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Eternal Friendship Bracelet

A handmade bracelet made by weaving several threads together. They say that if you create one once, you can never cut it again.

"Ahh...! Aww, this is so nice... the machine couldn't had given me a more perfect gift to give you. I don't think we should ever have to worry about cutting it, since... we'll always be friends forever, right? Can I... put it on you?"

If so, Shuichi would proceed to place the bracelet around Kaede's wrist. His smile softens once he's finished putting it on her, at how nice it looks on her... "Yes... it's perfect on you. If I ever get lucky enough someday, maybe the machine will produce another one for myself! Then we'll have matching friendship bracelets, e-eheh. To further emphasize how, for now and forever: we're inseparable friends, Akamat......K......Kaede-san...."

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A Bike´s Roar - Benny Cross

summary: you've always been told that men couldn't love or care. benny proved you wrong.

Another day, another fight between your parents. Your father had given your mom the silent treatment for weeks and the first words he decided to speak were no words of forgiveness. Your mom deserved all the love and care in the world, so why couldn't he give that to her? Unfortunately, having grown up in that toxic household, your view of men changed drastically.

No man really cared. No man could love. No man could be a good man.

Not that you were in anybody's interest, but even just meeting someone's gaze would send you to a panic. Memories of your father yelling at your mother. Memories of your father degrading and belittling you. You just couldn't let yourself fall into that trap. A trap you couldn't get out of.

But there was a man that seemed to have found the way to your caged heart. Your Benny had the key for it. It all started with Kathy, who invited you to a meeting you knew nothing about — you later found out that it was a bikers get together, which you certainly didn't hate. You didn't hate it because that was the day you met Benny Cross. Easily the most beautiful man you had laid eyes on.

The crucial difference between Benny and any other man was that there were no flashbacks or alarm signals sent to your head. You felt at peace. You were absolutely fine with just stealing glances from a distance. But he caught your gaze and he couldn't let go anymore.

So he cleared his throat and patted his hands on his jeans, hands feeling unusually clammy. He looked over at you and noticed that your gaze had shifted to your friends. With confident strides, Benny made his way to you, making you look up from your fizzy drink. Kathy bit her cheek, hiding a smile and nodding at her other friend.

"I'm Benny.", he said and you felt a strange warmth stain your already rosy cheeks. His kind eyes couldn't give you a moment to overthink anything — no what ifs.

There was no overthinking even when his lips fell on yours or when your clothes landed on the floor of his small apartment. His hand brushing your long locks as your head rested on his warm chest, the skin to skin contact feeling incomparable to anything you had ever felt before. That was the peace you had been looking for your entire life. And you found that with him.

You flinched at the sound of a plate breaking and the following distasteful words that fell from your father's mouth. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned the volume of your record player a little higher, just enough that the voices would feel faint and distant. Your eyes shut as there was no way you could concentrate on your book again.

But there was a noise that an Elvis tune could not fade away - a bike's roar. You knew exactly who it belonged to for you spent many moons in the back of it with your Benny. You felt something heavy place in your chest, a sensation you had never felt before. A sensation that urged you to pack a small backpack and climb out of your window.

That was exactly what you did. You were seeking freedom. The person waiting for you outside had been seeking freedom all his life. So why not do it together?

You huffed as you jumped off the pipe, your hands automatically wiping the dirt off your pants. A chuckle made you look up and an instant smile made its way on your face.

"You laughin' at me now?", you asked, approaching him.

Benny shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. "You know I would never, baby.", he stood up once you were standing in front of him, his large hands finding home on your hips. "Hi, baby."

"Hi.", you pecked his lips and offered him a small smile, which he reciprocated, but his eyes wandered to your house. "Thank you for comin' here. How'd you know?", you adjusted his collar and lolled your head to the side.

He threw the cigarette down and stomped on it. "Had a feelin' my girl needed me.", Benny's face moved closer to yours, catching a glimpse of the straps on your shoulders. "You packed a bag?"

You nodded, sighing. "Need some time away. If that's okay with you.", right as you spoke, another yell coming from your house filled the air. Benny's eyes moved in that direction and then back at you. You looked tired. Tired of being disappointed. Tired of not being appreciated. Tired of not being loved. 

"Couple days with my girl... Feels like I've won the lottery.", he said to make you smile and stamped a big kiss to your cheek. "Let's go, baby."

Once you hopped on that bike, you knew that there was no going back. Seeking freedom with your soulmate and the familiar sound of a bike's roar.

A/N: living in tough times so had to write it out. hope you enjoyed & let me know if you'd like something more specific xx

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Letting Someone Go - Part 5 (The End!)

Benny Cross X Female Reader part 1 is here! part 2 is here! part 3 is here! part 4 is here! A/n: ahhh it's always so hard to write a satisfying ending. i rlly hope you enjoy it, and i want to thank everyone for reading this series!! i am officially taking Bikeriders requests, so if this story got your mind thinking about what other Benny/Vandals boys content you'd like, feel free to send it my way! Word Count: 3683 Warnings: none for this chapter

You woke up the next morning with a split lip, a black eye, and a hangover. Before even opening your eyes, you knew you were back at Zipco’s house based on the strong Patchouli-incense-over-bourbon smell. Not on the lumpy couch though - you were in his bed. You opened one eye and instantly regretted it: the world started to spin and you barely managed to grab at the wastebasket someone had left by the bedside before you emptied your stomach. You wretched until there was nothing left to come up, just bile and bloody spit. Unwilling to test your vertigo by standing up and walking down the hall to the bathroom, you called out for Zipco in a watery-thin rasp.

“Zip?” 

Silence. It seemed like the house was empty. Zipco was many things, but a quiet housemate was not among them. Wherever he went, he was slamming doors, knocking furniture, thumping on the rickety floorboards. 

“Zip ain’t here.”

The voice startled you and you whipped your head around - another immediate regret, as it renewed your nausea. Benny was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, smoking a cigarette and watching you closely. He must have slept here, you realized, as you took in the wrinkled tshirt stained with your mascara and blood and his mussed hair. 

“Where’s Zip?” you groaned, shutting your eyes in a vain attempt to stop the spinning. 

Benny stood up and walked out of the bedroom as he called back to you. “He took Kathy home. I asked him to stay with her for the night, keep an eye on things.”

Kathy. Last night. The memory of that awful night came back to you hard and with a vengeance. You whimpered, pressing your face down on the pillow as if you could blot it out. From down the hall, you heard the sound of Benny rummaging around in the kitchen for a few moments. You willed yourself to focus on that noise and breathe deeply through your nose and out through your mouth. 

You felt the mattress give under his weight as he came back and perched on the edge of the bed. “Here.” He handed you a bag of ice, coaxing you to lift your head and place the ice against your swollen lip. He brushed back strands of your hair out of your face with a tenderness you’d never seen from him before. 

“Thank you,” you croaked, voice cracking. “For last night. Helping me. For everything.” 

He nodded softly and offered you a cup of water. “Try to drink it,” he encouraged. You obeyed, wincing at the bad taste in your mouth and the soreness in your throat as you swallowed. The water settled in your stomach with a cooling rush, and it helped lessen your headache marginally. Benny just kept sitting there, fussing over you like a nursemaid. It was achingly touching, but surprising and strangely intimate. After a few moments, you cleared your throat and forced yourself to sit upright, moving slowly and deliberately so as not to set off the spins again. He helped you prop yourself up against the headboard, one of Zip’s pillows tucked at the small of your back.

“How’s Kathy?” Why you asked that question was anyone’s guess. You were grasping at straws, overwhelmed by Benny’s presence and his assiduous attention to you. You couldn’t care less how Kathy was doing, and you knew you were risking the moment between you two - whatever it was - by bringing her up. 

Predictably, Benny’s face crumpled from concern to something harder. He held your gaze with a wary seriousness. “You really wanna know how my wife is right now?” 

Wife. 

You pursed your lips - bad move, you felt the split open up and fresh blood coat your tongue - and looked down at the water glass in your hand so he couldn’t see the tears in your eyes. You hadn’t known Kathy was that to him. You’d never really considered the possibility. Four years is a hell of a long time, a reprimanding voice in your head reminded you. What did you expect?

Why didn’t the guys tell you? A flash of anger at Zipco and Cal and Johnny flared in your chest. It was irrational, you knew, and a displacement of your real pain. The anger fizzled out as quickly as it had come up, leaving you alone with a sinking grief. 

Benny must have noticed your reaction. “You didn’t know.” Not a question, an observation. One he must have suspected because you heard the sound of confirmation in his voice. His words didn’t sound unkind, although there was an edge of pity there that you hated. Unable to meet his eyes, you simply shook your head. 

“I figured one of the guys told you.” 

“Yea, I would’ve figured that too.” 

You ran a finger along the lip of the water glass. Anything for a distraction. A thick silence that threatened to bloom into something permanent settled between you. 

“Congrats,” you managed with a small, bitter laugh. “How long?”

Benny turned away from you, bracing his hands on his knees and looking at the wall. “Y/n, don’t do this.”

“Do what?” you demanded, embarrassment staining your cheeks. Not only had he just dropped this hundred pound disappointment on you, but now he expected you not to struggle with its weight?

“Hurt yourself,” he replied sadly, turning back to you. His eyes drank you in and caused your breath to tangle in your throat. Once again, you couldn’t hold his gaze, and let your eyes drop to your hands. You knocked that one set of your knuckles were scraped and bruised, and a snippet of memory - men dragging you up a stairwell, you thrashing against them and screaming out for help - smacked you like a freight train. The sob that bubbled in your lungs refused to be stifled. 

At the sound of it, Benny stiffened. “I’m sorry. I should’ve left. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I’ll go, send Zip back over.” 

You looked back up at him and found you could look through him. Talking to the wall behind Benny, you felt your mouth moving as words came pouring out before you fully knew what you wanted to say. “Aight then, Benny, you best get your stuff and get out, then.”

It was the exact same line you’d said to him four years ago when he’d made you tell yourself that he was in love with someone else. Unlike then, this time your words dripped with poison. 

He flinched slightly at your words, and you figured that was about as much as you could hope for. Benny Cross was many things, but he would never be the kind of guy who would collapse for a woman. Especially not one that he didn’t love. 

For a heartbeat or two, he looked at you while you looked through him. It was a test. Who would break first. Both of you knew the answer. Benny was incapable of breaking. You’d been craving that from him for too long and had been disappointed too many times before to delude yourself now. Benny was going to leave, exactly like you’d told him to. He wasn’t going to argue, or apologize, or ask why you were angry, or stubbornly ignore your dismissal in an attempt to get through to you. He was going to leave because that’s what he did. Although not with Kathy, that vicious inner voice reminded you. Just you. 

Right on cue, Benny broke eye contact, hesitating momentarily before standing up from the edge of the bed. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to the chair he’d been sitting in, picked up his leather jacket and threw it on over his shoulders. The icy shell around your heart threatened to thaw as the realization that this might be the last moment you ever saw him overtook you. 

He moved to leave without looking back to you, although he did stop at the door.

“Why’d you come back?” he asked, his voice low and full of something approaching emotion. 

“For Brucie’s funeral,” you replied robotically. 

You both knew it was a lie. Benny waited, turning slightly so his body was angled towards you, but still not looking up at you. 

“What do you want me to say, Benny? That I came back for you? That I stayed away for so long because of you? You already know all that shit.”

He fidgeted with his leather riding gloves methodically, tucking them into the sleeves of his jacket. You’d never known Benny to care about stuff like that. You had the fleeting thought that he was stalling against what you both sensed would be your last goodbye. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled heavily. “I’m sorry for everything.” 

And with that, Benny vanished once again from your life, leaving behind that all too familiar ache like a gaping hole in your chest. 

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Benny was riding back to Kathy’s apartment when he realized that he didn’t want to. The last thing he wanted was to get an earful from Kathy, although he knew precisely that’s what was waiting for him. An earful for getting involved in another fight over the club, for getting involved with you, and for leaving her behind. He deserved it, but he didn’t want it.

He also didn’t want to turn around and back towards the girl he’d just left, with her face busted up and her spirit broken. All because she’d come back hoping for something from him. All she was going to get was disappointment. That’s all Benny had for anybody else. He’d disappointed Kathy by not being a good husband. He’d disappointed Johnny by not being a good Vandal, not being willing to take over the charter. And he’d disappointed y/n simply by not being good. Most of all, Benny was his own biggest disappointment. He realized, sitting on the back of his bike idling at a light that had long ago turned from red to green, that he wasn’t sure what he’d imagined for his life, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. It wasn’t watching the people around you get hurt, time and time again, all behind your own failures. 

So, instead of turning left on 53rd St. to head home, Benny kept going straight on 55th until it linked up with Rte 34 in Naperville. He gassed up in Wyanet and didn’t stop until he hit the Nebraska line. Benny rode west until he got tired of staring at sunsets, and then turned north, meandering up into colder country. 

Epilogue

At first, the running theory about what happened was that one of the guys from the night before had found Benny, somehow, on the way back from Zipco’s place and jumped him. Beat the shit out of him, took his bike, dumped him on the side of a road somewhere. Maybe even killed him. But, as weeks turned into months without any news and without a body, a different understanding took hold: Benny Cross had simply left. 

Kathy stuck around but drifted steadily further away from the MC. She stopped showing up to Junker’s on Friday nights, stopped hanging out at the Vandals’ house parties, stopped asking Johnny if he’d heard from Benny. You saw her a few times in the years after Benny left, usually at the laundromat or the corner store, somewhere neutral. She never acknowledged you, and you figured that was probably the smart thing to do. There weren’t any words the two of you could exchange that would do anything for either of you. Better just to let sleeping dogs lie. At some point, you saw Kathy Cross for the last time, although you didn’t know it would be the last. Word reached the MC that she’d met some wealthy Cincinnati lawyer in a pop shop and had moved in with him a few weeks later, into some swanky highrise overlooking the Ohio River. You had a suspicion that Kathy’s days of logging time on the back of a bike were over. 

While Kathy exited the Vandals’ scene, you found yourself quickly at the center of the club. You and Zipco decided after a few months that you made great friends, but shit roommates. You moved into your own place a few blocks down from Junker’s and opened a body shop for bikes with the money your daddy left you in the will. Your first employee was Cal, and your first customer was Johnny. From that day forward, the Vandals MC kept your business buzzing and your books balanced. You named the shop Cross Roads Bikes. Customers who didn’t know you asked why “cross roads” was two separate words; usually, you just told them that you’d been drunk when you filled out the business license application and had put a space in there by accident. Customers who knew you didn’t need to ask what happened. 

In spite of that, somewhere along the way you woke up one day and realized that this was the closest you’d been to happy in a long long time, maybe ever. It struck you as strange, because since the day you’d met him, you’d only seen happiness as part of your future if Benny was in it. Yet, here you were: happy (ish) and Benny-less. Funny how the world works.  

You didn’t know why Benny took off or where he’d gone, but you did know one thing: Benny broke three hearts the day he left McCook. Johnny took Benny’s absence harder than the woman who married him and the woman who loved him. Johnny changed the day Benny left. He seemed to age two days for every one that passed. His laughter dried up and his leadership got sour. Between Cal, Zipco, and a few of the other old guard, the Vandals held themselves together, but everyone could see that the winds of change were brewing, and the MC was on the edge of a permanent change. All that was left to do was to hold your breath and wait.

You were with Johnny Davis the day he died. You remembered the way that young kid had shot him, point blank, in some old abandoned parking lot on the western edge of town. All the light was gone from Johnny’s eyes by the time you reached him. The Vandals you knew died with him in that weedy parking lot that night. 

Zipco left about a month later for Texas. He sent you a few postcards, called you a couple times. After a while, there wasn’t anything left to say. You never stopped sending him his favorite bottle of bourbon at Christmas. Every once in a while, a customer would come in from out of town and tell you that your shop was personally recommended to them by a drunk, grouchy old Latvian who worked on a shrimping boat outside of Corpus Christi. 

One by one, the new Vandals stopped coming into your shop for their repairs and tune-ups. That was fine with you. You didn’t recognize any of the newcomers, and you doubted they recognized you, apart from vague memories of seeing you drinking and laughing in Junker’s next to the guys that they considered to be the past. Cross Roads Bikes was about four years old at that point, and you’d built enough of a non-MC customer base to survive the turnover. The day Cal came in and told you he’d turned in his patch and was planning to head back out to California, you knew that your last tie with the club had been cut. In some ways, it was relieving, in other ways, terrifying. You and Cal got shitfaced together that night and told old war stories about all the guys you’d known and lost. You cried like a baby when, two weeks later, you were standing on the sidewalk, watching Cal’s taillight fade into the Illinois dark as he headed out to the West Coast for the next chapter of his life. 

Much to your surprise, it was Sheila and Becky, Johnny’s widow, who became your new club. They took to bringing you sandwiches at the shop and sitting on the counter with you for lunch breaks, telling the did you hear? kind of stories that bond people with a loose circle of mutual acquaintances together. It was easy and fun and all three of you seemed to know that this was it. If you all let yourselves drift away, who was going to tell stories about the guys you’d all known? About the Vandals’ early days, the glory days? You three were all that was left. Ironic, you thought. A men’s club, survived by three women. 

Your life fell into a pattern. Productive, purposeful, content with little stains of sadness at the edges. But mostly, a good life. You were happy, and getting used to it every day. At some point, your life became predictable.

That’s why, one crisp fall morning as you stumbled out of bed at 6:00am to the waiting pot of Zipco-strong coffee and the stack of yesterday’s mail on the counter, the last thing you were expecting to see was the outline of a man sitting on your front porch steps. The black leather jacket with an original Vandals patch on the back, the Harley parked across the street, the tousled blonde hair. It was a ghost of a memory. 

You opened the front door a crack and looked down on the profile of Benny Cross. He was looking up at the neon Cross Roads Bike sign that Johnny and the rest of the club had gifted to you for your one-year anniversary at the shop. When he looked up at you with those same old blue eyes, it was like stepping into a dream.

“Hey.”

You closed the door behind you, offering him your mug of coffee as you wrapped your robe around you against the chill. “Hey.”

He scooched over to make room for you to join him. You did, tucking your knees up against your chest for warmth. The cold concrete of your porch steps bit into your backside. 

“Looks good,” Benny commented softly, gesturing up at the Cross Roads sign. The text was superimposed over an image of a motorcycle - an all-black 1965 Harley Electra-Glide, to be exact. The same bike that happened to be sitting across the street from you, where Benny had parked it. 

“Yea, yea,” you agreed gently, looking up at the sign with a sad smile. “Hope you don’t mind, I stole your bike. And your name.” 

When you looked back at Benny, a half-smirk was spreading across his face. He looked the same, although you could see that the road had been riding him just as much as the other way around. You knew that life. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while, sharing the same cup of coffee and a cigarette, letting the sun rise above the rooftops across the street. It was a comfortable, companionable quiet. It was the first time since you’d met Benny that you didn’t have the burning desire to try and put your feelings into words. After almost ten years of your heart orbiting his, you realized in the cold November morning that you had finally learned how to let him go. It was a bittersweet feeling, and you knew you’d never be able to put it into words, even if you tried. So the two of you were quiet together. 

When the city began to wake up around you and the demands of another day couldn’t be ignored any longer, you rose from your seat - cursing the way the cold made your hips stiff - and offered him a hand to help him up. He took it, thick calluses on his palm from years of riding. He stood up, still tall enough to tower over you, his jacket thick with the smell of the road - leather, diesel fuel, sweat, and cigarettes. 

“How long you in town for?” you asked as you held the door open for him behind you. He followed you in, kicking off his dirty boots at the door. 

“Not sure,” he replied with a note of nervousness. “Depends on how long you’ll let me stay.”

You smiled to yourself, your back turned to him as you refilled your coffee mug and poured a fresh one for him. 

“I got plenty of room, and plenty of work for ya, Benny. Long as you promise that you won’t leave without sayin’ goodbye this time.” He accepted the coffee in your outstretched hand with a heartbreakers’ smile. 

“Funny you mention it. I hadn’t planned on leavin’ this time.” He looked at you with a question in his eyes. You weren’t entirely sure what the question was. Do you forgive me? Is this ok? Are you alright? Did you miss me?

Whatever he was asking, your answer was yes. A very simple word, and easily one you could have said. But, just like moments before, you found that words just wouldn’t suffice, even such a simple one. 

So you crossed the kitchen, dropping your coffee mug and letting it splinter into pieces on the tile floor, splashing hot coffee on your ankles, and wrapped your arms around him. Benny’s mouth tasted exactly how you remembered, and when he folded his arms around you, you swore your feet no longer touched the ground. He was warm and strong against you, and for every question he pressed through that kiss into your lips, you answered with an enthusiastic yes. 

As you floated away into the sky towards what you’d heard others call “cloud nine” from your kitchen, the rest of the words of that old poem came drifting back to you:

Of all the things that can create, love is the one I most appreciate.

One thing I’ve come to know, nothing kills you slower than letting someone go.

But I will also tell you this, coming back to life can happen in the space of a single kiss.

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hello!! i’ve been reading you’re gale fics and i stumbled across the one where they meet once he goes back to school! i loved it so much and was wondering if you could do a part 2 kind of on their relationship once they officially become a couple?

hi, darling! thank you for your request! 🎀 I really like this story because it's different than usual Gale fics 😊 in this part they are apart for the summer holidays and they miss each other meanwhile her mum wants her to meet her son's friend who is closer to Reader's age and all that and then Gale shows up to visit because he's been missing his girl 😌

[ PART ONE ]

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Your relationship with Gale was going steady and everyone seemed to be interested in it, which was giving you both more attention than usual. You weren’t a very social couple and yet everyone wanted to talk to you all of a sudden as they hoped you would answer some questions that they had about him. Who he was, where had he come from, why did he have those scars on his face… You were only smiling gently at those people and trying to avoid answering such questions.

Your roommate Kathy and her boyfriend Jack were the only two people you talked to about such things – although you were still quite angry at Jack for looking into Gale’s personal documents to find out about his past. But since he had already known it anyway, there was no point of lying in front of him or avoiding the subject anyway.

With time people eventually gave up and let you go, disappointed about not getting many answers to their nosy questions. Thankfully, everything went back to the old ways and you were quite invisible again and so was Gale because everyone just had gotten used to him being around and remaining a little mystery. Also, someone had spread a rumour already about him being a pilot from the war. You had a nasty feeling it was Jack but you didn’t want to ask him because you didn’t want to fight with him and Kathy. Gale had assured you it was fine – after all, the new rumour was believable enough for the other, less pleasant rumours to stop. And most people were satisfied with this information about him without asking any further questions.

The semester was slowly coming to an end and you were sitting under a tree in the park, enjoying the warm weather with your head on Gale’s shoulder. Both of you were reading books for your upcoming exams and you were chewing on a pen but your thoughts were getting distracted.

“How will you spend your summer holidays?” You asked him, all of the sudden.

Gale looked down at you with a furrowed brow as he chuckled.

“I’m gonna visit my family for some time but then I’m gonna come back here, I think,” he answered. “And you? Going back to your family, I assume?” He asked and you nodded, anxiously.

“I’m gonna be out for the whole summer,” you explained. “But now… Now I’m thinking I should perhaps only go there for a month and spend the second one here with you?”

“I don’t want to keep you away from your family, love,” Gale smiled gently and caressed your cheek with his fingertip.

“And what are you gonna do here without me around?” You crossed your arms after closing your book loudly.

“Same as always,” Gale shrugged his arms. “Same as I was doing before we started seeing each other,” he explained.

“But you’re going to miss me, right?” You bit on your lower lip.

“Of course,” Gale shook his head and kissed the top of your head. “I’m going to call you and send you letters,” he assured you as he squeezed your arm. “You’re going to miss me, too, right?”

“Right,” you nodded with a shy smile but you looked away.

You couldn’t help an awful feeling that you would miss him more than he would miss you. Gale was a mystery to everyone but to you as well sometimes – he was a stoic and demure man, which was understandable because of his past and his age but… Sometimes you wished he would be more open with his feelings.

Gale took you to the train station on the day of your departure back home and he was standing on the platform and waving his hand after you as you were staring through the window and waving back. It was like in that song Love In Vain and for some reason you couldn’t help but feel sad and nostalgic about this farewell even though you would be back in two months.

But would everything be the same between you two then? It was hard to believe.

It didn’t help that at home everyone seemed to question your relationship. You expected everyone to be excited about you finally finding a partner and about him being a mature man who was a war hero but apparently everyone had some problem with that.

“What does he look like?” Your sister wanted to know. You sighed at her shallowness but you tried not to get angry because she was only a teenager. You took out the picture that Kathy had taken of you and Gale inside the library. “Why does he look like this?” Your sister asked.

“What are you talking about? He’s handsome!” You protested and she took the picture from your hands to take a closer look.

“The scars on his cheeks…”

“Well, he was in the war,” you reminded her with an eye roll, getting annoyed already at her comment.

“I don’t know… He looks stiff and sad,” she handed you the picture back.

“War does terrible things to men. Are you sure he’s, you know, right in the head?” Your father squinted his eyes at you as he lowered his newspaper. He only took a brief look at the picture and cleared his throat.

“Gale is perfectly fine in the head,” you clenched your jaw and looked at your mother, hoping she would back you up on that but she sighed instead.

“Why couldn’t you find yourself a boy your age, darling? And what is he even doing right now? Are you sure he is not flirting with other girls? Women his age, I mean?” She put her hands on her hips.

“Gale is not like that…” You started but you knew how pathetic that sounded like. Every woman who had been cheated on had probably used the same words. Your mother shook her head and muttered something to herself before walking out of the room to check on the pie in the oven.

You were growing insecure because of their words and comments. You sent Gale a letter in which you assured him of your love and you also added how much you missed him. You hoped to remind him about your devotion.

Not long after, your mother came up with a great plan of setting up a date for you with her friend’s son. You had been refusing that many times because how could you worry about Gale cheating on you while going out on a date yourself? Your mother’s friend and her son were invited to dinner at your place once and you even said it to his face that you had a boyfriend but he didn’t seem to be discouraged.

He was quite handsome, that boy. His name was Bobby and he was only slightly older. He had just finished his education and he was going to settle down in your hometown and start his own business. He had a bright future ahead of him due to his confidence and his father’s money.

Everyone kept insisting on you going out with him to the point you just had to agree but you kept repeating over and over that it was definitely not a date – just a meeting with a friend.

Bobby took you to the restaurant and ordered meals for you both without even letting you take a look at the menu.

“I just know what you’re going to love. Everyone loves it. My father knows the owner and it’s their best meal,” he assured you sweetly but you did not like his behaviour anyway. You decided not to comment on that, though.

“Thank you,” you only answered as your mother would expect you to.

“So, when are you graduating?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, I still have two years to get a Bachelor degree,” you explained. “And so does Gale.”

“Why are you so pressed about getting that degree, hm? You have that… Gale already,” he winced a little at the mention of the name. “Most girls only go to college to meet their husband.”

“Gale is not my husband yet,” you straightened yourself but you felt your heart pounding at the mention of such possibility. It filled your whole body with butterflies. “And even if he was, I would still want that degree and I know that Gale would support me in that. He knows how important it is for me. I haven’t worked so hard to get to college just to resign because of a man,” you explained and Bobby rolled his eyes.

“And what is he even doing there?” Bobby asked. “How old is he?”

“He’s going to be thirty in two years,” you answered and Bobby whistled.

“And he’s wasting time on getting degrees instead of starting something for himself?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“He is not wasting time, he is getting a degree! And I know already he will want more than just a Bachelor. All the professors praise him, too,” you answered. “I’m sure he’s gonna get a Masters or even a PhD.”

“Degrees are not for everyone. I mean, not everyone has to have one. We need simple workers, too. And if I was his age, I would try to catch up on the time I lost and go to work. He should accept the fact that his chance to get properly educated is already–” Bobby started and you widened your eyes at his rudeness.

“He was in the war, for God’s sake, Bobby! He was fighting in Europe so you could be safe here and study yourself… How can you not be grateful for that?” You shook your head.

“Was he? Your mother told my mother that your Gale had spent over a year in the camp for the prisoners of war,” Bobby scoffed. “That’s hardly fighting.”

“You have no idea what he’s been through,” you snapped back and then the waiter brought the food to your table so you smiled at him and took your plate.

Just like you had been expecting, the food was awful. You only ate a little bit and watched Bobby devour his whole plate.

“You know, our mothers would like us to get married. For you to drop out of college and become my wife,” he told you between one bite and another. You felt your guts turning inside out at that.

“Thankfully, we don’t agree with that, do we?” You looked him up and down and Bobby shrugged his arms.

“Thought you would do, but your brain’s already filled with… ideas. That’s why I’m against women going to colleges,” he explained.

“What ideas?” You wondered out loud. “I don't mind becoming a wife and a mother one day. I just want a degree first,” you explained.

“Yeah… All that talk. Sorry, I don’t buy it,” he chuckled.

The rest of the meal went pretty quiet. Bobby paid for it and he walked you home as the sun was slowly setting down. He insisted on walking you up to the front door of your house, so you knocked upon them and waited there awkwardly in silence.

When your mother opened the door, she looked pretty uncomfortable and… scared? You wondered what had happened. You expected her to be overjoyed and ask a million questions about your “date”.

Then, your heart skipped a beat when you spotted a familiar person standing behind her… It was Gale.

“Your boyfriend paid you a visit,” she whispered at you and you met his gaze.

Gale approached you and you nearly gasped to have him so close again. You nearly forgot how handsome he was in real life. His baby blue eyes were even sadder than usual, though, and you knew why. He turned to extend his hand towards Bobby.

“Nice to meet you. Gale,” he introduced himself, classy as always.

“N-nice to meet you, sir. Bobby. I mean, Robert,” Bobby shook his hand and you would laugh at that if you weren’t so scared of Gale witnessing that boy walking you home in the evening. Your dress, your makeup, your hair… It was obvious there had been some sort of a date going on between you two.

“Thank you for entertaining my girl and being such a gentleman to walk her back home,” Gale told him and Bobby looked away anxiously.

“No problem… We just had dinner together, that’s it…” He explained.

“Yeah!” Your mother added. “Told you, Mr. Cleven, they’re just friends,” she nodded eagerly and you furrowed your brows at her.

“Well, thank you for tonight, Bobby. It was nice,” you smiled fakely at the boy and you took Gale by his hand to walk inside the house with him.

Your mother said goodnight to Bobby and closed the door behind him as you and Gale were standing awkwardly together in the hall.

“We are all in the living room, getting to know your boyfriend better,” your mother explained to you as she put her hand on your shoulder and smiled nervously at Gale. “Mr. Cleven wanted to surprise you because he was missing you so much. You’re going to sleep with your sister tonight, I prepared her bedroom for Mr. Cleven to sleep in.”

You only nodded at that. Your father walked out of the living room and hurried Gale to come back to them because he was very interested in some story from the war. You let go of Gale’s hand and watched him walk away before you followed your mother inside the kitchen.

She was slicing a pie when she looked up at you with guilt in her eyes.

“I’m sorry…” She whispered. “I didn’t know he would come… Obviously, I wouldn’t make you go on that date with Bobby if–”

“It was not a date,” you interrupted her. “And it was awful. Bobby is not a good man. Why did you change your mind about Gale, though?” You furrowed your brow at her.

“Seeing him in real life, I mean… He is a very kind man and you can just… You can just feel that he’s good,” she sighed. “And much more handsome than in the picture,” she smiled nervously at you. “I’m glad that you have him and–”

“It’s too late for that,” you interrupted her again. “And God only knows if I still have him,” your lower lip trembled but you moved away when she approached you to give you a hug. Shaking your head, you walked out of the kitchen and you sniffled your tears back before joining the rest in the living room.

You sat next to Gale on the sofa with a soft smile. Your father was occupying an armchair and listening to Gale’s story with nothing but pure interest on his face. Your sister was sitting on the armrest of his armchair and listening as well even though girls like her were usually not into war stories.

You watched your family fall for Gale for the rest of the evening while you kept sitting there and worrying if you weren’t losing him in the meantime. Knowing how awkward the situation currently was, your father didn’t even ask him any serious questions about the nature of your relationship.

When the clock struck midnight, everyone decided to go to bed. Gale was especially tired after his train ride. You went to the bathroom first and took a quick shower before getting into your nightgown. Gale was a gentleman and he allowed your sister to take a shower before him but when they were talking about it in the corridor, you hid inside your bedroom. You sat on the bed, remembering to make space for your sister, too.

A slight knock upon your door made you look up anxiously. You knew it was Gale and your heart became a lump in your throat.

“C-come in,” you whispered.

He opened the door shyly and walked inside, looking around with a soft smile at the sight of your room.

“I finally have you for myself for a short while,” he said and approached your bed. You noticed that he left the door to your room ajar – such a gentleman, always.

“You don’t know my sister, Gale. It won’t be a short while. Her quick shower is at least half an hour long,” you chuckled and he smiled at that.

“Can I sit next to you?” He asked and blushed a little.

“You don’t have to ask me such things,” you moved slightly to make more space.

“Don’t I?” He took a seat next to you and looked deep into your eyes. You opened your mouth to answer but he continued. “Listen, I understand. I am older than you and I am not exactly… I am not exactly the happiest person, I have a past… I understand, I really do. And I am not angry, I would never be angry at you but… You could have written that to me. I just don’t understand the lies. At that, I am a little angry but I’m trying not to be, I assume you were scared of hurting or rejecting me,” Gale’s voice broke a little and so did your heart because he had misunderstood everything so awfully and yet… He was so kind and gentle about it. So understanding. “You sounded so sad in your letter; that you missed me and that you… That you… That you loved me,” his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with tears. “I wanted to come here and make sure you were alright. I’ve been missing you like crazy… And… Yeah, you could have just written to me that you met someone else.”

“Gale…” His name was all you managed to let out in a broken whisper. You caught his trembling hands into yours and squeezed them, trying to pour all of your love into him in this small gesture. “Gale, it’s not like this… Please, believe me,” you started. “Bobby is the son of my mum’s friend and they wanted us to date despite me telling them I have you already. They were very pushy and I agreed to have dinner with him. It was not a date, though, and it was awful,” you cracked a smile through your own tears. “I don’t want to ever see him again, in fact. He was rude and we don’t share the same beliefs or ideology. But even if we did and if he was kind, he would only become my friend and nothing else. Because I already have a boyfriend and I am happy with him and proud of him and…” You shook your head and gasped, trying to find the right words. “And if you don’t believe me, I don’t know what I’m going to do…”

Short silence occurred. Gale blinked away all of his tears and his lips finally curled up in a soft smile. You loved that genuine, loving smile on his face. You let go of his hands to cup his cheeks and caress his scars with your thumbs.

“I believe you, my love, why wouldn’t I?” He asked quietly. “It didn’t make sense to me why would you lie in your letters anyway. It didn’t seem like my girl at all,” he admitted.

“I am. I am your girl,” you nodded to assure him and you pulled his face down to join your foreheads together. “And I would never lie to you like that. I would never break your heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he pecked your lips.

“Ugh,” your sister’s sigh made you both move away from each other and look up at her. “I can go to my room. Mom will not notice,” she told you.

“No, no,” Gale shook his head and stood up. “I am leaving for the night now.”

Sometimes, you hated what a gentleman he was.

“Goodnight, girls,” he winked at you and squeezed your sister’s arm before leaving the room.

“Do you share a room together in college?” Your sister asked when she laid on the other side of your bed.

“No!” You felt your cheeks heating up. “Girls have their own dormitories and boys have their own,” you explained and laid down next to her before turning the small lamp by your bed off.

“I didn’t know… But that makes sense,” she admitted and moved closer to you. “Do you think I will go to college, too? Is it fun?”

“It’s very fun. And I hope you will go,” you kissed her forehead. “You just have to keep getting good grades,” you assured her. 

“And do you think I’m going to meet a nice man like Gale there?”

“Oh, dear,” you laughed softly. “I hope so. But a man like him is one in a million.”

“You must miss him terribly when you’re here and he’s there,” she sighed.

“I am. And you know what? Tomorrow, I might go back with him,” you told her as you made this decision inside your head this very moment. You didn’t have to see her face to know that she was sad about it. “You can go with me if mom and dad agree. My roommate is with her family so I have space in my room,” you assured her and rubbed her arm. “And now go to sleep, little one.”

You tried to fall asleep, too, but you could only think of Gale being in the room next to yours, in your little sister’s pink bedroom. You chuckled at the thought.

When her breath was steady and you were sure that she had fallen asleep, you carefully slid out of the covers and you tip-toed to her bedroom where Gale was. He was tossing and turning when you entered and you thought that he couldn’t fall asleep either but no, you quickly realised that he was having a nightmare. He had told you about them before but you had never witnessed them yourself.

“Gale…” You touched him gently, scared of what he might do when he suddenly wakes up. However, you didn’t want him to be tormented in his sleep anymore. “Gale…”

He opened his eyes and sat up, breathing heavily. You turned the small lamp on your sister’s bedside table and you sat on the edge of the bed to cup his sweaty face. His eyes were widened and he looked like he couldn’t recognise you or the place – but the second part was quite understandable.

“Baby, it’s me,” you cooed sweetly. “You’re at my place, in my sister’s bedroom,” you told him. “You’re safe,” you added to assure him and you felt his muscles relaxing.

“Was I… Was I loud?” He asked and rubbed his face with his hand.

“No, darling, I just sneaked out of my room to lay with you for a while but I saw you were having a nightmare,” you admitted and Buck looked at you in a funny way – nearly as if he was scolding you. You giggled a bit at that and fixed his ruffled hair. “Well, I don’t have to lay here if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” he pulled you closer by your waist and you ended up laying on his chest. He hugged you tightly and you hugged him back as his fingers played with your hair. “I just didn’t expect you to be such a little rebel.”

“There’s still a lot about me for you to learn, Mr. Cleven,” you teased.

“I can’t wait,” he whispered in all seriousness before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[osleeplessflowero]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a UT sans x reader (preferably fem but up to you!) where it's like a first kiss scenario? It's ok if you can't I don't mean to bother you, either way have a great day!

I absolutely can, thank you so much for sending in a request, Anon! I hope you enjoy :]

oneshot masterpost🩵

* Request Specifics: ❣️ Fem!Reader

first kiss🌨️ words: 2,256

Snow crunches beneath your boots as you walk, lightly tightening the scarf around your neck to keep warm. Winter has finally arrived, and with it comes various clouds releasing snow into the world and covering everywhere you can look with blankets of white. As you shift the earmuffs on your head slightly, you can't help but smile as you think of where you're going. Well, maybe not the location, but..who you're going to see.

Lightly sliding over a puddle of ice (and nearly tripping, but if there are no witnesses that totally didn't just happen), you come to a stop right outside of the colorfully decorated home you'd grown so fondly familiar with. A tall muscular snowskeleton shaped like Papyrus is visible in the front yard, and beside it lies a small mound of snow with "sans" written on it in marker. Never gets old.

You spot the front door opening, picking up your speed as you travel through their yard a bit to make it onto the front porch. Almost immediately, you're greeted with the sound of an energetic voice you'd grown to know and love.

"And So I'll Be Out For A While To Go Shopping With Mettaton! He Insists He Knows A Very Good Spot To Find Decorations, So It'll Be Good For The House! This Year I Refuse To Let Kathy From Down The Street Best Me- With Her Over The Top Inflatables.." Papyrus balls a hand into a fist, a determined look crossing his face before he stands back up. Looks like he'd been putting on his boots to head out. Once he turns and notices you, he perks up with a grin.

"Ah, Welcome! You've Arrived Just On Time!" He cheerfully greets you, gently ushering you inside out of the cold so you can warm up a bit. "Here, Stand By The Fire A Moment. I'll Call My Brother Down." He wiggles his browbones, earning a light flush from you that crosses your cheeks.

"Ah..thanks, Paps." You smile sheepishly, holding your gloved hands out towards the fireplace to warm up. With some quick thumps of his boots against the stairs, you listen as Papyrus tells Sans of your arrival (quite enthusiastically). After a few moments, the taller brother heads right back down to grab his phone from the kitchen. He heads over to the front door to pull it open soon after, turning to you.

"Don't Have Too Much Fun Out There, Lovebirds." He grins smugly.

You feel your face burn, knitting your brows together. "Paps!" ..Well, you can't exactly deny it now. You and Sans have been in a relationship for a few months now, taking things slow and steady. It seems like it was forever ago when you'd befriended the skeleton once monsters had finally surfaced..

"Farewell, I Expect Details This Evening!" He waves goodbye, before closing the door behind himself. You huff in amusement, turning a bit when you hear a warm chuckle by the stairs. A small smile crosses your face when you see him, lowering your warmed hands to your sides.

There the familiar lazy skeleton stands, hands stuffed in the pockets of his favorite blue jacket. He smiles as he looks at the door where his brother had just left, before turning to you. A light blue flush crosses his cheekbones for a moment as he walks over to join your side.

"hey, i'm glad you could make it. i know the cold's a lot harder on humans than it is for us. since, y'know.." He taps his skull, emphasizing the fact he has bones rather than skin. "it's good to see you."

"I'm really glad to see you too, Sans. I've been wanting to spend time with you for a while, and..well.. this is a good opportunity to, right?" You smile, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge. He chuckles, giving you a nod in reply.

"yeah, we can spend some time outside. oh yeah, that reminds me- hold up." He walks into the kitchen for a moment. You tilt your head in reply, curious to see what he's doing. He heads back out shortly after, handing you a thermos. "made some hot chocolate for ya. it'll help keep you a little warmer while we're out."

"Oh, thanks Sans. I've been wanting some for a while..did you read my mind?" You narrow your eyes at him, smiling a bit. He chuckles in reply.

"what can i say? i know you pretty well." He grins.

"Fair enough, you have a knack for that." You smile, putting the thermos in your Inventory. "Okay, ready to head out?" You hold out a gloved hand for him, watching as his eyelights drift from your hand to your face.

"yeah, if you are." He holds out his own hand, and you retract yours for a moment. "..what? what's wrong?"

"Is there anything attached to your hand?" You deadpan, looking over him for any signs of mischievous intent. His grin stretches wide, and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

"you know me too well. though, this time, i don't actually have anything there. man, it would've been funny if i did, though.. maybe next time." He watches as you hold your hand back out, taking it gently with his own. Both of your faces seem to flush a bit at once, and you avert your eyes from each other a moment. You've been together for a while, yet some things still manage to get your hearts racing..

You both take a shortcut outside, before beginning to walk together through the snow-covered neighborhood. A few people decorating in their yards wave as you pass with friendly smiles, earning some waves back from the both of you. You look over some of the decoration choices in awe, glancing over various light displays.

"These guys really take the holidays seriously." You think aloud, continuing to glance around the both of you. Sans watches your admiring with a fond smile, before he remembers to reply.

"yeah, they've started to kick things up a notch. paps gets super motivated to be the "best in our neighborhood". has this whole rivalry going on with a few of the others. he gets so pumped over something as simple as stringing up some lights. pretty adamant about winning this year. we've already got plenty of lights, but he insists on getting more with mettaton.. i can already tell he's going to make something big that i'll definitely get tangled up in."

"The horrors of having to do a ton of decorating..ooooh.." You hold up your free hand as if you were going to scare someone, earning another chuckle from the skeleton.

"look at you, being humerus." A giggle from you makes his grin stretch before he continues. "though, that's not the whole reason. i mean literally tangled up. like, getting stuck in lights and dangling until he can get me down. happens a lot."

"I can see it now.. maybe I could help you guys with additional decorating? I could prevent something like that from happening." You offer, earning a hum of contemplation from Sans.

"could be pretty fun with you around. i'm all for it." He winks, earning a light blush from you as you nudge his shoulder. The two of you focus again on the path ahead, making your way along the sidewalk and heading down a specific path. It's peacefully quiet for a moment, the two you enjoy the comfortable silence as snow lightly falls from the sky to add onto the various white blankets of snow on the ground.

"..it reminds me a lot of snowdin." You turn to look at him. "y'know, the place we lived in underground? down there it was always snowy. always cold. only times it really changed were for holidays, and even then..snow still stuck. climate was pretty weird down there." He looks up at the sky. The sun had started to set, making the sky a mix of various different colors where the clouds weren't covering it. Your eyes grow soft as you look over him.

"..Do you..miss it?" You ask, continuing to move along with him.

"well..sometimes i do. but that's how i imagine anyone with fond memories would be about a place where they grew up. though, at the same time.. i'm..really glad to be out of there. and up here, where there's..infinite possibilities. we're not just confined under the mountain anymore. all thanks to a little human kid who somehow managed to change everything.. it's wild, how things like that can happen." He's quiet for a moment. "..i think.."

He turns to you.

"i prefer being up here. it feels right to be. to be with you here, on the surface. ..maybe i was always meant to meet you. ..i wouldn't want things any other way, to tell you the truth.." You feel your breath hitch when his smile grows warm, causing you to feel warm inside. Your face quickly flushes before you turn away, earning another chuckle from him. Grasping at the thermos with your free hand to pull it from your Inventory, you hold it up to take a sip. You could just blame it on the cold, but..he probably knows the real reason..

As the sky grows darker, the area begins to glow more and more as you pass areas where lights had been strung up along a path. You glance behind yourself at the contrasting prints in the snow, smiling a bit before turning back. You move your hand away from his for a moment, before wrapping your arms around his that's next to you as you walk. One normally would consider skeletons to be cold, seeing as their bones typically are. But thanks to some additional magic on Sans' part, you'd found his body to be quite warm most of the time..

"i, uh..i heard about this from some people i passed on the way back from the library. sorry, librarby-" You snicker, before urging him to go on. "they said it'd be pretty nice to look at, and since we're a bit early it won't be too crowded. figured you might like it."

"I can't wait to see." You smile kindly at him, following his lead through a lights-covered archway. As the sun finally sets and the moon begins to rise, the area grows much darker than it had been a few moments prior. You glance around in confusion, before various lights finally begin to glow.

Eyes widening in awe, you look around the space. Various different displays cover the area, glowing with all sorts of different colors. You smile wide as you look over each of them, pointing out unique shapes to your datemate. Sans nods and looks when you point, cracking a few jokes about some of them.

"Aren't they beautiful? This is amazing!" You ask, looking at the tall tree made exclusively out of the lights. Sure, Sans could admit it's a beautiful and well crafted display. But in truth, he couldn't care less about that right now. A fond smile crosses his face, a light blue blush from his magic crossing his cheekbones as he admires your expressions. In a space filled with color..all he can seem to want to look at is you.

"..yeah.. beautiful."

You glance over once you hear the almost dreamy tone in his voice, feeling your face begin to burn when you realize what he means. Letting go of his arm, you turn to face him directly. He raises a browbone at you, before holding out his arms and pulling you a little closer to him.

"..Sans..we've..we've been together a while, and.. I was kinda..sorta..wondering if we could maybe?.." His smile shifts to one of reassurance as you struggle to find the right way to ask, before he lifts up a hand to press it against your cheek to get you to stop talking. Surely enough, it works.

"..i think this is a good spot for it..don't you?" He grins, and you can feel your heart rate pick up. Taking a breath, you quickly nod in response. "well, then what are we waiting for?"

Doing your best to calm your nerves, you lean forwards a bit and lean your forehead against his own. ..You'd been wanting to do this for a while, but..well..you weren't too sure when the right time to would be. Or..if Sans would even want to. But right now? ..Right now feels..right.

"..Being with you..has made me the happiest I've ever been, Sans. ..I want to stay with you forever."

"..well..you're stuck with me now that i've gotten attached, so..i don't think you have to worry about being too far from me."

You both share a soft laugh, before you lean forwards a bit more to press your lips against his teeth. The various colors around you all seem to just..blur together, the sounds of your surroundings growing muffled. You find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him a bit closer, him sharing the sentiment by keeping his arms around your waist. Snow gently continues to fall from the sky, decorating your clothes with bits of white.

A part of you wishes you could stop time, to be trapped in a moment like this forever. ..Even if things don't quite work like that..you can't say you'd ever forget today. It'll live on in your memory.. forever.

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What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 1

My first fic guys! (I'm gonna throw up I'm so nervous)

Read Chapter 2 next!

This is the first chapter out of probaby 10 or more and I plan to post a chapter a day. Takes place the summer after the show does, and introduces an OC/love interest for Stan named Kathy :)))

There is some mild sexual content, so I will be marking the whole series as 18+. There is some light angst, arguments, etc. This series really could be titled "Stanley Pines is forced to actually talk about his feelings for once in his life"

Enjoy! Press 'keep reading' for the fic

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack,” the redhead at the counter was less than enthusiastic – she barely bothered to glance up from her magazine. Kathy lingered at the counter and studied the interior of the store. The walls were covered in shelves of bizarre amalgamations of animal parts, interspersed with hats and t-shirts and a few hand-painted signs that said “No Refunds”.  A few customers browsed the items, including an older man in a light blue Hawaiian shirt eyeing a treat inside the vending machine.

“Could I talk to your boss, Soos, if he isn't busy?” 

The girl looked at the clock, then back down at her reading, and said “He’s finishing a tour right now. What do you need?”

Kathy dug around in her bag. “I’m new in town, just reopened the motel. I was wondering if I could leave some business cards here?” 

At that, the man at the vending machine spun around.

“Actually, I’m the owner of this fine establishment.” He leaned an elbow on the counter and proudly gestured around the room. Suddenly, she found her hand in his and he shook it firmly. “Stan Pines – original Mr. Mystery.” His rough, but confident voice echoed through the giftshop.

Kathy tried to meet his eyes but instead found herself staring at the open collar of his shirt. A gold chain poked through a bit of hair that matched the thick silver stands on his head. 

“Sorry,” she began with a small laugh, “I thought you were a customer.”

“I guess you could say I’m retired,” he replied, gesturing to a $15 bobble-head of a man in a black suit and fez. Kathy could sort of see the resemblance, especially the nose. “But I’m not too old to recognize a good business opportunity!” He grabbed the cards from her other hand and studied them. Gravity Falls Twin Bed Motel - now under new management. Open Friday -Monday. He flipped it over to find a name and a phone number. Katherine Phillips, owner. 

“Lovely to meet ya, Katherine. Welcome to town.” He shook her hand again.

“Thank you Stan, but you can call me Kathy,” she replied.

“I’ll strike a deal with you, Kathy. I’ll hand out your business cards if you take some of these,” he handed her a stack of bumper stickers, “and send a few people this way.”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind.” She threw the stickers in her bag. “I look forward to working with you. See you around, Stan” Then, Kathy did something stupid – she winked at him. She wasn’t entirely sure why, other than it seemed that this man’s charisma was rubbing off on her. As soon as she winked, however, every drop of charisma, every minute of sales experience, every cool, casual part of Stan instantly vaporized. A slight pink tinge flooded his cheeks and he cleared his throat into his fist. 

“Yeah, I’ll see ya around.” He watched her walk out the door, then watched her get in her car, then watched her drive off. Before he knew it a hand was waving in front of his face.

“Mr. Pines?”

“Huh?” He shook himself out of it. “Oh, Soos.”

“I see you met Kathy.” Soos nudged Stan with his elbow.

“You know her?”

“She hired my grandma to clean motel rooms – real nice lady. And close to your age too, Mr. Pines.”

Stan considered this information, and started fiddling with the stack of business cards. “What are ya sayin’?”

“Well, you know, ever since I met Melody, I’m sort of like the expert on relationships. I’m sure if you don’t ask her out, Mabel will do it for you when she gets into town.”

“No, Soos, I couldn’t…” Stan began.

“Mr. Pines,” Wendy butted in, “she winked at you. C’mon, ask her out! Ask her out!” She pounded on the counter in rhythm, and Soos joined in the chanting.

“Ask her out! Ask her out!”

“Fine!” Stan grabbed a business card and shoved it in his pocket. “Just get back to work.”

_______

With a deep breath, Stan picked up the phone’s receiver and began dialing. 

“Kathy? It’s Stan… yeah, from yesterday at the shack. Look if you’re not busy tonight, I thought ya might like a tour of the town. I’ve lived here thirty-one years, y’know.”

“A personal tour from Mr. Mystery himself? I couldn’t pass that up.” She teased him, “Will I get to see Bigfoot?”

Stan chuckled, “Nah that stuff's all for the tourists – if you’re gonna live here you need the real tour. Thought I’d take ya to the diner, we could drive around, and maybe go out to the lake.”

“Stan, this sounds more like a date than a tour to me.”

“Ah, ya got me! Guilty as charged.”

Kathy laughed, “Alright, Stan, I’ll see you tonight.”

[fallingblueroses]

Cesar parties a bit too hard. Fortunately he finds a safe space.

***

Kathy sighed, cursing her inability to sleep. It was three in the morning and she'd come down to the living room so as not to wake up Geoff. She was watching television with the sound down low while she lay on the couch.

Her eyes drifted shut now and then, and she was just on the edge of sleep when she heard plates clinking and the refrigerator door opening. She sighed and sat up, resigning herself to either starting the day with Geoff or sending William back to bed.

The last thing she expected to find was Cesar rummaging through her fridge. She stood, shocked, and watched as Cesar carried bottles and bags to the kitchen table and began to make himself a sandwich. "Cesar?"

He glanced up as she walked to the table, and a look at his face and a whiff of his breath told her he was blackout drunk. "Hey Kathy."

"What are you doing?"

"Making a sandwich. Want one?"

"Um, no thanks."

"Okay." He went back to his sandwich. "A nice thick layer of mayo on the tomatoes and the grapes won't roll off..."

Kathy's eyes widened as Cesar began to spread mayonnaise on his sandwich. Fortunately she had her phone, and she began to record as Cesar put a handful of green grapes on his sandwich and covered it with a piece of bread. "Spam. I need some spam..." He went to the fridge. "Huh. No spam. Omar must have eaten it all. Hey! Salami! That'll do!"

"Great party?" Kathy asked.

Cesar pulled out a bag of deli meat. "Yeah. Surprised you showed up. Didn't think you were into that stuff."

Oh no, he doesn't know where he's at. "Well...everyone needs to cut loose once in a while, right?"

"Yep." Cesar built the second layer of his sandwich, then a third. Kathy held back giggles as Cesar topped the sandwich with Doritos. He looked at the sandwich adoringly for a few seconds, picked it up, then realized it was too tall for him to bite. He set it down and drummed his fingers in thought, then his eyes lit up and he went to the cabinets and managed to find a fork and butterknife.

Kathy kept her phone on him as he cut his sandwich into manageable bites and ate it, and if Cesar noticed her recording him he didn't mind. Once he had finished it he surprised Kathy by putting everything away and rinsing the plate and utensils before putting them in the dishwasher. She followed him as he headed upstairs to her and Geoff's bedroom, and stayed in the hall where she could watch.

Geoff kept snoring as Cesar went to the ensuite and shut the door. After a bit she heard the toilet flush, then the sink running. Kathy almost burst out into laughter as she heard Cesar gargle, but managed to keep quiet.

Cesar yawned and stretched as he came out of the ensuite and headed for the bed. Without the least hesitation he took his shoes off and climbed into the bed next to Geoff. Geoff's snores broke off, but he merely rolled over and put an arm around Cesar as he mumbled "'Night, Kath."

She couldn't help herself. "Good night, Geoff."

Geoff kissed Cesar's forehead, and Cesar smiled, eyes closed, and snuggled up to him. It wasn't long before Geoff was snoring again, and Cesar joined him soon after.

Kathy had to sit on the floor in the hall and put her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming in laughter. Once the urge had passed she stopped the recording, quickly went back to the living room, and laughed into a throw pillow until her stomach hurt. Oh, that had been like a scene straight out of a comedy movie. Wish I could set up a camera for when Geoff wakes up. Eli and Layne are going to die laughing.

She was still chuckling when she lay back down on the couch. It wasn't too much longer before she finally fell asleep.

***

Geoff grumbled to himself as sunlight hit his eyes. He was warm and comfortable and cuddled up with Kathy, and the last thing he felt like doing was leaving his bed to start the day.

He gave Kathy a kiss as he drew the blanket over his head. Have to tell her she needs a shave...He was almost asleep again when that last thought sank in and made his eyes fly open. What?!

Geoff sat up, now fully awake, and stared at the sight of Cesar laying where Kathy should have been. He took a quick look around. Yes, this is my bedroom...He got out of bed and looked out the door. This is my house...

He heard the television going and went into the living room. There was his wife, asleep on the couch. After a bit of hesitation he gently shook her awake. "Kath?"

She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Good morning."

She doesn't seem mad...that's good..."Uh, why are you on the couch and Cesar in our bed?"

Kathy smiled. "He got drunk and wandered into the house last night." She picked her phone up from the arm of the couch and touched the screen a few times before handing it to him. Geoff watched it with a bewildered expression, then groaned and covered his face with his hand when he saw himself kissing Cesar good night. "...You've posted this on Instagram, haven't you?"

"Not yet."

Geoff sighed and sat down on the couch. "You realize what's going to happen when the fans see this."

Kathy smiled and laid her head in his lap. "Maybe we could put it on VoicePlay's Patreon."

"There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

"Nope."

Geoff sighed again and pet her hair. "Well, at least he didn't leave a mess in the kitchen."

She looked up and met his eyes, and the two of them shared a chuckle before falling quiet to enjoy a little time to themselves before William and Cesar woke up.

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: At least it’s not as dull as fitting like a glove

summary: Damian and Jon are, well, Damian and Jon.

They're idiots about their hideously obvious feelings, and their friends are *so* done with them. Time for operation Damijon.

otherwise known as the friends meddling >:)

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous.” Maya wrinkled her nose, watching Jon knock Damian in the shoulder, the shorter boy grumbling as he knocked back, hint of a smile on his face.

“They’re like, disgustingly mushy.” Colin agreed. “It’s horrible.”

“They should kiss.” Skyler nibbled on her pencil, sharing a sketchbook with Akira, who looked up and grinned.

“Is this meddling, I hear? Are we meddling?”

Maya nodded solemnly. “We’re meddling.”

“-eT OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT-” They looked over at the exclamation, Damian squawking as Jon flopped on him, going limp and forcing all his weight onto the smaller boy, who was mostly upright.

Akira pointed a pen at them, considering for a moment. ”Gay.”  

“You’re gay.” Skylar kicked them under the table playfully. 

“Yes, I very much am.” 

“Children, please, back to the matter at hand.” Maya clapped. “What do we know about Jon?”

“He was an asshole!” Colin chirped.

“He was probably being an asshole specifically to Damian for attention.” Skylar added. “And he’s tall.”

“He has black hair and makes bad fashion choices.” 

“He could probably be a jock in a different life.”

“He’s like, secretly Nick Nelson but not British.”

“And not nearly as nice, less manners and more fictionally jock-like.”

“I mean anything useful.” Maya cut them off, rolling her eyes fondly.

“His best friend is a girl named Kathy, and her parents run a diner downtown. Also, he’s a secret southern good boy who would get whacked over the head with a wooden spoon if his grandmother knew he was acting like this.” 

Akira looked up from stenciling a piece they wanted to throw up on the school alleyway. “I follow her on Insta.”

“Something helpful, thank you.” Maya grinned. “Okay, we’re getting this Kathy chick in on this, Akira, send the address and we’ll meet up there this weekend, provided they aren’t there for a not-date.”

“Got it.” Akira pulled out their phone and tapped at it, creating a chat.

New Chat: literally_nobody, End_the_cycle, Sky_high_dreams

End_the_cycle has changed the name to: Op Damijon

End_the_cycle: idk i think it sounds good

Sky_high_dreams: when they get married we should make them a wedding sign with this

Art.is.lit(erature): woodworking bet

Anyways heres the address - link

literally_nobody: Sounds good

 everyone meet there at like 12:30-ish, thats when they have tutoring so they def wont b there.

“Why are they all on their phones?” Jon whispered, pulling out his own. They were watching their friend, having grown curious at the lack of chatter, not that they’d really been listening to it from how they’d been badly flirting messing around with each other.

“They’re sitting in front of each other, they can talk face to face.” Damian grumbled, before looking over Jon’s shoulder, resting his chin there.  “Maybe someone died?”

“Nah, no one’s socials have blown up.” he leaned back a bit, raven curls falling into Damian’s vision, causing his nose to scrunch up. He blew the hair upwards, getting a glance at the screen.

“Weirdos.” Jon muttered, putting his phone away. Damian nodded, the two still attached to each other and now swaying back and forth with the light breeze.

“Very much so.”

“Oi!” Jon shouted. Damian startled, having grown accustomed to the peace and detached himself from the taller boy, much to Jon's disappointment. “What are y’all doing? ” 

Four phones were promptly slammed face down onto the table, followed by a multitude of bad explanations. 

“What makes you think we’re dining anything anyways?” Colin challenged, Maya pinching the bridge of her nose behind him.

“Fine, don’t tell us.” Damian muttered. “A four year old could lie better than you.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Jon poked his cheek, laughing as his hand was swatted away. 

“Are you insinuating I am a four year old, Kent?” 

“You’re as short as one.” 

“It’s not my fault you’re practically a giant!” he crossed his arms, before realizing Jon’s mischievous expression. “No. whatever you’re thinking, stop.”

He was scooped up not ten seconds later, screaming obscenities as Jon cackled. The four on the table shared a glance, one thought in their heads.

Truly sickening, they were. Oblivious and ridiculously pining.

Maya was outside of the diner at 12:30, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for at least a head of red hair to come bobbing down the sidewalk. She watched the servers swoop in and out, a blond freckled one catching her eye. According to Akira’s phone, this girl matched the description of Kathy. 

“Hey, welcome! How many for ya today?” 

Maya coughed, coming in face first with the girl. “Erm, four. Hey, you’re Kathy, right?”’

She hoped she didn’t sound stalker-ish. Judging by the way the girl squinted her eyes suspiciously, she probably did.

“Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Maya, and I'm a friend of Damian and Jon’s.”

Kathy lit up at the mention, but before she could respond, Colin came barreling through the door, catching himself on Maya. 

“Sup, M? Akira volunteered to pick up Skylar, they should be almost here.” He looked between them. “Hey, are you Kathy? Did Maya tell you about Damijon?”

“Damijon?” Kathy asked at the same time Maya sighed and said, “I was getting there when you so rudely interrupted.”

“Oops.” Colin grinned, looking between them. “I’m Colin.”

“Yo!” Akira, followed Skylar, came through the door, one looking extremely pleased, and the other mourning the loss of their paint-splattered jacket. “Sky made me change.”

“What’s wrong with what you normally wear? And where’s your jacket?” Colin asked.

“That’s what I said! And she made me leave it, I feel naked.” To make a point, they shivered, and Skylar smacked their arm.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” 

They stuck their tongue out at her in retaliation, Colin and Skylar laughing. Maya sighed, turning to Kathy and asking for a table for four, loudly asking for three children’s menus. They all eventually made it to the table, all five nursing milkshakes, as Kathy had asked for her break.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, they aren’t dating yet? Cause when they came in, they seemed awfully couple-like. Milkshakes and fries, and It was more of an apology from Jon. He’s been texting more, waxing poetic about him.”

“Really?” Maya leaned forwards. “Damian hasn’t said shit about Jon, not that he’s had time to, they're attached to the hip and he barely uses his phone.”

“Okay, so we know that they are most definitely pining for each other, and Jon’s more vocal about it. They both like milkshakes, Damian's a little too attached to his grades to not be hiding from his feelings, and they are more similar than they think. Should we have them commit a felony together?”

Colin swirled his straw around what was left in his glass, Skylar sighing. “I have a feeling they’ve already done that, his lock pick kit was used.”

“How would you know that?” Akira perked up, Skylar looking away. “That’s for me to know, and none of you to find out.”

“We should try something legal.” Maya said. “Anything going on so far? Worst case scenario, we trap them in a closet.”

“Smallville’s having a festival in a few weeks. I know Jon’s been dying to go back, an’ my family goes every year. If y’all can get Damian to say yes, I can get Jon’s parents to agree.” Kathy suggested.

“We can make it sound like a friend's outing, and then leave them together,” Akira added.

“Ask the person to rig the Ferris wheel or something so that they end up on top with no way down!” Colin chirped. “They have fireworks at this fair?”

Skylar hesitated, “Maybe something less traumatic.” 

Kathy, however, seemed to love the idea, nodding enthusiastically. “As long as Damian ain’t scared of heights, we’re fine. There are plenty of other rides we could ‘accidentally’ leave ‘em alone in.”

“This will be more fun than i thought.” Maya pulled out her phone, grinning. “A few weeks' time and we can get them together, no problem.”

Damian’s phone buzzed as he pointed out a specific problem, explaining the process. He ignored it, but not five seconds later, Jon’s did as well.

“Permission to check, Teach?” Jon grinned, picking up his phone anyways. 

“Granted.” Damian answered, picking up his phone as well. Maya had texted Damian, detailing the dates and time that they would be doing this, leaving no room for a yes or no answer. Kathy’s was a more nice version, asking Jon if he’d like to come down to Smallville for the fair in a few weeks, and that the rest of his friends would be coming as well.

Damian seemed less pleased, but softened as he saw Jon's excitement, and beneath it, a strong pang of bittersweet.

“Will your parents allow you?” Damian said. “My brothers will, my father will not have much of a say in the matter. One of them will probably make their way with us.”

“I want to. God, I want to so bad.” Jon’s forehead fell into his hand, pushing up the curls that so often fell into his face. “My parents haven't let me go down for so long, I don't know why they’d say yes now.”

Damian mulled over it for a bit. “If your brother tells them he wants to go too, would they be more susceptible to letting you go? Since everyone else is going, and your childhood friend’s family whom they trust is the one offering it?”

“I guess, but he wouldn’t want to come.” Jon grumbled. 

“He can fake it. Your parents are rarely home anyways, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.” 

“I’ll talk to him, see what he says.” Jon pocketed his phone, looking at the time. “Can we call it an early day, Dami?”

“If the first thing you do is talk to your brother, yes.”

Jon grinned, pulling him to his side and rubbing his nose in the soft brown hair. “You’re the best, Dames. See you in a bit.”

Damian flushed, but only nodded, sliding his bag over his shoulder and sending a soft smile towards Jon, pink still dusting his cheeks.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to lie to mom and dad for you, and tell them that I oh so desperately wish to go back to the countryside for a fair, so that you can go down with your friends and possibly woo Damian.” Kon had his arms crossed, looking largely unamused.

“I didn’t say that last part!” Jon huffed, running a hand through his curls. “And Dami said one of his brothers might come too, for supervision. Ask Tim to come if you don’t want to lie.”

“I’m going to lie for you.” Kon decided after a beat. “But you’d better come home with a boyfriend.”

“Kon!” 

Nonetheless, everyone was extremely excited for the next few weeks, the fair landing on a long weekend. They all met up in front of the Brandens’ restaurant, the carpool going big. One of Damian’s siblings and their partner had opted to come along, much to Kathy’s parents' relief. Seven teenagers and only the two of them would have been a disaster. 

The Waynes had the bigger car, so the kids would be in that one, while they followed the Brandens’ car to the farm they still kept in the countryside. 

“ROAD TRIP!” Colin yelled gleefully. Akira looked pained at the sight, Damian rolling his eyes and putting in his earbuds before they were even in the car. Jon and Kathy were both talking a mile a minute, regaling Skylar and Maya with tales of their youth in Smallville.

One by one, they shuffled into the car, Damian and Jon sitting in the back with Maya and Kathy, Colin, Akira, and Skylar squeezing into the front. 

“All ready?” the driver called, and the car exploded into cheers and laughter, shoving each other and hugs. 

This would be a rather eventful weekend, wouldn’t it?

[lakesparkles]

(sorry for clogging your page, I just never see the insta fandom talked abt and I relate too much 😭 sending love and positivity etc)

I've been in fandoms on insta before, even for villains, and they're nothing like it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I also got vents from strangers and a lot of uhh,, not sfw DMs. AND THE PEOPLE THINKING YOU'RE A ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT?!!? yikes

forgive me but I did take a look at the comments under dailyrammy and omg what is WRONG with people. "you CAN'T draw gideon because I don't like him!!!" uhh okay?! like there's the door, then. "I don't like gideon because he's EVIL" what do they want, a sticker? an award that says "congratulations for hating the character you're supposed to hate"??

I swear I started having flashbacks to internet strangers getting mad at me bc I joked about not liking scott (which just made me actually dislike him!) it's so,,, pretentious. you are SO not in the wrong for feeling bad about that, it's such rude and petty behavior for a service that you provide FOR FREE!! drawing is hard, and drawing something pretty every day is really emotionally demanding

as Kathy Zielinski once said, "Maybe I need to go to therapy. I've always had a desire to do villains. I just love evil."

-🦊

(You don't need to be sorry at all, everytime I get a new ask from you I get so excited!! I also never see people talking about it. Posting on Instagram is really an experience. People interact A LOT there... And this can be bad or good)

And right?? It's mostly the Scott Pilgrim fandom that is like this (again, not that the other fandoms I've been into are perfect, I've been accused of plenty of bad things already). I'm so sorry for the DMs, I know how it is :( a dude also sent me gore videos just to say how much he hates me and my art.

THANK YOU FOR THIS, I'm kinda glad I'm not the only one who notices these weird comments on my posts. Like, I totally get not liking Gideon - he's the main villain, after all - but... Just ignore my art?? Block me?? It's not like I want to make people uncomfortable with my art, after all.

And oh man, the amount of people that thinks that me exploring more of Ramona and Gideon's awful relationship is the same as me romanticizing abuse. Someone even said that I was sexualizing it (this one will always be kinda funny to me) I don't get it, I always showed their relationship as bad as canon is. I don't ship them or anything, people just want me to not draw Gideon at all.

And the Scott part... I get you so much. I'm not Scott's biggest fan, but he's fine. But some people act like he should be included in anything and no?? I ship Ramona with other characters pls. And his fans kept being homophobic against me and my followers, totally disgusting behavior. This is why I stopped drawing him there

And this last sentence 💗 I loved villains since I was a kid, Daisuke is one of the only exceptions in my favorite list

[crayons-in-the-colorvoid]

HAPPY HOLIDAY! MY CRAYON PALS!

i hope you all are having a wonderful christmas,Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or any other wonderful holiday! remenber to hold your friends close and family!

this is a little surpise post from doodle and biscuit! they wanted to dress up for the occasion!

more post of our wonderful crayon friends are coming up soon!

(note this is not the offical outfits XD there just dressed up cause they wanted to!)

Note from the authors below

Hi! this is greeny here! one of the creators of @crayons-in-the-colorvoid i wanted to thank people who are patinet with us in posting more on this wonderful colorful world!

again we hope you all all doing great this holiday me and the wonderful @kathyrealmstales are working on more exciting things but again need time for it. i wont say it here because its not my choice to say so but please send love to kathy! they helped alot on this wonderful project and need it alot rn! :>

also take care of yourselfs XD i noticed alot of my own peps being sick (sadly including myself im getting better btw XD) cause of the cold so PLEASE TAKE CARE. ALSO JUST DO SO XD

remenber this holiday can be hurt for some so please reach out and check in on love ones or even friends. and see how they are even hearing that someone cares about them can be such a blessing or even a things that makes their day. again please check in on your love ones

on a more light hearted note! crayons post will be coming you just have to be patient with us. and i hope you all understand!

we appreciate you all dearly! and hope to see you all soon!

From the goofy greeny!

[hyunverse]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

omg this is cool ����☝️ thank u for sending this to me!!!

first of all, @mnwrld & hanji!!! gives off major college au music nerd #1 meets music nerd #2 together they meet and bond over making music together doing music nerd things while holding hands

@astraystayyh with hyunjin and make it forbidden love. 25k words MINIMUM. a lot of longing, pining, and crying together. it'd be gut-wrenching with a happy ending ☝️

@in2heartz & lee know. dare i say fake enemies... sprinkled with a there was only one bed trope. i see it tbh 😸☝️ they come out of the holiday as lovers i tell u!!!!

@forlix with lixie!!! neighbours trope 🤠 pov xian is the new tenant of the apartment and felix comes with a tray of cookies as a welcome gift... i see the vision and i like it!!!

@hwajin & hyune ofc 😋 i'm thinking... small town love... 💭 they met at a grocery store cs kathy was like hey haha get that cereal box from the top shelf for me pls then hyune falls in love this is canon and real

@facioleeknow & seungmin...💭 fake dating!!! seung's trying to get an ex girlfriend to be jealous but falls in love in the process 😔

lastly, @blondie-hyun with jeongin!!! something cute me thinks... 😋 i'm thinking the classic bumping into each other and having books fall EEEEEEK

[silvergyus]

i know ur asleep rn so im sending thoughts for you to wake up to in the morning (since i can't buy you a gift for listening to me so much!! <33). AND because you mentioned you've been wanting some fluffier things <3

YEONJUN AND PEANUT THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well i guess any dog really. BUT!!

thinking about you and yeonjun going to the humane society just to look at the puppies, dogs, and kittens. you've always talked about adopting a dog together and when you lay your eyes on the cutest dog you've ever seen taking a nap in her little corner of her crate, your heart melts and you can hardly take it.

taking her home and giving her a bath and brushing her fur so she's all clean and pretty, taking her to the pet store to get her all the toys and sweaters and treats she wants. snuggling with her on the couch while she's out cold since she's had such a big day- she got her forever home finally!!

taking her to the dog park and playing fetch, taking videos of him throwing her ball back and forth, watching her run so fast and being so happy to be playing and with her ppl </3

taking FOREVER to pick her name because there are just too many cute options... tofu? puddle? fizz? waffle? maybe something silly and human like abby or kathy or elizabeth?

and he's her little princess, taking her everywhere with y'all, out to farmers markets, to the beach, any store that will allow dogs, she is there. brushes her every night and ties the lil fur on her hair into pony tails with pink bows.

ilysm ari thank you for always talking to me <33

YEONJUN AND PEANUT! THE LIGHTS OF MY LIFE!

I've never had a pet (besides childhood goldfish) but I am such a dog person and adopting a dog with yeonjun would literally be the sweetest thing 🥺

Yeonjun would honestly have to reel me in because my aunt had a dog named Steve when I was growing up, and my other aunt had a dog named Clarence, and my friend's mom has a dog named Crispy so my dog names would be HORRIBLE and he'd have to provide the cutesy ones

BUT OMG! you know how I feel about girl dad yeonjun. but girl dog dad yeonjun??? a whole different level of spoiled. he's looking up every dog-friendly location in the area, suddenly all your dates are at places with dog friendly patios because you couldn't possibly leave her all alone could you 🥺 not when she's just a lil baby 🥺

she has her own shelf or closet and it's absolutely filled with pretty collars and leashes and harnesses and sweaters and dresses and boots for when it's icey and every pet toy and special treat he could find. giving you the biggest puppy eyes in the store when he sees a cute toy for her and you try and hit him with the "she has enough toys!" but he won't hear it! she's his princess and y'all's baby and she's getting everything in the world!

[lala1267]

Cocaine Candy

Summary: A young girl named Candice (candy for short) has a criminal lifestyle all thanks to her gangster bf, drugs, alcohol, you name it. Her mother, Kathy, sings for Elvis Presley. Ever since Candy was 8, she has known him, but as the years flew by and her behaviour worsened, Elvis noticed. He couldn't let this happen.

Warnings: drugs, mentions of guns, doing illegal stuff at a young age. Age gap between Elvis and Candy.

Sweet like candy and sour like toxic waste. Her toffee coulered hair and her emerald green eyes. Candice, she was. But she was known as "candy." She was a good girl. She had a healthy household and a good mentality. She was a kind eight year old girl who would never break any rules. She was a daisy fresh girl that would parade around in pink summer dresses as her caramel hair was decorated with pearl white bows. She would send a bright light into her mother's eyes as she would dance and sing around the house. Her purity was precious, and her softeness was fragile. Whoever was in her presence would feel her heavenly energy radiating from her golden heart like a force field. She would sit in the garden, buried in the floral flowers and thick grass. She would return to her house after a day of playing with the neighbourhood kids. She would smell like the fresh summer air, and her hair would be messy like medusas. Her mother would have to spend a good half an hour every night, picking little flowers and twigs out of her hair.

Her mother, Kathy, was one of the background singers for Elvis Presley. She was known for her high-pitched singing. This meant that candice would often see and stay with Elvis if her mother was busy. They would have Christmas dinners every year and bbq's every summer. She would spend nights at Graceland with Elvis's daughter, Lisa. They would play together every day. Lisa was five years younger than her, but that didn't stop their friendship. If only she stayed little forever.

Candy's innocence was preascious, but she would soon unfold the hidden and dark truths of the outside world. It was only a matter of time.

Candy was now fifteenteen. Her life was great, she was still pure and happy.

She walked in the school corridor. Her black school shoes clicking against the shiny floor as she held her books over her chest. She was very pretty, but she remained in the shadows. She stopped once she got to her locker. Her fingers fiddled and twisted the lock until it clicked and opened. She placed her books neatly in her locker before shutting it.

She was startled when she felt a large hand lay on her shoulder. Her body turned, and so did her head. To her suprise, she was met with Miles. He was one of the most handsome guys in the school. He was seventeen. He was dark-skinned. He had dreads that hung over his forehead, and his body was inked out with tattoos. He was a gangster. He was in a gang, a pretty famous one. He was a Blood. His gang had been having a war with The Crips for the longest time. It wasn't unusual to hear occasional gunshots coming from Miles's housing estate. He always carried a gun with him, so it was no suprise that Candy could see a huge bulge just above his belt line.

She felt her face heat up as she looked at his figure. She had always liked him, but this was the first time that she had spoken to him or even been this close to him. His dark brown eyes shot her down as an alluring grin plastered over his face. His cheeks dimpled at the sight of her.

"Well hey lil mama."

He said with his deep raspy voice. Candy tried her best to regurgitate a word from her cherry red lips but her body kept on denying her. He looked at her up and down with the same grin.

"You don't talk much. Don't worry, imma make you scream my name tonight, I'm throwing a party. You better not miss it."

He said as his eyes turned dark and menacing. He placed a peice of white paper in Candy's hand with the info for the party scribbled onto it. He walked away and disappeared with his group of gangster friends. Candy was just left gobsmacked as her bambi eyes stared at the note in her hands in awe.

The evening

Candy was standing infront of her mirror, holding up two party dresses that she had found. One of them was a bright tropical orange that was studded with shiny fake diamonds. It was quite short in length but it was pretty. The second one was a baby blue that had white glittery trims. It was thrilly at the bottom and almost childlike. She turned around and threw the blue dress on her bed before getting changed into the orange one.

She looked at her reflection with a smile on her face. It hugged her figure perfectly. It tucked in her baby fat and exentuated her pre-mature hips. It travelled to the middle of her thighs, making her sun-kissed legs more prominent and sexy. She sat down in front of her vanity before doing her hair and makeup. She went for a classic 60s double winged eyeliner with pastel orange eyeshadow. Her hair was in a beautiful blowout, making her look godly. She began to pack some things in a small handbag that she had 'borrowed' from her mother. She put some spare makeup into the bag and some other random things. She looked into her reflection one more time. She knew that her mother wouldn't let her go to the party, especially dressed like this at her young age. But that's why she wasn't going to tell her.

After successfully sneaking out and arriving at the party, she walked up to the entrance. It was a house, bright neon lights shot out of the windows and music blared. She walked in, and her eyes widened. Many teens from her school were there. Some of which were aggressively grinding on eachover. Ew. She pushed and shoved past the hundreds of intoxicated people as she pulled a face. She soon saw Miles, he saw her too. His tall figure made its way towards her until he was towering over her. He was wearing blue jeans that were kept in place with his designer belt . His plane white t-shirt added to his handsomeness. Without warning, he bent his head down until his alchohol drenched lips met with her pretty red ones. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. The smell of his cologne and the taste of the alchohol only made her want more. He pulled away and looked at her pretty pink cheeks as his hand was kept secure on her small waist. Candy looked up at him with a gleam in her eye. Pink love hearts fluttered around him in her vision.

"Glad you made it, I was boutta go out lookin' for you."

He said before taking a puff of his hydroponic weed. Candy smiled at him before her wandering eyes watched him blow a cloud of smoke from his plush lips. It smelt very earthy yet strong. He looked at her as a smile formed on his lips. He stook his hand out, holding the spliff, waving it in her face.

"You want some?"

He asked. Candy looked at it and then back up at him.

"Oh, uh."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He said before shoving it between her lips and watching her inhale it. It left a slight burn as the smoke travelled through her throat and spread across her lungs. She breathed it out smoothly. Suddenly, she felt her tense muscles loosen and her crossed arms unfold. She smiled at him, her eyelids dropping ever so slightly. Miles looked down at her with a grin.

The night unfolded, and so did Candy. Her layers pealed off like pretty fragile petals. She sat on Miles's lap on a sofa, away from the other drunkards. She was smiling and laughing, talking and giggling. The neon lights felt like epileptic as the music sounded like white noise. She could feel her blood rushing and her heart beating as she chatted with Miles. His hands stroked her thigh as she threw herself over him like a ragdoll. Her lipstick was smeared, and her eyes were bloodshot. It was truly a euphoric feeling as the weed dripped into her brain gradually. This was the day when she knew that Miles was the one, her one.

She stumbled into her house, barley retaining her balance as she did so. She kicked off her heels. Her bloodshot eyes scanned the house before she stumbled to the stairs. She was on all fours as she tried to climb the stairs, which seemed like Mount Everest to her. She finally made it to her room and threw her body onto the bed as she turned numb. Her eyelids drifted shut as her body powered off. All of the neon lights, music, kissing. It was all gone. Everything was black.

From that day forward, she would go out every night and become one with the druggies and drunkards. She would run away until the dark night with Miles. She wouldn't go one weekend without plastering her ass all over miles as her intoxicated brain shut down. She would give men butterflies as she batted her cartoon eyes. They would smoke, drink, and steal. She was scandalous and evil. She would look for trouble and get high for free, street walk at night and a star by the day. Candy had turned into a monster, all thanks to Miles.

Candy walked to school with Miles, of course. She hugged his waist as his had slung over her shoulders. She looked down at the gun that was tucked into his belt. Her eyes shifted back up to him.

"I like how ya carry that gun, its sexy."

She said with a cheeky grin. He looked down at her with the same grin.

"I need it. Anyone could shoot me right now, I gotta be ready."

The thought of him getting shot and dying never really occurred to Candy. It was always overshadowed by her love for him. On occasions, he would have to dress himself in all black and grab his gun before leaving a party. He would say,

"It's just business that I need to fix."

Candy knew what he was doing. She just pretended not to hear the gunshots that echoed through the cold, damp streets.

She looked at him.

"Well, let's hope they don't shoot ya-"

She said before she was interrupted by a car honking. Both of their eyes shifted to the expensive cadillac. Candy's eyes scanned the inside of the car. The window rolled down to reveal Elvis. He was dressed rich as always, and he was wearing his signature sunny's.

"Get in this car, Candice."

He said sternly. Candy looked at him through her furrowed brows.

"I'm clearly busy. Sorry."

She said with a slight sass in her tone. Miles and Candy carried on walking until they were stopped again.

"Candice, I said get in car, now."

Elvis said, slightly raising his voice.

"Ok, gosh."

Candy said as she rolled her eyes. She got on her tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss on Miles's lips before getting in the car. Elvis began to drive at a fast speed.

"So are you gonna tell me why I'm in your car, or what."

She said. Elvis looked at her before shifting his eyes back to the road.

"We need a little talk at my place."

He said. His voice was hauntingly raspy. She decided to shut her mouth as she could see his fury building.

She walked into Graceland as Elvis followed. It was amazing as usual. The diamond chandler and the pure white carpet gave life to the house. Elvis escorted her over to the living room. He pointed his finger towards the sofa, urging her to sit. She did just that.

Elvis pulled a stool out and sat directly in front of her. His eyes shot her down as she was left confused and a little intimidated.

"Ok, so."

Elvis said. Her bambi eyes stared at him in curiosity as she sat put on the comfy sofa that wasn't so comfy under Elvis' glare.

"I need to talk to you about your behaviour these last few months."

Her brows furrowed as she looked at him through her eyelashes.

"You've started to become one of those naughty kids. It ain't a good look, doll."

She looked at him and pulled a face before crossing her arms.

"Don't be like that, you know I'm right. You've been doing some bad things, don't think I don't know. I see you with that gangster boyfriend of yours smoking. He's a bad influence on ya, doll."

Elvis said as his head moved from side to side in disapproval. She looked at him, her jaw wide, and her feelings offended.

"My boyfriend is not a bad influence!"

She snapped like venom.

"He is. Ever since you met him, you've been drugged up or doing some stupid shit with him. It's not healthy."

She swallowed harshly at his words. Her crossed arms relaxed as her brows downturned. Her fingers entwined with eachover, like a knot.

"He is a good guy. He just likes to have fun."

She said quietly as she broke eyecontact. Elvis leaned forward, his eyes scanning every small detail of her face.

"It won't be very fun to see him shoot someone with that damn gun that he carries. He's in a gang goddammit! You ain't safe with him, sweetheart."

Elvis said harshly. His breath hit her face.

"He loves me, and I love him. That's all that matters."

She said as her eyes looked into his. Elvis' head shook once more as he kissed his tongue.

"I'm just trying to help you. Your mother is worried about you, and quite frankly, I am too."

Elvis said softly. His tone was much more relaxed. She looked up at him, her words ripped from her voice box. She didn't say anything. She knew that he was right. She couldn't fight the truth.

"I want you to stop seeing him."

Her heart shattered like glass as her veins burst, making an opening in her little grey heart.

"No! You ain't my momma!"

"Your momma is the one that wanted me to say this to you. Listen, if you don't leave him... then you're coming to live with me. That's final. Don't even try to argue because your momma has agreed to this."

She was too stunned to speak. A single tear rolled from her doll eyes and down her soft cheek. She looked at him in disbelief before standing up and leaving. The door slammed, and Elvis was left in the empty house. No noise, no people, just him. He stared at the spot that She had previously been sat in. He felt bad for her, but how else was she gonna change her ways.

The following school day

Candy walked hand in hand with Miles. Making sure not to let him go. Miles kissed her forehead as they walked. She looked up at him with a shimmer in her big eyes. Her eyelashes batted as she admired her boy, her gangster. He smelt of weed and alchohol, but that was the smell of love. She loved him, and no one was going to come between that, not even Elvis. She loved him with every inch of her cocaine heart. She loved his white powder lines and his collar greens. She loved his money and his gifts. She loved his AK-47s and his pistols. She loved him. They walked out of the school as the bell rang. She was following him like a lost puppy, as usual. She was like his shadow. He gripped her hand tightly as they walked along the sidewalk. A big smile was plastered on her delicate face. That same smile that lightened the sky up when she was a little girl. She looked up at him before placing a candy sweet kiss on his cheek that had a teardrop tattooed onto it. He looked down at her, his head bent down towards her face.

They were both suddenly interrupted by a loud car engine, moving dangerously close to them. Their heads turned to face the Cadillac. Candy's eyes looked the driver in the eyes. It was Elvis. She rolled her doll eyes and crossed her arms as she watched him get out of the car in a fit of rage. He looked scary. His fists were clenched, and his teeth were grinded. Miles looked him up and down before chuckling.

"Get in this goddamn car. Now."

He grunted as he took a step closer. She looked at him before looking up at Miles.

"No!"

She said as she stepped closer to Miles. Miles looked at Elvis before letting a laugh escape his mouth.

"Calm down, old man. You ain't gonna talk to my girl like that."

He said. His laugh was overshadowed by his anger that was slowly building up. Nobody was going to talk to his baby like that, not even Elvis Presley. Elvis scoffed before grabbing Candy's arm tightly. His grip was harsh, almost bruising. He dragged her towards the open car door. Miles looked at him in shock before reaching for his gun that was hidden in the waistband of his pants. But it was too late. Elvis had already shoved her in the car and sped off. Miles looked at the car as it drove into the distance. He felt a piece of his heart plummet into the depths of his soul. He let out a sigh as he stood there alone.

Meanwhile, in the car, Elvis was raging at Candy. His loud menacing voice was almost deafening.

"I told you that you aren't allowed to see that fucker again!"

His voice echoed around the car.

"You can't just stop me from seeing my boyfriend!"

She shouted back as tears escaped her glassy eyes. The salt water glistened on her cheeks, illuminating her face in the hot sun rays. His large hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Long veins coursed through his hands.

"Well, you know what's gonna happen now."

He said through his American white teethe. She looked up at him, her brows furrowed and her lip pouted.

"You can't just make me live with you. You can't just take me away from my family!"

She shouted.

"Oh yes, I can. Don't you know, your family are the ones that agreed to this. I'll teach ya a goddamn lesson."

She looked at him with her puppy eyes as warm salt water fell from them. Elvis always cared about Candy. He always had a soft spot for her. But she needed to be taught a lesson, and Elvis was the right person to punish her.

Graceland

Elvis gripped her arm harshly as he practically dragged her into the house since she was refusing. He let go of her once he closed the door. He threw his keys on the table and walked into the living room. He turned the television on and placed his jacket on the sofa. Candy stood there and looked at him curiously. He turned around to her, and his gaze softened. He slowly walked over to her before wrapping her in a big hug. His cologne lingered in her nose as his delicate touch softened her core.

"Aww, im sorry, baby. But you know that I have to keep you here, it's a request from your parents. Don't be upset."

He pulled away slightly to look down at her. His fingers ran through her soft, feathery hair as a soft smile played on his face. He leaned down and placed a kiss onto her forehead. Leaving behind his love. He held her hand softly before leading her upstairs.

"Come on baby, let's get you to your new room."

He said before opening the door to one of the guestrooms. He stepped inside with her. She looked around in awe. It was so pretty. It was painted pink and lined with dove white. It was girly and meant for a queen, like her. It was almost as if he had this room just for her. She walked over to the bed and sat herself down. She looked up at Elvis, who had a fatherly smile on his face. He sat next to her and draped his arm over her shoulder. He looked deeply into her eyes.

"Look, I know you will miss ya boyfriend, but you're gonna have to get used to it. You ain't gonna be seeing him again."

He said sweetly. She looked into his eyes. A look of sadness washed over her face like a tidal wave. Elvis' finger carresed her cheek softly and tilted her chin up towards him. His touch was heavenly, and his love was unearthly.

"Don't be sad, baby, I'll take good care of ya. I promise."

He said as the pad of his thumb played with her lips. She looked at him, and her eyes scanned his face.

"You're safe with me. Trust me."

He said before he got up. He tucked a hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her forehead. He smiled sweetly before leaving the room. She watched him leave, and a smile cascaded her face slightly as some of her sadness washed away.

The next morning

Candy's eyes dwindled open as the sunrays played in her luscious hair. A warm summer breeze blew over her face, sending cherry blossoms through her veins. Elvis sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a smile. He was in a silk robe that let just the right amount of chest hair escape. His jet-black hair was messy.

"Good morning, doll."

He said. His morning voice was croaky and deep.

"Good morning, Elvis."

Candy said back before she yawned and stretched. She was so cute. Her hair was tangled, and her cheeks were puffy and pink. Elvis smiled.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

He inquired as his fingers played with her hair. She looked up at him with her glistening eyes.

"Can I have some cereal?"

She asked politely.

"Of course, baby."

He said before standing up. He walked over to the door and stopped in the doorway. He turned around to look at the sleeping beauty.

"I'll call you when it's ready."

He said before his shadow disappeared. Candy looked at the empty door way with her wandering eyes.

She sat in the dining room. She ate the rainbow cereal in silence. Elvis sat across from her and ate a pb&j sandwich. His eyes looked at her. She was so pretty in this state. Sun shining on her sun-kissed skin, pearly beady eyes, fresh and clean. She was like a dream.

"Is it good?"

Elvis asked.

"Mhm, very."

Candy said as she continued to eat. Elvis smiled slightly. He watched Candy finish the cereal. He stood up and picked her bowl up. He looked at her before bending down to her and wiping her milk moustache off with his hand. She giggled as he did this. He chuckled before walking over to the sink and placing the bowl in it. He turned back around to look at her.

"I want ya to go get changed. I brought you some dresses since you are staying with me. I wanna see how ya look in em."

He said.

"Ok."

She skipped up the stairs and into her room. She rummaged through the closet and pulled out a short white summer dress. She put it on. It perfectly exentuated her tanned legs and hugged her small waist. She went back downstairs to Elvis. He looked at her before a smile played on his face. His eyes wandered over her body before he commented.

"Ya look so pretty. My, my."

He said as he scanned the dress. Candy smiled slightly. Elvis was always close to her, but something about him just made him husband material to her.

"Thanks"

Candy said as she felt her soft cheeks heat up. Her fingers played with the soft thrilly ends of her dress. Elvis walked over to her until he was just inches away. His big hands found themselves around her waist, slowly wandering down to her hips. His alluring eyes looked down into her pretty beady ones. Candy's heart began to race.

"I don't want ya to ever think about that Miles guy, ya have me."

Elvis said in a raspy, low tone as his hands rubbed circles into her waist. She looked up at him and nodded in agreement. Elvis' face slowly inched closer to hers, almost as if he was going to kiss her. That's exactly what he did. His soft lips met with hers. Candy's heartbeat slowed as the world around her went silent. She felt as if time had stopped, and it was just her and Elvis in the world. Elvis' hands moved up to her face, gently cupping it as their tongues danced around eachover. She felt her eyes drift shut as they carried on. The summer breeze blew through the window and blew their hair back. The floating orbs around them became visible in the sunrays. Candy's hands moved to Elvis' neck, and she played with his black hair tactfully as they kissed. The birds sang a sweet melody, the war in Candy's mind ended, and the knot in her stomach undid itself. She kissed him until she saw stars in her eyes. He kissed her until his lips beckoned to be let go.

[wanderingmind867]

This is how I'd have probably written Killer Moth if there was a Batman '66 tv show continuation: (although it probably works fine as a regular reinterpretation of the character, too):

Killer Moth is in reality just Drury Walker, a down on his luck criminal once busted for smuggling. But while he was stuck in prison, serving out his sentence, he read a newspaper article about Batman and his many fears of heroism. This led Drury Walker to concoct an elaborate scheme: he would break out of jail and rule the Underworld as a sort of Anti-Batman.

Needing an animal to inspire himself and his persona (just as Batman has a Bat motif), Drury ends up staring at a moth one nignt. It had flown into his cell through the window, and it tenaciously refused to stop ramming into the lightbulb. Drury was incredibly inspired by that, and he chose to make it his theme. "No matter the odds, no matter how much is riding against me, I'll always preservere. Like The Moth chasing the flame, so too shall I chase the prestige and infamy of crime." And just like that, Killer Moth was born!

Killer Moth was initially very successfully. He almost figured out Batman's identity (realizing pretty quickly that only a man with money to spare could have a secret hideout, a custom built car, and all these many gadgets and tricks). Knowing Gotham doesn't have that many millionaires, Drury easily manages to pinpoint Bruce Wayne as Batman. But that still didn't solve his problem of wanting to be the Anti-Batman.

Thankfully, the answer came to him in the newspaper (yet again)! Millionaire Morgan van Cleer had died recently, and his only living relative was a playboy currently presumed lost at sea. So Killer Moth made himself up to look like Cameron van Cleer, the rich young playboy, and then he successfully swindles the van Cleer estate into handing over all the money to him.

From there, he used the money to design a moth suit for himself (with functional wings), as well as a Mothcave (hidden under the van Cleer mansion), a mothmobile, a utility belt, and all the other trappings of Batman. Then he hands out portable flares to all the major underworld criminals, allowing them to signal him via the flare. Simply push it, and the Moth Signal will appear in the sky; a beacon for Killer Moth to come save the crooks! And now, Killer Moth was prepared for his first duel with Batman and Robin!

Killer Moth really gave Batman and Robin a run for their money. He knew who they were, so he ambushed them at Wayne Manor and took them captive in his Mothcave. It was only thanks to the brave intervention of Batwoman (Kathy Kane) that the scheme of Killer Moth was even foiled. She secretly followed him to his hideout, and then she manages to ambush him and knock him out before he was can escape. Then she frees Batman and Robin, and they send "Cameron van Cleer" to the police.

After this incident, Killer Moth has become a joke in the supervillian community. The real Cameron van Cleer showed up and took back the inheritance money and the mansion, meaning Drury had lost his Mothmobile and his Mothcave! At least his costume and utility belt were still in police custody, but he had no way of ever getting them.

Until, that is, one fateful halloween. As Scarecrow menaced Gotham with his new fear gas, the guards at the state penitentiary were even affected and they ran to hide in fear. Drury Walker successfully stole the keys off of one of their belts, and then he uses it to effect a great escape. He finds his old suit and belt, and then uses them to fly over the prison walls and go into hiding.

From here, he builds himself a gang of lower level underworld types. Crooks like the Getaway Genius and The Eraser. Then Killer Moth rebuilds his old Mothmobile and Moth Cave, and he prepares for his triumphant return to infamy and success! He'll have his revenge, not just on Batman and Robin, but also on that foolish Batwoman too! Even though she's since retired, Kathy Kane is the bane of Killer Moth's existence. If not for her, he would've been crime kingpin of Gotham City! She'll pay for ruining all of his hopes and dreams, all those many, many years ago!

[youcalledmebabe]

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thank you anon! from winters’ anatomy

He wants to say that Lew should call him every day he’s away. Dick’s been struck by the fear of Lew burning up in the atmosphere, simmering in his mind ever since he’d walked into the lounge and announced his pro bono trip. How on earth will he cope in Africa, without Dick—or even Kathy—to take care of him? He wants to say: I worry about you, please take care of yourself, let Houston know if you have a problem.

Lew opens the car door but stays in his seat. “Not sure how the cell service is in the Congo. But I suppose if the vintage mood strikes me I could pick up a pen.”