#anyway I just had to throw my two cents in before the finale I guess

[jack-the-fool]

Okay not to delve too much into the disc horse BUT the issue isn't really "should Din become Mand'alor or not" seeing him actually struggle with whether or not to accept the path that's been offered to him. Everyone keeps saying that Din never wanted the saber, and I'm not saying he necessarily does but he also hasn't really made too much of an effort to get rid of it either. Yeah, he offers it to Bo-Katan on the cruiser but that could very well be chalked up to him trying to fulfill his end of their agreement. After all, part of Bo agreeing to help him get Grogu back in the first place was her trying to lay, claim to the Darksaber. Plus we don't see what happened that led him to keep a hold of it, but we do see that he DOES keep it--we even see him fight to keep it against Paz. Yes yes hah hah Cain instinct/anyone but him but still. If he really just flat out didn't want it, he could have let Paz take it by his familial claim. Or he could have simply left it with the covert when he was declared apostate (why should someone shunned like that keep a hold of such a powerful artifact). Hell, he could have just chucked it in a corner of the cruiser on his way out and let Bo decide if she wanted to take it.

So there's something that prompts him to keep a hold of it. There's something drawing him to it, highlighted by the fun movie magic of the lingering shots when he's putting it in his checked bag (~visual storytelling~). And there's something in the fact that the first time we see him fight with it he injures himself! And yet he tries to keep it! Why! This is the interesting thing about him holding the Darksaber.

Compare it to Din and Grogu. No, Din did not set out on that bounty to end up with a kid. Really, he's not looking to keep the kid at all, but he has a damn conscious and then he goes and bonds with him. So season 1 is watching him struggle with unwanted fatherhood and bonding with the kid despite his best efforts. Season 2 is him struggling with this newfound connection he has with the kid with the looming idea that Grogu does not belong with him and needs to be returned to his own kind. Him winning the Darksaber from Gideon adds in another but similar conflict--something powerful is now in his possession, how does he respond to this new responsibility and how does he feel about it. PLUS really if you add in the fact that the Darksaber is famously a Mandalorian AND Jedi artifact and gee wizz guess whose a Mandalorian who just gave up his kid for Jedi school (thematic relevance anyone???).

So Season 3 was initally set up as yet another step in Din's conflict with what he wants internally VS the responsibilities that are giving to him. His kid is gone, he doesn't have to worry about him anymore but he's gonna. Meanwhile, he now has the opportunity to claim leadership of a scattered people but does he want to? Where does his personal code point him? Towards his former foundling Grogu (who by Creed his no longer his responsibility) or to his scattered people (who by tradition he is now the leader of)? Plus just the surface conflict of Din, who grew up in a traditionalist covert and yet has no knowledge or connection to this traditional artifact and yet is now it's wielder by right? That's some good shit right there.

Anyway tldr it's not about Din actually becoming the Mand'alor or not it's about not getting to see him struggle with the responsibility at all.

[spencer-sweets]

9-1-1 Fic Recs | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

there are definitely better compilations of fics out there for this ship but im gonna throw my two cents into the pot anyways. these are just my personal favorite fics that i remember from my most recent stint into this fandom and is by no means attempting to be the end-all-be-all of buddie fic recs.

still by brewrosemilk  Teen+ 9,367 For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

ugh the angst and the 'one person thinks the other is about to die' trope - hit me hard.

There’s an ache in you (put there by the ache in me) by goforeddie Mature 50,109 ‘’Do you believe that being here is a mistake?’’ Those are the first words their therapist, Stephanie, has said in the last ten minutes. Before that, complete silence. The room has a dimmed light on, the walls are a lovely beige, and there are two couches, one directly in front of the therapist’s chair and the other across the room next to the door. It’s the couch you go to when you only observe a session as a guest. When you’re not here to dig inside your brain and spill guts out. Buck and Eddie are not seated on that couch. They’re on the other one, the big dark navy one with the two pillows on it. They’re not here in support of someone else or anything like that, they’re here for them. They’re here because approximately ten weeks ago, Eddie got shot. OR : the buddie couple therapy fic where, following the events of Eddie getting shot, both him and Buck are forced by the department to go through mandatory couple therapy.

im glad someones sending them to therapy. both of them need to learn how to communicate - even if there are some bumps in the road.

gave me no compass, gave me no signs (were there clues I didn't see) by Kwills91 Explicit 55,596 Eddie Diaz is finally opening himself up to the idea of dating again when a call ends with a building collapse and trapped inside with Buck, both men have realisations about how they want to move forward. But as Buck helps Eddie recover can either of them find the courage to tell the other how they feel. *** Takes place shortly after the events of 6x14

hurt/comfort + feelings realization + getting together = a good time

like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts Explicit 51,169 The kid with blood pouring down his shins is not so far from the dog lonely enough that he thinks breaking his housetraining is worth it for the ten minutes of berating that come with it, the ten minutes of undivided, if reluctant, attention. Buck thinks, sometimes, that at least he wasn’t the kind of puppy that gets put in a sack and drowned at birth. He wasn’t always unwanted. And he isn’t anymore. or, evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

buck introspective fic on the way he experiences love for those around him and how he often feels unfufilled in his relationships - until eddie.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts Explicit 54,477 “It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

i really enjoyed this bucket-list fic and how much love eddie puts into fulfilling buck's wishes.

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars Explicit 57,964 After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime. Inspired by a mix of Marvel multiverses and The Midnight Library by Matt Haig.

this is my all time favorite buddie fic - and it is also my favorite its a wonderful life fic. i think this did a good job of addressing buck's insecurities and self deprecation through showing him the reality of what he thinks he wants or what he thinks is best. each place teaches him something and he really does grow by the end.

every single thing to come (has turned into ashes) by imdarlenescousin Mature 66,631 “Don’t you want to get back out there, though?” Buck asked. “I mean, you kept asking about my couch, but what about you?” “I’ve had a couch this whole time,” Eddie countered. “A metaphorical couch.” “The hell is a metaphorical couch?” Chimney asked Hen and Ravi under his breath, earning only a shrug and raised eyebrows in response. - Or, Eddie starts dating, makes some friends, makes some realizations, and makes a serious offer.

demisexual eddie, friends to fiances trope, and couch metaphors...

Next To Me by emquin Teen+ 93649 Buck and Eddie started off in different places but eventually they ended up in the same. Eventually, they ended up in love. Told from Buck and Eddie’s perspectives, a canon-compliant take on Buddie and how they could realistically get together. - Buck had never had a friend like Eddie before. Someone that burrowed under his skin and wrapped around him and became a part of him — like an extra limb, someone he couldn’t do without. -  He loved him. Eddie loved him. Eddie was in love with him. With Buck. With his best friend. But it didn’t matter…loving him meant that the only thing that mattered was being able to keep him in any possible way even if that meant that Eddie could never tell him.

this fic has eddie coming to terms with his sexuality and also has a good dose of the diaz family in it as well.

The Space Between Sleep by Tattered_Dreams Teen+ 111,697 As weeks pass after the Tsunami, Christopher has Eddie to help him deal with the scars it left behind. He also has Buck. Buck's dealing with his own demons, but he has both of them. Eddie's trying to keep them all together and finding out his family might not be as small as he thought. The 118 have their few cents to add, too, because don't they always. | Canon through 3x03 | Complete | Depictions of trauma, some more detailed than others |

nice post-tsunami fic with tons of christopher - who am i to complain.

An Exercise in Patience by Klaerenn Mature 133,032 Instead of quietly accepting Eddie's decision to leave the 118, Buck decides to do everything he can to make him change his mind and come back, even if it means waiting at his door every other day of the week until he accepts. Meanwhile, Eddie is frantically trying to hold on to the last bits of control he has over his life as his old coping mechanisms fail him. He's left to manage his son's needs and Buck's reaction and eventually has to wrestle with the fact that he can't keep it up forever. As they both realize that healing takes time, Buck and Eddie have to learn to navigate their new normal and to deal with their lives apart and together.

a great fic about healing and growth and how those processes aren't always linear - and how sometimes you hurt each other during the process.

What's love got to do with it? by ColorMeParanoid Explicit 134 079 "Hear me out," Buck said. "Clearly, both of us are sick of dating other people. And we're a good fit, in pretty much every way that matters. So what if we're not in love? We don't need to be in love to be happy together." Eddie frowned. "So basically, we'd be boyfriends, without benefits?" "Yes!" Buck snapped his fingers. "Like platonic boyfriends! We'd get all the benefits of a relationship and none of the heartbreak." And maybe Eddie had finally lost his mind, or maybe it was from all the alcohol clouding his judgment, but the idea of it didn't sound half as crazy as it should have. *** After Buck’s and Eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. And who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?

this fic was cute and a fun read. the pining and lack of communication is great in this reverse friends with benefits (boyfriends with no benefits???) situationship they have going on here.

Hold Steady, Hold Steady by thetalee Mature 172,701 After Eddie's bombshell announcement on Christmas, Buck runs away and finds himself back on his first day on the job. A time-travel fix-it fic of sorts, ft. a stranger that totally just wants to help, honest.

this was a really good time travel/alternate dimension fic that actually managed to wrap up well. as i said in my bookmark, "one of the best buddie fics I've ever had the pleasure of reading. really a mindfuck sometimes and I was anxious I wouldn't like the ending but I loved it so much."

i may come back and update this in the future - especially once s8 comes out.

originally posted: 8/13/2024

[storiescelestial]

Unexpected

(Not my gif.)

One day it was raining so I decided to enter a shop, a random shop I didn't care if it was a coffee shop or a restaurant, I was already cold from the rain.

As I entered the shop it felt nicer than the rain outside but as I noticed the shop I recognized it as a toy shop.

I was a little surprised as I haven't seen a toy shop before so this was quite new. That's when I finally noticed the owner I assumed.

"Come, come, out of the rain its quite cold ja? All of the water goes splishy splashy." He had a strong German accent.

I made my way over to him.

"Now what can I help you with?"

"Nothing," I mumbled still glacing around.

"Are you sure? We have beautiful dolls y'know, oh how lovely they are."

"I'm positive but," I got to him and turned my attention on him.

He had blonde hair that went to the side with curls at the end.

"Do you only sell toys?"

He seem to give it a moment before smiling.

"You want an umbrella, ja?"

"If you have one."

He went over somewhere and so I had a moment to explore.

I went over to a shelf, I was interested in a deck of cards that was built standing.

"Wow." I didn't touch it incase it would fall.

I admired it for a few more moments.

"Is something of interest?" I backed up immediately accidently hitting the shelf and making the cards fall.

"I'm sorry," I quickly said.

He came around and handed me the umbrella while he grabbed all the cards and stacked them.

"It's fine, it was easy to do anyway."

I was impressed already, how was that easy to do?

He shuffled the cards in one hand.

I was impressed and kept my attention on there.

He smiled.

"Impressed?"

"It is impressive," I said without turning my attention on him.

"I've learned a few tricks," he stopped shuffling and put the cards down on the table.

I turned my attention to him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"I'm Eva."

"Eva?" He repeated and I nodded.

"Interesting name, I'm Celestial the Toymaker."

That was a name I haven't even heard of before.

"I'm sure you wanna pay for the umbrella now, rechts?"

"Yeah, how much is it?"

"Just 25 cents."

I had to go through my pockets before finally getting 25 cents.

I paid for it and was about to go when I noticed that it seemed he was the only working one.

"You work alone?" I asked out loud.

He nodded.

"I hadn't needed anything, it is quite easy."

"Okay, goodbye."

I started to walk out but before going out I pulled open the umbrella then went out.

The next day it was pretty and so I went on a walk and happened to notice the shop, I didn't recognize the name but it was obvious that it was a toy shop when they're toys everywhere.

I decided to go inside, the bell rung and he was at the cash register but his attention was at the door.

"Hallo again."

"Hey," I made my way towards him, as I did so I noticed he had made that card again.

"Have you come to perhaps buy something?"

"No."

"Nein? Oh."

"I actually came to...well to meet you again."

He seemed surprised.

"Me?"

"Yeah, I was just in a rush last night since I was cold but I wanted to properly know you."

"You want to be friends then?"

"I guess you could suggest that."

He seemed to like that and so I befriended him.

After a few days of visiting him he started to ask if I would prefer a walk in the park or something other than the store.

I made my way towards his store and I just assumed that I'd be the only one since this toy store wasn't very popular but then two other people came. A man and a woman.

The man's hair was a little crazy while the woman's was nice.

"Hello."

"Hey," the woman greeted.

Suddenly the man rushed inside and so did she so I followed.

There Celestial was juggling occasionally throwing them at the man while telling a story.

This went on for a while before she caught one.

"That's enough." But that's when he had said her full name.

"Okay, so he knows me."

He smiled.

"But do you know what was the second game? Hide and seek." With that he closed the curtains but the man quickly reopened them only to discover a hall way and lots of doors, we both rushed in after him and the door closed behind us.

"No! No!" He announced as he reopened it only for it to be the same.

"What now?"

He sighed before turing to us.

"Start opening doors." With that he opened a door and went inside and we followed.

As they kept doing this I decided to open another door and went through it to a different area.

I walked in and noticed it as the shop, I turned back but the door was closed.

"Well Eva," I heard him announce.

"I didn't mean to get you in this. Entschuldigen sie."

I went up to him almost running.

"Celestial, you have to let Donna and...and whoever that is out!"

"Why?" He asked.

I couldn't believe he really asked that just now.

I felt annoyed already but I ignored it.

"Celestial at least be fair! There's too many door for them to even-" he placed a finger against my lips making my sentence short.

"Shh now Eva there's nothing you need to worry about."

"But Celestial!-"

He suddenly pulled me close holding me as his arms wrapped around me.

"Now Eva, again there's nothing that's needing to worry about."

I started to blush.

"You'd believe a friend wouldn't you?" He stated.

"I would." I admitted.

He came closer to me almost whispering.

"Then you would believe a lover too."

I blushed even brighter, a lover? What lover?

"I don't love you Celestial."

"Your blush tells me otherwise."

"I don't love you, you're just a friend Celestial. A friend who I met one day, a friend that I.-"

He suddenly pulled back.

"A friend that you love," he stated.

He suddenly pulled me close and kissed me.

I was token by surprise and grapped onto his vest.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled back.

"You know you love me Eva, it is so simple to notice."

I couldn't deny it now, I did love him and he knew it.

"Celestial, let them go."

He didn't seem happy when I stated that, he may have started feeling frustrated by now.

"Go Eva," he said simply.

"I'll deal with them, I'll catch you later meine liebe."

He quickly kissed me on the cheek before I was out of the entrance of the shop.

I decided to go home, to just stop all of this.

As I made it home the rain had started now.

"Good, at least I didn't get wet." I went to sit down on the couch, so many things had happen that I just needed to take a nap.

Like an hour later though a knock was on the door, I got up and went to the door. The rain had turned to pouring rather than little drops.

I opened the door only to discover Celestial there.

"Celestial?" I was confused but gestured for him to come in instead of the rain.

I noticed that he was now wearing a red and white uniform almost more like a toymakers costume.

He took his hat off and laid it on the table.

I came up to him after closing the door, a cold breeze manged to get in though which I couldn't imagine how Celestial felt as he was already drenched.

"Do you need something new to wear?"

"Nein I'm fine." He smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to Donna and the man?"

His expressioned remained unfazed as he wrapped an arm around me.

"Didn't I say you needn't to vorry?"

"Yes.-"

"Then don't vorry about it," he simply stated amd pulled me close to kiss me quickly.

I pulled away taking a step back.

"We've discussed this before Celestial."

"Ja we have, yet you still won't admit."

"Cause I don't!-" there was another knock on the door that got his attention quickly.

I turned to the door than turned back to tell him something but he was gone as if he disappeared.

"Celestial?" I noticed his hat was gone too.

Another knock and that's when I went to open the door.

"I just thought someone was yelling so I decided to check up on you."

"Yeah I was, see I was having a hard time with...with the stove so I just y'know yelled in frustration." I smiled innocently.

He didn't seem to buy it but nodded.

"Alright. Hey are we still going tomorrow?"

'Oh right' I thought as I remembered how I agreed to go to the new park. It was a dog park and he has a little dog that he wanted to take but Prince (the dog) was really hyper.

"Yeah."

"Alright then bye." He waved as he left.

I closed the door and turned around to see Celestial there.

"Celestial?"

"Who's dat?"

"It's none of your business but where did you go?" I noticed his hat was back on the table as if it never left.

"I asked a question first Eva." He started walking towards me but I remained calm.

"I answered that."

"You didn't."

"He's none of your business was the answer you got."

"But it's an answer I don't like." He snapped back at me and a noticeable slip in his accent.

He calmed down a bit before adding on.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" He asked.

"A new park. Does that answer your question?"

"I want to come along Eva." He said suddenly.

I couldn't let him come along since I just met him like a week ago and I wouldn't just bring someone along out of nowhere.

"I did do as you asked Eva, I let Donna and the tenth doctor go so now I want a request."

I didn't add anything for a few minutes.

"And you want to tag along?"

"Ja."

"Fine." I agreed.

"But you're coming as a friend, and that is my request."

"You've already made a request but I'll go along with this one too."

"Another question but where did you go? Cause when I turned you were just suddenly not there anymore."

"Hm, ja that is quite a mystery now." He gave a smile and a wink.

That dumb smile that always made me blush.

"C'mon now Celestial be serious."

There was a noise and so I turned my attention only for him to suddenly be behind me and wrap his arms around me.

"I am," he pressed his cheek against mine.

"Not."

He chuckled.

"Now that I get into it when someone's wants a relationship they would usually go through something called learning about the other person."

"Ve were friends," he mentioned.

"But I didn't learn much about you except that you're a toymaker."

"That's not enough? Is someone being nosey?" He playfully booped my nose.

I turned around and placed my hands against his shoulder.

"I just wanna learn more about you."

"And I'll tell you soon."

"But as of right now you expect me to be wanting to date you?"

"Gives us an opportunity to learn about each other better, ja?"

"I guess so."

"Y'knov vhat we can do to get to know each other better?"

"What?"

"Play a game."

I was confused now, how would a game be better for us to learn about each other?

"What kind of game?"

"You can pick, any game I'm villing to play."

I tried to pick a game that revolved around the truth since I wanted the truth. How could this Toymaker disappear, whys he pretending to have a German accent and other stuff? Two truths one lie! It's a good game that revoles around the truth.

"Two truths one lie."

"Interesting choice, I thought you'd pick truth or dare."

"Two truths and a lie is more interesting."

"You should start then."

"Okay, I enjoy the park, I hate magic, I'm usually good at making friends."

"The zecond ones a lie."

He was right but since when did his s turn to a z?

"Right."

"I can dance, I can do magic, I hate games."

Wow okay he jumped right into the questions.

"The last ones a lie."

"Correct."

"I love spring time, I hate festivals, I prefer movies."

"Zecond one again."

"Yes."

He smiled I guess cause he was getting these right causes there's noway to win.

"I hate rain, I like the color orange, I like magic."

"It's the first."

"Correct."

This game went on for about 15 more minutes.

I eventually got tired and leaned back against my seat. He took notice and got up and went over to me.

"Why don't you go now?"

I shrugged, I was getting comfortable in the chair and didn't feel like moving now.

He took hold of my hand and I finally decided to get up.

"Alright."

I went over to the couch and sat down and he sat next to me.

"I meant more of go lay dovn and to bed."

"Mmm" I leaned against him.

"Or not."

I ended up falling asleep against him.

I was the first one to wake up however, I woke up kinda laid against him.

I got up and checked the time.

"It's only 10."

I sat up only to have am arm already wrapped around me.

"Vhat are you doing?" Celestial was already up.

"Getting up what else?"

There was a knock on the door and that's when he let me up to go answer it.

"Oh Liam." I smiled at him.

"Hey, so are you ready yet?"

"Yeah just let me go do something real quick than I'll be out oh and also I decided to bring another friend along alright?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Okay," I closed the door.

"Celestial?" I said as I turned.

"Hm?"

"Go outside and meet Liam while I go get changed."

"Nov?"

"Yes."

I hurried up and went to go get changed quickly.

When I went outside I was surprised to see Celestial had changed into a suit and a top hat which in my opinion was fancy to be going to a park but okay.

When we went out Celestial for some reason just couldn't get along with Liam, every time Liam tried to be nice just introducing himself or something Celestial gave one word responses.

I finally got some time to talk with Celestial when Liam went to play fetch with Prince.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem?" He asked in that German accent.

"Yes! I mean you're quite rude to Liam when all he's done is being nice towards you."

He gave a huff and an eye roll.

"Look Celestial," I started to space out the words with each poke I gave to his shoulder. "What. Is. Wrong?"

He finally turned to make sure Liam was far enough before turning to me. His German accent completely gone now.

"My problem is that Liam's a big flirt! I don't trust him! What if he's with that tenth doctor? What then? Then we're discovered or at least I am!"

I was token by surpise, Celestial didn't seem like the jealous type and yet here he is not shouting but with a stern voice telling me that he is jealous.

"This is out of sheer jealousy?"

"And distrust."

"You don't even know him."

"I can tell he's not trust worthy! It's plainly obvious."

"No one can "look" like a lair, I mean I didn't take you as a lair but that changed when I started to know you, you're the most untruthful, untrustworthy, person I now! Celestial isn't even a name and I know damn well that toymaker isn't either! And your accent is nothing but lies! You haven't told me anything about yourself or who the tenth doctor is even though we've been friends for a while then suddenly you wanna proclaim that you love me!"

He was silent.

I took a moment to calm down.

"At least you had dressed properly for this but this suit and top hat wasn't all necessary."

"I assumed it looked nice," he mumbled.

Liam came back then and we countuied our walk, I gave Celestial the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

But when Liam left to get a drink from the store it was only me and Celestial.

I mostly just turned my attention to the gently breeze the trees brought.

It was a relaxing moment that was disturbed quick when Celestial grabbed my hand and pulled me to hide beside the store that we stopped at.

"Celestial what was!-" He quickly hushed me with a finger pressed to my lips.

That's when I noticed that doctor and Donna went by the store.

I was going to go to them but Celestial gave a slight shake of his head as if he knew what I wanted to do.

They passed by quickly, it seemed like they were searching.

Celestial then turned to me.

"Ve have to go." He went back to the German accent.

"Stop it with that accent Celestial and no we're not going."

"We have too." We switched his accent again.

"You do I don't."

"Eva stop playing these mind games with me right now."

"I'm not playing any game right now."

"You mean playing hard to get or pretending to ignore me or playing victim or gaslighting me isn't?" He raised a eyebrow at me.

"I haven't been playing any of those I simply tell the truth." I said sternly.

"You lie to yourself."

"I do not!-"

He suddenly pulled me close and kissed me yet again.

I didn't pull away, instead I cupped his cheek.

I wanted to pull away yet again I didn't want too. Maybe the Celestial is right I do lie.

I pulled away.

"Eva?" Liam called.

I went to the front of the store quickly and Celestial followed.

"Sorry we saw a cat or something run behind the store and went to chase it."

Liam nodded.

"Okay."

"Let's go," Celestial started to go.

Liam stayed behind.

"Where did you meet him?" He asked kind of muttering it to me.

"He's just a good friend Liam, I met him at a show."

"A show? What show?"

"Well it wasn't a show it was a small proformence actually. Y'know one of those magic proformences?"

"Yeah I know what you mean."

"We became friends after I gave him some compliments on his magic."

After we arrived at Liams we countuied our walk.

"So," I tried to start a conversation.

"Eva I do feel like we should-" he turned his attention to something before taking my hand and walking a bit faster.

"Celestial? What is it?"

He didn't respond but it became obvious when I turned my attention to the tenth doctor.

It seemed as if he recognized Celestial but pretended as if he didn't.

We took a bit of a longer way in hopes of losing him.

We somehow manged to do so.

"What's this all about Celestial."

He ignored me and bypassed me instead to the kitchen.

I stopped him midway and pulled him back.

"Would you just tell me already? I'm tired of getting told to wait!"

He nodded.

"You're right. You deserve the truth."

He held my hand back before he countuied.

"I'm not from here, and I don't have a name I'm just known as the Celestial Toymaker."

"Not from here? What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm from a different dimention. Outside the universe."

I was confused, I didn't understand him.

"I don't know what you mean." I muttered to him.

"You know all those fantasy books about werewolves, vampires or ghost? It's sort of like that you can take it like that."

I nodded.

"Okay...I'm trying to understand it."

"And another thing. I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave."

"Leave? Why?"

"Well since that tenth doctor is after me I don't want you becoming involved so I decided to just go."

"Where?"

"I'm unsure right now but it'll be fine."

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

"I'll see you soon." He started to walk towards the door.

I went up to him quickly and pulled him back.

"C'mon now Celestial I can help too y'know without getting involved I mean I don't want you wondering around till-"

"Eva I'm fine. And as I already mentioned I don't want you getting involved and helping me would be just that."

"At least do a proper goodbye."

"Proper?" He repeated.

I pulled him close and kissed him.

He almost immediately pulled away.

"I must go."

[marshallpupfan]

Over the last few months, I've seen many folks discuss their thoughts on the upcoming spinoff "Rubble & Crew". One of the biggest things I encounter, however, is confusion over the sudden appearance of Rubble's family. In truth, it does seem to conflict with what we know about Rubble's backstory. Just what's up with that, anyway?

Even though I don't have any interest in the character or the spinoff, I still came up with a theory of my own. Just for fun, I figured I'd share it. Of course, this is just a guess, so who knows what'll really happen.

First off, for those of you who haven't seen it or don't remember the episode, season one's "Pups Get a Rubble" gave us a glimpse at Rubble's history. Long story short, he was found wandering around while claiming he was "on his own". Later, when the young bulldog tagged along during a mission, he did something that impressed Ryder enough to allow him to stay at the Lookout as a permanent member of the PAW Patrol.

From the TV show's perspective, that was surely a few years ago, as the Rubble we know today is a lot older now. And that's why fans are so confused; just where was Rubble's family all this time? Have they been looking for him? If his family's so big, how'd they lose him in the first place? Did Rubble go wandering off on his own, and for what reason? And am I really going to keep carefully handpicking certain screenshots of Rubble that feature Marshall as well?

As of right now, we don't have the answers. Of course, this hasn't stopped fans from thinking up their own theories. And, I said before, I came up with one of my own, so I figured I'd throw in my two cents, too. Let me know what you think!

This will be another long post, so hit "Keep reading" to see more.

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Let's assume Spin Master will at least try to link the spinoff to Rubble's established backstory. Perhaps some big construction job went down somewhere, and Rubble's family was called in to help out. Maybe it was serious, maybe not, who knows. But the important detail here is that it's big, and it required their full attention for many days and many nights.

Rubble, being so young, wasn't allowed to go with them to help out. For that matter, he didn't understand what was going on or why everyone was suddenly gone so much. They kept telling him things like "we've got a big job to do" and "you stay here, we'll be back later", but rarely ever any more than that. Soon, as the days went by, Rubble started to believe nobody cared about him anymore, nor did they want him around, either. Sad and lonely, he finally came to the conclusion that he's now on his own...

...so he ran away from home.

Due to the job keeping everyone so distracted, the family didn't realize the young bulldog was gone until it was too late. They went looking for him, but nobody had any idea where he went or even which direction to start. Months go by, and they still can't find him. They're soon forced to give up their search, fearing he's gone forever... but deep down, they still hope to find him someday.

At this point, Rubble's found by Ryder, Chase and Marshall. He claims he's "on his own" because, from his perspective, that's what Rubble truly believes. As stated before, he joins the PAW Patrol and spends many years in Adventure Bay with his new family, serving as their construction pup and helping out on countless missions and rescues. Over time, he becomes well known among the townsfolk... in fact, you might even say he turned into quite the celebrity! But of course, Adventure Bay is a small place, so the events that go on there don't exactly make headlining news around the world. Anyone who knew Rubble prior to his running away from home would never think to look for him there. It's just one small town in a very big world! It would take him doing something in a big city to get noticed...

Cue Liberty calling the PAW Patrol about Mayor Humdinger's disastrous misdeeds in Adventure City, and the pups rush to go and stop him. As we know, the film ends with a big mission, and the pups are later awarded the key to the city for their heroic deeds. This certainly makes headlines, which is later seen all around the world. Knowing their job is done, the pups proudly head back home to Adventure Bay, with Rubble none the wiser that his appearance there was about to change his life...

Back in... wherever Rubble's family lives, Grandpa Gravel, Auntie Crane, and the rest of the family are all taking a break from their latest job when they decide to watch some television. The news is on, and the report starts talking about these heroic pups that saved the day in Adventure City. Soon, images of the pups flash on screen, and it doesn't take them long before one in-particular catches their eyes.

"Wait... that bulldog...?" "That looks like our little Rubble!" "It couldn't be him... could it?"

The news report has their full attention now, and they listen closely to the names of each pup as they're listed off.

"Chase... Marshall... Rocky... Zuma... RUBBLE?!? IT IS HIM!!! It's our little Rubble!"

"He's grown so much... he even has a full head of stylish hair, too!"

The whole family is overjoyed to learn that Rubble is indeed alive and well! And he seems to have grown into quite the hero, too! Wasting no time, they head straight for Adventure City to greet their once-lost member of their family! Well... they soon discover he actually lives in Adventure Bay, so they quickly change course and head there instead! And once they arrive, Rubble immediately recognizes them and freezes in disbelief. The family disembark their vehicles, and they all embrace Rubble with hugs and tear-filled smiles.

The family is reunited once again.

Rubble soon gives in and starts crying, too... but of course, he admits he believed they didn't care for him anymore. Realizing why he feels that way, Auntie Crane explains why they were all so busy/gone so much when he was younger, and she apologize for leaving him alone as much as they did. Rubble, being older now, finally understands the responsibility they held and apologizes for running away and worrying them so much, too. But now that the family's reunited, they invite him to join their crew so they'll never be separated again!

But... he can't do that. When they ask him why, Rubble says he has another family now. Sure, he's not related to any of the PAW Patrol pups by blood, but he knows they all still love and care for each other as if they were. He can't choose between one family or the other, but as it turns out, he doesn't have to!

"Builder Cove" is an upcoming town that requires numerous construction jobs to get it up and running. Conveniently The best news is, it's neighboring Adventure Bay! Rubble doesn't have to choose between his two families; he can now stay in either location and help out whenever he's needed! Rubble is overjoyed, as he now has the best of both worlds at his paws. What more could a pup ask for in life?

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Well, that's my theory! I do think Rubble's appearance in Adventure City is likely the key that connects everything, which might also explain why the spinoff's animation so closely matches what we seen in the theatrical film. Then again, maybe I'm way off, and Spin Master's explanation will be nothing more than "Rubble's family is here now because we said so". Hopefully there's more to it than just that, but... we'll just have to wait and see.

[startanewdream]

Giving my two cents to defend why I "don't see it".

Harry and Ginny are passionate, extremely attracted to each other and physical people—but their physical interactions in canon come in the shape of understanding the other, that's when they are most physical with each other.

They kiss "three times" in the books:

Their first kiss, which happens after Ginny throws her arms around Harry with a hard blazing look— and during their breakup, Harry notes that Ginny had the "same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly". Harry kissed her "without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching" because he is an impulsive guy, but only after he understood that Ginny fancied him back.

Their goodnight kiss the night before Dumbledore's funeral. This is the scene:

“Of course there isn’t,” said Harry, who became angry every time this subject cropped up. “They won’t find Snape till they find Voldemort, and seeing as they’ve never managed to do that in all this time . . .” “I’m going to go to bed,” yawned Ginny. “I haven’t been sleeping that well since . . . well . . . I could do with some sleep.” She kissed Harry (Ron looked away pointedly), waved at the other two, and departed for the girls’ dormitories.

Harry is getting angry, but Ginny does not say anything because when comes to discussing Voldemort, she just isn't part of the trio (and by now I guess she knew what Harry would eventually do).

The birthday kiss. Ginny is not angry about their breakup, nor is she weepy. She kisses Harry and there is no argument, no discussion about feelings, or exchanged promises. It's a final kiss that will be Harry's last thought.

Now, there are scenes in which Harry and Ginny "discuss".

Lucky you scene: Ginny is angry and she is right; Harry says he is right.

“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.” Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. "I forgot," he said. "Lucky you," said Ginny coolly. "I'm sorry," Harry said, and he meant it.

After Harry has a vision of Sirius taken in OotP: he is rude when Ginny shows up to help, which she pointedly notes to him, but later she offers to help anyway.

“Hi,” said Ginny uncertainly. “We recognized Harry’s voice — what are you yelling about?” “Never you mind,” said Harry roughly. Ginny raised her eyebrows. “There’s no need to take that tone with me,” she said coolly. “I was only wondering whether I could help.” “Well, you can’t,” said Harry shortly. (...)

Though clearly struggling to understand what was going on, Ginny said immediately, “Yeah, we’ll do it,”

Before the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff in HBP: Harry and Ginny clearly have different priorities by then, she is pissed that he is late, but then after he is injured, Ginny visits him (and argues with her boyfriend when he mocks Harry).

“Where have you been?” demanded Ginny, as Harry sprinted into the changing rooms. The whole team was changed and ready; Coote and Peakes, the Beaters, were both hitting their clubs nervously against their legs. “I met Malfoy,” Harry told her quietly, as he pulled his scarlet robes over his head. “So?” “So I wanted to know how come he’s up at the castle with a couple of girlfriends while everyone else is down here. . . .” “Does it matter right now?” “Well, I’m not likely to find out, am I?” said Harry, seizing his Firebolt and pushing his glasses straight. “Come on then!” And without another word, he marched out onto the pitch to deafening cheers and boos.

(...)

“Ginny came in to visit while you were unconscious,” he said, after a long pause, and Harry’s imagination zoomed into overdrive, rapidly constructing a scene in which Ginny, weeping over his lifeless form, confessed her feelings of deep attraction to him while Ron gave them his blessing. . . . “She reckons you only just arrived on time for the match. How come? You left here early enough.”

Compare these scenes with Ron and Hermione's fights; Ron and Hermione enjoy firing up the other, they enjoy their spats. Whereas, while Harry and Ginny don't agree with each other on all points (bless them for it), and they don't stand down either, arguing does not seem to bring them any joy, any heat just for the sake of it. Harry and Ginny would have giant outbursts because they are both people who tend to talk before thinking through? Yes. They would argue, neither wanting to stand down. They would be mad and sleep apart. But they also understand each other more than anyone else, so they would raise in the middle of the night and Ginny would open the door and Harry would be there ready to knock, they would say they are sorry at the same time, then something might happen; born of their love for each other and their knowledge that they want to be with each other and they will solve whatever it's their issue. Make-up sex, passionate-after-arguing sex, but not angry-fight sex.

Ok so a few people have suggested, based off of my last poll, that I make one asking if Harry and Ginny are angry fight sex people. So, without further ado

Headcanons and elaborations are welcome in the comment section.

Please be kind everyone 😁

[cherryobx]

Stupid party, stupid movie//Topper Thornton x reader

request: "Hiii, could i request a topper imagine? Like after Topper and Sarah break up Kelce introduces Topper to a couple of his girl friends (the reader included) and topper finds the reader cute and just ends up talking to her the whole time (maybe at a party and he takes her home after)?"

summary: Kelce invites Topper to a party after his break up with Sarah. That's where he meets you.

warnings: language (maybe idk i forgot lmao), mentions of alcohol and drinking, kissing

WC: 1.5k

(not my gif, creds to the owner!)

Topper’s break-up with Sarah took a toll on him. Of course, he was pretty heartbroken after finding out what was going on between her and John B. After all he thought that he had loved Sarah. At least that’s what it had felt like to him. That’s what he told himself.

For weeks, Topper moped around, barely leaving his room. He didn’t feel like going to parties, playing golf or hanging out with his friends. He just wanted to be alone so he could think everything through. Sometimes he even had trouble sleeping.

After a while, his friends became worried. Especially Kelce. Topper was his best friend. He found it was weird that he was acting like this over a girl. Even if this girl was Sarah Cameron.

So, Kelce decided that he was going to help his best friend get over Sarah. He knew that Topper would not respond to his messages or calls, so he just showed up at his house one day, totally unannounced. Topper’s mom let him in.

Kelce knocked on his bedroom door and waited for an answer. Topper mumbled a faint ‘come in’ from the other side of the door. Kelce then opened the door and walked in, seeing Topper sitting on his bed playing videogames.

“Hey, Top!” Kelce patted him on the shoulder as a greeting and sat down beside him. Topper just gave him a ‘hmph’ as an answer since he was so invested in his game.

“I’m throwing a party tonight. I think you should come.”

“No, thanks.” Topper didn’t even look away from the screen. Kelce stood up and pulled the plug, so the screen went black. “Dude, what the fuck?” Topper protested, throwing his controller across the room.

“You need to get out of the house. Like ASAP. You look like shit, to be honest.”

Topper rolled his eyes. “You think I don’t know that?”

“I’m just saying that you need to get out there again. Don’t let that bitch ruin your entire life.”

“Don’t call her a bitch.”

“Stop protecting her, you’re not together anymore.” Topper didn’t let it show but the words hurt him. It had been weeks since his break-up with Sarah. Maybe Kelce was right. Maybe he should get out there and be the Topper everyone knew. Fuck it.

“Fine. I’ll come to your stupid party.”

Kelce smiled in victory. “Be there at 10.” With that, he left. And Topper was all alone again. For the rest of the day Topper spent his time trying to look normal again. He tried to get rid of the dark circles under his eyes, make his hair look normal so it wouldn’t look like a bird’s nest, he even worked out. When 10 o’clock started rolling around, he walked over to Kelce’s place. His house wasn’t far away anyways. He didn’t like bringing his car to parties because he was afraid that something might happen to it. His mother would literally kill him.

“You came!” Kelce exclaimed throwing his arm around Topper. “I gotta introduce you to some of my friends.”

“What friends?” Topper asked sarcastically and Kelce rolled his eyes. “You’re funny.”

Kelce led him to a small group of girls sitting on the couch, chatting amongst themselves. You included. You had never been a big fan of parties but your friends had dragged you there that night basically against your will. But you were definitely going to thank them after your eyes met the one and only, Topper Thornton.

“Ladies.” Kelce plopped down between two of your friends, giving them both a smile. “I’m pretty sure you all know my good friend Topper.” He waved his hand, motioning for Topper to sit down as well. The couch was huge but it was mostly occupied so the only available seat was next to you.

“You mind if I sit?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Not at all.” He gave you a small smile as a way of thanking you and took his seat next to you.

Kelce started introducing your friend group to Topper and soon everyone exept you had been introduced.

“And last, but definitely not least, Y/N. She hates parties so go easy on her, Top.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Topper said politely, waving at everyone. Then turning to you, he said. “You hate parties, huh? Then what are you doing here?”

You sighed. “My friends dragged me here tonight. They said something along the lines of ‘you’re boring’ and ‘stop sitting at home every night, watching your stupid movies’ and so on.”

“Well, if it makes you better, I didn’t really want to come tonight either.”

“You didn’t? How come? You seem like the partying type.” You were honestly surprised.

“Just because. And what do you mean I seem like the partying type?” He didn’t want to bring up his break-up with Sarah. That was the whole reason he came here tonight. To forget.

“I don’t know. You just give off those vibes I guess.”

“Hmm fair.”

“Would you like a drink? I can make some really good ones.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like parties, but sure,” Topper said but still followed you into the kitchen.

“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to drink,” you said, winking at him. You gathered the different types of alcohol you needed and started making a drink for him. Once you were finished, you added some ice and then gave it to him. He took a small sip at first, almost cautiously.

“Oh, come on, grandma! You gotta down the whole thing!” you laughed. So he drank the whole thing and then placed the glass on the kitchen counter.

“That was actually really good.”

“I told you so,” you said with a knowing smirk.

“Okay, since you made me a drink it’s only fair that I make you one too.” He gently nudged you out of the way and started making a drink for you as well. You hoisted yourself onto the counter and just watched him. The way his muscles moved and how he bit his lower lip in concentration made you so attracted to him for some reason. But you didn’t feel bad about it though. He was attractive anyway. All the girls in Kildare were head over heels for him.

“Okay, here you go.” He handed you the drink and you took a sip of it. It surprised you that it actually tasted really good. You took another sip.

“Judging by the looks of it, you like it.”

“I love it,” you admitted, making him smile like he had won the lottery. He definitely felt like it.

“What do you say we get out of here? Considering the fact that we both didn’t want to come here in the first place…”

You didn’t even have to think before giving him an answer. “Sure.”

He took your hand his as he led you through the crowd of dancing people. When Kelce spotted you two leaving hand-in-hand he cheered which made the both of you laugh.

“We can go to my place,” he offered, thankful that his mom wasn’t at home that night.

“Yeah, sure, fine by me.”

You walked to his place, still holding hands. It felt right. Your hands fit together perfectly, like they were made to so. He asked questions about yourself, wanting to get to know you better. He was surprised how into you he was. He hadn’t thought about Sarah even once this evening and it actually made him happy. He was moving on.

He unlocked the front door and held it open so you could walk in first. “What a gentleman,” you said. He actually felt his cheeks burn up. You had made Topper Thornton blush.

“Aww are you blushing?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek and swiping over it with your thumb. He gulped.

“I think we should watch one of your stupid movies. I have snacks.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “Because I don’t want to bore you.”

“A hundred per cent. The living room is right there, I’ll go get the snacks.”

You walked into the living room, picked up the remote and chose something to watch. You thought about what he would like as well. A few minutes passed and he became back with a bowl of popcorn and two beers. He handed one of them to you and sat down onto the couch, placing the bowl of popcorn between you two. You pressed ‘play’ on the remote.

Almost half of the movie was over when Topper took the bowl from between you and placed it onto the coffee table that was in front of you. Then, he scooted closer and placed his arm behind you on the couch. You took the hint and leaned into him, putting your hand on his chest.

“You know what, fuck this,” you finally said and swung your leg over his so you were now sitting on his lap. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Topper was surprised at first but recollected himself quickly and started kissing you back. It became heated really quickly and you had to pull away to catch your breath.

“This was not what I was expecting to happen tonight but I can’t say I’m mad about it,” he say before pulling you into another kiss.

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[katsumiiii]

When they’re mad at you

Katsuki Bakugou x gn! poc reader

Eijirou Kirishima x gn! poc reader

Denki Kaminari x gn! poc reader

Katsuki Bakugou

katsuki and mad go hand in hand

whenever you see his ass he’s always mad about something

and if he’s not...

well either you’re dreaming or he’s sleep

either way he’d probably still be mad tbh

but let’s say you got him actually upset

like ACTUALLY pissed

whew chile I pray for everyone in that room

so you and katsuki were in the common room arguing

both of y’all are throwing jabs below the belt bc you guys are petty af

“you think you can be a hero with that shitty attitude?”

“at least I have a strong fucking quirk, I don’t even know how your ass got in this school. fucking extra.”

anyways, you’re not showing it but katsuki is low key hurting your feelings

ofc you aren’t gonna let him know that

soooo you say something slightly outta pocket

“right so my quirk is ass, but aren’t you the one who got kidnapped....twice? oh alright.”

the look in his eyes is heartbreaking

and although he tries to hide it, it’s pretty obvious that you hurt him

“you know what, fuck off. if you come anywhere near me ill fucking kill you.”

and he stomps off

now everyone’s looking at you like you fucked up

“oh so he can be an asshole to me, but when im one back it’s an issue?? you know what mind y’all fucking business.”

now you’re even more upset bc everyone was taking his side

you hide out in your room for a while, thinking about everything

you then realize that what you said was triffling

“damnit!”

you try everything to get him to talk to you again

but he won’t even acknowledge your  existence

everytime you try to go up and talk to him he acts like you’re not even there

“katsuki listen, can I-”

“shitty hair, come one let’s go fucking work out or some shit.”

okaayyyy guess you have to try again

“babe I know you’re pissed but-”

“DEKU!! BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”

oh, so he’d rather talk to Izuku

the disrespect

but you know you fucked up so you don’t stop trying

and eventually get him to talk to you again

“katsuki please, just fucking talk to me.”

“the fuck do you want?”

you’re elated, I mean he’s never fully ignored you before

plus you miss the cuddles, and food

especially the food

“im sorry babe, I was pissed at the stuff you were saying and I wanted to hit you where it hurt. I made you some hot ramen to let you know I’m really sorry.”

he looked you up and down, his face in that same goofy ass sneer

“tch, fine I forgive you or whatever. but im not eating this shit. it doesn’t even look edible.”

“are you crazy?! the packets are good as fuck babe.”

“YOU BOUGHT ME THE SHITTY PACKET?!”

Eijirou Kirishima

what the fuck did you do to possibly make this boy mad?

I mean seriously

you really had to fuck up in order for him to even be remotely pissed

I don’t wanna talk about it

but we gon talk about it OKAY

so you was in the kitchen searching for something to drink

at the top of the fridge, you see a bottle of cranberry juice right next to kirishima’s premium crimson riot protein powder

so being the smart bitch you are, you decide to climb up on top of the counter top to get your cranberry juice

“fuck why is it up so high?”

you stick your tongue out in concentration trying to get your juice

and finally you grab it

while also knocking over kirishima’s premium crimson riot protein powder

“oh shit.”

“Y/N?! ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!”

your baby walking in with his hair down looking all confused

he then looks down at the floor, noticing the powder pooling into the cracks of the tile

he looks at you

you look at him

he looks back down at the floor

then right back at you

“heyyyyy babyyyy.”

“what the fuck?”

he bites his lip in agitation, trying not to yell

“I spent hours in line for that babe.”

“I know....sorry?”

he literally could not look at you, so he turned around and left

“fuck! great job Y/N.....least I got my cranberry juice.”

the next couple of days he was visibly different

unresponsive, not as smiley

“he’s really mad at me over some stupid protein powder....”

bakugou would not stop staring you down

mentally telling you to fix this shit or he would skin you alive

yeah not gonna happen

so you trot your ass to the store

sighing at the long ass line in front of you

“fucking god.”

eventually you manage to get the powder, placing it in his room for when he gets back from training

the next day kirishima runs over to you, kissing you repeatedly on the face

“THANK YOU BABE!! IT WAS MANLY OF YOU TO FIX YOUR MISTAKE!”

“you’re welcome baby.”

“but how’d you manage to get 6 bottles?”

“I had to fight a couple bitches.”

Denki Kaminari

yeah he literally cannot stay mad at you

like at all

and there’s no POSSIBLE way you could even REMOTELY make him angry at you for a long period of time

he’s not petty like bakugou

he’d be mad for like 1 hour and then come back asking for cuddles

what he’s mad over is probably dumb af anyways

okay so you and denki were hanging out in his room

watching reality tv

bc that’s how y’all bond

and during the show the two main girls were arguing over some dumb shit that ppl on reality tv always do

and denki ofc wants to say his little two cents

“no way, she’s totally wrong for that. don’t you think babe?”

“no, I would’ve done the same shit.”

he’s very much betrayed

looks at you like you’re crazy

slowly gets up from the bed

inching closer and closer towards the door

“are you actually upset? you asked for my opinion.”

“yeah but you were supposed to agree with me!”

you roll your eyes bc atp you’re not even taking him seriously

“Y/NNN, im really mad at youuu.”

“yeah ok.”

“FINE THEN! DON’T TALK TO ME!”

“okay.”

he stomps away, his lips curled into a pout

meanwhile you continue to watch your show

he looks back every once in a while to see if you were coming after him

“IM LEAVING FOR REAL NOW!”

“okay.”

“GOING INTO THE ELEVATOR!!”

“yep.”

“NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN!!”

“cool.”

he’s definitely like 10 feet away from your door

you gave him about 30 minutes, deciding that you were sick of reality tv, switching over to a scary movie instead

you see denki’s head peep over the doorframe

“is that the conjuring?”

“yes.”

“mhm I guess I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“what an honor.”

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[wish-upon-a-sapphic-star]

🎵 A duck walked up to a lemonade stand

And he said to the man, running the stand

"Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?"

The man said

"No we just sell lemonade. But it's cold

And it's fresh 🎵

At nine years old, Remus Lupin was a failed businessman.

A gust of wind blew past and he slammed his hand down on the flimsy poster board that was his sign before it could fly away. He read it again.

LEMONADE. 1 DOLLAR PER CUP.

He had considered marking down the price a few times, but he had only sold one cup so far, and he couldn’t buy anything with one dollar. It would be better to just wait for someone to buy another cup at the current price than settle for one dollar and fifty cents, even if it might mean a faster sale.

The park bench was uncomfortable, to say the least. The metal at the top stuck out in one spot and it kept poking him in the back, and he had lost any feeling in his butt a long time ago. Still, he held onto his sign and cups and pitcher. He had made that lemonade himself, and he was going to sell it. Even if it meant sitting out in the sun for four hours and only earning one dollar.

A laugh came from the playground and his eyes drifted towards the sound. Two boys around his age were throwing sand at each other in the sandbox, one holding his long hair back with his hand, the other squinting, though not from the sun, since his glasses were hanging from the collar of his shirt. A toddler slid down the twisty slide. A girl with bright red hair was climbing on the monkey bars.

Remus ignored the part of himself that wanted to join the others on the play structure. He was here to make a profit, and he was failing. Now wasn’t the time for fun and games.

His biggest mistake was forgetting to bring his Monsters Inc watch. His mom had said she wanted him home by sunset, though, so he guessed that he had another two hours left.

The cloud that had been covering the sun passed, and the heat beat down on him, reminding him of just how thirsty he was. His eyes flicked to the pitcher. Well, since he wasn’t selling any lemonade anyway…

“Hey, got any grapes?”

Remus stiffened, startled. It was one of the boys from the sandbox. His dark curls hung on his shoulders, clearly tangled, and his ears were even redder than the rest of his flushed face. Probably a sunburn.

“Sorry, what?”

The boy repeated himself. “Got any grapes?”

“Why the fuck would I have any grapes?”

The boy’s eyes widened. Remus vaguely remembered something about being told not to curse in front of other kids, but he didn’t really care. There was a badly drawn duck on the boy’s shirt, and it was taunting him.

Duck Boy regained his composure and gave a sideways grin. “My name is Sirius.”

Remus narrowed his eyes. “Remus.”

“I like your name.”

He hesitated, not sure how to respond. “...Thanks. Why do you want grapes?”

Sirius just shrugged, shoved the pitcher to the side, and sat next to Remus on the bench. “I’m leaving the park in a few minutes to go back to my friend’s house. You should come with us.”

Remus glanced down at the duck on Sirius’ shirt, surely meant to be a warning about this boy’s sanity. “You just met me. We’re not even friends.”

“Sure we are!”

Remus was pretty sure that wasn’t how friendship worked, but he hadn’t exactly experienced it before, either. Not that he was going to tell Duck Boy that. “You don’t even know me. Name one thing you know about me.”

“I know that you’re cute,” Sirius said with a smile.

Remus bristled. The only people who called him cute were his aunt and his grandfather, both of whom would then croon about how much he’d grown since they last saw him. He stood, arms crossed. “You can’t be that much older than me.”

“No, not the way adults say it. Cute like the way boys talk about girls.”

Remus was practically fuming. “I’m not a girl, either.”

“No, but you are cute.” Sirius smiled, and his nose crinkled as he did.

Remus deflated, finally catching his meaning. His cheeks felt warm. Maybe he liked it if Sirius thought he was cute. Maybe because he thought Sirius was kind of cute, too.

Any warm feelings he had evaporated when he realized Sirius had just finished a cup of lemonade and was helping himself to another.

Remus snatched the pitcher away. “I hope you plan on paying for that.”

Sirius’ guilty smile said enough.

Remus glared and grabbed the cups and sign. He should have known better. Once he had a firm grip on his things, he turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Sirius ran to catch up to him. “If you come with me to James’ house, his mom can pay you.”

He shook his head. He had no reason to trust Duck Boy.

“In fact, she’ll pay twenty dollars for the rest of it.”

Now that made him pause. “Twenty dollars, huh?” That was easily worth double what was left in the pitcher.

“It’s really good lemonade,” Sirius said with a wink.

Remus’ face heated up again. “Hmm. Okay.”

“Yes!” Sirius jumped a solid foot in the air and turned to yell across the park to his friend. “James, we’re bringing Remus with us!”

“Okay!”

Maybe Remus’ business venture wasn’t a failure, after all.

Maybe he had made a couple friends out of it, too.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Guess it’s good brother dream brain rot time now that we’ve pretty much canonized phoenix Tommy in it. I must now do my proper due diligence. Adding in my two cents and furthering the spread of my brand, phoenix Tommy.

When Tommy is a little tiny thing Phil does everything in his power to try and keep it quiet that Tommy isn’t a regular avian hybrid, but a phoenix. Things like phoenixes, dragons, or other mythical avians are extremely rare mutations that happen seemingly without any reason but will often reoccur within the same bloodline more often than not. 

Phil is something mythical. Maybe a dragon, maybe a griffin, maybe even something a little less well known like the zhenniao, yatagarasu, or alicanto. Either way he’s something mythical, it runs in his blood. It ends up running in Tommy’s too. Phil is one of the few mythological avians who doesn’t hide his features because people are usually far too fearful of both him an Technoblade to do anything. Unfortunately, what people weren’t scared of was the idea of trying to kidnap a child.

There were attempts to steal away Wilbur when he was little. Before he started presenting and turned out to be just your regular avian. There were fewer attempts when it came to Tommy. There was unfortunately one attempt that ended up being successful, he was stolen from the cradle and subsequently lost in a skirmish when Techno and Phil caught up to the man who took Tommy. 

Dream found baby Tommy floating along in the river, figured the kid was probably abandoned since he’d heard of orphaned children being floated down rivers and never seen again, and subsequently took Tommy in. 

Everything was fine and okay for a couple years and Tommy was quickly accepted into the family. Unfortunately when Tommy turned five his traits started to come in and he nearly burned down the house. The family didn’t want to abandon Tommy but realizing he was a mythical avian was a problem to say the least. So Dream, having recently become an active admin, gathered up his things and left with Tommy. He didn’t blame his family for their worries but he wasn’t going to abandon his little brother either. Not when he’d found Tommy. Not when he’d been the one to practically raise Tommy. 

Dream and Tommy were very distrustful of strangers still for obvious reasons and Tommy was pretty much stuck wearing the mask in order to protect himself, but Dream did what he could. Dream didn’t originally wear a mask actually, he decided they should match as a way to make Tommy feel bad for always having to wear the mask when he didn’t want to. He found private places that were safe where Tommy could practice flying and stretch his wings since Dream was super concerned early on about them atrophying and never being able to properly carry Tommy. Sure, it was too dangerous for Tommy to actively go flying often, but Dream didn’t want to accidentally ruin Tommy’s chances of ever being able to fly. The most important facet of their relationship is that he wanted to protect Tommy but never cage him.

When Dream first took control of the Dream SMP it was originally so he could make it a safe space for himself and Tommy, only allowing his few friends who knew about Tommy and what he was to join, like Sapnap and George who have a super good relationship with both Dream and Tommy in this au. Dream is still super jumpy and protective of Tommy and Tommy trusts people a lot less, but Tommy also acts as something of an ambassador in Dream’s interpersonal relationships, keeping Dream from becoming too jumpy and letting them decay. Similarly Dream taught Tommy to be a lot more cautious of strangers and this Tommy is a heck of a lot stronger having grown up with a pvp legend like Dream. 

When other people started joining it was still a controlled enough environment that while cautious, Dream let Tommy “play” for lack of a better word. Three canon lives is a rule everywhere that everyone has to abide by, regardless of what admin you’re living under. The admin doesn’t get to decide what’s canon either, it’s something seemingly up to chance. Or maybe the gods. No one knows what makes being pushed off a cliff by your mortal enemy so different from falling off one by your own stupidity, but some people theorize it’s the intention of the action.

Obviously this isn’t a rule that applies to Tommy. They both know it, him and Dream. And here’s the thing. Some legends say that there are no draw backs to a phoenix dying. Others say that too many deaths too quickly will slowly harm the phoenix. Both of these are false. A phoenix needs deaths. Canon deaths. The same way that kids needs to be tossed in the air and spun around to help develop their brains as really little kids, a phoenix needs to die repeatedly for their brains and bodies to properly mature fully and in a healthy manner. It’s an actual necessity for them to die, in fact, too few canon deaths run the risk of a phoenix getting sick and dying permanently. 

So when new people join the Dream SMP, Dream doesn’t hesitate letting Tommy side against him. It’s an unspoken rule between them. Good brother Dream goes pretty similar to canon up until Pogtopia actually. Dream doesn’t hesitate to take those two canon lives and Tommy intentionally misses during their duel. He ends up with way more canon deaths than just two, and he keeps secret what they are from the rest of the SMP, saying the two times Dream killed him were the canon two. Each time he dies his magic gets a little stronger, his feathers taking on an even glossier coat. He still gets pissed at Eret after the betrayal because everyone else doesn’t have unlimited canon lives, but Dream shushes and reassures him that if anyone does die permanently then he’ll help Tommy bring them back.

Phoenixes are creatures tied to the frayed and broken bridge that crosses life and death. Just like they can’t die and have dominance over flames, another power of the phoenixes is that they’re uniquely skilled when it comes to necromancy. Real necromancy. Not the human equivalent that brings back soulless husks with a tendency for destruction and malevolence. A phoenix is the only creature that can bring a soul back from the dead in tact. Tommy knows this by merit of instinct, and did it only once before for the sake of Dream. Regular people know this by merit of books like the one Schlatt tries to trade Dream.

So Dream and Tommy mostly put on an act while the war is happening but then act all buddy buddy and like actual brothers off the battle fields which confuses everyone (besides the already aware George and Sapnap) and mildly upsets Wilbur, but everyone just kinda gets used to it.

Until Pogtopia. Because we need some kind of conflict I’m giving Schlatt a very special role. Schlatt was a hybrid who got captured by poachers as a child and sold into the hybrid slave trade. He was one of the lucky few who turned the tables and managed to earn his freedom, ultimately turning towards being a poacher himself. Schlatt comes to L'manberg and becomes president with the intention of selling every hybrid in the country, in the Dream SMP as a whole, to his traders. The reason he chose the Dream SMP specifically? Well, wouldn’t you know it, he’s heard rumors that apparently there’s a phoenix hiding around somewhere. Not to mention the Dream SMP is absolutely loaded with hybrids because of Dream’s rather public policy about hybrid tolerance (he isn’t a hybrid, but he knows the affect being a hybrid has had on Sapnap and he still fears for Tommy so he tries to make somewhere that maybe one day Tommy can be open about what he is.)

Schlatt can’t immediately tell it’s Tommy who’s the phoenix because Tommy himself is an even rarer variation of phoenix called a soul flame phoenix, which is why his eyes and wings are a soul fire blue. Schlatt came in expecting crimson and our boy is out here with wings that look like the place where the sky meets the sea. Schlatt even dismisses Tommy initially and starts investigating some of the people who look human or avians with orange and yellow feathers. This is also why Phil can’t immediately recognize Tommy when he joins the SMP. While he can hide them with magic, Tommy usually has his wings on display since the Dream SMP is designed to be a safe space for hybrids. This Dream doesn’t have a ban on flying (he thought about it, maybe setting aside specific areas where winged hybrids could exercise, but it was quickly scrapped via Tommy repeatedly throwing himself off cliffs and then remembering he wasn’t supposed to be flying, immediately letting himself drop and die. Some of those ‘accidents’ were even canon and Dream just gave up on the rule.)

For this AU, I imagine that Dream would be a bit more in tune with people and empathetic so he’d probably call in Techno and Phil for help when he sees Wilbur starting to take a dive. Both out of worry for his own younger brother who’s sticking by Wilbur and consideration for the fact Wilbur himself took something of an older brother role. Sure he was a little jealous, but he understand well enough that everyone who meets Tommy either falls into one of two categories. They hate the kid and want him dead or they want to be his older sibling who’d burn down the world if he asked them to. George and Sapnap can both attest to the fact there are only two types of people in this world when it comes to Tommy and people usually start as the first before slowly becoming the second. 

So Techno and Phil show up early which is really good because Schlatt finally reveals his true intentions and neither Techno nor Phil are very chill with them. I dunno how the reveal will go between them and Tommy yet. I don’t even know for Good Brother Dream if we’re having Techno be a family friend or older brother so hard to say.

Anyway, I think that’d probably be where the main plot kinda starts to kick off so I’ll stop there for now. If I go for too much longer I’ll just end up wanting to write it…

[searchingwardrobes]

It’s Been . . . a DAY 2/3

One month a few days, and finally I bring you chapter two! Sorry for the wait. Are you ready for Killian to have a bad day? And maybe a certain blonde makes it better?

Summary: Emma Swan bursts into Killian’s life in spectacular fashion - when her three year old pees on his office floor. Nevertheless, Killian is mesmerized by this tenacious woman. Perhaps fate will let them cross paths again …

Rated: G

Words: Just a bit over 2k in this chapter

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Chapter Two:

“That’ll be $2.50.”

It’s an innocuous statement, or it normally would be, but Killian has just escaped the office after a particularly nasty run-in with Zelena Green. Escaped her demands for the most ridiculous tax deductions (with no receipts, mind you) along with her shrill screeching and her terrifying claws - ahem, manicure - so swiftly that he apparently ran to the coffee shop empty handed. 

“Um . . .” Killian’s panic mounts as he pats his jeans pockets and then his leather jacket with no success. “I think,” he chuckles awkwardly and throws the barista a lopsided and charming (he hopes) smile, “I forgot my wallet.”

The barista simply arches a brow at him, communicating quite clearly that she is immune to his wiles. She braces her arms on the counter and leans towards him.

“It’s still $2.50.”

He clutches the to-go cup in his hand so tightly that it threatens to pop the lid. 

“I heard you, lass, and I plan on giving you the money. I just need to run back to the office -”

“You’re not going anywhere until you give me two dollars and fifty cents.”

For a moment, he wants to snap at her, but he learned long ago that he can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. He leans his hip against the counter casually, lowers his gaze a bit, and gives the barista his best smolder.

“You’re a good worker . . .” he finds her name tag, “Ashley. I admire that. I promise you can trust me. My office is only down the block. I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Or I’ll never see you again. Just give me the damn $2.50. I got my pay docked last week for the tinder being short, and I sure as hell won’t let it happen again.”

This is clearly not his day. 

“$2.50 you said?” a voice over his shoulder asks. 

Killian spins, recognizing that voice. His eyes widen with joy when he sees none other than Emma Swan standing there with a sparkle in her green eyes and a smirk on her lips. She leans around him to set her cup beside his. 

“Just put his on my bill,” she tells the barista.

“I can’t let you do that,” he starts to protest, but Emma lifts a hand to stop his words. 

“It’s the least I can do after . . . well, what happened to your floors.”

He chuckles lightly, and she blushes even as she shakes her head and lifts her gaze to the ceiling as if to say what’s a mother to do though, right?

“Fine by me,” Ashley says with a shrug, ringing up Emma’s purchase. “So that’ll be $6.15.”

Killian grimaces inwardly - this is a local place, and the prices are steep - but Emma doesn’t even flinch as she scans her card and then takes the receipt. She turns to Killian with a smile, holding out his to-go cup. 

“I am in your debt,” he tells her. 

Emma rolls her eyes and waves her hand. “Are you kidding? We’re even now.”

Killian racks his brain for a way to prolong this little encounter, but before his mind can connect to his vocal chords, Emma turns to the bar that holds the cream, sugar, and various shakers of spices. He hovers, his brain still refusing to cooperate, as she removes the lid of her cup and shakes some cinnamon on the swirls of whipped cream inside. He practically jumps when she ends up breaking the awkward silence first. 

“You see, I didn’t really mind adding your $2.50 to my order. That’s nothing in this place.” She snaps the lid back on her cup and turns to face him. “Let me guess, regular coffee, black?”

He nods, a smile curling his lips as he takes a sip of said coffee. “Aye. And yours is?”

“Hot chocolate, actually. Most expensive thing on the menu besides the pastries, which is just unfair, in my opinion.”

Their gazes connect over the rims of their cups, and Killian catalogues the new information. She prefers hot chocolate over coffee, with whipped cream and cinnamon. 

“That doesn’t happen to you often, does it?” she asks.

“Forgetting my wallet?”

“No, your charm not working.”

Killian tilts his head back and laughs. Then he saunters closer to her, bends his head, and lowers his voice. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She doesn’t seem to be visibly affected by his flirting in the least. Instead, she tosses him a casual smirk, one eyebrow arching. “Perhaps I would.”

His heart hammers in his chest as he searches her eyes. This woman is a bloody marvel. He had seen it even when she was falling apart in his office, and it’s even clearer now when she’s the one in control. His gaze falls to her lips, and he can’t help wetting his own. Abruptly, she clears her throat  and takes a step back. 

“I . . . uh, I really need to get back to my stuff.”

She hurries over to a table by the window and starts gathering up a laptop and some books and papers. A highlighter marker falls off and rolls across the floor. Killian picks it up and hands it to her. 

“Thanks,” she mutters, color staining her cheeks. 

“Work?”

“Uh, no,” she stammers, tucking hair behind both ears, “it’s school. My current job sucks, quite frankly, so I’m trying to get my degree.”

“That’s admirable,” Killan tells her sincerely. “In what?”

“Dental hygiene,” she wrinkles her nose adorably. “I know that’s stupid.”

Killian frowns. “Why in the world would you say that?”

Emma shrugs. “I mean, who likes teeth?”

He arches both brows as he bites down on his lower lip. “I can think of some reasons people would.”

She rolls her eyes again and smacks him in the arm. “You know what I mean!”

They both laugh then as he rubs at his arm exaggeratedly. “Okay, seriously, dentists like teeth. I mean, I assume they do.”

Emma shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I mean, maybe some, but mostly I think they just know it will make them lots of money.”

“And that’s why you want to be a dental hygienist?”

Emma lifts her messenger bag and loops it over her shoulder. “I don’t need to be rich, but secure would be nice. I want to give Henry a good life, you know? And dental hygiene is steady work, steady pay, and good hours.”

Emma doesn’t seem to mind when Killian walks beside her as they leave the coffee shop. 

“You’re a good mother, Emma. I still fail to see where any of that is stupid.”

She hitches the bag further up her shoulder, then takes another sip of her hot chocolate. “I don’t know. Aren’t I supposed to be studying something I’m passionate about? Instead, I’m being completely pragmatic. All I need for this career is an associate’s degree, which will take way less time and money.”

“I think we put way too much pressure on people to find a career - a passion, as you say. At the end of the day, a job is pragmatic. We need money to live, and a job gives us that.”

“Is that why you became an accountant?” Emma tilts her head and studies him as she asks the question. “You don’t seem the type. No offense.”

He scratches behind his ear. “None taken. And yes, I make good money at it, so that’s part of it. Liam and I went our entire childhood barely surviving, so we both vowed to change that when we were old enough.”

“I get that,” Emma mutters into her cup of hot chocolate. Killian wonders at the comment, but doesn’t press her. 

“I do like numbers, though, so does Liam. We both excelled at that when we were in the Navy, and . . .” he shook his head. “It’s a dull story. We’ll just use the cliche the rest is history.”

Emma laughs, a free and easy thing in the early spring air, and Killian wants to hold onto it. For some reason, he gets the impression it’s a rare sound from her. 

“I suppose going to school for accounting is about as interesting as dental hygiene.”

“Well, then, here’s to making a living,” he tells her cheerfully, extending his coffee cup. 

She taps it with her cup of cocoa. “To making a living.”

They both sip, the air becoming charged again as their gazes linger. Then Emma glances over his shoulder, and her eyes light up. 

“Flowers!” 

She hurries over to the sidewalk display and picks up a bunch of snowdrops. “These are Mary Margaret’s favorite,” she said with a smile. 

“Really? Elsa loves them too,” Killian says, gently touching a delicate white blossom. “Who is Mary Margaret?”

“My sister,” Emma tells him, her smile fond, “foster sister, technically. Eva and Leopold adopted me when I was twelve and Mary Margaret was sixteen. I was a terror, let me tell you.”

“You had been through a lot of pain, I’m sure.”

Emma studies him for a moment, slight surprise lighting her eyes. “Yeah, I had . . . but the three of them loved me anyway. And now, well, Mary Margaret is both my sister and my best friend. She and Eva both watch Henry for me while I work and study.”

“What about Leopold?”

Emma buries her nose in the snowdrops, “He passed away when I was still in high school.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Emma gives her head a quick shake. “The point is, Mary Margaret and Eva are both the absolute best. I don’t know what I would do without them. David’s not bad either, I guess.” She chuckles fondly.

“David?” He assumes by her laughter that he isn’t a boyfriend. Please don’t let him be a boyfriend.

“Mary Margaret’s husband. They’re newlyweds and completely nauseating.”

Killian treasures each tiny nugget of Emma’s life and files it carefully away. He wants to know so much more. How did she come to have Henry? Why is she raising him alone? What pain was she forced to endure those first twelve years of her life? Though he can imagine that last one fairly well. He and Liam had spent nearly that long shuffled from home to home after their mother’s death, Brennan Jones never wanting to take responsibility for his sons. 

“I want to buy these for Jones & Jones,” Emma tells him, “as a thank you.”

“We’ve told you that it was no trouble. Besides, you bought my coffee, remember?”

Emma shakes her head. “I’ve been meaning to come by with flowers all week, but I was just too embarrassed. Please let me.”

Killian nods, albeit a bit reluctantly. He guesses that Emma is on a tight budget. She said her job sucks, and she’s caring for a toddler while also putting herself through school. He’s sure the small family she mentioned helps when they can, but still, she already spent over six dollars at the coffee shop, thanks to him. However, he can already see that she is a lass of great pride. He doesn’t want to insult her by refusing the gift. 

Emma purchases the flowers, and then she walks with him the rest of the way to Jones & Jones. Elsa exclaims over the flowers just as Killian expected her to, even enveloping Emma in a hug. Ariel hugs her too and asks about Henry. Even Liam is lured away from his desk, and he ends up showing off pictures of little Ian to Emma. He and Elsa swap funny stories about raising a three year old, and before long, an hour has passed. 

“Oh my God,” Emma suddenly gasps, “what time is it?”

“Almost five,” Elsa tells her. 

“Shit, I’ve gotta go. Mary Margaret is expecting me soon, and Henry gets cranky when dinner is late.”

Killian stands there like an idiot as Emma rushes out in a whirlwind, leaving her now cold hot chocolate on the edge of Killian’s desk. 

“Please tell me you asked her out this time,” Liam says once the door has shut behind her. 

Killian groans. He didn’t even get her number. 

“Maybe you’ll run into her again?” Ariel suggests, but there isn’t much faith in her voice.

Not that Killian blames her for her doubt. Fate gave him a second chance, and he doesn’t hold out much hope that it will give him a third. 

[p---ink]

White.

Author’s Note: First Chris Oneshot. It was supposed to be a blurb/drabble, but I think its a bit too long for that now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this filth. Also you ever get that feeling, where you feel like you've came up with an idea in your head originally, but also feel like you may have seen it somewhere else? Yea that's how I feel about this piece. So if you've read something similar to this, please link it and let me know so I can edit or delete this post altogether.

Summary: Chris greets you after a long day at work, with some TLC.

Word Count: 2.9k.

Warning: Fluff and Smut. Oral (female receiving), fingering, Semi-mean Daddy Chris, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, and I think...maybe that’s it? Please let me know if I forgot something.

Disclaimer: Gif is not mine. 

“The kids are asleep?” You whispered, when he held his finger to his lips upon your arrival. 

“Yea, I just laid Ezra down. That is one rowdy little person.” He said chuckling, leaning down to plant a kiss on your mouth. He held you by your waist to pepper more along your face. 

“Chris baby, you are a God-send.” You sighed, leaning in to his touch. “You will not believe the shitty day I had.”

“Hold that thought and take a seat, doll” he ordered, urging you towards the living room by your shoulders. “I’ll be right back.” He promised. 

You sighed as you threw your work bag down on the love chair beside you, kicking your shoes off in the process.  When you crossed the room to drop down on the sofa, the weight of today’s events crushed you instantaneously, as you waited for your husband to return. 

You’ve been married for six years, and he’s been good to you for all of them. Great even. He always listened, and almost never complained. How could he when he was usually away, due to his job? 

He was forever busy with filming, press tours and whatnot. It made him feel guilty to leave you and your sons so often. So any time he was at home for a break, he took full advantage. He spent time with his boys, and then the rest with you, spoiling you all with his love. 

Preoccupied with your stress, you almost failed to notice Chris taking a seat in front of you. He took hold of one of your legs, and that’s when you noticed your spa-kit placed next to him. 

“Baby, you don’t have to do this.” You cried, scrunching your face in relief when he rubbed your calf in just the right spot.

Chris flashed those pretty baby blues at you, along with that signature smug smirk. “You know I do. And you know I want to.” He said, before dousing his hands with oil. 

As he firmly massaged the coconut into your skin, you couldn’t help but marvel at him. Taking a pillow into your arms to hug, and hide your giddy smile, you reply with, “What I did I do to deserve you?”

“Well I would tell you, but I don’t have enough time, because you’ve got to tell me about what’s got my girl so upset.” He informed you with a stern look that read who do I have to kill? “Before you do that,” he started, placing your newly moisturized leg down before grabbing the other, “Choose a color.” 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, peering over to take a look into the open basket. It had an assorted amount of different nail polishes and products for nail care. Your favorite color currently decorated the bottom of the basket, and it made you recall the time your oldest son Jeremy spilled its contents over while playing a game of “paint” about a week ago. That boy. You thought, shaking your head playfully. Well I guess I won’t be choosing that one. 

After a moment of close examination, and scrutiny, you chose “White”, which made Chris immediately stop his measures against your legs, to peer up at you through hooded lids. 

“So its one of those days, huh.” He smirked. “I was hoping you’d pick that one.”

“What do you mean by that?” You questioned. You hadn’t known he preferred certain colors on you. 

“I’ll tell you later, but first tell me about your day baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You were dying to get it all off your chest.  You spilled out your hearts content, as your husband massaged your legs, then your feet, and in between your toes. As he delicately removed the old paint from your last session, and proceeded to paint your feet, you were almost finished relaying the message. 

“…and its just like they treat me like I’m insane! But you know what? The way i’m always overlooked, and ignored, makes me feel like I am going insane. Every time I suggest an idea, its stupid. But let some asshat say the exact same thing, and they praise him like a god.” You complain, rolling your eyes, at your memories from your work day. 

Chris offered you the occasional nod or two, humming softly at your cries of frustration when needed. And as much as he wanted to offer his two cents on the matter, he knew that what you wanted most was to be heard. You just wanted to be listened to. And while you wouldn’t of minded him beating their asses, he knew you needed his tenderness. His love. His care. And so that’s what he gave you. 

“And you know why they do it right? It’s because I’m a woman! A black one at that. Lord Jesus, it pisses me off so much.” You sigh, finally bringing your eyes down to him, after they had been trained on the air and nothingness around you; you had a habit of re-living stories as you told them. “But honey, this has really helped out a lot.” You say, cupping his chin lovingly. 

“You know I’ll do anything for you doll. And fuck those sons of bitches. They’re idiots if they can’t see how amazing you are. If you quit, like I suggested a while ago, that’ll really show ‘em.” Chris exclaimed, applying a second coat of white.

“Now you know I love what I do. I just wish I was more appreciated is all!” 

He gave you a sympathetic look before saying, “well you know me and the boys appreciate you.”, running his fingers along the ridges of your toes to remove the misapplied dye on your skin. 

“I know you do baby. I mean look at what you’re doing for me now.” You said, gesturing towards the care he took with your feet. 

Chris just smiled in response. He only felt slightly defeated when you rejected his idea to stay at home. You told him many stories about the jerks you worked with. You were among one of the only women at your company, and you paid for that fact daily. You told him, how they would talk to you, and treat you, even though you had the same amount, if not more experience as they did. He didn’t want you to have to put up with that. He wanted you to kick your feet up and enjoy the life he would provide for you and the kids you both created. But, like the supportive husband he was, he honored your wishes to pursue your passions. He knew that was what made you happier at the moment. The time would come, where he could spoil you completely, though. 

“Speaking of this,” You started, motioning towards your feet once more. “What’d you mean when you said “So it’s one of those days, huh”” You asked, putting on your best impression of him. 

Chris put on a smile that could light up a room, as a deep throaty chuckle erupted from his chest, and vibrated through your body via your feet. “Is that what you think I sound like? No matter, I’ll tell you what I meant. I can predict exactly what it is you need, and how you feel, based on the nail polish color you choose.” He said confidently, picking up a clear polish to apply the final coat.

“Is that right?” You ask, failing to take him seriously, even when he flashed that cocky grin and brow twitch that he often used to back his claims. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Seriously. I can. Listen.” He informed you, opening the clear polish, and brushing the access paint along the insides of the bottle. “I can prove it.”

“Fine! Go ahead.” You state, becoming intrigued.

Delicately holding your left foot against his knee, he starts explaining his theory while applying polish. “You see, when you choose a pale blue or orange, I know you just wanna forget about things with a movie or a cuddle session. Forest green or black, when you feel like throwing a couple of shots back with your girls at a bar. Mauve and a nude of any kind are your favorites, and you request them when you need to feel in control, classy, or sophisticated. And you always choose a soft pink, or yellow, when you need a happy reminder, or a burst of energy and inspiration. Lavender, is a color I wish you’d choose more, since it represents your happiness. Gray, is a color I wish you’d choose less, since it means you’re sad. And then there’s plum purple and candy apple red, two colors I can’t get enough of. You want those, when you’re feeling sexy. See, baby I can read you like an open book.” He declared, moving on to your second foot. Feeling quite sure of himself. 

You just stared at him in awe. Then you realized he didn’t mention, the one he just spent  ten minutes applying. “You forgot about white.”

“Oh I didn’t forget angel.” He corrected, smirking as he finally finished painting both feet. “I’m just waiting on your toes to dry.” After he says this, he begins to sensually blow cool air on your toes. 

“Chris! Tell me what it means!” You pout playfully, growing fed up with his secrecy. Also tickled from the air he blew. 

“Fine. But be quiet, you don’t wanna wake those little demons.” He warned, fixing you with a stern look that made you erupt into quiet giggles. He always made you laugh with his juxtaposed funny-seriousness. He was seriously funny. “White is my absolute favorite. You wanna know why? Its simple, and doesn’t drown out your pretty personality. It goes with every outfit, purse, and hairstyle. You wear this color, when you’re frustrated. Exasperated. Annoyed. You choose white, when you need me to wrap those pretty little legs around my neck, so I can make you cum till kingdom come. Or until you see, ‘white’. Whichever comes first”. He finished, staring at you seriously all of the sudden. A thick silence had befallen the two of you, and you almost didn’t know how to escape it. 

After a moment, you break out into a smile, despite Chris’ unmoving features. “Are you sure that’s what I want? Or is it something you want?”

“It’s what you need.” He affirmed, finally matching your expression, only his smile held a lot more lust than yours. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I’ll tell you something alright, Chris. I think you paint my nails entirely too much.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, moving to pack up the spa kit, before saying “So in other words I’m right.” He rises to his feet, peering down through his long lashes with a knowing grin, before turning to leave the room. But not without saying, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.” Leaving you an anxious mess.

You start squirming in your seat, waiting with anticipation for him to return. You try to sit in your sexiest pose, but it makes you feel awkward. Then you start to wonder if you should remove your underwear. But you know he likes doing that. You even wonder if you smell okay, after such a long day at work. A million thoughts race through your mind, and you barely register his presence when reenters the room. You slightly jump, when you feel his warm hands brush against the nape of your neck.

“Shit baby.” Chris laughs, as he rounds the couch. “I knew it was bad, but I didn’t realize how bad. Let daddy, handle this for you.” He says kneeling back in front of you, knees tucked firmly under his person. He smoothes his hands over the expanse of your soft supple skin, leaving a burning trail of desire in his wake. When he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, your breath hitches as the cool air hits your moistened sex. 

You lift your thighs and legs, so he can carefully remove the lace without ruining his handwork on your feet. When Chris surveys your dampened panties and inhales their scent, his grin grows wider. “You’re already this wet for me?” 

He gives you no time to answer as he’s pulling you closer to his face, by your thighs. The sudden movement caused a whimper to escape your throat, soft sound making his cock harden. He’s working his kisses up against your thighs with a quickness, ready to produce more sounds like the last. 

Your head’s position on the couch has you feeling a bit awkward, and you go to say  “This is uncom—” but cut yourself off with a moan, as he dives his thick tongue between your petals, writing love notes against the skin.

“What’s that, doll?” Chris asks, hot breath dangerously close to your bud.

You just mewl in response, wetting his beard with your juices, as he eats you like you’re his last meal. “Right there baby.” You groan, grinding yourself against his mouth when his tongue darts against your nub. 

“Right here?” He questions softly, repeating the same gestures, sending a jolt through your body that makes you buck against his face. 

Your words leave your throat, as he sucks harshly against the problem areas, shocks of pleasure emitting through your person. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he adds his fingers. First two, but then three as he starts fucking your pussy. 

“D-daddy!” You cry, voice coming out shaky as you writhe against his lips and fingers. His actions have you climbing up the couch. 

Then he removes his lips, warning you to keep quiet. “My babies are upstairs, I’m gonna need you to keep your pretty mouth shut.” He commands, placing your soaked panties between your lips. 

As he quickens the pace of his fingers, and makes his tongue dart from left to right relentlessly against your clit, you approach your first orgasm of the night, and he knows it too, when your hole clenches around his fingers. 

He smiles, and tells you how proud of you he is, but he isn’t done with you yet. 

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Your muffled moans ring through your ears, as you clamp your teeth down around your underwear. Your jaw was becoming slack from keeping it open so long, and you were feeling sore.

Chris was still continuing his assault against your sex. He had long moved from his position on the floor, and now sat beside you on the couch. 

He had your legs sprawled open, keeping them from closing with one hand gripped on your thigh, and the other rubbed fast and hard circles against your clit, while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“What number was that one, baby? Five, six? I lost count after the third time, when you squirted on daddy’s chest.” He growled, biting his lip, as he quickened his pace against your nub. “Do you think you can do that again?”

You moaned in protest, shaking your head from left to right, as you approached another orgasm. You couldn’t take anymore pleasure, your sensitive bud was going through too much.

“What’s that baby? I can’t hear you.” He teased, face as serious as it could be. He was testing you. You knew not to remove the underwear, or you’d be there all night. When you made no moves to pull them out, he did it for you, a string of spit connecting your lips to the fabric.

You immediately pleaded with him to ease up. “Daddy I don’t think I-I can take an-nymore.” You cried, now a blubbering mess.

“You don’t think you can take anymore?” Chris repeated, mocking you. “Well that’s too bad. Daddy thinks his princess looks too pretty when she’s cumming. So suck it up, because I’m not stopping until we have to replace this couch.”

You  felt that familiar coil in your stomach again, threatening to snap, as you threw your head back. You were a sweating mess now. You had hair glued to your face, and neck, and your shirt was drenched, as it clung to your stomach. But still, it wasn’t quite as drenched as your pussy, thighs, and couch cushions were. 

Chris was as hard as a rock, but you knew if you touched him, he’d get angry. He wanted to play with you, until you were begging him to stop.

“What happened today at work again baby? What was it Chad said to you? I bet if I have you fucked out like this every night, I’d be the only man on your mind.” He whispered against your ear.

Your stomach began spasming, as you clenched painfully around nothing. This would be your last one too, before your body gave up. 

Tears streamed down your cheek, as you contorted your face into the sexiest expression Chris had ever seen. And then, just before your screams of pleasure could rip through your chest, he covered his mouth over yours, as you squirted all over his hands, your thighs, and stomach. When you finally opened your eyes, you could only see white, before your vision came back into focus.

Massaging the wet, between your folds, Chris bought his fingers up to your lips and said “open.” And you did, sucking all your juices from his digits without breaking eye contact. “Attagirl.” He praised, wiping your tears away. Feel better now?” He asked, small smirk playing on his lips.

You nod tiredly, throat dry from your previous activities.

He brushes your sweaty hair behind your ears before saying, “Good. Now, let’s paint those pretty pink walls white, too.” 

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Washed Up Winchesters 8 (Final)

The mystery is solved and the case closed! It seems the Winchesters didn't quite expect things to go this way, but when there's a giant involved, all kinds of things go differently!

Cowritten with @nightmares06, the writer behind the @brothersapart multiverse!

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Story Tag

Read Time ~10 minutes

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Chase pushed himself up and shook his head. He was more used to being swept up in a giant hand, but toppling over a few times had winded him. He frowned over the edge of the hand, then over at Sam. “What?”

Jacob’s other hand lifted to be level with them. Minnie was clinging to his thumb and scanning the flock of sheep warily. They were all still milling around, keeping a tight group, several of them aiming disdainful baaas up in the air. Dean’s defiant stand over their heads certainly had not gone unnoticed. Minnie had never seen sheep act like that, certainly not in the shadow of a giant. “Sam?”

"Th-the sheep!" Sam gestured in the direction of the hostile flock. "We're chasing skinwalkers, not werewolves! They can be any type of animal, so long as it's what the pack started out as!"

The confusion on Dean's face cleared. "So you're saying this flock is the people we've been chasing the whole time?"

Sam nodded at the silver knife in Dean's hand. "One way to find out for sure."

Jacob frowned pensively. Even after hearing about how dangerous the skinwalkers were, he could hardly imagine the flock of fluffy sheep before him causing much trouble. Mostly they milled around among each other, all keeping tabs on Dean with his glimmering knife. It was weird that they didn't even want to run from Jacob, but he hadn't made any moves against them.

Even Chase and Minnie had been mostly spared. Chase had only fallen over because he kept trying to pull Dean up.

Jacob decided to throw in his two cents. "I mean, they're… they're not really doing anything," he pointed out.

"Except yelling at us," Chase agreed, waving a hand at a ram that bleated insistently up at him.

"Wait," Minnie chimed in, her brow pinching with confusion. "Do they understand what we're saying when they're in their whatever-form?"

Sam circled a hand through the air aimlessly, trying to gather his thoughts and what he knew of their current enemies. "Skinwalkers aren't like werewolves, who give in to their more... animalistic side when they transform. They maintain their regular consciousness and memory. The main danger is that they can transfer their ability with a bite, increasing the size of their pack... or flock." Sam gave the flock of sheep a strange look. He'd never encountered supernatural creatures in the guise of herbivores like the sheep. This case was shaping up to be unique in more ways than one.

"That means," Sam continued, "they know just who we are, and anything we said while we were here. Which is why they were so quick to lunge at me and Dean. They already found us once on the ship, when they were in their human forms. We couldn't stay under cover, and ended up tossed overboard."

Minnie frowned critically over the side of Jacob’s hand, even as the giant lifted everyone slightly higher. If those sheep really were skinwalkers, and at this point they certainly weren’t acting like normal sheep, they’d just let the group wander among them. She’d patted their heads and tried to click at them like she did with her lambs back home and everything. The feeling that wormed into her gut was something like betrayal.

“So these guys might be the reason I found you floundering out in the waves,” Jacob echoed, a disapproving frown on his face.

“Well what do they--” Chase began, asking Sam first before looking over the side of the hand at the nearest sheep bleating up at them. “What do you want in Lilliput then?!”

For a long moment, it appeared as though Chase's demand would go unanswered. The sheep milled restlessly around, giving Jacob's feet a wide berth as they bleated.

Then, the ram that had given Dean a runaround when he was on the ground stepped out into an opening that formed in the flock. It cocked its head, fixing one eye on the hand that held Chase, Minnie, Sam and Dean. Its expression was impossible to read as it looked them over, one by one.

There was a shift, and then the ram's horns appeared to melt away. Several cracks could be heard as its back shifted to an upright position, and the hooves split into four fingers and a thumb.

After less than ten seconds from when the shift started, the ram stood there as a regal and distinguished looking man, dressed in a simple white shirt and dark pants. He frowned at the people in Jacob's hand, then up at the giant himself.

"As I recall," the man said, "you were the ones to smuggle onto our ship when we had done nothing to you in turn, stinking of silver and gunpowder."

Seeing the transformation had been more than enough to leave Jacob, Minnie, and even Chase speechless for a hesitant moment. Jacob’s mouth opened slightly, as amazed as he’d been the first time he met Chase. He had never really thought about tiny people existing anywhere before. He definitely hadn’t imagined them having the ability to turn into tiny sheep. “Uh. Wh… what,” he muttered.

“I mean. I guess that’s technically true,” Chase finally admitted, sending an uncomfortable sideways glance at Sam and Dean. He frowned down at the apparent leader of a flock of sheep skinwalkers. “So … are skinwalkers usually dangerous, or not? ‘Cause I feel like that would clear up a lot, knowing what you actually plan to do in Lilliput, right?”

The man’s lip curled in disgust. “Oh, please,” he said disparagingly. “Unlike our more… wolf-ish cousins, we have no interest in anyone’s hearts.”

Next to him, a second sheep transformed back. This one was shorter, and he had very mousy features in comparison to the ram’s dignified look. “But we like Romaine hearts,” he stuttered out insistently. “Right? Right?!”

“Please, Jerimiah,” the ram said. “This situation is delicate enough without your help.” He turned to look up at the Lilliputians and Blefuscians held in the giant’s hand. “Haven’t you ever heard ‘The grass is greener on the other side?’ We are here in search of better pastures. Nothing more.”

Chase’s mouth opened in a delighted grin over the bad pun. Before he could try to chime in with his own, Minnie slapped his arm with the back of her hand. In her opinion, she had enough to deal with without her brother adding to the pile. She’d thought this was a poor lost flock of sheep. Not an intentional group of … magic shapeshifting squatters. “So are Sam and Dean the only ones you hurt, or …?”

Jacob heaved a slow sigh. Minnie had a point. If they had left behind more than just Sam and Dean, it would be dangerous having the shapeshifters around Lilliput too. “Yeah, I mean. I’m pretty sure I can outrun you guys, but what’s to stop you from sneaking along later and trying something again? Are Chase and Minnie here in danger because they know your secret?”

The ram’s mouth twisted in annoyance. “All we want is green fields and calm waters,” he explained. “Any Blefuscans that we ran into, we ran off, nothing more. These… hunters that followed us were the most persistent, and I couldn’t risk the safety of my flock. Throwing them off the ship was only done as a last resort.”

Looking over the rest of the flock, and a brief glance at the twitchy Jerimiah, the ram shook his head in doubt. “Perhaps it was merely a pipe dream to find a place free of warmongering, but we had to try.”

“So…” Sam tentatively leaned forward. “Your main plan is to get as far from civilization, and stay there?”

“Sammy…” Dean started, but was ignored.

The ram nodded. “It seemed like a more likely situation to find in Lilliput compared to Blefuscu. Such an idyllic land…” He turned to Chase and Minnie. “No one here is at risk from my flock, I give you my word. Even if we get sent back to Blefuscu.” The last statement was said with a sideways glance at Dean.

The guy seemed genuine enough. Having lived in Lilliput for a bit, Jacob knew the locals to be fussy but harmless. They would likely be too caught up in their own drama to notice an extra flock of sheep up past the hills, especially since no one really wandered this far anyway. He decided that he believed the stern little guy.

It wasn't really up to him, though. He lowered his hands a bit, not enough to put his passengers at risk but at least to bring them more level with the ram. "Whatcha think, Chase? Minnie?"

"It's weird," Chase said, practically bursting for an opening to speak up. "Sheep-people .... sheepshifters!"

Minnie smacked his arm. "How is that helping?" she scolded, before addressing the ram again. "I don't think anyone uses these pastures so you won't get anyone upset. But will you even be safe out here? From wolves and things, I mean?"

The ram looked down his nose at her. “Wolves have been our problem since the start,” he said with a sharp look sent in Dean’s direction. “We haven’t been able to shake them yet.”

Sam stepped between Dean and the ram with an arm to separate them, before thoughtless words could be thrown. “If we leave you be, does this mean you’ll leave the Lilliputians alone?” he asked, trying to keep the focus. “We’re only here to deal with threats.”

The ram sighed. “We won’t bother a soul, you have my word. So long as we have our pastures.”

Sam put his arm down. “I think our job’s done then,” he said. “They’ll just need a safe place to call home now.”

“This works,” Chase agreed, gesturing at the current pasture. Aside from Jacob looming over the field with several people standing on his hands, it was a simple, idyllic view. The area was lush, if a bit wild, and unbothered by Lilliput or Blefuscu. “We even have Jacob here to come check on you sometimes if you need anything.”

Jacob rolled his eyes at being volunteered so easily. It was his lot in life anymore, to have Chase suggest him for any task that needed doing. “I have a pretty easy time getting over here,” he agreed anyway. “If you need supplies.”

Minnie glanced over at Sam and Dean. Sam seemed mollified, though Dean looked as ready for a fight as ever. Looking back at the sheep, she gave them an exaggerated shrug. “Looks like everyone’s okay, so … it all worked out? This time?”

The ram gave Minnie a stiff half-bow, looking uncomfortable with the unfamiliar gesture. “We will hold up our end of the bargain,” he promised.

With a quick shift, the man again turned into a ram. Large, curving horns came out of his forehead first before he fell forward onto a new set of hooves. By the time he hit the ground, he could have blended in with any herd of sheep and proceeded to walk amongst the others. Jerimiah followed suit next. Then, a slowly stirring wave expanded throughout the herd until they were all heading in the same ambling direction.

Sam sighed, blowing out his bangs. “Case closed.”

“Weirdest case ever,” Dean complained. “Almost as weird as running into the actual giant in the lands.” He sent Jacob a side-eye. “Maybe next time we’re in Lilliput, we can enlist some extra help again?” Despite his usual gruff tone of voice, the interest in having a giant helper shone right through.

Chase drew himself up proudly, though he still stood notably shorter than either brother. “We’re totally ready to kick some ass, anytime we’re needed.”

Minnie rolled her eyes. “Preeeetty sure they were asking for Jacob,” she pointed out, nudging Chase with an elbow.

“Hey! I helped!”

Jacob smirked. He’d gotten somewhat used to the surly attitude from Dean. It seemed the little folk over in Blefuscu could be just as excitable as the Lilliputians he’d come to know. Chase and Minnie’s antics were practically a given. “I’m basically a glorified taxi,” he warned. “But I’ll be here.”

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out  who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if  they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was  in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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[jonspurpleskirt]

An Unlikely Befriending

Summary: Jon gets kidnapped. Jon gets bored. And Jon makes very unlikely friends because of it. Aka: Pen and Paper saves the day (world) and Jon finally gets to have a band. A/N: This is pure fluff, no warnings apply I think. ___

The worst thing about being kidnapped by a crazy mannequin murder clown monstrousity and sitting in a cold, room with creepy wax works, tied to a chair was not the ever present terror. True the fear of Nikola finally deeming his skin good enough and skinning him alive was quite potent, but it wasn't as bad as boredom.

Jon had never taken well to waiting. His mind needed to be occupied 24/7, needed something to latch onto, to obsess about. It's why he became a researcher in the first place. Having most of his freedom taken from him made occupying himself very hard.

At least they still let him eat and drink here and there. Nikola always visited personally, her overly cheery voice bubbling forth as she chattered away while slathering him with lotion or shoving bits of take out food in his mouth. His diet those last two weeks had been very varied and healthy and he had never drank so much water before.

He still probably looked a mess, what with no access to a shower and barely being able to sleep at all. And the constant terror. Oh yeah and the boredom.

Oh the boredom.

Jon was currently sitting in his chair as he was wont to do. Thankfully not nailed down despite all the nagging from Sarah Baldwin. The coffin was singing or moaning with a slight melody behind it, depending on who you asked. And somehow Jon found himself humming along, trying to find a good melody to go with the haunting tune. It wasn't like he had anything better to do and if he didn't start doing something creative his mind would start eating itself soon.

So he hummed, experimenting with the notes, twisting them into something that was reminiscent of circus music and airships. And then he kept humming the melody over and over, forming words in his mind to go with the tune. Once the spark was lit a fire started to burn, the story branching out and out into a twirling mass of chaos and fire.

He had gotten lost in his imagination, hadn't noticed how loud he had become, hadn't heard Nikola approach. Jon screeched when she leant down over him and grinned at him upside down, nose nearly touching his.

Nikola had the gall to laugh at him, no breath fanning over his face as she did so.

"Awww Archivist! I didn't know you had such a nice voice!"

"Hrmph."

"Yes your singing was also quite good!" She straightened herself, back cracking in several places. Striding around his chair she towered over him, tattered, bloody ringmaster uniform filling his field of vision.

"I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to sing, of course! And the broken repeat is lovely."

"Hm."

"Anyway water time!"

With gleeful cackling she ripped the tape from his mouth, amused enough to not immediately shove the bottle between his teeth.

"There are words to it, too." Jon rushed to say, not exactly sure why. What was he offering her here? A solo performance?

"Oh?" she at least didn't tape his mouth shut again. For now.

After waiting several beats where both stared at each other and nothing else happened Jon dared to speak up again.

"I ah... well I wrote it myself? Not wrote, of course. My hands are tied at the moment-" He was rambling. Nikola had given him the freedom of speech and he was off like a shot, telling her everything about what he had been thinking about before she had interrupted his impromptu jamming session, terror completely terminating his brain to mouth filter.

Nikola, for her part, took it all in stride. She even settled on the floor in front of him, blinking every now and then to indicate that she was still present.

"It's such a shame." she finally spoke, holding the water bottle to his mouth, letting him drink of his own volution for once. "You would have made a perfect piece for the choir. Hm maybe what will be left of you will do."

"I could sing for you now." Jon offered as soon as his mouth was free again.

Nikola startled at the offer and Jon just shrugged as much as he was able to. He'd rather sing to a creepy murder doll than spend one minute longer alone and bored out of his mind. And if he could delay the Unknowing (and the violent removal of his skin) by keeping Nikola entertained than even better.

That sounded like he almost had a plan. Which was untrue. He only had a very strong desire for entertainment.

"No sneaky questions." Nikola warned.

"Promise. I can't guarantee good quality rhymes, though. I'm still workshopping."

Singing out loud what had been in his head was always an awkward affair. He had wanted to start a band with Georgie in uni. But it was exactly because of this that he had never bothered.

"That was fun!" Nikola screamed after he was finished nontheless. Clapping her hands in delight, which created a horrible cracking noise.

"I'm glad? I also DM."

She tilted her head at him. "What's that?"

Jon explained the concept of pen and paper games to her while she rubbed lotion into his skin and had her hooked immediately.

Later that day (or maybe the next day, really Jon had no concept of time anymore) Jon was for the first time allowed out of his chair, carefully rubbing circulation back into his hands. Nikola had only briefly left him alone after watering and lotioning him. They had hashed out what kind of world and system they wanted to use (a horror setting, of course) and then Nikola was off and dragging Breekon and Hope back into the room so they had enough people to play.

Either Breekon or Hope sat down behind Jon, large hands lightly clasping his arms, squeezing every once in a while to remind him that should he try and escape he would only end up in pain.

Jon shifted awkwardly in the grip, unused to gentleness even if it was supposed to be threatening.

"Alright. First, character creation. Who do you guys want to play?"

It became a daily thing. The three beings in his group quickly became addicted to his story telling and to the characters they were allowed to play. Nikola tore through characters, trying on different personalities like pieces of clothing. She had a beautiful eery singing voice, Jon was surprised to find out when she had decided to play a member of a steampunk band.

Breekon and Hope were less manic, too attached to their twins to play anyone else. They changed voices and accents every session, though. Jon deigned to ignore their shenanigans, scared to make them angry. He hadn't had this much fun in ages, he didn't want to loose that.

The two delivery men took turns holding him down while they played, Hope holding onto his arms and Breekon using him like a child would a Teddy bear.

Eventually the three lingered after their sessions had ended, the ropes that tied him to his chair less tight. Jon tried to keep the conversations casual, to not ask all the questions that burned at the tip of his tongue. He found that he didn't need to. Tongue loose from goofing around Nikola was often chatty, Breekon and Hope throwing in their two cents every once in a while.

Eventually the topic about Tims younger brother came up.

"Danny Stoker? Grimauldi skinned him? Hm..." Nikolas head nearly dislodged as she stared at the ceiling in thought. "Noooo." She giggled. "We didn't skin anyone that night, silly! We were scoping out locations for the dance! Danny's little group stumbled into us and got a little confused~"

"But Tim saw Grimauldi rip Dannys skin off of a puppet."

Nikola shrugged. "An illusion. We're good at making you people see things that aren't really there. Yet."

"So Danny is alive?"

"I believe so!~ If he didn't die in a ditch somewhere."

Jon was very careful to keep his voice as soft as possible with the next question. "Could you find him again and bring him to the Institute? To Tim and... I don't know... maybe that's a stupid idea given that he can't be sure it's really him..."

"If I track him down do I get inspiration for my character next session?"

"That's cheating." Breekon complained under his breath behind Jon.

"I... yes?"

Nikola grinned. "Wonderful! I see what I can do!"

Days went by like that, Nikola or Breekon or Hope updating him on Dannys search, which had turned out to be harder than they had thought. Well at least Jon was keeping them busy.

They were in the middle of racing a burning train into the central bank of London when a door creaked behind Jon, bathing the room in technicolour and spiral shapes.

"That is not what I thought I'd find here." A voice that wavered between confused and gleeful mused.

Jon twisted in the grip Breekon had on him. "Hello Michael."

"Hello Archivist. You've found yourself in an interesting situation." The grin Michael shot him was a knife glinting in the light before striking.

"Yes. Why are you here?"

Nikola had let him practice after Jon had explained his lack of training, much more lax with her hostage now that he fed her fascinating stories of blood and gore. So there was no trace of compulsion in his voice when he asked the question.

Michael answered truthfully anyway. "I came to kill you of course!"

"I have dips on that!" Nikola said, voice pleasant and grin feral.

"I'm sorry about that. Would you like to join the game instead?"

Michael stared at him as though he had grown mad. Impressed, curious and lightly terrified. Then it laughed that horrible, headache inducing laugh.

"There's a lot of lies and delusion." Jon coaxed, heart beating out of his chest with nerves.

"He's a good storyteller." Hope added, Nikola and Breekon nodding along.

"Hm alright. I guess I can play for a bit."

It didn't stay just for a bit. Michael stayed through the finale of the story and then demanded to start another, their little ragtag group of definitely not heroes causing more chaos than any other player group Jon had ever DMed before. And that was saying something. Hours upon hours passed, Michael disappearing and reappearing to get Jon coffee and tea to keep his voice from giving out.

In the middle of it all Michael began twitching and twisting, glitching in and out of sight before slumping to the ground with a groan, form for once near comprehensible. Another door opened and out walked Helen looking down at the Distortion in disappointment.

"Oh that didn't destroy you. Shame."

"Helen?"

"Hello Jon! I was coming to rescue you given that Michael got a little distracted. Do you want to come to the archives with me?"

Honestly Jon should have been shocked, probably angry. He was definitely sad. And yet the most he felt was just an overwhelming sense of whelp.

Jon vaguely gestured towards Nikola, as much as Breekons hold allowed him to. "Ask her."

"We're not done yet."

"Later then?"

Nikola considered Jon for a long moment, both staring unblinking at each other. "Give us an hour."

To Jons great surprise Helen just nodded and delicately sat on the chair Jon usually frequented in his "freetime" all prim and proper except for the long sharp fingers curling at the edges like corkscrews.

"Now where were we?"

Michael groaned from the floor for once not smiling. Jon felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

"Are you alright?"

"Been better. Been worse. Let's burn this village down!"

There was no end to the tale they had been playing, not with just one session of playtime. Jon felt a bit bad about that, especially because he had left it at a cliffhanger. No one seemed to be angry at him for it, though. Michael had recovered fast and was again his usual ominous cheery, albeit lightly aggressive self. He poked and prodded at Helen like a curious cat while Nikola massaged lotion into Jons skin for the last time and handed him several expensive looking bottles, rattling down a step by step skin care routine he was to follow to the t or else she would break into his house and do it herself.

Hope patted him on the head. "See you around, Archivist."

"You're really letting me go? Just like that?" Jon still couldn't believe it.

Nikola shrugged. "I found another option. And I'd like to keep doing this after the Unknowing."

"Will that be even possible?"

The grin he got from was not at all reassuring. "I don't know~"

Well that was probably the best he would get from her. Jon gave a hesitant tiny wave and, flanked by both Michael and Helen stepped through their door.

Back at the archive no one had even questioned his disappearance. A fact that made Michael and Helen laugh, even though they both refused to leave as Tim, Melanie and Basira questioned him about his whereabouts.

Martin was the only one who took Jons forced vacation in stride. Maybe he even was a little too happy about a group of mannequins harassing him to take better care of himself.

"You're not compromised now, are you?" Basira asked when Jon had settled back into his office after a long shower.

"No? Because I still don't want the world to end?"

"Good."

Somehow Jon knew that she would still keep an eye on him from now on.

~~~

When the day came to blow up the ritual site Jon hadn't slept a wink in three nights and was overcome by guilt. Despite how aweful his initial time at the circus had been and despite him knowing what horrible things Nikola and her kin did in their freetime, Jon still felt bad about probably killing her.

He tried to rationalize his feelings away, connecting his rising anxiety with the fact that Danny still hadn't been found. It was a flimsy denial.

Tim stayed by his side the whole time, resolute in his burning desire for vengeance. Jon was scared that he would loose him to this, too. Had confessed as much to Michael and Helen, who had taken to keeping at least one door manifested somewhere in the tunnels at all times. The two had started to get along well after some initial disagreement. The Spiral, split as it was between the two of them, was weaker in its influence now, leaving more of Michael Shelley and Helen Richardson to make decisions.

They weren't here now. Daisy, Basira and Tim were, setting up explosives and arguing about rescuing people that were already long dead.

And then Nikola appeared and the dance started and nothing made sense anymore.

Jon woke up six months later, Georgie calling him a monster and Basira giving him a statement to "eat" catching him up on everything he had missed. Tim had miraculously survived, having been dragged through a door by either Helen or Michael. Daisy and Basira had encountered Breekon and Hope, who had argued about what they should do with "Jons feral friends" and in the end had led them savely out of the building before it could go boom, muttering about possible inspiration points.

The only one who hadn't been saved was Jon. He tried not to feel too hurt about that.

Coming back to work was as anti climatic as it had been after the kidnapping. The only one who seemed happy to see him was Martin. He had apologized profusely for the hug and promptly stopped doing so when Jon dashed forward and back into Martins warm embrace, finally breaking down.

He had been too caught up in his crying to make a note of the little kiss Martin pressed into his hair.

They all were a little lost after averting the apocalypse, normal everyday life eluding them. Elias might have been out of the picture for the moment, but Peter Lukas had taken over and fighting against the isolation was taking its toll on everyone.

They were all huddled in the breakroom, faces grim and stewing in silence so as to not break into an arguement when they got their delivery.

Breekon and Hope stepped into the small space with their usual nonchalance dragging a scared young man between them, who had a lot of resemblance to Tim.

"Delivery for Jonathan Sims. Nikola says hi."

Tim was the first one up. "No... No no nononononono that can't be. He's dead. Jon. Jon tell me is that really him?!"

Jon looked at the scared man, who had his gaze locked on Tim, recognition slowly dawning on his face. He Looked and he Knew.

"Yes. No one was killed the night Danny disappeared. His group encountered Nikola and her troupe during a rehearsal, got confused and then lost. And was lost ever since. Nikola told me of this. She promised to find him for me, for you."

That was all Tim needed to rush forward, catching his brother in his arms and hugging him close. "Danny!"

Danny clung back just as tightly, awareness barely back. Still obviously shaken and confused.

Jon smiled at the two delivery men. "Thank you. Will he... will he be alright."

Hope shrugged. "Dunno. Nikola said to make him remember bit by bit. Been not Danny for a long time. Might need to get used to it again."

"We'll take it slow." Tim promised, silent tears streaming down his face.

"Good luck. Hey Archivist, do we get inspiration, too?"

Jon laughed, incredulous. The others in the room watched the exchange with varying degress of exasperation and outrage.

"You know what? Yes. Yes you have. And I'll give you all advantage on your rolls next session. Only that one session, though! Same for Nikola. How is she, by the way?"

Breekon made a so-so sign. "Restless. We've waited over six months to find out what happens after  that cliffhanger you gave us."

"Right." He still couldn't believe it. "Tonight 8 o'clock, my flat?"

Twin grins, the most excited he had ever seen them. "See you then, Archivist."

Tim was still gently hushing his brother, rocking back and forth on his feet to try and calm him down a little. And he still had tears streaming down his face, looking like an absolute wreck. But he still managed to join the unimpressed stares that were thrown his way by everyone but Martin, who at this point had just started to roll with the punches.

"You really befriended the clown club and made them rescue literally all of us?" Basira asked in a deadpan voice.

"I kind of feel cheap now." Daisy muttered. "As though those clowns let us win."

"Look, what can I say? Pen and Paper games are fun. I can't blame them. And Nikola did want to start a band."

"Oh my god." Melanie groaned, her head thunking onto the table. "I can't believe it."

"A band?" Basira asked, suddenly much more alert. They really had gotten quite desensitized to the whole monster thing, hadn't they? "What, you can sing?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. But really. Shouldn't we... I mean shouldn't we focus on Danny? There's a cot-"

"I know." Tim interrupted. "We all know there's a cot. I'll take him home, you keep talking about your weird band plans. Monster boss? We talk later, but... thank you."

Silence reigned long enough to follow Tim out of the Institute before Martin piped up, cheeks reddening before he had even opened his mouth. "Could we... Could we have a taste?"

"A taste? Of what? My voice?"

"Hold up, if Sims is going to sing I'll have to record it." Melanie tapped on her phone and held it into the room as one would do a microphone. "Alright go."

Jon sighed, what he didn't do to keep up the group morale.

"Aww shit." Was Basiras conclusion when he was done. "What kind of music were you thinking of playing?"

"Steampunk."

"Count me in."

~~~

Today had been weird, Jon thought, mind reeling from the whiplash of... kindness? That had happened after the delivery of one Danny Stoker. Granted the last month, no

year

had been weird. But this had topped it all. At least it had been a nice weird.

Jon had nearly forgotten about his appointment with a certain group of Strangers when he got back to his flat, overworked, hungry and still processing. So he should be forgiven for the scream he let out when he saw three large figures huddling on his too small couch.

"You haven't been taking care of your skin at all!"

There was no time to duck away from the cold, hard hands that fluttered all over his body. Nikola squished his cheeks like a proper grandmother, clearly unhappy about their elasticity.

"I was in a coma for six months."

"And awake for a few weeks now." A cheerful male voice said from behind him, bringing the smell of pizza with it.

"We were there he didn't take care of himself at all!" Helen added, putting down several cans of soda and what looked to be instant coffee.

"You're horrible!" Nikola wailed, manhandling him until he was squished between Breekon and Hope. "All my beautiful work! Ruined!"

"Uh... sorry?"

"You can make it up to us with weekly sessions." Michael suggested with a grin.

"Both on Saturday and Sunday!" Helen added.

"I actually planned for Sunday to be band day." Jon lied. "Basira wants to join, by the way."

They were all settled around the small coffee table now, food and drink on the floor so they had enough place to roll their dice.

"Wonderful! What did you think we'd name it?"

Jon tilted his head given the illusion of thinking it over even though he had known what to name his band since highschool.

"The Mechanisms."

[jamespotterthefirst]

Don’t Let Me Down

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1,500 Warning: Two curse words Author’s Note: That premium scene from Book 1, Chapter 1 where MC helps Ethan pick something from the vending machine but from his POV 

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Not for the first time that day, his patience stretches out dangerously thin as he inspects the options of the vending machine. What a day it was turning out to be and he was only half way through his shift. It was not uncommon for new interns to grate on his nerves; after all, everyone at Edenbrook carefully threaded around him on the first week of new recruits. However, there was something about this group that pushed him even further over the edge. Either they were particularly boisterous, or Ethan was just getting old. 

Fleetingly, he thinks of the thoracotomy intern from that morning. His mind particularly recalls the unabashed and almost taunting smirk that illuminated her face after he criticized her technique, leaving him momentarily puzzled. Anyone else would have wilted under his wrath, he had seen it hundreds of times before. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she had had the nerve to flirt with him. 

God help him if that was what he would have to put up with all year. 

“Um. Hi, Dr. Ramsey,” a small voice says from behind him. 

Distracted, he briefly glances at the speaker, only to freeze immediately after.

 It was the intern from that morning, standing there as though he had summoned her with thought alone, her cheeks flushed, a book clutched to her chest, and a look of pure determination set on her face. 

“... Rookie.” 

The feeble acknowledgement is all the greeting he offers her as he returns his attention to the vending selections. 

“I was hoping you might sign my book,” she says when it becomes clear he is done speaking. 

That surprises him, though years of experience with schooling his expression into an indifferent one help him conceal this. “Autographs? Don't you have other work to be doing? Or at least other attendings to irritate?” 

Ethan catches sight of her reflection on the glass of the machine. That smile is back, tilting one corner of her mouth into a peculiar smirk, a knowing one. 

“No, just you,” she quips. 

Ethan stares at her reflection, completely shocked at his urge to smile at that. 

“I should have guessed,” he returns dryly, pleased that his voice sounds as collected and indifferent as he prefers it. There is a small pause in which he sees her open her mouth as if to say something. She closes it just as quickly.  “Well, if you have something else to say, then say it.”

Dr. Allende hesitates briefly. Ethan can practically see the gears of her mind working, much like he observed that morning during the emergency. A small crease forms in between her brows as she collects her thoughts and he feels impatience and something else starting to swell his temper once more. He only begins to realize that the unknown emotion is eagerness, when she finally speaks. 

“I won't let you down again.” 

Whatever Ethan is expecting, it is not that. There is something about the young doctor before him that enables his innate need to be a pain in the ass because he returns, “You can see the future? If so, you'll make a remarkable physician.”

“I just meant—” 

He knows what she meant. The automatic response to a genuine promise to do better surprises even him. Ethan had always held a reputation of being brutally honest, if at times excessively harsh and sarcastic. Seconds after he says the words, however, even he admits the statement is just downright cruel. 

You unmeasured asshole, he thinks. 

He tries again. “You will let me down again, Rookie.” Vaguely, he notes that although he is very aware of her name, he prefers the nickname. “What's more, you'll let yourself down. Over and over.”

Tired of speaking to her through a reflection on a vending machine, he turns to face her. Standing this close, and with no suffocating patient between them, he is hit with how unquestionably pretty she is. Ethan tries to dismiss that thought at once, but the flush he had initially noticed is still present on her cheeks, redirecting his attention to the constellation of faint freckles dusting her nose. 

Dr. Allende, meanwhile,  is watching him with a sudden seriousness, lips slightly parted and head tilted to one side, perhaps struggling to determine if there is more bitter sarcasm coming her way. A myriad of silent thoughts flit across her face and once again he feels a keenness to know more. 

“But what matters,” he continues instead, “is that you get back on your feet each and every time, and push yourself to be better.”

She silently takes in the words, giving no indication of her thoughts. Infuriatingly, she changes the subject, choosing to tell him about her favorite snack. 

Frustrated, Ethan begins to dismiss this when she assertively informs him, “I know you’re not getting something for yourself.” Her eyes are on the vending machine. “You’re trying to pick something to cheer up Barbara in there, right?”

Startled, Ethan privately commends her observation.

“How’d you figure that?” he asks instead, genuinely curious. 

“Just paying attention.” The answer is delivered with one of her winsome smiles. “You know, I bet I could pick out just the thing.”

He stares at said smile a beat too long. 

“I doubt it. Barbara's even more stubborn than you.” Dr. Allende's eyebrows rise at this, evidently intrigued. Before they can dwell on any other observations he has made about her character, Ethan plows on. “She’s refused to take her pills for two days.” 

His curiosity is an entity of its own by now, palpably gnawing at him. “But be my guest. It’s a hopeless endeavor.”

As she moves closer to the machine, the challenge is clear on her face, embellishing that charming simper of hers. Ethan studies her closely, looking for any clues that might give him an insight to her mind. The only thing Dr. Allende betrays, however, as she studiously looks at the selections, is a small graze of her teeth against her lush bottom lip. 

Ethan almost misses her selection, the sound of a pack of gum hitting the tray bringing him back to himself. 

“What the hell is that?”

“You’ve never had Chuckles Gum? They write jokes in the wrapper.” An almost childish grin spreads across her face as she opens a stick of gum to show him. “See? This one’s even a doctor joke.”

But Ethan is not paying the wrapper any mind because at that precise moment, she glances at the joke before reading it out loud. Her teeth catch her lower lip again as she suppresses her amusement, the sight entirely too distracting. 

“‘What type of blood did the author have?’”

He doesn't even hear the joke. 

“Type-O,” she answers when Ethan doesn't respond. “Like a typo?”

Ethan clears his throat quietly. “Oh, I got it,” he lies. “It’s just not funny.”

This makes her laugh, doing nothing to help his efforts to be present in the conversation. “Tough crowd. Look, just give them to her, okay? Trust me.”

Grateful for an aversion, he takes the pack of gum into Barb's room. The older woman reads one of the jokes to herself, guffaws, and miraculously agrees to take her medication. By the time Ethan returns to the hallway, he is speechless. 

He only finds his voice to demand how she knew that would work. There was no denying the searing curiosity burning through his rationality. 

Dr. Allende winks so swiftly, he could have missed it. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets.”

This time, he fails to fight back a smile. “You’re really going to hold out on me?”

“I’m going for an air of mystery. Is it working?”

That damn smile again. 

“Mildly,” he lies. 

Dr. Allende's attention returns to the machine, which announces a fifty cent credit from his dollar. Without a single word, she makes a selection, retrieving a chocolate bar from the tray. 

“And who is that for?” he asks, unable to stop himself. 

Smoothly, she throws it at him. He easily catches it despite being completely agog. 

“You.”

For the first time in a long time, the surprise must be evident in his expression because she explains, “Saw you kept staring at it earlier. You know, it’s okay to treat yourself sometimes.”

Ethan allows the words to skin in, his fingers clasping the candy. Quietly, he wonders what he looks like to the staff passing by as he takes in that ever present, beguiling smile of hers. 

“...I’ll keep that in mind.”

Seemingly satisfied, she turns to leave. Before he can stop himself, he calls out, “Wait.” 

Dr. Allende turns, watching him curiously. 

Already feeling outrageously out of his comfort zone, Ethan nods toward the book she still holds against her chest. “Give it here.”

He knows what he will inscribe before she eagerly hands him the copy of his own book. With a flourish, he writes, “Don't let me down.”

“Now get back to work, Allende.”

She pauses. 

“You remembered my name?”

Fuck. He had gotten careless and let that slip.

“...Just paying attention,” he returns noncommittally, mirroring her words from earlier. 

Dr. Allende opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, Ethan practically forces himself to walk away. When he is certain he has put enough distance between them, he turns back to watch her retreating form. Against his better judgment, he allows a smile. 

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Catch up here.

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Author’s Note: Imagine how pissed Ramsey will be when he finds out she gave that to Landry.

Ah, writing this was an experience. Getting the dialogue was a journey. Maybe I’ll write the bar scene next. Let me know what you think. 

Anyway, this is one of my favorite scenes from book 1. Hope I did it some justice. 

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[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Steven Hyde x reader

Butterflies. Terrible.

Trigger warnings: weed (probably badly written cause I don't smoke but I tried), cursing, some angst I guess.

I sat in the basement, watching TV and eating chips. I was in my brothers superman pajama, which I steal from time to time from the laundry. He didn't care until the time Steven saw me wearing it and now he won't stop reminding Eric his pjs fit his baby sister. To be fair, he had it for years, it's just really stretchy, and I have to tie a double not for the pants not to fall. Steven didn't care about the small details tho.

It was quite, which was unusual. The longer I sat there the more it bothered me. Something was off. Why isn't my brother here? Where's his friends? They can't be at the hub, they'd invite me. Sure I was a year younger, but I had weed connections plus, it is my birthday. Wait a minute. It's my birthday. I turned off the tv and went upstairs.

"Oh, honey, why are you still in your pajamas?" My mom asked when you entered the kitchen. "Because only you, dad and Eric are going to see me, and You saw me in my pink faze, these superman pajamas are an upgrade" i replied, taking some water out of the fridge. "We are not the only ones who are going to see you" My mom said, but once she realised what it meant, she hurried up and added "not because i'm throwing you a party, it's just that, um, Steven lives here! he'll see you" she said. "Yeah, Steven already saw me wearing this, and as much as I hate being seen in the same outfit twice I could not care less" I said, and left the kitchen to go to my room. "Wait!" My mom said before I could follow through with my plan. "I need you to go get some sugar from the store. So put on some normal clothes, preferably fancy. Something you'd wear for a party, you know, just so that people can look at you and know you are the birthday girl. A birthday girl, in general" my mom said. "Fine" I sighed, and went upstairs to get ready.

I got to the store, wearing a bottom up with a fun print on it tucked in a Jean skirt. My shoes had a small heel, just enough to a little fancy, yet casual if paired with the right outfit. Now, where's the sugar… I finally found it, and went to the counter.

"Hi, (y/n)" the cashier smiled at me, "happy birthday" he added, taking the sugar from my hands. "Hi Derek" I smiled at him. Derek is my classmate (and my weed connection), who is incredibly hot with his dark hair, and eyes as blue as the sea, but he's as desperate as Fez if not more. "Thanks" I added, just to be nice. "and that'll be 2 dollars, should be 2.50 but, I'll give you a happy birthday discount" he said, "I also forgot to give someone 50 cents back, so..". I laughed,  he was charming in his own way. "Well, I'll see you later at your party" he said, waving goodbye. "I fucking knew it" you muttered as you waved him goodbye. 

I got back home to find Hyde sitting in the basement, wearing a decent button up. “Yo, Hyde, whatcha doing?” I asked, sitting down next to him. “Watching TV in hopes your mom won’t call me upstairs for your party. I am not going to hang out with a bunch of 17 year olds” he said. “You’re hanging out with me” i said, “and i was 16 until today” i said. “Yeah, but you’re forman’s sister” he replied, ending the conversation. “By the way, 17 suites ya” he said. “Thanks hyde” I smiled. “Ya know what, as a birthday gift, here, take a sip of my beer” he said, handing me the can in his hand (obviously it was wrapped so it looked like a can of orange soda). “Hyde. I drank with you guys more than a sip of beer” I said. “Fine, take the whole can. Women, you give ‘em a finger they grab your wallet” he sighed as i took the can off of his hand. I laughed and took a sip. “Steven. Come upstairs. I need your help with something only a man can help me with” i hear my mom. “Ask donna!” Hyde called back. I laughed. “STEVEN” my mom yells. “Well, (y/n), i gotta go" he says, tapping on my thigh. I smiled at him, "bye for now". Gid, I hope he didn't notice me blushing.

A few moment later I was called upstairs too to find my mom, my dad, my brother and the gang plus a few of my classmates. "Suprise!" They all called in unison. "Wow! I cannot belive it, mom, you throw me a party?" I said, and Derek looked confused. "I told you I'll see you at the party-" "shhhh" I cut him off. My mom bought the fact I was surprised every single year. She looked at me, then at him, confused. "You? Really? I do not…. Okay fine mom, I knew about the party. I know every year" I finally admit. "I can not belive you…" she opened her mouth, but gave up and left the livingroom, allowing us kids have fun. My dad walked behind her, in a mission to comfort her. 

The hours passed by, and most of the people left. It was now the gang, me and Derek. Turns out the guy actually has a personality. We laughed and talked, and I was actually having a decent time. I sat with him on the couch,  drinking a beer sponsored by Kelso. "Okay, okay, so here's a joke. Once there was this doctor, and he visited a mental hospital, y'know, for like, crazy people. Then one of the guys just slaps him, like" he said, and then softly "slapped" me. His hand stayed on my cheek for a moment, but soon enough he needed it for his overly dramatic way of talking. So many hand gestures. "And then the doctor goes to the principal and he's all like, "why did this guy slap me?" And the principal is like "that's just how they say hi here" so the doctor is like, okay, whatever, and he keeps walking around and then that guy slaps him not once, but 10 times. Now, one time is acceptable, y'know, it's polite to say hello, but 10? That's crossing a line" Derek said, and I laughed. "I'm not even at the punchline!" Derek smiled, nudging my shoulder and smoothly resting his hand on my shoulder as he took a sip of his own beer. "So anyway, he goes back to the principal, and he tells him just that. The principal looks at him and say, "well, this one stutters" " Derek smiles. I laugh, and so does the rest of the gang who apparently listened. The only one not laughing was Hyde, "yeah, saw that joke on playboy too" he said. "There are jokes on playboy?" Eric asks. I look at him, mortified. I did not need to know my brother.. uses these. "Because I don't… I don't have any, so like, maybe I should get one to check out the jokes" Eric said, attempting to save himself from Donna's stare. She rolled her eyes and decided to let it go. "Well, it's getting late, I should probably head home" Derek said, and took my hand, dragging me to the door and hugging me goodbye.

"Finally, I was dying for a smoke" Kelso sighed, and grabbed a metal box off of his pocket, taking out a joint as the rest of the group arranged in the infamous circle. "Y'know he is my weed guy, right?" I say, and he looks at me surprised. "Are you kidding me? He can get you weed, he looks good, he is funny, and so clearly into you? Girl, make a move" Donna says, nudging you. "He is not good looking" Hyde says, taking a puff off of the joint Kelso just passed him. "He is" Jackie said, "like, really good looking" I agreed. "Whatever, man" Hyde sighed, giving up, "but you gotta admit, the weed I get is better, I'm better looking and I'm also funnier" Hyde said. "Whatever, man" I mimic his tone, taking the joint off of his hands. "Guys,do you think I have a chance with the pretty lady that was at the party?" Fez asked. "You mean Josaleen? I've seen you talking to her" Jackie said. "I don't know her name, she said it but I was focused on… something else" Fez admitted. "Oh, definitely Josaleen. She was wearing this top, i wouldn't even call it a top, her boobs were completely out, she's such a slut. She'll sleep with anyone" Jackie said, taking a break from talking to inhale the smoke, "so no, I don't think you have a chance Fez". "But I am anyone" Fez said. He sounded so broken, "and she gave me her number, look!" He added, showing us a piece of paper he kept in his pocket. "Sweet!" Kelso smiled, taking the number off of Fez's hands, "thanks men, I'll call her later".

The next day, I went to the basement to find Hyde smoking all alone. "Hey man" I said, jumping on the couch from behind it, grabbing the joint off of his hands. "Hey" he says, taking the rolled cigarette before I could smoke it. "Hyde, are you okay? You were kinda quiet at the circle. You barely even laughed when kelso stole the number of the hot girl from Fez" I said, resting my hand on his far shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine" he said, blowing the smoke and handing me the joint. I took it, "yeah okay". I gave up getting anything out of him. He just had no emotions and I had to face it. This is why I said yes when Derek asked me out over the phone two minutes ago. He doesn't make butterflies appear in my stomach like Hyde does, and his touch doesn't burn my skin but whatever, Hyde is a non-reachable dream. "Listen, uhm, Derek asked me out" I said, a part of me hoping he'd get jealous. "poor guy" he said. "Why's that?" I ask him. "Well, you crushed his heart. You shouldn't have let him hold your hand and be all over you, got his hopes high" Hyde said as he took his cigarette back. "Actually I said yes. Donna was right, ya'know, he is hot, funny and got weed connections" I say, moving my hand that still rested on him. He faced me, shocked. "But you deserve better than that drug-dealing-playboy-reading, pot-head teen" Hyde said. "You're a drug-dealing-playboy-reading, pot-head teen!" I reply, slightly amused but mostly upset. "Well, I'm better at it!" Hyde replies, and gets up. "Whatever, man" he says, and makes his way to the door. "No, non of that whatever man shit, hyde. Sit down and tell me why the fuck do you care" I say, and Hyde turns around. "He's just trying to get in your pants cause your hot" Hyde replies. "I- did you just say I'm hot?" I say, tempted to laugh. "No, I didn't. Look, (y/n), all I know is that you can do better than him" Hyde says, turning off the bearly used cigarette and resting it in the ashtray. He finally sat back down next to me. "Look, Hyde, in case you missed it, there aren't any guys lining up to date me. Is it so hard for you to believe someone can be actually interested in me for more than sex?" I sigh. "It's not, you're a cool person, (y/n) it's just… god, how do I explain that? I don't want you to get hurt okay? You're like… my best friend's sister, and…" he started, but gave up what he wanted to say. "And…" I ask. "Do you promise not to laugh?" He says. "Sure" I say, intrigued. "Well, it's just that… When i’m around you, i have this annoying feeling like- like there are butterflies in my stomach. Have you ever felt that? It’s terrible" he says. "I know what you mean, got someone that makes me feel like that too. It is terrible" I agree. "Derek, I'm assuming? I really think that-" he starts, but something cuts him off, and I am proud to say that something is my lips crushing into his. He breaks the kiss quickly. "Woah, man, hold up" he smiles. "God, I'm so sorry" I say, covering my mouth, "i- I guess I misunderstood you" I say, getting up. "Nononono you didn't, you didn't!" He calls, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the couch. I fall right in his lap. "I just wanted to make sure you mean it" he admits, looking anywhere but into my eyes. "I do mean it" I say, cupping his cheeks as he pulls me back into a second kiss. This time we are far more into the kiss, our lips move in perfect synchronization. It was amazing, I bet Hyde is a much better kisser than Derek. "Wait" I say, cutting off the kiss even tho I wish the moment would last forever. "I need to cancel on Derek".