#Oh no! I forgot her little stars on her jacket

[justaghostysposts]

Can I have one plz

Info

Used to be a test subject

Dragon and celestial powers

Thank you for your request!! :D

[wondersinwaynemanor]

the Wayne kids would definitely wear something from their partners without them knowing. or they just forgot because they're so into it.

[a bit long as this is for each Wayne kid]

~

Dick, enters the movie room at the Manor, announcing himself quite loudly: Who missed me????

his siblings exchange looks as they judge the The Flash joggers their eldest brother is wearing.

Bruce eyes fall to the clothing, a light smile on his lips.

Dick, plops himself beside Damian, ruffling his hair: I hope I didn't miss too much. I got caught up with something.

Jason: Did that something have anything to do with a specific speedster, Dickface?

Damian, huffs as Dick gives him a side hug: You've been frolicking quite often with West these days, Richard.

Jason, attempts to whisper but he obviously wanted everyone to hear him: I'm sure it's more than frolic.

Tim and Duke snicker at that.

Dick, steals Jason's bowl of popcorn: What you guys talking about? He's my best friend. If he needs something, I'll be there-

Cass pokes at Dick's knees and gives a knowing look at the joggers.

Dick, goes red as he continues to eat more popcorn: Um... My pants got dirty. Had to borrow. No big deal. Now..... What we watching????

~

Dick, grins and bows down as he stands on the mat: Okay! Who's ready to spar with the Master?

Jason and Tim roll their eyes in sync as they do their own business at the Batcave.

Cass emerges outside the changing rooms, wearing her workout clothes with a purple headband that's totally not her brand, and waves a hand to Dick as if indicating "me".

from his place at the Batcomputer, Bruce smiles when he sees his daughter.

Dick, coos: Awww. That's a cute headband, Cass. Where'd you get it?

Damian, emerges from the changing rooms: It seems to be Brown's.

Cass pretends not to blush when she touches the headband on her head.

Dick: You look adorable, Cass.

Before Dick could tease her even more, Cass does a move that knocks Dick on the floor.

~

Jason enters the dining room. he's the last one to join the rest of the family on the table.

his siblings exchange looks when they see the Star City shirt he's wearing, a shirt that's clearly tight for him.

Jason is minding his own business, stacking pancakes on his plate when Bruce starts the conversation.

Bruce, hides his smile behind the newspaper: Morning, Jaylad. I thought you were arriving later tonight.

Jason, shrugs: Business was cut off short.

Dick, grins from across the table: Just admit it, Little Wing. You miss us.

Jason, groans: It's too early, Dick. Please.

Duke: But not too early to wear a shirt that's clearly not from Gotham, right?

Damian: Must be some lousy business Todd got into.

Tim, snickers: Or an interesting one for Jason as it's clearly a Roy-related business.

Jason: What the fuck are you guys on about?

Cass, who is sitting beside him, tugs at his shirt.

Jason, pretends not to blush and continues to eat: 'nd your o' ucking 'iness

Alfred: Language, Master Jason. And you must not talk with your mouth full.

~

Tim enters the dining room after a long day at work as CEO of Wayne Enterprises. he hopes he isn't too late for family dinner.

Tim, sits down: Sorry, I'm late. It's been a looong day.

his siblings exchange looks when they see Tim wearing a leather jacket, which clearly wasn't part of his suit and tie that he initially wore to the office.

Bruce has to bite his lower lip to refrain from smiling.

Steph, raises her brow: Was there a photoshoot or something?

Tim, who doesn't look up as he starts typing on his phone: Huh...

Damian: You just got here, Drake, but you're already distracted. How childish of you.

Duke, clears his throat beside Tim: Tim, sorry to break it to you, but you're wearing a leather jacket. It doesn't seem to be your style.

Tim, almost drops his phone: Sh- Oh, yes, it's Kon's. He dropped by to the office to report something. Some team stuffs that doesn't concern any of you. I was cold, so he let me borrow.

Steph: We already know Tim secretly wanted the jacket even though he wasn't cold.

Tim tries to aim a pea on Steph's face, but she just catches it with her mouth.

~

Duke, enters the Batcave after morning patrol: Seriously, these rogues are coming out at morning too often these days.

his siblings, who were present at the cave, exchange looks when they see the cap with the letter R on his head.

Bruce pretends to cough to cover his chuckle.

Dick, grins: New getup, Little D?

Tim, smiles from beside Bruce by the Batcomputer: It looks good on you, Duke!

Duke, blushes: Wait, huh- Oh. It's Izzy's. She was nice enough to let me borrow.

Jason, pats Duke's shoulder as he makes his way to his motorcycle: You're one of the people I can say looks good with a cap, D.

Dick, shouts: Wait. Who's the other one, Little Wing? I don't wear a cap!!!

~

Damian enters the vehicle.

the rest of his siblings exchange looks when they see the oversized hoodie their youngest brother is wearing.

Bruce, who is on the driver seat, doesn't even try to hide the smile he has on his face.

Jason: I didn't know that after a sleepover, you get to bring home your host's clothes.

Tim: Oh, shut up, Jay. As if you're any better.

Jason: No one asked you to open your mouth, Replacement.

Dick, cuts the conversation: Aww, you look really adorable with Jon's hoodie, Dami.

Cass, beside him, plants a soft kiss on Damian's cheek.

Damian, curses internally before pulling the sleeves of the hoodie to his wrists: Tt. How did you know this was Jon's?

Duke: Well, it couldn't be Clark's right? It would drown you.

Damian, huffs, definitely not blushing: Whatever. Let's just go.

and the Wayne kids would definitely not return the things they're wearing.

[munsonsprincess11111]

Sleepover.

Eddie munson x reader:

Summary: Eddie's friends decide to all have a sleepover at the trailer. Eddie completely forgets and invites you over.

Eddie's on top of you head on your chest arms around your waist. You've got your legs spread for him to lay in between one hand stroking his back. The other stroking his head. "This is nice." HE mumbles closing his eyes relaxing into your touch.

Your eyes slowly begin to shut when there's loud banging on the door. Eddie jumps out of his skin sitting up. Eddie and you both look at eachother with wide eyes. "If that's the cops m jumping out the window." Eddie says standing up pulling his shirt down getting his shoes on.

"I'll get the door." You mumble walking over to the door. Peeking through the peep hole. "Babe it's only the boys." You shout laughing.

"Ah fuck." Eddie shouts in the distance running down the hallway. "Fuck I forgot they wanted to stay here tonight." HE says biting his lip looking at you. You step out the way and let Eddie open thr door. He let's the group of boys in and says hello to them all. Then Gareth sees you. "OH hey y/n why are you here..." HE askes confused.

Eddie groans "OK I'm sorry I forgot. I completely forgot you guys wanted to stay and invited y/n over for the night. And then you was knocking on the door so I don't know what you want me to do." HE says looking like a child crossing his arms over his chest.

The group of boys groan. Sudden wash of anxiety running over you. "I can just go." You say trying to fix Eddie's mess up.

All the boys says yes and nod. Except Eddie he looks at you annoyed. "NO. Nope. Your not going OK." HE says ignoring the boys.

"Eddie its fine OK." You says smiling walking to Eddie's room to get your bag. He followed after you. "I'll see ya on Monday." You say kissing his cheek. Before he can protest you've walked out the door.

The boys all whooping and cheering Gareth putting beer on the table n the boys taking one. "Common man don't be a downer." Gareth says handing Eddie a beer.

-2 hours later-

" we should all call our girlfriends." Jeff suggests. Eddie's eyes shoot up at him frowning. The boys agree. Going to the phone. First Gareth calls his girlfriend saying he loves her ans stuff. Then Jeff telling his girlfriend he can't wait for there date on Sunday. And then they get Eddie to call you.

You answer within 2 rings. "Hello" you answer.

"Hey babe it's me." HE says glancing at the boys. "What's up Eddie?" You ask sounding slightly disappointed.

"Nothing much just making sure your OK." HE answers biting his lip. "Yeah I'm OK are you?"

Eddie looks at the guys who are silently laughing. "Yeah I'm fine. Glad your OK I'm gonna come over tomorrow at 11 am to spend time with ya OK?" HE askes twisting his ring.

"Yeah that's fine see ya then babe." You answer. "Kay great I love you." HE says looking at his feet.

"I love you too." You say hanging up. The boys start laughing when he puts thr phone down at how awkward Eddie was. He rolls his eyes and sits on the couch.

-

1:34 AM. the clock starred at him. The others where asleep. And Eddie couldn't sleep. He needed you. He crept up from his spot on the floor over to the door. Silently grabbing his keys slipping his shoes on walking out the door closing it silently.

He got in the van and drove out the trailer park. He parked a block away from your house and walked around to your window which was left open a crack. Lucky for him. He slid the window up and slipped through. He took his shoes off placing them next to the window. He took off his jacket dropping it with his shoes. Then putting his keys on your desk.

He crept to your bed climbing in next to you. "Babe?" HE whispered. Nothing.

"Princess." HE says a little louder. You stir wnd then go back to sleep. "Y/n." HE says louder making you jump awake. Calming when you see who it is.

"The fuck you doing here." You ask half asleep running a hand through his curls. "Can't sleep wanna come back to the trailer with me n go sleep. I'd crash here but I don't want to leave them dicks alone." HE says kissing your cheek.

You nod. Eddie helps you up putting his jacket on you. You slip on your slippers as Eddie slips on his boots. He goes out the window first. You follow him out grabbing his hand as you stand. He wraps and arm around your shoulder walking to the van like that.

Once in the van you turn on the heater nuzzling into Eddie's jacket holing the hand that's not on the steering wheel.

"I felt really bad about you going earlier. N then you sounded pussed on the phone. N I couldn't sleep. So I come to get ya. Sorry if that's annoying." HE says starting at the empty roads

You shake your head. "I was kinda annoyed at the others reaction when I said I'd go. But I'm glad you come to get me. I don't mind you woke me up. Rather be with you then on my own." You say running a finger over his knuckles. You look over at him and see how he looks in the streetlight. Making you smile.

"I love you." You whisper to him. He stops at a stop light. There were no over cars about but he did for the first time in his life. "I love you too." HE whispers back kissing you sweetly.

You arrive at the trailer and Eddie helps you out. Opening your door for you. Then the trailer door. You enter the trailer feeling comfort at the feeling of Eddie. You slip your shoes off so does Eddie. But you keep his jacket on until your in his bed. His arms go around your waist. Yours around his neck so you can stroke his head. He's out like a light within seconds. One more kiss on his head and your out.

-

The boys notice Eddie's gone so doug walks down to his room. Only to see you both tangled in eachother fast asleep.

"Y/ns here Eddie's asleep." HE tells the others. The others nod. Gareth rights a note for Eddie when he awakens.

Can't believe you ditched us to go get your girl ya softy. Great night call us when your alive.

They pack up and leave.

-

Eddie wakes up and goes into thr living room seeing the boys have left and the note. He called Gareth asking him to call thr others for him. Then he heads back to his room. Climbing into his bed behind you kissing your neck.

You stir awake smiling feeling Eddie kiss your neck. You turn your head catching his lips on yours. "Morning." You smile.

"Morning gorgeous." HE smiles kissing you again.

"The guys already left so you can walking around naked if ya wanna." HE smirks running his fingers up your side. You giggle at Eddie.

"That make you happy?" You ask smirking. He nods like a child hair going everywhere. "Come shower with me then if your lucky. Maybe." HE needs no more convincing. He stand up pulling you up. Dropping his pj pants and boxers. Taking off your shirt dropping your shorts and panties.

He pick you up bridal style. Your laughing as he kissing you as you enter the bathroom.

"I love you."

"I love you too ya douchbag." You say kissing him

[irishmammonagenda]

Hi! Can i request MC with older brothers (i have four older brothers 😂) who are very protective of their little sister, and reaction of demon brothers, when MC wants to introduce them to her siblings?

hiya! ofc u can, im so sorry this is so late i saw it in my askbox like a week a week ago then forgot about it 😭😭 and then went away for easter and forgot abt it again😭😭

grma for the ask <3 fic dividers by @cafekitsune

MC With Older Brothers-Obey Me Brothers x Reader

When you had first been transferred to the Devildom, the inital shock of the new environment, the fact that demons and angels were actually real, the fact the fact that magic was actually real had made you forget about the reactions of your family back home upon realising yoou had just disappeared without a trace. It took you around a month to even remember, after the shock had worn off, and you had stopped living in survival mode. You hastily travelled to the Demon Lord´s Castle, and requested a formal visit to your family.

They were livid. Relieved but livid. Your parents, who were workaholics hadn´t noticed until around halfway through the second week. Your older brothers however, noticed the first day. And oh boy, did they want answers.

Going through Barbatos' portal was never a truly pleasant experience, although it wasn't unpleasant either. It was like that feeling in the pit of your abdomen when you're pushed too high on a swingset, but to a lesser extent. It almost looked like stars as the insides of the vortex falshed before your eyes before fading to reveal the park that you grew up near.

The reds and oranges of the leaves shone sparkling against the reddening sky with the morning dew. The early birds chirped, diving for worms, leaves fell gently down to the ground. You made your way home.

The familiar white door stood out like the gates of the Celestial Realm, your own personal paradise, everything you knew before the rug was pulled under you. You tried the doorhandle. Locked. Sighing, you looked under the entrance mat for the spare key and unlocked the door, walking into the hall. You had entered the kitchen and saw Evan, your second eldest brother making a sandwhich.

"Hiya!" You greet him. "Whatcha makin', Evs?"

Evan, who had just picked up his plate turned around and dropped it, his jaw slacked open, eyes wide. He stared at you, not even caring that his sandwich had fallen. "Y-you…where the fuck have you been?!"

"Uh...I-"

"Y'know what? Don't answer that yet." He steps away from you, moving out of the kitchen to the base of the stairs. "Sammie! Ben!" Evan shouts a few times, before hearing a pair of 'what?!'s back. "Get your asses down here now!"

Soon enough, reluctant thuds sound from the top of the stairs, getting louder as two of your brothers thunder down the stairs, you gulp. Lord Diavolo, you were in for it now.

Samuel appears downstairs first, the baggy MCR shirt he always wears to lounge around half hidden by his stained jacket. Ben follows soon after, phone in hand, no doubt open on the game he had been testing out. They both stall when they see you, Ben trips, and starts to fall, taking Samuel down with him.

“I-…MC..” Samuel swallows thickly. “W-where have you been…”

Ben parrots this.

You gulp. Adam—your oldest brother—would no doubt be the worst. And he wasn’t even home yet!

When Adam, your oldest brother did return from his date with his girlfriend (as you found out), he had demanded answers, and a hug. You try to explain it away, saying you found a scholarship at a college in another country, you must've just forgot to mention it! Silly you! Atleast that's what you were telling your older brothers, they didn't need to know you were taken to hell and the scholarship wasn't too far from the truth!

"Why didn't you visit? Or call? Or anything?" Was a question you heard parroted back to you multiple times.

"I...uh...it was just the craziness of it all....I forgot to call..." You rub the back of your neck. "I had to get a new phone anyway..." You say, giving them your number. It was a reasonable excuse. They couldn't exactly argue with it.

Samuel grabs your hand, the rough callouses of his fingers comforting. Permanent dents from his mastery of the guitar, he swings your arm back and forth, reminding himself that you're not in a ditch somewhere. "As long as you're safe...."

Evan huffs, Adam stares at you, eyes following your every move, he grumbles, "You're coming home every holiday you can. And calling us regularly. No more dropping off the face of the earth."

"Haha alright!" You laugh nervously, he didn't need to know that you technically did fall off the face of the earth.

"And I want to visit this College." Adam adds, Evan nods in agreement, as do the two younger of the brothers.

Shit.

Ben stretches, before sitting forward. "So tell us all about your dorm. Got any roommates?"

And boy, did that cause a few heated discussions. Though in the end you got away pretty much scott free. Though you had to visit bi-monthly, and call atleast bi-weekly.

On one of these bi-monthly visits, you'd decided to bring one of your 'roommates' along with you....

Just how would that go?....

LUCIFER

"Oh?~ Care to repeat that, MC?"

It had been a busy day in the Devildom for the Avatar of Pride. He was finishing up on paperwork when you came into his office asking him to come to the next visit to your brothers with you.

He acts a bit cocky over it, with his signature smirk and all, but agrees almost instantly.

Despite the fact that you asked HIM to meet your family, and that he was feeling quite flustered, he still somehow managed to make your cheeks burn and make you feel much more flustered about the situation.

"Hi everyone, this is Lucif-Lucius...! He's one of my roommates!"

"Lucius?"

"...My parents were Greek."

"Yeah, Ben, his parents were Greek don't be racist."

Lucifer relates to Adam on the sole basis that they're both the eldest, though he does feel second hand embarrassment anytime said brother would do anything a little too like him.

Overall its a pleasant time, your brothers were quite charmed by the Avatar of Pride, and it makes your pact mark buzz.

Lucifer fights the urge to place his palms over his face and re-contemplate his entire life and every single action he'd ever taken as he watches Adam, your eldest brother, lecture Samuel, the youngest of your elder brothers. The older man is glaring exasperatedly, Samuel hides his hands in his pocket, clearly uninterested. You watch on and feel a sort of deja vu, so does Lucifer. Does he seriously look like that when he gives out lectures? No wonder his brothers are so unruly! You pat his back from where you both sit on the sofa, he glares at you, though there's no bite to it. The second hand embarrassment is very strong.

MAMMON

"WHA- ehem...I-i mean of course ye'd want te intreduce yer b-brothers to the great M-mammon...!"

If Mams has a tail it'd be wagging like a helicopter propeller thingy.

You want HIM to visit your family?!

He's super tempted to go back and buy the engagement ring he'd saw in a jewellery shop window when shopping now!

He had been too nervous at the time....was he moving too fast...?

He's a nervous wreck, all the way there he's muttering things you can't understand in irish (gaeilgeoir mams agenda)

You can pick up the word 'focáil' (fuck) being thrown about a lot.

What de ye mean MC? He IS calm! Calmer than the sea on a stormy day...but thats still sort of calm!

The name Mammon isn't really known to anyone outside of the occult, so he doesn't change it.

"Mammon?" Evan says raising a brow, "What kind of a name is that?"

"He's Irish Evs don't be racist."

"Oh."

The dinner is quite awkward, but in the end, he somehow manages to win over your brothers.

and hey, if Ben gets more donations from people when he streams, Adam gets more costumers for his personal training, and Samuel and Evan get promotions at their jobs, well he didn't mean to! Honest!

Mammon sits at the dinner table with about as much nervousness as a schoolboy waiting outside the principal's office, he answers every question with a stutter, and tries his best to remember his table manners, your brothers are eyeing him suspiciously, until a clang sounds through the small kitchen, you had dropped your fork. Mammon perks up, happy to be 'useful' to you, "I'll get it!" and he practically dives down to get the utensil before washing it off and giving it to you. Your brothers relax slightly, deeming him too whipped for you to truly be a scumbag.

LEVIATHAN

"You want ME to WHAT?!"

bros panicking more than mammon☠️

Are you sure you want a stinky smelly otaku like me to-😰😰😰😰😰

It takes ages to calm him down enough, then he just feels flustered.

This reminds him of an anime with an insanely long name!

When you arrive at your house, he's so fidgety and nervous someone give this man a hug (dont he'll scream)

You introduce him as Levi, no one bats an eye to that one, hooray!

the atmosphere is very awkward until he notices the sticker on Ben's phonecase.

He finds out that your brother is a streamer, MC how could you never tell him?!

its a lot less awkward a lot more nerdy now.

"O-oh well I see where you're coming from, the mechanics and graphics on the game were great, but the lore needed work!" Levi says, stuttering far less than you'd expect him to. Ben nods, "I mean, I just kind of stayed for the boss fights, but yeah the lore was a bit..." He makes a face. Leviathan leans over, eyes sparkling, you admire them freely, normally he'd notice by now and be too flustered to continue talking. "Yeah! It had so much potential! But it just seemed so rushed!" You look around the room, Adam and Evan are conversing amongst eachother quietly, whilst Sam is trying his best to follow the conversation that Levi and Ben are having.

SATAN

"Oh? I'd be honoured..."

He's giddy, you wanted him of all of his brothers to come with you? Take that Lucifer!

This reminds him of when the love interest brings the protagonist to meet their family!

He reads up on the scenes as a sort of revision, though his natural charm is going to win them over anyway...or maybe not...

"Hello my name's Satan." He reaches out to shake Adam's hand.

Adam swallows, "Satan?"

Satan chuckles, having made a rookie mistake in his nervousness, "My parents were...devout satanists...I've had a hard life..."

Samuel pats his shoulders, "Oh you poor thing..."

He's honestly quite the gentleman, your brothers quite like him, despite his 'unfortunate' name.

"So S-satan..." Adam begins, "What was it like growing up with Satanist parents?" Satan sets his for down, "Oh, not as bad as one would think..." he quickly bullshits, "I did grow up in a very gothic style house though.." Your brothers nod, Evan intterupts, "So did you ever sacrifice any cats?" Satan grips his knife tightly, you feel rage bubble up in his pact mark. "No, satanists--atleast sane satanists--don't do that..." "Oh right..." Evan raises his hands in defense, "Just curious." "Oh no you're fine..." He says smoothly.

ASMODEUS

"Oh my Devil!~ I'd love to!"

Posts about it to his devilgram.

He's geniunely honoured, and sososososo excited.

"Hey guys, this is Asmodeus!"

"..Asmodeus?"

"...His parents are french..."

"Poor thing..."

ofc he wins them over, who do you think he is?

Adam loves him now, and Asmo is his goto for relationship advice.

Adam growns, looking at his phone, you give him a knowing look, "Trouble in Paradise?" "I forgot about our anniversary coming up! It's tomorrow!" He looks geniunely stressed. "There's no way I can get a restaurant reservation in time!" He says, stressing about his upcoming anniversary, it was his turn to do something. He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend. Asmo shrugs, "So don't." Adam looks at him incredulously. "Excuse me?" "Don't go to a restaurant...the weather forecast says it'll be nice tomorrow, do a picnic or something." Adam gapes his mouth, breathlessly replying, "Yeah that could work...that could work..." A day later, Adam rings you, the picnic was a success! He demands Asmo's number.

BEELZEBUB

"Oh? Yeah MC I'd love to." :D

He's a little bit nervous, but happy that you asked him to go

Plus there's food involved.

Things that are important to you + you + food? He's in heaven (figuratively, last time he was in heaven he got thrown out, literally thrown)

Overall he's really sweet, has to eat a lot before he gets there so he doesn't accidentally eat one of your brothers.

"Hi I'm Beel."

"Beel?"

"He's Russian Evan, don't be racist." You bullshit, Beel looks at you, then smiles because he's looking at you :D

Your brothers love him, he's such a gentle giant.

Beel smiled happily, "This food is amazing." He says, closed eyed smile. "Thanks!" Evan grinned, "Cooked it myself!" Samuel scoffs, "No you didn't you microwaved it." Evan hits him over the head, "Shut up." He grumbles. Beel smiles again, they remind him so much of his own brothers.

BELPHEGOR

"No."

"What do you mean no?" :(

"I'm not going."

"Please."

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"Still no." He groans, putting his pillow over his face.

"I'll just have to ask Lucifer then..."

He jumps up. "Like fuck you will...c'mon, we have a family dinner to attend."

As per usual he is a bastard.

The waling talking definition of a bastard.

Your brothers hate him at first, but as the night goes on, they find out he's actually kind of funny.

"This is Belphie!"

"Belphie?"

"He's Russian don't be racist." You lie.

"Poor thing."

Belphie glares at you.

Belphie groans into his pillow, finally home, he drags you and pulls you onto the bed. Holding you in a vice like grip. "I'm never doing that again." He says tiredly, using you as a teddy bear to go to sleep. Bastard.

im experimenting with post designs :D

'gaeilgeoir' means irish speaker, i've seen it spelt other ways tho

[thelittleliars]

Hoodie

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1.3K

Summary: Someone stole your favorite hoodie.

AN: I had this cute little idea for an au. So here it is! Natasha in a hoodie is still one of my favorite looks of her.

You had been looking everywhere for your favorite hoodie for over an hour but it seemed like it disappeared from the face of the earth. The last time you saw it was a couple days ago when it laid on your desk. You were sure of it. Nothing but an old nirvana t-shirt and purple hoodie that Kate forgot was on your desk. Continue looking for your hoodie would only waste more time so you decided to visit your best friend who lived a couple blocks away.

You quickly threw on a pair of vans and a jacket, grabbed your keys and left your tiny apartment with frustration. The 10 minute walk to the Avengers Tower helped you calm down but still were super bummed that your favorite hoodie was now gone. At the Tower you had to go through security before getting on the elevator up to the lounge where your best friend Yelena was most likely chilling. Steve and Bucky were the only ones there though. 

"Hey guys!" You greeted them with a friendly smile. "Has any of you two seen Yelena?"

Bucky shook his head, which you expected since he and Yelena barely saw each other anyways. "I'm sorry, Yelena just had gone out with Kate and Peter I believe." Steve told you. You nodded sadly, thinking about if you should call her to meet up with them or not. "Natasha is in her room though." You blushed at the mention of the red head. Cap and Bucky were the only people who knew of your crush on Natasha. They constantly gave you the chance to be closer to her which was super sweet of them. You mumbled a small thanks before making your way towards her room which was a floor below. 

You were so busy with your thoughts that you forgot to knock, you busted right into her room where she was talking to someone or rather something. She talked to her phone, it looked like she was either filming herself or being in a video chat. "Ohh.." You felt the heat of guilt and embarrassment in your face. "I'm so sorry. I should have knocked first." 

She turned her head around when she heard your voice, also starting to smile at the sight of you being in her room. You returned a shy smile back to her, trying hard not to show any signs of the crush you have on her. Natasha waved you in before you could make up your mind to just leave her alone. You quickly closed the door behind you before you rushed to her side. Then you finally saw what she was doing, filming something on some app you don't recognize. "Is that TikTok?"

Natasha snorted, "It's actually Instagram."  The information of her using Instagram was new to you and also kind of surprising. "You should actually know that since you know... you have an account there." 

"Oh honey, just because I have an account doesn't mean I have the app on my phone and use it." The words just came out of you before you could even realize what you were about to say. Nat fully turned her body to you, your eyes immediately took her full form in and that's when you realized that she was wearing your clothes. She was wearing your favorite hoodie, the one you were looking for all this time. How it landed here with her was beyond you. "Like what you see?" She teased you as she caught you starring at her.

"T-that's my hoodie." She looked down her own body, then looking back up into your eyes with slight confusion. "You're wearing my favorite hoodie right now. I was looking for it all day Tasha!" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours." She apologized. "I stole it from Yelena's room thinking it was her's or Kate's."

"Cука!" You muttered to yourself. It made perfect sense that Yelena stole it, she was the last one visiting you in your apartment a day or two days ago. 

Natasha grinned at you, she liked that you cursed her sister in their mother language. "Here let me give it back to you." She took off your hoodie in one swift motion and now stood in front of you in a bra. You were shocked that she was confident and comfortable enough to stand there so exposed. After the shock was over you tried your best not to look at her boobs, so your eyes wandered around her room. When you looked to her desk you saw her and yourself on the phone screen. That was when you realized that it was still recording, you shyly step in front of her phone to cover the camera with your back. "You're still recording." You told her with a hint of uneasiness in your voice. Her eyes suddenly became big. "Oh shit.. Y/N I'm not recording anything, I'm live on Instagram!" The panic was written all over her face. 

"Good thing you don't have many followers to tune in.. right?" You ask her cluelessly. She huffed, she would have loved your innocence about social media if it were for a different situation that didn't include exposing herself half naked to the world. 

"Detka, I'm an Avenger." She stated. You nodded, "Wow! Who would have thought!" The sarcasm and teasing was dripping from you. "So what?" Natasha sighed, she was getting tired of this situation. "Turn around and look at the upper right corner." You did as you were told to do, there in the corner was a tiny viewer count saying 50K and it kept growing by each second. Only then you realized why Natasha reacted the way she did. "How do you end this live thing??" 

Natasha noticed your now new panicked state and found it quite amusing. "You gotta.. uhm.. on the right.. wait let me just.." She stepped behind you and pressed her body into yours, hiding her half exposed body from the world. You felt her arms brushing against each side of your body, trying to navigate her way to end the livestream. With every movement she made you felt her boobs, that were pressed against your back, even more. Warmth spread through your whole body and you start to panic since you couldn't control yourself anymore. Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid. You constantly told yourself. 

Both of you sighed in relief when you saw that the livestream had ended. She leaned her forehead against your shoulder for a second before taking a step back and turning you around by your waist. "You could have returned my hoodie later." Natasha continued to stare at your face, only meeting your gaze from time to time. "How come you forgot that you were live?"

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, her gaze returned to yours, her green eyes looked into your y/e/c ones softly. "I got distracted." Nat admitted. You raised your left eyebrow, not getting what would distracted her that much. "By what?" "You." Your breath got caught in your throat. "M-me?"

She gave you a small shy smile and nodded. "Yes, you." Your heart beat so fast that you could heart it in your ears. It was also a reason why you could not stop stuttering. "W-w-why?" 

"Is that not obvious?" She teased you before her whole aura got serious. "You always looks so cute and you talking russian just made things worse." Holy motherfucker... NATASHA ROMANOFF FINDS ME CUTE. The two of you stood there with blushing cheeks looking all awkward and like two idiots who didn't know how to make a first step.

"I honestly don't know what to say." 

She took your hands into hers, holding them softly in between your bodies, squeezing them a bit because of her nervousness. "Would you go on a date with me?" You felt your voice slip away so you just nodded and smiled at her widely. 

[impybutt]

Sezak had never seen a leather jacket before. What cause would someone ever have to wear another's skin? It struck him as alarming, to say the least.

Exposure risk wasn't something he or many others ever considered: His people were designed for efficiency, just like the rest of the spacefaring races. Or, that's what he assumed. It's common knowledge, isn't it?

Genome mapping is just the norm, and entire civilisations have been curated from raw materials, Sezak's included. It's far more energy and resource efficient than terraforming, in any case. That's what it takes to reach the stars: curated efficiency.

No one ever did it just by trial-and-error, did they?

But here was Suri, a Human, wearing the skin of... what did she call it? Some other kind of mammal, he forgot the name. Something absurdly simple. Anyway, apparently this is just normal for Humans!

"But why?" Sezak asked, incredulous. "What's the point?"

"Well, these days thanks to climate control and artificial atmosphere, it's mostly a style thing. But you know, early humans back on earth, why would you just leave a perfectly good skin to rot when you could wear it for protection?"

"Protection from what!? Under what circumstance are you finding an unused skin?? Wait-- is this another religious thing? I've heard that Humans have a lot of those, and they don't always make sense from the outside."

Suri looked confused (or constipated? Human faces are deceptively complex, it takes a long time to learn how to read them), and seemed to be studying Sezak for a moment. Her eyes darted over his synthetic clothing briefly, with its cultural flairs and decorative adornments, all carrying the signature texture of replicated matter.

Then, with sudden clarity, "Oh! Humans weren't curated, mostly we're organic."

Well, that's just absurd.

Sezak muffled his involuntary 'kek-kek' with a quick apology, covering his mandibles.

"Pardon me, that means your entire lineage came from raw evolution. That takes billions of years, I find it very unlikely."

"Yeah," Suri was nonplussed. "The leather is a throwback to when our ancestors had to survive in the wild. We hunted our meat, then used what was left for tools and clothing. It's actually a pretty proud part of our history; Earth was habitable, but definitely not easy."

Now it was Sezak's turn to look constipated, which never happened because his people weren't curated with such a terrible design flaw.

"So humans just bumbled their way into space on their own, like a larva figuring out how to fly? All... clumsy and inelegant, and... Messy? Without any outside help? Without any climate-matching!? Is that why you have those absurd suits!?"

"Yeah, it's also why our bodies just malfunction in weird ways for no obvious reason," Suri looked a little too amused at Sezak's undisguised horror - not that Humans are essentially raw nebula mobilised by a star's age of convenient mutations, but that they exist in such a state of volatility with no apparent qualms about it.

"Oh great wells," Sezak breathed, reeling from his new perspective. "So many of you wear leather. Hold on, is that why Vikram is always visiting the health centre?"

Suri's eyes crinkled, and she bared her teeth -- in a laugh, okay. Sezak recognised the 'kek-kek' noise humans make in thrill, though theirs is a more glottal 'hach-hach'.

"Yes, Vikram has auto-immune issues. Which means that sometimes, his immune system will attack his own body depending on the irritant. Or weather. Or his cortisol levels."

Sezak stared at Suri for a long time, trying to figure out if she was pranking him.

"I think I have a lot of reading to do," he muttered, incredulous.

"Start with the human eye, it's an absolute mess. Do you know how little it takes to detach a human retina?"

"WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS"

[angelbitezzz]

Now where in the hell did she go?

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

[thebearme]

OH WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ALSO ASK BTW IF YOU HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ON CAMERON OR GWEN

Imma just gonna start with Cam first, and let me just tell you Cameron I projected the most on because even after my "ihatehim no ilovehim" phase so idk maybe some of this could be out of character srry.

I imagine Cameron is south African, particularly Zimbabwean.

His a walking nerd emoji.

The only pass time Cam had was to draw bugs. So he's REALLY GOOD at drawing bugs. Only bugs. Everything else looks like it's from the diary of a wimpy kid.

Cam not that keen of physical touch but slowly getting used to it cuz of Mike. Mike also trying to remember that everyone is open on surprise hugs.

Idk why but with Zoey and Cam's relationship I just think of Carly and Freddie but without the crush.

Gwen and Cam would have art trades together.

Cam got the dryess hands in existence because of the amount of hand sanitizer he uses. OCD GAND RISE UP!

Im saying this now but Cam and B would TOTALLY VIBE TOGETHER!! i just don't know their intentions are yet so dont ask..

Lightning and Cam would have hangout if not for the cheating thing.

Duncan once asked Cam if he can draw a mural of his pet spider Scruffy.

Sam would take it as his personal duty to teach Cam in the way of being a gamer. By teaching him the Zelda timeline and the lore of FNAF. May god rest Cam soul after that.

Cam doesn't not do well with the more active people in Mike's system like Svetlana and Manitoba. They try to be gentle with him but they just don't know their strengths and Manitoba canonically eats dirt so there's only so much they can hangout.

Vito doesn't vibe with nerds but he does occasional try to back him up if he's getting bullied. ONLY if Vito himself isn't bullying Cam.

Cameron actually has the best relationship with Chester. He loves hearing history and old facts and Chester loves the excuse to chat someone's ears off.

Mal and Cam have more of a neutral relationship with each other but I can definitely see Mal thinking his just some weakling nerd until Cam shows him he knows how to make the Demon core.

Cam and Mike started a hate Scott club. Although Cam feels alil bad about, he tends to be reminded of why they started this club every time they go back to their cabin.

Cam once witnessed Scott use the bathroom without washing his hands. And never liked him since.

There was one time between season, Mike, Cam and Zoey were going on a little road trip. Z & M both ask what song should they play next? Cam said he doesn't know any songs so maybe just play the Ice cream truck theme. And that's when they find out HOW sheltered this boy is.

I would get into the nitty gritty but Cam's mom is NOT a good mom. Zoey and Mike have beef with her (Zoey trys to have the benefit of the doubt and said she just too over protective while Mike legit DONT like her.)

They both make sure that Cam gets as much outside time as possible and learn to have a life outside of his house.

When Cam goes to college is going aboard as an entomologist.

When Cameron first came on TD he didn't know what to wear because obviously he's never been outside so it a mixture of hot and cold clothes. Bro don't know fashion but it's his outfit changes in All Stars.

He's wearing a puffer jacket because it reminds him of a sleeping bag and makes him cozy + it has a cooling system inside thanks to B.

[prettiestgirlinthemorgu3]

Before you read this, I will previously apologise for any mistakes, english isn't my first language, any grammar correction you have will be welcome!

All credits to: @not-with-you-but-of-you

— Literati AU • Rory Gilmore has finally graduated from Harvard and is one step closer to becoming the next Christiane Amanpour, but challenges arise as she has to work alongside reporter Jess Mariano. In this universe, everything goes according to her original plans. Also, because of that, she never meets Logan, and she does break up with Dean when she goes to Harvard (like he thought it would happen).

Enjoy!

Nostalgia is orange

The bag on my shoulder would be almost heavy if it weren't for my excitement, finally, after years of daydreaming and studying until my head ache, I walk through the doors of the building that will make my biggest dream come true: becoming the next Christiane Amanpour. I feel like I'm in a fever dream, one of those you wish you never woke up from because it's so magical; I can smell black coffee and half-smoked cigarettes as I walk through the doors of CNN headquarters, the same doors my inspiring muse also walked through.

The only difference between the two of us at this moment is that it's not my first time entering here, but it's an equally symbolic and important moment, as I'm going to get my first scoop. My first mission, however, is to make sure no one notices that I'm 20 whole minutes late as I enter the elevator, I feel anxiety consume my chest at the same time as the floor numbers go up.

My shoes echoing on the cold floor in the frantic rhythm of my steps after I leave the space already visually cramped for me, finally at my desk, amidst the familiar mix of old books, papers to hand in and drafts of important articles, essential articles to keep my spot which I must never miss, under any circumstances. And then I see it approaching, the fuse of my career, my most precious possession, which comes in the form of a small piece of paper in the hands of my boss.

I can feel the greatness of that piece of paper, something immeasurable, so magnificent and...

"Miss Gilmore, you will be required to work with a partner on this first scoop. I apologize for not making you aware of this earlier, but now you will have to adapt to this information and team up with him to produce the article. Once successful, you will be able to begin working alone and prove your individual worth. Your partner is expected to arrive at 9:30." My boss's baritone voice rings out, shattering every expectation I had for my day, as if everything I had planned fell into disarray, useless. Now I would have a reporting partner, great.

"Oh, I almost forgot, his name is Jess Mariano. Good luck to you both and I hope you make an article worth the scoop." The older man leaves the paper on my desk, but I don't register the words written on it, my mind is occupied by something else. That name evokes emotions that had long been buried deep in my mind, now it awakens in me things I haven't felt since college, a mixture of longing and nostalgia, a bittersweet feeling in the back of my throat. This feeling tastes like afternoons at Luke's diner, books with margins full of notes, comments on songs and albums, strong coffees and exchanges of sarcastic comments, it's like I'm reliving a life long ago...

And when I least expect it, my wave of memories is interrupted by a familiar voice and then a familiar figure, who appears in my field of vision dressed in a slightly weathered black jacket, probably made of synthetic leather, dark wash blue pants, a charcoal gray sweater and old Doc Martens. My eyes are reluctant to meet his face, a little older, but the same face I met in Stars Hollow years ago, the same face that I used to find annoyingly charming as well as annoyingly punchable, the same dark eyes I used to find so full of hidden secrets and playfullness.

"Rory... Hi, long time no see." The same voice from the last time I saw him, the same voice that used to pick on the books I read with the same intensity that shared the same opinions. He smiled, and my voice caught, I froze and then finally parted my lips to say something, anything.

"Jess! It's really been a long time, hasn't it? Almost a lifetime." I let out an awkward chuckle, my mind too frantic to produce any other coherent thoughts at the moment.

He notices how speechless I am, or at least how incapable I am of saying anything substantial at that moment, so he decides to bring up the conversation, approaching my desk in one fluid motion, taking the scoop paper between his fingers and reading it absentmindedly, "So, how was Harvard? Was it really like you dreamed of?" He showed off that little smug smile of his, maybe I had missed it.

"It really was! All those classes and everything else were amazin' experiences, it really satisfied my expectations, Harvard is as magnificent as I thought it would be. All the things I learned there were the challenge I needed to finally graduate and start working."

For a second his eyes seemed to sparkle, then he turned back to the paper. "That's good to hear." He cleared his throat. "Well, then it seems we have to write, together, an article about Barack Obama's performance in the presidency, with popular opinions from different walks of life, experts and mainly the real statistics, the facts. It seems we have a lot of work to do, huh?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow and prostrating himself in the chair next to me, coming face to face with me.

"Okay, so let's start by making it easy, what's your opinion of his government, Jess?" I asked, posing like a serious journalist, pen and notebook in hand, even though my sarcastic tone of voice said otherwise.

"My opinion? His government was like all the others, he didn't fight for people of color in his government, which was the opposite of what people thought would happen by electing a black person to the presidency of the largest and most influential world power. It was kind of disappointing." He shrugged, spinning in the rolling chair, his head facing the ceiling. Her opinions remained the same, not that she saw a problem with that, as she agreed with most of them.

"Let's start asking people their opinions today." I bit the cap of my ballpoint pen, the ideas for the article were starting to flow and come to life in my mind, running wild in a frenzy.

"Looks like you're excited to finally get your first scoop, Gilmore?" He smiled, and I took that as a yes to my proposal.

"Do you know what was better than that lady's answer?" I couldn't stop laughing, it was the end of the day and we were carrying a bag of sweet rolls and two cups of coffee each, the interviews had been a success, a wide variety of opinions and enough material for a complete basis for the article.

"Your happiness and passion for interviewing people?" He commented between sips of coffee, in such a genuine way that I couldn't help but smile, my cheeks burning and a warm feeling fluttering in my chest.

"Ah-Hmmm..." I couldn't look at anything other than my caramel pumps, trying to control the wave of emotions that threatened to bloom inside me, it was as if I had never gotten over that stupid crush from when I lived in Stars Hollow. That's when I felt a warm hand on my face and a peck on my lips, a smile opened on my lips and reflected on his.

"I missed you, Gilmore."

—

Our article was a success, although it was sometimes difficult to work with Jess and his antics, his writing made up for it all, he was a phenomenal author and a great journalist to work with.

I can finally work on my own scoop, which will make me miss the brunette and his cynical comments .

That kiss was truly something magical, because the next day I not only woke up bubbling with ideas, but I also woke up in the best mood to start the article. Maybe I'll keep in touch with him.

Currently I find his face more annoyingly charming than annoyingly punchable, that opinion may change depending on what happens next.

I think I could have done better, reading it again makes me think me writing really sucks right now, its so plane, probably I will re-write this sometime. But I'm really out of creativity for emotional and complicated scenarios, this is a short alternative and open to several sequels and in-betweens. Due to school, I've been lacking motivation to write and seeing this AU inspired me to write something. Leave your feedback in the comments, I really love receiving them.

Xo, take care of yourself and have a great day/afternoon/night

@writing-n-memes since you asked if there is a work about it

[countrymusiclover]

14 - Best Birthday Gift

Part 15

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

Pushing open the bedroom door in our apartment I smiled brightly seeing that my husband was still peacefully asleep in our bed. He was doing his best to earn more money since Dale was getting tired of running his shop. I could tell that he was interested in opening up a tire shop since he was looking to work for Mandy’s dad. “Georgie, I have a surprise for you. Wake up sleepy head. I made some waffles.”

“Oh hey babe…you didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed.” He rolled over onto his side so he was facing me. His hair was a mess more than its usual curly mess and he still had his sleepy morning voice.

Sitting the tray down on the bed he scooted over where we could both sit on the bed. “Well I think that my husband and father to my two beautiful children should be treated well on his birthday. Especially when he is turning eighteen years old. That is a big deal.”

“Oh man I totally forgot. You are the best Y/n.” He sat upright starting to quickly dive into eating the waffles and bacon. Laying my head against his shoulder I smiled watching him for a few minutes. I would be turning eighteen in two months so then we would both be adults.

He turned his head holding out the fork feeding me a piece of waffle talking with his mouth full of food. “So what are we gonna do today. Movies or something?”

“I was thinking dinner at the Mexican place. I convinced Meemaw to make you some of your favorite foods for tomorrow night and let the kids help her make it. But tonight I want it to just be us.” I explained leaning forward pressing my lips onto his.

He moved his freehand up to rest against my cheek drawing me in closer to kiss him. He smiled, breaking it when we heard some tiny feet running towards our bedroom. “That sounds perfect, darlin’.”

“Hi daddy!” Aurora and Evelyn both giggled running inside climbing up onto the bed. The pair tackled their father in hugs and kisses almost every morning but this time they were longer since I said it was his birthday.

He made them both giggle and cackle their heads off when he tickled the crap out of them singing a song that he was taught as a child. “The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of the Texas. The prairie sky is wide and hot deep in the heart of Texas…remember always four claps never three.” I smiled knowing that no matter how old they are we could never stay mad at them. Our girls would be our whole world.

“What exactly were you two thinking. Stealing the truck and driving through downtown!” I raised my voice at our two daughters sitting in the lobby chairs of where the guys worked at.

Aurora raised her hand trying to say something but she had nothing. “Mom I, we just wanted to see Uncle Sheldon and Aunt Amy.”

“So you didn’t think to wake us and up ask could we take you!” I shouted at her.

Evelyn jumped backwards in her chair whimpering at my raised tone. I never ever really yelled at them until right now. “You guys were too busy with the new baby…”

Georgie turned his head in our direction. He was leaning his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest frustrated with them. “Well that doesn’t excuse what you two did. You two aren’t allowed to watch tv for two weeks when we get back home and no random trips to Dairy Queen either. You both understand that?”

“I’ll ride back with Penny and Montana. I think it’s better if you have them with you.” Spinning around on my feet I crossed my arms over my chest. He nodded, staring down at me, handing me my jacket that I had thrown off terrified that they were injured when we first came inside.

Penny came inside from one of the doors waving to us when she walked up. “Hey, I can follow you guys home. You know, keep an eye on them if you want. That way you two aren’t worried about little Montana.”

“Uh thanks Penny. That’s great.” I responded following her outside watching our daughters climb in the backseat of her car. Georgie and I went to his truck with me carrying Montana in my arms. Shutting the passenger door with my right hand I cradled my son in my arm’s just watching him sleep like his daddy until what Eve said came back to my mind. “Do you think that Eve was right…that we are focusing too much on this little guy?”

Georgie sent me a look having one hand on the steering wheel. “In his defense he ain’t even one year old yet. So they have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think about it. Remember when growing up with Sheldon you and Missy always felt left out or ignored. I don’t want anything like that to happen to our girls.” Glancing in his direction we stopped at a red light where he rested his freehand to my cheek being able to tell it was worrying me.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. They are old enough to know that we have to give him extra attention right now since he is a baby. We won’t do what my parents did to them. I promise.” He vowed simply before we made the rest of the drive back to our place. The girls were sent off to their room leaving us alone laying in our bedroom watching Montana sleep in the crib.

Laying my head on Georgie’s chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Even though I am angry at them I can’t stay mad at them forever. Honestly we couldn’t even make it an hour without them on your birthday once.”

“You’re right about that, darlin’. He replied, kissing me gently where I ran one hand through his curly hair remembering his eighteenth birthday.

We entered the restaurant where I was wearing a dark green dress and a Jean jacket thrown over it. I had some ankle brown boots on it. Georgie had on some jeans with a red shirt and we had Connie watching the kids for us. “You really didn’t have to take me out tonight. Especially since we are having dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“Georgie, don’t worry. You deserve to have some fun on your birthday. You only turn eighteen once in your life so let me treat you.” I shrug my shoulders, forking some of his chimechonga since we decided to split just one.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth pointing the fork end at me. “It is weird though by this point Eve would have been starting a food fight.”

“Oh right. Remember the time when Aurora decided to stick the cheese sticks in her mouth and pretended to be a walrus. I almost spit out my food that night.”

Georgie snorted, picturing the memory. “The victory dances that they would do when they managed to beat us at bowling when they can use the bumpers…huh crap Y/n. I think we have to head home.”

“You’re missing them too don’t you?” He nodded to my question where I grabbed my coat following him toward the door throwing some money down on the table. He pushed open the door to Meemaw’s house seeing that the girls were passed out under some blankets on the couch meaning that his meemaw was asleep in her own room.

He leaned his elbows on the back of the couch smiling down at the little angels. “Thank you for taking me out for Mexican. But I just want to stay right here. These two make my birthday great.” He kissed me slowly and I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too and happy birthday.” Laying my head on his shoulder I smiled Intertwining our hands together. “They really are the best thing to ever happen to you and me.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 2

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator

Possum walked through the woods searching for a place to set up his tent for the night. Thing's got a little hairy at the last place he set up so he decided him and his little brother would take shelter on the other side of the woods.

"Zip up your coat baby brother. I don't want you catching a cold." Possum adjusted the coat on his little Opossum and fed him another oyster cracker as they walked. He stepped suddenly when he tripped over a string attached to a bunch of empty cans.

"Uh oh..." Possum put his hands up in the air hoping that whoever had set up this alert system was friendly and not a weed grower with a shotgun.

"Possum?" He looked up an saw Y/n standing with a baseball bat.

"Diner Angel." He smiled at her.

"How did you find me?" She asked lowering the bat and walking towards him.

"Um..I wasn't really looking for anyone...I just kind of go where the wind takes me." Possum explained as she knelt down and helped untangle his legs from the string.

"This is a very high tech set up you have here." He said almost stumbling once he was free.

"I honestly forgot I even put it up. I just like to know when someone is approaching in case I need to take off." She laughed standing back up and smiling at him.

"Are you camping out here?" Possum asked and she waved him over to follow her.

"I've been parked up here since I got here months ago. It's not too far from the water but not close enough to get super cold at night." She explained as he RV came into sight. Possum's eyes lit up.

"Wow that's luxury." He smiled seeing that she already had a fire lit and seemed to have set up a laundry line.

"It's not much but it's home." She felt proud of her RV. She worked really hard to afford it. It was her baby.

"Would it be okay if we camped near by? We won't be too loud or anything." Possum asked but Y/n seemed confused as to who he was talking about.

"Are you traveling with someone?" She asked curiously and Possum spun around to reveal a Opossum sticking out of the back of his travel pack.

"It's just me and my little brother." Y/n's face lit up.

"Possum! He's adorable!" She covered her mouth and noticed his little matching jacket with him.

"Yeah the family resemblance is pretty intense." He smirked pushing his hair back.

"You guys are more than welcome to set up camp here. I was just about to start dinner if you wanted to join me? I don't know how you feel about hot dogs-"

"Love em. I love dogs...and encased meats. Just not dog meat.." Y/n laughed shaking her head at him. She sat by the fire cooking dinner while Possum started setting up his big orange tent. It didn't take him very long considering he had done it so often. He knew this tent was only going to last a few more weeks and he would need to get a new one if he planned to survive on the road for much longer.

Possum plopped down next to Y/n on a log by the fire, little brother in hand as he sat him on a pillow next to him.

"Thanks for letting us hang out. Most of the people we come across out here are...wild." Possum took a hotdog from the plate Y/n offered him and he noticed little crackers and cheese.

"Those are for him!" She swatted Possum's hand. He place the snack plate on the pillow and watched his little brother go to town on it.

"Hey he likes it. Don't be too nice to him or he'll never want to leave." He explained eating the hotdog.

"I think it's sweet you have matching coats." She commented. Possum looked at his coat and then at his little brothers.

"Wow I didn't even notice that. I guess we have the same taste in clothes too." Possum chuckled.

"I never asked, are you from Emerald Triangle?" She asked sipping a drink.

"No I'm just a wayward traveler. I've been thinking about going home soon...I miss my mom...but don't tell her that." Possum put his hand on her knee and she laughed.

"Your secret is safe with me but I'm sure she misses you too." She smiled making Possum blush.

"How long are you sticking around here for? I've been here a while and you've seemed to kind of settled into the chaos of Emerald." He wiped the crumbs off his hands and Y/b shrugged.

"Still saving up a little more cash before passing through. I haven't decided where I want to go next. Any suggestions?" She asked seeing his eyes grow wide with excitement. He ran into his tent and she could hear him going through his bags before emerging with a map and sat directly next to her.

"Where do I start? This place as the best sunrises and this is where all the pretty waterfalls are. Don't go here because everything smells like that weird dried up flowery shit that grandma's keep on coffee tables..." Possum was searching his brain for the word

"Potpourri?" Y/n said confused. Possum snapped his fingers.

"That's it! That shit is awful and the smell gets stuck in your hair." He shivered like the memory made him physically ill.

"Noted. Do not go there." She laughed as Possum spent most of the evening showing her all the places he's been. He had been to way more places than her and she loved hearing his stories. The only thing that stopped him from continuing his story telling was the snores coming from the Opossum next to him.

"He's a terrible bunk mate. Snores like a blender." Possum whispered.

"I'll let you guys get to bed then." She stood up and Possum stood with her.

"Um...we'll be out here if you need anything. J-just give us a shout." He offered a sweet smile and she gave his arm a squeeze.

"Stay warm Possum. Just knock on the window if you need anything." She offered and he nodded sitting back down on the log as the fire was still going. He watched her walk into the RV and shut the door. She had a view of him sitting by the fire from her bedroom window and she couldn't help but stare at him. He was so interesting and despite him seeming impaired most of the time, she could tell that it had become a part of his personality. He still was able to carry conversations and keep her interest even when he started to rattle off about aliens and the government.

She wouldn't mind him sticking close by until she decides to take off out of Emerald Triangle.

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The Prisoner

Suprised I remembered to post? Me fucking too, I completely forgot actually and am doing this from my phone so I will inevitably have to fix formatting from my laptop.

Part 10 (I think) of the DWU, 18+ bc the rest of the series is.

Also, big big thank you to @aalas-f-wings and @elaina-writes-things for beta reading my shit and helping me get this polished for y'all to enjoy!

Zima skated from the castle gates and into the throne room, kneeling before her king.

“Your Highness, Simon has left the kingdom."

“He what?” He raised an eyebrow and sat straighter, shocked at the scout’s report.

“He left the kingdom, Your Majesty,” She trailed off as she finished her sentence, “And I have reason to believe he’s headed to the Flame Kingdom.”

His expression changed from amused confusion to horrified knowing.

His mind began racing.

How dare he be so bold as to defy his orders.

How dare he do something so reckless.

How dare he put himself in harm's way.

How dare he leave me.

How dare he.

He tried to keep his temper level, but the sound of ice cracking betrayed his calm exterior. 

“The old fool went there, against my orders, with no way to protect himself? And you let him?” His tone rose with each word until he was yelling at his own creation. 

Zima involuntarily cringed. He hadn’t yelled at her since the early days of her creation and he stopped when he realized they could feel true human emotion. This wasn’t like him.

“He has a way to protect himself,” She offered the information quietly as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, “I gave him my sword.”

He stared at her, his entire face scrunched in frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back on his throne, slumping at the weight of all the information.

He dismissed the ice scout with a flippant wave, not wanting her to witness his rage.

As soon as the door shut, he screamed in anger and frustration. His hands found their way under his glasses, pressing hard enough on his eyes that he saw stars. His hands dragged downwards, digging his fingers into his cheeks and pulling his mouth into a borderline cartoonish frown.

He pulled his hands away from his face and he balled them into tight fists before relaxing them again. 

Then he took a breath.

The king stood from his throne and readjusted his scabbard. 

He hadn’t flown in nearly a century and it took him a minute to get more than a foot off the ground, but as soon as he was able, he was storming to the Flame Kingdom, a trail of frost-covered trees in his path. 

He had the kingdom in his sights and he did his best to land smoothly, but the heat had already dampened his powers enough that instead of landing, he just dropped from the sky, plummeting face-first into a nearby bush. 

He stood and straightened his suit, brushing the dirt off his jacket and pants. 

Winter walked into the castle with one hand on his sword, but no one stopped him. 

He found his way to her throne room and stood in front of the princess, glaring down at her.

“Where is he?” his voice was cold, making the question sound more like a threat.

“Oh, Winter! I’m so glad you’re finally here! I was beginning to doubt you’d come to get your pet,” She leaned back in her throne, at complete ease. 

“What did you do to him?”

“We’re talking about your diplomat, right? The dead one?” She laughed, “Because he’s dead, I handled him a while ago actually.” 

Winter’s grip tightened on the hilt at his waist.

“You know damn well I’m not talking about Oleander.”

The room seemed to grow colder, but it could have just been the Princess’ imagination

“You do know coming here unannounced with such an,” she waved her hand as she tried to come up with the word, “Aggressive approach is an act of war, right?”

“What did you do to Simon?” He hissed through clenched teeth.  At this point he didn't care about any war that could happen, he didn't even care if he caused another Mushroom War, if it meant saving his partner.

“Oh, Simon? He’s with your little diplomat.” 

Something snapped deep inside his brain.  

She killed his Simon. 

He pulled his sword and charged towards her. 

“Guards,” She sounded bored, “Please handle our unwelcome visitor. Take him down to the dungeon and do with him what you see fit.” 

He was caught by the jacket and yanked backward. 

He attempted to elbow the guard in the ribs but was met with solid armor. 

He scoffed, tossed his sword to his other hand, and pulled himself free from his beloved suit jacket. He faced the unarmed guard and stabbed him through the gut, his sword cutting through the armor like butter. 

The guard dropped to his knees, clutching at the flames pouring out of him.

He turned to the other guard. 

He was larger and had his sword already drawn, but that meant nothing to him.

Winter stalked towards him, sweat already plastering his hair to his forehead. 

The guard laughed and swung his sword down, attempting to end the battle quickly, but Winter blocked the swing easily and began forcing the man’s arm back. 

Winter watched with a sick sense of satisfaction as the man’s blade pierced his own neck. 

He turned his attention back to the princess. 

“You….you need to take me to Simon,” He gestured with his weapon, “And I swear to Glob, you better have been bluffing because I was not when I said I would end you and your people.”

She laughed, her flames growing brighter. 

“I never said he was dead, just that he was with your diplomat,” She rolled her eyes, “You need to listen better.” 

Winter stopped his approach and let her words sink in. He studied her face for any sign she was lying and found nothing.

 He resheathed his sword.

The guard he had stabbed stood and quietly approached him, his sword now drawn.

“He’s alive?” 

The guard raised his sword and the princess tilted her head with a smile, only needing to keep the man distracted a second longer.

“He would've been no used to me dead. You, however? That's your only use.”

The guard brought the hilt down hard, cracking Winter over the head. 

His eyes rolled back and his body went limp. The last thing he was aware of was the taste of copper filling his mouth.

She had won.

“Now, please take him to the dungeon, you’re both a disgrace for letting him beat you, but…points for theatrics. It was rather entertaining to see what he’s capable of.” she sounded almost bored. She had imagined how this scene would play out countless times, but Winter always put up a better fight in her head.

[northernlightalaska]

How they would ask you to prom!

WARNING BAD PICKUP PROM LINES (the gangs lines are in bold!)

WARNING BAD SPELLING WARNING BAD WORDS!

Also I'll do part 2 with the Shepards+ the some of the socs tomorrow

Darry

You were getting ready to cheer for the football game it was about 2 weeks before prom then darry tapped you on the shoulder

"hey y/n"

"hey what's up?"

"wanna tackle prom with me?"

Y/n laughed a tiny bit

"yes dar I will go to prom with you"

"oh thank gosh Oh uh I got you flower by the way! oh and those candies you told me about!"

he was def stressing since he needed it be prefect (sodapop gave him the pick up line)

He spent at least 30 minutes trying to pick out the best flowers

Sodapop

(just image he didn't drop for the plot please 😭)

Him and Steve definitely practiced for hours

"hey uh will you uh"

"dang it soda! get your head in the game she ain't go with you if don't act with bravery!"

"Oh shut your trap Steve you ain't got no date at all"

"hey!"

-⛸-Later-⛸-

"hey Y/n wait up!"

soda walked up to as you were getting ready to get in your car

"oh hey soda whats up?"

Y/n smiled at him and he took a deep breath

"You know since your such a bright star maybe you should light up my night at prom?"

"Oh sure soda! I'd love to go to prom with you!"

Soda flashed his a million dollar smile

"well great! can't wait to see your dress I bet it'll look great on you"

"awe thank you soda! You'll look great too now see ya!"

"yeah,yeah see ya!"

-⛸-Later-⛸-

"Yo dude she said yes!"

"hell yeah man!"

add in high five

Ponyboy

He went to darry to ask for some advice since he didn't know what to do at all

"hey dar.."

"yeah pony whats up?"

"I wanna uh ask out this girl to prom but I don't know how... can you help me..?"

"oh yeahs sure ponyboy I forgot it was prom season"

Darry gave him the run down about flowers,what candies to get and maybe a little extra gift

-⛸-Later-⛸-

You were at the park watching the sunset and ponyboy taped your arm

"hm? oh hey pony oh whats with the flowers?"

"oh uhmm I got these before since I wanted to ask you something.."

"yeah what is it..?"

"I think it'd be a real page turner if we went to prom..?'

"I loved to go to prom with you pony!" *y/n smiled*

"Oh uhm I got you that book you were talking about"

"thank you pony boy I love it"

He was screaming in his pillow because he said the pick up two bit told him and two-bit started to laugh his ass off when he found out pony said the pick up line

Dallas

Now did he have almost all the girls in Tulsa wanting him yeah? but he'd got bored of most of most of them and thought he'd try this prom date thing.. and he wanted to at least do I good so he bought (stole) you a pack of cigarettes and some cd he was pretty sure you liked and wrote on the inside of the cigarette box to ask you (a lot of effort for dally)

-⛸-Later-⛸-

You and him were at a rodeo and he thought he'd get over with and ask you

"Hey Y/n"

"Yeah dal whats up?"

*Dallas handed you pack of cigarettes and the cd*

"oh thanks dal! but it ain't my birthday yet..?"

"just look inside the cig box!"

"Okay man jeez!"

*y/n opened the box and read it*

"Oh uhm Yeah I'd love to go with ya Dallas you ain't pranking me right?"

"No y/n I ain't pranking It was hard work to stea- I mean but that stuff!"

Johnny

he needed to ask ponyboy and Dallas for help since he didn't know what to do

"Guys what do I do..?"

"man do you just want us to beat up then make her say yes?"

"No! Dallas none of you are beating her up!!"

"Well I think You should pick her some flowers and-"

"LAMEEEEE BOOOOO"

-⛸-Later-⛸-

You were laying in the lot waiting for johnny since you two usually hung out at the lot

*johnny hide the flowers he picked in his jean jacket pocket*

"Oh hey johnny thought you got busy"

"nope just lost track of time"

*johnny sat next to y/n*

"so uh you know how proms coming up right?"

"Oh yeah my families super excited for me since I get to go this year"

"So since Proms coming up I was wondering if you could go to the dance with me? and maybe we could go to the movies ro the dinner atfer..?"

*johnny took out the flowers and handed them to you*

"oh.. johnny yes of course! I'd love to go to prom with you! and I'd love to go the dinner after prom we could get some sundaes or something at the dinner!"

Y/n smiled and johnny and so did johnny

Two-Bit

"heyy y/n!"

"Oh hey two whats up"

"Maybe you should not be a meanie and go with this-"

*y/n laughed*

"I wasn't done with the joke yet!"

"sorry sorry I heard you telling it to Dallas earlier and had to laugh at it sorry sorry keep going!"

*loud dramatic two-bit sigh*

"will you go to prom with me?"

"Yes I will two then we can watch mickey after"

"HELL YEAH WHOOOOO"

Steve randle

(guys he didn't drop out your crazy talking)

he was practicing with sodapop and made sure he was going to get everything right

"man I'm so sacred what if she says no? what id she says no!"

"steve she won't say no I mean look at you! you look so tuff man!"

He made ponyboy write you a wrote so he could put in in his toolbox to ask you out to prom

-⛸-Later-⛸-

"hey Y/N uh pass me that wrench!"

"oh sure stevie here ya go!"

"hey can you go in my tool box and uh get me the rag outta their Please?"

"Oh sure I guess"

Y/n opened the tool box and saw the note and read it

_dear y/n please to go prom with me if yes say so if not you never saw this note and you've never saw this! Xo steve!_

"Oh here's the rag steve and yes I will go to prom with you I think theirs a drag race going on the day after and maybe we could go?"

"Oh yeah we should do that!" Later

"YEAHH WOOO SHE SAID YES I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD YEAHHHH!!"

"I KNEW SHE"D SAY YES TO YOU MAN GIVE ME SOME!"

High five!

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Making Pancakes

Sumarry: Its Stella’s 3rd birthday and she wants pancakes so Eddie being the best dad in the world wants to go big for his little star, it should work out right? What could go wrong? 

Trope dad!eddie x mom!reader ; Hellfire mom series  

Warning: like one cuss word, fluff, bad writing, kiss. 

Word count: 1.2k 

30 day challenge: Day 2 Send request <3

It was Stella 3rd birthday. She only had one request for today and that was making pancakes. Pancakes were her favorite food. Eddie suggested that we make it a pancake party with a full-on pancake bar with toppings galore. Even with money tight Eddie always wanted to do something special for his little girl. You decided to make it on Saturday at 9 just in time for the morning cartoons. You told Eddie that you and Stella were going shopping Friday before Hellfire to the store to get everything. All week leading up to the day he begged and begged you to let him miss school on Friday to spend the day with you guys. You stay strong tell him no until Thursday night he got Stella to join in on his pleading it was hard saying no to one pair of puppy dog eye but now two, he even got her to pout her lips. Needless to say, you cave, and Eddie fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you and a huge smile. 

He wasn’t too pleased to be woken up before 8 that morning. “You said that we were going shopping” “Yes, we are” “So why so early” “Because we need to be back in time for hellfire and the fresh strawberries are two towns over now so up” he groaned up eventually got up. Your next mission was Stella before Stella you and Eddie were night owls who love their sleep, so she inherited that trait from both, and it was 10 times worse. You walked her bed and gently woke her up “Baby” “Time to get up” “No” her little voice rang through your ears “Up time baby” “no” “Wakey wakey” “no”  “Come on baby we are going shopping today" silence  “ok tay” she got out of bed "there’s my baby oh crazy hair” her curls were everywhere you had to push some out her eyes “There’s my girls” Eddie walked in with his hair just as crazy has hers. 

You ate breakfast than started getting ready, Stella is at the age where she wants to just herself today’s outfit was a pink dress, her crown, blue sunglasses, with her black studded boots that Eddie made her, you and Eddie had the same pair of boots, so it was only fitting to get her a pair. Eddie loves matching with his family, so he put on his studded boots and told you to wear yours because we must match in some way. So, with your boots you put on a pair of light wash mom jeans and your Eddie’s Black Sabbath shirt, Eddie wore is usually black pair of jeans, his hellfire shirt, battle vest leather jacket combo and his studded boots. You all hopped in the van and were on your way. It was about a 30-minute drive to the store, and it was huge. “Wow” Stella said “Stay close my star you might get lose in there” Eddie said she clung on to him as you went to grab a cart, he put her in the cart then run to the door to open it “M'lady’s” he said in his DM voice with a bow Stella giggled when you bowed back “Thank you my kind sir” you answered in your best British accent. “Where to first” he asked while slipping his hand into your back pocket “Um let’s go find the pancake mix first” “Rodger that” he Saluted. The baking aisle was number 8. “Ok Stella any special one” he put on her thinking face while tapper her chin “That one” she pointed to a bright pink box mark FLUFFY PANCAKES “Nice choice my star” Eddie said while putting in it in the cart. “To the toppings next” 

After Eddie and Stella convinced you to buy 5 cans of whipped cream, those damn eyes, you were off to home. You order pizza for Hellfire since you didn’t have time to cook. “You invited everyone right” you asked Eddie “Yea um uncle Wayne and um” “You invited the Hellfire boys right” “Yea I think so” “You think so” “Yea maybe” “Maybe” “No. no I didn’t” “Eddie” “I know I know I just forgot” “Well next time I will forget to kiss you goodnight night or-” “How dare you threat me by taking away my kisses” After Hellfire you told the boys sorry for the late notice, they all understood Eddie’s mind but agreed to come.  

You were woken up by Stella jumping on the bed “Up Up its my birthday up up” “Happy Birthday baby” you said bringing her down “We get it it's your birthday, but can’t I sleep” Eddie teased “No daddy” Stella giggled he grabbed her and started tickling her “Happy Birthday brat” After so morning cuddles you got up to start the pancakes. You had everything set up nice and easy for you to start you mixed the dry ingredients first when you remember to put your hair up. When you came out of the bathroom flour was everywhere “What the f-” “She did it” Eddie pointed at Stella “No not me daddy” “What happened I walked out for 2 seconds” “We just wanted to help mommy” “Yea mommy can we please help” Eddie said “Give her the eyes” he whispered to Stella oh he is going to get it “Fine”  

Stella and Eddie’s hair match your up in a bun, “Alrighty lets’ start” you let Stella mixed to dry ingredients as you mixed to wet ingredients. Eddie came behind you to “help you” he rested his chin on your shoulder giving you a kiss “Who let her get so big” he said looking at Stella “I can’t believe it she is three already” “I know” “I want to do it again” he looked at you with a grin “Really” “Yea I-” “daddy help” “We will continue this later” he said kissing your lips. Stella went to pull up the whisk and powder went all over Eddie, she giggled “What's so funny” “you look crazy daddy” “No you do” he said grabbing some of the mixture and putting it on her face “daddy" she gasped throwing some more at him. You couldn’t help but giggle at there little fight, Eddie whipped his head toward you “Oh you want to laugh too” “No” you said in a giggle “get her” Stella said all hell broke lose in the kitchen. Powder everywhere then there was a knocks at the door you look at the time 8:50 “Shit they are here” you looked around no pancakes were done and it was a mess, you open the door to find Uncle Wayne “Hi Uncle Wayne um gives us about five minutes please we had a little accident” he looked at you clothes chuckled then nod “Thank you” you closed the door hearing the Whipped cream can go off, when you walked into the kitchen Eddie and Stella were on the counter and Eddie was pouring whipped cream into their mouth. “Eddie really” “What” “It is so good” Stella added 

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[uglypastels]

Remember that episode where Jackie and Hyde go on a first date?? And he drapes his jacket over her shoulders and they end up kissing under the stars? Maybe you could write something with Hyde!Eddie and Jackie!Reader????

ok so i'm using this as a sequel to my previous request (but i think it can technically be read separately as well. you do you). idk what I'm on when writing these. i had so many ideas its just... anyway haha

warnings: not proofread. cursing. awkwardness. female!Henderson!reader

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A kiss filled with pent-up tension and emotions is how it should have ended, right? That should have sealed the deal; it should have been the beginning of the happily ever after, shouldn’t it? 

That couldn’t have been further from the truth. 

After that kiss in the hallway, things had reached a new maximum of awkwardness between you and Eddie. 

‘You’re still a jerk, Munson,’ you said, and nothing followed. Neither of you said anything. Finally, Eddie dropped his hands, which fell lifelessly to his sides, and he took a step back. So did you, hitting the door. 

‘No need to remind me, sweetheart.’ He might have smirked saying that, but in the dark hallways, in the deep evening of Friday, it was hard for you to tell. So, blindly, you opened the door and made your way home, not looking back and keeping your thoughts as far from Eddie as you could. That second part, though, seemed to be more challenging than expected. 

Never before had you really given Eddie Munson much thought. He was just your brother’s freaky Dungeon Master, the school’s scapegoat. From what Dustin had told you, he seemed nice but then whenever you saw him… what did you actually think? It was hard to think back to any other day. It was as if that kiss had blocked that ability for you. 

On Monday, you had decided it would be the best thing to do to just ignore him. He seemed to have had a similar idea, as you did not see him until Wednesday noon in the cafeteria.

‘Hey, you forgot your lunch again.’ you threw the brown paper bag in front of Dustin, who thanked you over and over. The plan was to give your brother his food and make yourself scarce, but you had made the mistake of looking up. Your eyes immediately locked with Eddie’s. One blink was, luckily, enough to break you out of the trance and without another word, you left. The boys at the table didn’t even wait for you to distance yourself before talking about you. 

‘What’s wrong with your sister?’ One of the Hellfire guys (you never learned their names) asked, but you never got to hear Dustin’s answer, for you were already across the room. 

◈

‘Is everything ok? You’ve been acting strange, and not like your usual strange, but extra strange-y.’ Robin asked as the two of you roamed around in the library for books.

‘Yeah, of course,’ you shrugged, ‘why would you ask?’

‘Uhm, I just explained it.’ She picked up a book and put it back in its place without even reading the title.

‘I’m fine.’ And you meant it, for in the moment, you did actually feel quite alright. It was already a week since the kiss, and nothing had happened. Clearly, whatever had been in the corridor last Friday was a freak accident, and you and Eddie both decided on the healthy mature thing to do– bury it deep and never speak of it, or to each other, ever again. Done. 

And maybe Robin would have believed you if it wasn’t for your annoying little brother running into the library, followed by his friend Mike, and immediately getting shushed by Mrs Corey, the librarian. You could hear Dustin whisper-shout “sorry!” before turning the corner and finding you. 

‘There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.’ 

‘Why? Did you forget your lunch again? Because you’re not getting my sandwiches–’

‘No. no.’ He shook his head. ‘We need a sub for the campaign today. Gareth’s out cold with the flu and we need another player if we ever want to beat–’ 

‘Forget it.’ You didn’t need to hear the rest of it. 

‘Oh c’mon, please.’ Dustin begged, ‘I’ll do the dishes– for the entire week!’

‘After you made my drive out to school last week for nothing because you couldn’t be bothered to let me know you were hitching a ride? Forget it, pipsqueak.’ 

‘I’ll clean your room!’ Dustin was starting to get louder and quickly toned it down.

‘Stay out of my room.’ You threatened. ‘No. I am not setting foot in that room again.’ You made your point.

‘Fine. Fine.’ Dastin backed away and pulled Mike along with him. You were now left with a confused Robin who was trying to put all the puzzle pieces together. 

‘Was it really that bad to drive to school?’ 

‘No, I just– I don’t want to see Eddie right now, let alone play a stupid game for a whole night.’ 

‘I didn’t know things were that between you too. I thought he was just annoying.’ Robin put another unread book back. 

‘Why can’t that be enough?’ 

‘It can be… just not for you. I’ve never seen you dislike anyone without reason. Unless something happened between you two that you are now too ashamed about to even look him in the eye.’ It was typical of Robin to make a crazy assumption that hit the nail right on its head without her even realising it. She laughed at her own absurd theory until she looked over at you and realised you were quiet. More quiet than normal, and looking anywhere but at her. ‘No.’ 

‘What?’ You glanced her way, arms crossed, almost as if you were protecting yourself.

‘No.’ She got louder. ‘Did you and Eddie–’ She was so loud, you had no choice but to quickly slap your hand over her mouth, making her laugh hysterically. Once you released her, Robin asked: ‘What the hell happened between you two?’ 

‘Nothing!’ you hissed, not very convincingly. Just by the way Robin was looking at you, you could tell she was not impressed. With a roll of your eyes, you answered her truthfully this time. ‘He… uhm– Eddie kissed me.’ 

‘Oh my god!’ She was ready to let the entire library know, but shut up at the stern look you gave her. ‘So what does this mean? Do you like him? Why are you ignoring each other?’ 

‘I don’t.’ What was that supposed to answer exactly? ‘I don’t like him. And I’m ignoring him because it’s awkward and I don’t understand…’ 

‘Don’t understand what?’ Robin asked. 

‘Why the hell did he do it?’

‘You’re more hopeless than I am, seriously.’ She sighed, grabbing a random book off the shelf and dividing that one was the right pick. Without another word said, she walked away, leading you to follow behind, trying to figure out what she meant. What did any of it mean? Did you actually like Eddie?

◈

Would have helped to know Eddie was having a very similar conversation a few miles away? With the one and only Steve Harrington? 

He left school almost as soon as he arrived there. Hours later, the skidmarks of his van’s wheels were still on the parking lot in front of the building. And what was the reason for this panic-induced retreat? Well, he saw you walk through those doors. The same ones that the two of you had stood in front of a week prior. He watched you walk inside next to your friend, laughing, and he immediately decided to call it a day. 

Everything in that building just reminded him of how stupid he was. How stupid he was for doing what he did. Why the hell did he kiss you? And it wasn’t like it solved anything, either. 

He spent the next hour driving around town, almost decided to leave it and drive straight to the big city, but turned around when his gas meter was dangerously close to that bright red E. On his way to the gas station, however, he parked in front of Family Videos. Steve worked Fridays, didn’t he? 

‘Shouldn’t you be in English class now?’ Steve asked at the sound of the door opening without even bothering to look up from the magazine he was reading. The store was empty beside the two of them. 

‘We’ll get back to you apparently knowing my school schedule later, Harrington. I fucked up.’ Eddie took a few steps to the counter and sat on top of it, almost knocking down the small display that Steve had just been working on.

‘How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t give out discounts to every pretty chick that comes up to you, it just makes you look cheap and needy—

‘I kissed her.’ Eddie blurted out. Walking in, he had considered trying to play the subtle card, not directly tell Steve about his problem, but if there was someone who could help him, it must be Harrington, wouldn’t it?

‘Excuse me?’ Steve blinked. 

‘I kissed her. Last friday.’

‘And by “her”, you mean–’

‘You know who I mean.’ Eddie sighed. 

‘Well, shit, man.’ Steve chuckled under his breath, closing his magazine and rolling it up. ‘How was it?’ 

‘Fine.’ 

‘Just “fine”?’ Steve raised a brow. ‘Well, how did she react? What did you say?’ 

‘Well,’ Eddie tried to think back to that night without bringing up too many memories, just so as not to trigger a trauma or something. ‘Pretty sure I said “sorry”. She called me a jerk and… we haven’t talked since. More or less.’ 

‘And you’re sure you’re not a virgin?’ 

Eddie punched Steve in the arm. 

‘Ok, sorry. But you like her, right?’ 

‘No?’ For that, Eddie received a smack in the face with the rolled-up magazine. ‘What was that for?!’ 

‘No? You spent months looking out for this girl, witchhunting her boyfriend, then you kiss her and suddenly you have no feelings for her?’

‘It wasn’t months...’ Eddie felt like a little kid trying to win an argument he was too stubborn to admit defeat about. 

‘I say, ask her out.’

‘Did you miss the part where I said we haven’t talked for the past week? I’m pretty sure she hates me.’ Eddie was still rubbing the bridge of his nose, where Steve seemed to have aimed directly. 

‘And I’m pretty sure you’re a chicken. Just go talk to her, man. Ignoring her won’t help you. And het, you either get a date out of it, which is a win, or she kicks you to the curb and you get some closure, which is also a win.’

‘She’ll never agree.’

‘Then you better rent a movie, because this is becoming a real waste of my time.’ 

◈

It had been a long day, but at least an Eddie-free one. Before going home, you quickly passed your locker to get your books and jacket, but to your surprise, you were met with something else. A small, torn, piece of paper fell at your feet. 

In black marker, the words were scratched out messily: Meet me at the bleachers? 

Now, you could only assume, but it felt like he tried to remain anonymous– which was hard when posters covered in his equally unimpressive handwriting were all over the school, promoting either the upcoming battle of the bands show or his own gigs at the hideout. Yeah, you knew it was Eddie, 100%. 

So, why you actually decided to go to the football field was a mystery to you. The team was running drills around, and some students were seated in the audience, not exactly paying attention to the jocks. It was always more of an after-school hang-out spot where people didn’t do their homework after promising themselves to get it done the entire week. 

Eddie was sitting on top of the bleachers. Leaned back on the bench behind him, leather jacket on his lap. As you climbed up the steps, he suddenly straightened his back and waved awkwardly. ‘Hey.’ 

‘I didn’t even know you knew this place existed.’ 

‘Please, I may be a social disgrace, but I’m not an idiot– so this is what they call football, huh?’ He glanced over at the team of boys running around below you. 

‘Why am I here, Munson?’ You thought about sitting down next to him but decided against it for now. 

‘I was just thinking about… last week.’ Great. That was the last thing you hoped he was doing, but you let him continue. ‘And I know I fucked up. Everyone’s noticed that something’s up.’ 

‘Everyone?’ Your throat suddenly felt extremely tight. 

‘So I’ll just say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I’ve acted before, and during and after. And I totally understand if you don’t ever want to see or speak to me again, just don’t stop Dustin from coming to Hellfire–’

‘What?’

‘What?’ He blinked at your sudden outburst of a question. 

‘Is this all about Dustin? You don’t want me to ruin your dumb campaign? Jesus, Munson–’ You were glad that you had not sit down. What a waste of time.

‘No, shit. I’ve been thinking about this for the last hour and— fuck.’ He was visibly getting frustrated now with himself, rubbing his hand all over his face as he let his thoughts sink back down slowly. ‘I just meant, I know that you and Dustin are close, so he would probably listen to you and stop hanging out with us– Hellfire– if you told him to, which would be a shame for him because the little dude’s got skills with the d20 and I think letting him be in a creative environment– what the fuck do I know, I’m not your family therapist–’ he chuckled. So this was meant to be a joke, right? But you weren’t laughing, too confused at everything he was verbally throwing at you. 

‘That is all besides the point, because I… wanted to actually make up for how I’ve been the last few days.’ 

‘How would you do that?’ You inquired, crossing your arms.

‘Let me take you out?’

‘Like on a date?’ 

‘I wanted to say a joke, but if it doesn’t land, I would live up too much to my reputation in this town, which is not what I’m going for right now, so yes… like a date.’ He sighed deeply.

You let him sit there for a moment as you pondered on an answer. His big brown eyes looked up at you expectantly. There was no way anything good could come out of this…

‘Ok.’ You readjusted the strap of your bag. ‘Pick me up at 8.’ 

‘Tonight?’ Eddie called after you as you already started your departure. 

‘Yes tonight.’ You said without turning around. 

◈

Eddie was panicking all the way until the clock struck 8 o’clock, and if only he could say this feeling stopped the second he saw you. His heart was in his throat the whole walk back to his car and inside it and as he started driving. Words just wouldn’t come out. He was sure you expected something, something he for sure did not have. He had no idea what he was doing.  

‘Do you just want to drive around? And then maybe grab something to eat?’ You suggested, saving his life. 

‘Uhm,’ Eddie cleared his throat as he took a turn, ‘sure. Or let’s get something now and then… I know this spot we can hang out.’

‘Yeah, ok.’ You smiled.

Now, Eddie was no asshole, so he was willing to pay for the food. The problem, however, was that his budget was limited, so the only thing he could afford was burgers and milkshakes. But you didn’t seem to mind, thankfully. 

Twenty minutes later, Eddie drove to the woods while you both sipped on your milkshakes, the burgers still warm in the foil packaging until you parked– Eddie’s van, to your great surprise, was surprisingly clean, and the seats would probably be a bitch to get mustard stains out of. 

‘And here we are,’ Eddie stopped the car in a small clearing. The trees towered over you but opened up to reveal a beautiful patch of the night sky. ‘Here,’ he helped you get up on the hood of the car before pulling himself up to sit next to you. The milkshakes were almost gone, but the burgers were still warm and delicious. You both ate in silence, enjoying the atmosphere. 

Once you were done with your burger, you leaned back against the window to look up at the stars. Eddie sat more upfront, slurping the last bits of his milkshake. You were together, yet apart. Enjoying each other’s company individually. 

‘I got coke– soda— in the van, if you want anything else to drink.’ Eddie said, slowly making his way to lie down next to you. 

‘What, no beer?’ You giggled.

‘Well, yeah, that too, obviously. Just didn’t think you’d be the type to drink it.’

‘So what type do I look like?’ 

‘Aren’t you always drinking sodas on parties? But you seem a much more classy kind of girl. Wine and shit, you know.’

‘I don’t think I’ve ever had wine in my life.’ You started laughing more now, and Eddie joined in a little. ‘You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?’

‘No.’ Then both of you burst out laughing. 

A little time went by, the conversation died down, and a shiver tickled over your arm as the trees around you rustled with the wind blowing by. It had been a pretty warm day, but you had not considered how drastically the weather would change by the time the sun would go down.

‘Are you cold?’ Eddie noticed.

‘No, I’m good,’ you tried to curl up, pull your legs up to your chest, to warm yourself up a bit, but Eddie didn’t believe you for a second. Before you could protest again, he pulled his jacket off and put it over your shoulders. ‘Thanks.’ 

He replied with a small nod. 

◈

‘I’m sorry.’ 

‘What for now?’ You had been ready to open the door of the car. The lights were still on in your house, meaning your mom and brother were expecting a detailed description of the whole night, as always, whenever anything remotely interesting happened to any of the three of you. But before you actually opened the door, Eddie had caught you by surprise with those little words. When you looked back at him, he actually looked small, and sad. Which you didn’t understand at all.

‘About the date.’ 

‘I don’t understand.’ 

‘For ruining it–’

‘You didn’t ruin it.’ You reached for his hand on the wheel. ‘Honestly, it was one of the best dates I’ve been on.’

‘We didn’t talk for like an hour.’ He looked embarrassed and as if he had failed or disappointed you in some way, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

‘That’s an exaggeration. And we don’t constantly have to be talking, do we? I really had a great time, Eddie.’ You leaned over and slowly, carefully, kissed him on the cheek. ‘Thank you.’

the end.

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[dancingthesambaa]

The Bubble Has to Pop Eventually

What if Lorelai knocking Molly down left more than leaving her winded? What if it left her with a little more of a serious injury? It was a long drop from a very tall tower after all. Let’s find out shall we?

Naven knew he shouldn’t have let Ms. Blyndeff go to her sister alone, he just knew it. But as much as the girl is kind, she is just as stubborn when she sets her mind on something, even if that something is putting the world on her tiny shoulder so that no one else could shoulder it.

It was too much for a little girl and it wasn’t her responsibility in the first place, but unfortunately, with her family, she was the only one to carry the thankless burden.

She should have never carried the weight.

He should have done more to stop, to persuade her, from trying to talk to her sister. You can only do so much when faced with a brick wall that doesn’t want to tumble, that doesn’t want to listen, but Ms. Blyndeff, oh Ms. Blyndeff, was convinced that she could do it, that she can take that first brick off and have a meaningful conversation with her sister, but life doesn’t work like that and life doesn’t care. And unfortunately, Ms. Blyndeff, the twelve year old child (a child!) understood that more than anyone else. 

And he loathes that.

 But he couldn’t do anything else, sometimes the adults don’t have the answers, so all he could do is comfort the crying child as her older sister (the one who is supposed to care for the younger!) pushed her down the tall tower. And he even couldn’t do that right due to his dreaded pixie form, he could only hold her finger and listen to her quieted hiccups and sniffles. He watched as she made eye contact with him and even a  more apologetic look spread across her face as if she had wronged him.

She could never.

“Sorry,” she apologized when she never needed to. “Sorry,” the poor girl croaked out once more. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll go fix it,” it was at that moment that made the usually soft spoken CEO want to curse out a seventeen year old girl, but he stayed silent as he watched the poor twelve year old stand up…and stumbled.

“Whoa, guess the fall took more out of me,” she muttered as she swayed upon her shaky deer legs.

“Ms. Blyndeff, I think you need to sit down,” Naven flew up and as he drew closer, he noticed that her eyes weren't focused. It almost looked dazed as if she was lost in a hypnotic trance.

“I’m fine, I need to do this,” she urged and attempted to take another step, but faltered and took a knee as a sharp pain raced up her right leg. “Ow!”

“Ms. Blyndeff!”

“Molly!” 

‘Oh right, I forgot he was here,’ thought Molly as she felt Rick, still in lizard form, climb down from her head and crawl onto her shoulder.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she tried to reassure them, but she supposed that it didn’t help as she saw black spots in her vision for a brief second. ‘What’s happening?’

“You need to sit down,” the green pixie tried to persuade her as he put a hand on her other shoulder.

“I’m fine.”

“Tell that to your bleeding head,” Rick tightly said.

“Wha-”

“Pardon me,” Naven quickly flew to the back of her head, and there indeed were blood splotches staining the innocent star accessories as they trickled down her neck.

“I wondered why the room was spinning,” Molly swayed from side to side like a methodical swing set being pushed by the cold winter breeze. Then she gently touched the back of her head and when she brought it back to her face, she felt like she could throw up when she saw red. “Oh, I guess I am bleeding.”

“Lay down,” Naven ordered her as he quickly flew to one of the ivory satin curtains, ones that weren’t made of sweets thankfully, and ripped it off its peppermint hinges. “Keep this on your head and press tightly,” he urged as set the thin curtains on her head. It wasn’t much, but this was the best he could do at the moment that was safe enough, besides Molly's bear jacket, but she needs that to keep back the cold as the bleeding continues.

(And if another part of him knows that her hoodie was a security blanket then that will be kept solely to himself.)

“Okay,” Molly muttered as she loosely held the curtains up to her head with a pained wince, but that wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t, it was merely a placeholder that was subpar compared to actual medical help, but they could only do so much in this desolated spot, so that meant one thing. 

They needed to get help.

“I’ll watch over her,” Naven looked down from his growing panic and saw Rick with a hard look in his reptilian eyes. “You have those wings on your back and can fly almost as fast as me in the water, except this is not water, but air. You go, I can watch over her, I can do that much.”

“Make sure to keep her awake,” Naven resolutely nodded as he floated down to the injured girl's eyesight. “I’ll be right back Ms. Blyndeff, I just need to get someone for assistance.”

“But I’m fine right? It’s just a little bump in the head, Trixie gets those all the time when she falls off the monkey bars to get away during extreme tag,” She softly said as her face was smooshed against the floor. She would adjust it, but it was already too heavy to carry, and when she moved it made her want to puke something she couldn’t. How could she? She hadn’t eaten since yesterday and she’s been using her Epithet a lot.

Naven hesitated for just a brief moment, before gently talking as if not wanting to startle a wounded leopard cub. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you will be more than okay.” And with one last gentle nudge to her forehead, swiping away some of her loose curls, he shot back up and quickly flew off into the hallway.

He had a teenage brat to find.

----------------------------------------------------

Rick Shades was many things, he was the wizard extraordinaire, an epithet user, a former (forced) participant of the Colosseum, and an escapee of said Colosseum, but he was no doctor. If he was, he would have helped his friends in the aftermath of the dreaded death matches instead of watching them bleed out and die for the king's entertainment.

(Sometimes he wished he had a healing Epithet, maybe then he wouldn’t have been chosen to compete in the Colosseum.)

But none of that right now can help Molly, except to try to keep her awake. So instead, he did what he does best. He talked.

He talked about his pet shark and how he loved to play with him by the reefs. He talked about his past, about how his friends back home were always amazed by his epithet and how their bond was. He talked about the colosseum and how they forgot him. He talked about the battles and how he didn’t want to win, but to make sure the friends he made in the death tournament won instead, so they didn’t have to suffer. He talked about his escape and how he felt the disconnect of their strings in the middle of his escape and how he drowned. And he talks about so much more, but he makes Molly talk, he makes sure to keep her engaged, to keep her focused (to keep her alive).

(“Are you sure they're not your friends? Maybe they're just too far from your range?” She whispered as she curled up in a ball and breathed. Breathing and listening was all she could do, it hurt. It hurts. It hurts.

That made Rick fall silent. Does his Epithet have a range? Did his friends not cruelly prank him for his demise?… He can think about that later)

“You know,” he says as he nudges her cheek, making sure to let her know he is still there. “My name isn’t Rick Shades.”

“It isn’t?” She croaked out. 

“No, I don’t like to use it in case I ever fight my friends,” Rick(?) shook his head. 

“Then what is it? I promise we won’t fight,” she weakly held out her blood stained pinky. 

“What are you doing?” He eyed her small pinky with a curious look.

“It’s a pinky promise, one of the strongest kinds of promises there is.”

“Like magic?”

“I like to think it’s like magic.”

A brief moment passed then he scrambled down her arm and wrapped his tail around her pinky. “Then the promise has been made.”

Then unconsciously a small trail of black lighting softly phases through both their bodies and, though not to the naked eye, wraps a small little bow around their souls. 

“I am Toidei Gourami, but my friends called me Odi,” he felt like he could swim to the edges of the ocean when he let that go. Like a heavy shackle had been weighing him down was suddenly unlocked and he was able to gasp for air once more.

“Odi, I-I like that name,” she wetly chuckled. 

“Yeah, so do I,” he choked out the lump in his throat.

“It’s nice to meet you Odi,” the little girl, despite her forced responsibilities and baggage, giggled. 

“It's wonderful to meet me too!” He boisterously laughed before pausing. “Your Epithet Dumb can take away things correct? Will it be able to make the wound disappear?” 

“No, only dumb down the pain. It can’t take away the wound, but it can reduce the pain,” she groggily said with a yawn.

“Better than nothing!” And with that, the lizard gingerly climbed back to her head and a small cackle of black electricity emerged from his body and surrounded her head, then neck, then encompassed her entire body. “You have such an amazing Epithet you know that! It is only fitting that such a courageous figure like yourself can wield such epic magic!”

“It can only dumb things or make it silent,” Molly lightly snorted as she felt the pain ease up. Unfortunately, it was still there, but it just now felt like a jackhammer in her skull than a full on construction crew. But it was during that momentary pause that she felt a strong force bubbling from her throat as she began to viciously cough and it was only when it subsided did both noticed that amongst the floor and clothes were speckles of red that did not belong.

Molly paled as Rick stared, but it was both muted panic. 

--------------------------------------------------

Naven hated these accursed wings and even more this blasted pixie form, he could only fly so fast and it still wasn’t fast enough.

He was just barely making it to a four way intersection of the hallway of this hovel when he spotted a pink-haired gargoyle man with an angered and determined look on his face; he'll have to ask about that later, walking from the outer left hallway.

He almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Murder! Mr. Murder!” His yells caught Giovanni's attention transforming his murder spree look, oh the irony, back into his exuberant and cheerful puppy dog expression.

“Ahoy hoy other judge, I was just about to come back up for the-” he was cut off both by the look of panic on the normally calm hostage/judge's face, but mostly by his next words.

“Ms. Blyndeff is seriously injured.”

What

“What?!” 

“I need your assistance to find the eldest Ms. Blyndeff because I’m not fast enough,” the CEO/speech teacher continued as if he hadn’t dropped a nuclear bomb on the proclaimed villain.

“Bear Trap hurt!” He was still stuck on that thought but managed to push it to the side (not out the forefront of his mind) and replace it with a nod. “Say no more,” he grabs the green pixie and puts him on his head, “I’ll get us to the kitchen fast.” Then he took off as fast as his feet could take him, if he used his wings for an extra speed boost then no one is complaining. They made it just in time to see Lorelai, her wand raised high above her head, as she stood behind an oblivious Trixie and Feenie, both of who were arguing about something in front of a closet.

Naven was already very angered and worried about one of his students, so to see the other two being loomed over by the same person who already harmed his student? He was not having it in the slightest.

“Ms. Blyndeff stand down!” He yelled, flying off the man's head, startling all three girls.

“Naven!” The two little girl pixies cried out as they were stunned to see that Lorelai was behind them, but managed to fly around her and towards the other two adults.

“What are you doing here so early?” The bunny witch nervously chuckled as she hit her wand behind her back. “I wasn’t using magic I was just-”

“Frankly I do not care, Ms. Blyndeff is heavily injured,” Naven cut through his words. 

That made Lorelai's stomach drop as she unconsciously released their magical forms thus turning them all back into humans.

‘Molly hurt?’

“What do you mean she’s injured?!” Trixie yelled in shock. 

“She’s hurt! How did she get hurt?!” Feenie panicked as she rushed over to her teacher.

“We can discuss it later, but for now we have to go-” a fast figure rushed past them as they turned to see Lorelai already running through the halls. The rest of the group wordlessly began to follow her.

----------------------------------------------------

Lori knew where she was going, she created this entire world and there isn’t a single blade of twizzler grass that gets stepped on without her knowing. So of course she knew where Molly was when that rich CEO told her the…news, even without the reflection of the looking glass, she could practically hear the heartbeats of everyone in her hovel. 

But what she wasn’t prepared for was her baby sister curled up in that weirdo dude's lap as she entered the foyer, she didn’t expect to see her bloody and heavily breathing.

She still remembered the smell of the smoke 

She still remembered the feeling of heat

She still remembered hearing her father mourning cry and her sister wail in anguish 

She still remembered the sight of her mom still form as the ambulance took her away

And. Isn’t. This. Familiar?

Lori took a step forward (when did she stop) to her sister but paused as her baby sister was moved away from her. She looked up in fierce anger at whoever dared move her when she saw a deep look in the man who was cradling Molly. She couldn’t quite describe what it was, but it wasn’t the promise of safety for anyone (for her) who dared to come near. 

Rick, who is now back in his human body, had transferred Molly into his lap and curled her head gently up as he held his jacket to the bleeding wound. The young girl tried to stop him at first, but he pointedly told her that she was worth more than a mere jacket. And when he saw that the strange witch's sister tried to come near (after what she did!) his friend, he wasn’t about to let his small friend go anywhere close to her. 

He wasn’t about to let any threats near her, even if he had to show her what a survivor from a death tournament looked like.

The two younger children would have commented on seeing Rick, the exuberant weirdo stranger, getting mad was weird, but they were too focused on their wounded friend.

“Molly!”

“Bear Trap!” Giovanni, who had the longer legs, was the first to arrive next to the downed duo as he kneeled down in front of his littlest minion. “Bear Trap, what happened?”

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

“That’s a lot of blood! What happened?!” 

Molly, who was in a daze, could faintly see her friends and Boss surrounding her, but then she saw who was behind and stilled as she remembered the last words Lori spoke to her before she was dropped down the tower.

If you want me nonviolent, then you better stay quiet

A direct threat to her friends.

She can’t let that happen, she can’t let them get hurt because of her!

She has to fix this.

She has to fix this right now!

“Bear Trap, come on say some-” Giovanni's panicked tone was cut off by a small voice.

“…sry.”

“What was that Molls.” Trixie leaned in.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she stared directly at her sister.

“…what?” Feenie blankly said.

“Why are you apologizing to her!” The pinkette hissed as they glared at the witch who resembled another word very close to it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt them, I’m sorry,” she choked out as it broke free from her throat. “My fault, my fault I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears poured down her face as she pleaded and begged. “I’m sorry!”

“Molly,” Lorelai's voice clogged up her throat. Sure she wanted to apologize for trying to trick her and never playing with her, but not like this. Not like she was afraid of what she would do to her, she would never really hurt her sister. She wouldn’t! 

“…what,” But apparently not everyone got that memo as Trixie glared at the one who put them in this mess in the first place. “What the hell did you do!”

“I-I-”

“I-I nothing you stupid fucking ass! You think an apology will fix this? No wonder Molly hates being home, if it isn’t her shit father forcing her to work, clean, cook, and every other shit like a fucking slave then it’s her sister who thinks it’s funny to try to kill off her sister!

“I didn’t mean to!” She hyperventilated. She didn’t mean to! She didn’t mean to! She just wanted Molly to finally play with her and her alone, she didn’t want this! Not this! Not again!

“Then what do you call this!” They points to their heavily breathing friend as their cousin took out some of the bandages he kept in his man purse and began to bandage her up. 

(“You’ll be just fine Bear Trap,” Giovanni whispered as he methodically wrapped the wound. 

“Don’t worry Boss, I’m fine,” she coughed out as she leaned into his warm hands. It was nice, she had to thank him and Rick, they had really warm hands.

“Yeah,” he choked out as tears threatened to burst from the corner of his eyes. “You will be.”)

“What do you call that?!”

“Take a breath,” Naven puts a hand on her shoulder, “screaming will do no good.” His glare shifts back to the wide eyed teenager. “Can your Epithet fix this?”

“I don’t know, I can try,” she shakily held out her wand and began to chant. “Fix-fix the wound and uhh and-”

“You don’t need a spell,” Feenie's steel voice cut through her words like a hot metal knife through butter. “Hurry up.”

“Right,” she was shaken that she forgot and just flicked her wand as her Epithet washed down on Molly…then nothing. Nothing happened. “It’s not working, why isn’t it working? When someone is hit by my Epithet I can fix it!? Why can’t I fix this?!” She kept flicking her wand over and over again, but still, nothing happened.

“I was afraid of that,” the adult slightly gritted his teeth. “It’s because this isn’t Epithet related, she got this injury when you vanished the ground from beneath her and she fell from the tower with her head smashing into the floor,” Naven said calmly, but it didn’t sound like the sway of a field of flowers, no this sounded more like the soft crunches of autumn leaves as the predator stalks its prey. “Congratulations, it seems you do have what it takes to kill someone.” He went for the throat.

Lorelai choked.

“Unless you wish to save her then get us out of this bubble, so we can take her to the hospital,” he sank his teeth deeper.

No other words needed to be said as the scenery around them vanished and just like that once more, the bunny had lost to the leopard.

Everyone was thrown back due to the abrupt dislodge from the world, but thankfully Giovanni and Rick kept a tight hold on Molly as they tumbled into one of the shelves.

“Molly!” The self proclaimed villain, holding onto her right side, quickly sat up to check and much to his dismay, found that she was unconscious. It would seem that during the transition, Rick accidentally let go of his Epithet. The crashing wave of pain bludgeoned into her all at once and, in some twisted god sense of humor, it knocked out the poor girl, no longer feeling the pain.

“Do you have a healer on hand?” Rick asked someone in the room as he stood up. He willingly let go of his friend, he could tell by the other fellow gingerly holding her that she was in safe hands.

“My chauffeur outside,” Naven quickly said as, once he got off the plastic seat, he held the door open.

“Hold on Molly!” The blonde child whimpered as she and Trixie freed themselves of the giant teddy bear they fell on.

“You survived worse, no way can a fall kill you,” the youngest girl aggravatedly called out as if her words could pierce through the unconsciousness.

“Molly-” Lori began as she reached out, but was cut off by a voice covered in poison.

“You’ve done enough,” Giovanni snarled like a painted dog protecting its pup as he lifted his wounded minion into his arms and, without even giving the teenager another look, he raced out the open door. Not even wasting a second, everyone else followed after with Naven giving her the final word.

“Reality is inevitable to all and it doesn’t care for anyone's opinions or opposition, but people have made do with that and thrived. Your younger sister understands, but neither you nor your father seems to comprehend that. Wake up Ms. Blyndeff, you're no longer in your bubble anymore.”

Then he closed the door, leaving the teen in shocked silence.

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The door was violently pulled open, but the chauffeur didn’t care. She was just glad her boss was finally back.

“Finally! It’s been already-”

“No time, we need to get to the nearest hospital quickly,” Naven cut her off.

“For wha-holy shit!” She then noticed that there were five people in the car than there were supposed to, but one of those people was an unconscious and bloody child. “What the hell happen- You know what tell me later,” she starts the car. “Buckle up!”

The usual fifteen minutes to the hospital took only five. If you ignored the running of red lights, driving on the sidewalk, almost bulldozing through a few people, but no one in the car, not even the goody two shoes, Phoenicia, was complaining.

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“So this ‘IV’ is used to help people with ‘nutrients’ and not just water being put into the blood so that you surface dwellers can float?” 

“One day, I need to visit the ocean country,” Trixie muttered as she and Naven watch Rick inspect the IV pole.

“I concur,” the speech teacher nodded.

“How are you feeling Molly?” Feenie gently asked.

“Just fine now that the room isn’t spinning,” the drowsy, but thankfully healed, child gave a tiny smile to her worried friend. “And thanks for helping me Rick.”

“What are friends for!”

“Yeah thanks for sticking by Molly,” the pinkette hopped from their chair and punched the older man in the arm. “You're pretty alright for a giant weirdo that we thought was dead. Glad you weren’t dead.”

“Thank you! I too am thankful I’m not dead!” He smiled widely. 

“Speaking of dead, where is that buttmunch?” Trixie glanced at the door.

“Didn’t you send him to the cafeteria?” Molly asked, when she had woken up she hadn’t seen him there.

“I had to, else he would have worried and paced the color off the floor,” the girl crossed her arms. She wasn’t wrong though, Giovanni was in a constant state of panic and distress that the loudmouth girl had to send him to get food else he might have woken up Molly, but, and this was only for her, herself, and the privacy of her mind, she wanted to get his mind off of this. During the entire time, her cousin had been unnaturally silent. Gio, her loudmouth cousin who thought it was fun to eat hot grill coal, was silent. That was an oxymoron in itself.

“I hope he’s okay,” she sighed and like a desperate soul looking for a deal, the devil came knocking.

Or in this case, yelling as Giovanni yelled out.

“I got your text! Why didn’t you call me that she was awake!” He scurried into the room with a tray pile of food, pockets of snacks, and a bag full of drinks.

“Dang cuz, did you rob the place?” Trixie said, making Feenie gasp.

“Rob! A hospital?!”

“Take it easy little miss hero, I’m a bad guy, not a bad person,” he rolled his eyes. “I mean what kind of person steals from a hospital?”

“I guess that makes sense?” She tilted her head in confusion, but Giovanni was already rushing past her and to the bed.

“Bear Trap! I’m so glad to see you’re awake!” He smiled as he set down his stuff and was about to ruffle her hair, only to pause at the remembrance of her wound. He instead grabbed her hand, the one which didn’t have the IV in it, and gently squeezed it. “You gave us all a heart stopping scare.”

“Sorry about that Boss, but I’m all good now. The only casualty was my hoodie,” she joked as she squeezed back.

“Don’t worry, pops has a secret cleaning detergent that gets rid of all blood stains,” Trixie pipes up.

“And if you need it sewn back together, I can help with that,” Giovanni saw that one of the ears was torn and he knew that it would devastate her.

“I can get the materials!” Feenie offered with a raised hand.

“And I can watch!” Rick boisterously mimicked the blonde.

“You guys,” Molly sniffed with a watery smile. She didn’t want to see how her hoodie, the one her mom lovingly made, was utterly ruined. She doesn’t know if she could stomach seeing the state it was in. “Thank you.”

Naven smiled at the touching scene before he noticed someone approaching the door. It took him a moment to realize it was the same young man that bought the cards from the toy store.

“Excuse me young man,” the figure turned to him. “Are you here to visit Ms. Blyndeff?”

“Yeah, how’d you-” he fully walked in to see Molly weak and bandaged. “What the hell happened?”

“A crappy sister that’s what,” Trixie couldn’t stop herself from saying before taking a double look. “Wait, who the hell are you?”

“Sylvie!” Molly beamed at seeing her friend, “what are you doing here?”

“Well I came back to the hospital for my check up when I ran into Giovanni and he mentioned that you were here,” he walked closer. “Thanks for leaving me behind.”

“Don’t mention it,” the pinkette man grinned.

“That was sarcasm.”

“I know, but you worded it as a compliment ergo thank you,” he mockingly grinned.

“I can’t stand you,” the therapist sighed before softening his expression towards Molly. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? I tried visiting you today and as I can see now you might have been busy, but the last time I saw you, you were complaining about your sister skipping out on a shift the other day?” Three days after he got out of the hospital he tentatively made his way to the toy shop and was truly met with the sight of Molly multi-tasking by doing taxes, taking stock of the toys, and still managing the store by herself. If she wasn’t twelve, he would have considered that efficient, but she is and he considered that against child labor laws.

“As I mentioned before, the crappy sister did this,” Trixie relaxed as she and Feenie looked toward the new guy. If Molly thought this guy was cool then he was cool with them, she is the best judge of character.

“And CPS has yet to intervene?” He couldn’t help but say.

“You would think,” Naven said under his breath.

“They don’t listen to twelve year olds,” the patient grumbled before happily taking a pudding cup that Giovanni opened for her. “Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it Bear Trap,” he said as he cracked open an Oj bottle.

“Ah, adults' own belief in their arrogance and other liked minds reign supreme to them over the words of those younger and perceived to be naive. I feel you there, I had too many to deal with in my time,” he solemnly nodded. 

“Your time? What are you, some kind of grandpa?” The youngest child snorted, earning a wordless fistbump from her cousin.

“Grandpa?!”

“You visited the shop? Sorry I didn’t see you,” Molly cut in before another argument could break out.

He looked up and down at her before deadpanning. “You are literally the last person to apologize.” 

“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell her,” the blonde furiously agreed.

“Sor-I’ve been trying to break the habit, but you know me. Better to apologize than deal with a bigger fallout,” she weakly chuckled. She has been trying to stand up for herself more, but seeing as her last attempt ended her up here well…

“My offer for that free therapy session still stands,” Sylvie gently told her. He wasn’t kidding, he still owed her for sending in the cow plushie along with a few card games, but more importantly, he wanted to help a friend.

“I can pay for your session,” Naven spoke up. He was going to pay for the hospital fee, but Ms. Fleecity beat him to the punch. He wanted to help out any way he could and he had more money to spend than he could count. Of course, Molly tried to deny them and insist she pay for it, but one look from both her friends made the eldest of the children back down. 

“I’ll…I’ll think about it,” she slowly nodded as everyone began to talk and along the way picked up on another surprise.

“So I presume the friend you were asking for back at the shop was Ms. Blyndeff?” Naven said to Sylvie.

“Yeah…wait now I know why you look so familiar back at the shop! You're the CEO of STEM!” The Epithet user stood up. No wonder why he felt like he knew him, of course he knew him! Everyone who hasn’t lived under a rock knows him.

“Indeed I am,” the man merely smiled as he sipped his tea.

“This is so cool-wait no professional,” he quickly sat back down and leaned back to pretend he wasn’t about to fanboy before another thought occurred to him. “Wait, why were you working at the Toy shop?”

“I was merely helping out as Ms. Blyndeff's older sister was…preoccupied.”

“Which means slacking off,” Trixie spoke up from all three girls plus Giovanni attempting to help Rick navigate around a phone, one of Feenie's many, many collections.

And judging by how Naven didn’t attempt to correct her, the silence said plenty.

“But how does Molly know you?” The boy pressed, still more than confused.

“Oh I’m their speech teacher.”

“What.”

“They asked me to be of assistance and I couldn’t just say no. They are polite young children,” the green haired man smiled as if it was common sense.

“…you know what, with how this month has been shaping out, I’ve heard weirder,” Sylvie just decide to not question the strangeness and accept the fact that this was happening. What he did do instead was pile on question upon question to the man, all of which he seemed happy with answering. 

Though the conversation may have been cut short when Molly let it slip that Sylvie was sheep boy that could create magical sheeps. Let it be known that she has never thought that a higher pitch could be reached when Feenie squealed then full on tackled Sylvie and practically begged him to show her the ‘oh so wonderful and phantasmal cute and cuddly sheep.’

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It was until discharge later that night, thankfully a nurse with an Epithet called Recover managed to heal most of the damages to her body, mostly her skull fracture, that they all remembered a stark problem.

“Yeah, Molly ain’t going back to that house,” Trixie was the first to say it as they all stood in the parking lot. “You're staying with me,” she then took out her phone.

“I don’t want to intrude,” Molly yawned as she hung over Giovanni's back. The nurse may have healed her body, but she could still feel her over usage of her Epithet rebounding on her along with the throbbing pain in the back of her skull.

“You won’t,” Feenie firmly told her as she carried Molly's stuff in a cute pink bag.

“Ain’t hearing it, you can probs stay for a few days without issue, but that’s better than staying at your dump of a place,” the pinkette bulldozed through.

“No worries, I have a plan,” Giovanni said as he snatched up Molly's bag from the blonde hands and adjusted his hold on said child. “Bye!” Then began to run off with both the bag and its owner. He made a promise to her shit father after all that he was gonna take the most precious thing in that toy shop of his. He was a villain of his words and there was no way he was gonna back down, not after all that had happened

A brief moment of silence before someone spoke up.

“Did that just happen?” Asked Sylvie, not believing that Molly was just taken.

“I think it just did,” the lone pinkette blankly nodded before unconsciously picking up their ringing phone. “Ahoy hoy?”

“Hey Short Snack! It is I the great-”

“Giovanni! Bring back Molly right now you frick fracker!” She cut him off before he could continue.

“Hey I don’t frack, even I’m not that evil,” she could hear him whine before her phone got snatched away by Phoenicia.

“RETURN OUR FRIEND AT ONCE YOU BABOON!”

“Hell no!”

“I beg your pardon,” she thinly said before the original owner took back her phone and put it on speaker.

“Why should I? Bear Trap was more than miserable there, she was suffering! She worked her ass off and still hasn't gotten any help from her family, that’s BS. When I saw her deadbeat dad, I told him I was gonna steal the most valuable thing! I even threw a baseballing card at his head, I’m a man of my word!”

“You threw a baseball at my dad?” They heard Molly's groggy voice say, but it wasn’t out of anger.

“You still can’t just kidnap someone! That’s against the law!” The blonde bit back, not wanting to admit that he had a point.

“Well Bear Trap staying at that place would also be against the law now wouldn’t it!”

“He’s not wrong,” Sylvie muttered to himself, but the young girl still heard him.

“Whose side are you on?!”

“And thus, this concludes the first and so far greatest crime of Vincent Murder! Crimesman extraordinaire! MWAHAHAHA!! Also, say hi to Aunt Izzy and Uncle Iggy for me.”

“I won’t,” Trixie grumbled.

“Then say HI to the dial tone! HAHAHAHAHHA!” Was the last thing everyone heard before it was cut off.

“Well I’ll be, he actually did it,” Naven murmured to himself before clapping his hands. “Alright, who would like a ride back?”

“Me! Me!” The two other girls raised their hands as the youngest continued. “Also, can you talk to our parents and help us get out of trouble since we stayed out so late? I really don’t want my mom yelling at me.”

“I’ll be happy too.”

“Sweet, last one to the car, a rotten egg!” The girl dashed off.

“No fair! You had a head start!” Feenie whined as she ran after. Of course the two girls were worried about their missing friend, but they at least have trust Giovanni will watch over her until they get a call back from Molly.

“Oooo is this a game? Let me join, I too shall not be a rotten egg!” Rick yelled out as he followed close behind.

“You're not worried about him just taking Molly?” Sylvie, playing devil's advocate, asked as both he and Naven slowly made their way to the car.

“I have faith that Mr. Murder will take good care of Ms. Blyndeff,” a proclaimed villain he may be, but there is no doubt that he wasn’t an older brother to her since he first saw the two interact. Even when he was held ‘hostage’ Mr. Murder would always talk very animatedly about his minions, which included Ms. Blyndeff as well. Anyone with an open eye could clearly see he cared and loved for each of them. “I know you do too.”

“What kind of fake last name is Murder anyways,” the therapist said in lieu of an answer as the two continued the walk in silence.

And you know what? They were right as when the morning came in the Crusher household, there were Molly crying tears of sorrow and joy as she ate cinnamon apple raisin waffles as Giovanni and Crusher both comforted her.

She was gonna be just fine.