath, what was he supposed to do about that, dating and romance an entirely new parenting territory, and Sirius and Remus had finally decided it was beyond time to invite Cedric for dinner. Harry had been nervous last night too, and Sirius had to stop himself more than once from putting his hand on the knee of Harry's bouncing leg, knowing that gesture wouldn't be taken well in the company of a boyfriend who, Harry had once described as beyond pretty.

But Sirius could do that now, and he stopped his ministrations with his morning tea, letting magic take care of it, to sit down at the table with Harry, immediately putting a hand on his leg, "You're asking me...if I like Cedric?"

"Well, yeah...you kind of have to."

"Why's that?"

"How am I going to date someone you don't like? Can't come around here, can't go anywhere...and besides, you probably know what's good for me anyway--"

"Probably?"

"Most of the time, I still think starting homework when it gets assigned and not waiting is made up..."

"Mm, I see."

Harry looked down, picking at the skin outside his nails anxiously and Sirius thought he was going to run out of hands the way Harry had developed so many nervous habits. He grabbed Harry's hand with his spare that wasn't on Harry's knee and held it. "I liked him."

"Okay, but you have to tell me why or else I'll think you're lying to me to keep me from eating my own shorts."

"Please don't do that, I'd rather not explain that to St. Mungos."

"Me neither!"

"You wouldn't have to, you'd have eaten your shorts and would probably be moaning from a stomach ache."

"Actually, that doesn't sound bad, maybe I'll do that after lunch," Harry said.

"I...think he's very polite," Sirius started, "He wouldn't have to be, I like plenty of impolite people, but I liked that he was polite and offered to help with the dishes after dinner," Sirius thought back to the dinner from last night, the four of them swapping stories and doing their best to get to know the boy who had stolen Harry's heart. Thinking back to Cedric bringing in a small gift and presenting it to Sirius as Head of Household, a pureblood custom that Sirius recognized from his childhood and visitor's past. "I...think he's smart, yes?"

"So smart...best in his year, I think."

"Handsome too."

"Sirius!"

"Well, he is! Not that I wouldn't like him if he was an ugly tosser, but it certainly helps--"

"Sirius!" Harry scolded mildly again and Sirius laughed.

"Harry...I would like anyone you brought home as long as I could see they were kind to you. Treated you with the respect that you deserve, cares about you...that's the important parts, not...everything else."

"...Does...he?"

"I should hope you have the answer to that."

Harry smiled a little and picked his head up to look at Sirius, "...So, he...can come around again?"

"He can come around whenever you'd like, love."

#sirius and harry saturday #sirius black #harry potter #raising harry

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theresthesnitch · 3 years ago

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October 23, 1981

Today was… so much. I’m not even sure where to begin. Honestly, this may just be a bit of a ramble as I try to collect my thoughts.

Dumbledore came by today. So did Sirius, Peter, Mary, and Remus. Our house hasn’t been so full since Harry’s birthday. I just wish there was a happier reason for it.

It’s this damn prophecy again. You-Know-Who knows about the prophecy. I mean, we knew that, of course, but we never really knew what that meant, or what he would do about it. Until now.

Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this down. Is it dangerous? I mean… I guess if we are going to be hiding like this, no one will see it, right?

Continue reading on page 3.

Dumbledore told us that he was approached by a Death Eater with information about the prophecy. This Death Eater says that You-Know-Who has become obsessed with the prophecy, and he has determined who it applies to.

It's Harry. He picked Harry. He is coming for us.

James asked Dumbledore how he could possibly know that it was Harry, but Dumbledore says it doesn’t matter. You-Know-Who has picked Harry, and so it must be Harry. He will mark Harry as his own, and it is Harry. James also demanded to know who the source was, but Dumbledore wouldn't say.

I hope he’s wrong. He must be.

There’s still a chance he is... right?

Please let him be wrong.

Dumbledore says that there is a new protection spell that has been created. Someone in the Order has been working on enhanced spells, and I guess they were finally successful.

The spell is a powerful, complicated charm. Casting the charm locks a location—in this case our house—into a magical secret. The secret is then locked inside of a living person—The Secret Keeper. Once completed, the house will be hidden entirely—invisible, intangible, unplottable, and soundproof. The only way to find us is for the Secret Keeper to share our location. If they don’t share, we cannot be found. Even if You-Know-Who knows our exact address, he can’t walk into the house unless the secret is shared with him. We can be safe, though we will be locked inside.

Does it seem too good to be true?

Dumbledore explained the spell to me. It’s complicated, but I can do it. I’m the best of us at charms, aside from Dumbledore himself, so it has to be me. The only question that remains is who our Secret Keeper will be.

The Secret Keeper is supposed to be someone we trust implicitly, according to Dumbledore. Someone that we have no doubt in, who will protect our secret, who will keep us safe. They will need to go into hiding as well, and will be in great danger.

I wonder if Dumbledore knew the real reason his words made all of us shift uncomfortably in our seats, or if he just thought that we were worried about putting one of us in danger. I mean. We are worried about that too, but the question of trust hit us particularly hard.

Is Dumbledore suggesting one of our friends cannot be trusted? Does he know who the spy is?

Does he know the spy is Remus?

Dumbledore offered to be our Secret Keeper, but something feels wrong about that. I'm sure he would keep us safe, if for no other reason than Harry seems to be the impetus for the end of the war, but I think our Secret Keeper should be someone who wants to keep us safe because they love us, not what we can do for them.

After he left, the discussion was actually relatively quick. There really is no option other than Sirius. Even if we were not paranoid and doubting each other, Sirius would still be the obvious answer.

We decided to wait until Sunday the 25th to cast the charm. It gives us a few days to prepare, as best we can.

A chance to say goodbye.

Mary left first. It was a quick goodbye. More of a see you later than anything. I'll see you after this is all over. I'll see you when the storm clears. I hugged her, long and hard. My closest and dearest friend. My first real friend in the wizarding world. I hope she stays safe. She left before the tears could overtake her.

The boys dawdled a bit. Remus asked to play with Harry, and I couldn't find it in my heart to say no. He sat on the floor with Harry, playing with toys and talking to him. Remus read him a couple of books, and promised to send him more books for Christmas. He hugged Harry closely, and Harry was receptive to the hug. I was surprised, honestly. Harry is so hit or miss with hugs, especially if the alternative is playing. I wonder if he could sense something in the air. Maybe he could tell that this hug was important.

Maybe he could tell it was goodbye.

Remus handed Harry off to Sirius, who hovered nearby the entire time. Remus and Sirius didn't speak or so much as look at each other. It was like Harry was the one connection left between them, and the only acceptable conduit.

Remus came to me next, and we sat on the couch and talked. He's going on an extended mission, and he doesn't know when he will be back. Or so he says. There was something off in the way he said it. I don't know if he's not actually going on a mission, or if he is telling me so that I do not worry about him feeling excluded, or if he is just worried that we won't see him again.

Is this the last time I see Remus alive?

Is the war going to take him away for good?

Remus hugged me, then, and the contact honestly made me cry. I wish a hug could erase all the distrust between us. I wish the circle of my arms could determine if he was lying. If they could, I think if learn that he is nothing more than a scared little boy who is slowly losing his friends. Or maybe I'd learn that he really is the monster that we all fear.

Remus went to James last, and they spoke quietly. In this tiny cottage, it wasn't really quiet enough for us to avoid hearing them.

Remus told James the same thing that he told me—that he would be away for a while. Probably at least a couple cycles of the moon, he said. James asked him to be careful, to take care of himself, to come back safe. Remus smiled, and promised he would.

James tried to talk about plans for the future. Remus would miss Halloween and Sirius's birthday, but surely he would make it to Christmas, or New Years? They could have a joint party for their birthdays in March, and surely he would come to Harry's birthday next July.

Remus smiled with that small, tight, uncomfortable smile, letting James push forward into plans that Remus couldn't make. He gave noncommittals and platitudes, and James went on. The rest of us shifted uncomfortably.

Plans so far in the future are a luxury that we are no longer afforded. James knows this too, but he needs to feel like there is an end and a tomorrow. We all let him.

Finally, Remus stood, and he and James hugged. I could hear the whispered murmurs. The thank yous and I love your that growing boys may have shied away from but soldiers cannot afford to forget.

They are soldiers first, and boys second, and this is the way of war.

Finally, Remus turned and headed for the door. He looked back, as though trying to take in everything one last time. When the door snapped shut behind him, it left an emptiness in the room that I'm not sure we have the ability to fill.

Sirius and Peter left soon after, both promising to come back in the next few days. As they left, a shroud fell over the house, and for the rest of the night, no one said a word.

#the last diary of lily potter #the last time they see Mary #the last time James will see Remus #jily #jilytober 2021 #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders #Fideleus charm #jily fic #the daily prophet presents #snitchwrites

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years ago

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Hello how are you doing? :P

Alive and kicking, for now at least—

I do currently have an absolutely inhuman amount of work dangling above me, threatening to crush me whenever it so chooses

Since I don't have anybody in my actual real life I can complain about this too, let me go over the full magnitude of exactly what I have to get done, so you can understand the sheer amount of bullshittery that's been thrusted upon me

I have to write 3 essays before Friday on Greek, Roman, and Egyptian architecture and statues, because I need to submit one of them for my western survey midterm but my professor has which one set at random, he also won't allow you to simply copy and paste whichever essay it turns out to be, you have to rewrite the entire thing in the text box provided

So that midterm is due Friday and is also composed of 9 short response questions that I don't know anything about before going into it, I have a staggering 90 minutes to do all of that 👌

Then I have a continuation of a semester long graphic design project, which requires me to create 25 unique logos based on a fictional environmental activism corporation, due Friday as well

Also on the graphic design schedule we have a completely different project, due Sunday, which specifically says in the header "Don't wait until the last minute to start working on this", which requires me to design four stamps based on social issues, with no less than 12 different steps of criteria for each, and then, of course, a formal analysis for the set

And then ending it off strong we have a discussion post which thankfully only requires about 3 paragraphs worth of work, one paragraph due Friday and the other two on Sunday

After that 3 psychology assignments due Friday, I'm really kind of scared to look at that class because I know I have this really big grade hanging over my head, but I don't know much about it or when it's due, and every week that passes I tell myself I'll deal with it next week—

Then moving ahead a bit, I have to fully shade an 11 × 14 in fantasy based architecture drawing, with a fine liner, before Monday, because that's when we're critiquing

Have to finish a landscape charcoal drawing that I've worked like 4 hours on and I'm only about 15℅ done with before Tuesday, because that's when we're critiquing

And then I have a western survey research paper due on Wednesday, that I have not started, roughly 5 pages and requires me to find 4 peer reviewed sources and properly cite them 😀

On top of that I'm completely losing tomorrow afternoon because I agreed to go to an event with a family member out of obligation, which I only learned about this morning, because if I don't go then a different family member of mine would go in my place, and having the two of them in a room together might actually lead to the final nail in the coffin of their multi decade long relationship

And I think that's about it—

So I'm just a tad bit stressed, but I assure you that I'm handling this with the utmost of optimism I am physically capable of, and no matter how all of this plays out I'm not going to die nor is it the end of the world, which is what I have to keep telling myself

So I apologize for kind of rambling for something that required a short concise answer, but honestly writing all that out was kind of therapeutic and it might actually help me keep better track of everything—

So thank you for the check in, I needed it, and I hope you aren't suffering the same fate

And maybe send a prayer to Lord Barbatos for me cause I'm gonna need it

#hey look i'm talking #personal #vent #(?)#I'm not sure if I would really consider it that but I will tag it to be safe #I'm so tired guys #tw cursing

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tractorbeamofwoe · 3 years ago

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Since we just entered the last week without any CatB news, let's all answer some questions as a quick game:

1. How are you preparing yourself to see them on stage after so long?

2. If it's right that they're gonna put an almost 2 hours long show, what are you expecting? Do you reckon they'll perform any new songs?

3. How long will Van's hair look?

4. Bets on their new album cover animal?

5. Picture yourself at the barrier in their concert. How are you looking?

6. I know the lineup is already perfect as many of us seems to love both Inhaler, Sam Fender and CatB, but would you add anyone else?

7. So then, to go to this concert you'll have to lose something, what's gonna be? It can be another artist concert you already have a ticket to, or your won't be able to see the next season to your favourite serie like in forever, or you won't see your team important match, or something else you are really wanting. Are you going then?

8. My very goodbye to you lot, if I am creative enough I'll come back next Sunday, the last one till we see the lads. Xx

Hey anon! It’s like 11/12 days until R&L and it can’t go any slowerrr. 1. I am nOT prepared at alllll 😭 my plan is to not go on my phone or at least not check social media the whole day so I don’t get any spoilers of the set. Then I can watch it blind on iPlayer haha. I feel like I nights cry but honestly I’ll just way too excited and hyped to even think about crying for a second.

2. Please two new songs would be nice but one song will do. Maybe an album announcement is a little too much to ask but wHO KNOWS it is Van McCann after all that man is full of surprises.

3. Same as it was in 2020 I’m calling it now. I can’t wait to experience a proper long hair Van era.

4. Omg I think I’ve rambled about this before but I’d love to see some sort of sea creature. I think some of the ones on my list are turtle, whale, dolphin, lobster, seahorse...endless possibilities lol. Or maybe it’ll be trash van or something lmfaooo

5. Disrespectfully 👀 no In all seriousness though, I could probably never get barrier for any concert because I overheat and get tired out too quickly. I’ll faint! 💀💀 despite that though of course I’d make an extra effort to look good in case bondy decides to look up from his pedalboard 😌

6. I’m waiting for the 7/7 uprising where we can have Catfish, Sam, Chintzy and Jango all playing the same festivals it’d be bonkers. PLUS a Symphonic Pictures reunion. I also really enjoy a good Blossoms set and unfortunately I don’t think they’re playing this year but hopefully next time 🤞🏻🤞🏻 There’s also a local band I love called The Native who just played Boardmasters and I’d love to see them get big 🥺

7. I would happily sacrifice...uhh...I don’t think there’s anything as important to me as this gig 😭

I’ll give up reading fics for two weeks or something idk 💀

8. YESSS and it’s bondy’s birthday. I can’t wait ❤️❤️

#Catfish and the bottlemen

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peterpanfromlemonland · 5 years ago

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Angel of Arkham

"So," Paris Beckett, one of Arkham's newest therapists and psychiatrists clicked her pen as she stared straight into Jerome Valeska's eyes, "Why did you do it?" she leaned back in her chair as the crazy eyed ginger, wiggling in his restraints, smirked. This wasn't the first time these two have met...

6 months ago...

Paris was watching the circus with her niece that calm Sunday evening, not much was going on that night, just the regular acrobats and clowns. That was until a fight ensued between the clowns and acrobats. "Oh dear," Paris muttered as her niece grimaced and looked away, "I don't think this is supposed to happen..."

"GCPD!" A voice rang out through the circus tent, a cop, "Everybody freeze!" The string of events that happened next caught Paris off guard, she was hoping for a relaxing evening but instead she got a case placed on her hands. Sadly, her "people" skills wouldn't be needed until later.

"C'mon kiddo," Paris picked up the child, "Let's get you back home before your dad scolds me for getting you involved in my work." as the two of them left the tent a young ginger, no older than Paris bumped into them- literally- and dropped his bag of cherry flavoured candies. "Oh," Paris muttered as she knelt down to pick it up, "I'm terribly sorry, sir, I wasn't looking where I was-"

"No, no," the ginger man replied as he knelt down at the same time, "It was my fault-" their hands collided and their eyes locked onto each others. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Paris felt the warmth of his fingers brush against hers as he blindly fumbled for the bag, until the scene before her finally began to process fully.

"Oh shit!" she jerked her hand away suddenly, her niece yelping at the random movement, "I'm so so sorry... again... I didn't mean-" she stuttered as her face flushed red, rising to her feet as her niece glanced around curiously. The ginger smiled awkwardly, that smile brought butterflies to Paris's torso, it was then did the man's features jump out at her. He was kind of cute...

"Again," he chuckled grabbing the bag and hopping to his feet as well, he was a few inches taller than Paris, "It was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." Paris was about to say more but the pressure of her niece gently banging her head against her shoulder stopped her.

"I- uh," Paris muttered shyly, "Sorry again- crap!"

"No worries, sweets," the ginger chuckled, "I'm Jerome, by the way."

"Paris," she smiled with a slight bow, "Nice to meet you." Jerome smiled back at her before taking his leave, her eyes followed him until he faded into the darkness. A smile still on her face.

"Aunt Paris," the small voice of her niece broke through her thoughts, "Can we go home now? I'm sleepy." Paris finally remembered why she was outside, she hummed in compliance and headed to her car. The trip to Paris's brother's house was 15 minutes, it was a quiet 15 minutes, time seemed to fly by without a moment's notice.

The next thing Paris knew was that she was pulling into her brother's driveway, she shuffled out of the car with her niece in her arms, "Paris," her brother smiled as he opened the door, "Thanks for taking care of her."

"It was no trouble at all, Jack," Paris replied softly, "We had fun." she placed the young girl in her brother's arms. She could see he wanted to say more but she quickly nodded a goodbye and rushed to her car.

"Paris!" Jack called out before she could leave, "Take care of yourself, kid." Paris stared at him before flashing him a smile and driving off...

The next day Paris was called to the scene, her job was to evaluate people's mental state after a crime as well as help out the detectives gather evidence. She pulled up to the circus parking with no knowledge of what happened after she left the previous night. When she got out of her car, a detective by the name of Gordon approached her, "Ms. Beckett?" he stopped her in her tracks.

"Yes?" she replied flatly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"I'm detective Gordon with the GCPD, you were here when the commotion started correct?"

"Yes sir." Gordon looked much older than Paris, maybe around his late 20s to early 30s, "One of the circus members attacked a fellow circus member." the two of them began walking.

"That," the detective said through gritted teeth, "And we happened to stumble across a dead body." Paris nearly tripped over her own feet. Turns out that the body they found was the mother of Jerome, Paris could feel her heart plummet to her stomach. She couldn't imagine the pain that sweet boy was going through.

"So..." Gordon focused his gaze on the girl, "We want you to talk to him..." his tone was cold and blank.

"That's my job, detective," Paris replied, "But something in your tone says that you don't think I can do my job." Gordon scoffed and bit his cheek.

"How old are you again?" he cocked his head skeptically.

"18," she replied with confidence, "Should that matter?"

"Look, I have no problem with you- really- I just think you're a bit-"

"-Too young to be a psychiatrist and therapist?" she smirked, "I assure you, sir, I scored the top of my class." and with that she walked off, leaving the detective dumbfounded, a smirk crawling across her face.

Paris made her way to find Jerome, asking here and there about his whereabouts, he was sitting outside of his trailer hugging his knees with his face buried. The poor thing must've been crying all night. She approached him gently and quietly, "Jerome?" she chirped softly, causing him to jolt in his seat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you-" she noticed that his eyes were red and puffy, probably from crying, she gazed at him warmly with a small smile.

All the boy did was sniffle and look away in shame and grief, "What do you want?" he grumbled, aware of the girl taking a small step closer to him.

"Mind if I sit by you...?" she tilted her head quizzically. Jerome just scowled in response, yet she still sat by him anyway. The boy didn't protest or argue, he just scooted over a bit to make room for the girl.

"Why are you here?" Jerome finally spoke, "You don't look like a cop..."

"That is true," Paris shrugged, "But I do evaluate people."

"What? So you're like a shrink?" he scoffed.

"I guess. But I'd also like to be your friend."

"Did they tell you to say that?"

"No," Paris chuckled, "I actually do want to be your friend."

"What's in it for you?" Jerome muttered.

"Another person to share jokes with and eat icecream with?" Paris noticed a change in Jerome's postrue, she smiled softly. The two of them sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Paris spoke again. "You doing okay? With all that happened?" Jerome sniffled and shrugged, rubbing his eyes against his sleeve.

Paris shifted to give him a hug but he jerked as if he was expecting her to smack him in the face. Her eyes met with his, once he saw no malicious intentions he calmed down and allowed her to gently hug him. Jerome cried into her shoulder for what seemed like hours, Paris rubbed his back soothingly and rocked back and forth softly. When he finished crying Paris hopped to her feet and extended a hand out to him.

"Walk with me?" she asked with a childlike wonder in her tone, Jerome couldn't refuse. The ginger took her hand in his and was quickly yanked to his feet and dragged away. The two of them weaved their way around the circus, Paris taking in the scene around her.

"Were you two close?" she asked, Jerome tilted his head in confusion, "You and your mother?" Jerome hissed in disgust as she mentioned his mother, that hiss was enough to answer Paris's question. Jerome began to tell the girl about his relationship with his mother and how she would always beat him, he told her about how he would often find his mother in bed with another man, about how she would get drunk and hit him again and again for no reason at all. Paris jotting down notes as a therapist would.

"'Jerome'," he mocked, "'Go take out the trash!' Or 'Jerome, it's always your fault!' followed by her banging a clown in the other room. I'm sorry, I'm rambling again."

"It's quite alright," Paris reassured him, "As a friend, and a therapist, it's my job to listen." Jerome stopped and smiled at her, she was quite different than the others he had met.

"My mother's love life never really bothered me at all," Jerome continued, "I mean, it's the reason I exist."

"True." Paris shrugged in agreement.

"I just hope that they find whoever did this..."

"I do as well..." Paris's voice grew quiet, Jerome noticed that her gaze darkened so he quickly changed the subject.

"I gotta go run some errands soon," he scratched his neck, "But I kinda wanna talk to you more."

"Thank you." Paris beamed at this comment.

"Mind if I get your number, sweets?" Paris didn't refuse, she quickly scribbled her number on a fresh page in her notebook before tearing it out and handing it to the ginger. Jerome said his thanks as he shoved the piece of paper into his jeans pocket, "When's a good time to call you?" he asked before he left.

"Around 5:30-6ish," Paris hummed, "Weekends I'm free to talk all day."

"You wanna go out to dinner with me tonight?" Jerome asked before she left.

"Sure, surpirse me!"

"I'll call you later tonight."

And with that the two said their goodbyes and headed their separate ways...

Back to present day, in Arkham...

Paris waited patiently for an answer, Jerome's frenzied gaze burning a hole through her composure and confidence. The silence was suffocating.

"Well?" she urged, "I'm waiting for your answer." Jerome only laughed, if it were during other circumstances Paris would've adored that laugh of his. But in that moment his laugh brought fear.

"You remember the time I took you out for dinner," Jerome started, "Right, sweets?"

#fanfic #jerome valeska x oc #gotham #yeet

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