#and i’m like well i gotta cut mom’s hair and then we can get started

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[mattitties]

Boyfriend, pt 2 - matt sturniolo

you guys asked, so i delivered (hopefully)

part 1 here

I left the party last night feeling on top of the world. I recounted everything to my best friend the second Matt had left and she came back to me.

“I came back from the bathroom and saw you guys totally hitting it off, so I just stood back and watched. I thought he was about to bend you over the bar and fuck you right there,” she told me. 

It’s now the next morning and I’m trying to distract myself and not think about the fact that he hasn’t texted me yet. It’s only 10 AM, so I really shouldn’t be worried, but as someone who doesn’t talk to boys literally ever, I am naturally very worried. 

As the hours pass and it’s now 2 PM, I go into my roommate’s room. “Why hasn’t he texted me? Do you think he was just fucking with me? What if I didn’t give him the right number and he’s now texting some other hotter bitch instead of me? What if I was-” I start to ramble before she cuts me off.

“Oh my god, shut up! It’s been like 14 hours, chill out! He’s gonna text you, and if he doesn’t, he doesn’t. We don’t know anything about him, he could be sleeping still or he could be having a busy day. Take a Xanax or something, good gracious,” she tells me, finishing just as my phone vibrates.

I check it absentmindedly, fully expecting it to be my mom or a spam text, but instead I see an unknown number.

Hey it’s Matt, just wanted to see when your free to hang out?

I let out a shriek and show my roommate my screen.

“Fucking told you!” she says excitedly before her face changes. “Oh boy, he’s one of the fuckers who doesn’t know the difference between your and you’re. You gotta fix that.”

“Oh for sure,” I say, starting to type in my phone.

hey :) i’m free tonight or tmr if either of those work

Tonight is good, I can pick you up around 6 and we can get dinner. How does Boa sound?

“Oh my god. He wants to take me to Boa,” I tell my roommate. I’m just about on the verge of vomiting everywhere.

“Oh fuck yeah! Mr. Moneybags over here!” she cheers.

that sounds great!

Sick, whats your addy so I know where to pick up my gf ;)

I give him my address, turn off my phone, and immediately go to my room to take an everything shower and get ready.

I’m finishing up my hair at 5:30 when I get another text: Leaving now, be there in 15 min. I made reservation for 6

I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I was so confident around him last night, but now I feel like a completely different person. I’m terrified I’m gonna be an awkward mess when I get in the car and he’s gonna wonder what happened to the girl he met last night and I won’t even be able to eat I’m so nervous and–

Nope, I’m not worrying anymore. It’s gonna be fine. I triple check everything to make sure I look good, and finally he texts that he’s here.

I grab my bag, go downstairs, and open the front door to our apartment complex, where I’m met with a very familiar face standing next to it. He’s wearing a black short sleeve collared shirt, blue jeans, and a black baseball cap he put on backwards. Man, he looks good as fuck. 

He looks up when he sees me and smiles. “Hi,” he says. “Car’s right there. I was going to come in but then I saw I had to be buzzed into the building and I didn’t know which apartment was yours, so…” It seems that his confidence from last night has lessened quite a bit as well, as now he’s just awkwardly rambling. I find it adorable.

I shake my head and smile. “You’re fine, this is perfect.” I follow his lead to his car, and am surprised when he opens the passenger door for me. “Thank you,” I say as I get in, and he shoots me another quick smile before closing the door and going to the driver’s side. 

“So Boa, huh? You really are trying to show off your YouTube bucks,” I joke.

“Me and my brothers go there a lot, it’s not really that expensive,” he says. 

“Speak for yourself! I was looking at the menu and almost had an aneurysm at the prices!”

He laughs and glances at me. “Well lucky for you, you’re not the one paying, are you?”

We continue our banter for a few minutes before there’s a lull in the conversation. “Do you wanna put some music on? Here’s the aux cord,” he tells me, pulling out a cord.

“Oh,” I say, immediately regretting all my life choices. I am historically NEVER on aux in any situation because my music taste is comprised of Taylor Swift, dad rock, and depressing music. “Um… you may not like my music. We can just play whatever you like.”

He looks at me wearing a tiny frown. “What! You’re the passenger, you get aux. Whatever you play will be fine.”

I sigh dramatically as I plug my phone in and queue Taylor. “Okay, but if you don’t like it, just remember I gave you a chance to say no.” He nods. I watch his face to gauge his reaction as “The Story of Us” starts to play, and I roll my lips into my mouth to hide my laughter when he recognizes the voice. 

“Yayyyy,” he says sarcastically. “I love Taylor Swift…”

The rest of the drive consists of me explaining to him that if he was willing to give her music a try, he would definitely enjoy her music. I was fully expecting him to laugh it off and come back with some smart ass comment about her as nearly every other man does, but he seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying. “You’re right,” he told me. “Maybe we can listen together and you can show me more of her stuff!”

I think I fell in love right there.

When we arrive at Boa, the man nearly eats shit rushing around to open the passenger door for me, and walks slightly ahead of me to get the door for the restaurant. Neither of us have any ounce of the same flirty energy we had last night, but there’s no awkwardness at all. I still can’t believe this is happening. The hottest guy I’ve ever seen, he’s a perfect gentleman, we have so much in common, and he’s actually into me? It seems far too good to be true.

“So,” I say when we get seated, “what exactly made you feel the need to come up to me last night? Did I really look that uncomfortable?”

“Oh, you looked like you were about ready to sink into the floor. I mean, in all honesty, I was kind of eyeing you all night but I didn’t have the courage to come up to you, so I guess I sort of used that as an excuse to do something. Plus saving you from creepy guy and all,” he replies.

“Well, thank you, no matter what your reasoning was.” I look around the restaurant. I feel so out of place, it’s disgusting. I’ve only lived in LA for a couple months, so I still feel like I don’t belong, especially when I end up in the same restaurants that people get papped outside of. But somehow, even in a place like this, I feel oddly safe and at peace with a man that I met not even 24 hours prior. 

I’ve never been much of a great conversationalist; if I’m in a one on one conversation, the other person needs to be a rambler for it to not be awkward. But he’s not a rambler, and we both are just so invested in what the other person is saying that it’s somehow a never ending conversation. We have so much in common – our love for movies, Legos, journaling, us both attempting to get back into reading after going so long without it – I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. It’s so refreshing, and it’s terrifying. I know I’m going to fall for him fast. I may be already, but I can’t be. We just met. 

He pulls me out of my trance by repeating his question. “You ready to go?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sorry. Um, thanks for paying,” I smile as I get up. 

“Of course! What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t pay on our first date?” he jokes. 

“Ohhh, our first date? Does that imply there’ll be a second?” I ask as I get in the car.

“Would you like there to be a second?” 

“I mean I guess…” I smirk at him. We’re both looking at each other, smiling ever so slightly. I want nothing more than to kiss him right now, and I’m 99% sure he wants the same based on the way his eyes are shifting focus from my eyes to my lips. I’m about to lean in when –

“I should get you home.”

Oh. I nod. “Yeah… yeah, probably.” I sit back in my seat.

He turns on the car and Taylor Swift blasts through the speakers. “JESUS–” he yells, turning the volume down as we both start laughing. “I know I said you could show me her stuff but let’s take it down a notch, god damn!”

We don’t talk at all during the drive home, but it’s nice. Just the music in the background, and subtle glances between us every so often. When we pull up in front of my apartment complex, he parks the car and turns it off, then starts to get out.

“You don’t need to get out, it’s okay,” I tell him.

“Well I have to make sure you get into your apartment safe, don’t I?” Again, what a gentleman. I didn’t even think people like him existed anymore. I smile to myself and lead the way, taking him up to the 4th floor and down the hall to my door. “I guess this is where I leave you?” he asks.

“Unfortunately, this is where you leave me.” I’m looking up at him, he’s looking down at me. I can tell he wants to say something, and I hope it’s what I think it is.

He opens his mouth, takes a sharp inhale. “Can I kiss you?”

Bingo. I smile and nod, holding his jaw lightly in my hand. He takes my waist with one hand and the back of my head with the other, and our lips collide softly in a matter of seconds. I haven’t kissed many guys, but they’ve always felt just a little off and I never knew why. But this? This feels right. It’s gentle, but our tongues slip into each other's mouths as the kiss grows deeper. I know I need to stop this here, as much as I don’t want to. I give in for a few more seconds before I pull back. 

“I, um… I need to go inside,” I tell him, completely unable to wipe the smile off my face.

“Okay,” he says, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “I’ll text you, because yes, there definitely will be a second date.”

“Good.” I kiss him one last time before I unlock my door. “Goodnight, Matt.”

“Goodnight.”

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i probably won’t do a part 3 because idk how to keep it interesting from here but if you have other fic requests lmk and i’ll do my best 😚

[fantasticallyfruity4]

You know how people have started telling their kids “if you get lost go find a goth/punk person” bc (rightfully so) like this wild cultural shift has led to us being seen as safe, trustworthy responsible ppl?

Okay

Well

It got me thinking about punk Steve (again. Of corse) and this being a single dad! Eddie steddie meet cute.

I don’t know what’s funnier. Eddie telling little Max and Dustin that if they get lost they should look for someone who looks like him/his friends, someone goth/punk/metal. Or his kids doing it on their own volition. Bc the housewives with their little strollers always give their dad dirty looks and mean sneers in the grocery store but the people who look like their dad and his friends are always nice to him.

However it goes, one day Steve’s at the super market and he feels a small hand tug on the bottom of his battle jacket and a small voice say “excuse me mister?”

And he looks down and this little pippy long stockings kid is looking up at him with a wobbly lip and tears in her eyes and he’s like instantly on alarm and panicked.

“Hey friend, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Where’s your mom?”

“I got lost and I can’t find my daddy and my brother”

“Hey, that’s okay, we’ll find them together. Insta gonna be okay. What do they look like?”

“Uuuh. My daddy looks like you. But with more hair”. And Steve snorts a laugh because yup, that makes sense. Usually parents tell their kids to stay a million miles away from him at all times. Corse this kid is a punks baby. “What’s your bother look like? He got hair like you? What’s his name?”

“Dustin. He’s got brown hair and a big dumb hat”.

Steve snorts. “Think your funny?”

And the little girl giggles. Cool. Good. Mission accomplished.

“So we’re looking for dad and Dustin. Dustin’s got a big dumb hat and dads wearing a jacket like me, yeah?” And she nods. Cool. Okay that’s easy to find. “And what’s your name?” “I’m max”. “That’s a cool name max. I’m steve”

And so Steve and the little girl make a couple laps around the grocery store calling out for Dustin, and finally, finally, they hear panting and squeaking rubber and “max! Oh my god max! You scared the crap out of me!” And this- oh. This gorgeous metal head is running up to the girl and pulling her into his arms, mumbling a string of “don’t scare me like that again” and “I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry baby” and “I was worried sick”.

Sure enough there’s a little kid, bout the same height as max in a big dumb hat next to him.

Metal head dilf finally puts max down whose now hugging dustin who looks just as distraught at their dad was, and the metal head finally takes Steve in.

A glint catches in his eyes.

“You find this nice man to help you?” He asks. And she nods.

“Oh man, thank you so much I’m so sorry for the trouble” he apologizes. Steve just chuckles. “Hey it’s okay, I’m just glad we found you guys. Was getting worried for a few there. I’m Steve” Eddie takes the hand Steve extended. “I’m Eddie, I swear to god I don’t usually loose my kids” and steve laughs. “Hey, it happens to everyone, don’t sweat it. She’s okay, you’re okay, everything’s alright, yeah?”

“I still feel so horrible for the trouble. Is there anything I can do? Please let me atleats buy you a coffee”

Steve looks at his watch. He wishes he could. “I’ve gotta get to work, im really sorry, im already cutting it close since, you know” “oh, oh my god im so so sorry”

Listen. Listen. Steve’s no saint. And there is clearly a lack of a wedding band on this guys hand and 99% of the time if a kid is at a grocery store it’s with their mom. And some of those patches-

Steve’s gotta try.

“Hey, I really have to jet but um, here’s my number. Make good on that coffee some other time?”

“Yeah, yeah absolutely! Absolutely. Thank you, so much again. You’re a lifesaver Steve” Eddie smiles taking the small paper Steve just wrote his number on. (A cocktail napkin from a gay club in indie he just happened to have in his pocket, a god ordained way of making sure they were both on the same page.

[writing-until-i-drop]

What's In A Name? Chapter Six

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: Cathy's not playing fair

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Previous Chapter

“Meggy Harding, you are a sight for sore eyes,” Cathy Carter called coming from the direction of the old barn. “Come here, honey,” Meg hurried down the porch to meet her on the lawn, letting herself be swept up into one of Cathy’s strong hugs. “You’re getting skinny, have you been taking care of yourself?” 

“Been tryin’ to,” Meg let her second mom place kisses all over her face. “But I’ve been busy.” Cathy pinched her cheek, giving her a playful glare.

“Well, I’ll cook up a big dinner. You here for Kate?” 

“Always,” Meg tipped her head back to where Tyler remained on the porch, “And I brought a friend just in case my boot up her ass ain’t enough.” Cathy’s gaze shifted over Meg’s shoulder and the older woman perked up,

“Honey, he’s cute,” She said less than stealthily, wiggling her brows. “He your boyfriend?”

“Cathy, please,” Meg whined, tugging on Cathy’s arm. “Please be the one adult in my life actin’ normal about this man.” 

“Fine, fine, I’m on my best behavior.” She messed Meg’s hair, moving past her towards the porch. “And who might you be, honey?” 

“Tyler Owens, ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, especially since you brought Meggy here to see me,” Tyler’s smile was big and bright. He was every parent’s dream, standing there all handsome, every sentence coming out of his mouth starting or ending with “ma’am.” 

Meg abandoned them, wandering off to the barn where she found Kate watching her old science project make a tornado. 

“Never gets any less impressive, Katie my Lady.” Kate glanced over her shoulder with a sad smile.

“Never thought we’d be back in the barn,” Kate’s accent was a little more pronounced, heavy with emotion. “Mom never cleaned it out,” Meg looked around, taking in the plastic covered tables. Without lifting the sheets, Meg knew what was beneath each one. All of Kate’s research, Addy’s drawings, Jeb’s cameras, and my binder filled with diagrams of the human body and notes on everything that could go wrong with it. The plan back then had been to become a doctor, Meg hadn’t thought about that dream in a long time. 

“We left a lot of things unfinished,” 

“Wonder why.” Kate clicked off the simulator, leaning back against the table. “What are you doing here, Meg?” 

“I smacked Javi, Tyler stopped me before I could hit him for real.” Kate chuckled, running a hand down her face. “We didn’t kill them, Kate.” 

“I’m going back to New York,” Meg sighed. If Kate ran again, there was no getting her back, she knew that. “Don’t try and stop me.” 

“We gotta do something, Katie, and runnin’s not an option anymore.” Kate’s response was cut off by Cathy and Tyler strolling into the barn, laughing to themselves. 

“You brought Tyler?” Kate snapped, angry. Meg’s temper spiked back,

“What was I supposed to do, steal his truck?” Kate flinched, “Not everything can be solved by runnin’, Kate, sometimes you’ve gotta chase.” 

“Well, maybe I don’t want to!” Kate shouted, tears streaming down her face, “Not everyone’s okay with the people they love-”

“Kate, go set the table,” Cathy shouted over them both, “Meg, cool off.” Dying. That was the word Kate was going to use and even though Cathy had stopped her, Meg heard it all the same. Kate saw Meg accepting what had happened to their friends as her not caring? It was like a punch to the gut, Meg physically faltering where she stood. Cathy took off after Kate, who rushed out of the barn, sobbing, and Tyler crossed the room to her. 

“I’m fine,” She was not fine. “We just,” Tyler wiped away her tears with his sleeve, concern evident on his face. “This barn brings up a lot of memories.” Tyler took a good look around, “Kate’s havin’ a hard time dealing with that.” 

“Just Kate?” Meg snorted, pulling her hair out of its ponytail. “Going to be honest, darlin’, didn’t think I’d walk in here to find you two arguing.” 

“Yeah, well, we’ve known each other for a decade and I’m pretty sure that was our first,” Meg shook her head. “God fucking dammit, I never shoulda left New Orleans.” 

“Hey, hey, hey, no need for that,” Tyler smoothed her bangs back, kissing her forehead. “Friends fight. Boone and I get into it all the time, you two will be okay.” Meg wrapped her arms around Tyler’s waist, resting her head against his chest. “I promise, darlin’, everything’s going to be okay.” 

“It’s not, Ty, you can be as charmin’ as you like but I’ve got to help Javi finish getting his data and go home. It’s the only helpful thing I can do while I’m here.” 

“About that…” Tyler stroked her back and Meg’s stomach dropped.

“He’s not helping people…is he?” Tyler began to fill her in on all the dirty details of Storm PAR’s involvement with Marshall Riggs and how they took advantage of people in distress to fund their research. All her earlier fight left her body with a great sigh, broken defeat replacing it. “That’s it, I’m going home.” Meg tried to pull away but Tyler held her tight, “Ty.”

“I thought you said running wasn’t an option,” 

“Then call me a fuckin’ hypocrite and take me to the airport.” Meg pushed one more time but Tyler still didn’t budge. “You can’t hug me until I change my mind, Ty, it’s not gonna work.”

“Darlin’,” Tyler kissed her forehead again. “If you still feel that way in the morning, I’ll take you to the airport.” Meg expected to feel relieved but instead, she felt even more dejected.

“How’s it going in here?” Cathy came back through the doors, “You cooled down enough for dinner, Meggy?”

“I’m goin’ home tomorrow,” Tyler finally let her pull away, only for Cathy to take Meg’s face in her hands. A disapproving look on her face.

“Unless you’re talking about visiting your mama, I don’t want to hear it, honey.” She opened her mouth to argue but Cathy steamrolled right over her. “What you’re going to do is eat some dinner and get some sleep, then you’re going to finish putting your boot up my daughter’s ass and finish what all of you started. Do you hear me, young lady?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Cathy turned her gaze to Tyler, pointing at him,

“And you, she tries to run, you stop her.” 

“Already on it, ma’am.” 

“Good, knew I liked you. Now come on, let’s eat.” 

It took less than a minute being back in each other’s presence for the girls to make up, throwing themselves at each other. Hugging and tearfully apologizing to each other, much to Cathy’s amusement and Tyler’s visible relief. Besides her great aunt Meg’s cooking, Cathy’s cooking was Meg’s favorite, and Cathy kept scooping more food onto her plate until she was ready to burst. 

Then the stories started, Cathy was hell-bent on embarrassing both girls and Tyler was all ears, teasing them both. His hand was resting on Meg’s knee, tethering her to him like a lifeline. Things soured quickly the second Cathy brought up their old project, Kate storming off in the most polite way possible. 

“Tyler, why don’t you go read through their old research, it’s in the white binder with the cloud on it.” 

“I don’t want to push my luck with your daughter ma’am.” Meg patted his thigh, giving him the silent approval, “If you’re sure.” 

“Come on, honey, I’ll wash, you dry.” 

Meg turned on some 90s country music on her phone to fill the silence while they washed the dinner plates, Cathy was the one to break the silence.

“He seems like a good man, Meggy.” Cathy handed her a dish to dry.

“He is,” She agreed. “Don’t tell me my dad’s got you bettin’ on my wedding too.” Cathy gave a little shrug, failing to fight a smile. “Busy bodies, I swear.” 

“What? You expect us to see you with a cowboy gentleman, who seems to love storms as much as you do, and not hear wedding bells?” Meg groaned, taking another plate to dry. 

“At least tell me you’re not in on Rabbit’s pool.” The silence was deafening, “Cathy!” 

“Well, there is only one bed in the guest room.” She didn’t know who she wanted to strangle first, Cathy or Rabbit. “And you and Kate shouldn’t be sharing a twin bed, the guest room has a full.” 

“You’re killin’ me. So, when I wasn’t looking you pulled my bag outta Kate’s room and put it with Tyler’s? Is that what you’re tellin’ me?” 

“I’ve got a hundred bucks on it happening before the end of storm season and no one said I had to play fair.” 

“Dirty, no good cheater,” Meg mumbled. They then settled into silence again, finishing the rest of the dishes.

“Has Kate been chasing again? She said she wasn’t.” Meg hummed, drying off the last dish and putting it away in the cabinet.

“Javi asked us to come down and help him collect data.” God, things had seemed so much simpler only a few days ago. “So, yeah, we’ve been out chasin’ again.” 

“I’m proud of you for coming back, Meggy, proud of all of you.” Meg leaned against the counter, staring up at the ceiling. There was a red mark in the center from where Parveen had eaten a Babybel Cheese, rolled the wax into a ball, and tossed it around. The little wax ball had stuck to the ceiling, the wax never fully coming off.

“I don’t know if I’m back yet, Cathy.” She tossed the dish rag over her shoulder with a sigh. “I want to help people and as much as I love chasin’, it ain’t as helpful as my job back in New Orleans. Those people,” She thought of the last patient she had transported before leaving. A ninety-year-old woman with chest pains, she had told Meg her whole life story in the back of the rig. She wasn’t scared of dying, no, June Bishop was perfectly content. Miss June had lived a long life, she had gotten married young and had three sons, all of whom went to serve in the military, she had lost everything in Katrina like so many others, and had lived long enough to see all of her grandchildren, and one great-grandchild born. Meg had held her hand the whole way to the hospital. “Those people I can help in a tangible way. I mean, if Kate,” Tears pricked her dry eyes. “If we could finish what we started, I think that’s the only thing besides a funeral that could get me to come back.” 

Cathy gathered her up in a hug, both of them leaning against the counter. After some time passed, Kate came down from her room, and without a word she joined them in the embrace. A little while later, Meg shot off a text to Lily.

Meg: How’s everything going?

Lily: Boone’s a bit butt hurt but he’ll get over it - you?

Meg: Touch and go

Tyler seemed surprised to find Meg brushing her teeth in the bathroom attached to the spare bedroom when she spotted him in the mirror. 

“Not that I’m complaining but I figured you’d be sharing a bed with Kate,” Tyler leaned against the door jamb of the bathroom and there was something so domestic about the whole situation that caught Meg off guard. She’d had plenty of boyfriends over the years, none lasting more than a month before either she got tired of them or they got tired of her. Sleepovers with men weren’t something she was used to though, even in a relationship she liked to sleep alone, kicking her dates out at the end of the night.

“I did too,” She replied after spitting and rinsing her mouth. “I’ve got to wash my face if you want to get changed.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” He closed the door and when he was done, opened it again, watching her dry her face with a soft, pink towel. “Are you okay with the sleeping arrangements, darlin’, or should I take the couch?” 

“I’m fine if you are, I am going to give Cathy an earful for it in the morning though.” Tyler followed her to the bed, claiming the side closest to the door. 

“Sounds like there’s more to it than a lumpy couch.” 

“Oh, there is,” Meg huffed, relaxing into the pillows, breathing in the scent of air-dried laundry. “My family’s got all sorts of bets running on us and Cathy’s bein’ a cheat.” Tyler shifted onto his side and she could feel his eyes on her while she stared at the ceiling. 

“Bets that involve us sharing a bed?” 

“Yes, sir,” She drawled sarcastically, turning off the lamp on her side of the bed. “It’s embarrassin’.” 

“Well,” Tyler sighed, “I think if I’m being bet on, I should know what for.” Why? Meg closed her eyes. Why was her family like this?

“They bet on how long, Jesus Christ,” She took a deep breath, “They bet on how long it would take me to, and I quote, ride the cowboy.” Tyler, thank God, didn’t say anything but he did chuckle and she could feel his eyes on her. Meg wanted the bed to open up and swallow her whole, her face burning with embarrassment.

“And the other bet?” Meg took another long, deep breath before answering.

“They’re bettin’ on us getting married, Arkansas,” She flipped to face away from him. “Now go to sleep.” Tyler’s hand gripped her waist, flipping her to her other side so they were face to face. “I’m not talking about this, Ty.” 

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed,” He squeezed her hip, giving her a soft smile that made her heart beat like crazy. He was backlit by the lamp on his side of the bed, a soft, yellow light highlighting him in an angelic way. “You scrunch your nose like this,” He imitated her and he looked adorable. Meg giggled, bopping his nose.

“Stop, I’m trying to be mad and you actin’ sweet ain’t helping.” He shrugged,

“Well excuse me for not wanting my girl to be mad.” His girl. Those words weighed on her chest like a cat curling in for a nap, warm and comforting. 

“You are taking this whole thing about my family bettin’ on us having sex and getting married a little too well,” She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you not sayin’?” He blushed, rubbing circles into her hip with his thumb. “Tyler I-don’t-know-your-middle-name-Owens, tell me.” 

“Michael,” He muttered. Meg tilted his head up with two fingers under his chin. “That’s my middle name.” 

“And mine’s Marie, now spill it.” 

“There may or may not be a similar bet going with the group,” Of course there was. 

“Bet, as in singular?” He nodded, “Which one do they have goin’?” Tyler’s blush deepened.

“Well, darlin’,” Tyler sighed, smiling sweetly. “Boone’s been planning our wedding since you tried to pool the wool over my eyes when we first met.” He cupped her face and she mirrored him, her hand resting on his cheek. “So they’re betting on the other part.” There were two ways Meg could go with this conversation, serious or teasing, and she’d be damned if she did anything serious while wearing Kate’s Hello Kitty sleep pants from high school.

“Well,” Meg stroked Tyler’s stubbled cheek. “Tell Boone I want an October weddin’ and he’s welcome at it whether you’re there or not.” Tyler shook with laughter, tugging her so she was head first in his chest like they had slept the night before.

“Oh, I’m gonna be there, darlin’,” He kissed the top of her head. “Crying while your daddy walks you down the aisle to me.” So much for avoiding serious conversation. Meg expected to feel a sense of fear or at least anxiety thinking about marrying Tyler but instead, she found herself smiling. His cologne was lingering on his sleep shirt and he was oh so warm wrapped around her. She could see him standing at the altar all dressed up in a suit and tie, Boone behind him as best man, and Preacher beside him ready to officiate like he had promised to when she was little.

“Boone share any of these wedding plans with you?” Meg slipped her leg between his, bringing herself just a little bit closer to him. “Tell me everything.” Tyler began stroking her back.

“He wants to do it outside, said he thinks you’d like to be where you can see the sky.” Boone knew her well, that’s exactly how she wanted to get married, not inside of some stuffy church. “Dani’s picking out dresses she and Lily won’t mind wearing as your bridesmaids, they’ve got one for Kate too.” 

“Sounds like they’ve got the whole thing planned out. Lily in charge of the rings?” 

“Yes, ma’am. They even roped Ben into picking out table settings and invitations, he complains but is secretly over the moon.” Tyler’s hand moved to her hair, massaging her neck. Meg groaned, not realizing how much tension had been lingering there until that exact moment.

“That feels good, Ty.” She felt herself getting sleepier, relaxing more into Tyler’s hold with each passing moment. “Keep tellin’ me about our wedding.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” He kissed her hair again. “The biggest argument is what kind of flowers to get. Boone’s a romantic so he wants roses.” That made her giggle,

“Why ain’t I surprised?” 

“Shh, baby,” Tyler teased, kissing her hair again. “You’re supposed to be falling asleep.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do, Arkansas,” Meg sassed half-heartedly. Tyler’s ministrations paused for a moment before he gently pulled her head back by her hair. He was fixing her with one of those listen-to-me looks she’d seen on her mama’s face a thousand times before, his eyes the color of greenage before a big storm. Staring into them, she wondered if her favorite color had ever truly been yellow, or if it had been green all along and she just hadn’t found the right shade until now. 

“Darlin’,” His fingers tightened their grip just a little, giving Meg a jolt of pain that only brought pleasure. “Will you please hush that pretty little mouth of yours and let me talk?” She wanted to sass him again, see what he would do but when she opened her mouth nothing but a yawn came out. He must’ve taken that as a yes, bringing her face back into his chest. He was lucky he was cute enough to get away with manhandling her like that. “Dani’s vote is on sunflowers but Ben and Lily think that lilies would be better.” Meg made an inquisitive noise, wanting to know what Tyler thought. “I’ve got a soft spot for wildflowers, especially daisies. My mama used to keep a vase of them on the counter next to the window.” Meg snaked a hand under the back of his shirt, humming in approval. “I’ll take your freezing hands under my shirt as a yes to the wildflowers.” 

Tyler kept talking about color schemes and Dexter’s thoughts on what to cater for dinner. How Ben had insisted they have live music instead of a DJ and the way Boone wanted to use bandanas as pocket squares, all while Meg drifted off to sleep. 

She woke to her phone ringing, AC/DC’s Highway to Hell breaking the silence of the night. Tyler’s arms were firm around her waist making it hard for her to retrieve the device from the bedside table.

“Hey, Hot Stuff,” She groaned. Tyler didn’t budge from his position curled around her. The man, she was learning, could sleep like the dead. But she would bet he’d be wide awake if she even thought of the word tornado.

“Hey, Honey Buns. How’s the storm hunting?” Nick must’ve been grabbing beignets, she could hear the familiar sounds of Cafe du Monde in the background in the late hours of the night.

“It’s good,” She decided to keep the life and death details to herself for now, not in the right mindset for a lecture. “How’s my baby, you treatin’ her right?” 

“She’s purrin’ like a cougar in a college bar.” Meg chuckled, “Hadn’t heard from ya so I thought I’d check in. Cecilia misses you something awful.” Cecilia was Nick’s wife of seven years, an ER nurse at University Hospital. She and Meg would sometimes get lunch together when their days off aligned but Meg knew who was really missing her. 

“Yeah, I miss you too,” Nick laughed, commenting on her ego. “The storms out here have been crazy.” Just like she predicted, Tyler stirred.

“Storm? Is that Boone?” Meg rolled her eyes, kissing him on the chin.

“It’s just Nick, go back to sleep, Sweetie Pie.” And then he was out like a light, she shook her head at him.

“Meg Marie Harding, you’ve got a man in your bed?” Nick jokingly scolded her like an older brother. “You ain’t supposed to be doin’ that outta wedlock.” 

“Says the man who tried to set me up with that fire fighter who ended up having a wife.” 

“Not my finest moment, I’ll admit,” He chuckled. “Well, Honey Buns, I’ll let you get back to sinnin’.” 

“Meanin’ your order’s ready?” Nick hung up on her without answering and she laughed softly, choosing not to fight against Tyler’s hold, putting the phone under her pillow.

She’d be back in New Orleans soon enough, riding around in the rig with Nick, going wherever dispatch sent them. But for the first time, thinking about her life there didn’t feel right, her heart constricting the point of physical pain.

Meg traced Tyler’s jaw with her fingertips, then his nose, the arch of his brow, and his bottom lip, the pain getting worse with every second. Helping people was her job, one that she loved and felt called to, but the thought of leaving Tyler was breaking her heart.

“Tyler Michael Owens,” She whispered, watching for any signs that he was awake and seeing none. “I think I just might be fallin’ in love with you.” Meg pressed a feathersoft kiss to his lips, it lasted a second, maybe less, but she felt more in that split second than she had with any of the men Nick had set her up with in the past. 

“Again, baby,” Tyler whispered, eyes blinking open. “Please.” He sounded so needy and desperate, matching her own desire for him. Meg didn’t hesitate to brush her lips against his. Tyler tilted his head into the kiss, kissing her soundly, leaving not an ounce of doubt in her mind that she loved him. It had been less than a week but Meg felt like she had known him her entire life. He made her feel safe, comfortable, and seen. The way he held her at night and couldn’t keep his hand off her leg during the day, the way he listened to her like there was no one else around, and most importantly, the way he treated her with kindness and respect. “Nick okay?” Tyler asked once they came up for air, voice raspy.

“He’s fine, just checkin’ on me.” Tyler hummed, giving her a peck on the lips once, twice, three times more. 

“And how are you doing, baby?” 

“Never better,” Meg kissed his chest, snuggling back into what was quickly becoming her favorite sleeping position. 

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more dante pookie hcs plz its rare to see dante stans

on it bro I’m giving u mys and diaries hcs cuz why not we gotta be more annoying like laurence stans

Mystreet:

he gets Gene gifts every Father’s Day since from his perspective he was the one who raised him alongside his mom and was the only father figure he had :,)

Has like 12 guitars (this isn’t over-exaggerating)

started dyeing his hair blue after freshman year of HS, his natural hair color is black

he was a late bloomer so he looked more feminine while the others looked masculine and were developing quickly, Nana thought he was adorable which is why she dated him also at some point Zenix thought he was a girl 💀 after 16 he started developing quickly and becoming more masculine till he finished puberty at 20

grew up in Nashville before moving to the city pdh is located in then he went to college in Spain then he moved to wherever Mystreet is (still haven’t decided but its the USA).

has a masters degree in engineering, and has a great paying job which makes it easier for him to travel a lot, he always takes Gene and his friends/family with him though, he hatessss travelling alone

ages gracefully currently he’s 34 in my rewrite and he still looks 24 same goes to gene (but Mystreet seasons 1 - 3 takes place in their early 20’s and mid 20’s; which is the past I know it’s confusing but so is my head so yeah. If ur wondering seasons 4 - 6 don’t exist and never will be canon to me :))

pretty masculine but still uses makeup and “women’s” perfume / skin care doesn’t care tho

cooks really well but he’s not the best because Laurence is and no one else can compete

when he was dating nana he learned Japanese for her and can speak around 80% of it, basically he can hold up a long conversation he can also speak other languages:

English (obviously, American accent)

French 65% Spanish (Mexican dialect cuz he’s Mexican)

(Spain dialect, he learned the European dialect first then worked his way up to Mexican dialect, he can switch between dialects easily)

he can also understand some Portuguese :)

very picky with fast food, he prefers healthy food but he does like pizza

really calm and chill (unlike his canon version) opposite to Travis who’s extremely chaotic and messy

long hair and refuses to cut it

Eventually he does dye his hair back to black in his 30s after feeling like he damaged it (thankfully he didn’t and won’t be balding like dilfte 😇)

Favourite band is Metallica

nerd when it comes to astrophysics and astronomy

only ex he’s in good terms with is nana who he dated for a while in HS before they decided to mutually split up (no he never dated Nicole I hate that ship)

MCD:

Loves wolves and tames them he treats them like puppies even though they can rip apart peoples flesh :3

is 7’2… …. ..

insanely beefed up because bro ran a village all by himself for 15 years and trained hard everyday also he canonically beat both laurence and garroth in a fight after the timeskip he’s a beast

ambidextrous and can use both arms efficiently when it comes to combat and fighting

Dilfte rarely shows his face like how Garroth used to wear his helmet back in s1? it’s like that

Extremely gentle and cautious with his wife and kids because of his size

has 7 kids including Dmitri and naoki (so 5 other kids) yeah he been busy

in s2 he’s in his early/mid 30s but in s3 of MCD and afterwards he’s in his early/mid 40s

Still madly in love with his wife and still in that honeymoon stage

Unlike Nicole he let Dmitri pick who he wanted to live with and Dmitri chose Dilfte and Nana

Wraps injured people up in his cape and carries them in it

physically very strong slightly above garroth (if we’re counting physical strength and not magic)

as intimidating as he looks he’s super sweet and wouldn’t hurt a fly

likes to go on picnics with his kids and wife

Extremely supportive of his kids and very progressive (keep in mind this is the medieval ages so it was rare)

finds lizards intimidating

bisexual but he doesn’t know what it means all he knows is women and men are both hot

Moved on “quickly” from Nicole because they already were unhappy and distant before breaking up, for months he thought they’d break up the next day so he spent that time wallowing and grieving their relationship until she broke the news to him and left him alone, then he moved on with Nana 2 months later. Which isn’t even quick if we’re being historically accurate.

limits drinking and refuses drinking around any kids, not that he’d go crazy and hurt anyone but still he’s extremely cautious.

Dilfte is probably the only dad who wants his kids to surpass him in the series 💀 he’s very proud of them no matter what though

long hair he puts it up usually (balding and short haired dilfte/dante ur dead to me.)

beard

Still tried to talk to Gene using the amulet even after the incident, Gene would always listen but never respond.

thanks for fuelling the hyperfixation

[siriuslysmoking]

Break The Chain | Chapter 1

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain—

-Fleetwood Mac

“Y/n! Get up! Now! I won't ask again.” She heard from under her, Y/n’s mother, downstairs. Y/n groans rolling out of bed and stumbling to the closet. She grabbed the outfit she had stacked on the dresser from the night before and quickly changed into the tight green and white cheerleading outfit.

God how I hate this thing.

The girl tugged on her tennis shoes as she hopped towards the bathroom, she looked in the mirror and to be completely truthful, she wasn’t looking so hot. She pretty much looks like a zombie who just crawled out from their grave. She carefully put concealer under her under eye circles, painted dark mascara on her lashes and threw her hair up into a tight ponytail.

She assesses herself in the mirror and decides that this is the best that she can get today without missing her ride. Before she left her room she slid on her silver rings and put on her simple silver necklace. Racing down the stairs Y/n makes a quick stop in the kitchen grabbing her lunch and an apple when she hears a honk. Sighing as her mom turns from her place at the stove.

“I swear I need to get you an alarm clock that will pour water on you.” she rolls her eyes. Y/n quickly ties her shoes and grabs her brown bag from the small bench by the door, stuffing her lunch into it.

“Love you too.” She says as she opens the front door and sees Steve and Robin both sitting in his burgundy BMW that was parked in front of the house.

“Be safe.'' She hears her mom call out as she closes the door behind her, seeing Steve motion for her to hurry up. She doesn't reply to her mom as she runs to the car, Y/n opens the door and slides in next to Robin’s band hat.

“What the hell took so long.” Steve said as he pulled out of the neighborhood, she just shrugged and sat her backpack on her lap as she bit into her apple. The pair in the front of the car were talking about Steve’s love life, when were they not? Y/n stares out of the car windows and sees a large field of flowers, a type of field that would usually house some type of crop like corn, but not this one, it was filled with purple, yellow, white, and blue flowers. She appreciated the view, mostly when she wasn’t driving, she got to admire them more.

She got knocked out of her thoughts by Steve speaking, “And then there’s Hedi tomorrow night, but the problem with Hedi is that she’s going out of state for college.” Robin was listening as she was putting on mascara while he was talking. “Do I want to start another relationship that has no other point than just sex?” The two girls still haven't said a word, just listening to the 19 year old boy talk about his girl problems. “I mean, I don’t know. Does that make sense to you?” he said as she looked back at Y/n and then to Robin, noticing she was not paying attention. “Robin, are you listening?”

“Uh, yes.” Robin put her mascara away. Y/n started messing with her rings, twisting the one on her forefinger with her thumb.

“What did I just say?” Steve questions, not believing her.

“Something about sex with Linda.” Robin pointed out like she was a genius.

“No, I’m talking about Heidi!”

“Well cut me some slack, please.”Y/n started to chuckle in the back, they fought like siblings. “Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity. And it is seven in the morning and we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse.”

“You’re worried about a basketball pep rally? You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes? So?”

“We both know what this is about.” Steve started.

“It’s about Vickie.” Y/n sang.

“Absolutely not.” Robin said immediately.

“Yes it is. You know what else?” Steve agreed with Y/n

“I really don’t care.”

“I think you gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her. You just gotta be yourself.”

“That’s easy for you to say Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, or should I say ‘King Steve’.” Y/n smirked

“Not helping, Y/n.” Steve gritted through his teeth playfully.

“You’re literally quoting me to me, Steve. You do realize that right?”

“Well maybe you need to listen to yourself. You ever think about that, smartypants? I listened, look at me. Boom. Back in business.”

“It’s not the same.” Y/n and Robin said at the same time.

“Y/n,” She cringed, “you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I don’t pick sides.” Y/n held her hands up in surrender.

“Steve, you ask out a girl and she says no. big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego is bruised, but I ask out the wrong girl, and bam, I’m the town pariah.”

“Yeah, I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.” Steve continued his case.

“We just don't know that, do we?” Robin disagreed.

“She returned ‘Fast Times’ paused at fifty-three minutes, five seconds. You know who paused ‘Fast Times’ at fifty-three minutes, five seconds?” He paused, “People who like boobies, Robin.”

“Ew.” both the girls cringes at his choice of words. “ Gross! Don’t say boobies!

“Boobies.” Steve continued. “It’s not a big deal, I like boobies. You like boobies. Hell, pretty sure Y/n likes boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely. It’s boobies.”

Not long after, the trio arrived at Hawkins high with just enough time to spare. Steve dropped the two girls at the entrance to the gym. Robin called out for someone to wait for her as Y/n thanked Steve for the ride and went inside the gym. She quickly put her bag away in her locker and went into the girl locker room to get her pom poms. She raced into the gym where the rest of the cheer squad was waiting.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Y/n apologies.

“You’re all good, we’re just about ready to start.” Chrissy Cunningham spoke. Chrissy was always nice to Y/n even though not a lot of the cheer squad really accepted her into their group, Chrissy was always the glue, the middle ground. Y/n and Chrissy became really close this year, they would hang out after school, whenever they were both free. She would stop in where Y/n worked with her other friends and say hi, or eat lunch with them. Chrissy knew that Y/n would never shun her or judge her and Y/n knew the same. That’s why Chrissy was planning on telling her the certain predicament she was in. but after the Friday Pep rally.

Y/n made eye contact with Robin as she was standing in the band section with her fuzzy tall hat on. Whenever they did pep rallies they always made it a game to hold eye contact for as long as they could, it was always Y/n first, having to turn or do a handspring across the court. But this time it wasn’t Y/n, it was Robin, she was trying to sneak a glance at Vickie who stood next to her. Once their performance was done, Robin and Y/n made eye contact once more, she raised her eyebrows and nodded towards Vickie as if saying ‘talk to her.’

The cheerleaders walked towards the stands and sat on their knees as the players came out, running into a handmade banner that they had to make. Of course the first one to come out was Jason, the captain of the basketball team and Chrissy’s boyfriend. He’s a dick, total tool. Y/n never saw what Chrissy saw, she was way too good for him, but Chrissy only had good things to say about him, so Y/n let it slide.

“Good morning, Hawkins high!” Jason shouted into the microphone. “First off… Hey.” he quieted the crowd. “First off, I’d like to thank each and every one of you. Without your support, we wouldn't be here. Give yourselves a big hand.” Y/n’s mind wandered off, why did people call it a ‘hand’, like why couldn’t they call it an ‘applause’. Wait- why do they even call it an applause. She shook her head noticing she got off track. “And of course, of course. I have to give a special shout-out. To the best and prettiest fans of all time, the Tiger Cheer Squad! Chrissy…” he trailed off, patting the left side of his chest. “Chrissy, I love you, babe.”

The crowd ‘awed’ as Y/n cringed at the word ‘babe’, if a man ever called her ‘babe’ she would dump him so fast. A woman she would be okay with just because women are better.

“You know.” Jason started again. “I think I can speak for all of us when I say, it’s been a tough year for Hawkins. So much loss. Sometimes I wonder ‘how much can one community take?’ In dark days like this we need something to believe in. so, last night, when we were down by ten points at half to Christian Academy, I looked at my team, and I said ‘think of Jack. Think of Melissa. Think of Heather. Think of Billy.” Y/n straightened her back. “Think about our heroic chief of police, Jim Hopper. Think about every one of our friends that perished in that fire. What did they die for? For us to lose to some crap school?”

Fire. Y/n thought.

“No,” Jason spoke, as the crowd agreed, “for us to return home with our head hungs low in defeat? No! Let’s win this game. Let’s win this game for them.’ and that’s exactly what we did!”

Y/n looked around the crowd, seeing them all cheer, she locked eyes with Robin, Robin gave Y/n a small smile, which Y/n returned but Robin did notice that it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“We embarrassed those candy-asses in their own house, and now tonight, tonight, we’re gonna bring home the championship trophy!” Y/n raised her eyebrows as the crowd cheered. This is bullshit. She thought.

A few hours later Y/n sat in trigonometry class, they weren’t doing anything that would give them points since it was the day before spring break, they were doing this simple packet but, let’s be honest, not one person was actually doing it. Y/n sat near the back of the class, drawing random things she thought of on her math packet with her leg bouncing up and down. Suddenly Y/n felt a sharp pain in her head, she haphazardly dropped her pencil and it fell to the ground with a soft ‘thud’, she messily grabbed her things and stumbled out of the classroom as quickly as she could. She tried to leave the room unnoticed and for the most part she did, at least she thought she did. She could barely see, the banging in her head felt as if something was trying to fight the constraints on her mind.

Screaming.

Fighting.

She stumbled into the girls bathroom and dropped her bag onto the tiled floor, her hands gripping the white sink, until her knuckles turned yellow. She put her head underneath the sink and had a drink of water, but with no avail it didn’t help.

She pulled her wavy hair out of the tight cheerleading ponytail hoping, praying that it would help. She leaned up against the cold brick wall of the bathroom and slid to the room, putting her head between her legs and burrowing into herself in a fetus position. When she felt something wet on her knee she looked up for the first time in five minutes.

Blood.

She touched her nose seeing where it had come from, the warm crimson blood tainted her fingers and her upper lip. It wasn’t until the bell rang that her head stopped throbbing, the monster in its cage decided to give up on fighting for freedom. For now.

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school’s over so back on the fanfic grind (a grind i have not openly shared on the internet since like. 2018), unsure if this is an idea to continue but i am thinking so hard... about the difficulties of the healing process. really gotta purge that poison

. . .

“Hello, this is… Hajime Hinata. The date is… I have no idea what the date is. It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 24 seconds since we woke up from the Neo World Program.”

“…I don’t know why I said it like that. It’s been about two weeks.” 

“Uhh… I’m not sure what to say here, really. Naegi—Makoto, that is—told me this would be a good way to get my thoughts down. That way if there’s anything I forget, or anything I want everyone to know after… Well, I don’t think I can really forget anything. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”

“Sorry there are so many quiet gaps. I’m trying to think about what I want to say... I guess I’ll start with the facts, and we can go from there. I was the first person to wake up, and then Sonia. Kazuichi took a few hours longer, he was so… his limbs were so scarred. I could barely tell the healthy tissue apart from all of the burns and cuts. When he got out, he just kept screaming and crying, he just kept—“

“Akane was next, but she was barely a shell, too weak, so Makoto put her back under for a few more days before waking her up. She wasn’t in the pod though, we—they moved her to a hospital bed in a different room. This facility really has everything. You wouldn’t believe the scale of the medical equipment, Tsumiki would love it—“

“Basically, Akane woke up a week after Kazuichi, technically, and then we put her into a medical coma for a while. We as in… I didn’t do that. I mean, I did, but it didn’t feel like me.”

“Actually, I never feel like… me. I don’t know who me is supposed to be now. I’m still him—I mean, I’m still me—but I’m not me— fuck, this doesn’t make any fucking sense, I just can’t— Sonia, don’t touch me—“

“…”

“…I want my mom. I don’t remember the last time I wanted my mom. I don’t even… remember my mom, anymore.”

“…Patient 5, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. We plan to wake him from his induced medical coma today, following complications from his enucleation operation directly after awakening from pod sleep. There was an infection at the area of operation and I deemed it too dangerous to continue until it was cleared. Naegi had some objections, but his background is not medical, and does not always need to be taken into account. Patient 4 will simply have to wait.”

“He still has the damn thing.”

“…they all do.”

“Alter Ego, end recording.” Hajime slumped back against his chair, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. It was a newly acquired habit, one always accompanied by the feeling of missing something, like there wasn’t enough hair to run through his fingers. He hated it. Hated thinking that it wasn’t newly acquired at all, that whoever he was in the past few years did it all the time. 

That hadn’t gone nearly as well as he’d liked. These voice diaries were supposed to be records so they could explain things easier to the others once they all woke up, something to jog their memories. Privately, he was sure that Makoto had asked him to make them more for his own sake, as if they’d help somehow with all of the different thoughts running through his brain all of the time. If he spoke them out loud, then somehow they’d disappear. It was the compromise they’d settled on after Hajime had refused to attend Future Foundation-provided therapy. Most of the time they turned out exactly like this, not suitable for anyone’s ears except his own. 

Makoto was an idiot. Talking about it wasn’t going to stop the constant streams of thought in his brain, analyzing every thing and every action around him, picking apart the movements of his friends and their slight changes in tone, detecting every potential threat and every potential weapon for killing someone—fuck.

He was so tired of dreaming up all the ways people could die. His rare moments of sleep were already haunted by spears and giant Tetris blocks, by fire and poison and terrified faces. He didn’t need more deaths on his mind, constant echoes of terrors of his own creation. 

Sitting up properly, he stretched his arms out before standing up to examine his half of the room. At least two people kept watch in the pod room at all times, waiting for anyone to wake up next and making sure nobody died. It reminded him of the hospital in the simulation, someone always watching over Akane and Ibuki and—

An alarm beeped and Sonia, on the other end of the room, startled awake in her own chair. She had stayed on that side after Hajime shoved her away earlier, eventually drifting to sleep by Gundham’s pod. It was the one she stared at the most, blue eyes alight with grief and fury, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was better off than Hajime, at least. One of his eyes stayed empty. Makoto had warned him that she shouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time with Gundham, but he could never bring himself to pull her away. Clearing his throat, he waited for the former princess to look up towards him. 

“Shift change. You should go sleep in an actual bed, I can wait for Kazuichi and Makoto if you want to go on ahead.” She shook her head, fingers trailing over the glass coffin holding the Ultimate Breeder. 

“No, that’s alright. You’ve been here long enough, you need to rest before Fuyuhiko. It’s only a few more hours away. Besides, I…” Sonia trailed off, gaze shifting to the pod next to Gundham’s, covered with a sheet. Everyone had to be checked on, but there was just one person Hajime couldn’t stand to see. The only person in the room that caused his dead eye to come to life. 

He couldn’t identify the emotion, but it had to be hate. It had to be, right?

At least he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it. Everyone had someone they couldn’t look at in this room, couldn’t face directly. Hajime was just the only one weak enough to require a sheet covering the pod. The only one who couldn’t be controlled if he had a fit of anger, or worse—one of despair. 

Swallowing back bile, he nodded, making a quick exit from the room to the quarters right next door. A large room had been set up with beds and necessities for them, the six that were here and constantly switching out. Kyoko had suggested separate rooms, but after multiple nights of Kazuichi sneaking into his room or Sonia screaming in her sleep from across the hall, Hajime had fought for them to all be together. Makoto, almost with a child-like excitement, had insisted that he, Kyoko, and Aoi stay there too. 

The lucky student in question had been sitting on the floor cross-legged when he walked in, laptop resting on a knee while he glared down at the screen. A glare from Makoto wasn’t usually all that effective, but whatever he was seeing seemed to be genuinely pissing him off. If Hajime had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered disturbing the younger. Still, someone had to go fill in for him with Sonia until Kazuichi took over for her. The mechanic was nowhere to be seen—probably sitting at Akane’s bedside, as usual. Tapping Makoto gently on the shoulder, Hajime waited for him to look up from the email he had been so focused on. 

“Oh, you’re back! Has it been six hours already? I didn’t even notice.” It wasn’t a long time to spend watching the pods, but Aoi had insisted. They had three pairs switching out, and she didn’t want anyone spending more time in the pod room than they did outside of it, in the fresh air and the real world—or so she said. Hajime was sure it had more to do with her growing concern for the five of them, Kyoko and Makoto included. While they hadn’t been in the program nearly as long, they still seemed just a bit too pale to her. As for himself, Sonia, and Kazuichi… Aoi had never known them before, but worried nonetheless about irreparable damage. 

“Yes, I’m back. Will you find Kazuichi and tag Sonia out? She’s just finishing check-ups.” The shorter nodded, shutting his laptop and standing from his seat on the floor. “Everything alright?”

“It’s just Byakuya, he’s facing some problems bringing the medical equipment we need over to the island. The Future Foundation doesn’t see the need to care for some of the pre-existing conditions your class has, they’re just barely allotting enough supplies for taking care of the… last bits of Junko. It’s like you aren’t even humans to them, they just have no empathy!” Makoto rubbed his temples, forcing a weak smile onto his face. It hadn’t escaped Hajime that the bright-eyed boy that they had met in the final trial and the tired man before him right now seemed so far apart from each other. Because of us—because of me. 

“We aren’t human to them.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “But we are to you. You’re the best of them, Makoto. I know you’ll work things out.” The younger’s smile twisted, not exactly happy, and he nodded in response. 

“Right. The Ultimate Hope, that’s me. I have to be able to fix this.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, not meaning that at all, but Makoto was already walking out of the room to take over watch duties. That had gone… stunningly bad. Whatever part of his soul had been able to produce hope for the others in the Neo World Program had been hiding, his mind and body too used to the actions and words of another. Another who had no idea how to give someone hope for the future, much less comfort someone just the slightest bit. All Hajime seemed to be good at these days was making things worse. 

A warmth squeezed around his hand, like someone urging him to stop thinking, and he yanked it away from—from nothing. There was nobody there. He just needed to get some rest before Fuyuhiko’s surgery today. 

Two beds remained empty, waiting for their last members. Akane was awake, but still too weak to leave her hospital bed, and Fuyuhiko would join them today. Hopefully. Sitting on his own perfectly made bed, he wondered if all of the remnants would end up sharing a room for the rest of time. The three of them awake so far had their nightmares, some worse than others, and it was impossible to imagine the rest being able to sleep easy after all that had happened. It was too easy to imagine everyone around the room, as if their spaces were already there waiting for them. Glancing around, Hajime could imagine each and every one of them smiling at him, if he could just bring them all back, if he could just wake them up. 

A flash of pink and white hair danced at the corner of his eyes, a gentle smile and a false one, and he slammed his head down on the bed, covering his vision with a pillow. Sleep now, hypotheticals later. Hypotheticals that could never, ever be reality anyways. It was dangerous to get lost in thoughts of a happy ending. 

He didn’t deserve an ending just yet. There was too much to fix. 

[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Four: Written Scene #2: Cousins

Again, please excuse the tense inconsistency 😅

Percy pops his head over the side of the Argo II looking for Annabeth and, upon seeing two massive, muscled dudes standing with her, launches himself over the railing and lunges for Dean, knocking him to the ground and holding Riptide to his throat. Percy snarls and glares down at him with his patented Wolf Stare.

“Stand back or I slit his throat,” Percy growled and shifted his gaze to lock eyes with Sam, who stepped back quickly and held his hands up. “Annabeth, are you alright?” Percy asked, though he did not look away from Sam.  

Annabeth just rolled her eyes. “Percy, it’s alright,” she said. “Would you put your sword away? This is Sam and Dean.”  

Percy’s eyes widened and he scrambled off Dean. He stowed Riptide and hauled Dean back to his feet in one smooth motion.  

“Shit, sorry, dude,” Percy said with his customary crooked grin. He rubbed the back of his neck and his smile turned sheepish. “I wanted to make a better first impression,” he laughed and shook his head. “I’m excited to meet you guys! My mom didn’t tell me much, but from what she did say and learning about all the other nightmarish shit out there, well, you guys sounded really cool.”  

Sam and Dean were a little too stunned to respond immediately, still reeling from the whiplash of Percy’s complete one-eighty from murderous intent to sweet smiley kid.  

Sam recovered first. “No worries, kid. With lives like ours, you can’t afford to ask questions. We’ve made our fair share of ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ entrances.” He grinned and offered Percy his hand. “I’m Sam, and I would love you to show me how you put my brother on the ground so fast.”  

Percy laughed. “I’d be happy to after all this is over,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the Argo II. “I’d ask if you guys wanted to join us and help defeat Gaea, but I don’t think the prophecy would take kindly to that.”  

“What is the prophecy, anyway?” Dean asked, finally over his shock enough to speak.  

Percy winced. “Not pretty, that’s for sure,” he sighed. “Seven halfbloods shall answer the call / To storm or fire the world must fall / An oath to keep with a final breath / And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.”  

Dean let out a low whistle and Sam cursed under his breath.  

“Gaea is rising, and so are her children, the giants. They’ve chained the doors of death, so monsters aren’t staying dead like they should. We have to free the doors and stop the giants’ plan to raise the earth mother.” Annabeth said.  

“How?” Sam asked incredulously. “I mean, that’s . . .” he trailed off, unsure how to even finish that sentence.  

“We don’t know yet,” Percy said with a shrug. “That tends to be how it goes. Things usally only start to make sense when we’re in the thick of it. It can be annoying, but when you’re a demigod, you just gotta learn to roll with the punches.”  

Suddenly a voice called out from aboard the Argo II.  

“Percy! Annabeth! We gotta go! Quit chatting with the hired muscle numbers one and two!”  

Percy turned around to wave dismissively at the curly haired kid leaning over the boat’s railing. “Yeah, yeah!” he called. “We’re coming, Leo! But cut me some slack! I was just possessed by a weird spirit and these are my cousins that I didn’t know existed! Figured I should say hello before we head off to our almost certain deaths!”  

Leo yelled something back in Spanish that made Percy cackle before turning back to them.  

“Well, guess we better get back to the ship before Leo decides to take off without us. We’ll have to meet up again if we make it out of this alive, yeah?” Percy smiled at them before grabbing Annabeth’s hand and heading back to the ship.  

Sam and Dean watched as the ship disappeared before turning to each other with identical incredulous expressions. “What the fuck,” they exclaimed in unison and then busted out laughing.  

“Shit, that was really scary, but also kinda funny,” Sam said as his laughter calmed down. “I mean, he had you laid out faster than either of us could track!”  

Dean groaned. “I can’t believe he took me out so easily! I mean, yeah, we’re close to the same height and he definitely solid muscle under there, but he’s still so small! How the hell did he pin me like that?” Dean threw his hands up in the air and turned around to stalk back toward the impala.  

Sam snickered. “He did have a sword at your throat,” he pointed out.  

“Yeah, but I know how to get out of a hold like that! I’ve done it before!” Dean whirled around to glare at his brother. “I couldn’t move, okay? Kid’s strong as hell, and not just with his godly-mojo-stuff. I mean, Annabeth got it cleared up quick, but I tried to flip us over or buck him off, and I could hardly even twitch!”  

Sam’s eyes widened. “Wait, for real?” he gasped.  

Dean nodded.  

So Dean and Sam have a bit of a crisis lmao while the seven are off to Rome.  

Back on the ship, Percy has his head buried in Annabeth’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I attacked them,” he bemoans himself. “They probably hate me now,” he wails and Annabeth just rubs his back consolingly while she tries not to laugh. 

They carry on.

This scene is short, but some real doozies are coming your way, don't worry.

[apomaro-mellow]

The Bright Side S01E03: Brace Yourselves

S01E02

Steve was watching some mindless tv when El came through the front door, bags in hand from the mall.

"Someone was busy", Steve commented as she placed them right on the coffee table.

"I went to the mall!", she exclaimed, exuberant.

"Clearly. Whatjda get?"

"I got some shirts, some new scrunchies, I'm basically revamping my whole wardrobe. Max said I should've when we moved."

Steve nodded along as he watched her take more stuff out of bags. He noticed two new bracelets on her left wrist. And then another two on the other.

"New accessory?"

"Some guy at a kiosk was selling them. And I couldn't say no."

"You gotta be careful around those kiosk guys. They're ruthless", Steve said. "Remember when me and Robin worked at a keychain kiosk?"

El got a haunted look in her eyes. "I'd never seen her so aggressively nice. But they're cute right?"

"Yeah. Cute. Just make sure you avoid their eyes. We kiosk folk can smell weakness."

"Aren't you working at a gas station now?"

"Once a kiosk guy, always a kiosk guy."

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"You're still wearing that?", Max asked when El showed up to school with one of the four bracelets she had bought that weekend.

"I think it's a nice bracelet. And I don't have a ton of accessories."

"You know what that means? More mall time", Max decided.

"Hey El", Mike greeted. "Nice bracelet."

"Thanks", El blushed.

"Yeah, I really like the color, uh green."

"Smooth", Will rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I'll get more. They've got a ton of colors", El beamed.

"Cool", Mike said.

"Cool", she said.

"Okay, since we're all cool, how's about we get to class?", Lucas cut in before either one could trip over their words.

"I'm right behind you", Will said.

The bell rang and the whole group went into their classroom. El was determined to get more bracelets if Mike liked them so much.

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After school, Jim and Hopper were in the living room, taking some planks out of a box when Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will all walked in without even knocking.

"Hello children who don't live here", Jim greeted.

"Where's El? Didn't she walk home with you guys?", Steve asked.

"No, she said she was gonna stop by the mall before coming back", Dustin said as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"What are you guys doing?", Mike asked.

"Putting together a shelf", Steve answered as he removed the last piece from the box.

Will's eyes narrowed a bit. "Is this because of what my mom said?"

"No/Yes", Jim and Steve both answered at the same time.

"Little Miss Byers seems to think I can't put together a shelf as good as this Bob guy", Jim said, basically contradicting himself.

"It is a pretty nice shelf", Will said. "Now Jonathan had a place for his camera stuff."

"Yeah, well I can beat that", Jim said.

"I don't know", Steve took out the instructions and began looking through it. "This looks...not easy. Where'd you get this thing?"

"New place. Ikea", Jim said as he grabbed one piece. "It's a shelf. I don't need instructions. Just hand me that other piece."

Steve did as he was told and Jim started to hammer away at the shelf parts.

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Meanwhile, El was by the kiosk again, looking at the different selection of rubber bracelets. Not only were there several colors, but many of them combined colors. She wondered what Mike liked other than green. Maybe he'd like blue? Or yellow?

"Please tell me you're not thinking about which one Mike would like", Max said, arms crossed.

"What if I am?"

"He's a boy. And boys don't notice when girls do things for them."

El's face screwed in thought. "Like that time you wore your hair in a ponytail and Lucas didn't say anything?"

"Exactly! I spent like ten minutes getting it just right only for him to not notice! I was in the bathroom forever!"

"10 minutes is forever?"

"It's long enough. And too long for a guy who doesn't notice details. Like Mike."

"Mike noticed today though. Maybe he'll notice a new one. And maybe bracelets can be my thing."

"They most certainly can", said the employee, waiting for the right moment to strike. "These kinds of bracelets can make a statement. But if you want something more versatile..."

Some time later, El came through the door, five bracelets on each wrist and a suspiciously large plastic bag in her hand. All eyes turned towards her.

"...Whatcha got there?", Steve asked.

"Just some...stuff. Whatcha got there?", she gestured to whatever Steve and Jim were doing.

"Building a shelf!", Jim shouted from underneath a pile of shelf pieces.

"You know, eventually", Steve added.

"Why are you guys here?", El asked the boys.

"Enjoying the show", Lucas answered.

"Also, we agreed to hang here after school", Dustin said.

Will nodded. "Yeah what took you so long?"

"I was getting more bracelets."

"Well, we gotta be getting home now", Mike said. "Good luck with the shelf?"

"I don't need luck I'm an expert craftsman", Jim said.

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The next morning, El jingled down the stairs, having evolved from rubber bracelets to beaded ones with charms.

"When Hopper said he needed to put a bell on you, I don't think that's what he meant", Steve said, already in the kitchen getting breakfast together.

"Where is he anyway?", El asked.

Steve pointed through the entryway towards the living room. El poked her head out and saw Jim sitting in his chair, staring pensively at an indescribable arrangement of wood that was supposed to be a shelf. El quietly went back into the kitchen.

"When did he get up?", she whispered.

"I don't think he went to sleep last night", Steve confessed.

El mouthed 'wow' and Steve nodded.

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Steve was in the middle of ringing up a customer while Robin restocked the candy.

"Okay, I've see another bag of Skittles I'm gonna puke the rainbow. Your turn to restock the shelves", she said.

"If I see another shelf I'm gonna puke. And it's not gonna be rainbows", Steve said.

"Your dad still hasn't finished the one he started. Hasn't it been days?"

Like on cue, the phone for the gas station rang. Steve answered it.

"Steve? Come home, I've had a breakthrough. But I need four hands for this."

Steve let out a sigh. "Four whole hands?"

"Today is the day this gets finished. I can feel it."

Jim hung up and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Robin walked over to the register.

"Uh, hey, isn't that your sister and her friends?"

Steve looked up to see El walking in the direction of home with another heavy looking back, bracelets up to her forearms and a few on her ankles as well. And if his eyes were deceiving him, some threaded friendship bracelets held her hair up. Steve held up a finger.

"One family member break down at a time."

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Steve was aching and tired and Jim was sweating and the shelf was nowhere near being done.

"What are we even building anymore? A bedframe? A tv stand? I can't remember."

"It's a shelf and it's getting done whether it likes it or not", Jim said, holding his hammer threateningly at the object.

"You guys are obsessed", El said from the couch. The bracelets now went up to her elbows, up her calves, and there were even some tied to her belt. Rubber, beaded, threaded, charms and all.

"El...has anyone told you about your bracelets?", Steve asked.

"Mike said he liked my green one."

"Which one?", Jim asked, looking at her like it was his first time seeing her.

"Ummm, it'sss...it's around here somewhere", El said as she looked up and down her arms, moving other bracelets out of the way.

"I think you could stand to lose a few", Steve said.

"But bracelets are my thing!"

"Is not-standing your thing too?", Jim asked.

"I can stand!" El suddenly got to her feet but with her equilibrium off, she teetered before falling back onto the couch. "Well! Can you stand? You've been up for nights trying to build that thing."

Jim immediately shot up to his feet only to just as immediately fall face first onto the ground.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Hop?"

"I'm callin' it quits with this shelf."

"Okay."

"Steve?"

"Yeah, El?"

"I think I should call it quits with these bracelets."

"Okay."

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"You don't need to ask Mr. Bob to fix it", Jonathan said as he snapped pictures of the mess of pieces. "It's actually a pretty good commentary about progress at the expense of tradition."

"Uh, yeah. Either way, make sure he makes it over here. I want a shelf. Not art", Jim said, swirling his coffee around. "What's happening out there?", he asked, gesturing to the backyard.

"A holy ceremony", Jonathan said cryptically.

All of the kids stood around El and Erica Sinclair.

Lucas stood as an officiator. "Do you, El Hopper, agree to relinquish all ownership over these accessories and transfer all titles?"

"I do", El said.

"And do you, Erica Sinclair, promise to care for these bracelets, so long as they are in your possession?"

"I do", Erica replied.

"Then let the transfer be done", Lucas ordered.

El and Erica shook hands. Then El slid all the bracelets on that arm onto Erica's. She did the same to the other arm. And then pushed a cardboard box with the rest towards her.

"What're you even gonna do with all those?", Dustin asked.

"Turn a profit", Erica said as she picked up the box. "Girl scouts go crazy for these things."

Episode 4

[exclusivecolette]

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

PT.2

(make sure you read pt.1 first.) Not proofread, long chapter

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush

TW: ‼️ABUSE‼️, cussing, more in further chapters.

I had on jeans, a crop top, and a flannel over. I even curled my hair. I hate curling my hair. Am i curling it for someone? “Come on we’re leaving” Charlie came in. “okay i’m coming” i say standing up and putting down my mascara. I go out to the car and luckily my mom was driving. “who did you get all ready for?” she asked suspiciously while pulling out of the driveway. “no one mom” i sit back looking away from her. I was still mad about her telling dad.

“okay i shouldn’t have told him-“ she started “mom i really don’t wanna relive it so if you could just drop it” i say still not looking at her. i hate her so much.

-

While i’m sitting in the bleachers reading i hear the boys start to come out. Fuck i can’t see him “can we sit closer mom i can’t see charlie” i say closing my book. “your gonna watch?” she asked surprised but agreed and we went down.

I spotted him the exact moment he spotted me. He smiled at me then waved. I had my hand up getting ready to wave when my mom grabbed my hand “who’s that?” she asked and i jerk my hand back. “no one mom” i roll my eyes looking away.

-

matt started skating my way then quickly turned around to be focused. Standing right in front of me i couldn’t help but stare. He turned his head at me and smirked before skating off toward the puck. “why are you blushing” my mom asked. I roll my eyes angrily “mom please” i put my head in my hands.

-

The looks and smirks he kept sneaking to me were driving me inside. At the end of the game when everyone was celebrating the win i saw matt walk off. “hey mom i gonna go to the bathroom before we leave” i say and she nodded and all her attention went back on my brother.

“hey” i jog up to him and he stopped and instantly started smiling. “hi. i saw you were actually paying attention today” he laughed. “yeah i wanted to look for you-“ i stopped instantly god why did i say that!? “not like in a creepy way” i say quickly to defend myself “i know what you meant” he softly hit the side of my shoulder.

“you did great today. i don’t know how it works but it looked like you were doing a good job.” i smile looking away then i saw him smile and say “well thank you.” then he slightly moved a piece of hair out of his face but it fell back “here” i stand on my tip toes and move it away fully so it didn’t fall again.

“there you go” i smile and he was just staring at me like he was in an trance. “hey um-“ my phone dinged interrupting him. “sorry one sec” i pull it out and look. My mom texted “where r u hurry up” i felt a weight kinda get put on my chest. “i’m sorry i gotta go matt” i say putting my phone back into my pocket.

“what we’re you gonna say” i ask feeling bad for cutting him off. “i can tell you tomorrow” he said looking away. “no just text me” i say smiling

“i don’t have your number” he said confused “u don’t? give me your phone.” he handed it to me. “don’t text me, just call me tonight at like 9 and if i ever block you just know it had something to do with parents or something” i explain while typing it. “okay sounds great” he said and started walking “bye matt” i say quickly “bye” he said and left.

I walk out to the car and see my mom and she immediately asked “what took so long?” she asked pulling out “ran into scarlet” i look away from her “give me your phone” i give it to her. We were at a stop light and she picked it up. matt don’t be stupid please. She checked it and found nothing.

“just ran into scarlet like i said” i mumble. “don’t make me-“ i cut her off “tell my father? mom that’s the only card you know how to pull because you know what he does to me.” she was silent “what are you talking about” charlie asked confused and a bit worried.

“mom what AM i talking about?” i ask looking at her and she just had her jaw clenched as she ignored me. “gabby what are you-“ charlie started again. “stop with the questions it’s none of your business charlie” the rest of the car ride was silent.

-

“can you pass the plate char” i ask “yeah ofc” he said and handed it to me. “i have to talk to you later” i say to him quietly but it didn’t do much considering the table was silent. “i need to talk to you too gabby” my dad said. shit my fucking snitch ass mom i glare at my mom and back to him before looking back down. “i have a lot of homework” i lie not looking up.

“you can make time” he said nonchalantly. “i’m not hungry” i sit back in my chair “but you barely ate” charlie said. “yeah well i can see the next 20 minutes and i’ve lost my appetite” i say pushing my chair in and my father glared at me. “what are you talking-“ i kiss his head quickly “goodnight charlie” i say and go to my room.

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i waited, and waited, and waited. I pick up my phone. It was almost 9. i kinda hope he calls right at 9 like the second the hand hits the 12. I turn on my tv and watch a little before my phone started ringing. I pick it up forgetting matt was supposed to call.

“hello?” i ask “hey” i heard his voice. “i totally forgot for a second you were supposed to call” i laugh slightly. “congrats on the game tonight really” i add “thank you gabby really” he paused “you sound-“ he paused “like tense are you okay” i didn’t say anything then took a deep breath “my dads talking to me tonight and i’m just- i’m really not looking forward to it” i say quietly “oh” he said with a sorta confused voice.

“but um you had something to tell me earlier” i say moving on with the subject “oh i actually had something to ask” he said nervously. “yeah anything” i say. “so um” he stuttered “spit it away” i giggle “you were talking to me about that scary movie today” he started “oh yeah” i say remembering. “would u maybe- um- can i take you?” he asked and i paused.

omg matt sturniolo just asked ME on a date. I didn’t talk to him much but today. “if not-“ he started nervously “no matt yeah i mean- yeah” i laugh. “oh okay cool” he said in relief. “when” i ask “um tomorrow at 9.” he said “i can pick you up” he added. “oh” i say trying to think. “is that not okay?” he asked quickly. “no it’s um, i’ll figure it out.” i heard footsteps toward my room.

“yeah scarlet” the door opened “i’ll see you tomorrow-“ i lied. I stand up seeing my dad. “so i wanted to talk you” he sat on my bed. “what the fuck do you think telling your younger brother will do huh?” he said getting angry. “i didn’t tell hi-“ he slapped me across the face, the previous bruise making it hurt to bad. “omg” i yell standing away from him.

Tears started brimming my eyes. “at least hit me somewhere else” i yell “keep your voice down” he hit the top of my head clenching his jaw. “i didn’t tell charlie anything maybe if you didn’t hit me-“ he got closer and put is hand on my wrist jerking me closer to him “so your moms lying?” he scoffed “yes dad ask cha-“ he hit my so hard almost like punch.

I couldn’t take the pain, i started to feel lightheaded. I fell against my wall. My eyes began heavy. I felt him jerk me back up “get up” in echo said. Then a blur of the door opening “dad.” i heard then It went black.

maybe it was the fact she hadn’t ate all day, or the lack of water she’d also had, or it was the lack of sleep, or just maybe her dad hit her too hard on top of all these problems.

[literaryoblivion]

Abandoned WIP-SuperWolf Crossover

I’ll tag them with #my abandoned WIPs to organize it. If you see any and are so inspired by any of these to either create you own or finish, PLEASE tag me! I’d love to see if someone was able to take it and run with it since it stalled out for me.

SuperWolf Crossover AU with #Destiel & #sterek where Dean and Stiles are demons, and Cas is a hunter, and Derek is still himself (it would've followed events of TW S1 to a certain extent)

(A/N: This was meant to be a Supernatural/Teen Wolf crossover AU w/ both #destiel & #sterek. Demon!Dean is training brand new demon!Stiles how to be a demon. It would've followed the events of TW S1 only Stiles would know everything was supernatural & they'd recruit Hunter!Cas to help)

“Really?” Dean says with a look of pure disdain at the teenager standing before him. 

“What?” the kid replies, his mouth in a little smirk. 

“Of all the people you could possess, you pick some snotty brat high schooler?”

“If you think about it, it’s kind of fitting doncha think? If I’m going to demon school, might as well look the part, yeah? Besides, this kid is a genius, and all this kid has is a dad, which is a lot better than the little brother you made your guy leave behind all those years ago.”

Dean narrows his eyes because even though he could care less about the brother, with every mention of him the man inside screams, and it gives him a headache. It’s been a long while, and Dean and the man whose life he hijacked have grown to accept each other.

But with every slight indication of Sam, the man’s brother, he decides to flare up, which is really annoying if Dean’s being honest. “Whatever. This kid have a name or you going to make one up?”

“He goes by Stiles, and I kind of like it, so I’m keeping it. He’s pretty cool. We’re pretty similar, you know? I think he’s starting to get used to me.”

Dean clears his throat. “Alright, Stiles, Demon 101 first lesson. Tap into his mind to access information and background history, but you can’t let yourself go too much or he could overtake you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Stiles closes his eyes in concentration to perform the task. 

“Okay, whaddya got? Who’re his friends? Family? Hobbies?” 

His eyes still closed, Stiles starts spouting off information, “Goes to Beacon Hills High School, where his favorite subject is English. He’s had a crush on a girl named Lydia with strawberry blonde hair since middle school, but she doesn’t give him the time of day. His best friend is named Scott, and they are both on the school lacrosse team, but Stiles always ends up on the bench. 

“Man, poor kid. It is a good thing I came along to help him out. When I’m through, he’s going to be the star player and get the girl!” 

“Stiles, focus,” Dean says, a little exasperated.

“Well, I mean it’s the least I can do right? That’s cool, yeah? That’s allowed? Helping the possessee out a little?” Stiles opens his eyes, solid black pupils reflecting the street lamp nearby, and looks up at Dean.

Dean rolls his eyes. “You can do whatever you want. If you want to feel better about yourself, fine. Can we get back to…” he says waving his hand for Stiles to continue with the lesson.

“Oh, right. Okay, umm let me see here. He had a mom, but she died of cancer when he was younger. His dad is the town sheriff, and he likes playing video games especially this fantasy one online—“ 

“What did you say?” Dean shouts, cutting him off.

“It’s some roleplaying game where they battle mythical—“ 

“NO. Not the stupid game. Did you just say this kid’s dad is the Sheriff?!” 

“Oh… ummm yes? In my defense, I did not know that ‘til just now.”

Dean rubs his hand over his face. “You idiot. Not only do we have to worry about hunters tracking us, now we gotta worry about cops! That face,” Dean points to Stiles, circling his finger to indicate Stiles’s face, “is going to be plastered everywhere because not only is this kid going to be missing, but his Sheriff dad isn’t going to stop looking for him. Ever.”

“Dude, I’m sorry! I didn’t know, okay? And… who says this kid is going to go missing?” he says, one eyebrow lifting up like he just had an idea.

“I don’t like that look. Stop. Look, kid, you’re just going to have to come out and possess someone with a few more years on him that doesn’t have relatives in law enforcement.”

“But I like this one! No, hear me out. Let’s stay here a while. I’ll go to school and do everything he normally does, and then I’ll sneak out and you can be my demon Yoda at night.” 

“Demon Yoda?” Dean deadpans. “Sneaking out every night doesn’t sound like a better plan.”

“What? Of course it does! Teenagers always sneak out. Plus I’m the son of a Sheriff, that’s like textbook cause for rebellion. Dean, come on, this is a good plan. No one knows you here. You can get a job and an apartment. You know… settle down a little before you beg your hunter lover to come find you.”

Suddenly angry, Dean lunges forward, grabbing Stiles’s throat and wrapping his hand around it.

Stiles flails a little in surprise, but he’s wearing a smirk on his face and shows no sign of Dean’s tightening hand having any effect on him. “Excuse me? You don’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about.”

“Oh I don’t, huh? That’s why you’re choking me? Cause I’m clueless? Which may I point out, probably not a good idea for a grown man to be choking an innocent teenager whose dad is the sheriff. Might be hard for you to make friends around here…”

Dean slowly loosens his grip around Stiles’s throat, but his hand stays pressed against the boy’s neck. “You don’t know anything about Cas, and if you say another fucking word about him, I’ll send you straight back to hell myself.”

“Geez, don’t get your panties in a twist. Didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject for you. I mean I’m not judging. Fool around with whoever you want; I might be new to this, but even I know it’s a rare occurrence that a hunter would rather jump your bones than send you back to hell.” 

Dean makes a move like he’s going to punch him, but Stiles throws up his hands in apology. “Hey, again I don’t care. Get with who you want. I just hope for your sake it doesn’t go south like that one demon that tried to put the moves on that angel Balthazar. And here I thought demons were supposed to be the deceitful cheating ones.” Dean looks a little taken aback by this information.

Clearly he’s been out of the loop for a while and hadn’t heard anything about someone trying to hook up with an angel. He knew plenty well what dicks angels could be, had heard about it from Castiel occasionally. “Cas wouldn’t do that. We have a mutually beneficial relationship, and if that changes, believe me, I won’t be sticking around long enough to see where the fall-out lands.”

“Yeah okay,” Stiles says, taking a step back from Dean and straightening his shirt. “I hope he knows that,” he murmurs under his breath. 

Dean hears it, but he doesn’t comment. He’s already embarrassed himself with how attached he is to Castiel, he doesn’t need any more.

[baby-bell-blues]

~reaping day~

(Authors note sorry about any bad writing I’m still improving!)

As the sun peaked through my window my brother started to shake me awake “Scarlet you gotta wake up” he said a bit annoyed “mhm” “scarlet it’s reaping day you need to get ready” “that’s today..?!” I almost shoot right out of bed “yeah it’s today” he fixed his shirt collar “Tommy can you help me tie my shoes…?” My little brother rubbed his eyes as he walk over “yeah bud hold on as Thomas went to tie my little brothers shoes and went to the bathroom where my reaping day dress hung a light steel blue dress with a white trim and a matching white ribbon tie…after a put my dress on I undid my braids I like how it makes my hair wazy..even though my hair is already wazy. I heard a gentle knock on the door and my mom peered in “sweet hard breakfast is ready when your done” she smiled gently and continued “don’t worry sweetheart okay..?” It took me a second to respond “okay” I nodded and she went to go serve breakfast as if I shied getting ready I remember all the nightmares I’ve had about reaping day when I 12 I had nightmares about the game I couldn’t shake it my family thinks they went away but sometimes I still get them.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen my fam lit sitting at the table my dad sipping on his juice my oldest brother eating some and toast he’s lucky he won have to worry about getting picked to go.. my youngest brother was eating his toast and I sat down next to him to eat every reaping day we’ve always had a big breakfast snide you never know if it will be your last home cooked breakfast. After we finished breakfast we quickly cleaned up so we could head to the town plaza near the justice hall

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~The Reaping~

After we had separated are mayor started reading off the history of Panama the one we hear every year one of my friends could practically recite his whole speech. I look down at my shoes as he continues my nerves setting in a bit I wonder who’s going to be set off to the capital this year my thought are cut short as the mayor starts to introduce the lady who will be picking the name she had a nice shade of baby blue hair..or maybe it’s a wig but she had a beautiful blue dress that matched her hair and white gloves and skin almost as whit as her gloves.. and her name was Crysta Sloane… “Happy hunger games! Let the odds be ever in your favor” crysta smiled “now it’s is such an honor to be here!” She went on for a bit about how much of an honor it was to be here the last lady we had got moved up to another district I wonder is she wants moved up too my thoughts have been cut short gain as she speaks “well you know what they always say! Ladies first” she walked over to the glass bowl and put her hand in the bowl stirring it around a bit and picked out a paper and walks back to the podium and she took a deep breath “The female tributes for district 10 is…Scarlet Blackbird!” My jaw almost dropped open and the peacekeepers came to get me and people my age shuffled out of the way my little brother eyes filling with tears as he watched me walk up on stage my minter clinging my father and my oldest brother staring at the floor… “do we have any volunteers?” Crysta asked after I got up on stage I looked around silently, hoping someone would raise their hand but I knew in my heart no one would…”Okay let’s give Miss Scarlet a round of applause!!” The people of district 10 applauded as I attempted to smile out to the crowd knowing my face would be all over the screens and tv’s in the capital. “Now for the boys!” Crysta announced after the applause finished she had put her hand in the bowl again and stirred it around picked out another paper and walled to the podium “The male tribute for district 10 is….Callum ColeBrooke!” My heart almost shattered as I watched the, go to the 12 age group the boy was standing near my brother…the boy;s monger cried out “NOT HIM PLEASE…!” As his father hugged his mom as a peacekeeper told her be quiet down as Crysta cleared her voice “Now any volunteers…!” She said surprisingly cheerful and she waited a for a minute “Okay now give a round of applause for Mr.Callum!!” The crowd applauded again then the mayor reads the treaty as it is mandatory I hear silent sobs form Callum and when I looked over at him he wiped his eyes trying to look brave I assume..the mayor finish the treaty and motioned for me and the little bro to shake hands I wonder why they always had us do that and walked over to the boy and crouched down to his height and shook his hand as we shook hands the anthem played and I looked out the crowd the nerves set in again I seen things game before I’ve seen kids beat,slash and stab each other to death for survival I’ve seen some of those tribute who looked like they were built like gods..if I’m lucky I’ll get an easy and painless death it would be insane from for me to think I had a chance maybe district 12 with will get another win this year. The peacekeepers had us go into the justice hall me and Callum were separated into different rooms as I gently tapped my foot and my little brother ran in tears streaming down his face I gently hugged him letting cry “Scotty listen okay?” He sniffled and nodded “I’ll be okay alright..?” I knew I was lying and I couldn’t bare to see my famous like this my mom was hugging dad tears filled her eyes like an lake Tommy wiped his eyes looking at the floor my dad had a sadden expression on his face as he held my mom..”You’ll see me on the tv a-and I’ll always be with you remember..?” Scotty nodded sniffing “Remember my toys I don’t let you play with and how I hide them?” Scotty looked up still sniffing “w-what do the toys have to do with this?” “Their yours their in the third kitchen cabinet behind the storage box keep them in good condition okay?”.

“O-okay I will” Scotty nodding seeming to be a bit more happy the he was when he first came in my mother gently broke away form my farther hug before going to hug me as well and the peacekeeper peered in “you have 3 more minutes theirs more busters who would like to be in” my farther nodded and hugged me as well my oldest brother hugged me as well and whispered “don’t make yours;feel too known..make alliances and definitely don’t get cocky..” he stated and after he let go of the hug the peacekeeper took my family out of the room and 3 of friend form school walked in Johnny,Eloise and piper. Piper spoke first “I hope you win scarlet” she tried to smile but it was like she couldn’t and I smiled a bit back at her attempt “I’ll try for you all and my family okay?” The 3 all said something along the lines of okay ”hey if any of those rich kid form those higher districts mess with you gut em” Johnny stated crossing his arm and Eloise hit his arm gently “Johnathan!” “What?” Johnny rolled his eyes a bit “will I’m being honest they better not give a costume that makes you look like a laughing stock!” I laughed a tiny bit “I’m with you on that one” the same peacekeeper peered in “2 more minutes you lot” we all nodded “well good luck” piper stated and Eloise spoke up again “we’ll be watching okay?” I nodded and the peacekeeper made them leave as fast they came. A couple seconds of silence I could hear Callum mom still crying then I don’t think I would have any more visitors after a couple more family members popped in. After my grandma and grandpa left the peacekeeper came in and lead me out the room along with Callum with another peacekeeper they lead to a car and I’ve never ever seen one or those before I mean I’ve seen a horse and buggy but never a car after the got us in with Crysta we set off…————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

(Authors note! Next part I’ll come soon!)

[fierybimbo]

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A soft tap on the door awoke Adonis. He groaned, tired from staying up late with his father in Inner Rings City. He rubbed his eyes and sat up just as he heard another tap. His mother, waking him for the day. “Yeah, yeah, I’m up.” he griped.

Today was the first day of his last year in school at his mother’s school for the supernatural in the mortal realm. His parents gave him the choice if he wanted to start doing real royalty work or if he wanted to travel the world first. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure. He had a year to find out, though. He got up and started getting ready for the day. Since it was his first day, he decided to wear his favorite band t-shirt, with the cut-off sleeves just how he liked, paired with his typical black zip up jacket and faded black jeans.

Another tap. Adonis sighed and finally opened the door to his mother—a short woman with white hair just like his but with red tips, and bright red eyes. She smiled at her son. “Are you ready to go? I have to be early, you know.”

“I know how to work the portals, why can’t I just take myself?” he sighed, knowing this was a lost cause. She shook her head before he even finished his sentence. “No. You’ve got to help escort new people to their classes. We always—“

“—always ask them to come early and show them around to help them accommodate to the area. I know, mom. We do this every year.” he rubbed the back of his head, then moved to grab his bag. “Just thought maybe, because it was my last year, I wouldn’t have to do that.”

His father walked up behind his mother and slithered an arm around her waist, handing her a coffee. She accepted it graciously. They kissed each other goodbye, and Adonis made a face. “Gross. Let’s go, ma.”

When they made it to the school, there were several new transfers. With ten minutes to spare, they had one last person to show around for the day. Adonis sighed in relief, for once ready to get to class so he wouldn’t have to make idle conversation about J&R School for the Supernatural (JRSS). He made his way to the office and stuck his head into the waiting area and called out, “Alright, last victim!” he teased.

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This is a starter!

Feel free to message me or start a thread!!!!

Character Info

Name: Prince Adonis Nikolaos Wolfenstein

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pansexual (prefers women, but will absolutely flirt a man or nb up, too)

Personality: funny and awkward. gets in trouble a lot, a lil dumb.

Description: tall, stocky build. white hair, glowing pink eyes, pale skin. black horns, pointed ears and teeth, and thick black tattoos all over his upper body. always has black painted finger nails and several necklaces and rings.

Parents: King and Queen Seven (Zagreus, Decendant of King Hades and Royal Consort Kira) and Ash (Decendant of Aphrodite and Adonis I) Wolfenstein

Adonis is the Prince of the Underworld, but much like his father, he didn’t quite ask for the responsibility. Despite his crude attitude towards a lot of things, he hated the atmosphere of hell. His mother basked in the glory of being Queen, and his father stood up to his unwanted title very well, but Adonis was unsure he was up for the job. Unlike his grandfather, though, his parents were accepting of his uneasiness. But could something possibly change to make him want to stay?

Rules: 18+ mun (the rp may not be themed as such but it’s a preference ((: ) gotta be okay with conversation sometimes cause i like to make friends with people i rp with! Semi-literate, 1+ paragraphs please. Long term, must be okay with multiple characters. As more characters progress, we can add more details. I love long lengthy stories, angst, fluff.

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[cookstorys]

𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚝

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Character- Markus Baker

Show/Movie- Ginny and Georgia

Warning- sneaking in, mentions of sex, making out, getting caught

Author Note- 🤏🏾This close to almost being smut

Females DNI ‼️

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“Thanks for the great time girls but I gotta go do a project.” You smiled as you walked up to your room. “Ok sweet peach,” Georgia yelled. Before you could even sit in your desk seat there was a knock at your door. You opened it to be greeted by the birthday girl herself, Ginny. “Do you think you could stall for me? I’m trying to sneak out and-“ “Sure.” You cut her off. “Really?” She asked surprised you were so ok with it. “Happy Birthday.” Ginny silently screamed and went for a hug which was an uncommon action for your twin to do. “Thank you, I swear you won’t regret it.”

She walked towards her room and you closed your door. Once again before you could pull out your laptop there was a knock on your window. ‘Great’ You looked towards it to see the ‘bad boy’ next door, Marcus. You went to open it and he slipped in. “Hello, baby boy.” He smiled but you just cringed. “Baby boy?” You asked with a smile. “You don’t like it? I thought you would since-.” Marcus cut off his sentence when you gave him the look. “Sorry geez.” He laid on your bed. “Why aren’t you celebrating your birthday.” He asked. You walked towards your bookshelf beside your desk. “I wasn’t born until 12:01 so my birthday isn’t until tomorrow.” You answered. “Where the fuck did I put that book?” You asked yourselves out loud.

“You mean this one?” You looked towards Marcus to see him holding up the very book you were looking for. “Yes actually. Markus what are you doing.” You laughed. As you were walking towards him he had somehow pulled you into his lap. “Nothing.” He answered with a smirk. Tho you guys didn’t exactly have a label for this ‘thing’ you guys had, it was pretty clear you both had feelings for one another.

“Oh really?” You smirked and went in for a kiss which Marcus quickly returned. Even tho you never really had anyone like this at your old school(s) you guessed you were pretty good. Since Marcus always seemed to enjoy himself. You kissed him a little harder, with a lot more passion now. He followed the kisses down your neck leaving marks behind his trail. You held a moan inside.

You couldn’t hold the urge anymore, your hands traveled to his pants struggling with the pants zipper. “Wait, I thought we were going to wait?” Marcus asked as he pulled from this neck kisses, out of breath. “I thought that’s where we were going?” You asked embarrassed now. “No I’m not saying I didn’t want it to not go there, I just wanted to make sure you were sure before losing your v card.” You smiled, he cared.

“I’m more sure than ever.” You responded kissing up his jawline to finally make it to his lips. He smirked and kissed back. Your arms found their way back to his hair as he went back to kissing your neck. You started grinding your hips on his lap. You didn’t know what you were doing. He threw his head back, in the pleasure your guessing, and your hands went towards his zipper.

“Where is Ginny?“ Your mom yelled as she opened your door. You and Marcus looked at her with traumatized expressions and broke apart. “Ma, me and Marcus were only-“ She held out her hand to stop you. “I can only deal with one child crisis at a time.” She exhaled and closed the door. “I’m dead.” You sat on your bed. “Well, at least we can continue,” Marcus whispered and went in for a kiss. You dodged it and pointed toward your window.

“Brat.” You said to him

[poppyseed018]

First of Many

fem!reader X klitz (girl next door)

summary : klitz drives you home and finally tell each other how you feel..

word count: 1592

warning : drinking/semi drunk reader, mentions of nsfw, mainly gushy fluffy stuff

(sorry if layout is weird i write on my phone)

authors note: i think i want to turn this into a series or at least another part..? lmk pls!! also i just used two random names for reader’s friends, if that’s your name then i’m sorry!!😩

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jesus this music was loud. and why are there so many people here, seems like a fire hazard. i never should have let them convince me to come here. i only know the two people and both are talking to some random jocks, drinking who knows what. sure i could have said no but they told me he would be here and they knew i would cave to see him. or even talk to him.

i’ve been subtly scanning the crowd looking to see if he’s here. super casual about it too, definitely not frantically darting my eyes from one long haired guy to the next. although they never looked as hot as-

him, klitz…

it’s him, he’s here and he’s looking right at me. fuck. look away, play it cool, you look hot, its ok, you look hot. thank god i went home first and changed into a low cut top and an adorable pleated skirt. it was tasteful and sexy and i liked how it looked which is all that mattered.

omg are we still making eye contact?? how long has it been? an hour? it felt like it. ok look down then back up at him and smile, ya that’ll be cute. he smiled back at me and did a little wave. i waved back, maybe too enthusiastically but i gotta make a move sometime, he is leaving for college soon. shit. is he walking over to me? AHHHH HE IS….! ok, play it cool i’ve only had a major crush on klitz since sophomore year when we had a super long conversation about some random history topic. i don’t remember what about, just how handsome he looked while rambling and how he mindlessly fiddled with my sweater cuff.

“hey, y/n! i didn’t think you’d be here” he sits down next to me. this couch must be super old since the weight from him leans us down closer. very close…

“oh hey klitz! ya uh- Kate and Beth made me come but i don’t know where they went” i laughed after, hoping it would make that statement less sad.

“aw that sucks. i can keep you company if you want?”

“i mean ya sure- if you want to that’ll be cool”

“of course i want to. i barely see you now since school ended” he chuckles, elbowing me and frowning slightly.

“ya… are you excited to go to yale?”

“ya for sure, i’ll miss you though,” what did he just say. oh fuck i can feel my face getting hot. i smile and look up from my cup towards him, wait he’s blushing too…

*RING…. RING…. RING*

omg who is calling me at this hour??? oh dang it’s my mom. ok ignore. wait she’ll be pissed.

me: hi sorry i can’t talk rn me and Kate and Beth are at the movies. i’ll be home late. love you!

mom: ok well be safe and make sure that Beth drives safely when it’s dark

“um sorry- where were we?” i put my phone away and look back at him. was he staring at me this whole time…?

“was that your mom? do you need a ride home? i haven’t drank anything i swear! …and i don’t really wanna stay here with all these other people”

“really? you sure…?” omgpleasesayyes

“ya of course. eli and matt will figure something out” he smiled at me.

i smiled back and stood up. he got up too and we start walking to the front door. seriously why are there so many people and why are they all in our way!? am i dreaming or did klitz just take take my hand…. “didn’t want to lose you” he’s barely audibly now that we are walking through the sea of people. his eyes searching for the doorknob and finally we exit the house.

the music has faded but the base is still loud. we walked over to his car. it’s cute and old but i like it. he opens the door for me and says a sarcastic “m’lady”. god he’s so cute. once we’re both in the car it’s silent. the music is barely in the background.

“so uh- where do you live”

“i kinda don’t want to go home yet…”

“oh that’s ok. we can just drive around a little”

“ya that sounds fun” he starts reversing out of the crowded driveway trying to avoid the many people standing dangerously close to all the cars. he turns the music on to a rock station. this is kinda…. romantic??? i go to turn the music up and so does he and our hands touch..!

he’s warm. so am i.

“sorry” he says quietly

“it’s ok… i kinda liked it” i was joking but i could see he’s blushing. “that was joke”

“no i know!.. i liked it too” he laughed awkwardly… cool i ruined it!! “um i- i like your outfit. you look…really pretty”

“oh thanks. you look nice too. the flannel looks nice with your hair”

“really? i was thinking of cutting it before school”

“nono! it’s so pretty!! i really like it” i’m starting to feel the buzz of whatever was in my cup. i reach up to touch his hair and run my fingers through it. “so soft” shit was that out loud. how is it so soft.

“umm..” he’s blushing so hard now, but i can see him smiling

“oh shit i’m sorry” pulling my hand away with so much shame. i ruin it again

“no it’s ok you can keep doing that. it feels nice” oh he likes this too, that’s hot. what’s he doing now? he takes his right hand off the wheel and places it on my knee. who knew he could be this… bold? “is this.. ok?”

i just nod to him. loving every second of this. the small circles he’s making with his thumb are agonizingly slow. i need more of his touches. i need more of him. i wish i was stroking his hair like this with his head between my thighs… i grab his hand and move it a little higher on my thigh. did i just hear him whimper..?

“you’re skin is… it’s soft” he slowed down to turn and pulled into a park parking lot. what on earth are we doing here..?

“i think i’m drunk klitzy”

“i think you are too, y/n” he laughs at me but i like it

“i wanna kiss you” did i just- i didn’t just say that. i turn away hoping he won’t me see how red my face is getting

“no you don’t” he sounds almost disappointed. “i think it’s the alcohol talking”

“well maybe but i do want to. i have for awhile kinda” i turn back towards him and take his hands in mine. avoiding eye contact but i guess now is as good a time as any to tell him.

“are you serious?” shit he must not feel the same way. i start looking around to see where i am so i can sprint out of the car. i start to pull my hands away but he grabs them back. “i- i do too… and i have for awhile too. since like sophomore year really”

he’s looking right into my eyes now. there’s no need for me to run anymore. i wanna stay in this moment forever.

“i really like you klitz.”

“i really like you-”

*DING*

mom: is the movie almost over it’s getting late

me: ya just ended. on my way back, might stop for food

“i’m sorry that was my mom” it was getting kinda late. the clock on the dashboard showed 11:25 pm.

“it’s ok. maybe we should go back” i nod and he pulls out of the parking lot. he puts his hand back on my thigh, but higher up where i moved him. he gives it a small squeeze and moves up a little so his hand is just under the pleated skirt i was wearing. omgimsowetrightnow…. the drive is quiet and the car is filled with the sound of the soft rock. it’s a quick drive and after about a song and a half we’re in front of my house. he puts the car in park and looks at me. “you look so beautiful in these street lights” gosh he’s a nerd.

ya i love it so muchhhhh

“um i guess i should go inside...” all i do is blush and glance down… down at his pants omg he’s hard.

“ya i guess” he glances down to my lips then back up into my eyes, “i had a nice time”

“me too”

ok fuck it i have to do this.

i take a deep breath and lean forward to kiss him. he takes one of his hands and places it on my cheek, kissing me back. putting his hand around my head to pull me in closer. i remember him saying he hasn’t had his first kiss yet but damn he’s pretty good. it’s passionate and deep. he bites my bottom lip while we pull back.

“maybe we could hang out another time”

“ya id like that” i smile at him and go to get out of the car. as i stand out he grabs my left hand and kisses it

“till next time m’lady”

“till next time m’lord” i roll my eyes with a smile and walk up the sidewalk

watching him drive away, giving one last tiny wave. that kiss definitely made me drunker. definitely won’t be our last.

[touyasdoll]

GIRL DAD EIJIROU KIRISHIMA WHOS FOUR YEAR OLD DAUGHTER JUST STARTED EXHIBITING A QUIRK JUST LIKE HER DADS AND ACCIDENTALLY GIVES HIM A LITTLE CUT ON THE CHEEK AND SHE FEELS SO BAD SHE WONT LET HIM LEAVE FOR WORK BEFORE SHE GIVES HIM A BANDAID

This is the story of how Red Riot was caught on patrol w a hello kitty bandaid on his cheek bc he didn’t have the heart to tell his sweet girl that she didn’t even scratch him that much rjrjdojd

CRYING. IM CRYING OVER THIS

bonus boy dad Bakugou bc I can’t help myself

Girl dad Kirishima who’s wrangling your four year old to get her ready for the day before he has to leave for work, because he’s always doing whatever he can to make your day easier before he goes.

He’s feeding her breakfast, watching her munch on mini pancakes while he stands behind her, his massive hands manipulating teeny tiny red bows into the pigtails he’s styled her hair into.

“All done, babygirl,” he squats down beside her chair with a soft smile, “You look beautiful as always. Daddy’s got go now. Be good for your momma, all right?”

“Okay! Be careful, Daddy. I’ll miss you!” She beams, extending her little arms out for a goodbye hug and a kiss.

He leans forward, his heart swelling as she throws her arms around his neck and squeezes as tight as she can. She turns her head to peck his cheek like she always does, but this time her quirk activates and it startles her, her lips leaving the slightest scratch on his face as she jerks away.

She’s mortified when she sees the faint scratch, her bright red eyes gleaming with the threat of tears instead of excitement.

“Oh no, Daddy! I’m so sorry!” She reaches out to touch his cheek, but she’s afraid to hurt him again, so she stops and his heart almost breaks in two seeing how concerned his sweet little girl is that she might hurt him. “Are you okay? We have to get you a bandaid for your boo-boo!”

“I’m okay, sweetie, I promise. You didn’t hurt me, honey.” He smiles reassuringly, patting her head, which she shakes adamantly as she pushes her chair away from the table, hopping down to wrap her whole hand around his pinky finger and drag him down the hall.

“No, you need a bandaid! C’mon, I know where Mommy keeps them,” she’s tugging him along with all her strength as he chuckles quietly and follows.

“Okay, babygirl.” He follows her into the bathroom, where she pulls open a drawer to retrieve a box of Hello Kitty bandaids and struggles to open the one she selects.

“Here, lemme help you,” he smiles as he kneels down, his voice soft as he peels the paper away and dangles the bandaid on the tip of his finger for her to take.

“Thank you!” She grins and takes the bandage in both hands, carefully placing it over the barely there scratch. “There you go, Daddy! Does that feel better?”

He’s so in awe of how sweet and kind your little one is, just like her mother, he thinks as he pulls her into a hug, kissing her temple while she throws her arms around his neck again.

“Much better, sweetheart.” He boops her nose, chuckling quietly as she pulls away, “Looks like you’re the hero around here today. I gotta get going now, so look out for your mom and sister while I’m gone, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy!” She hops excitedly, running down the hall to where you’re bouncing her younger sister on your hip. “Rainbow Riot is here to help!”

“Oh, thank goodness,” you let out a soft giggle, stroking her hair before looking to Eiji as he strolls up to you. “You trying to bring that bandaid trend back? If it didn’t work for Nelly, I’m not sure it’s gonna work for you, babe.”

He rolls his eyes playfully as you laugh and he leans in to place a chaste kiss to your lips, “Someone’s quirk made another appearance, but our little hero was on top of it.”

“I see,” you smile down at the little girl while he kisses your infant daughter on the crown of her head. “Well thank goodness you knew just what to do.”

“Oh wait! I forgot something!” She bounces animatedly, tugging on his pant leg. “The last part is the most important.”

“What’s that?” He grins down at her.

“You need another kiss from Mommy!” Her cute little voice is so adamant as she stands between the two of you, tugging him to stand even closer to you as the both of you exchange glances and pout at how adorable she is. “On the boo-boo! They’re like magic. If it still hurts, it shouldn’t anymore after that.”

“You heard the little lady,” he grins and stoops down far enough to let you place a peck to his cheek, your smile lingering on his Hello Kitty bandaged skin. “You know what, you’re right.” He pats her on the head, “Doesn’t hurt at all anymore.”

“See? Magic,” she whispers, a sense of wonder in her melodic voice.

“You know, I’ve always suspected your mom was magic.” He winks at her, glancing at you as he grabs his keys. “You two have fun today, I’ll be home before too long.”

“What’s with the bandaid? You’re fuckin’ 32 years old and you can transform into a rock, haven’t you figured out how not to cut yourself shaving?” Bakugou narrows his eyes at the small pink accessory on Kiri’s cheek.

“I mean, no, actually,” he shrugs, “But this is courtesy of the mini-me.” He laughs, “She accidentally scratched me with her quirk this morning and insisted on fixing it herself.”

“Ah,” he nods with a knowing, lopsided grin, lifting his shirt to reveal a tiny handprint with a Paw Patrol sticker slapped over it on his stomach. “Had a little incident of our own this morning.”