#come on Error just play with your kiddos :(

[twistedsanctuary]

𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Fish on the beach near where you live are mysteriously disappearing. Your father, a fisherman is still working hard to find some, to get income. And you, his only child, want to help. Nobody had thought what type of fish you'd see.

Genre: Yandere

Media: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech

Note: English is not my first language. Expect grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Hopefully, this will suffice. This is my very first story that will have different parts.

Warnings: Not proofread, Disturbing content.

I. Curiosity

If you look at it this way, the irony of fighting your exhaustion is that it also requires energy to fight back against it. Bored and tired. That's what you are right now. You've already studied and done the assignments for your class tomorrow. The only available things to do at home are play with the neighboring kids outside. And yet you don't feel like playing, despite their protests to join.

The kids had come to the extent of crying out that they'll play your favorite game just to make you play with them. They've mentioned how dull the game of tag and hide-and-sink would be without you. Somehow, like the light of the party. Listening to the calming crash of waves and the ear-piercing squawking of seagulls flying by, it's been a therapeutic experience to let the sand sink over your bare feet. The water ever so relaxingly gazes at your toes, its warm waters have given somewhat like a salon for the rich people.

Basking in the sunlight, the sun slowly going down; there still rests (Name). Admiring something in the distance of the ocean, you've come to notice the sky. It's almost past 4 P.M.

It's windy today. The children's shrill laughter drowns out because of the waves that sounds ever so therapeutic— Strands of hair flap on your face gently, following the direction of the soft wind. With a blank mind, your eyes stare up.

One... two... three... four... birds. Three fly in the same direction while a single one went on a different path, your eyes followed the direction of the singular bird, until it's lead you to see your father in your peripheral view. Your eyes land on him as he throws in his net in his Johnboat, plopping his bucket hat on his head with no care of it's untidiness. It's almost night, so why is he setting off for sea, when he usually does it early in the morning?

"Papa, are you leaving to fish again?" Taking a break from your little relaxation, your palms push down the sand to support yourself to stand up and stride to your father.

Noticing your presence, his head turns to where you are, promptly giving you a wide eyed stare before reverting back to his usual-slight empty smile. He nods and continues to pack his lures. "I'm having trouble findin' fish today," said by him as his smile dropped slowly. There were a few mumbles that came out from him that we're audible to you.

"As well as my other fisher friends." His eyebrows furrow with pure concern and confusion, his eyes glint a perplexed emotion while staring at the horizon of the dangerous waters beyond. "I'm gonna go check 'gain, this time... farther than my usual fishing boundaries." He then goes on to push his boat into the water. Before the boat fully floats on the water, (Name) proposes to be of help to capture fish alongside him.

"Papa, wait I'll help!" Stretching out your hand to reach out for nothing, as if stopping him to catch up by doing one step closer. Boredom is a killer and it always finds you. What else to do, when you're just sitting in the sand waiting for something to happen?

"Sure kiddo." He ushers you with a gentle smile, pointing at the boat with his head to indicate for you to get in the boat. Smiling widely, you hurriedly get in the boat as your father pushes it.

"Okay kiddo, can you help pull the net?"

"Not that I'd expect fish to show up..." He mumbled.

"I'll try..!" You exclaim and hear your father chuckle while you stared at the ocean and beyond. Gripping on the edge of the boat in anticipation. When the boat started to be carried by the waves, he jumps in and starts maneuvering the boat with two paddles. The ocean breeze blows softly against your skin, a few seagulls flying along with your boat, as if guiding your journey until it redirects into another direction. Soothing, one might say. A few shared silence between you two as you bask in the silence of the sea, away from shrieking children, away from the vendors in the village. Silence.

"Enjoying it too?" interjected your father, rowing the boat while keeping track of the distance between the boat and the land. It was but a mere speck to your point of view, a dot. That was how far the place was. Only a small island with mountains and places that your people had built for entertainment and cultural significance.

You feel the boat slightly sway; preparing to throw, your father stands up; net in hands and tosses the it in the air, which takes a form of a pancake-like structure, landing in the water and sinks down. Your head peers down at the bottom of the sea, subtly seeing fishes swimming away, fast. You help your father pull the net that wasn't heavy. Hearing the sigh of disappointment from him, your eyes train at his face, displaying signs of stress and anger. "I knew it, we can't find more of 'em when we get farther." Seeing him like this, aches. Deciding to look away from his saddened state, your eyes move to the side as you focus on your surroundings instead. Something catches your attention in the water, something.

Something moved. It was not the water, it's under the water. You didn't see it, for it quickly dived back down. Your heart skipped a beat for a moment. It wasn't as big as the fish your father would catch; it was much bigger. You'd imagine something like your big dining table at home, you could only estimate at that size.

Only, however; your imagination gets the best of you as fiction fogged your mind.

You might not see it, but it sees you. You could have sworn that there is a head of a person. But you knew nobody else set sail except for your father. Nobody set sailed, it was just your father that left to fish.

And no human would be able to submerge underwater without breaching out for oxygen, staying there for a long time.

Floating in the still water with just a glorified wooden bowl, you squint your eyes in the direction where you saw the moving being. You've yet to tell your father about what you think you saw... but bothering him would not be such a good idea. Burdening him further with your imagination would just give you a patient smile and a pat in the head.

He's currently fixing the net, emptying it and placing the barely collected fish that plopped in the boat. Ignoring his mumbling, you lean into the side of the boat to get a clearer view. Something barely emerge from the waters, spotting half a head, hair that droops down to their face, eyes and forehead above the water, watching you. It was a boy. His skin seemed unnatural, it had green tints. Despite being far from your reach, an unnerving stare was exchanged between you and him. An unknown message behind his emotions. And despite that, you don't know what expression you were wearing; too lost in his unwavering gaze. You've no idea of the threat about to befall you when you're leaning closer to the edge of the boat.

You are curious.

Closer, and closer, and closer you got. Almost falling off the boat. You swear you could see the creature, the boy; smiling with it's eyes squinting ever so slightly as his brows raises.

As if broken from a trance; the boat shakes, a strong grip reached out for you, tugging you back with your wrist. "You could've fallen, be careful!" You turn around seeing your father's worried face as the boat sways back and forth because of your father's erratic footsteps towards you. you turn to face the creature again, only to realize it's gone...

But it's somewhere nearby. You're curious, so it was too. It has to be. He must've seen how close you were to the water. Sitting up straight and shaking your head, strong heartbeats pump out from your chest, you clutch it with a shaky hand, "Sorry, Papa." You try to laugh it off, stuttering while looking down at the boat. Your father smiled and pats your head, flashing you a slight smile as a sign of comfort. "Be careful next time, 'aight?" Sitting back down, you nod in agreement.

The boat starts to sail once more, paying no mind to the relaxing scenery or the wind that blows with delicacy. Next time. Thinking... will it come back? Will you see it again if you come with your father when fishing? You want to see it again. Try to understand it.

You keep staring from where you saw the boy, until you see something floating near the boat. Gasping at it... because it's something chubby?... You're tempted to reach and grab it, but before you could take an action, you see it disappear under the surface of the water before going deeper. "Eh?" Thinking it was just an illusion from your wild imagination, you shake your head to hopefully clear your mind. Your love of the ocean is taking a toll on you. Rowing back to the island, you can only hope to be part of another expedition with your father to see those things once again.

That lingering feeling of curiosity stays on you, and so did the boy about you.

As they say, curiosity killed the cat.

However, cats have nine lives.

What was the problem with using one?

II. Newfound addiction

When returning to the shore, you're still searching for signs of the mysterious boy. But you didn't see anything... until a few days later. The sun is still shining brightly; the sky is bright and blue, filled with a tint of white from the clouds gazing down upon you. The soft sound of waves hitting the shoreline returns you to your senses, as these past few days have been dense. So... peaceful... calm. You take a deep breath as the feeling of plump lips kisses you from behind on your temple, your head softly held by their touch. "Mama..." You whisper as she stands behind you, breaking the interaction and silently gazes lovingly at you from behind. You don't look back, simply staring at the ocean with wonder.

She holds your hand in return, whispering sweet things to you, and responding. "Yes, dear?" Looking up to glance at her face with a faint smile, she gave you one of her beautiful grins and squeezed your hand gently with eyes that softly stared back at you. "I wanna go explore the island today... Can I?" No amount of games could satisfy your growing boredom. You know how to play each of them and win them all. There's no challenge anymore. Nothing to overcome. Perhaps a new pace of hobbies would change it?

Not breaking contact with you, she acknowledges it with a closed-eye nod and caresses your cheek lovingly. "Of course, dear. We could stay here long." She takes a small pause, humming to herself in thought. "I'll wait for you here back here, m'kay? Be back before nightfall." Excited and thankful for being given permission, you smile sweetly and nod. Your mother lets go of your face, falling to her sides. You sprint towards the shore, your mother smiling behind you warmly as she waves for the temporary goodbye.

You've been eyeing this cave near the mountains that connected to the shore, it seemed like a good place to stay in the meantime... If you don't mind the crawling crabs there. It isn't submerged in the water, in fact, the cave is still near the sand. If your guess is correct, the water would only reach until your calf.

Enthusiastic about the thought of having a cave for yourself, you saunter to the entrance- watching where you step, you momentarily look up to see your father tying the net. You stare in his direction for quite a while, thinking of when you could join him once more on one of his expeditions. After that experience, you didn't feel like playing with the others anymore. You were seeking adventure... maybe that's why you were interested in exploring.

Maybe... just maybe, you want something new.

Being deep in thought and frozen in place, your father had already noticed you. Deciding to acknowledge you, he smiles and waves. Despite being far, he had already seen you clearly by your stature. You wave back at him, sharing the warmth of the greeting. It was cut short when you spotted another person, possibly a fellow fisherman speaking to your father. Finally deciding to continue your small adventure for the day.

However, forgetting to look down on the shore... you step on something that felt like broken glasses. Looking down with discontentment, you lift up your foot to see a broken beautiful shell.

Oh...

Oh, what a waste. A pretty shell like that would've been so good in a collection... Well, it still could be. You can still collect broken shells. It'll be a special collection, unlike any other.

A sea shell collector that collects broken shells.

You bend down to grab the seashell, grunting as your hand becomes wet with saltwater as you gather all the broken parts and bits of the seashell. Dusting off the remains of the sand in the item, you stood back up and admired it up close. It glints an interesting hue of blue and purple that gives a harmonic mixture of colors.

Trying to find where to keep this precious item... You pause. You don't have anywhere to place it, or keep it. You keep in mind about your clothes that have no pockets on them. There is another you've forgotten. You look up and the winks of sunlight make your eyesight blurry. The sun is about to fall, indicating the soon-to-rise moon. This shore gives a feeling to those theatres you and your family have gone to. Where everything seems like it's out of place, and then everything comes together.

You look around one last time and collect more shells before turning your back to the sea and start walking to where your mother is. Hands clenching on the broken shell, it pierces through delicate skin with its sharp edges, threatening to draw blood around it. Dangerous, you'd think. Preventing yourself from adding more pressure further. This shell was a reminder to you. You wanted—needed to see more. Exploration.

Like the forest. The forest is always beautiful.

When you and your mother arrived at your small hut, it was quiet. The candles lit in all corners of the room. The prominent smell of burning wax digs into your nostrils, taking in its scent. The fire pit had also been burning, in the center of the room. Your father must have felt cold from the upcoming weather. You notice your father in the corner, sitting down on the floor reading a book. Once again, like instinct he looked up with glee, then looking down at what was in your hand.

"Enjoyed collecting?" He asks and you nod unreservedly, quite proud of what you have achieved today without anybody. You hear your mother walking to the kitchen to prepare for supper later. His hearty chuckle fills the room as he gestures for you to sit on the floor next to him. In which you comply, still holding out the broken seashell. "So ya'v started to collect sea shells, ha?" He continues, closing the book he was reading. "That's how me 'n your mother started out.~" He smiled fondly at the memory he's replaying on his mind. He stopped, realizing it's been silent when he started to daydream about the memory.

"Did you make new friends?" He asks very eager for your response, looking up and placing a finger on his chin, pretending to think about what you would say.

"No." A very blunt and dry response was only given to him. Your father sighs and smiles, like surrendering. "That's 'aight. It's hard makin' friends." You smile in agreement. That was exactly what you thought too. Yes, you've had your fair share of friends... but... it gets tiring to keep socializing. You just want to shut everyone out and start from scrap.

Maybe someday. Just maybe. You think back to when you saw the boy.

III. A Friend

Once more, you see yourself back at the shore to hunt for sea shells. This time, you have come prepared. A small bag to carry for your future seashell collection and a bucket. It was all you could borrow from your mother when you asked her for an item to carry your seashells. After that, you asked for permission to let you explore, in which she's allowed you.

You walk inside the cave, further noticing that it was indeed just until your calf, which is safe... hopefully. You've made further exploration inside the cave only to find out it wasn't large at all. Only 10 steps ahead and you're already at the end of the cave. You've claimed this cave as your castle. Thinking of how to make it yours, you decided to decorate it using the rocks available; given to you by Mother Nature herself. With all your might, you grabbed all the big rocks you were able to carry and placed them inside the cave. You arrange them and place them one by one so you can block the water from entering the side you've blocked it from. It took skill to successfully keep the water away from the other side. A little break later, you're ready to continue once more by scooping out the water using the bucket you have. It gets you and your clothes wet in seawater in the process.

Now, there's finally space for you to place your soon-to-be sea shell collection. But you separated the destroyed shell out of all the others. Exhaling with contentment, you leave the cave to find more shells to add. You've gone a pretty long way in finding new shells. Using the bucket to dig and find some, but nothing popped up. But that did not render you to stop. You keep going and continue your search.

And you see one, glistering with an orange hue with brown spots all over. Near the water, almost ready to be dragged away to the ocean and never to be seen again. Observing it farther as you walk closer to it, with eyes that squint; it looked like it had the same design as the one that you crushed. You dared pick it up before it got dragged into the ocean, grunting as standing up felt so... lazy. You look up and... then you see it.

The boy from under the ocean.

[crying-fantasies]

First gifts

Masterlist

He's lucky you aren't home.

He's really lucky to have put Sol in her crib pod, recharging peacefully like an angel while sucking on her crystal pacifier as Bob recharged next to her.

He is lucky to open the door and sense the absolute glee on his brother's EMF before it crashes on the bond, fast enough to make the decision of just getting the pit out of there, but Sunstreaker isn't lucky enough to turn faster than Sideswipe can catch him, dragging and sitting him in front of Steercharger who can only smile with real innocence by the big slag eating grin Sideswipe has on the faceplate.

"Our dear Junior has made the question", Sunstreaker tries to think of what in Unicron's name his brother is referring to, jumping slightly when his brother puts his unwashed servos on his shoulder armor, the water on it will wash the wax away but he can't say another bad word or you, somehow, will know.

Steercharger seems bashful, almost timid, and Sunstreaker fears the worst, "what?" maybe there was more bite and venom on his question by how his sparkling reacted, but he kind of senses it, Steer is in that age, and while not as eye catching as him, he knows that some mechs could glance at his sparkling with other intentions, "who is the fragger-"

"No one! No one, I swear!", Steer is has a hue of pink on his faceplates, Sides laughs at him.

"Oh bother of mine", his jabbing is obvious, "our kiddo isn't interested in anyone", he takes silence to finally let him go, "yet", oh, oh this Fragger, of course he would cross his circuits just to make fun of him.

Steer seems a little more brave once Sunstreaker's EMF calm down, having more courage to ask, "it's just, I was curious about the conjunx ritual", his big blue optics seem to sparkle with sincere curiosity and affection, "how was yours?"

Ah, Sunstreaker thinks with looming dread over him in the shape of his slag grinning brother, that question.

In any other occasion he would have the gall to tell his youngling all about it, teach him just like he taught him how to fight with a servo on his back strut or how to apply a decent amount of wax and cleanser on his faceplates (specially which one goes first), but if there is one thing he refuses to talk about is of the errors and mistakes of his past, mistakes that were his but also Sideswipe's fault to some degree.

"I've waited so long for this", Sides, somehow, got a metallic box out of his subspace, taking out three important things Sunstreaker believed he lost but no, the slagger has it all, "oh, Sunny here loved your mentor so much from the very beginning", the exaggeration is heavy on his glossa, mentioned bot made a pained face, having unnerving images supplied from his very own databank, how he very much tried to get rid of you and, by his own grimace, tried to put you in your place more than once, feeling a burning rage come to his younger self, "of course, humans have it a tad bit difficult with our culture you see, your mentor had a funny time realizing we're a package deal"

"You didn't say anything to begin with", he pushes Sides off, quickly doing a close up visual scan, no scratches, "very intelligent, go flash your lights to an organic, push up the EMF of a sealed youngling to the one that doesn't even have a proper sensor, see how long it takes to finally get an answer", Steer was pretty much familiar with his mentors rough pushing one another, so he didn't say anything when Streaker grabbed Sides by one of his structured audials, or his horn, like you called it. "worked well, uh? Almost 20 earthling years to even put the dots together and more than one gift in between like two messy younglings playing habsuit", finally letting go of his brother's audial he almost made him fall, Sunstreaker now was looking at their oldest, "Just so you know, Steer, you've to be clear with what you want, organic or not, learn a few things of where you're getting into or if you're really into that, and if you want to drag someone on it be sure to be in the same page to begin with".

Now, it was Sideswipe's turn to have a bad memory of his courting to you, not exactly knowing you had to cook whatever he gave you most of the time and remembering that one chance he got you a steak, supposedly what one of his fellow soldiers said would be one of the best gifts ever, what he didn't mention, or thought it wasn't necessary to mention, was that it had to be fresh and cooked, and obviously not floating on his subspace for a whole decacycle before finally presenting it to you.

So yeah, Hoist almost killed him when it was time to clean that, because Ratchet was sure to drag the whole Lost Light back from space just so he could hit Sideswipe's helm with a wrench for such stupidity, since Ratchet didn't know Sunstreaker didn't either, being in the same starship at the moment, but boy he would also done the same as the medic.

But it would never compare to the clash between his affection to you and Sunstreaker's bitter hatred and resentment, which only got worse when he tried to make his brother see that you're really something valuable to care for.

Steercharger glanced with curious and round optics, totally oblivious to the truth, "so you give gifts, right?", there was this little something on his vox, like expecting something to happen or come, "what were yours"

The oldest twin wanted to ask if he was referring to their gifts or yours, but his younger brother beat him to it, taking out a piece of old, wrinkled and colorless paper, "This", he put the little thing on the table like it was a great treasure, "this is the first gift your mentor gave me, right it isn't as great as the one I got for our ritual but...", maybe Sides was thinking of the past, a very younger you folding the paper in front of him after making it with diligence, innocent, oblivious of what were you doing and the weight it gave to his spark, oblivious of the warmth such little gesture flooded their bond with when you put the paper crane on Sideswipe's waiting servos as Sunstreaker tried to cut it out by force, sealing the feeling away with gritted denta as he tried to focus on other things.

There was happiness and also hatred on it, but Sideswipe still choose to keep the good about it even when his precious gift was soon to fall to pieces, "this little fella is the best".

Now both glitches looked at Sunstreaker, who was only looking at the open box, he wasn't happy about it, "so it was you who took it away", Sideswipe tried to fake innocence as his brother took the soft fabrics on his servos, your first gifts for him, the first ones always hold the most value in Kaon, where things were scarcely low, every courting or friendly gift was something to be grateful for

He didn't appreciate yours by his own stubbornness.

Sunstreaker can still remember, he thought so little of it, thinking that the color was pretty but almost launching it to the trashcan after hearing it came from an animal, weighting the pros and cons of even using it after realizing it was soft enough to don't scratch him, soft enough to just fall from him without resisting gravity like water made fabric, enough to keep you apart by the same fabric, not scorching to make you sweaty, not touching him even when Sideswipe tried to force you on him, he was thankful even when he didn't say it directly, bashfully realizing you got him two but also noticing that you only did it to keep your distance from him.

His digits pass over the stitches on it, remembering how you practically exiled him from the ritual, not really knowing, not even realizing in what Sides had dragged you into, it hurt, it hurt so much even when he denied himself the feeling, he was so close to shout you "how dare you?" as your own claims were know to him, you were daring enough that night to shout at him, to face him in place of Sideswipe, and maybe he should've listened, but Sunstreaker was only fragments of himself at the time, fragments that cut him, Hunter, you and Sides in between.

It cut his own gift, the first one you gave to him, shredded to pieces when he had to escape to exact his own objectives, not believing that you had it in you to even believe you could cut him out, his anger, stubbornness, hatred and silent pain flooded the bond and made Sideswipe the first bot knowing something was wrong as he felt himself choking on air during his recharge, servos gripping his chassis in pain just in time to register your shoutingand fear for the worst.

There were so many things he wanted to go back in time and change, make amends like you did as the needle put back together his gift in one piece before you offered it to him again, thinking he really liked the thing, which he did, Sunstreaker looked it as a he couldn't believe it was really happening, not believing you just accepted him back to the ritual, now totally aware of what it meant, aware what your actions were implying, "we can try, only if you want to", Sunstreaker was dumfounded, out of his element, recalling all the scrap he did to you, just to put the choice on him, asking what he wanted to do.

He took the fabric from your burned hands, holding them, firm but not hard, not letting go.

"Your mentor is a soft spark", Sides took him back from his harsh memories, filling his end of the bond with understanding as all Sunstreaker could do was hold the patched up blanket, telling himself that he didn't lose it as he feared, it was just his brother that took it without asking, he would have some words with him later, "gift are important, true, but is the feeling on it that matters most".

Steer had a face that seemed to get the idea of what was being expressed, his own servo inside the memory box and taking out something that wasn't good at his development stage, just to say, "so what is this?"

When you came back home, Bob welcomed you with a soft headbutt as you found Sunstreaker trying to choke Sideswipe by the neck, as Steercharger welcomed you with a exposing spicy photo of Sides on his servo, marked with his handwriting with a heavy red colored "ready to come back?", remembering he sent you one of those while you were working on the former Dead End.

Taking your key card back, you only exited the house, not really in the mood to explain.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

However, Your Mother

Welcome back to another Shaw Mates Group Chat Post that totally hasn't been sitting completed in my drafts for over a month because I forgot to post it nope not at all that would be utterly ridiculous ahahaha

This is pretty short though because my brain has been filled with angst for the past several months and crack isn't really doing much for me atm.

CW: Angel is back on their crack shit but keeps getting rejected, Baabe is living for the gossip, Sweetheart is a bit more active, Sam just wants some normality but he should know better by now fr fr

Actual CW: Crack, Cursing, Shenanigans, GN Listeners, Any gendered terms are purely for the memes and should not be taken seriously in any kind of way.

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Sweetheart: My supervisor is literally dog turds

Angel: i dont know whether to be happy i wasnt first or upset that u didnt say cat litterbox droppings

Baabe: what happened invisi?

Sweetheart: Were circling back to that nickname later. Whats wrong is that theyre making me stay late

Angel: but but 2nites mate nioght

Sweetheart: I know it is thats why Im upset

Baabe: theres only one thing left to do. we cause a error in the computer system and hold their information hostage so that way invisi can sneak out. get it? sneak? cause theyre a stealth? im so funny.

Sam: I knew it was too much to hope that for once this was a normal and legal conversation, and yet I did so regardless. Good lord.

Angel: vamp daddy

Angel: welcome to another episode of davey is gonna kill me

Baabe: whatd you do?

Angel: hol up a sec i need to wait for invisi and vamp daddy to be here

Baabe: if this was discord we could @ them.

Angel: omg it would be so fun to have a mates disc call

Baabe: IT WOULD

Sam: This is the highest level of my tolerance. I don't think I could handle a group call with all of you. Especially without David to monitor.

Angel: davey do be a sexy supervisor vroom vroom

Sam: I'm never going to be able to look at David the same now. Thank you for that.

Angel: yw now where is my invisible hoe

Baabe: imma call them.

Angel: that just leaves vamp daddy and me (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Sam: Oh dear lord.

Angel: nope just me

Sweetheart: Whatd I miss

Baabe: angel fucked up again.

Sweetheart: Oh good

Angel: cool now that everyones here

Angel: how does one get dough off high ceilings and back into the kitchen

Sam: Do I even want to know how you managed that?

Baabe: by asking you have become complicit. congrats!

Sam: Shit.

Sweetheart: Before I tell you I wanna know how tf you managed to do that

Angel: so i was making pizza rite

Baabe: its gonna be a multi text situation. neat.

Angel: and the impulsive urge to yeet that motherfucker at the ceiling with the force of a thousands suns came upon this bitch

Sam: And that should be a lesson in control, kiddos.

Angel: but i couldnt do it in the kitchen because i wasnt in the kitchen

Sweetheart: Then where tf were you

Angel: in davey and me bedroom

Baabe: omg this keeps getting better. i cant wait to tell Ash.

Angel: we have hella high ceilings so i got on the bed and threw the dough at the ceiling

Angel: now its stuck and davey is gonna come home any minute

Sweetheart: I lied I have no idea how to get pizza dough off high ceilings I just wanted to hear the story hehehehe

Angel: ((유∀유|||))

Baabe: all mates are wonderful. all werewolves are awesome (except chrissy all my homies hate chrissy) but Ash is by far the best. <3

Angel: omg i literally luv my house husband

Sweetheart: Disagree what evidence do you have

Baabe: three words invisi.

Angel: i love you

Baabe: no

Angel: rejected by my waifu im never gonna financially recover alexa play the wheels on the bus

Baabe: breakfast. in. bed.

Sweetheart: Three words for you

Angel: i love you

Sweetheart: No

Angel: rejected twice in one day by my waifus alexa play arabian nights

Sweetheart: Crumbs. In. Bed.

Sam: Why was this what I had to come in to?

Angel: sam wont reject me will u vamp daddy

Sam: Without hesitation I absolutely will.

Angel: im literally gonna kms ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

[lesbiansandwich]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you i graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.

I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.

Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

I hole-hardedly agree, but allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go. Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn't take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It's clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother's mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it’s a peach of cake.

[thunderbunny24]

Second Chance at Love

Here is the first of hopefully many parts to this story. I hope whoever finds this likes it. If you find any major grammar or spelling errors, please let me know. The starting time for this story is January 2024. Story is based on Matthew Lillard the person, not any of his characters.

Summary - Matthew is a widower who hasn't had a serious relationship since his wife's death. You are divorced and scared to try again. Both of you just want to live a happy, lowkey Hollywood life.

Part 1

            In the back parking lot of Reach for the Barres Dance Studio in Glendale, on a gray January afternoon, sat a blue 2018 Audi Q3 with the windows cracked.  You, a 42-year-old woman with shoulder length purple hair, were reading a stack of papers that said Untitled Ari Aster Project on the front page.  You were so focused on what you were reading that you didn’t realize that parents and kids were leaving the studio until your back passengers door opened and your 8-year-old daughter climbed in.

            “Hey mommy!  How’s the script?”  The brown-haired, blue-eyed girl asked as she tossed her dance bag into the seat next to her and buckled in.

            “Hey baby!  It’s good but I don’t think it’s for me.  How was dance?”  You closed the script and put it under your purse in the passenger’s seat.

            “It was good but Mrs. Laura said she needed to talk to you.”  There was a light knock on the driver’s window.  “See.”

            “Hey Stacy!”  Laura said as she waved.

            You rolled down the window and gave Laura your typical meet and greet smile.  “Hi Laura.  What can I help you with?”

“I was hoping we could plan a playdate for our girls soon.  Anna hates that she and Violet don’t go to the same school and was hoping she could come over to your place to play with her.  Us moms can sit around and gossip.  Just some good girl time.”

            The desire for approval in Laura’s eyes softened you a little.  You gave a genuine smile and said, “Let me talk to my assistant and look at our schedules and I’ll text you.”  Laura’s smile widened.  “We’ve got to hit the road, though.  I’ve got to get dinner in this kiddo then I’ve got studio time booked and I hate to be late to that.”

            “Totally understand.”  Laura waved as you rolled up the window and put the car in reverse.

            As the pair of you pulled out of the parking lot, Violet said, “You were in the studio while I was at school today.  Were you fibbing to Mrs. Laura?”  You looked in the rearview mirror to lock eyes with your child and held your finger up to your mouth in a shush motion.  Violet giggled.  “Oh mommy!  You’re silly.”  You shrugged your shoulders while you gave Violet a wink.  “Remember to go to the gas station.  You told me to remind you.”

            “Yes ma’am.  Thank you sweetheart.”  You nod.  “There is one at the next light.  I’ll stop there.”  You pull into the tiny Shell station containing only one pump with a silver 2020 Buick Envision taking up one side of the pump.  You roll the back driver’s window down then turn off your car to get out to start pumping gas.  You were chitchatting with your daughter through the window while the tank filled when you began to feel eyes on you.  You try to ignore it as most fans will just take a picture and then move on, but then you can tell that someone has moved to the front of your car.  You closed your eyes and take a deep breath hoping the person will get the hint and go back to their car.

            “Excuse me.”  You hear a man clear his throat.  Your heart begins to race as a million bad scenarios rush through your mind.  “I’m sorry to bother you.”  You give Violet a look that tells her to be quiet and still.  “Stacy?  Stacy Davis?”  You do a small nod and turn to the person speaking while you place your back against the rear driver’s door in a small attempt to block your daughter from view.

            As your eyes go up from the man’s feet to his face your entire body softens.  You let out a small laugh as you step forward.  “Matthew Lillard.  What are the chances?”  You walk over to him to give the typical celebrity hug that you all seem to come into the business knowing.  Matthew’s hug was different.  It was real.  There was warmth to it that made your heart skip a beat.

            “I’m so sorry to bother you when you are with your daughter, but I heard you talking and instantly recognized the voice.  I couldn’t let this opportunity pass.”  Matthew gave a genuine smile as he pushed his glasses up back into place on the bridge of his nose.

            You waved him over to the open car window.  “Violet, I want you to meet Mr. Matthew Lillard.  He is Shaggy in the live Scooby Doo movies.”  Violet’s eyes lit up.  You looked over at Matthew.  “She loves everything Scooby.”  You smile at your daughter’s excitement.

            Matthew poked his head through the window, smiling at Violet when you hear his Shaggy voice.  “Violet, like, that is my FAVORITE name!  Zoinks!”

            Violet giggled as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of red.  “Thank you Mr. Matthew.”  She turns to look at you.  “Mommy, can I unbuckle and give Mr. Matthew a hug?”

            “Of course sweetheart.  I’ll even take a picture.”

You pull your phone out of your back pocket to snap a quick picture.  Matthew picks Sara up and places her on his hip the same way you used to when she was younger and lighter.  Violet beamed while looking at you saying “Cheese.”

            “You don’t have to call me Mr. Matthew.  Matt is just fine.”  He says as he helps your daughter back into the car.

            Violet shakes her head.  “Mommy said since the divorce, every guy is Mr. No exceptions, until she marries them.”

            Your cheeks turned a bright red.  “That was for any guy I date.  Not every guy we meet.  Lordy child!”  You bite your lip as you look up at Matthew.  “Sorry about that.”

            Matthew gives you a big smile as he touches your arm.  “No worries.  I think it’s a great rule.”  You giggle nervously.  “So, you think you could send me that picture?”  You nod and open up a new text.  You type in his number as he gives you the digits then attach the picture and hit send.  You hear his phone ding.  “It was nice to meet you, Stacy.  I’m a huge fan.”

            “I’m a big fan of yours as well.  Five Nights at Freddy’s was great.  And it was so nice to meet you too.”  You take the gas nozzle and place it back on the pump.  “We probably need to get out of here, though.”

            Matthew reached out to give you another hug then opened your car door for you.  “You ladies have a good rest of your evening.”

            You wave and nod, then close your car door and crank your engine.  You let out a little sigh, turn the radio on and say to Violet over your shoulder, “Let’s get home.”  You pulled out of the gas station and start making your way to Encino.

[loremonster]

Btw ALL CRAFTS BENIFIT FROM INCREASING YOUR UNDERSTANDING OF MECHANICAL FORCES AND THE SHAPES OF ENGINEERING.

I grew up with my maternal grandparents visiting every summer with their trailer attatched ( heavy duty, biiig truck needed, deseil, associate the smell with their visits to this day, and the characteristic sound of the idiling engine ) and working with my Engineer ( Computer Science + UI Design, Electrical, HVAC, Boiler operation and troubleshooting, specialization in retrofitting old buildings with large multifloor airflow systems with minimal disturbance to the original structure, later trained to supervise new construction + oversee and assist in the labor of installation on site ) Dad to plan, construct, and install home and barnyard improvements / modifications / upgrades.

Not only were the blocks I played with from age 6 months to 14 years old made from scrap wood with the edges sanded off to make em kiddo safe, I was often Around as Dad and Grandpa were drawing on grid paper, discussing weight distribution, load bearing beams, when a box support is needed, how the square design of a box support is modified and how measurements on paper became the pieces that made a whole heckin chicken coop in one summer. As I got older I was trusted to read off those measurements so no one had to come down off a ladder to check things, and read the tape measure from the bottom and call out appropriate adjustments before a trim line is drawn. Dad goes down, Grandpa goes up, he checks the measurement again and makes his own mark. If they match, they cut. If they don't, they discuss how they made the measurement to troubleshoot why they got different results, and then we did it again to ensure understanding had been reached.

Measure until its consistant, accept human error, accept it happens All The Time, and check things until You Are Certain. THEN trim material.

A similar addage is learned in sewing; measure twice, cut once.

Mathamatics teaches guess and check, a handy principal in fibercrafts of all kinds.

Those scrap blocks I mentioned? Taught me about mechanical forces like gravity, friction, weight distribution across multiple shapes and which shapes built up best without falling over or bracing; all principals I applied later not only in crafting DIY stuff around the house but also within my artistic practice when imagining and arting locations, clothing, and people.

A lot of practical knowledge gets locked behind the barrier of Theoretical Physics ( i.e when its just numbers on paper Theorizing On How A Thing May Work In Real Space ) before an institution will let ya get your brain onto some real instruction. But there's a lotta things you can do to learn these things in your own home, and most are forms of play or creative hobbies.

Near everything you do with your body and brain together benifits both, in skill and theorizing on future intentions as they go from an idea to something others can SEE and sometimes even HOLD IN THEIR HANDS.

I still firmly beleive the ability to idiate upon something until one figures out How To Show It To Someone Else is truely the closest humans get to Actual Magic, and exists somewhere within everything people make or actuate with their physical person. And I think that undefinable Magic is what we call Art. The Arts. Crafting, creative, visual, audio, narrative, culinary, woodworks, masonry, smithing, fiberworks, fabrics, tailoring, and more than I even know to name because the catagory of Things People Imagine And Then Make Real is PRETTY FREAKIN WIDE.

These things are not sperate from the "hard" bodies of study and practice, math used to be considered magical and esoteric, and only became respectable when Accurate Measurement caused less people to die at the Apothocary, birthing the More Respectable Alchemist, and later into just Chemist-- all based on Math; an imagined system applied to the real world, bounded on proven precepts that are applied over and over and over to LITERALLY ANYTHING we can try it on to see If It Still Tracks Or We Missed Something-- thus why Gravity Is A Theory, and why Theory is one of the strongest words in scientific study, physics, and so on; it means It has Survived Years Of Genuine And Strenious Testing, Found Every Way It Was Wrong, And Continue Tweaking And Testing And CALIBRATING Our Imagined Incraments To Measure The World And Think More Accurately About Future Intentions.

Like the practice of all crafts and arts.

I guess this is Art Theory now? 🤷🏼

[prince-honeypaw]

hi hi ! can you a cg!midoriya ? i love reading all the stuff you write, you're really good at it ! 💕

♡ Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm glad you like my writing :3 ♡ Can't recall the last time I did a proper CG Izuku post so I hope this is good!

♡ Midoriya has always wanted to be a big brother! It's something that he felt would come so naturally to him if it happened. Being a good role model, a friend, a playmate, and a caretaker are all things that go hand in hand with heroism and being a good big brother to him. Growing up and entering UA only makes this all the more clear to him.

♡ So, being a caregiver comes as easy as breathing to him! ... Is what he wishes he could say. Being a caregiver is a lot like being someone's hero, but with some pretty obvious differences. Your average hero isn't often found reading If You Give A Cat A Cupcake for the third time in a row because someone (See: Shinsou) is trying to put off bedtime!

♡ Izuku throws himself into caregiving with his whole heart and soul. He's scoured his way through mommy blogs, childcare books, and any other resource he could find! Where the blogs and books and charts fell through, Izuku just filled in on his own. It's no secret that he is a note-taker, and this is no exception.

♡ While he has more notes and knowledge than you can shake a stick at, he's a pretty firm believer in trial and error! If one method doesn't work for his kiddo he'll try another. If some parts of a method work and others don't, he'll fill in the gaps. If none of his methods work, he'll adapt! He's very patient.

♡ Very good with high-energy kids or low-energy kids! The guy is super adaptive and can switch gears to suit whatever mood they're in. This can tend to get him jerked around if he's watching multiple littles with different energy levels, but hey! Caregiving can sometimes get hectic!

♡ Izuku can handle tantrums with rather shocking ease! Whether this is due to his childhood friendship with a certain gremlin or simply his adaptive nature coming into play is under speculation. He's a firm believer that no one misbehaves or acts out just because, there's almost always a reason. He'll ask guiding questions to see if he can pin down the source of the little's distress, but he can accept that sometimes you just need to cry it out!

♡ He is not very good at playing pretend games, because acting is not his strong suit. He'll get flustered or break character to ask questions, or just get distracted watching the story unfold! So he would rather watch than participate, but he won't say "no" if asked.

♡ Doesn't say "no" very often at all. Midoriya can and will spoil his baby if he is not stopped.

♡ This often makes him the subject of plenty baby shenanigans, but he remains blissfully unaware that he is In Danger.

♡ All around, Midoriya is a tender, attentive caregiver that would paint the stars in the sky if that's what his little one asked.

[trashyswitch]

A Special Privilege

You are a non-binary child. Or as Roxy would quickly say, a NBC. Your biggest dream of meeting Roxy and getting her autograph is finally coming true. And not only that, but you're given the rare opportunity to hang out with Roxy! What are the chances?!

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy!

It’s finally your turn! You step into Roxanne Wolf’s green room and let out a breath of nervousness. You’re hoping to see her and maybe get her autograph before the Pizzaplex closes. You pull out your notebook and a pen and look up at the big animatronic. 

She turns around and smiles brightly. “Hey there, kiddo! What’s your name?” She asked. 

“My name is Skyler.” You reply. 

“Skyler, huh?” Roxy asked, tilting her head. She placed her hand onto your shoulder with a bright smile. “Cool name!” Roxy reacted. 

You widen your eyes. “Uuuh…Thanks!” You reply excitedly. You pull out your notebook and pen. “Can…Can I have your autograph?” You ask. 

Roxy looked down at the notebook and chuckled when she saw it was a Roxanne Wolf notebook with a racecar in the middle. “Sure thing, kid!” She replied, clicking the pen and opening up the notebook to the front page. She started writing out a note with her signature on the bottom, before giving it back to you. You look at the words: 

[HI SKYLAR! KEEP RACING FOR THE FINISH LINE! ROXANNE WOLF <3] 

You smile brightly. She spelled your name wrong…but you don’t care at all. It’s worth every tiny spelling error. You give her a big toothy smile to show her you’re extremely happy to see her. She gives you a sharp, toothy smile right back. 

“Say: Did you wanna hang out in my room for a while? I’ve got nothing else to do.” Roxy asked. 

You gasp. Wait…did she just ask ME to spend time with her?! Why would I ever say no to that?! But first, you gotta double check to make sure you’re not dreaming. 

“Wait, really?! A-Are you sure?” You ask her, not fathoming the once-in-a-lifetime chance. . 

“Double positive! The animatronics are always busy, and I don’t feel like being alone right now. I wanna talk to people! Especially my fans!” Roxy replied. 

You squeal and clap your hand. “Yes!! Yes yes yes, I would love to!” You reply, giggling and jumping around like a kangaroo. Roxy just laughs at your visible excitement. “Sounds like a plan, little bud!” Roxy replied. “Also, what are your pronouns, Sky?” She asked next. 

You stop jumping and look at her with a proud smile. “They/them.” You reply. 

“Ooooh! Another NBC!” Roxy told you. 

You tilt your head. “What’s an NBC?” 

Roxy leans down slightly. “A Non-Binary Child.” She replied. 

You widen your eyes with shock. There were hearts flashing in Roxy’s eyes, that were the color of the Non-Binary flag: Yellow, white, purple and black. 

“Yeah! I am an NBC.” You reply. 

“What did you wanna do? I have an arcade game you can play. Or I have balloons, and we can play keep-it-up. Or, we can color, play ‘the floor is lava’, go get some Fizzy-Faz, it’s your choice.” Roxy told her. 

You smile brightly. You realize that you could easily stare at her all day, and still be entertained. But, you make a choice. “Keep-it-up!” You reply, grabbing a balloon that’s shaped like Roxy. “THINK FAST!” You shout before throwing it up and slapping the balloon. 

But unfortunately…

The balloon slowed down right away, only going about halfway over to Roxy. 

Roxy widened her eyes and bursted out laughing. “Ihihit’s okay. It’s okay! I’ll come closer.” Roxy told you. “Hold on.” She picked up the balloon and hit the balloon with her white paw. “Go get it!” She declared. 

You smile as the balloon travels even farther to you. You jump up and hit it back, watching as it flies back to Roxy in a diagonal downward motion. 

You watch as Roxy hits it back up with her paw, and hits it back to you in a higher, more straight motion. You smile as it reaches you. 

Quickly, you jump up and hit the balloon with your forehead before allowing it to fall a couple feet. You hit it back up with your hand before slapping it back towards Roxy in a higher motion this time. 

Roxy stops it with her snout, momentarily making it look like she’s spinning it on her nose like a seal. You laugh and clap your hands in reaction. “That’s so cool!” You say happily. 

Then, she knocks the balloon back up with her nose before hitting it back to you with her paw in a lower, straight motion. “Your turn! Show off your moves, Sky!” 

You jump up, puff out your chest and stop the balloon in its tracks with a hit against your chest. “SUPERMAN!” You declare. 

Roxy laughs at your reference. “Good one!” 

Then, you hit the balloon up again, before slapping it back over to Roxy. “What else can you do?” You ask. 

She let the balloon drop down and started kicking the balloon up like a soccer ball. She then jumped up and kicked the balloon back to you. 

You hit the balloon with your chest again, hitting the balloon back and forth with your knees before kicking the balloon back to the Roxy. But after kicking the balloon back, you end up losing your balance and falling on your back. 

As you lay on your back, you hear Roxy laughing her head off as she slowly walks into your field of vision. “You okay?” She asked. “That was quite the flop.” She teased as she reached her paw out. 

You nod your head and take her hand, using it to get up. Once you were on your feet though, Roxy pulled you into her arms and lifted you up. “Come here, little show off!” She reacted, skittering and dancing her fingers all over your ribs and sides. 

You squeal and throw your head back with strong, bubbly laughter. “EEEHEhehehehe! BAHAhahahaha! Heheheheyy!” You react, surprised to feel the tickles. “Whahahat hahappened tohoho plahahaying keeheheep ihit up?” You ask. 

Roxy shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno. It was fun, but THIS is even MORE fun!” Roxy declared. 

“BUHUHUT-” you start to protest. 

“Oh right!” Roxy stopped and looked down at you. “Do you consent to the act of being tickled?” She asked. 

You blink with shock. W-Why would she word it like that? You burst out laughing and look up at her. “Yohohohou sohound too formal.” You tell her. “Just say ‘Do you wanna be tickled?’!” You tell her honestly. 

“Okay. Do you wanna be tickled?” She asked. 

You look up at her with a smile. “Yes. I do.” You reply. “Now TICKLE ME LIKE YOU’VE NEVER- YAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” You interrupt yourself with your own burst of hysterical laughter as she starts dancing her nails all over your vulnerable belly, squishy sides and sensitive ribs. 

“Ey ey, captain!” She declares in response. 

You hang your head and laugh loudly with your eyes closed, surprised at how well she was tickling you. “HAHAhahahahaha! Rohohohoxyhyhy!” You laugh. 

“Yes, my Non-binary friend?” Roxy replied. You feel her artificial eyes looking down at you, further showing you how much control she currently holds over you. Though this doesn’t really worry you, because you know that you also have control…just, in a different way. 

“Ihihihit tihihickles!” You reply, wiggling around a bit and accidentally further tickling yourself with Roxy’s nails amidst your wiggling. 

“It dooooes?!” She reacted, being all dramatic. “But how much does it tickle?” She asked. 

You lean your head to the right while you try and think while you laugh yourself silly. How much does it really tickle? Yes, the laughter was capable of telling Roxy a lot about the level of reaction your ticklish spots provided. But what you believe she meant to ask was: How much does the tickling drive you crazy?

“Ahaha lohohohot! A lohohot!” You try to reply. “A lot?! But you’re not even laughing that hard! How could the tickling be that strong, when you’re not even laughing that much?!” Roxy asked, purposely reacting like a naive, confused animatronic. 

But you know she was just teasing you. You know her reactions were fake. But did that change how embarrassed and flustered you were getting?! 

Not. One. Bit. 

“Ihihi dohohon’t knohohohow.” You reply, taking a bit longer to answer than the last couple times. 

“You took a bit longer to answer than you were before. Are you okay? Is my tickling distracting you so much that you can’t think properly?” She asked with a smile, sounding 10% worried and 90% casual. 

You suddenly remember to nod your head in response. 

“Hmmmm…Does baby Skywer need some waspbewwies?” Roxy teased in her baby voice. 

You could feel the color on your cheeks deepen by the second. Why is she talking to you like you’re a baby?! “Ihihi’m eheheleheven yehears ohohohold! Ihihihi’m nohohot ahaha bahaby!” You tell her. 

“Are you suuuuure? Cause I all I see when I see dis face,” She stopped tickling, turned you around and roughly squished your cheeks, to make you look like a fish. “-Is de cutest widdle face I have ever seen in my LIFE!” She declared, now massaging and pinching your dimpled cheeks. 

You chuckle and look to the side, unsure how to feel about your favorite rockstar literally treating you like a baby. On one hand, you’re 11 years old! No 11 year old should be treated like this! If this was your mom, you would be pushing her away as fast as possible. 

But on the other hand…This is your idol…Your biggest obsession. Her face and her brand literally covers your walls back home…so you almost feel honored to be experiencing such a genuine simulated reaction from her. 

“I...Thank you.” You awkwardly reply. 

“Now: Would you like me to give you some raspberries?” She asked you. 

You smile and jump on the spot. “Sure!” You reply, hugging her. 

When you let go of her, Roxy grabbed you by the waist and picked you up, lifting you up into the air before blowing a raspberry on your belly. You squeak and clap your hands as you laugh and giggle. “EHEHEHEhehehehe! HAHAHAHA- GOHOHOHOOD OHOHONE!” You react. 

“Why thank you, my ticklish sweetheart.” She replied. “Now how ticklish are these hips of yours?” She asked as she started squeezing your hips. You gasp and cover your mouth, before SCREAMING and letting out hysterical, muffled laughter. “BAHAHAHAHAHAAA! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!” You yelled. 

“Woooow! These hips don’t lie!” She reacted. “They’re definitely ticklish.” 

You soon uncovered your mouth and kept wiggling around helplessly in her arms. “WHYHYHY AHAHARE YOU REHEHEFERENCIHIHIHING SHAKIHIHIHIRA?!” You yell. 

“You know about Shakira?!” She reacted. 

“SHEHEHEHE’S OHOHOLD!” You yell at her. 

“So?! Just because she’s 76, doesn’t she can’t shake those hips.” Roxy told you. She stopped for a moment and gently gripped your belly. “If anything, that belly dancing kept her fit and fabulous over the years.” She added. 

Right as you were going to argue with her, you gasp as you felt her fingers gently travel down to your hips. Two seconds later, you feel her dig her fingers into the dips of your hips. 

“OHOHOHO NOOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA- HAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!” You completely lose all control of your body as you’re being tickled almost mercilessly at this point. 

“Oooooh! Looks like my fingers have turned into drills!” She reacted as she suddenly began to automatically spin her thumbs like two connected drill bits. 

You screech and double over, cackling and quickly trying to cower like a turtle. You soon went breathless amidst your laughter, kicking your feet rather rapidly. But thankfully, the moment you went breathless, Roxy stopped tickling you. She brought her thumbs back to their front position and put you down. You were just a euphoric, sweaty, tired mess of giggles by this point. She notices this and decides to sit down on the couch while holding you in her arms. 

You could barely notice, but Roxy had started to coddle you almost like a baby. Normally, this would feel offensive to your adolescent self. But you were just so tired and euphoric that you didn’t really care anymore. She had wrapped her right arm under your back with your head on her forearm, while her left hand was wrapped around your middle against your back, holding your body against her. All you knew was her cool, smooth touch. You could tell just from her actions alone how much she cared about you. You could sense that she wanted to keep you safe and comfortable while you were calming down and recovering from her tickle attack. And while you laid there against her, Roxy started to sing a little lullaby. A kind, fluffy lullaby. A lullaby that, surprisingly, wasn’t about plagues (Ring Around the Rosie), bloody mary (Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary), or serial killers (Do You Know The Muffin Man). Though…this wasn’t really a lullaby either…it was more like a full song. 

But song or lullaby, she sang it to you. Her singing was rarely heard while the band was on the stage. So the fact that she was lulling you to sleep with her singing voice, was another amazing privilege that you didn’t realize you were experiencing until you woke up an hour later. 

When you finally woke up, you had opened your eyes to see Roxy sleeping in her sitting position on the couch. Whether it was real sleep or simulated sleep, you couldn’t really tell. All you knew is that you were kept safe by the animatronic. After getting out of her prior grip, you walked out of her room and opened the door. 

“There you are, Skylar.” Your mom reacts before taking your hand. “Come on! It’s getting late, and Freddy’s is about to close. Would you like to get some McDonald’s ice cream before we go home?” She asked you. 

You nod. “Yes please!” You reply before focusing on stepping onto the escalator down. 

[stargazeraldroth]

Ooohhh, good luck with your schoolwork, then! And don’t push yourself too hard~

I get what you mean! To be honest, I tend to make him lean more towards good, myself- It’s just how I view him, in no small part (like you said) thanks to all of the overly malicious interpretations of him. And honestly, especially with the other Stars, I usually interpret him as “good-leaning chaotic neutral,” so really, I’m probably biased, too! Also, he definitely, absolutely does need therapy- To help recognize and process his own feelings (and validate them), to help him recognize social cues he tends to disregard, etc. If nothing else, he’s lived for so goddamn long and seen so much shit that he could do with talking to A Professional about it and just getting it off of his chest. And that’s just with his canon role as a Protector… If you view anything with, say, Gin as canon, he probably needs it even more. And I’m a sucker for Gin/Ink, so I like taking it into account, heh.

I think I may have read that one, too! I… Also cannot remember the title, though, whoops. But! I could see his abandonment issues (and probable RSD, at least in my opinion (no I’m not projecting hush-) because Look At Him) playing into how he takes all of this- And the entire thing combines with his other issues and the fact that protecting the Multiverse is kind of a Big Deal to him, and it all just. Really, really starts to weigh him down, I think. He’d be trying to go over everything he did- Wondering if he did something to make them think he hated being soulless, like you said, or how he led them to think that he needed saving from the Creators (which, maybe he does, just. Not like this), or how me screwed up so much that two of the people he bases his understanding of morals off of went off the deep end. Did he interfere too much? Is this going to happen to others? Was there a way he could have seen this coming and stopped it? Blue and Dream would probably hate that he’s thinking that way (and maybe it even feeds more into their delusions, because how could he think like that? It couldn’t be their fault, right? They’re in too deep now, they can’t just stop-), but Ink is gonna spiral into self hatred and spiral hard, no matter how you look at it.

Core deserved to go a bit feral and wreck havoc on people who hurt the ones they love. Just a little bit. You know. As a treat. For real though, they’re definitely the sort of threat you regret overlooking, because even if they, physically, cannot do anything to you, kiddo’s got Influence and Knowledge and probably a damn good Scary Face. They’re definitely gonna assemble the squad to get their artistic pal back.

Depending on how badly off Ink is in the moment (both emotionally and physically), Cross might actually start out as a necessary caretaker AND protector for him- No one wants to decide things For Him, given everything that happened, but also, if he’s refusing to take his vials and not letting himself feel or function, someone needs to try and make sure he’s at least semi-healthy, you know? Either way, given time and A Lot of healing, I definitely see it developing into a much healthier, much happier friendship and partnership- With Cross probably acting like a Big Brother sometimes, because you know, Oreo Bros. And by that I mean, once they regained their bond, he gleefully holds having almost an Entire Foot on Ink over his head, and stuff like that (let them tease each other and be goofballs, they need it-).

Core and Cross are just gently giving Ink hugs and head pats while Error is just that one video of the guy awkwardly petting the other guy with a broom. And Fresh, in my mind, has plenty of motive to keep Ink Alive and Kicking because, if the Protector is gone, the chances of his Primary Food Source dying out goes up. Also I just really like the dynamic he’d bring to this particularly chaotic table, it’d be fun.

AHAHAHAHA HES SUCH A FUCKIN MANBABY AND I LOVE IT. Tantrum throwing Error over what would, to other people, be Weird Shit is always just. So funny to me. If Blue and Dream do kidnap Ink, I imagine he’d be a likely source of rescue, because the indignity of Someone Else having the nerve to capture His Rival would drive him insane.

O O F. That’s a tough (and painful) one. My first thought is that, if they wish for Ink to have a soul, and to not be “burdened” with the role of Protector anymore, the Overwrite reconstructs his old soul and locks him back in his old, unfinished AU… With just the sketches and his own thoughts for company. Unless it erases his memories, I don’t imagine he’d cope well with the sudden onslaught of Feeling so much and being in his Worst Nightmare.

My OTHER thought is that they wish to be Ink’s “perfect protectors” or something along those lines, but without any real guidelines, so now everyone has to deal with Shattered Dream and a Much More Deadly Blue running around and refusing to let Ink go anywhere.

Alternately, it goes right… For them. By locking all three Stars in the Doodlesphere and rendering it impossible to breach. Talk about an opportunity to gaslight poor Ink.

YOU KNOW GIN LORE!?

I'm sorry for shouting at you like that- but I have not been able to find a single thing about Gin's lore! Like I have a name, that's all I know. All I know is his name and that he had a close bond with Ink, or something like that. I don't even know where to look for this man's lore, which sucks because he?? Looks cool to me??? And he's Ink's friend???? I genuinely don't even know what Gin's lore is or what AU he's from-

Okay so that either refers to Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy or rejection sensitivity, and honestly? I'm here for both of them (I have looked as their basic definitions and nothing more). I, too, suspect that I may have some problems when it comes to abandonment and rejection... but this isn't a therapy session and I'm trying to be mysterious about myself, so we won't dwell on that. I can get behind Ink spiraling into self-hatred, that's a whole mood. Also, I just feel like if Dream and Blue tried to reassure him that it wasn't his fault (and of course they would, why wouldn't they step in?), Ink wouldn't believe them. There's just no other explanation for it, to him. Especially if they were to try and explain their reasoning to him.

I want you to know that I read "artistic" as "autistic" and didn't bat an eye. That's some self-projection right there.

Ooo yes yes, I understand exactly what you mean! I can see Cross being a necessary caretaker for the time being, if only to keep Ink functioning. Also just to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't do anything drastic, just as a precaution.

HJBVHHJBHJGG- Error with the broom?? Trying to comfort Ink by probing him with it?? Splendid imagery. He never learned how to comfort people, he's doing his best. He's improvising for the situation and I think that deserves some credit.

If Dream and Blue were to kidnap Ink, Error would be that one clip of the tank pulling right up to the house's door. I hope you know what I'm talking about, I think it's the perfect example of this. Error being a huge manbaby and having tantrums is something I live for, but it's so rare to find it in fanfics?? At least from my own experience. And I attribute that to the fact that Error's also greatly mischaracterized by a majority of the fandom as some sort of saint, but that's a topic for a different day.

(I will never want to rant about this.)

You know... I'm the one who suggested the hypothetical scenario, but you didn't have to assault me with that first interpretation /lh. My poor baby- especially because I'm pretty sure Ink doesn't actually remember anything from before waking up in the Anti-Void?? So he'd be confused and petrified, with no way of stopping his emotions or processing them. This also means that Broomie's gone for good, how could you do this Anon?

I do love me some Shattered content. Some nice Shattered and Ink interactions, we love to see it, love to see it. Some "nice" interactions. In this case, it's definitely a hostage situation, even before they hypothetically emerge victorious. Since Shattered now has tentacles, he can basically keep Ink restrained at all times, if he were to catch him. I can picture the scene: they use the OVERWRITE on themselves and, as soon as they do, Ink feels it. Something is wrong. So very wrong. The story- stories- they're different now. Something's gone wrong, he needs to fix it, but he's probably too bewildered by what he just witnessed to react properly. And for a little treat, just a little seasoning, imagine that he feels actual pain whenever something major like this- something so extremely off-script- happens. If the pain's great enough, it would render him stunned just long enough for the two to strike.

In the situation where they get locked in the Doodlesphere, I imagine there would be a scene where Ink's just processing everything. He's like "Creators... what the actual fuck?" The Creators really went to get the milk, huh?

Alternatively, Nightmare's probably just somewhere, eating popcorn while watching this whole thing go down from start to finish.

[ari-cuno]

WAIT I just did the math and realized! Oras was 3 when the incident happened, so she was at most 3 when error actually started being a parent. But she was, what, 2 when axel was born? So how was error towards axel for that one year of still being a deadbeat dad?

In all honesty, he wasn't the best, but he acted a bit better than when Oras was first born. However, he still didn't spend much time with Axel or watch him, mainly because he didn't want to deal with him and Oras. There were rare occasions however when Oras and Axel were under his supervision, and he normally ignored them and tried to keep them out of harm, unless they were in danger, he didn't care. He ignored them if they wanted to play, which they asked him a lot. Ink played with them, seeing how they liked to draw like he did, they could spend time easily. The kiddos were attached to their mom, but they wanted to see if they're dad would play with them. Long story short, Error was a neglectful jerk to them for the first 3 years. But then again, there were rare moments when he showed a softer side.

[asgardianhusband]

|Supernatural|Guys reacting to you Coming out as Trans(FTM);

{Requested}

A/N; This one was one of my Favorite Requests ngl c: I Hope you enjoy it! [I didn’t include John bc #Johnwinchestersucks sry but not sry] as a Trans guy this hit me like harder then i expected. also sorry for any spelling errors :) <3

CW: Mentioned Dysphoria, mentioned violence ?

“Hey Dean? I need to talk to you, it’s important.” You walked towards him, your eyes were pointed at the Floor and your Hands started to shake.

“What is it?” He turned around and gave you a knowing look, Dean always knew when something was up.

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes “Dean, I’m not a girl. I’ve known for some time now but I was to afraid to say something, I want to be a boy!” Your eyes immediately looked away, you were to scared to see the look on his face.

Before you knew it, Two strong arms were wrapped around you Hugging you tightly. “I’m so happy for you, My dude.” He gave you a kiss on the forehead and smiled, It was a genuine smile and felt so good to see on his face. “So What should we call you now? Something like Dean jr?” He laughed and laid a hand on your shoulder, a smile formed on your face when you told him your name.

“Y/N, that’s my name.” He patted your shoulder softly while giving you up and down look. “Well Y/N seems like we need to go shopping for you, but for now-“ he paused and walked up to his bag with clothes, he searched for a bit and then threw a shirt and flannel your way. “Here, it’s gonna suit you just fine boy.” He turned around to give you a big smile. “Thanks, Dean.” You said before leaving the room to change in your new clothes.

When Sammy first started to notice how uncomfortable you looked in your clothes, He gave you a shirt of his and said that you might grow into it someday. He wasn’t really shocked when you cut your hair or started to change your appearance to look more masculine, He was actually the one to come up to you and ask:

“Hey, You? Uhm Do you want to tell me something?” Sam asked while he looked at his Laptop, you were sitting across the table playing with you hoodie. “What would I want to tell you?” you haven’t had the courage to come out not because you didn’t trust him but more because it would be difficult to be seen as a Hunter by some people.

“Maybe a new name? A day when you want to get some fitting clothes for yourself?” He looked up and smiled softly, your eyes widened as you looked at him. “N-name?” You weren’t aware that he knew what was going on, you thought if Dean didn’t notice why would He?.

“Come on, I see how you’re struggling. Do you really think I’m that blind? You can always trust me, I’ll always be here for you.” Your eyes were tearing up at that assurance coming from Sam, he stood up and went over to squat down before you. “Hey hey, look at me. It’s all gonna be okay.” He laid his hand on you cheek and wiped away a tear.

“My name is Y/N and I want to be a guy.” You said proudly, Sam’s face showed pure happiness. “I’m so proud of you Y/N, that was very brave of you dude.” Sam stood up and held his arms open, you immediately stood up and hugged him. He patted your back and for the first time in a long time you felt very good in your own skin.

“Hey Kiddo, give me the wrench will yah?” Bobby asked while he Worked on the motor of his current car, you gave him the wrench he asked for and continued to stare at the blue-grey sky. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked concerned as he looked at you while closing the engine hood, He had that worried father look on his face that you knew way to well by now. You didn’t know if he would accept you, he was born into the older generation so he might not support it? Maybe he would abandon you for being different? Maybe he would think you were just as bad as the other monsters that you had to face everyday.

“I have to tell you something but I’m scared you won’t accept it or you will hate me.” You said while looking down at the ground trying to keep your tears from spilling, He put the wrench down and laid his hand on your head. “Nothing that you could tell me would ever change my opinion about you, Idjit.” He removed his hand as your head lifted up to look at him, now was the time. “I want to be a boy, I spent so much time convincing myself that it was a phase but I’m absolutely sure.” You said with confidence before your feelings boiled up and your eyes started to tear up.

“Hey hey, don’t start crying now! You know I can’t see you cry, boy.” He hugged you and held you in his arms, The way he said boy made you feel Butterfly’s in your stomach, it just felt so right to hear that. “Tell me son, what’s your name?” Your smile was genuine when you heard him say son. “Y/N, that’s my name.” He slowly ended the embrace and gave you a big smile, He was so proud of you for telling him. He doesn’t quiet understand it yet but he will make sure to learn and adapt to your situation. “Alright Y/N, I think it’s time for you to learn some important men stuff.” He chuckled and gave you a pat on the back.

When you first approached Castiel you worried about his judgement, since you did Love him a lot and didn’t want him to hate you. Your nervousness could be seen all over your body, Shaky hands, No eye contact, not standing still, these were all signs that cas knew way to well. „Is there something wrong?“ His soft voice echoed through your mind as you came back from your thoughts, You nodded and took a deep breath.

„Castiel, there is something that I need you to know. I‘ve been struggling with this for a long time now but I didn’t know if you would still accept me or if you even understand what I mean but-„ He stopped your ramble by Laying his hand on the side of your Face. „It’s okay, You don’t have to explain right away. Just tell me, there will never be something that will change my View of you.“ those words felt so good in your mind, He always knew how to calm you down when you were about to go loco.

„I‘m a Boy, cass. I want to be who I truely am, I don’t want to be The person you were introduced to.“ Cas tilted his head as if he was confused but then gave you the most genuine smile you‘ve ever saw. „Of course you are a boy, I knew that already. I‘ve been waiting for you to announce a new name, what will it be?“ You smiled and tears of joy rolled down your face, Cas used his thumb to rub away one of the tears. „It’s Y/N.“ he nodded approvingly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. „Welcome Home Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you.“ he opened his arms and you embraced him tightly. You never expected him to be this accepting but you hoped for it, He was way to important to you and you just didn’t want to loose what you two had.

If there was an Angel That you genuine liked then it was Balthazar, he might be a sarcastic and mean one but he was very fun and chill to hang out with. He never judged you not even once, You killed a lot of his brothers and sisters before but it was necessary most of the time. You‘ve felt like it couldn’t go wrong when you out yourself to him and well that feeling turned out to be right.

Just as you walked into his ‚Secret Hideout‘ aka a mansion somewhere in nowhere when He appeared in front of you smiling like he knows something that you don’t. „Look before you start, I know you don’t like surprises but-„ you stopped him by giving him a ‚what did you do‘ glare, He sighed and smiled again. „Look i know what you want to tell me, I may or may not have catched you practice your lines last night.“

He took your hands and gave them a squeeze „Y/N was it?“ this right there was the moment you realized you aren’t strong enough to stop your feelings from embarrassing you, your eyes started to tear up quickly. Tears of pure joy and relief ran down your face as Balthazar pulled out a tissue out of his pocket to give to you. „Don’t cry Darling, there is no need for that.“ after you wiped your tears away, He looked at you concerned. „There might be something that could help you.“ he snapped and a Binder appeared in his hand, he held it out to you and smiled. „This will make your everyday a little more comfier, but take it off after 8 hours max if not I will.“ He said serious before a chuckle left his mouth, You hugged him as a thanks and went to the bathroom to test your new binder out.

„Huh?“ you entered your motel room just to find A package on your table and you didn’t put it there before you left. „Hello?“ you shouted to make sure that no one was there and when there was no answer, you approached the package with care and tried to read a name but there was only a Small piece of paper on top. You picked the paper up and unfolded it just to read „Miss me?“ you were confused but then you heard wings move and before you knew it someone shouted „Surprise!“ which startled you into a fight position, you turned around just to relax after you saw the Archangels face.

„Hey baby, did you miss me?“ he said mockingly before taking your hand, His expression went from happy to serious. „Something is different, What happened to your Hair? And is that a Stubble?“ you haven’t seen Gabriel after his ‚Death‘ And before that you weren’t able to come out since you had other things that troubled you, you started your transition about 2 months afterwards and since then you‘ve been changing into your true self. „Gabe, there has happened so much. The only thing that matters is that I found my true self and I’m happy with that!“ you said in defense, you‘re so used to defending your choices against others but there was no need for it this time.

„Hey hey Pumpkin pie, no need to get defensive.“ he smirked as he placed his hands on your shoulders. „You might change but your feelings are the same, aren’t they?“ He said in a soft tone while giving you puppy eyes „Yes, They are. I‘m Y/N by the way.“ you said smiling, The trickster cupped your face in his hands and kissed you quick before letting go. „Y/N, this is how I greet my Boys.“ he laughed mockingly before throwing himself onto the bed „come on open the box, it’s a big surprise!“ You did what he asked for and we’re quite surprised that it was full of Food and goodies, he knew exactly how grateful you were even if you just let a „thanks“ out.

„Hello L/N, Nice to see you again.“ He said charming as ever, You stood in front of him with Teary eyes. „Hello Crowley, I want to make a deal.“ His expression changed into a serious one, he approached you to stand closer to your face. „What happened?“ He asked as he looked at your Black eye, You put your hand in front of your eye. „Nothing, it’s not important let’s just get this over with!“ you said demanding, He didn’t move at all while starring at you. „Alright, What is your wish?“ „I want to be a Men, Like beard and testosterone and everything!“ He raised his eyebrows in Surprise, he did all kind of jokes on you when he first met you like ‚Are you supposed to be a man?‘ ‚Oh look it’s my favorite boy‘ but he didn’t expect you to ask him that neither that you would be willing to make a deal with him for less then what your soul is worth. „A men? Listen here this is not happening okay? Your soul is worth so much more then To appear masculine for others.“ His voice was As low and gravely as ever „Tell me who did this to you, now!“ He put his hand against your cheek to hold your face in place, The worried and yet angry lokk on his face made you feel sad. "Look i can fight my own fights against others crowley, Just please help me with this one. i can´t fight this anymore. Everyday is getting harder and i´m just suffering more and more." You let out a sigh, You tried to get on hormone therapy in a legal way but they denied it after two appointments. " I Will make a Deal with you but you can keep your Soul for now." He said in a calming way that made you relax for once. "I don´t understand, Why would pass up this opportunity?" he gave you a soft smile "Because i want you to be happy, we will do this together alright? no going off alone anymore." you nodded and he came closer before you gave him the sealing kiss. Suddendly your body changed and everything felt so right, after you thought it stopped you walked to the nearest Mirror/Glass to see your true self standing infront of you, the boy that you´ve alway been. "So how about a new name, hm?" You turned around with happy tears running down your face "Y/N.. that´s my name.." You hugged him tightly "Alright Y/N, i´m happy you can finally be happy as yourself." and before you released him out of the hug you whispered a soft "Thank you.." it made the demons heart melt...

[sanophoria]

"𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑"

How they react when their s/o like their friend?

Pair. f!reader

Chara. toman boys

Fluff, comedy

Warn. none

a/n. sorry for grammar error, dni if you..

ღ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜

You and him just chillin at his grandfather dojo

"Mikey, i think i like your friend"

Mikey look at you dumbfounded

"Wha—which one your boyfriend to famous so he have too much friend"

You gave him 'seriously dude?' look, he just grin

"Uhh i think i like Edward"

"Edward? Seriously? You like that star pants?"

"Mikey, i mean look at him he's hot"

He look disgusted

"Huh i'm the hottest if you need me to remind you, and you already mine girl so don't think you can see another boi"

"Chille man, i won't"

"Yes u are gurll, after all i'm the best"

"But really Baji so ho—"

"You don't need Edward if you have Mikey"

"Yea yea, but still he's hot"

He's pout, you laugh at him then you hug the tiny pouty Mikey lmao he's cutee

ღ 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑗𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑛

"Kenny i like your friend"

He just took a glance at you and smirk, but you didn't notice

"And who is that dude?"

"Manjiro"

"Mikey i see, well he's strong but—"

You look at him

"—you are mine"

You blush and he just laugh

"But if you really like him then i think i like his sis—"

"Kennyy"

He pinch your nose

"Just kidding kiddo, i already have this perfect baby"

ღ 𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖

His mom inviting you to have sleepover at their house, after dinner you play with Luna and Mana,Taka sit beside you

"Niichan, y/n-nee said she like niichan friend" Mana said

"Oh really?"

Luna and Mana nod

"Well it's time to bed you two, go to your bedroom okay"

"Okay" they said in unison

Taka look at you

"Who is that my lucky friend?"

Dangg it he look sad, why getting emotional *cry sfx*

"No no Taka i'm just kidding you know, i won't see another boy"

He smile

"I know you won't, soon mrs. Mitsuya"

I can't do this to him he's purrfecto

ღ 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒

You at Edw—Keisuke apartment just chillin like a villain yea rawr rawr rawr

"Man i like your friend"

"Hah? Which one ma'am?"

"That boi with undercut blonde hair"

"Oh Chifuyu right?"

"Yeah that one"

You two quite on a second until

"I like him too, he's cute"

"Kei, are you kidding me?"

"Yea i'm kidding you, but he's kinda cute"

You look away

"But not cute as my girlfriend"

ღ 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜

"Fuyu i like your friend"

"Who is that?"

"Michi, he's so gentle and cute"

He walk away, you though he mad at you, but when he's go back with cat ear you change your mind, ur ded

"Not cute as me right? Nya"

Dead girl body found at ****, the assumption is the victim was look at her boyfriend wearing cat ears *nosebleed*

ღ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑦𝑜

"Haru i like your friend"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

He walk away, you look at him confused

"Where are you going Haru?"

"Borrow my brother black card and go to the club hook up with another girl, bye beech"

"Youu shitty boi, comebackk or i bite you"

"Catch if you can kitty"

Then you guys play catch and laugh out loud

ღ 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎 𝑆ℎ𝑢𝑗𝑖

"Shu i like ur friend"

He smirk at you

"Tell me how is he?"

He look at your eyes still smirking

"He use glasses"

"Ohh Kisaki? You like him?"

"Yes"

The he call Kisaki, Kisaki come to you guys

"My pretty girl like you boss, what should we do, ohhh should we have three [word not found%//#_/]

"Shujiii"

You hit his shoulder and he laugh while Kisaki just smirk

"I won't sharing my pretty girl, but in some situation maybe we can share right boss?"

"Shuji noo"

"Just kidding"

ღ 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑎

"I like your friend"

"Hanma right?"

"How can you?"

"He's my only friend and you—

He look at you and grinning

—you're my only one"

This dude kiss your lip OWWW that's romantic i see lmaoo

©𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔�� 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Live a Little [Part Seven] Promises [Billy Hargrove]

A/n: this is the final chapter before I start the sequel which delves into season 3. I plan to start the sequel before the summer of 1985, however.

Also, in chapter four I made an error. I said the dance was in September but the Snow Ball is in December. It has been corrected. And because Billy and the reader are technically minors in book one - he's 17 in season 2 - there is no explicit sexual content, only mentions of it. Season 3 however is a whole other ball game, so get ready.

Thank you for supporting the story and I hope you continue to read on through the sequel.

Tag list: @boomhauer

If you want to join the tag list for the sequel please let me know.

December 15th

You take one last curious look at your image in the mirror, pleased with the ending results, despite looking worn out. It's been a long week.

To keep busy, you volunteered to decorate the middle school gymnasium for the dance. It occupied a lot of your time, but you were grateful for it. And the results had been worth the effort.

At least you hope.

A sudden knock on your door yanks you from your thoughts as your brother pokes in his head. It's a good thing you are dressed already. He's ready to go, and once he sees you sitting in front of your mirror with a brush in your hand, he narrows his eyes.

"Are you not done yet?" He asks in disbelief. "We're already late."

You turn up your eyes. Whose fault is that? Your brother takes longer to get dressed than you do. Not to mention, you had chores to do; his chores too.

"Don't forget that I have to drive you there. I can easily lose track of time, or take a scenic route to the next town."

He groans and shuts the door in annoyance. He's a handful sometimes.

You snort and adjust your clothing; an outfit Robin let you borrow. Normally you don't go out of your way to impress, but tonight you are chaperoning and you want to look good. For no one in particular; just you for once. You are mostly eager to see your hard work in action; the balloons were a pain and the Snow Ball sign nearly fell on you once.

Leaving your room, you walk into the living room where your family is waiting.

Your mom, who is under oath not to bring out the camera, smiles as she sees you.

"You look gorgeous, hon."

"I thought I might as well try anyway," you mention, thanking her.

Your brother scoffs.

"It's not even your night. And Michelle is going to dance with someone else because you had to make us late."

"Behave," your father warns.

You ignore the little brat. It's understandable; he's eager to profess his feelings to the girl he likes.

"Come on then. Best not keep Michelle waiting," you tease.

Your brother hops up from the couch and races towards the door, not even bothered by your jab. In the meantime, you say goodbye to your parents and retrieve the keys from the hook in the kitchen. Leaving the house, you get into the truck and start the engine. Your brother turns on the radio as you pull onto the main road heading towards town.

Shout plays quietly in the background.

"So, Michelle. What is she like?" You ask, attempting to start a conversation.

"She's nice," your brother merely answers.

You hum.

"Are you going to kiss her tonight? There is still time to drive home and pick up the camera if you want a keepsake."

He tosses a heated look at you.

"That's none of your business."

"Relax kiddo. It was only a joke," you retort with a laugh.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to kiss someone and at his age it's understandable. Besides, it serves him right for rushing you. He's too fun to tease.

"Are you and Camaro Guy going to get back together?" He asks in a mocking tone. "He might have even let me drive his car, but no, you broke up with the only cool guy you've ever dated."

OK, low blow. You roll your eyes. There is no way Billy would ever let him drive the Camaro. The fact he let you was a miracle, and you still don't understand why.

"It's been a month," you mention. "I'm sure he's moved on."

Besides, it's not like there was anything lasting between the two of you; not like you had thought. Billy made it clear by taking no action to save the relationship when you had broken it off. And why? Because he didn't want to admit there was an actual reason he wanted to date you; the I don't have to have a reason was utter bull. And perhaps it was dumb on your part to hang the balance of your relationship with him on one little question, but you didn't want to be just a one-time thing with him; that's what it felt like when he didn't give you a straight answer. But it's expected because you never considered the fact you might want to be his.

All those thoughts had come crashing down on you after the breakup.

The afternoon he had driven you home was the last time you had spoken to him. At school Tommy and Carol had begun to ignore you – no big loss there – and Billy acted as if you had never existed. Though, it wasn't like you had gone out of your way to talk to him either.

It hurt, but it was to be expected. For a while, it even felt like a mistake.

So, you had spent a month leading up to the dance focusing on yourself and your grades. And whenever you passed him in the hall, you simply averted your eyes and moved on.

Easy peasy.

Except it isn't; not all of the time. Thinking about him now makes your eyes tear up.

"I've moved on," you lie, attempting to assure yourself.

It's something you have to do now. Robin had made you see that turning him into an evil villain only buried your true thoughts about him. There is no Billy is at fault anymore; there is only we.

We are at fault. We broke up because neither of us was real with one another.

And no, you don't mean cancer; you mean the fact you cared for him more than you should in such a short time. And that you had wanted to help him get better; a pipe dream in your opinion. Seeing him every day is not easy, but you try to ignore the urge to confront him, perhaps in fear that you might cave and tell him.

You even went as far as asking Robin to teach you the trumpet, but honestly, you have no talent.

Turning up the radio, you groan as I Want to Know What Love Is comes on. The universe is making a joke at your expense; how thoughtful.

Once you pull into the lot at the school, you shut down the engine in relief. Your brother unbuckles and hops down from the truck leaving the door open. In annoyance, you get out and slam it shut. At least he made it at all. You take a moment to compose yourself and adjust your clothing, then you walk into the side door leading to the gym to sign in with Mr. Clarke.

Walking through the main entrance and beneath the balloon arch, you had helped put together, your eyes widen. There are so many students here; you can't believe it. And the decorations look gorgeous; it's magical; a sea of silver, white, and blue. The colors of winter.

But what now? You walk over to the bleachers nearly hidden behind a curtain of tinsel and see Nancy Wheeler sitting alone. She looks crestfallen, but once she notices you, her eyes widen and she motions you over.

"I thought I was the only high schooler here who volunteered to chaperone," she mentions.

It's strange talking to her, given that you aren't close, but she chats plenty enough in class for this situation not to feel so awkward.

"For a minute, so did I," you retort in relief.

Sitting down beside her, you look around in awe.

"It's unbelievable."

You don't remember anyone putting so much effort into the décor for the Snow Ball when you were in middle school.

"The decorating committee did an amazing job. Jonathan has so many pictures," Nancy brings up.

"Jonathan is here?" You ask with a knowing grin.

She smiles and nods.

It's a shame what became of her and Steve, but she and Jonathan are a cute match. You are a bit envious of them.

For a moment, you sit in silence listening to Time After Time play through the speakers across the gym, swaying to the music. Until Nancy clears her throat.

"So, can I ask you something personal?" She asks.

You hum, curious as to what she wants to ask.

"You were there with Steve that night at Jonathan's house, right? Did he protect my brother and his friends?"

"He did; it was sweet," you retort. "And I was supposed to be on a date with Billy Hargrove. Unfortunately, Steve got caught up in his drama."

Nancy merely smiles.

"Mike said you stood in front of him and his friends even though you didn't know them. Thank you for that."

"It was nothing. And if you get the chance, Steve deserves the thank you more than me," you suggest.

Whether it be her brother or yours, or Max and the others, you will always stand to protect them.

Speaking of your brother, you see him dancing with who you assume is Michelle. You are thankful that he got his dance, even if he is a brat.

A few people over from him are Max and Lucas, dancing close; she looks happy. You are glad the two got a chance to be with one another.

That night she swore that she would tell what she was doing at the Byer's residence – not that it was any of your business – but since you broke up with Billy, you had seen less and less of her. The reason behind her actions still confuses you. It's a shame, but you are glad she can smile without fearing that her brother will torment her for it. Perhaps one day you will get a chance to talk with her again and find out what she meant.

And maybe how Billy is doing.

Warm tears fill your eyes as thoughts of him come to mind. You miss his grin and even the lewd innuendoes he often threw at you. A smile pulls at your lips, but your chin quivers as memories invade your mind, causing more damage than good. Did seeing Max remind you of him? You hope he is doing better than you at least; you doubt that thoughts of you randomly enter his mind.

"Are you OK?" Nancy asks suddenly.

You realize that she can see you. Heat rushes across your face from embarrassment and you blink away the tears.

"Tonight has me feeling rather nostalgic. I think I just need some air," you reply.

"I'm here if you want to talk," she mentions.

Standing up, you excuse yourself and walk outside to the truck, leaning against the driver's side door. For a moment or two, you remind yourself that you are OK. Witnessing so many love-sick teenagers dancing with one another with no care in the world has you feeling a little envious. Why is your love life so complicated.

You take a deep breath, opting to go back inside or sit outside a little longer, but across the parking lot, a familiar Camaro catches your attention. You widen your eyes.

Why is Billy here?

Max had made him swear not to bother her or her friends, so it made no sense for him to be at the school. Unless of course, he had to drive her. How vindictive.

You can't see him because of how the car is parked – with its trunk to you – but his arm hangs from the window, holding a cigarette whose end burns like a beacon. Should you walk over and say hello? A knot forms in your stomach at that idea. Perhaps it's for the best that you leave him alone.

But you want bad to see him.

Giving in, you take an uneasy breath, walking across the parking lot to the driver's side window. You knock on the roof to announce that you are there and lean down to see him better. He doesn't look at all surprised; his eyes are dark like the sea during a storm.

"What do you want?" He asks above a whisper.

You can hear the faint sound of music playing on the radio.

"I saw you sitting here and thought I'd come over and see how you are doing," you answer.

Billy snorts.

"I'm fine."

You have no doubts. He's the type to bounce back no matter what.

"Can we maybe talk?" You ask.

"There's nothing to talk about," Billy retorts, flicking ashes onto the ground near your feet.

You frown and lean up.

"No, I guess there isn't."

Billy tightens his jaw and then reluctantly motions at the seat beside him. At least he isn't chasing you away; not yet anyway. You had expected much worse. Walking over to the passenger door, you get in and shut it, resting your back against it to see him better.

The blond takes a drag of his cigarette, eyeing you for a moment. You wonder if he likes your outfit.

"I thought this was a middle school dance. Do you have a date or something? I thought I saw Harrington here earlier."

Is he jealous?

"I'm a chaperone," you answer. "As far as Steve goes, he probably came here to see Nancy."

You tilt your head in question.

"But what are you doing here?"

He rotates the spark wheel on his lighter; a flame shoots from the hood, illuminating the car, then he releases the fork and tosses the lighter onto the dash.

"Max," he utters. "Won't you believe it? I had to drive her to this stupid dance even though I'm supposed to leave her alone."

You frown. A month isn't enough time to change his opinion of her you remind yourself. Not to mention no one knows he's hurting; how bad, you aren't even sure. And perhaps he isn't hurting at all. He might just be an asshole.

"But you're doing better it seems. I'm happy for––"

"Is that what it seems like? Did you come over here to see whether I'm treating Max better?" Billy asks with a snap, interrupting you.

You take a deep breath. He's mad; you understand. Bringing up Max first is not the best topic starter; noted.

"I missed talking to you."

He snorts.

"Sure. An entire month of averting your eyes every time I came into the room proves that."

"Because I wanted to let you have your space. I was unfair to you, but there is so much hate in you and at the time I didn't think you'd ever forgive me," you admit.

Billy leans forward; his blue eyes shine with tears.

"Nothing has changed, babe."

Babe? Not your name or an insult. It's promising.

"And maybe it won't," you utter. "But I do miss you; a lot actually."

You take a deep breath and continue.

"I want you to know that I would have stuck by your side through whatever dark road you went down."

It's the truth. You want him to get better, but with little time, that isn't possible.

"And yet you broke up with me," Billy points out, sharp as a whip.

"A week wasn't enough," you mention. "And at the time it didn't feel real."

Billy scoffs.

"If you wanted more time, then you should have asked."

Tears burn your eyes.

"You don't understand a damn thing. It's not about that."

"I don't understand?" Billy asks in disbelief. He tosses his cigarette out the window. "That's the pot calling the kettle black. And after what you promised me."

What does he mean?

"All I wanted to know was why you picked me. A simple I chose your name out of a damn hat would have sufficed. But you danced around the question when I asked."

"Because you already know why," Billy merely states.

No, you don't. You feel so frustrated.

"What are you talking about? When? And what damn promise?"

"Don't you remember what you said to me that night at Tina's party?" He asks in annoyance.

You shake your head no. That night is one big blur. All you remember are little things here and there; Steve losing at his own game; Billy shirtless.

"You told me that I looked like the loneliest person in the room," Billy states.

Did you? You remember running into him on your way to get another drink – right before you kissed him. But you don't remember insulting him. That makes no sense. Why did he take you home then?

"And when I said that everyone in the room was my friend, you laughed and told me that none of them truly cared; that without popularity no one would bat an eye in my direction," he reminds you.

Oh shit! That sounds familiar. How much did you have to drink that night? You couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"I'm not like that," you utter.

"Alcohol is like a truth serum, babe. You told me what you thought about me," Billy insists. "But that's not all."

What else?

"You leaned in and whispered: if given the chance, I promise I'd never let you be alone. And I accepted."

Your eyes widen.

"I had forgotten."

Billy didn't ask you to date him because he thought you were cute or because you gave him your body; he asked you because you promised to help him. He went out of the way to impress your parents and even let you drive the Camaro because, for a week, you were supposed to make him feel cared for. But you had interpreted the relationship wrong, thinking he thought less of you and broke up with him.

Tears blur your eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's not my place to remind you of your promises," Billy answers.

He's right.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I'm so sorry."

You rest your head against the seat as tears run down your face. Did you see the darkness in him before you even met him? Drunk you has issues.

Feeling his hand cover yours, a spark of hope ignites in you. Does he forgive you? Probably not, but it's worth a shot.

"For once you were right," you utter in a broken tone.

Billy snorts.

"I'm always right."

You turn up your eyes and grin.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself."

You turn your hand and slide your fingers between his.

"I want to keep my promises."

"The week is up, babe." Billy mentions.

You hum and glance at him.

"I want more time. Please."

"How much?" Billy asks, grinning.

Now he's just messing with you.

"As much as it takes," you answer.

The blond releases your hand and rests it on your knee.

"You may be with me for a long time then."

"I'm fine with that," you admit. "I want to be yours."

He bites his lip and motions his head towards the backseat of the car.

"You said you missed me. Do you want to show me how much?"

"We're in the parking lot," you argue. "I swear, you're turned on like 90% of the time."

Your face heats up.

Billy snorts and rolls the window up.

"Hearing you say your mine is a turn-on."

He's a horndog. But what does it matter? You like him this way.

Leaning down, you turn up the radio a bit louder. Sussudio plays through the speakers as you motion for him to come closer. His lips press against yours as he leans forward, running a hand up your thigh. It feels so good to be in his arms again. You feel his tongue sweep against your lips and eagerly you open your mouth, running your tongue along with his; a shiver runs up your spine.

You have no idea how long you have until the dance is over, but you don't plan to waste a second worrying about the world; not with Billy at your side.

The promise you had made Robin holds true in your heart; you are going to enjoy your life a little more. Because tomorrow never knows.

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Just This Once, Your Ears Only

AO3 link! this is for my anon that just found out about miss d and the pallboys and wanted a fic about it so here you go! I hope y'all enjoy this and apologies for any grammatical errors!

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Alcina didn’t talk much about her past and that was fine. You always cherished the things that she had told you about her time before Mother Miranda and the cadou. You never pushed her to tell you more than she was comfortable, but when you found that old jazz album in a box your curiosity was piqued. How had she not told you that she used to be in a jazz band called Miss D & the Pallboys? Honestly, you were pretty shocked that Alcina hadn’t told you about this part of her life. So when you brought it to her, your find, she was a bit hostile about it.

“Ali, come on. This is really cool.” You said. “I know you don’t often talk about your past, but I really want to know more about this.”

Alcina sighed, rubbing her temples to ebb away the oncoming headache. “Dear, I’ve already said that I don’t wish to revisit such a trivial time in my life.” Alcina replied.

“But I’ve never heard you sing.” You counter. “I’ve heard you hum, I’ve heard you play the piano, but I’ve never once heard you sing.”

“And I’m afraid you’ll never get the opportunity to. My singing days are long behind me and I’d like to keep it that way.” Alcina replied.

You frowned, but ultimately accepted your defeat. “Alright, Ali, I’m sorry. You win.” For now, at least. Time for Plan B. “Can I visit Karl this week?” You asked.

Alcina groaned. “I am not sure how you became friends with that annoying little imp, but I do need you out of the Castle tomorrow so I suppose you may go and visit him then.” Alcina responded. “However, when you leave, have him escort you home. As much as I despise that man-child, there have been lycans spotted around the village and forest more so than usual in the evening, so you’ll be safe with that little idiot by your side.”

You gave her a smile and nod as you did an internal happy dance. “I will call him now to let him know. I’ll even throw in a little threat so he knows you’re serious, Ali.” You teased. Alcina snorted at that. “Alcina?” She hummed in acknowledgment. “Have you ever tried to say something nice about Karl or even tried to be a little bit nicer to him?” You asked.

Alcina looked up at you. “When that insufferable idiot is nicer to me then I shall repay him in kind. Until then, if he keeps calling me lady super sized bitch, I will continue to refer to him as a child. Although, he really is a child regardless of what affectionate nicknames he has for our so called family.” Alcina replied. “But Heisenberg being nice to me will never happen in a million years.”

"Are you willing to bet on that?" You asked. Alcina whirled her eyebrow at you. "If Karl does something nice for you then you have to sing one of your jazz songs for me."

"And if he doesn't?" Alcina asked.

"Then you get whatever you want from me." You replied.

Alcina hummed. "And if I want you chained to my bed all day to do with as I please, I can have that?" You nodded your head. "Then I believe we have a bet on our hands, dear."

You gave her a nervous smile before excusing yourself from her study. After you left, you made your way to your own study. The thought of it made you smile. Alcina had realised that you didn’t have a room in the castle to call your own, so she allowed you to remake one of them into your own, so to speak. It was still decorated the way Alcina had, but now it had more of your things in it to keep you occupied if Alcina went out for a meeting or if you just needed a quiet space to be in.

The first thing you did upon entering your study was call Karl. You let him know that you’d be over early and you even mentioned the bet you had going on with Alcina. “Lady Super Sized Bitch is going down.” were his exact words and they made you laugh. After you said goodbye to him, you called Donna and asked her if she could sew some costumes up for you, the girls, and Karl. You were glad that she had agreed and accepted your invitation to Jazz Friday as opposed to Opera Wednesday. This week’s meeting had been moved from Friday to Wednesday so Opera Night had been moved to Friday. You really hoped that Alcina wouldn’t mind you hijacking her night with your plan and with only five days to get it all planned, you really didn’t have time to work yourself into a tizzy with worrying.

You spent the next day with Karl, telling him what instruments you’d need him to produce for the show. With that taken care of, you could talk to the girls about the surprise and the parts that they’d play for Jazz Night. You made sure all of the Lords had an invitation for Friday. You would’ve invited Mother Miranda, but she was out of the village on business. You were nervous when Friday finally came, making sure everything was perfect.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t worry. Alci’s gonna love it.” Karl said as he fussed over his tuxedo.

You let out a deep breath and smiled at him. “Of course. Or at least I hope she does.” You replied. You held the microphone in your hand when you heard Alcina’s voice.

“Donna, Moreau, it’s a pleasure to have you two with us tonight. I see Heisenberg has failed to join us for another evening.” That made Karl scowl. “Nevertheless, the show must go on. My wonderful daughters and my lovely partner, Y/N, have prepared something special for us tonight. So please sit back and enjoy the show.” Alcina said, finishing off her speech before sitting in her seat.

A couple of maids opened the curtain and you could hear the small gasp Alcina let out, your face starting to heat up. You’d had Karl make a saxophone for Bela, a piano for Cassandra that she could comfortably sit at, a cello for Daniela, and a trumpet for himself. Whilst Donna made tuxedos for all of you. The girls and Karl wore black tuxedos with white dress shirts, the only difference being that the girls had their gemstones on the collar of their shirts and Karl’s didn’t. Your tuxedo was white and you had a hat on with a feather like the one Alcina wore on the cover of the Miss D & the Pallboys album. You managed to not let your nerves get to you as you sang a Nat King Cole classic, Unforgettable. When the performance was over the five of you bowed before the curtain closed.

“Y/N, that was amazing!” Bela said. “I think I saw Mother tearing up out there so I’d say that she loved the performance!”

You scratched at the back of your head, laughing nervously. “Really? I just wish we could’ve sung a Miss D & the Pallboys original for her too, but you can’t go wrong with a classic like Unforgettable.” You replied. “Now you three go get changed, you still have to do that Italian opera piece your mother picked out for you.”

Daniela gave you a hug. “Thank you for putting this together.” Daniela said into your ear.

Cassandra gave you a smile. “And we completely understand if you want to skip the rest of the show. Putting together something like this sounds very tiring.” You nodded your head before wishing them good luck.

The rest of the night was purely opera, but you didn’t have it in yourself to join the others back out in the audience while the girls did their performance. So you had made your way back to the room that you shared with Alcina, putting on your pyjamas and curling up into bed with a book. And that’s how Alcina found you, except you were almost half asleep with the book lying across your stomach.

“Darling?” Alcina called out softly, rousing you from your sleep. You hummed in acknowledgment to let her know you were still with her. Alcina took that opportunity to put on her nightgown before slipping into the bed next to you, pulling you into her side. “Did you put together that whole thing just for me?” Alcina asked.

You nodded. “I did. Not alone though. Karl and Donna really helped out. And Moreau was the one that recommended the song I sang, Mother Miranda bless him for the suggestion.” You mumbled out slightly before yawning.

Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, My Love. Now, I do believe I lost a bet so I’ll give you your reward, yes?” You sleepily nodded your head against her side. “Alright, little one, but just this once and for your ears only. And only because you got that idiot oaf to do something nice for me.” Alcina said.

“Be nice, Ali.” You mumbled again, smiling at the grumbling noises that Alcina made at your words but you could faintly make out her saying “Fine,” before you let out a hum of approval.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Alcina start to sing the words to a song you didn’t know. You could only assume that it was one of the songs she sang with her band and you smiled. Alcina really did have a beautiful singing voice.

[chefdoeuvre]

Rivalry

Kelly Severide

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Sister!Reader

Description: Being a badass just runs in the Severide genes.

Words: 2,479

Requested: yes by @ticklepete; Could you possibly do a Kelly Severide x Sister with #29 & #30. In my head she's a skilled firefighter on squad 3 (first fem to be on squad) and her and Kelly have a very close relationship but they also fight like your typical brother and sister. I also see Herrmann and a sorta father figure to her since Benny was MIA but you don't have to incorporate that. Make it your own! All I ask is that you make her a total badass please 😁😁

Warnings: complete 'badassery' and language.

A/N: I just love powerful women. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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Kelly Severide, he was the bane of your existence, but he was your brother and you loved him nonetheless. However, when it came to being competitive the number of challenges you'd give each other could go on for days. The last time it happened Herrmann had to put a stop before either of you could trash his bar. Everyone knew the day he challenged you to make Squad would be the day he would have to end up eating his words. So that's exactly what you did, you worked your ass off and became the only woman to ever make Squad. To say Kelly was proud of you would be an understatement. But then again that was just a backstop for him to push you to be your best because he knew you were an amazing firefighter from the day you started at 51. Among the Chicago Fire Department, they all knew the Severide siblings were one of the best firefighters their city ever had.

Here you were, sitting boredly at the Squad table with your feet kicked up while spinning from side to side in Kelly's, unsaid but still claimed, chair. The other guys were playing poker with their snacks while you flipped through a book, not really reading it. Kelly was off talking to Casey about who knows what when he came bounding into the apparatus floor with a wide smirk.

You looked up at your brother with a flat look, "what is it now?" You asked nonchalantly.

"I have a new challenge to propose." Kelly said with a shit-eating grin.

You kicked your feet off the table and sat up, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"Alright, spill." You spoke up.

As Kelly went on with his proposal Squad had seemed to stop what they were doing and turned their attention to the both of you. The two of you were so engrossed in discussing the challenge you didn't notice Squad calling out to everyone in the firehouse to gather around to witness yet another 'Severide Sibling Face Off' as they liked to call it. Herrmann stood with his arms crossed, if the two of you came anywhere near his bar during this competition he wouldn't hesitate to rip the both of you a new one. Sure he loved you two like his own, but there is one thing you don't do, and that it mess with a man's precious bar.

By the end of your conversation, the entirety of the firehouse was gathered around the apparatus floor awaiting your decision.

Without a moment to spare you spoke up with a wide smile, "challenge accepted."

Kelly laughed, "be prepared to lose this time."

"Oh please, I can beat you any day." You mused with a smirk.

"It's on, Y/N. It's on." Kelly concluded.

Once the two of you shook hands and turned around you stopped in your tracks with a shocked face. Everyone was staring back at you two, some with wide smiles at the sibling rivalry others in irritation, mainly just Herrmann.

In all actuality, Kelly had challenged you to something you guys always did when running drills. The person who could climb to the top of the firehouse the quickest would win. Knowing this the two of you spent all week training enlisting the help of your friends.

"You're lucky you're my favorite." Herrmann grumbled from the top of the firehouse as he timed you for the fifth time that day. What could you say? You had a lot of free time this shift.

"Glad to hear that, Hermie." You grunted pulling yourself over the ledge and hopping onto the top of the roof.

"Another record. I swear every time you do it again you have more energy than the last attempt." Herrmann shook his head in disbelief, leaning back in the lawn chair he set up.

"Maybe it has something to do with the feeling of beating Kelly." You shrugged taking a gulp of water.

In the midst of you and Herrmann both making your way down from the roof the announcement system went off signaling a call. The two of you quickly bolted to the apparatus floor and hopped into your respective trucks. Once you pulled up to the scene Kelly, Boden, and Casey scanned the area. It seemed like it was a routine house fire. A redhead who was covered in soot came running up to you and Stella, the only women in 51 who, by chance, were standing beside each other.

"Help please, my daughter!" The woman frantically pleaded.

You turned to look at Boden who gave you a nod of his head. Pulling on your gear you and Stella took the second floor to scan while the rest of Truck and Squad split up and did the same with the basement and the first floor.

Stella took one side of the hall as you took the other searching for the young girl. Stella called out to you and said she had found nothing. You reassured her to just head out and said you were on your way to the last room and you'd meet her back outside. Just as you stepped into the last room, which looked like an eight-year-olds dream bedroom, you heard a cry. You kneeled down to be met with a strawberry blonde whimpering under the bed.

"Hey, sweetie. I'm Y/N, I'm a firefighter and here to help." You introduced to the frightened girl softly.

Seeing the smoke beginning to seep into the room you quickly turned your head to the girl once again.

"Can you come out so we can go see your mom outside?" You asked the girl gently as you reached toward her.

She quickly grabbed ahold of your hand as you pulled her out from under the bed and pulled her small frame into your arms.

"Y/N report!" Boden's urgent voice came from your walkie.

"I've got the girl and we're heading out now." You replied quickly as you stood up.

You hiked the girl up your hip as you covered her body with your turnout coat and instructed for her to keep her head tucked into your chest. You stepped out of the room running down the hall and down the stairs. Just before you neared the entrance it burst into flames as you backed up shielding the girl with your body. Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of a side door and without a second thought, you bolted toward it. Pushing the door open you were greeted by the green grass, a driveway crowded with cars, and the side of the neighboring house. You peeled off your SCBA mask and took a much needed breath of fresh air.

In front of the house stood every firefighter in 51 staring at the house with open mouths. Kelly's mouth had dried when he scanned over the firefighters of Squad only to see that you weren't there. His heart stopped for a moment when he looked to Boden with wide eyes.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Kelly shouted into his walkie while simultaneously hoping on his life that you miraculously got out before the entrance went up in flames.

You however were too busy trying to find your way around all the parked cars. You didn't know how they managed to fit the two cars in a driveway only meant for one car, but you did your best to squeeze your way through. While the rest of 51 was frantically waiting on your arrival and for the fire to be put out you grunted your way past the first car. You looked down at the girl who was gripping onto you tightly.

"You alright there, kiddo?" You asked rubbing your hand down the small girl's back. You received a nod and a hum in response as you set out between the second car. During this entire feat, you hadn't realized that your walkie was switched off when you curled into yourself to protect the girl from the blaze.

Exhaling a deep breath when you squeezed out from in between the house and the second car you made your way down the length of the driveway. The first people to see you were Sylvie and Gabby as they ran to you with a gurney. You set the girl down on the gurney as she thanked you when a bigger body came barreling into you. It took you a second to gain your composure, but you soon saw the tuft of salt and pepper hair beside your face. You were quick to reciprocate the hug and squeezed your brother tightly. Digging your head into his chest you heard everyone from 51 cheering at your safety. Kelly reluctantly pulled away and cupped your face as if to make sure you were real.

"Damn it, Y/N." Kelly sighed as he pulled you into his arms again.

"You really thought that would've taken me out?" You questioned with a muffled voice into his chest.

"Not funny." Kelly ruffled your helmet hair.

Pulling away you saw Herrmann making his way toward you as you run into his open arms.

"Glad you're alright, kid." Herrmann laughed at you squeezing his torso tightly.

You pulled away before adorning a wide grin staring back at your firefighting family, "and the legend of Y/N Severide lives on." You let out a giggle. You were a badass and there was no denying that.

Heading back to your trucks with wide smiles you turned your head to look at your brother and lieutenant, "you ready to get your ass kicked tomorrow?" You asked in a teasing tone.

"In your dreams, baby sister." Kelly scoffed.

"You won't be saying that when you're crying at your loss." You stuck your tongue out at Kelly childishly.

"We'll see about that." Kelly shook his head as the truck pulled away from the scene and headed back to the firehouse.

The rest of the shift droned on for a few more hours with less exciting calls until it was time for everyone to head home and the next shift to take over. Walking down the driveway Kelly came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Ironically enough after spending day in and day out together at work you'd see each other at home too. You two were roommates but surprisingly enough you hadn't gotten sick of each other yet.

The next shift came as quickly as the last one had gone and the topic of conversation for everyone was about the challenge that was to take place at the end of the day. Somehow people had already picked sides and were caught up arguing every time they didn't have a call to attend to. It was a pretty even split between the people on your side and Kelly's. Of course, all the girls were in favor of you as well as Herrmann and Mouch. The rest of Squad was with Kelly, mainly because he was their lieutenant and they would never admit it but they were afraid of what he would make them do it they chose you over him. Casey and Boden decided to be the mediators because they didn't want to get involved in the sibling wars. Over the course of the shift every time you and Kelly passed by each other you gave matching glares, something about sibling rivalry always brings out the scariness of people.

Just as the clock hit the next hour, meaning your shift was finally over, Herrmann jumped up from his seat, "alright everyone, the 'Severide Sibling Face Off' has begun." Herrmann announced as he pulled out the timer he had stuffed in his pocket.

Your head snapped up at Herrmann's loud voice, exchanging a look with the person beside you, which was Stella. She ushered you out of your seat and led you to gather your rappelling gear. After getting everything situated you had met with Kelly at the bottom of the firehouse. Casey and Boden stood on top of the roof, Herrmann in between them with his timer in hand. Everyone else was gathered behind the two of you already placing bets on who was going to win.

"On the count of three! One, two, three!" Herrmann counted off as you and Kelly set to climbing.

As the two of you made your way up cheers were heard from your fellow firefighters.

"Getting tired?" You asked Kelly in a teasing tone pushing yourself to stay ahead of him.

"As if." Kelly scoffed doing his best to catch up.

A few minutes had gone by and the cheers had only gotten louder. You were a few feet from the top, your muscles burning already. With a final grunt, you pulled yourself over the ledge and toppled onto the roof. Heaving out a sigh you looked up to see Herrmann beaming at you.

"My fellow smoke eaters we have a new record!" Herrmann cheered.

A few moments later Kelly lugged himself over the ledge only to plop himself over you.

"Ew, you're sweaty." You scrunched your nose too tired to push him off.

"Just a congratulatory hug." Kelly teased as he squeezed you tighter.

Once he pulled away you stood up as Herrmann continued to clap loudly.

"The new record time is 5:47!" Herrmann announced.

From below loud cheers erupted, Herrmann walked up and patted you on the back, "nice job, kid."

You smiled widely before turning to face your sweaty and out of breath brother, "take that!" You jumped up and down.

Kelly simply rolled his eyes in response, there was one thing that was rarely mentioned. The majority of the time you’d beat him anyway, but he was fine with it if you kept making him proud. However, he wouldn’t tell a living soul that. You stood there celebrating with a wide grin on your face. After heading back down to the apparatus floor a chorus of cheers surrounded you. Once everyone dissipated and started talking to each other about the bets they had made you turned to Kelly with a smirk.

“You’re losing your touch old man.” You teased playfully.

“I’m not even that much older than you.” Kelly scoffed.

You took a step toward the taller man and pulled him into a hug, “you know I love you even though you annoying the living hell out of me, right?” You asked leaning your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Kelly ruffled your hair.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Watch the hair!” You pushed Kelly’s hand away with a scowl.

“Like I said, I wouldn’t change it for a thing.” Kelly shrugged as he brought his hand up to your hair again.

“Bro! Watch it!” You shoved his hand away laughing.

[nevalizona]

Donovan delivers news to Genevieve about Aldridge.

Pardon any errors.

John sat in his car looking up at the house only a few feet away. He knows that technically he shouldn’t be doing this. There’s no reason for it. Genevieve will have someone from the agency reaching out to her soon, but he knows that won’t be fulfilling in the slightest. She’ll always wonder what happened to her 'beloved' husband. John took another drag from his cigarette before tossing the butt out the window. He turned the car off and got out, taking shallow, steady breaths as he walked up the front steps. Before knocking on the door, he made sure he looked good and presentable. He knocked firmly a couple times.

“Coming!” Genevieve called from inside the house.

John sighed and rubbed his eyes, why is he doing this? Sure, Genevieve is an old friend, and she deserves to know what happened to her husband, or at least know that he’s never coming back, but why must he take it upon himself to tell her?

“Who is- John?” He could hear her say through the door, she unlocked the door and opened it quickly, unlocking and opening the screen door without hesitating.

“Hey Genevieve.” He greeted, waving smally, a smile slipping onto his face.

“John! It’s been so long! C’mon in!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his shoulders. He patted her back lightly, he’s never been a big fan of hugs and just maybe there’s a pang of guilt stinging his stomach.

“It has been. How’ve you and the little ones been?” He asked as they walked into the house. He was hit with the shock of realizing Aldridge and Genevieve’s ‘little ones’ weren’t so little anymore. In fact, they looked like grown kids for the most part. They looked up from their homework, making eye contact with him.

John couldn’t believe how much Connor Jr. looked like his old man. Sure there was a lot of Genevieve in him, but he was painfully, obviously Aldridge. He almost felt like he was looking at a ghost.

“You two remember John right? I’m sure you do, CJ. I think you were too young to remember him, Audrey. He’s a friend of your father’s.” Genevieve explained. They nodded their heads slowly.

 “Hey you two, how old are you guys?” John asked, genuine curiosity.

They both looked at Genevieve, waiting to see if they could answer.  She nodded her head, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“10.” CJ said, smiling widely, greeting John with a toothy grin, he was missing some teeth.

“9.” Audrey said, not looking at John, going back to what looked like a drawing. It appeared to be a bouquet of roses, not bad for a 9 year old.

“Wow, so that means you and Aldridge have been married for…” He trailed off, wanting her to answer.

“Ten years.” Genevieve smiled widely, cheeks turning a very light shade of pink, she’s still the same woman he remembered her being.

“Ten years, wow that’s an incredible feat. Has he been by to visit you recently?” John asked, walking over to a wall of pictures, taking them in. Aldridge with his wife and kids. Smile on his face, anyone can see that he’s genuinely happy. John can still remember how Aldridge lit up when he told John about Genevieve getting knocked up. He was practically glowing. He couldn’t help but look at their wedding photo, both smiling, Genevieve blushing like normal, but it made the photos that much prettier.

“Hey kiddos, how about you guys go play outside, I’m going to talk to John okay?” Genevieve said as the kids got up from where they were sitting on the floor by the coffee table and slowly walked out to the yard.

Genevieve smiled at John before grabbing the kids’ stuff and making their little pile all neat and tighty. She gestured for John to take a seat on the couch and he did so, feeling oddly awkward.

“Would you like anything to drink?” She asked, shifting her weight around as she waited to see what he was going to say.

“I’m good Rivera, thanks.”

She nodded her head and sat down on a chair across from John, she smoothed down her skirt, crossing her ankles. Always polite, always proper.

“Am I supposed to take your avoidance as a ‘no’?” John asked, trying to be gentle, he didn’t want Genevieve thinking he was being rude or trying to be antagonistic in any way.

She shook her head ‘no’.

“He was here for about a month or two. Not long enough of course. Just enough to get the kids used to him being around, only for him to up and leave again.” Genevieve looked down at her hands, toying with her fingers.

“He left again?” John asked, feigning ignorance.

“Said he had some unfinished business he had to attend to. Said he’d be home though.” Genevieve held John’s gaze, she’s not a dumb woman, she’s always been too smart for her own good.

“Do you know where he went off to?”

“No, but something tells me that you do.”

John took a deep breath, this isn’t how he intended this meeting to go. He didn’t want it to happen like this. But he feared it would have to.

“You’re going to tell me something bad, aren’t you John?” Genevieve asked, voice soft but strong.

John nodded his head slowly. She chewed on her bottom lip, tugging on her fingers harder than she was before.

“The agency is going to be poking their head around soon, they’re going to want to know what you know, and they’re gonna tell you they don’t know what happened to him, Aldridge. They’ll tell you to stay strong, to hope for the best, but I’m here to tell you to be realistic. You’re a smart woman, listen to your gut, what is it telling you?” John asked, getting up and walking over to her, crouching down so he was looking up at her, setting his hand on top of hers.

Her bottom lip trembled a little, before she could control herself a little better. Before John’s very eyes, he noticed her composure change. She was sitting up taller, shoulders squared, tough.

“He’s not coming home.” She said without there being a hint of fear in her tone. She’s strong and composed, like she always is.

“He’s not. It isn’t his choice though. He’s dead.” John looked her in the eyes as he said that, he didn’t want there to be any question. She deserved to know. He was doing this for her, not for Aldridge, at least he wouldn’t admit it. She doesn’t need to be sitting around hoping that he’d come through the front door any given minute. Connor Aldridge is dead. He’s a traitor, but she doesn’t need to know that, it might not even bother her, she may be more aligned to him than John would think, but she deserved to have a little bit of closure.

Her strong composure changed in a minute. She sagged noticeably, her pretty eyes twisting into grief. She dropped her head into her hands and cried as hard as her body would allow her. Her shoulders shook, John didn’t know what to do, so he got up and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into him.

He even found his own eyes stinging, but he blinked away the feeling. There’s no reason for him to cry. If John were to shed a tear, it would be for Aldridge’s innocent family that is being hurt by his choices. A selfish man like Aldridge could never understand the hurt he was putting onto his family. Now he has two children who will grow up without a father. A woman who will have to go on without her husband, her other half. It’s tragic but not for the way one would think. This family will forever be haunted by the choices they had no idea were being made. There’s something incredibly unfair about that. 

 “Will we… is there a body to bury?” Genevieve asked, pulling away from John so she could wipe her eyes. Her makeup was running down her cheeks.

“Probably not.”

She took a deep breath and nodded her head slowly, toying with her wedding ring.

“When the agency comes, I won’t tell them you visited. You were never here. The last time I saw you was at the office after you shot Connie.” Genevieve nodded her head, like she was talking to herself, maybe she was.

“Sounds fine to me. If you need anythin-”

“Don’t. Look, John. I’m glad you told me this, I’m sure it wasn’t easy. I owe you one, you didn’t have to tell me. But I’m not a fucking idiot. I know that you- I don’t blame you. You have your morals. I will never fault you for that. You did what you came to do. You can go now.” Genevieve said, standing to her feet, hands shaking as she smoothed out her skirt and shirt.

John nodded, he didn’t know what to say but he knew that there was nothing more for him to say or do. Him being here, staying any longer would only cause more grief. He didn’t take in the house, he just left, only then realizing that she was wearing the perfume she always wore at the office, and that her house smelled like roses. Funny how the senses do that, only kick in when it seems most appropriate. For some reason, he thinks that he’ll never forget the smell. So painfully Genevieve, but missing Aldridge. They’ve been living without him for years, they’ll get used to living without him, John concluded as he climbed into his car.