#hell yeah we're back in business pals

[bjfinn]

PARTNERS

"Beetlejuice"/"Deadbeat"/"School of Rock" crossover

from an idea by @hoodoo12

"Hey, Pac," a voice said -- a gravelly voice that Kevin had hoped he'd never hear again. "How's it going?"

He whirled around, and there stood his nemesis. Beetlejuice. The carny from Hell.

"What the fuck do you want?" Pac growled. "You want a rematch?"

"No! We called a truce after you helped Lydia, remember?" the demon reminded him. "Plus, you're pals with Dewey! You know, me and him are related -- well, probably. My dad might be one of his ancestors! Can you believe it?"

"Wait -- Dewey's a demon? "

Beej shook his head. "Nah -- he's a breather like you. See, my dad was a ghost -- he used to be human. But he died centuries ago. Anyway, he had a family, and Dewey could be one of their descendants! That kinda makes us brothers -- pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah," Pac agreed.

"Anyway, I was in town visiting him, and since he's gone to work now, I thought I'd come by to see my other old pal."

"Uh, we're not pals," Pac told him. "I don't even like you."

"You will once you get to know me!" Beej said, grinning. "Come on -- whaddya say?"

"I got enough shit going on in my life, thanks," Pac replied.

"Fine! " Beej said, crossing his arms and sulking. "I don't even wanna be friends with you!"

Pac chuckled. "Reverse psychology really isn't your strong suit is it?" He took a deep breath -- I know I'm gonna regret this, he thought. "Okay," he said. "We can give it a try."

"YAAAY! " Beej crowed, throwing his arms around Pac. "I got another friend! "

Pac pushed the demon off. "So what is it you want?"

Beej looked offended. "What, can't a guy just come by to say hi?"

"First time we met, you were squatting in an abandoned hotel and we kicked the crap out of each other," Pac pointed out.

"Yeah, okay," Beej conceded. "But the second time --"

"-- you, me and Dewey kicked the crap out of each other," Pac finished.

"I know," the demon said with a grin. "Good times."

"You're an asshole," Pac told him mildly.

"So are you," Beej replied. "And so is Dewey. We're three of a kind."

Pac snorted a laugh.

"Anyway, I got kind of a business proposition for you."

Pac rolled his eyes. "Here it comes," he said.

"No, wait -- you're gonna like this, I promise! Okay. So you're a medium and I'm a ghost-demon, right? Okay, so ... what if we team up?"

Pac frowned, intrigued despite himself. "Okaaay, go on."

"What if I do the haunting, and you come and kick me out?"

"That's nuts! " Pac protested.

"It's brilliant! " Beej said. "Look, I saw it in a movie once ... I think it was called, uh ..."

" 'The Frighteners'?"

Beej snapped his fingers. "That's it! I knew it'd come to me! I got a mind like a steel trap -- never forget anything, you know." He put an arm around Pac's shoulders. "See, I figure you're always needing money, right? And I gotta keep up my skills -- living with breathers is great, but I'm a demon! I gotta do some serious scaring once in a while, or I'll get rusty.

"So I was thinking you and me puttin' on the occasional show together just makes sense -- I get to brush up on my demon skills now and then, and you get paid to get rid of me. Everybody wins!"

"Except the people we scam."

"They win, too," Beej told him. "They get to live demon-free!"

"But they'd be demon-free if it wasn't for us in the first place," Pac pointed out.

"They don't need to know that," Beej scoffed. "So? Whaddya say?" He stuck out his hand. "You and me -- partners?"

Pac thought about it for a full second before grasping the demon's hand and shaking it. "Partners," he said.

"Yesss!!! " Beej crowed, pumping the air with his fist. Then suddenly he cocked his head as if he'd heard something. "Ah, I gotta go -- school's out, and Dewey'll be back home soon."

"Wait," Pac said. "Shouldn't we work out the details of --"

"I'll be in touch tonight or tomorrow -- I promise." He grinned at Pac. "This is gonna be sooo good! " He grabbed Pac's face in both hands and kissed him full on the lips. "See you later, buddy!" he said, and vanished.

Pac was left wiping his mouth and spitting out the taste of the demon's tongue. "Blech! " he said. "Gaagh! -- What a fuckin' asshole." But he was smiling slightly when he said it. Beej wasn't half as dumb as he looked -- this plan of his just might work.

*****

"Hey, dude!" Beej said when Dewey got home.

"How you doing, Beej?" Dewey asked. "What'd you do today?"

"I went for a walk around the neighbourhood -- figured since my brother lives here, I should get to know the place better," the demon replied. "And I ran into your buddy, Pac."

"You two didn't have another fight, did you?"

"What? No, of course not -- we have a truce now, remember? Anyway, we got talking, and he doesn't seem like such a bad guy."

"Uh ... yeah, well -- that's good," Dewey said. "I'm glad you guys don't hate each other any more. So what did you talk about?"

"Ah, nothing in particular," Beej lied. "You know -- the weather, the economy, whether the Mets or the Yankees is the better team, that kind of thing."

Dewey chuckled. "What do you know about baseball?"

"I know it involves a ball and, uh ... a base."

Dewey held up four fingers.

"Four balls?"

Dewey shook his head.

"Four bases?"

"Wow, you're practically an expert," Dewey told him.

"Thanks," Beej said, completely missing the sarcasm. "Anyway, we're gonna be business partners, me and him."

"You and Pac? Doing what?"

"Oh, you know -- this and that," Beej replied disingenuously.

"Beej," Dewey said, a warning tone in his voice, "what kinda trouble are you getting my buddy into?" He grinned. "And can I get in on it, too?"

*****

"Oh, man!" Dewey exclaimed when Beej had filled him in. "That's brilliant! I wish I'd thought of that!"

Beej beamed. "I know, right? Sometimes I even surprise myself!"

Dewey reached for the phone. "I gotta call Pac -- the three of us've gotta get together asap and get this started."

"Hey, Pac," he said when Kevin answered.

"Dewey! Man, I was just gonna call you! Beej came by to see me before, and --"

"Yeah, he told me all about it," Dewey said. "That's why I'm calling -- I'm in."

"That's great!" Pac replied. "But, uh ... what'll you be doing, exactly?"

"That's what we gotta talk about -- the three of us need to get together to work out the details. You doing anything tonight?"

"Well, I was gonna work on my plan to end world hunger," Pac said, tongue planted firmly in cheek. "But I guess that can wait -- this is way more important."

"Great! We'll be there in --"

Beej flicked his hand.

"-- ten minutes." But they'd already materialised in Pac's living room.

"Holy fuck! " Pac gasped in shock.

"Beej! " Dewey exclaimed. "What did I tell you about doing that kinda thing?"

"You said you wanted us to get together asap."

"Yeah, but you're, uh ... supposed to give me a heads up first!"

"I woulda liked one, too!" Pac chimed in. "You tryna give me a heart attack?"

"Sorry for tryna help!" Beej shot back. The two humans glared at him, and after a moment he looked down at the floor. "Sorry," he said contritely.

"Man," Pac said. "I need a hit." He looked at Dewey. "Wanna join?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Pac got his stash out of the freezer, and started rolling. "You want one, Beej?"

"Nah," Beej said. "That stuff has no effect on me. Half ghost-half demon, remember?"

"Too bad," Pac said. "Oh, wait a minute! I got some oregano."

"Oregano?" Dewey and Beej chorused.

"Yeah, man -- ghosts can get a buzz if they smoke it. One time me and my buddy Roofie got a ghost high by smoking oregano and blowing it at him."

"You're joking!" Dewey said, laughing.

"I swear to God!" Pac told him. "Funniest shit I've seen in ages!"

"Well, hook him up and let's get this party started!"

Pac got the jar of oregano, rolled a "ghost joint" and handed it to the demon, and then he handed Dewey one of the two regular joints. He took his lighter out of his pocket.

"I got this," Beej said, and snapped his fingers, a flame appearing on the tip of his index. He lit Pac's joint, then Dewey's, and finally his own.

"Pretty cool," Pac said.

Beej watched intently as the other two took a drag on their joints, and then he tried, mimicking them as best he could. He inhaled deeply, and his eyes flew open in surprise at the sensation.

"You okay, buddy?" Dewey asked.

Beej nodded, his cheeks puffed out as he held his breath, fighting the urge to cough. His gaze shifted from Dewey to Pac and back again, waiting for one of them to tell him when he should exhale.

Finally Dewey realised what was happening. "Okay, Beej," he said, "I think that's long enough -- you can let it out now."

Beej blew out the smoke in a long, loud sigh and coughed a couple of times.

"Woahhh!" he said softly, his eyes crossing.

"You okay there, bud?" Dewey asked.

Beej turned his head to look at him -- it wobbled slightly as he did, and his gaze was unfocussed. "Pfft! " he scoffed. "Takes more'n one drag to get me high!"

"Riiight," Dewey said, grinning. "Hey," he said to Pac, "I saw you on that new talk show the other day. Pretty cool, man."

"Yeah, it was kinda fun -- Jimmy Pop's a decent guy."

Dewey nodded. "I always liked him -- his show 'Pop Goes the Night' was really good."

"Yeah -- until he went nuts and threw himself at Alex Brightman."

Dewey laughed. "It was like watching a pro wrestling match! I nearly pissed myself laughing -- but I still felt bad. For both of them. So Jimmy's doing okay now?"

"Yeah. He said he's going to therapy three times a week, and he's got a shit-ton of meds, but he's getting better."

"Good," Dewey said.

"He asked me if I wanted to grab a couple of beers with him sometime -- I gave him my number."

"No shit!"

"Yeah, I think he's kinda lonely -- I don't think he has many friends."

"Hey," Beej said, "I got an idea -- how 'bout you introduce us to him? I like making friends."

Pac laughed. "No offence, Beej, but that'd probably send him right back to Bellevue!" He shook his head. "I think he's still a little too, uh ... fragile to deal with meeting you. Maybe later on. When he's better."

"Yeah, okay," the demon said morosely. "You're probably right."

"I'm hungry," Pac said. "You guys wanna order pizza? With everything?"

"Double everything," Dewey replied.

"Triple everything," Beej corrected. The other two looked at him. "What?" he asked. "There's three of us!"

Dewey and Pac both guffawed. Beej, clueless, joined in anyway -- he was just glad he could make them laugh.

"You're on!" Pac said once he was able to breathe again. He picked up the receiver and dialled.

"Giuseppe's Pizza," said the voice on the other end.

"Yes, hello -- is this Giuseppe's Pizza? I'd like to order an extra --"

Dewey held up three fingers.

"-- uh, I mean three extra-large pizzas with triple everything." There was a pause. "Yeah, triple," he said. "And an order of garlic bread -- no, make it three orders."

Dewey and Beej started snickering.

"That's right." Pac gave the pizza guy his address. "Okay, great -- thanks." He hung up and the three of them burst out laughing again.

"Ah, shit," Dewey said. "We forgot to get drinks!"

"I got beer in the fridge," Pac told him. "You know, before the food gets here we should talk about our new business venture -- I mean, me and Beej know what parts we're gonna play, and I love havin' you in on it with us but what are you gonna be doing?" He looked at his friend.

"Uh ... I could maybe be your assistant?"

"Okay," Pac replied, nodding thoughtfully. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Oh! I know!" Beej exclaimed. "He can make sure that you're the one they call! Kinda like a ... a ... what's the word?"

"A shill?" Dewey offered.

Beej grinned, tapped the side of his nose and pointed at his buddy. The three of them started laughing once more.

"Okay," Pac said. "How are we gonna do this?"

*****

By the time the pizzas arrived, they'd worked out the rough details -- Dewey would scout out locations and, once Beej started making his presence known, he'd get the word out that Pac was the best person to call for help.

"I'll be sure to remind 'em that Ghostbusters, Inc is too expensive, and their methods tend to result in serious property damage," he said. "And that they tend to make things a helluva lot worse before it gets better."

Pac nodded -- their main competition was very good, but over the years they'd caused several million dollars worth of damage -- and they tended to attract a lot of media attention. "Didn't their first job result in, like, thousands of spirits descending on New York? Nearly destroyed the city, as I remember."

"Yeah," Dewey confirmed. "The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Incident."

"Wait, what?" Beej said. "I didn't hear about that -- what happened?"

Dewey and Pac took turns telling him about the now-infamous near disaster that almost turned New York into a portal to Hell, culminating in the spirit-possession of the Sta-Puff Marshmallow Man balloon.

"I woulda liked to see that! " Beej exclaimed.

"Hey, there's only one slice left," Dewey noted.

"The last slice," Beej said.

"From the last pizza," Pac added.

The three of them looked at each other through narrowed eyes, each glancing from one to the other and back again.

The three of them grabbed for it at the same time. Dewey got it first, but Pac snatched it from him, and instantly the other two were chasing him around the room. Beej launched himself at Pac and they crashed to the floor. Pac got the demon in a headlock, trying to keep him away from the pizza, which had fallen face-up (thankfully) on the floor; Beej, meanwhile, was kicking his feet to keep Dewey away from it. Dewey responded by sitting on Beej's belly.

"We're brothers! " Beej protested.

"It's pizza! " Dewey shot back. He reached back to get the slice, but couldn't quite reach. "Ah, come on! " he yelled at the pizza.

Pac, by now, was laughing so hard at Dewey's frustration that he let go of Beej. The demon rolled off him, unseating Dewey and accidentally elbowing Pac in the nuts, and Pac doubled over.

"You sonofabitch! Owww! " Pac moaned through his laughter, clutching his bruised boys.

At that, Dewey and Beej both dissolved into gales of laughter. They helped Pac up and dusted him off, and Dewey clapped him on the back. "I think you earned the last piece," he said.

"It fell on the floor!"

"I know -- that's why you earned it," Dewey grinned.

"I'm not eating it!"

"I'll eat it," Beej offered. The two of them looked at him. "What?" he said. "I'm a demon! You think a little bit of dirt is gonna bother me? "

"Tell you what I think," Dewey said. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

[final-girl96]

Broke World: Chapter Thirty-Two

Daryl was coming out of the woods carrying a couple squirrels when I finally made it to his tent. “The hell do ya want?” He grumbled. I sighed and walked closer to him. He sat down on a log he set up in front of the small fire he made and started to dress the squirrels. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.” He scoffed, not looking up at me. “Like you fucking care.” I rolled my eyes letting a scuff out myself. “Of course I fucking, Daryl! Jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you seriously still pissed at me after all these years?”

He didn't say anything, just continued to gut the squirrel in his hand. “Look, Daryl, I have always cared about you. I've thought about you over the years. Thought about what you've been up to and how you were doing. Wouldn't you say that us finding each other at the end of the world is maybe fate?” Daryl laughed, like actually laughed. “No such thing as fate. This ain't no damn Fairy tale. Now leave me the hell alone!” I felt the burning of tears form behind my eyes so I turned around and went back down to the house. Fuck him.

When I got back down to the house Glenn and Rick were packing up Carol's Cherokee. “What's going on?” I asked. Glenn turned to look at me. “Hershel disappeared. We're going into town to get him,” he said. I nodded my head, “I'll come with you guys. Just in case,” I said. Rick nodded, “Yeah, alright. Go get your stuff.” I jogged over to my tent, grabbed an extra magazine for my gun, grabbed my backpack and stuffed a couple bottles of water into it, checking to make sure my first aid kit was still inside.

I opened the front pocket to shove a couple protein bars inside, because you never know what might happen, and saw my badge. I pulled it out and looked at the pendant I had slipped onto the chain I used for my badge. The necklace Daryl had gotten me all those years ago had gotten broken when I was trying to take a suspect down. I was lucky that I found the small pendant. I had slipped it on the chain so it laid behind the badge. I figured it would be safer that way. And then that way It was always with me. I put it back in the pocket with the protein bars, zipped it, and quickly went back to the car and got into the back seat.

It only took about twenty minutes to get into town. It was one of those towns where everyone knows everyone and their business, or at least used to. We parked outside the bar that Maggie said Hershel used to go to when he had a drinking problem back in the day. We got out of the car and headed for the doors to the bar. Hershel sat inside on a stool at the bar, glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. “Maggie send you?” He asked without looking at who it was. “She's just worried is all,” Rick told him.

Rick tried to talk to Hershel; to get him to come back to the farm. He was having a hard time with the whole figuring out that people weren't just sick. He blamed himself for Beth, which I haven't mentioned. Beth collapsed earlier from being in such shock over what had happened at the barn. Hershel still didn't move even after Rick told him what had happened. He asked if Maggie was with her and that was it.

After being there for about ten minutes, two men walked in. One of them was a big fat dude who looked me up and down with a smirk as soon as his eyes landed on me. Dave and Tony, Tony is the fat creep that won't stop looking at my tits. “I'm Glenn. It's nice to meet some new people,” Glenn said, smiling.

“Rick Grimes.”

”How about you, pal?” Tony asked Hershel. “Have one?” He asked, nodding towards the liquor. “I just quit, “ Hershel said. “You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend.” Hershel made eye contact with him. None of us were too trusting of the two strangers. “His name's Hershel. He lost people today, a lot of them,” Glenn said. “I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends,and to our dead, may they be in a better place,” Tony said. He looked over at me next and smiled. “How about you, doll? What's your name?” I stared at him for a few long minutes debating if I really wanted to give him my name. “Yn.”

He smiled and looked me up and down. I wanted to crawl out of my fucking skin at this point. He noticed Rick staring at him and he looked down. “Not bad, huh? I got it off a cop,” Dave said, picking up the pistol he had set on the table. “I'm a cop and so is she,” Rick told him. “I'm Technically a detective but whatever,” I mumbled. Dave nodded his head, not letting his smile drop. “This one was already dead.”

“You fellas are a long way from Philadelphia,” Hershel said, changing the subject. “It feels like we're a long way from anywhere,” Dave said. Well, what drove you south?” I asked. His eyes flicked over to me. “Well, I can tell you it wasn't the weather. I must've dropped 30 pounds in sweat alone down here.” Tony scoffed, “I wish.”

“No, first it was D.C. I heard there

might be some kind of refugee camp,but the roads were so jammed, we never even got close. We decided to get off the highways,

into the sticks, keep hauling ass. Every group we came across had a new rumor about a way out of this thing. One guy told us there was the Coast Guard sitting in the gulf, sending ferries to the islands. The latest was a rail yard in Montgomery running trains to the middle of the country in Kansas, Nebraska.”

“Nebraska?” Glenn asked. “Low population, lots of guns,” Dave cleared up. “Kind of makes sense,” Glenn said. “Ever been to Nebraska, kid? There's a reason they call 'em fly-over states. How about you guys?”

“Fort Benning, eventually,” Rick said.

“I hate to piss in your cornflakes, Officer, but we ran across a grunt who was stationed at Benning. He said the place was overrun by lamebrains,” Dave told us. Glenn looked surprised and disappointed. “Wait, Fort Benning is gone? Are you for real?”

“Sadly, I am. The ugly truth is there is no way out of this mess. Just keep going from one pipe dream to the next, praying one of these mindless freaks doesn't grab a hold of you when you sleep.” Tony then chipped in his two cents. “If you sleep.” Dave nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?” He asked. The four of us didn't say anything, just looked at him until Rick finally said, “Not really.”

[pyropsychiccollector]

Natsu Harem: Fairy GET! 6/14

We're edging closer to halfway there... Let's go with another imouto, eh? (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Iiiiiit's Kagura Mikazuchi~! \(๑╹ω╹๑ )/

When did they meet?

I suppose this one will be... interesting. I haven't talked too much about this series diverging from canon at earlier points. But one big thing is...

Yeah, our boy Simon doesn't die in this series. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Yeah, I get his death was a major sacrifice.... But it seems like whenever he comes up later, it's always just as drama for Jerza. Erza's repeated insistence for everyone to forgive Jellal, Kagura and Millianna's hatred towards Jellal that forcefully gets snuffed out, Ultear taking the rap even though Jellal did have autonomy.... It's dumb, and we're just not gonna brush Simon aside like that. If you're familiar with me at all, I like sparing characters from canon deaths. (๑╹ω╹๑ )

The gist is that Natsu went a little crazier in the fight, eating a chunk of the tower to gain power for Dragon Force. A situation never came up where Erza tried shielding Natsu from Altaris, and thus Simon taking the blow in her stead. Natsu just gave Blueberry a beatdown from hell, and Simon got Erza and Natsu out of the collapsing tower via teleportation.

The result? Erza's old chums decide to join Fairy Tail after all. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) There's no guilt holding them back, and Simon's all for following after Erza. And it's not like Wally, Sho, and Millianna want to go anywhere else. Simon formally joins Team Natsu, while the others get to know their other guildmates; Sho meeting Cana, Wally meeting Bisca and Alzack, and Millianna... Well, she's a little busy with Happy. (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Naturally, this shakes up the subsequent arcs. Most notably in Oracion Seis. Simon recognizes the Oracion Seis as former slaves of the Tower of Heaven, and though that doesn't make the battles easier it certainly makes them easier to sympathize with for the Alliance members after defeating them. Richard is still affected by Nirvana, and he's glad that Wally is with Fairy Tail and doing well; he hopes to reunite with his brother again someday.

We took quite a detour, but I needed to explain all that to explain Kagura's new circumstances. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Because of course, reuniting with Simon is Kagura's greatest ambition. With him alive, there's no vengeance driving her; just a huge burning desire to see Simon again. And naturally, Simon himself has made efforts with Fairy Tail's help to track Kagura down... They just barely miss each other.

Simon pairs up with Natsu during the trials, despite the pyro's initial plans of having Happy for a partner. Simon makes this earnest plea with the Dragon Slayer because he can tell Natsu is important to Erza, and he wants to help Natsu reach his full potential as S-Class. And Natsu equally knows Simon has a desire to prove himself as well, and digs it. Happy still comes along to cheer his pal on, but he has to wait with Makarov instead of interfering with the trials.

Because of this... Simon experiences the 7-year timeskip with everyone. And due to that, when Kagura hears that her brother joined Fairy Tail, she goes to look only to find that he's disappeared, and they're waiting on the Tenrou team's return. Young Kagura is impatient, and runs off to do her own thing during those seven years; train to get stronger, and join a guild that's more... ambitious. Because the members of Fairy Tail left behind are just scraping by, and she can't stand their skepticism about her brother's fate. She'll find Simon on her own. Millianna winds up following her, feeling bad for Simon's sister and she misses Simon and Erza, too.

... Flash forward 7 years, and the Tenrou Team returns. Fairy Tail compete in the Grand Magic Games, and this is where Natsu, Erza, and everyone else meet Kagura for the first time. Under pretty different circumstances. Kagura's not seeking revenge on Jellal; she only wants to find her brother, and she's over the moon when it's announced Natsu, Erza, and various other missing members of Fairy Tail have returned on the opening day of the games.

But even so... Kagura knows that she's a part of Mermaid Heel. She can't back out on them even once she reunites with Simon that night after the first day with the game of Hidden. Kagura wants to give the games her all, and makes a wager with Simon that if Fairy Tail wins, she and Millianna will come back; and if Mermaid Heel wins, then Simon will come join Mermaid Heel's ranks (despite being an all-girls guild). When Natsu hears about the wager, he's all fired up~...

Needless to say, Fairy Tail still wins the games. And Kagura honors her word to come join Fairy Tail; Millianna was already planning to come back regardless, not wanting to be apart from her friends... And really, Kagura comes to admire Erza, especially after finding out she was the girl that saved her from the child slavers back then.

Between contact with Erza and Simon, this brings Kagura into contact with Natsu~... And though she's not wowed by him at first with how brutish and ill-mannered he can be, Kagura can tell that he's important to Erza and Simon both. And she is rather curious because Erza seems to...well. Let's just say Natsu is very, very important to Erza. (๑╹ω╹๑ )

When did they get closer?

Bearing all this in mind... Kagura fits in rather well with Team Natsu. She finds a sisterhood in Erza, Wendy, and Juvia. There's adorable kitties (Happy and Carla). Lucy is pleasant...though like Gray, she has far too many...accidents. Perverted ones. (人◕ω◕) She as such reached the conclusion those two are a shameless couple, despite their denials~...

Natsu, though... She initially wrote him off as a brute, but she can't deny he's strong. And he has so much heart... It doesn't take long for the swordswoman to get used to Natsu worrying about everyone, to see his heart on his sleeve... And it's a beautiful heart, even if Natsu can be simple at times. She can appreciate his warrior's heart, and it's all too easy to reciprocate that friendship. To share in his determination to see things through.

... Not to mention, a fledgling friendship with Natsu results in lots of cuddles with Happy and petting the kitty on her lap. (人◕ω◕)

Before long the Eclipse Spirits abd Tartaros arcs go down... Of course she's worried about Simon through these harrowing times... But she doesn't want to lose her new family, either. She's proud that Erza and Natsu and just about everyone is so dependable... It's rough when Fairy Tail disbands after Tartaros, but she sticks by Simon, Erza, Wally, Millianna, and Sho. Kagura can see Erza's worried about Natsu after he lost Igneel, and Kagura herself sympathizes with the pyro, wishing they could meet again soon...

When did friendship turn to something more?

Alvarez comes calling a year later, and it doesn't take long for Team Natsu to mobilize and rescue Makarov. Kagura's overwhelmed by how strong the rival continent is, but she's determined to protect her new family~... She doesn't fare well against Dimaria, but Kagura is instrumental in taking down Neinhart.

And later, when she hears Natsu fell into a comatose state after trying to fight Zeref... Kagura rushes back to the guild to be there for him. He's incredibly important to Erza, but especially to Kagura herself after all the time they've spent together. She's there when Jacob invades the guild, and she couldn't be more proud when Natsu makes a full recovery and defeats the assassin. And she accompanies Natsu, Lucy, Happy, Mest, and Brandish to try and negotiate with the Magic King... She unfortunately fails to stop Mest from recklessly acting, and she takes that failure pretty hard.

Kagura's there when Natsu falls comatose again, and instead of Lucy keeping his body warm Kagura takes it upon herself - for Erza's sake just as much as her own, she resolves to do everything she can to keep Natsu alive... It's embarrassing to lay with him so intimately, but Kagura can't deny the pride bubbling in her chest at keeping the pyro warm for once~.... She's worried about him, but Kagura will not let him die.

After the war blows over, and Kagura lets herself stew over all the revelations of Natsu being an Etherious and Zeref's brother... And Kagura decides it changed nothing of their bond. Natsu chose to be human, so that's what he is. Natsu never asked to be "resurrected", and he certainly wasn't responsible for Zeref's actions. Natsu means so much to so many people, and he works so hard for everyone. He beat Zeref, and he worked with the other Dragon Slayers to defeat Acnologia. Though to be honest, even if he hadn't done all those things and more, Kagura would have accepted that she fell for the pyro a while ago.

... This doesn't stop Kagura from formally asking Erza's permission to date Natsu and...share him with Erza. Much to the redhead's embarrassment. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) This does begin a new kind of war, however. Because naturally, they aren't the only ones with such burning, passionate feelings for Natsu~... The Strauss Sisters are at the forefront of the rival camps... But they are hardly the only ones to worry about~...

As for Natsu himself? Well. (人◕ω◕) Kagura's important to him, too. He knows Erza and Simon love her both dearly as well. He can't say no when Kagura formally asks to be in a relationship with him and Erza... Even if he doesn't fully grasp the meaning of her request at the time... mostly because Kagura is so formal and honorable, and he only starts to see the hole he's dug for himself when Lisanna, Mira, and others get fussy about just going along with it. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Natsu might be dense, but he is a quick learner. ... Sorta.

........ It's alright, I'm sure Kagura will keep things from getting out of hand. (人◕ω◕) Or perhaps she'll contribute to the beautiful chaos swarming the loveable pyro~... \(人◕ω◕)/

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Misadventures of The Solars Scene: “Escape from Earth”

A few minutes later, the gang and Shlorpians arrived at The Smokeshow House.

Human Terry: This is the place.

Human Jesse: Whoa! What is this place?

Waitress: The Smokeshow House. The ultimate night club for the sexiest boner people alive.

Shlorpian Jamie: I believe you are describing me.

Human Terry: What the hell’s Korvo doing at a place like this?

Human Jesse: Maybe he turn into human and he’s like a busboy or something.

Human Yumyulack: Maybe the cool people took shit on him for fun. I heard that happens to people. It never happened to me. *laughs nervously*

Shlorpian Frankie: But, do you even know what he looks like now if he really turned human?

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: N-no…

Human Terry starts weeping as the kids comfort him.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Aw Terry, don’t worry. I’m sure we��ll find him.

Human Jesse: Yeah. Once we find Korvo, we'll-

Suddenly, Human Terry notices a human with a familiar crystal on his shirt.

Human Terry: Why have I seen that crystal before?

Human Terry looks at the gorgeous human man, who glance him with an annoyed look and then, Human Terry finally recognize him.

Human Terry: Korvo! We found him!

Shlorpian Cooke: *drops a glass of champagne* Korvo?

Shlorpian Phoebe: He's turned into the most gorgeous human I've ever seen!

Human Yumyulack: Korvo! Korvo!

The human Solars and Shlorpians go up to Human Korvo.

Human Korvo: Uh, can I help you?

Human Terry: Korvo, listen! We can’t live on this Earth anymore. Our human friends are being hated by the whole town now! We got to leave Earth ASAP if we ever want to help them start a new life!

Human Korvo: I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.

All: What?!

Human Jesse: But remember what you said? “Being Shlorpians is what we are!”

Human Korvo: I never said that.

Human Terry: Korv, c'mon. It's me, your husband.

Human Korvo: Ugh! Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?!

Human Yumyulack: Come on Korvo, you’re being a total jackass right now!

Human Korvo: Will you stop it?! I don't know who any of you shitheads are! Now leave me the fuck alone!

Man: Hey K, do you know these guys?

Human Korvo: They were just leaving!

Human Terry: No! We're not! *takes Korvo's arm* You are coming with us! Now!

Human Korvo squeals in horror and slaps Human Terry in the face. Human Terry gasps and tears up.

Shlorpain Frankie: Oh shit! Guys, group huddle.

The gang huddles.

Human Yumyulack: Okay guys, we have a big problem. Korvo has lost his marbles.

Human Jesse: I know. It's doesn't make any...*gasps in realization* Oh my gosh.

Human Terry: *rubbing his face from the painful slap* Wow. If I was that hot, I would not want to look back on my family. I lost the second love of my life to a stuffed crest pizza behind Pizza Hut.

Human Jesse: Guys, do you think Korvo might have amnesia?

Shlorpian Darcy: Huh? Maybe. I don’t know.

Human Terry growls in anger.

Human Yumyulack: Easy Terry. I think Jesse might be right. Korvo must’ve suffer amnesia when he was busy trying to find the person who did this to our friends.

Human Terry: FUCK!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. Maybe that’s how he couldn’t recognize you.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back?

Human Terry starts breathing in and out as he sheds tears.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we how do get back? *looks at Human Terry in concern*

Sonya: *skin suddenly turns robin’s eggs blue* You okay daddy?

Human Terry snaps and punches a wall in anger.

Human Terry: FUCK! *Human Korvo backs away slowly*

Human Korvo: You okay, pal?

Luckily, Shlorpian Frankie has an idea as she gets out a pea shooter and puts a dart in it. She aims at Human Korvo, who shrugs and went back to drinking his champagne, only to get hit by the dart and falls down unconscious. Human Terry looks down at Human Korvo while angrily breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

Human Jesse: Terry! Easy! Calm down! It’s okay! Korvo is knocked out! Let’s get out of here!

Human Terry: Ugh! Fine!

Human Yumyulack: Terry? What’s wrong?

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. I’m sure we can find a way to get your husband’s memory back once we find the ship!

Human Terry: But what if we can't?!

Shlorpian Phoebe puts a hand on Human Terry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: We'll figure something out. I promise.

Human Terry: But-

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we can. Look I know you love Earth, but now everyone hates us more than ever. We have to leave now. Please, if you really love Korvo, you must do the right thing. And that is leaving Earth. For good.

Human Terry: Okay. But I wanna go with Korvo...I love him.

Shlorpian Phoebe smiles.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we will. *finds the ship on the tracker* Holy shit! It’s in Las Vegas! Come on!

A few hours later, the gang finds the ship turned into a blimp.

Human Yumyulack: Guys! The ship!

Human Terry picks up Human Korvo.

Human Terry: Hang on there Korvy…

The gang heads to the ship and luckily Phoebe kicks the door with her foot as the door opens.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Alright y’all! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The gang heads into the ship. Then, Human Korvo wakes up while rubbing his head. Then, the gang hears the Vegas Corporation Security Guard yelling at them from outside.

Vegas Coperation Security Guard: Hey! You’re not allowed here!

Human Terry: Oh shit!

Human Korvo: Wh-what happened? What am I doing in Vegas? How did I get on the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: Hurry guys! We have to leave now!

Human Korvo: Leave? What do you mean?

Human Jesse: We have to get out of here! Everyone hates our friends and want them off of Earth!

Sonya: Us also!

Human Korvo: Then what are we waiting for?! We gotta get fucking moving!

Human Terry gasp as he shed tears of joy.

Human Terry: Korvy! You remember!

Human Korvo: What? Okay. Can someone please tell me what-

Human Terry: Long story! You turn into a gorgeous human, then lost your memories turn you into a jerk and you lost your marbles! Now let’s fly!

Human Korvo: Okay?

Human Terry: Oh! And I almost forgot!

Human Terry surprises Human Korvo by kissing him on the lips.

Human Korvo: *giggles as he turns back into his Shlorpian self*

Human Terry gasps in shock.

Human Terry: Whoa! How did you turn back!

Korvo looks around his body and gasps.

Korvo: Oh my God! I’m me again! I guess we have develop some kind of shape shifting ability.

Human Terry: Wait. Does that mean I can do it too?

Then, Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turn back into their normal selves.

Jesse: Yay! We’re Shlorpians again!

Yumyulack hugs the Pupa. But then, they heard a loud thump which made they scream little and made them realize they must leave now.

Korvo: Quick! Let’s get the fuck outta here!

Jesse: AISHA, get us off this planet! Hurry!

AISHA: On it!

AISHA activates the launch sequence as the ship flies into the space and the gang cheers.

Korvo: Yes! *to Terry* I love you, baby.

Korvo romatically twirls Terry around.

Terry: *whistles lovingly*

Korvo and Terry make out while moaning lovingly.

Yumyulack: I'm gonna throw up.

Shlorpian Randall: Isn't it romantic?

[mushroomminded]

Y'know what? It's been a minute since ypu got a big thought dump/thesis/essay/whatever from me, so as we're (maybe?) approaching the end of Peachy & Pals, heres one on the house brought on by The Knife part 6;

The Wirepuller (just gonna keep using that as their name) is vastly overselling its own importance and impact with regards to society as a wider, nebulous concept. This isn't by any stretch subtext- I'd say Ira's final broadcast and how it contrasts with the Wirepuller's own words basically make this point just straight up Text- but I still feel like its worth highlighting.

Its true that Splatsville- and more recently Inkopolis- are beholden to the systems it put in place. It's true that when those systems go down, after having to rely on them for a while, things might get a bit crazy for a moment. Thing is, a society isn't solely the systems that power it- arguably, they're not even the 'core' of a society; people and their values are. And by and large, people are decent- flawed and imperfect, maybe, but decent. It's the collective need to connect with others, to help and uplift one another, that makes a society function almost in spite of how the systems that control it vie to make that difficult, or in spite of those who seek to do harm unto others and behave antisocially (in the dictionary definition of the term). I get the sense The Wirepuller believes its own hype, mind you- they really do believe they're the pillar holding this whole thing up, that they make the world a better place even as they butcher people to maintain their supposed order. But the gods honest truth is Inkfish society will bounce back fairly quickly, and likely flourish more, with them out of the picture. The fact that there was still genuine joy and a degree of control (minimised as it was) under their thumb wasn't because of their self described "benevolence", but in spite of it.

In the grand scheme of things, the Wirepuller achieved very little. Its grip on society was not just always weak, but weaker then it could ever realise because it was missing the forest for the trees. They only got away with it for so long because people were too busy living their lives to notice or care- and as consequence, it grew more and more complacent with its position at head of the table, assured of their position of power, that they'd never even begin to factor in something as one squid accidentally stumbling on the truth they're not meant to know would cause it to spiral and unravel through a combination of how tenuous their grip always was and their arrogantly making bad move after bad move in desperate bids to keep control of the situation.

So yeah, they can bleat on about how they cannot die as much as they like; they didn't have as much hold over society as they thought to begin with, and they have even less now. They're going to be on the back foot forever. I'd say "sucks to be them", but they deserve the ironic hell they're locked into now and they only have themselves to blame for it.

YEAH!! EVERYONE LEARNED TO HAVE FAITH IN EACH OTHER AND THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN SPLATSVILLE AND INKOPOLIS AND ITS ALL COME TO THIS!!

really it wasnt about mars overcoming his boss... his boss was never the threat. it was about overcoming his own fear

[six-eyed-samurai]

I've always prided myself on being chivalrous but perhaps today I will break my vows and punch a lady.

Particularly the lady who gave me that number.

I panicked, obviously, when I recognized that voice on the line, so I immediately hung up. But even if I hadn't it didn't matter - for now I had finally given the world's number one villain my number. He could find and contact me virtually anywhere now.

Once again I would like to punch that lady.

Because it's damned Father's Day and the line immediately directed me to the one man I swore I'd never speak to again. Ever.

Gee, you might say, I understand if you don't wanna talk to Pops because he's the world's worst villain, but why are you so mad?

No. I'm not mad. I'm steaming. Now that he's found me he's going to attempt to find me again, do his whole "I'm sorry I wasn't there for your soccer practises and never picked you up from school on time" speech and worse: try another "reconciliation meeting between villain and son!"

Please, Dad, was running away from home, changing my name and appearance as well as turning down all calls from your minions of evil not scream rejection to you?

I ignored the rest of his calls. I meant it when I said I was leaving, when I shouted that he was no father of mine all those years ago. We hadn't seen each other since that fateful night, but it wasn't going to be a lie if I said I never saw him much even when we were "family". He was busy conquering the world and all yeah, but he tried to be there. As far as I know no other kid got a dragon straight from the depths of Hell to be their pet; most dads go for, I dunno, a dog?

Then he faked his death, blah blah blah, came back a few years later, yadda yadda yadda, couldn't tell us because his enemies were watching, mumble mumble mumble.

I never forgive him for that.

Never forgave him for driving Mom insane and into the deep end after he vanished, now that we're talking about it.

And the idiot thinks he can just waltz back into my life so easily? Hate to break it to you, pal, but it's a big, fat NO.

But of course my finger accidentally selects the wrong button when he rings for the thousandth time, right at the crack of dawn when I had barely woken up.

"Keto?"

"No. Screw off." I try and hang up but drop the device instead.

"Keto, can we just talk? Please?" The great, terrifying villain Redwing is pleading. I could laugh. If he weren't my damned dad.

"No. You didn't talk to us for three years, why start now? Ain't things just peachy?"

"I didn't mean to abandon you both."

"Sure, and I don't mean to hang up on ya right now." Ah, found the phone. I make another mental note to really go hunt down that lady for all the troubles she's gifted me.

"I thought about you going through it all, I did my best to check up and send money, but I had to do it or all of you were dead-"

"Stop trying to explain yourself. If you're hoping for a "Happy father's day, Dad", you're about, let's see, SIX YEARS TOO LATE."

He said some more but all I caught was the words "letters" before I hung up on him. Call me a bad son if you will but again, I have no father.

***

The next day something weird's in my mail.

It's like a parcel, a parcel that was full to the bursting and looked like it had been tied by a kindergartner. I don't think the mailman brought that. Maybe a bomb's in there, maybe a dessicated hand. My dad's minions really have no idea how to give a good present so it wouldn't be surprising.

It's a stack of letters. All addressed to me and Mom, dated around the time Redwing disappeared.

Yellowed with age and crumbling at the corners, their contents were all messy, emotional and in Redwing's spidery handwriting, recounting what few memories we managed to get together in between his schedule of evil, things he thought I might like after seeing families out on the street, hopes that we were well and his usual mushy attempts at being a "normal" dad with awkward "hope the both of you are well" and his embarrassing ways of saying I Love Yous.

It stunned me. Speechless.

All the time I had been convinced Redwing never truly cared like a dad should because what sort of person would abandon us like that just to save his skin? Maybe he had his reasons but for the longest time it didn't excuse anything.

It still didn't. Dad was a douchebag but suddenly he was a douchebag who I was going to call and wish Happy Father's Day and say I got his letters.

He had tried, I realised, to fix our broken relationship dozens of times, but it was always me to cut off.

I picked up my phone uncertainly. Perhaps I won't punch the lady to the moon after all.

Then I saw it on the news.

"THE WORLD REJOICES AS INFAMOUS VILLAIN REDWING DIES IN POLICE CUSTODY FROM SUDDEN HEART ATTACK."

Sorry Dad. I kinda ruined the letters crying tears all over them all night.

And sorry to the lady as well, I guess. You gave him a chance to reconnect when he knew he was dying soon and all I wanted to do was give you a nosebleed for it.

You met a girl at a bar who gave you a number. Turns out, she has a superpower; Any number she gives out to others turns into the number they needed to call the most. You call it, and it forwards you to the most powerful supervillain in the world.

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxi.k: Coke, Blood & Handguns, “WHAT!? How??” … Like on a burger I don't know, I'm not one to be off put by either condiment, and together they don't seem that bad, they might even complement each other? “Fuck No! Dude you're insane, you've finally lost it oh my god! Mustard overpowers anything else, and mayo in the same way but less so, if you had BOTH … it's just Mustard and Mayo at that point … fucking burger would be completely overpowered, no shot dude. No offense dude and we've discussed this … but you've got a negative flavor profile, you'd eat dog shit on a plate and think it tastes good.” OF FUCK OFF WITH THAT, I do not! And you stole that from Oma you goddamn hack! “I FUCKIN DID NOT!! IT'S JUST A FACT” *Knock* *Knock* In unison we freak the fuck out, letting an audible scream between the two of us. A skimpy-dressed woman knocked on the window. She was skinnier than skinny and clearly … on some host of drugs “No … fucking … way.” You're shitting me. In a frantic Whisper J says, “ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW SEE IF SHES SERIOUS!” ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? I'm not fuckin doin' that. “DUDE COME ON!! See how much she want!?” Fuck YOU Hell No! “COME ON!!! What don't wanna tag team Mrs. Two Tooth with your old pal?” He said making a shit-eating grin on his face and giving jazz hands. J … I would seriously rather die and go to hell than ever do that. *Knock* *Knock* Fuck! I look at J, then at the window, then back at J, then back at the window … *Sigh* fuck me. I go to roll down the window, the truck was older and had a creaky old hand crank window that only rolled down about halfway … I rolled the window with a bit of a struggle as the plastic handle was partly broken. Y-yeah? “Anything you two want for a hundred, I'll even let you cum in my brown star for an extra twenty” The Jester breaks out in uncontrollable loud laughter “HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA AH HAHAHAHAAAA” S-SHUT UP!. S-sorry uh were not uh wer- “HOW MUCH FOR YOU TO DANCE FOR US?” FUCKING STOP THAT SHIT!!!. SORRY SUPER SORRY We're not looking for that service, thanks though. “Oh, you two uh *point* *point* like riding rods or somethin?” What!? NO NO “HAHAHA!!! HOLY SHIT, MAYBE HE DOES, BUT SURELY NOT ME!!” SHUT THE FUCK UP NO I DO NOT. SORRY WERE UH WERE BUSY!! I frantically roll the window back up, she flips me the bird and mouths fuck you. J put the fucking truck in first and rolled the fuck out of there in a frantic haste. After listening to The Jester laugh so hard he was practically dying … we make it out of Denver on the way to Salt Lake with no stops … we get to the warehouse where we swap our truck as planned, moving all the product and furniture exactly as it was in the previous truck, then … straight to Reno … straight to our contacts drop-off point. We drive all the way through the night, and make it, to Reno. Hey Hey! J? Wake up. “*Snore* Gha-W-what?” Were close I think … where the fuck was it again? “Oh shit … uh uh uhhhh” He frantically looked at his phone opened the maps app and he frantically scrolled around looking for the location. “FOUND IT!!! Here!” He pointed at his phone to a location pinned. Ok ok … shit … uh what the fuck was the code word again? “There was a code word?” YES!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER IT, What was it? “Uh well? … you see about that one” DON’T EVEN … *Snap* Fucking, Creatine! Haha!! I remember. “The fucking supplement?” Yeah, It stuck to me because it’s also a fine white powder you consume ... [To Be Continued]

[the-firebird69]

And other news we have

-we have the pseudo empire under attack and they are getting beaten in some areas but they are mostly holding their own and the numbers are dead of warlock are catastrophic this huge numbers that being lost. And higher ups too here in Florida they sent them North to Georgia and Alabama again approve 500 a crew of 500. Out of that crew about 100 dead and 300 wounded critically and 100 have returned and the wounded are in hospitals yeah but they're not all going to make it this is a terrible terrible time here you people are being horrendous you need to understand that you're under duress and your Jews and all this other s*** stop with your Yahoo or encouraging people just sit the f*** down my son is not going to help you like you think you can't be tremendously huge and wipes them all out for you or something you're not using our power it's just not happening it won't happen here cuz you're threatening the little s*** out of him and voice your ass suck your ass sucks your act you're acting is horrible what are you trying to be the enemy I like this massively b***** senile piece of s*** that lives nearby cuz you getting one dollar not even Jesus Christ they use it as an excuse to come and get you. The f*** off in this s*** by the way how easy to get you. Yeah see whatever you want right it's going to cost I need those ships pal. You guys shouldn't be fighting or waste of time you're supposed to waste of time. Did I find out too pretty soon you wasted your time and what a nightmare just so the empire can have you fight yourself and get rid of you.

And yeah that might be a lot of higher ups now it is and this water come tonight is Young and they say and they're fighting a war and they admit it. So Dave had an idea to where I set up to Tampa early temporarily to see the deal is with the ship and to try and have something happen for them instead of against them all the time you did a good job my son just has no extra money he has done absolutely no extra money nothing comes in so and so they sent A lot of people and they didn't come back the answer is right but it's it's not very consistent and they're very strange people here.

-there there is more happening. The more luck are also going up to Tallahassee. And they're sending another group of 500 to that area and an additional to Georgia and Alabama and trying to hold the states and then send them from here because they would actually try and do that and we want to make sure the sun is okay but you sound so stupid Trump he's trying to do the job and he's always tampering with me and nobody does that Jesus Christ it's a problem you're not there for me the job of the pseudo empire in the past was the discipline you and they're trying to sell it and they're doing it for them quite often so that might explain what Stan was up to but you felt fine on your face and like really hard too so their family and his sense of up there and it falls on his face and Brian does too and their little kids trying to run this plan and he's asking about their people to shut the hell up this is a war to these people are really going up there and so there are 1,000 going north and it takes some force from here and they have forces on the outside to work and they're really in and fighting and those two states and of Northern Florida. How to do it all over the place and the sun does not know how it works out he says that maybe something will change now you have no ships that's another point we're getting into. Yeah that's an idea coming out of her son it's hard to get it. It's for a business but we have more to talk about

-there's other things going on of course but their major this effect is global this type of battle global except we just don't have one of our people stuck and it's in every area like this and there's about 20 about the size and they're pretty big and it's not going well for people and then they're really trapped to this horrible or a son and daughter think it will change once the minority warlock are attacked after the warlock do and push them out and it will change things forever it would be some war with finality. And right now there is a contingent going up additional to the 1,000 it's about 1500 they're going to the Tampa area to assess what's happening no to try and remove them and they're fighting over the areas and I don't see what the ships were doing. And in fighting over the territory they have noticed that they have Little ships all over the place and they're doing work up in the Tampa area and these guys started a good idea for our son to go there and he can't make it with no money. And there's nothing moving on that so since it's okay I'll sit here we can't do anything so these people don't understand a lot of stuff but they're going up there for that purpose and so far they've lost a lot of generals and kernels devastated the upper ranks are getting devastated and they can't handle anything that they were. It's going on now and there's a lot of people who are trying to fight them and what they're doing and I don't see that they should arrive and it's terrible and they're stupid and nobody's listening to logic it's going to be over for both parties had to see a movie today and it reflects it.

-on top of these groups going north they're sending Hutel people and to locations all over to see what the status is of the small ships in the tunnels and other stuff too refueling for larger ships and where they are did do it last night and yes a little bit but it's time to look at it more and this a lot of problems from this. So they need to know what's your sources are and what's it that's causing it

More shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[fantasyconcrete]

"If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight! Sun Tzu said that. And I'd say he knows a little more about fighting than you do, pal, because he invented it! And then he perfected-"

Penny's speech was interrupted by Quartz sticking its foot out to trip her, sending her sprawling onto the floor. "Are you going to actually tell us why we're here?" It asked as Penny got back to her feet.

"Okay, fine, I'll get right to the point." Penny huffed and brushed dirt off her clothes, then turned her attention to the group - Quartz, Whendi, Styx, and Zipper. "Something's drawing magicka into Morta Est, hard enough to be felt across multiple countries. We need to find out what's doing it and if we can stop it."

"And what exactly is Morta Est?" Quartz asked.

"Great question." Penny reached up and pulled a map of Europe down from the ceiling. "Morta Est is a small part of Enotita that got blasted years ago by a huge explosion of necrosis, making it an undead wasteland." She pointed to the roughly circular region, marked in bright purple and situated right between Grecian Enotita, Bulgaria, and Turkey. "Most people say the empress Canticum was responsible, but of course nobody knows for sure. Few people go in, even fewer come out."

"Surely we don't need to go in." Styx commented. "The military of the surrounding countries can handle it."

"If they were willing to invade Morta Est, they would have done it by now. Besides, better to avoid a war as much as possible. Especially since they've got plenty of necromancers over there." Styx didn't respond, her expression remaining in its usual unreadable state. "Any other questions?"

"Yeah, why isn't Jess here?" Quartz asked.

"She's busy with FADA stuff."

"And what makes you think I'd be willing to risk my life at all?"

Penny sighed and produced a shiny rock from her hammerspace, which Quartz immediately snatched and held up to examine in the light. "...I retract my question. I'm in."

"Whendi?"

"Hell yeah I'm in! The Chao commands me!"

"Zipper?"

"Something badevil is going on, and it must be crushstomped."

"Styx?"

"The denizens of the Dead East give necromancers a bad name. I'll help however I can."

Penny clapped her hands and smiled. "Wonderful. We'll head out Tuesday morning. Do whatever you need to to prepare."

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

be that as it May

hellooo, friends foes and strangers alike! using this title for a tumblr post for second time running and i'm actually early by one day (it's May 30th, so yep) genuinely proud of myself :) hahahaha

well, this post i think it's gonna be a monthly-journal-and-a-serious-note one... a word vomit guaranteed, so apologies in advance and bear with me. May was yet another rollercoaster but in another context i can't disclose yet (and not sure when i can let the secret out in the open or confirm/deny the rumors lol but for 2nd time: it’s not me getting engaged ok 🤣 i don’t even have anyone in mind) but yeah the highlight: not getting coldplay Jakarta ticket.

i'm so damn livid at so many things like 😭😭😭😭😭 first of all the scalpers deliberately buying the tickets just so they can resell it in exorbitant prices, the FOMO crowd for taking my spot as an actual coldplay fan (though i'm not nearly as mad as i am at the scalpers because well, they just want to see the band that i also happen to love), and the coldplay management team for planning a stupid Asia/Oceania leg tour route that doesn't make sense (who the hell decided to go for only a day at Jakarta then straight to Perth which is miles away and then back to Malaysia?)

anyways i'm counting on people suddenly having other events or important business to attend to so there will be tickets i can buy secondhand. not going to appease scalpers by panic buying i want to see them suffer a huge loss and will be rendered to resort selling it half price on d-day or something. i feel like i deserve the tickets so bad the concert day is literally eleven days before my birthday in November 😭 i know i can make it happen i WILL see my band like i did last time!!! 😤

the remainder of May is just me working on the project, preparing stuffs and literally running all over Jakarta to get things done, me overthinking, nothing new (read: clowning as always) not trying to be cryptic but just like coldplay said in Speed of Sound: "every chance that you get is the chance you seize." wish me luck, pals!

my Brisbane based cousin who's going to get married in August sent us the fabric needed to make the outfit for the special day and i'm getting even more hyped up!!! it's not me who's going to say my vows and tie my life to the other half of my soul but i'm super happy. can't wait for Bandung trip 2.0 yippeee

okay here we're entering the serious note territory... for once, for so long, i'm letting myself to just let go of the words. kinda sure some of you have probably caught on, or thought i'm a daft dimbo for this but yes: it's about him. on May 25th, two years ago i spoke to him for the very last time. full reassurance from my part to say that no, it's not about me not being able to move on or blah blah blah, it's quite the opposite actually.

writing this down, on here, feels like some sort of purge. it's not in a bad way either, i am glad i can finally talk about it openly, with no sense of remorse or regret or hatred or resentment. right now, after two years of as much space and time given to think and process it through, remembering him and the days that build the very core of memories i still keep in my mind feels like rereading my favorite book.

it's like me and him are just some other characters that i cheer and cherish for, i long and support and yearn for, and the story ends with a nice closure chapter. a complete book. to me personally, it's like reading Harry Potter. such a huge part of my life, yet i'm no longer there.

i no longer stutter or taken aback or get the chills whenever something in the present pulls me back into a particular memory of him. i embrace it with open arms and with a smile on my face. i reread my last letter to him and actually edited it (my editor self is just, you know, being an editor) i'm as unabashed and unbothered to open my old chats with him (i kinda cheated oops sorry if you read this lmao i just never feel the need to delete the chats because let's be fr i don't need to reread it, i still can recall what we talked about just from memory. that's me and my insanely biased brain, ha!) and actually laugh and cringe (mostly on my part, because it was so clear i tried to catch his attention by doing literally everything omg i was so embarrasing 🤣😭😂) (also for disclaimer, i never opened our chatrooms, not until this month, so i also kinda kept my part of the agreement) but it's fun nonetheless. nothing that happened between us will ever tarnish or alter the fact that i was genuinely happy and the joy filled memories will always be there.

it's a bit hilarious how my 'strategy' is to avoid him like a plague. left zero gap for any chance to even get a glimpse of him or his life. basically two years of absolutely nothing of him (except for some weird twist like how his mum and my mum are still members of the same whatsapp group, though they don't interact much) in a glance it does seem like i'm trying to run away from reality, but i swear it's just my way of dealing with problem at hand, since i suppose fourteen years worth of feelings can't be extinguished in a lazy attempt with feeble manner. yet that doesn't mean i'm gonna play pretend and fake an amnesia, i still think about him sometimes. i guess it's just part of being human, with weaknesses and all.

you've probably wondered, yes: i still do love him with all my heart. just in a different way, and for sure, from far away. see what i'm talking about? he's just like an endearing fictional character you have grown to love and will always be with you (yes i'm a huge Potterhead lol) it's platonic, sometimes familial love, just constantly running in the background. i always do that to the people i regard highly in my life, so again, nothing new.

i still count him as one of my selected few best friends though imprudent and tactless he can be because he sometimes is also the voice of reason to my farfetched always anxious self (also because he knows too much of my secrets thanks to me being biased and a pathological overshare-r) if God ever made destiny to make another funny turn, i would've liked us to be an actual, functional, supportive friends. long live the friends!

Nietzsche is right about without forgetting it's quite impossible to live at all, but i digress. if you’ve watched Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind, you’ll know what i’m talking about; i guess at some point things just don't have any explanation (yet) of why it happens ever so, you just carry on with it. archiving it somewhere in a vault.

so. even though i know he will never read this... hey you, i just want to say i'm so grateful to have you as friend, though things don't always go smoothly. honored to have been graced by your presence in my life, though just for a limited time as it is. i hope you're always happy, healthy, and loved!

phew, i got super emotional. maybe because it's been two years, i can't believe i managed to stand for what is right this long! (and will continue to do so) i am here from all the things i've gone through :) yet another coldplay quote because i just love this band so much, and i think this song is my song. please read the lyrics as you listen to it, best feeling ever.

it's cathartic, a form of healing, alleviating, to put these, all my feelings, out in the open. this is what i live with and it is my life. i'm content with how everything is going and i think it's all settled now, all good. now full throttle focusing on the project, if things go my way, i'll tell you guys all about it on my July post. see you then! 💙

[esperanzagoldofficial]

Vaudeville, Jett and His Friends Start a Minecraft Realm

*Vaudeville hops on Discord*

V: Just stahted the Minecraft realm. I posted instructions for how to join in General

Jett: Sweet! I haven’t played Minecraft in a while, so can’t wait to play

Osatia: Vaudeville, if we play Minecraft again, it’s not going to be the same as last time?

V: I dunno what’cha talkin’ ‘bout.

J: Jesus Christ

O: Last time we had a server, you destroyed all my crops, X-ray-modded your emeralds, and then blew up everyone’s houses after Jett said he was gonna reset your XP 😑

V: You guys are always accusin’ me of X-ray-muods. Ever just consida’ that I’m good at Minecraft? 😊

J: Hit-dog will holler, Vaude. You definitely cheated 😑

V: Whateva ya say

*Kai, Soto, Isák, and Max joined the server*

K: Hey is it okay if we join?

V: Ok but just know you’ll be woikin’ like a jackass gettin’ me iron

*3 minutes later*

O: I think I’m gonna start mining some wood to build my house

K: I’m building my base as far away from all of you as possible

V: Oh, no ya don’t, kid. You’re gonna be minin’ my iron for me, ya sneaky rat

O: Vaude, just leave him alone, plz

K: I ain’t mining a damn thing for you

V: Get back over here and mine my iron befoah I ban ya from da soiva 😠

K: Already threatening me? That's awesome. 😑

V: It ain't a threat, pal, it's a promise. Don' make me do it

I: I'm gonna build on one of the mountains

S: I'm gonna build near a beach

M: I'm gonna build near Spawn

O: I found me a village

K: Vaudeville is really trying to fucking kill me with a Stone Sword 😑

V: I told ya to go mine iron and ya refuse

O: Oh Jesus Christ, here we go already 😑

K: Get smoked, idiot. You had a Stone Sword and lost to me with a Stick 😈

V: Dis guy has ta be cheatin'. There's no way he killed me. 😠

K: It's 1.19 now, dipshit. You can't just spam-attack anymore. You gotta time it to the bar on your crosshair.

O: Can everyone please just relax? We barely even started and I don't want the realm to be ruined already 😑

*3 Hours Later*

O, I, S, M: Finished. Think mine looks dope

V: Oh your guys' might be whatever ya just said, but mine is way huga and betta

J: Trying to watch a YT tutorial for how to build my house

K: Vaudeville, I'm by your base. There's no way you built this big-ass castle in Survival that quickly 😑

V: Mind ya own damn business, Kai. Yes I did do all of this in Suhvival. 😠

J: How do I make a Crafting Table again?

K: 4 planks of wood in a square, Crafting Menu

V: How do ya forget how ta make a Craftin' Table in Minecraft, ya jet-laggin idiot?

K: Don't talk to Jett like that, just because you got caught using Creative to build your castle

V: I didn' use no damn Creative Mode. There'd be somethin in da chat dat tells ya if I did, an' there hasn' been

S: Guys, I think it's clear Vaudeville used Creative Mode 😁

V: Shut up 😠

J: Who has my damn Fortune pickaxe?

K: I don't

S: Me neither

I: No way, Jose

M: Uh-uh

O: Not me

V: Nope

J: Well, someone has it, and when I find out who does, I'm gonna flip shit, so let's get it back to me, pronto.

V: Ah, shut'cha corny ass up, Dr. Lagwagon. Ya not doin' anythin' ta anyone.

J: K, well, wait 'til Kai and I see you 😈

O: You guys have an alliance?

K: Yeah, fuck Vaudeville. We're gonna make sure he doesn't mess with us again 😈

V: Ya guys are so scared. Guys, wanna team?

O: You guys coming after us?

J: Nah, just Vaudeville.

O: Ok, then no, Vaudeville. We don't wanna team.

V: Awesome 😑😠

J: Kai, grab the TNT and get over here

K: Got it. Just 100 blocks away

V: How da hell does Kai have TNT already? Dis idiot is cheatin'

O: Vaudeville, you accuse people of cheating in every game 😑

V: They just killed me. How is it okay for them ta kill me?

K: Jett, run, I set the TNT off.

V: Goddammit, guys. Don't ruin my base!!!

*TNT explodes, destroying every inch of Vaude's castle*

V: Ya toid-eatas, ya just completely destroyed my base. 😠

K: Cry about it 😈

J: Nice work, Kai 👍

O: The server just went down?

V: Yeah, I shut da realm down

*Vaudeville hops off the server*

End

((And yes, this is how I'd interpret Vaudeville to be if he does happen to pick up a video game. And yes, Jett does know some street slang))

((BTW, this is based entirely off a YouTube video by Optimus, but it's with AI Joe Biden, Donald Trump, and Barrack Obama))

Vaudeville belongs to @fractiouslemonofficial & @askvaudeville

Jett, Osatia, Kai, Max, Isák, and Soto belong to me

[brufonseweek]

okay now that i’m settled in on my new laptop i can finally make the post about this again! i’m. just gonna copy and paste from the other post and swap in the dates. now it’s october 19th to the 23rd

this year’s prompts are a little different. we still have the two paired words from last year (and again they’re meant to go with each other, loosely) but we ALSO… have aus for each day. minus the free day where there’s no prompts whatsoever. while the paired words are meant to be loose opposites (the only real exception is blue and purple but you can probably guess why those two are together) the aus were just kind of randomly assigned to each day, and i got the aus in the first place through a random generator

anyway, if for whatever reason you can’t read the prompts on the graphic, the prompts this year are as follows

october 19th - history / future | modern au october 20th - gate / solitude | pirate au october 21st - dream / nightmare | celebrity au october 22nd - blue / purple | coffeeshop au october 23rd - free day (no prompts)

potential questions and answers about this event under the cut (some i’ve been asked about former events, some i just already felt like might be asked)

q: do i need to sign up to participate?

a: nope! you just kind of. do it. and then you post it during brufonse week. no sign ups necessary

q: can i work on this ahead of time?

a: absolutely, that’s why i announce it so far ahead of time too, so people have the time to work on it… but also like even if i said no, i couldn’t really stop you since how would i know, lol

q: only five days?

a: that’s more manageable for most people than a full 7! i’ve seen ship weeks done both ways in the past so it’s not too weird or unusual

q: do i need to stick to the prompts?

a: it’d be nice, but i’m not gonna insist upon it or anything

q: what’s the purpose of the aus, why are they separate from the other prompts?

a: okay so i was envisioning it like you’d take one of the words and Maybe Also the au to come up with your piece. but like i said i’m not going to insist people stick to the prompt list, you can kind of do whatever. do the aus if you want or don’t, do them in addition to or instead of the paired word prompts if you want. i’m not gonna complain any way

q: do i have to do the full week?

a: nah, do what you want to do or can do, i’ll just be glad you participated

q: what kinds of things are we allowed to make for this?

a: whatever you want! art, fics, poetry, sprite edits, aesthetic moodboards, playlists, amvs… sky’s the limit. tho i will say if you DO make a moodboard, either take stuff you don’t have to source (like stuff from pixabay or w/e) or source it in your post

q: should we tag you in the posts?

a: yeah. like last year i’m gonna try to reblog everything to here. there’s also a twitter account, username is brufonseweek. i’d link it here but then this post won’t show up in the tags

q: is nsfw content allowed?

a: i’m not gonna stop anyone who wants to make nsfw content for brufonse week. however… i’m also not going to reblog any of that to here, sorry

q: this q and a part is basically the same as last year’s post

a: yeah i was using that as a base

[m-jelly]

Hii Jelly! Its me again ehehehhzjsjsj

Can I request a veryyy fluffy fic where reader and Levi are pen pals? (maybe because they're both lonely af 😃) ehehehe, thanks very much 💗

Ah! A wild Loki appears (I love you Loki)

Hell yeah, I can! I can set it in the canon world with post-war Levi. Just post-war Levi exchanging letters with a cutie just seems so cute to me.

Such loving words.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: romantic, falling in lost, canon world, post-war Levi, pen-pals, becoming a couple, happy ending.

Concept: Levi is lonely with all his friends gone, so he wants to do something about it. When he reads the local paper, he sees a sweet message written there by you about wanting to have friends now the war is over because you'd lost many by being from Paradis. Levi writes to you and the two of you exchange letters until one day he can't hold back his feelings anymore and visits you.

Levi let out a long sigh as the loneliness took over him again. He missed his friends terribly and had lost so many people. The cadets he trained were okay, but they were so busy with politics while Levi was healing at his new home on Paradis.

He'd been on Marley for a while just so you were being healed up enough to travel. He was happy to be home because he was near the graves of those he'd lost. He even had a garden dedicated to them. He had a nice little tea garden too with herbs and fruit, which he sold to the locals from his home.

Levi was still lonely though.

He grabbed his local paper, then sat in his garden under an umbrella and looked through a few things. He saw that people were positive and glad the titans were gone. Tensions were a little high at people trying to trust each other, but the future was looking a little brighter than it'd been in the past. He stopped when saw a post in the paper.

Hello,

I do not know if anyone is reading this, but I wanted to reach out. The war caused me to lose many friends and family, so I find myself very alone. I moved to the seaside to get some sense of happiness, but there is a hole in my heart still. I know there are other people out there who lost people. I'm here for anyone. My name and address are as follows if you wish to make a friend.

Levi hummed in thought, then limped inside his home and grabbed his paper and pens. He let out a long sigh, then started writing back which started the backwards and forwards writing between you and Levi.

Hi

My name is Levi Ackerman. I was in the war for many years and saw a lot of people die. I too have lost people that I crave to see again. I tried making my home near their graves, as well as make a garden dedicated to them, but it didn't fill the whole they left behind. I'm sorry the war I was a part of destroyed your family. I'm deeply sorry.

Living by the seaside sounds nice. Is it quiet or too quiet? I find the silence where I am deafening. I like the days where there's wind or rain, because some noise is better than no noise.

I look forward to hearing from you.

The conversations were simple and sweet at first, just two people reached out to each other and connecting. Levi and you opened up after some time about your pasts and revealled you both had sad and dark pasts. Once you'd talked about all of that, it soon became sweet and romantic.

Grumpy,

I saw something wonderful today as I gazed out at the sea. There was a tail! It was so beautiful. I looked it up and it seems to be a whale. It's truly amazing how we're discovering so many things now that the borders are open. I wished you could have seen it with me. I am sorry I am getting a little excited, reading as I write I can see I might come off as annoying.

The tea you sent me was wonderful, by the way. I matched it with a lemon and poppy seed muffin and it was perfection. You're ever so talented. I remember seeing you in person once when you went out with the scouts. You looked so troubled. It makes me happy that you are at peace now and creating such amazing delights.

With regards to your knee troubles...I think I have a slight solution for you. Heat helps with joints, so heat up a blanket and wrap it around your knee to ease it. I sent you some ointment I handmade that should help with it too. It's like a heat that gets in deep. You could get a massage somewhere to help.

Yours forever,

Brat.

Brat,

I wish I could have seen the whale too. It would have been nice to be sat on the beach next to you while we have a picnic. Your baking matched with my tea as our food and drink. It would be a delight.

Don't ever call yourself annoying, you're not. I like how excited you get about such wonders of the world. Where we live is full of sad and scared people, but you add such wonder and light. You make me smile so much when you talk about happy things such as discovering whales.

I'm glad you liked the tea. I was excited when it was reading because I just wanted to send it to you right away. You put it with the perfect food as well. I'd love to try your baking some time. I know it'll be the best thing I've ever eaten.

I can't believe you saw me in the past and I didn't see you! I'm sure I would have noticed such a beautiful, sweet and kind woman like yourself. I guess I really was in a full attack mode all the time when it came to the past. My job really did consume me. I am free now, but at what cost?

Thank you for the knee tips. I tried the wrap on my knee and it worked. After I tried the wrap, I then used your ointment and it must be magical creation, because it heated my knee up and soothed it. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me.

I don't know anyone who would give me a massage. I'll just have to stick to your ointment and the hot towel for now.

With love,

Grumpy.

Grumpy!

You are so sweet to me <3 -this is a heart. You made me smile so much from your kind and loving words, you really did. I would really love that picnic to happen. It'd be a dream. I would bake you so many treats for you to try.

I really want to explore your gardens and try the fresh fruit and veg you have. I'd also love to help you in your garden as well. I grow a few things in mine, but it's mostly flowers. I bet your garden is far more beautiful than mine.

You have no idea how hard I blushed at your words. You've only see three photos of me, and yet you call me such wonderful things. It was only once or twice I saw you. I tended to stay away from those outing gatherings. You did look troubled all the time. You are right about freedom. We are all free, but the cost of it was so great.

I'm so glad it all worked! If you need more ointment, just say and I will send more. I do worry about you so much, but I'm glad I helped you a little.

With regards to your knee. If you were here, I would happily massage you. God, I am blushing so hard at writing that. I'm rather fond of you Levi. I'm glad you wrote to me.

Yours forever,

Brat xx

The letters gave you both comfort, but they soon became very romantic and borderline sensual.

Brat,

I can't stop thinking about you. You're on my mind all the time now. I keep your pictures close to me always. I wish I had the real you with me and not pictures, but this will have to do for now. Yet, it won't.

Every little thing I do now I think about you. If I go shopping, I wonder what you would like. When I get up in the morning, you're the first thing that pops into my head. I'm not good at verbally talking about my feelings, but these letters help me really get out how I care for you.

I want to tell you so much, and yet I'm scared it'll be too much and you will be upset. If you broke contact with me, I would break. My life would be empty without you in it. I just want to hold you in my arms. I want to feel your soft lips against mine.

I know my knee plays up and my face is worse since I got my scars, but I still long to take care of you, love you and give you everything you desire and crave. I want to be the man that gives you everything. I love you.

With love,

Grumpy

Grumpy,

My heart only beats for you now. My mind is filled with you. I took only think of you. I long to be with you and take care of you. I want to start a teashop together where you make the tea and I supply the baked treats. I never thought that my add in the paper would lead to such love.

Yours words make my heart flutter in pure happiness. You are so sweet and loving to me that I crave to hear the stammering, flustered and grumpy Captain in person. I want you here with me. I need you here with me.

Don't be scared of your thoughts and feelings. I too feel the same. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to love you like I know I can. I want to feel your lips against mine, and my body. I crave the feeling of your rough hands running over my skin. Such sensual thought plague my mind.

To me, you are the most handsome man in the world. Your scars are beautiful and your knee is perfect. We'll work together to make you comfortable and happy again. I want all the things you want. I want to be with you and I want to make you happy. I love you deeply, Levi. I love you.

Yours forever,

Brat.

Levi had reached his breaking point. He packed his bags with clothes, medical things and as much tea as he could carry. He got onto the train and travelled all the way to the station close to your place. He climbed into a carriage, then paid to go to your place.

Levi was excited to finally meet you, but he was also nervous. He wasn't sure how you were going to react to him turning up at your place without asking. You'd both said in your letters how you longed to be together, so he was hoping that you would welcome him.

He got out of his carriage, then limped down the path to your house. He smiled at the lovely cottage by the sea and prayed that you were real and that the pictures you had sent were not a lie. He wouldn't mind if it was a big hairy man because a friend was a friend, but he wished it was the pretty woman in the pictures.

He came to a stop when he saw you walking from the beach with a basket in your hands. He blushed hard at seeing you. Levi thought you were far more beautiful in person and you didn't talk yourself up enough. He dropped his bags causing you to stop and stare at Levi. You both stared at each other for a bit.

You welled up, then dropped your basket with seaweed and fish in and ran right towards Levi. "Levi!"

Levi shivered in delight at hearing you say his name. He shouted your name and limped as fast as he could towards you. He caught you in his arms when you jumped into them. You both laughed as pure happiness filled you both.

Levi slowly leaned back. "Tch, shit my knee."

You squealed when he fell onto his bum with you on him. You pulled back, then laughed. "Sorry. Are you okay?"

Levi gazed at you and nodded. "I'm perfect."

"But you're knee."

He lightly touched your cheek and enjoyed your warmth. "It's fine. Seeing you and touching you finally is far more important to me."

You leaned into his touch. "I'm so happy you're here."

"I was a little scared you'd chase me off."

"Never!"

You launched yourself at him and kissed him. You both fell back onto the floor as you tangled your hands into his hair and Levi's hands roamed your body. You nipped his lip, then moved your tongue with his. Your body began to vibrate with need and you both knew very well that it wouldn't take long before you were naked in your bed.

You pulled back and laughed. "Sorry. Let's get you off the floor." You got up and helped Levi to his feet. "I'll get your bags as well."

Levi blushed hard, then he noticed you were blushing as well. "I'll carry some as well." He picked up the heaviest bag, then walked with you to your house. "It's better than you described."

"The kissing?"

Levi laughed a little. "Yes, but I meant the house."

You blushed hard. "Oh shit, oh...well..." You laugehd a little. "I feel a bit silly. Thank you. I do like my house." You opened the door for him. "Come on in and make yourself at home."

"Thank you." He smiled as he saw how welcoming and comfy your house was. He inhaled and enjoyed the smell of baked goods and flowers. "This is so pretty."

You giggled. "Thanks. So, umm...would you like to share my bedroom with me?"

Levi walked past you. "Is your bedroom this way?"

You laughed at him picking your room. "Yes." You slipped into your room and put his bags down. "You can stay for as long as you like."

Levi limped up to you, then placed his hands on your hips. "You're more beautiful in person." You kissed you and hummed in happiness. "I'm sorry I'm not how I used to be."

You cupped his face. "Are you kidding me? You're so handsome to me. I still love you. The man I feell in love with is the one right in front of me, unless someone else wrote me those letters."

Lev smiled a little. "It was all me."

You kissed him causing you both to sigh. "Then I love you deeply still."

Levi hugged you tightly. "I love you too. So, about your baking."

You giggled. "I made a lot, so you better be hungry."

"I'm starved."

You held his hand and walked with him. "Great!"

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Monster

“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Or

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend ---  but something went downhill.

//

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

.

[viscountessevie]

I think we need to respect that Simone is a private person, and Bridgerton was her workplace. I am private and don’t share much of myself with colleagues. People probably think I’m a snob. I don’t mean to be, but sharing is just not in my comfort zone. I’ve kind of gotten that vibe from the Bton oddness. Whatever it is, SA is an adult. She works. She doesn’t need to be effusively close with co-workers.

Okay so I'm pausing 'grave dancing' (as Rahul Kohli puts it) for a moment and we're back to our usual programming!

So I put these all together - though I was going to end with the very top one because I honestly have nothing to add and it pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole thing - because they are all very similar in sentiment as to how Simone is very professional, private and has been in the industry for a while and is doing just fine.

Pretty much I have nothing to add on that front and am letting all these anons speak for themselves!

The last two are also very similar for the cast feeling protective of CC which I understand we're all trying to make sense of their social media behaviour but I really think we should just stop you guys. They already made their bed and decision on who to 'support' in a sense of their likes and comments, that's on them.

I just want to sum up my last post on this with these poignant quotes and points all my anons on this post brought up:

Anon 1: I think we need to respect that Simone is a private person, and Bridgerton was her workplace. I’ve kind of gotten that vibe from the Bton oddness. Whatever it is, SA is an adult. She works. She doesn’t need to be effusively close with co-workers.

Anon 2: Simone Ashley is an adult who has survived in a tough industry this long. She’s doing fine. We all need to remember that.

Anon 3: Simone seems to be not as active and keeps it strictly professional.

And of course the main point I’ve been parroting across all my posts and of course this is all of your choices to do so and I am no way policing your Internet time, just some good ole advice from your Non-Binary Pal: 

Time to set a firm boundary with yourselves to Not look at the cast’s social media activities (likes and comments) 

It’s their business who they want to hype up with their likes and comments, I cannot give a single fuck anymore I already know where they stand so no point bringing it anymore in my opinion. Also on top of all the dramas we get every day (did yall see Regé’s post yall?? Just wait I have a post coming on that!), we do not need add this to that. 

[Got a little long; direct replies to Anon 1 & 3 along with me setting a new boundary on this blog below!]

[Let’s all just look at JQ making a fool of herself again - did yall see this dumbass repost a bookshop doing their best labelling all the books with the spouses BUT THEN FUCKED UP WITH GREGORY AND PUT HERMIONE INSTEAD OF LUCY??? JQ’s laundry list is getting too long I don’t think I can keep enough to make that recap post kjshhasd.] 

Before I end this off I want to reply directly to Anon 1&3 (cos 2 you said all there is so thank you so much for your ask!): 

To Anon 1 - Babess you’re just private and I promise you’re not snobby at all! If your co-workers think that, that’s on them! I dunno when we all got to a point where everything needs to be shared everywhere tbh. Life and Film School especially has lately been teaching that I need more boundaries in my life between the different parts - hell even on here. 

To Anon 3 - Her new projects are coming babes!!! I think once TLM starts promo and she can talk about it more, more of her projects are gonna be announced. You know what they say, when it rains it pours. As for ‘angel bean’ Jonny, I do like him and admire his work,,, I realised something that I will address in the Regé post but let’s just say that the realisation has made me side eye the extent of his support of Simone. I still like him - not so much love anymore but yeah again learning to engage with celebs a normal amount. I’ll talk more about it in a bit! 

Anyways ending this with boundaries: I hope you guys find it in you to want to set the boundary I said above ^^ and as for me I would like to set a new boundary as well. As much as I want to listen to all of your views and asks, I am extremely burnt out by CC asks so I please ask that we no longer discuss her on this blog. Yes, I’ll reblog an odd photoshoot of her or an Eddie gif when I’m missing Bookwina but I don’t really wanna talk about her via asks! [Everything I’ve wanted to say on my stance on her is in this masterpost as well as this previous ask where I mention I still do admire her as an actress.]

Oh and comparison asks like the string of these that we had over this week. I have said multiple times, I hate hate comparing them. CC getting the hype doesn’t diminish our love for Simone or her talent!!

Thanks for reading yall and for sending these asks in! Hope you understand my new boundary and respect it!!