#hey kids let me be your cool granola aunt

[jmflowers]

I’ve become a more “granola” human bean during all this extra time alone

today I chopped up garlic scapes to preserve in oil, harvested rhubarb from my garden, made the first (of several) batches of strawberry jam,

and now I’m enjoying a sandwich of sourdough bread we baked yesterday on the farm, hummus, ham, and tomatoes and lettuce I grew myself

[spilled-some-blood]

Deal’s A Deal

Freddy Krueger x F.Reader

Welcome to Charlie at 2 am writing for the Freddy fans instead of working on their job application because they don’t make good life choices

Summary: In which Freddy Krueger meets a child who seemed unfazed by him, ending in a strange bond over the years.

You opened your eyes, your hands brushing against cold stone ground. You swore you had fallen asleep.

Glancing around, it felt all to real, and yet not. Were you lucid dreaming?

That was perhaps the most possible explanation, you were in a dream. That makes sense.

You stood up off the concrete floor, leaves were piled around you. It was dark, still night time and there was a fog in the air.

You had begun walking to the exit of the alleyway you were in before a shadowed figure appeared ahead, walking towards you.

The sounds of screeching metal rang through the alleyway, and you were heavily confused.

Then the figure became more clear the closer he edged towards you. Strolling to you casually.

You didn't move, staring at the man with a frown as he came into view, making out the details.

A striped green and red sweater like one's your aunt would buy you for Christmas. Interesting choice, but you did like the feature of a fedora. You always thought those were cool.

"And who are you?" You rose a brow, intrigued buy the fact his skin... it was burned you guessed, or radiated.

"Your worst nightmare." He cackled, only a few steps away, and you took notice of the claw-like blades.

"That does not answer my question." You reply unfazed, catching him by suprise.

He walked closer, leaning down and his eyes met yours. "Freddy Krueger." He grinned, bringing the claw up infront of your face menacingly. "Are you not scared? I could kill you right here and now." He states, one of the blades brushed against your skin in a small prick.

"I've... seen scarier." You then state with a grimace to the fact. "And this is a dream, it's impossible to hurt me in such a state."

"You're much different from other seven year olds aren't you?" He says with an irritated look.

"Obviously." Was your reply before staring at him. "I'm eight, get your fucking facts right."

He raises a brow, "have not met a kid who swears." Bending down to meet your eye again.

"You pick it up after a while." You shrug. "And like I said, this is a dream." You roll your eyes, brushing past him to walk out the alleyway. You wanted to explore this strange setting. "So where are we?"

"Elm street." He scoffs, following after your smaller form. "You're not scared of me?" He asks for more confirmation.

Your eyes turn to him, widening when his eyes roll back, going into his head and bugs begin to pour out from the empty sockets. You shivered, yet you weren't afraid.

You saw him clench a hand, pulling a centipede from his eye before the eyes just roll back.

"That's disgusting, not scary." You snicker when he scowled, enjoying making him annoyed. You moved away from any bug that did try to crawl at you.

He grumbles something incoherent, and you turn back to continue your stroll, unfazed by his preformance.

You turned down the street, walking down the sidewalk

"Are you real?" You asked, then added; "like... do I know you in real life? I've heard that people you see in dreams you've met in real life."

You ask, curiously.

"I'm very real." He says in a tone that speaks menacing. Though he still follows you. "This is our first meeting."

You pause, turning your head to glance at him. "You say that as though it will not be our last."

"It won't." He states, and you eye him before turning your attention back to exploring the darker version of Elm street.

•▪°○°▪•

Like he had stated, it was not your last meeting.

You thought he was calling bluffs when you thought he couldn't hurt you physically, until he proved you wrong.

It was a single small cut on your arm, it hurt like a bitch. You'd tell him repeatedly, still thinking it'd be gone when you woke up.

But once again you were wrong.

You awoke with a hiss, feeling a warm liquid seep into your shirt. You opened your eyes to the dimly lit room, and saw the cut on your arm, still completely real.

You were wrong.

So you had turned more cautious. Not scared, but cautious of his actions.

And yet, he hadn't killed you. Or caused any more harm to your being, after seeing him be so smug as you confessed you were wrong.

Days of seeing him in your dreams turned to weeks.

Nothing in your strange relationship has changed, it seems as though you tried to get reactions from each other.

There was always that one night when he has always tried to scare you, to make you fear him.

In every situation you always said the same thing;

"I've seen scarier."

And them weeks became months.

Months to a few years.

•▪°○°▪•

You came home, groaning in frustration as you heard your parents fighting in the living room, again.

You snuck past it, not wanting to be thrown into the mess.

You had homework to do, senior year of high school has not been so easy for you. Although you could celebrate in some ways.

You were almost 18, a legal adult. Eventually you could leave this prison of a house.

You were never scared of the man named Freddy Krueger, because you didn't have many fears.

You have seen scarier, scarier than guts and blood, scarier than bugs or spiders.

You had grown up independently, unable to rely on your parents for even a single drop of support your life. They had always fought, and if they didn't fight one or the other would verbally abuse you.

You supposed it was an immunity you had created after such a long duration of exposure to their toxicity.

You didn't even know why they hadn't choosen to divorce.

Seeing Freddy every night in your dreams always reminded you he was the only possible "friend" you had.

It kinda hurt to admit it.

You were well aware of his past when you did your own research (- not snooping around or anything -) at the age of 13. A child murderer.

So why didn't he kill you?

Years past and yet you still ask this. Were you special in some way where he decided to spare you?

You snicker, probably not... though it doesn't answer my question.

He had found out about your life in the waking world when you were 14, breaking down as soon as you woke up in his realm. It had been because your father genuinely looked like he was about to hit you, so pent up in rage it's image was scarred into your memory.

They had never tried to hit you before.

It was the first and only time (so far) that Freddy had seen you in such a weak state. You hadn't let it happen again, regaining your lost composure.

You went into the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar before silently running upstairs.

You evening consisted of studying and homework, eating the granola bar as soon as you sat down.

You fell asleep late, exhausted, and hungry (by the fact you missed dinner, knowing they'd be downstairs.)

"Wakey wakey, sugar-tits."

"That's a new one, when'd you think of that?" You roll your eyes as you get up off the ground.

Freddy watches you amused from where he stood. "You look more mentally drained than usual." He comments.

"Yeah, no shit. My parents are fighting again. And I had to deal with school." You let out a groan, sinking down onto a white wooden bench. He sat next to you, fedora tilted down to shadow his eyes.

To say you had gotten used to his appearance was an understatement. It felt natural to simply sit down and talk, like you two had always been.

You haven't been more comfortable around anyone else.

Which was a funny thing considering your friend was a killer.

You turned, laying back against Freddy with a sigh. "Can't wait to finally move out from their house."

You felt him chuckle, "why not let me kill them?"

"Because, I might be seen as a suspect. I'd rather move out, wait for a year, and maybe I'll ask you to kill them."

"Sure sure." He waved it off, slinging an arm around and layed it on your stomach casually.

You both stayed silent, and you had began to fall to a deeper slumber from your dream state, and he let you sleep the rest of the night dreamless.

•▪°○°▪•

You stood at your locker placing your binder and pencil case inside, and took out your small money purse and jacket from the metal box before closing and locking it.

You'd be getting yourself lunch today from a café close by. Knowing you have enough to buy yourself a small muffin too.

You slipping on the jacket; you walked outside, humming a melody you had heard in your dreams. You're sure it was from the little kids you saw every once and a while sing it.

It was actually very catchy.

You were stopped by the gates of the school yard. Of course, (B/n) and her gang steps in to ruin your day.

"Hey there (Y/n)." She snickers, stepping into your personal space.

"What do you want?" You ask, eyes narrowing before continuing your hum quietly.

She holds a hand out, "you'd be owing us some food." She smirks, eyeing the small purse.

"I believe I don't." You mutter, stepping to the side, though she mirror's your action. "Sucks makeup isn't edible, then your inside' could be as "pretty" as the out." You snicker when her face goes red, frustrating her was always as fun.

You were pushed back, still snickering as you hit the ground, fortunate that the layer of snow numbed the fall.

"I don't owe you shit." You grin, eyes challenging her. Perhaps you should ask Freddy to... take care of her for you, after all she has been harassing he freshmen too. She deserves it.

And everyone dies, why not have her date a little closer?

She clicks her tongue, "whatever, you're probably broke as shit anyway."

You laugh again as she along with her proxies walk away back to the school, and you felt her glare at your back as you got up.

Brushing off your clothing you walked off, towards the café with a smug look. I'll definitely bring her up to Freddy... you mentally noted.

You entered the warm café, the warm fuzzy feeling pooled in your stomach. You felt more at home here than at your own house.

"Afternoon," you greet the older woman at the counter, she was the closes thing to a big sister for you. The best family member you could ask for, and she's not even related to you. "Sandwich and tea, please." You tell her, scanning the various flavours of muffins. "And one of those please." You add, pointing to the most appealing.

She chuckles, "what kind of sandwich do you want?"

You grin, "suprise me."

She shrugs with a smile, holding a hand out. "$12.53," she says, looking at the cash register.

You hand her fifteen, muttering a small, "keep the change."

She smiles at you gratefully, and turns to make your order. "How are your studies going? I've told you before you can always come to me for help." She says as she brews your tea.

You shrug, the place was empty other than a few other teens sitting at tables, eating or chatting away.

"It's alright." You answer, then continue; "I promise that I'd come to you for help, I just get a lot on my plate right now."

The 23 year old woman nods, adjusting her dark brown hair pulled up to a ponytail. You had already planned on asking if you could move in with her for a while before getting your own apartment. So you could get on your own two feet.

She passes you the tea over the counter, and you wait as she brings your sandwich and muffin.

"Thank you," you say with a small smile that she returns.

"No problem, your signature spot is still reserved over there." She pointed to the table with two chairs by the window.

You nod, walking over there with your lunch and sat down. Listening to the music from the small speaker in the café as you ate quietly.

After lunch you left the café with a farewell to your "big sister."

You continued with your classes through the afternoon, taking the chance to go to the library when school ended.

You didn't mind going home late, your parents didn't really notice unless they needed you to do something.

You went to a secluded table near the corner of the whole library. You studied, and when you were done you decided to read one if your favorite series of books.

Due to your lack of sleep, you must've fallen asleep cause you felt a familiar set of claw-like blades dancing along your back from where you were hunched on the table.

"Freddy." You mumble with a yawn.

"Falling asleep in the library now? Maybe you should hold back on the late-nights, sugar."

You raise your brows, both a smile and a smirk grow on your lips. "Is that concern I hear?"

You watch him roll his eyes, "don't let it get to your head." You laugh, which makes him grin with amusement. "I'm pretty serious though."

You hum with the nod if your head, "I've been wanting to ask of a favor from you."

"Oh?" His eyes get a mischievous gleam. "And that is...?"

"A small group of bullies at my school, I was hoping you could maybe get rid of their leader? (B/n)?" You smile, not one of pure happiness and innocence. "Seeing their leader dead will most likely have them scrambling." You hum in thought then add; "and if not, I hope you don't mind me asking for you to kill the rest of them?"

He let's out a chuckle, taking the seat next to you and crosses his legs. "What'll I get in return?" He hums, leaning closer and tapping his cheek.

You raise a brow, snickering. "Yeah yeah, okay. Do me that favor though?"

"As long as I can bring this "(B/n)" along with a friend of hers, I'll be letting the other one escape."

"To what? Spread your name?"

"That's exactly it." He replies, laying back. "You'll be there to confirm it." He smirks making your brows knit, and a small scowl grow.

"Your making me join in on whatever nightmare your making for them?"

"Aw sugar, you read me too well." He teases - or is it mock? Either way it has you rolling your eyes with your scowl loop to a grin.

"Fine, I'll go along with this plan of yours." You agree, "now can you wake me up before I get in trouble?"

"No problem, sugar. See you in your dreams."

•▪°○°▪•

You walked down the street, looking around for any sign of the two Freddy would be dragging into his dream realm.

You never really had someone else in your dreams other than Freddy. So it may be interesting for a change to experience it. A part of you was giddy, though another part was nerve-wracked. While the thought of being blamed for the weird occurrence was exciting, you did not want to be in huge trouble because of it.

"Freddy?" You call out, starting to get irked by the fact he nor anyone had shown up.

You heard a loud shriek from afar, your heart jumped and you ran towards the scream with adrenaline.

Even if you couldn't be so easily scared, you did for a fact enjoy seeing others scared.

You skidded to a stop as you turned at the sidewalk corner.

(B/n) stood there, petrified as bugs started to crawl up her legs from holes in the ground around her. Her friend stood a meter away, staring wide eyed at the scene.

You whistled, impressed, of course insects would work on someone like (B/n).

"(Y/n)?!" She screeched, "fucking help me!" She commanded, making you cross your arms with a smirk.

"Awh, (B/n) don't you remember what happened erlier today?" You reminded her, almost jumping when a snake was placed around your shoulders. It's face moved infront of yours, peering at you with curious eyes before its tongue slithered out to tickle your nose.

"Frederick." You acknowledge, feeling a hand press to the small of your back, though you didn't move your eyes from the fact (B/n) hasn't stopped staring at the bugs.

Another shrill scream left her lips as she tried to shake the bugs off, jumping up and down.

"Why are you doing this?!" Her friend cried out to you and your companion.

"I'm not the one who's causing it, deary." You smile bitterly.

Freddy moves from your side to them, circling them like a shark. A low and dangerous chuckle left his mouth, tipping his fedora.

And in a quick blink, he vanished.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you."

Oh dear, here he goes again. You smile with a chuckle, the tune was far too familiar to you.

Two girls skip out from the front yard of a decaying house.

"Three, four, better lock your door." Instead now they began to skip around the two, their faces were blank.

"Five, six, grab a crucifix."

You pet the snake around your neck, waiting in enjoyment as fear flooded of their forms.

"Seven, eight, you better stay awake."

They giggled before continuing, the cement around (B/n)'s feet began to crumble away. Her incoherent yelling was silenced when centipedes crawled into her mouth. You saw her friend gag, trying not to throw up.

"Nine, ten, Freddy's back again."

She let out a loud scream, the ground decaying under her feet and she fell down into the darkness. Her screams echoing until the ground regenerated itself.

The bugs melted into a thick substance, pooling together.

"Would you look at that..." You were grateful that Freddy hadn't killed her in a gory mess infront of you. You walk up to (B/n)'s friend, crouching down infront of her.

"Tell them Freddy Krueger is back in town, will you?" You booped her nose, looking up at Freddy who crouches behind her.

She turns her head back slowly, eyes wide with fear as Freddy leaves a deep cut into her arm with his claw.

A dark laugh left his lips when she screamed, scrambling away. So with the snap of his fingers, she disappears in a cloud of smoke. What you guessed was she went back to the waking world.

You stood up after placing the snake on the ground, letting it slither off into the fog.

"That went more smoothly than I expected." You commented with a grin, sparing a glance at Freddy.

"All planned, sugar tits." He replies, turning you to him. "Wheres the trade, hm?"

You roll your eyes, "yeah yeah, a deal's a deal." You peck him on he cheek, grinning when you didn't miss the slight disappointment that flashed in his eyes. "Somethin' wrong, Freddy?" You played coy.

"Damn fucking tease."

You laughed, not expecting those words. "Indeed I am... though I thought you'd know that by now." You hum, "deal's a deal, what do I get if I do that?"

"The enjoyment." He grumbles, grabbing your collar and pulled your lips to his.

You snickered into the kiss, he wasn't entirely wrong.

•▪°○°▪•

You walked through the school yard, glancing at your watch. You were on time, had some minutes to spare too.

"You!"

You blinked, turning around 180 degrees and stared at the accusatory finger of (B/n)'s friend. The familiar face you saw in your dream stared at you in horror and clear fear.

"What was that?! (B/n) is dead." She said, far to loud than necessary.

You raise a brow, faking a frown. "Is... is that so? I apologize for your loss."

Her brows knit, "no... you were there, in my dream with her and that - that Freddy guy!"

Your face contorted to confusion, "I was in your dream?"

"Yes!"

"I'm pretty sure dreams can't be shared," you start your lie, "and plus, I don't remember dreaming at all last night."

From how her face changes, you could already hear the sounds of Freddy's laughter as you try to hold hers in.

"Then Freddy! Who's Freddy?! It was his fault then!" She bursts, stomping towards you.

"Look... I think you're being a bit loud on this," you glance around at the various students who stared. "I don't know who this "Freddy" is, perhaps try and search him up?"

Her face goes red, and you weren't sure if it was from embarrassment or anger, but she walks away, muttering under her breath with clenched fists.

You were far to amused, and the rest of your day was unbothered.

•▪°○°▪•

"I should thank you," you smiled genuinely, toying with the glove he treasured so much. "It worked out perfectly."

"All planned," he grinned leaning back against the couch cushions.

"Mhmm... all planned, you sure?" You nudge his arm, slipping the glove onto your own hand.

"You think I don't always plan ahead?" He raises a brow, tipping his fedora and turned your head to face him.

"Oh, I'm sure you did." You chuckle, before your lips could touch, you grabbed his fedora and jumped off the couch. Placing it on your head and snickered at his expression, taking him aback.

"Where is the fun if there's no real chase?" You smile wide.

•▪°○°▪•

Thanks for reading if you did -Charlie

[spoooky-bee]

ACCEPTING ANXIETY, Part 1/2: Excepting Anxiety!

[Thomas]: Uh, hey…uh- this is Thomas, and, uh--this is usually where I start off, uh- by saying something quick and witty to begin the video. Yeah.

*logo*

[Thomas]: So yeah! Another video. This is awesome! Oh wait, actually, I usually start off this video by saying “What is up, everybody!” But you know, I don’t actually hear your responses. And, strangely enough, I’m not concerned about consistency today. You know what I wanna talk about? Eatin’ food. Or you know what, actually? Maybe about that TV show I just watched. Or maybe I should just watch another TV show and eat some food. That’s it. Alright, until next time. Take it easy, guys, gals, and non-binary pals--

[Logan]: Uh, if I may… I’m going to step in for a second.

[Thomas]: Ahh, Logan’s here, so I probably did something wrong.

[Logan]: What? No. You just seem to be a little… uncharacteristically… careless.

[Thomas]: Hm. I hadn’t cared to notice. Ah- pfft, that’s it, there it is, that’s what you were saying.

[Logan]: Yes… I mean you tend to start the video with at least some sort of direction before the inevitable internal conflict.

[Thomas]: They do usually follow that story arc. But, maybe, that’s a good thing. You know, like, changing it up.

[Logan]: No. I mean… maybe. I don’t know, you’re confusing me. I think I have a vocab word for this. Uh. You good, fahm?

[Thomas]: Wow. That was bad, but like, you’re a really good try-er, Logan. You’re really good.

[Logan]: Thanks.

[Thomas]: ...If anybody, like, texted me… ooh!

[Logan]: Thomas, you didn’t answer the question.

[Thomas]: Your question about whether or not I’m good, fam?

[Logan]: That’s the one.

[Thomas]: You’d probably know if something is up because you usually provide, you know, the explanatory exposition in my videos because all the other characters are too zany or relatable.

[Logan]: Okay, I’m at a loss here. Should we check on the others?

[Thomas]: If you want.

[Logan]: I do. I do want… that. Are you going to-

[Thomas]: Morality! Creativity!

[Roman]: Wow. Rude.

[Patton]: You too cool to call us by our names, kiddo?

[Thomas]: Nah. That was just the easiest way to, you know, quickly establish what you guys generally represent, in case there are any new viewers watching.

[Logan]: Jeez. Okay, I- consider taking a more nuanced approach with that explanation next time.

[Thomas]: He’s my logical side. He’s my logical side.

[Roman]: Uh… is everything Gucci, Thomas?

[Logan]: I suppose I could’ve posed the question that way as well, but that is precisely why I wanted you two here.

[Patton]: You mean us three?

[Logan]: Oh, did I say three?

[Patton]: No.

[Logan]: Then I guess I didn’t mean three.

[Patton]: He’s made mistakes before.

[Logan]: An uncommon occurrence.

[Patton]: Well then you might say the amount of mistakes you’ve made is... infinitesimal?

[Logan]: You make ONE MISTAKE, and THIS is what happens!

[Roman]: Okay, time out for thee and time out for thee, focus on issues or focus on me.

[Logan]: -groans- Okay, you’re right. Let’s get down to business.

[Thomas]: To defeat…

[Thomas and Roman]: The Huns!

[Logan]: Please stop. Stop, please.

[Thomas]: Come on!

[Roman]: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

[Thomas]: Mulan!

[Logan]: Thomas, that aloofness that you are displaying is highly… unproductive.

[Thomas]: You mean I can’t make babies? What? Just kidding. Uh...

[Logan]: Can someone else please- some whe- le- Flames. On the side of my face. See- Seething… Seething fire.

[Patton]: Is something bothering you buddy?

[Roman]: An unattainable dream? A hopeless romance?

[Logan]: Lack of sleep, a- a puzzling situation.

[Patton]: Having trouble with adultery?

[Thomas]: Oh yeah, you always say that instead of ‘becoming an adult’ or ‘adulthood’. As if you didn’t know the troubling definition of the word you’re using, which actually means, you know, when a-

[Roman]: Wait! Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.

[Patton]: Well, I don’t know what you two are talking about, but something definitely seems to be off.

[Thomas]: You keep saying that, but honestly, I’m good… fam.

[Patton]: Now, don’t you go shortening the word family by cutting out my three favorite letters: I L Y.

[Logan]: Okay, well, Patton definitely seems to be doing okay. How ‘bout you, Roman?

[Roman]: Let’s see, uh… Disney references, regal appearance, general awareness that I’m better than you two… Uhh, I’m feeling pretty good.

[Logan]: Then what could be wrong here?

[Patton]: Boy, you both always act like you know all the answers… So, it’s surprising that you keep overlooking something so simple.

[Roman]: Oh, is that so, Patton? You're so cute.

[Logan]: And, uh- what might that be?

[Patton]: Where is Anxiety?

[Logan]: Hmm, do you honestly think it’s necessary to have him here?

[Roman]: To offer his mopey, dopey input? I- I don’t like him.

[Thomas]: I’m still hungry.

[Logan]: No- No.

[Roman]: S-Stop him. Stop him!

[Thomas]: *Singing to himself while looking in the kitchen*

[Logan]: Thomas, this is highly… -sighs- We can’t afford these detours… anymore.

[Thomas]: Ooh! I found some granola!

[Roman]: We’re try- we’re doing a- we’re doing a vid here, buddy.

[Logan]: Alright. Well, at least it’s something healthy.

[Roman]: Thomas, isn’t there a more important thing that you should be focusing on right now? Oh, you’re just getting it all over the carpet, aren’t ya? Alright, well…

[Logan]: Wh- What if you have guests over?

[Thomas]: That wouldn’t happen for a while so it’s not really a big deal.

[Patton]: Well, he’s definitely inviting some ants over. -chuckles-

[Logan]: Just aunts? No uncles?

[Roman]: Can you at least- Can you take off the hoodie? Like, you look like a hot mess. Nay, not hot, cool. Nay, not cool, uncool. An uncool mess.

[Thomas]: If you want me to. *takes of hood revealing very messy untamed hair*

[Roman]: Oh, dear, sweet MOTHER of hairbrushes, what IS your hair?!

[Thomas]: I’m just letting it do it’s thing.

[Roman]: There’s a… lot of viewers that are going to see you like this so-

[Thomas]: Eh, they’ve seen me on better days, so it evens out.

[Logan]: You know, Thomas, I don’t know if that makes sense.

[Patton]: You have kind hair.

[Thomas]: Oh, thanks I guess.

[Patton]: Kinda hair that grows on a dog’s butt! *laughs*

[Thomas]: That’s probably an accurate comparison.

[Roman]: Ugh, just put your hood back on.

[Thomas]: *snaps his fingers* You’re the boss, Hoss.

[Roman]: What does that even mean? I’m not… Hoss. I’m Prince Roman. Ugh, okay. Well, better bring in Count Woe-laf. Any input is better than what Mr. T is contributing.

[Thomas]: Roman brought the clever nicknames to the table, I brought the oats and honey clusters to the table.

[Roman]: Put them down!

[Thomas]: Okay.

[Logan]: Fine. Let’s get him in here. Anxiety? Hm. That’s odd.

[Roman]: He’s probably listening to that PG-13 music again. Anxiety! *tries to summon Anxiety* Ugh. How dare he? What?

[Patton]: Now, now, try to be a little more loving. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Anxiety! Come on up here, kiddo. Come on up here so everyone can see that cool makeup! Welp, love has failed me.

[Thomas]: Ho-ho-ho! That can be applied to many instances in my life. The first being-

[Roman]: Steady now, Thomas. Are we really going down that road? Uh, you usually don’t like talking about that kind of stuff.

[Logan]: You’ve got no shame.

[Patton]: Definitely not much of a filter.

[Roman]: Yes, and no fear…

[Logan, Patton, and Roman]: You have no-

[Thomas]: I have no anxiety, is that what you guys are trying to say?

[Roman]: Okay… Well, he also has no sense of tension build-up. That’s disappointing.

[Logan]: This is very disconcerting.

[Roman]: I don’t know. Shouldn’t a lack of fear be a good thing?

[Patton]: -gasp- Roman, I’m surprised at you.

[Roman]: What?

[Patton]: Anxiety can be a gloomy goober sometimes, but he’s still one of us.

[Roman]: Is he though? Check it out. Morality, Logic, Creativity. We three, are the most important facets of Thomas’ personality. Plus we all contribute a little extra stuff too. We got along just fine without him in the first two Sanders Sides videos.

[Logan]: He may not have had a physical presence, but he was always there within Thomas, to some extent. And he contributes more than what you credit him. Plus, he too, may represent more than just anxiety, even though it is a significant part of who he is.

[Roman]: Even still, I just don’t see why he’s necessary. If Anxiety is gone, what do we have to lose?

[Thomas]: I don’t fear death.

[Patton]: Wow.

[Roman]: So, you’re super brave. That’s good.

[Logan]: There’s a difference between bravery and acting without caution. Think fast! *Chucks a laptop which hits Thomas in the back of the head*

[Roman]: Oh, my- sweet Cole Sprouse, what-

[Thomas]: That really hurt. Was that a laptop? That, like, hurt real bad. Woah…

[Logan]: Unalert, and without his natural defensive reflexes. Yes, it seems that Anxiety has officially clocked out.

[Roman]: Okay. Well, he can work on that.

[Logan]: Thomas, did you remember to lock your motor vehicle earlier today?

[Thomas]: I probably did, I’m not sure, but probably.

[Logan]: Weaker memory.

[Roman]: Wh- that’s not a symptom of a lack of anxiety.

[Logan]: Not directly, but with the anxiety over leaving his car unlocked… Thomas always double checks to make sure, securing that memory in place.

[Thomas and Patton]: I doubt anyone will go looking through my [his] car- oh my gosh [goodness]!

[Patton]: You just see the best in people.

[Logan]: But he can’t always afford to.

[Patton]: Ugh, yeah… I guess you’re right.

[Thomas]: Well, it sounds like I’m in trouble or something.

[Roman]: No, it sounds like these two are worrying too much.

[Logan]: That’s the thing- is anyone among us worried?

[Patton]: It’s because he isn’t worried and that doesn’t seem right, Roman.

[Thomas]: Princey’s never liked Anxiety, that’s his problem!

[Roman]: That’s not true.

[Thomas]: Mmm…

-flash back-

[Anxiety]: Hey there, Princey.

[Roman]: Ohhkay, I can’t stand that guy.

-switch flashback-

[Roman]: (as Valerie) I’m trying REALLY hard not to like you right now.

-switch flashback-

[Roman]: Still don’t like you.

[Anxiety]: What was that?

[Roman]: Uh- chim chim cheroo!

-switch flashback-

[Roman]: To offer his mopey, dopey input? I- I don’t like him.

-end flashback-

[Roman]: Oh, now your memory works… That’s convenient.

[Logan]: It is interesting to note that Patton and I have both had our moments of seeing eye to eye with Anxiety… But you seem to remain resolute as ever in how you perceive him.

[Roman]: Look, I am the dreamer, and the one BIG thing that gets in the way of pursuing any new adventure, is fear.

[Thomas]: *holds up a pair of jeans* Took my pants off!

[Roman]: Why?!

[Patton]: Hey, now.

[Thomas]: No one can see, I don’t care.

[Logan]: Yup, we are getting your anxiety and shame back. I cannot deal with any more of this ridiculousness.

[Patton]: You put them back. Right now.

[Thomas]: Alright, fine. Well, if Anxiety’s not here, where is he?

[Roman]: Ugh, probably in his room.

[Thomas]: His room?

[Logan]: Technically, it’s the corner of your mind that you go to if you wanted to enhance your anxiety, for some reason… Or if you wanted to cathartically indulge in typically troubling emotions. Think, “the mind palace,” but specifically for Anxiety.

[Roman]: Where else do you think we come from? Where do we go?

[Patton]: Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?

[Thomas]: So, you all have one? Oh, my goodness- more stuff I’m learning about myself. Uh, I’d rather go to Patton’s. Can we go there?

[Logan]: Nope. We need to go to Anxiety’s room to check on Anxiety. This is the priority, do you remember what we just... were talking about?

[Thomas]: Ah, okay.

[Roman]: So we’re all going to Anxiety’s room? Who knows what THAT tragic kingdom looks like? Hhmm…

[Patton]: Are you going to join us on this Thomas? ‘Cause we need you to get us all there.

[Thomas]: Yeah, it sounds fun or whatever.

[Logan]: Ohhkay. I thought I would like you without your… never-ending assembly line of predicaments, but this is truly, truly bothersome.

[Roman]: Just focus on the things that would normally make you anxious. That is the corner of your mind where we need to go. It may be difficult to go down that road-

[Thomas]: Got it.

[Roman]: ...Yeah, okay. There is no drama in this today.

[Logan]: Ugh. Into the unknown. Here we go.

[Patton]: ♪ Again on my own, going down Anxiety’s corner in Thomas’ mind… ♪

[Thomas]: Oh, I guess I’m doing this too. This is new.

-in Anxiety’s room-

[Thomas]: Woah. -chuckles- I knew I should’ve taken that left turn at Albuquerque. *snaps his fingers*

[Logan]: Uh, no. This is where we needed to go.

[Thomas]: I know, I- it was- it was just a- uhm… a joke.

*To be continued Guys, gals, and non-binary pals…*

*end card*

[Roman]: Wh- are- are you serious? A cliffhanger for a YouTube video??

[Logan]: Highly unusual… and frustrating.

[Patton]: Oh, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. How long do we have to wait?

[Logan]: According to Thomas’s schedule, just a couple of days.

[Patton]: Yay! And knowing Thomas, he’ll get this video out when he says he will, right on time.

[Logan and Roman]: Riiiight…

Oh my stars. I read this whole thing btw. I didn't actually expect you to do it. Dang.

[ohlovelywar]

Raise a Little Hell Part Two

Series Masterlist 

warnings: mentions of infinity war spoilers, swearing, mentions of death

Summary: A familiar face suddenly appears in Peter’s life as he tries to deal with the after math of what happened on Titian. 

Queens, New York Wednesday 7:00am

An obnoxious beeping sound broke through Peter’s dream, jolting him awake. He hissed as a sharp pain ripped through out his body, reminding him of the rough beating he endured just hours before. He stumbled out of bed, attempting not to cause any further harm to his already sore body. He gave his injuries a quick glance in the mirror; numerous purple bruises adorned his pale skin. Nothing too major. Thank god for being enhanced. He grabbed his light grey sweatshirt and denim jeans, dressing himself before hesitantly opening the door.

 He knew May was going to kill him for the current state his body is in. She hated anything that had to do with danger, fearing that she might lose the only family that she has left. Peter’s pastime was no secret to her. Not since the one afternoon where she opened his bedroom door to find Spider-man.

 “What. The. FUCK?!” May’s questioning voice pierced Peter’s ears once his head was freed from his mask. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he tried to come up with something, anything to say to his aunt.

 “Heeeeyyyy Mayyy. Didn’t see you there,” Peter slowly turned around to face her, nervously chewing on his lip and messing with his hair. A nervous laughed made its way out of Peter’s mouth as he tried to read his aunt’s expression.

 Hurt. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Rage. Panic.

 “You have some explaining to do mister.”

 “I know. I know. Just, please, don’t freak out.”

 She scoffed at the young boy. “‘Don’t freak out’? ‘Don’t freak out’! Peter, you have been RISKING your life for MONTHS now. And you’ve kept me in the dark for all of it!”

 “May..”

 “No, do not ‘May’ me! Peter, the minute you came into my life and stayed with Ben and I, I swore to keep you safe. And this,” she gestured at the Spider-man costume on his back, “this is EXACTLY the opposite of what I swore.”

 “I know May, I know. I just...I wanted to keep you safe.”

 “Peter...”

 “No, hey. I listened to you so you listen to me, okay? What if...what if something bad happens to you? What if someone tried to hurt you? What if you ended up in Uncle Ben’s shoes?” his voice cracked at the mention of his late uncle. May’s eyes began to tear up.

 “I’ve lost everyone May. My mom, my dad, Uncle Ben. I’m not losing you too. I can’t lose you too,” he broke down. May instantly wrapped her arms around the boy she loved and raised as her own, crying with him.

 “You won’t ever lose me Pete...I’m always going to be here, okay?” She rocked them back and forth, just as she had done when he was little and the nightmare would cause him to wake up screaming, when he would cry for his dead parents, when the bullies at school would get too much, just as she did the night that Uncle Ben died in front of his very eyes.

 “I just don’t want anyone to go through what we have gone through,” he snuffled, his voice muffled by May’s shoulder. She sighed, knowing that he was right. The two have survived some very hard times. And, if there was someone with Peter's abilities that was able to help the two of them when they needed it most, she would have been begging on her hands and knees to them, pleading for help.

 “You’re too good for this world Peter.” Fear radiated off of her. She knew people wanted to hurt the masked web-slinger, her nephew, her son, her Spider-man.  She hugged him tighter, afraid that someone or something would rip him away from her at any second.

 “I love you May.”

 “And I love you too Peter. Please, be careful. I only have one of you.”

 “I will. I promise you.” And Peter always was. Until Titan.

 Peter really didn’t want May to see him like this. Sure, there have been worse fights with worse injures. But, ever since Titan, even the smallest scratch on Peter would have May spiraling. He knew it was just as hard on her as it was on him. But he also knew that he couldn’t just ditch Spider-man. There were people out there who needed him. And he was going to help them. He took a deep breath before entering the kitchen, mentally preparing himself for the long scolding May was sure to give him.

 "Morning May," he greeted, trying to play it cool.

 Maybe if I don't draw her attention she won't notice.

 "Morning Peter...Oh my god!" She dropped the glass of orange in her hand. The plastic cup hit the hardwood floor of their two-bedroom apartment a loud clink. Peter winced; the loud sound setting off the pounding in his head. "What the hell happened to you?!"

 "Just some big guys tried to steal some money it's fine," he tried to convince her.

 "No, it's not fine. You have a black eye, a busted lip, you look like you haven't slept... And that's just what I can see!"

 "May seriously. I'm okay. I-I had some help."

 "Oh," she straightened up. Peter was very stubborn and hard-headed. It was rare that he asked for help, but she sure was glad. "Did Tony send somebody?"

 "No, actually. Maybe? I don't, I don't really know." He racked his brain, trying to remember what little he saw of platinum haired girl.

 "You got lucky. Those guys aren't so easy to take down."

 "Well, I'm glad you got help. Just, please be careful Peter. You're my kid."

 "I will May. I have to get to school."

 "Here," she tossed a granola bar and brown paper bag that contained his lunch at him, "say hi to Ned and Mj for me."

 "I will. Bye, love you!"

 "Love you too!"

 And with that, Peter took off for his regular school day.

 The entire subway ride to Midtown, Peter tried to remember the black figure that saved his skin last night: platinum blonde hair, almost white. Bright blue eyes. Pale skin, maybe even paler than his own. Her voice held power, you could tell she means business. And yet, it was kind, and welcoming. It held concern and genuine care. It all seemed so familiar. Peter knows he's met this girl before. But who is she.

 The subway came to a stop, pulling Peter out of his thoughts. Here goes another day.

 Peter weaved his way through the crowd of rambunishous teenangers, trying not to bumpd into anyone. He let out a sigh of relief once he made it to his locker and exchanged the items in his backpack.

 "You're NEVER going to guess what I got!" Ned's excited voice suddenly appeared next to Peter's ears, making him jump slightly.

 "Oh really?" He smirked at his friend. "Not another Star Wars Lego set?" The girls next to them snickered, causing Peter to roll his eyes. What's wrong with having a little fun?

 "So close yet so far. It's an Avengers Lego set," he smiled with pride at his friend. "And it happens to include our favorite masked hero." Peter looked at his friend.

 "No way," a small smile tugged at his lips.

 "Uh-huh," Ned held up the tiny Lego Spider-man, proving to his friend that the world thinks he's an Avenger now. Peter tried to hide his excitement as best as he could.

 "I'm a Lego now?!" he whispered to his friend, a smile completely taking over his features.

 "Yup!" Peter laughed, a sense of pride took over. The world thought he was a hero.

 "Man, life is crazy when you're a super hero."

 "It sure is. Oh! May says hi."

 "Aw! I love May. She's like my second mother. You know?  Of course you know, shit wait. I mean.. damn." Peter just laughed at his friend. Instead of feeling hurt, he found it funny.

"Come on," he closed his locker. "we have chemistry."

Over in the principal's office, a rather intimidating man sat across the principal, his bored teenage girl seated next to him. She tapped her black converse on the ground, trying to distract herself from the scene in front of her.

 "I just want her to be safe, you know? After all, some pretty messed up shit happens in New York," he leaned back, taking a drag of his cigar. The principal gulped.

 "Yes yes of course Mr.."

 "Tsk, that's 'Sir' to you."

 "Yes...sir. Safety is our top priority." The teen rolled her eyes. Her dad always intimated everyone. She was rather tired of it. She mentally cursed herself for pulling her hair up into two space buns, leaving her nothing to fiddle with as the man in front of her squirmed under her father's stare. She picked at her long, cat like nails. Why couldn't her dad just...be normal?

 "Well the paperwork is all signed. Miss, if you'll come with me, I'll take you to your first class."

 The three stood up. Her dad giving a slight nod to his men in the back of the office. She grabbed her messenger bag from the floor and swung it over her shoulders. Her white long sleeved shirt wrinkled underneath the strap of her school bag. She straightened out her black dress that laid on top of her long sleeve before following her principal out the door. Her father and his two men began to walk towards the exist of the school while the girl walked further into the building. The principal was confused; he had never met a father and daughter more disconnected. He shrugged it off as he walked the girl to her class.

 Peter and Ned sat next to each other in chemistry, bored out of their minds. Their friend, Mj, sat in the table next to them, without a partner, reading her poetry book instead of paying attention to the board. Not like she needed to anyways; chemistry always came easy to her. A knock on the door suddenly interrupted the lesson as everyone in the classroom looked at the door.

 "So sorry to interrupt," The principal stepped through, a girl followed him, looking around the room with a sense of wonder. "Class, I just wanted to introduce the newest member of Midtown School of Science and Tech.: Felicia Hardy."

 Peter froze. He knew that name, and all the memories that came with it.  

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*Drops new OCs and runs*

I would apologize for this, but at this point I just have to accept it XD 

Shoutout to @taylor-tut and @emeraldthread for helping me with my characters

“Jenna, you’d better be dying,” Cassie says into the phone, eyes never leaving her notes.  

She’s been cramming for this stupid test for weeks now, and she’s panicked over it. She’s given her sister and friends strict instructions not to call her unless someone is bleeding or dying, and she’s slightly irritated she’s getting a phone call at all.

“I need a favor,” Jenna rasps, her voice sounding like she’s been screaming all night.

Cassie looks up in surprise, her pen falling onto the page, “shit, you sound awful, I didn’t actually mean that. Are you alright?”

“Children are germ factories.  Emma had this last week and I thought I had escaped it, but...ugh, it’s miserable,” she coughs.

Cassie winces, “so what’s this favor you need?”

“Em has soccer practice in like...an hour? Could you take her?”

“Jenna,” Cassie groans, “I have to study-”

“I know, I know, I just... James is still out of town, and I’m exhausted...and I could honestly use a nap.”

Cassie chews on her bottom lip, “how long is her practice?”

“Hour and a half.”

“Okay,” Cassie mutters begrudgingly. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Thank you,” Jenna breathes, “wait, you don’t have to be here for like forty five minutes.”

“But you’re sick...do you still need to get all of her stuff together?”

“...Shit...yeah.  I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Dude, you never forget things.  Ever.  I hated you for it when we were kids.  Are you okay?”

“Uh...I might be running a fever...I don’t know...I just feel really out of it.”

“Damnnit,” she hisses, slamming her textbooks and notebooks shut, “yeah, I’m coming over.”

“Okay,” Jenna mumbles, “see you soon.”

When Cassie gets to her sister’s house, she walks through the door and then stops in her tracks when she sees what a mess it is.  The last time her house was this messy was three and a half years ago, when Emma was born. “Uh...Jen?”

“AUNTIE TASSIE!” Emma shrieks in excitement, running into the room.  She flings herself at Cassie, who catches her with ease and then wraps her up in a tight hug.

“Bug!” Cassie cries happily, burying her face in the three year old’s neck, “oh, how I’ve missed you.”

“Are you here to play with me?”

“Yeah! I’m going to take you to soccer, and then we’re going to go have dinner, and then I’m going to bring you back and we can play all night, how does that sound?”

“Good!”

“We’re going to have so much fun. Maybe we can make cookies, too.”

“YEAH!”

“Now, where’s your mommy?”

“Momma feels yutty,” Emma says, making a face, “she’s in her bed.”

“How about you play for a little bit so I can go see her?”

Cassie kisses her cheek and then sets her down before she goes in search of her sister.

“Jenna?” Cassie says, walking into her bedroom.  

“Oh, hey,” she croaks, blinking at her tiredly.

“Not feeling so great, huh?” She asks, climbing onto the bed next to her.

“No...I’ll be fine, though,” Jenna sighs, snuggling up to Cassie and resting her head on her shoulder.

Cassie presses a hand to her forehead, “mmm...you’re burning up.”

“I figured.”

“How long have you been sick? Because your house is a disaster.”

“A few days...I miss James.”

“I know you do...but hey, I’m here,” she says, brushing Jenna’s blonde hair out of her face.

“You have to study.”

“I know, but I can study tonight when you’re asleep.”

Jenna sniffles, “you’re sure?”

“Oh absolutely. I’ll help you with Emma, I’ll take her to dinner afterwards...I’ll give her a bath and put her to bed.  The whole nine yards.”

“That would be nice...do you know how hard it is running around after a three year old when you feel like death? Pretty damn hard. I really think this is how it ends, I think I’m actually dying.”

“Alright, drama queen.  Are you done whining, or should I pull up a chair?” Cassie smirks.

Jenna looks at up her, unamused, “well I’m glad that my misery is so amusing to you.  Love you, too.”

“What do you need? Have you had any medicine lately?”

“Uh...no.”

“You’re a nurse, and you haven’t taken any medicine?”

“Just because I understand the importance of it, doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it.”

“You’re hopeless. Medicine still in the same spot?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles, eyelids drooping.  

She manages to get Jenna drugged up and her temperature taken (101.2, not terrible, but not great, either).  

“Alright, I’m going to go get her stuff together-”

“Her bag is in the garage...she just needs some water...her water bottle is in the cabinet. Make sure you put it in the Cinderella one or she’ll lose it.”

“Cinderella water bottle.  Got it, I’ll do that, and then I’ll take her.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Her coach is hot, you should definitely bang him.”

“What the fuck, Jenna,” Cassie laughs, rolling her eyes.  “You’re married.”

“Yeah, I know, but I meant for you.”

“I’ve already resigned myself to being a crazy cat lady.”

“But-“

“-I’ve been single my entire life. I just honestly don’t think that it’s in the cards to get a boyfriend,” she says, sadness seeping into her tone, “but it’s fine. Just have more babies, I’ll be the cool aunt.”

Jenna goes into a coughing fit, and then lets out a croaky groan, “yeah, okay...James and I want another, by the way, so you might get your wish soon.”

Cassie grins, “hopefully the next one is a boy.”

“Mmm...James wants a boy, too...I don’t really care.”

Cassie grins, “alright, well I’m going to go. We’ll be back in a couple of hours. Get some rest, text me if you need anything.”

*

“Toach Tay Jay! Toach TAY JAY!” Emma squeals, running ahead of Cassie.  

She looks up to see Emma jump into the arms of a man who was so attractive, she had to take a literal, physical step back.

Who the hell actually looks like that?

When Cassie finally makes her way to her niece (and her super hot coach), she’s slightly out of breath, and she can feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

“Hiya, Emma!” He chirps happily, hugging her tightly before setting her down.  He looks up at Cassie, and inhales sharply once before standing up straighter, “hey...I’m uh...Keegan-KJ...you can call me either.  You must be her aunt...Jenna texted me she was sick and you’d be bringing her. Is she alright?”

She nods, the movement jerky as she tries to get herself under control, “yeah, she’ll be okay, she’s just not feeling well.  Um...I’m Cassie.”

“Uncle, Keegan,” a little girl about Emma’s age says, tugging on his shirt.

He crouches down to her level, “what’s up, Lex?”

“I’m hungry.”

He chuckles, “you’re hungry? You just ate on the way over here.”

“I know, but I’m hungry.”

“Your mom packed you a granola bar, it’s in your bag. Why don’t you and Emma go over there, and I’ll be with you guys in a second.”

Once the girls run off, Keegan turns his attention back to her, and her heart skips a beat.  

“Sorry.  Nice to meet you...you can just go sit on the bleacher with the parents...uh, not sure what your sister said but it’s about an hour and a half, and uh...yeah,” he says anxiously, shooting her a nervous smile while he rubs the back of his neck.

As Cassie watches the practice, she grows more and more (irrationally) agitated.  Who gave him the right to be so cute (and good with kids)? What was the fucking catch? Because there has to be something.  

He probably has a super hot girlfriend, because guys who look like that - jawline that could cut diamonds, high cheekbones and smile lines that are enough to make her melt...brown eyes the color of melted chocolate - aren’t single.

He’s fairly tall, (compared to her, at least), and is built eerily similar to Captain America - broad shoulders, muscled arms and back, slim waist - and Cassie realizes that Jenna wasn’t kidding.

He is hot.

He’s just...exactly her type, and her type always has a significant other.

She wants to think he’s an asshole if he’s not taken, because honestly, there’s no other explanation.

She tries to focus on her studying, but she finds herself staring at Keegan.  He meets her eyes often, and everytime he does, she looks away as her cheeks flush.

Get it together, Cassie, she thinks to herself, staring down at her notes in frustration. So what if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life...so WHAT? He’s just a person, and nothing is ever going to happen, so stop it.

Practice comes to an end, as do her stupid, self-loathing thoughts, and she looks up with a smile as the tiny blonde with uneven pigtails comes running at her.

“Hey, bug! Are ya hungry?”

“Yeah, can Lexie and toach Tay Jay come, too?”

“Uh...yeah, I...yeah, I guess I can ask.”

When Cassie makes no indication that she’s going to move, Emma pulls on her hand with both of her’s, “let’s GO, auntie.”  

She groans.  Now she has to talk to him?

“Hey, um...K-keegan?” She says, walking up to him.  He turns around, and when he sees her, a huge grin spreads across his face.  

“Cassie, right?”

“Yeah, uh...I’m taking Emma out to get some food, and she was wondering if you and Lexi would want to come?”

“Yeah, we’d love to.”

“I’m hungry!” Lexi squeaks from beside him.

“And Lexi is down, too, I guess,” he chuckles, putting a hand on top of the brunette’s head.  He looks down at her with a grin, “babe, you’re always hungry.”

Once they figure out where they’re going, and Cassie gets Emma all loaded up in the car, she dials Jenna’s number.  

“Hey,” she croaks weakly into the phone.

“Hey...how’re you doing?”

“Uh...I’ve beend better...really dond’t feel well...s’finde, though.”

“You sound worse.”

“Condgestiond is worse, but I feel about the sambe.”

“Did you get any sleep?”

“A little...I’mb mbostly just layi’gg ind bed watchi’gg mbovies.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Ndah...how was her practice?”

“It was fine.  I’m taking her to get some dinner, you want me to bring you home anything?”

“Ndo, I’mb ndot that hungry.”

“So, soup?”

Jenna sighs in exasperation, which turns into a nasty sounding coughing fit, “I guess.”

Cassie winces, “you sound really bad, Jen.”

“I’ll be finde.  I think I’mb goi’gg to go back to sleep.”

“Good plan.  We’ll be home in a little bit.”

“I’m pissed off at you,” Cassie snaps at Jenna later that night, pacing the floor at the foot of the bed with her hand on her hips. Emma has been asleep for half an hour, and Cassie has been obsessing over this ever since they left the restaurant.

“What? What did I do?” Jenna croaks, confusion lacing her voice.  

“You did this to me...you made me...have a crush on a stupid guy.”

Jenna grins, propping herself up on her elbows,  “I told you.”

“Why can’t he be an asshole,” Cassie whines.

“I’mb sorry...you wandt himb to be onde?”

“Yes, because it would make it easier when we don’t work out,” She groans, flopping down face first onto the bed. “His girlfriend is probably beautiful and nice and just...ugh.”

“Aww, dond’t be like that.  He’s single, I asked.”

“He’s what?!” She cries, looking up.  

“He’s...single? I dond’t understand what your problem is? Amb I mbissi’gg sombethi’gg?”

She groans, “he’s cute, and nice, and funny, and good with kids, and he’s studying to be a doctor...and now you’re telling me that he’s single? He’s too cute to be single.”

“Alright, but you’re single, and you’re the mbost gorgeous persond I’ve ever mbet.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles, going red.

“How was dinnder? Did you guys hit it off?”

“I don’t know...he’s really easy to talk to.”

Jenna grins tiredly, “Emmba loves himb.”

“I know, which makes it worse.”

“And you said I was drambatic.  Dond’t you have to go study?”

“...yes.”

“Good.  Go do that.  We’ll talk about this mbore whend I wake up, because as mbuch as I would love to condtindue this condversationd, I’mb exhausted.”

She groans, “yeah, okay.  Do you need anything before I leave?”

“Ndo,” she mumbles.

“I’ll be right downstairs if you need something.  Just text me or something.”

“I kndow that law school is stressful, but thank you so much for helpi’gg mbe with Emmba.”

“Don’t go getting all emotional on me,” Cassie teases gently when Jenna’s eyes start watering. “Of course I’m going to help you, I love you guys.  And how many times have you dropped everything to help me out? Just feel better, okay?”

Jenna nods, drifting to sleep.  

As much as Cassie wants to stop thinking about Keegan (things never work out with guys she likes), because she has to focus on studying for her test in the morning, she can’t help it. Her thoughts drift back to him every few minutes, making it impossible for her to focus.

And she knows she’s doomed.  

[littlej097]

Klaine Advent: Example

Summary: Kurt and Blaine’s daughter gets involved with some girls who are not setting the best example for her. 

Mornings were hectic for the Anderson-Hummels. With three teenagers trying to get ready for school at the same time, things often got crazy. “Guys! You better hurry. You’re going to be late.” Blaine yelled upstairs. He was frantically slapping together sandwiches and shoving them into brown paper bags. Kurt had long gone to work...some kind of button emergency at Vogue. Caleb, their fifteen year old son, came down first.

“Dad, can I have twenty dollars?” he asked.

“What do you need twenty dollars for?” Blaine asked, still frantically making sandwiches.

“The science club is getting t-shirts and I really want one.” the boy replied. Blaine, who was running out of time, whipped out his wallet and tossed it at his son.

“Here. Only twenty though.” he replied.

“Thanks Dad.” Caleb said, before going to the cabinet and grabbing a granola bar.

Blaine knew Caleb was a good kid. He was their low maintenance kid and didn’t often ask for things. His sisters on the other hand...they were another story. Penny came down next. She was frantically writing on a folder, obviously still trying to finish her homework. She sat the folder down and immediately went to the coffee pot and poured it into her travel mug.

“Pen, coffee is not breakfast.” Blaine scolded.

“I’m too nauseous.” the teen replied. “I have a huge physics test today and I’m so going to fail it.”

“Honey, you’ve studied for that test. You’ll do just fine.” Blaine told her as handed her a brown paper bag lunch. Penny had always been the overachiever. Her confidence level however didn’t match her skill level. He and Kurt tried to encourage her as much as they could, but ultimately Penny was her own worst enemy.

“Where the hell is Charlie? She’s going to make us late again!” Penny replied, as she fumbled through her backpack, looking for her car keys.

“Calm yourself down.” Charlie replied as she came down the stairs. “I’m ready.” Blaine took one look at his daughter and practically had a heartattack. She was wearing skin tight black jeans that had holes in the knees and a purple crop top that exposed a huge portion of her midriff. The worst thing however was the large diamond stud sticking out of her belly button.

“What on earth are you wearing?” Blaine asked, desperately trying to keep his cool.

“An outfit.” the fifteen year old replied.

“You better get your butt upstairs and change into something that covers you up. And, you better take that stud out of your belly button before your father sees it and has an aneurysm.”

“But Dad! This is cute and it’s what my friends are wearing!” Charlie screeched.

“I don’t give a damn what your friends are wearing. You are not going to school dressed like that. Now get your butt upstairs and change before you make yourself, and your brother and sister late for school.” “You suck! I hate you.” Charlie yelled before stomping upstairs. When she got there, there was a loud slam that the other three Anderson-Hummels assumed was her bedroom door. Blaine let out a long sigh. Charlie was the reason why he was already finding gray hairs on his head.

“She’s literally so dramatic. I’m surprised that she’s not biologically related to Aunt Rachel.” Caleb said quietly.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? I’m biologically related to Aunt Rachel.” Penny retorted.

“You know exactly what I mean. I don’t know how but somehow you turned out okay.” Caleb replied. Penny didn’t know whether or not to consider her brother’s comment a compliment or an insult. But right now, she didn’t really care. She had a physics test to take. She walked over to the bottom of the stairs.

“Charlie! Hurry up! You’re going to school not the Oscars!” Penny yelled.

“I’m coming.” Charlie replied. “I would have been ready if someone wasn’t so uptight.” she added, looking directly at Blaine.

“You are working on my last nerve, Charlie. If you’re not looking to get grounded, I would go and get in the car.” Blaine replied, gritting his teeth. The teenager rolled her eyes and began walking towards the front door. “Wait, is that my shirt?” Penny asked. “That is! Charlie what the hell??” She left the house while still continuing to yell at her sister.

“Well, this ought to be a fun car ride.” Caleb muttered as he picked up his backpack and followed after his sisters. After all three of the kids left, Blaine took a seat in the living room and let out a deep breath.

“These children are going to be the death of me…” he said to no one.

Later that day, Blaine called Kurt from the house. He really needed a break from the piece of music he was writing for his latest musical.

“Hello?” came Kurt’s voice. He sounded stressed.

“Hey honey,” Blaine said.

“Oh Blaine, it’s you.” Kurt replied. “What’s up?” “Just wanted to check in. Did the button emergency get resolved?” he asked.

“Yeah, we figured it out.” Kurt replied. “So how has your day been?”

“Great since the three monsters we call children left.” Blaine told him. “Your daughter is going to give me a heart attack.”

“Which one? And wait, why is she my daughter now that you’re clearly upset with her?” Kurt asked.

“Charlie.” Blaine replied. “She came downstairs dressed like a-a prostitute this morning. Also, did you know that she has her belly button pierced?”

“Her what?!?” Kurt screeched. Clearly, he had no idea about the belly button piercing either. “I’m gonna kill her Blaine.”

“Not if I kill her first.” Blaine replied. “What are you thinking? 2 weeks grounding.”

“Maybe 3.” Kurt added.

“Well, you get to tell her. I got the brunt of her tantrum this morning.” Blaine replied.

“Fine.” Kurt agreed. “I’m sure it’ll be the greatest part of my day.” he added sarcastically. “Well, I really have to go, babe.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at home tonight.” Blaine said. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Kurt replied before hanging up the phone. Oh the joys of parenting…

Later that afternoon, all three kids got home from school. “Charlie, I wouldn’t go far.” Blaine said. “Papa’s going to be home soon and we need to talk to you.” “Great, just what I wanted.” Charlie replied. “A lecture...not like I get enough of those.”

“Maybe if you’d stop acting like a tramp you’d stop getting them.” Caleb told his sister.

“Oh shut up Caleb!” Charlie retorted. “Just because I’m not a goodie two shoes like you doesn’t mean I’m a tramp.” he yelled before running upstairs and once again slamming her door.

“What is going on with your sister?” Blaine asked. “She’s always been...a bit of a diva, but she’s gotten so out of hand.”

“She’s got these new friends. They’re the cool girls at school and I don’t think they’re setting the best example for her.” Caleb confessed.

“Are they bad kids?”

“Well their not good, Dad.” Blaine sighed. Great, this was all that he needed. As if on cue, Kurt opened up the front door and walked into the living room.

“Caleb, can you go upstairs and tell your sister to come downstairs?” Blaine asked.

“Sure. To the dragon’s lair I go.” the boy added before heading upstairs.

“So, our plan is three weeks grounding?” Kurt asked.

“Sounds reasonable.” Blaine replied. “Caleb said Charlie’s got some new friends that aren’t setting the best example for her.”

“Well, that’s interesting.” Kurt replied. “This child...I just can’t with her sometimes.” A few minutes later, Charlie came downstairs and flopped down on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Well, say it. How many weeks am I grounded for?” Charlie asked, rolling her eyes.

“3 weeks. No going out after school and no internet, unless it’s for school” kurt replied. “And you better get that attitude in check before I add another week. Also, you will take that jewelry out of your belly button and let it close. I don’t want to see it again.”

“Papa! I spent three months allowance on that.” Charlie screamed.

“Well, next time, you’ll think wiser about how you spend your money.” Blaine chimed in.

“You guys are the worst. You;’re so lame and annoying.”

“Keep pushing little girl.” Kurt threatened. “We can dole out more punishments.”

“You might as well. I can’t do anything right anyway.” Charlie replied before running back upstairs.  Kurt and Blaine were at a loss at what to do with that child. No matter how much they tried to talk to her, she just wouldn’t listen.

For the next few days, Charlie remained hostile and bitter towards them. However the breaking point came on Saturday night. Kurt and Blaine were both home cuddling on the couch watching a movie. All of a sudden, Blaine got a phone call. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear.

“Hello?” “Daddy…” came a terrified little voice.

“Charlie?”

“Daddy, I screwed up. I’m so sorry.” she cried.

“Honey, slow down. Take a deep breath.” Blaine coaxed as he sat up from Kurt’s grasp on the edge of the couch. Kurt sat up too, anxious to hear what was wrong.

“I-I went to this party with these girls.” Charlie cried. “I snuck out and I’m so sorry. There’s people drinking and doing drugs and I-I don’t want to be here. Daddy, please come get me. I’m so sorry!”

“Okay, hold on. Give me the address.” Blaine said as he motioned for Kurt to get a piece of paper and a pen.

“Its 3456 West Boulevard in the Bronx.” Blaine wrote furiously on the sheet of paper as his daughter talked.

“Jeez, okay. Honey, I’ll be there soon.” Blaine told her.

“Daddy, please hurry.” Charlie cried and then the phone turned off.

“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked immediately.

“Charlie snuck out to a party with those great new friends of hers and she’s scared and wants us to get her. The party is in the Bronx for god's sake.” Blaine rambled off as he grabbed his coat and car keys.

“I’m coming with you.” Kurt announced. Within minutes the two men were in the car and on their way to the Bronx to get their daughter. When they got to the address, there were people outside on the porch smoking what the two men assumed was weed and beer bottles littered the front lawn. Blaine sent Charlie a text and soon enough, she came running out of the house. She ran directly into Blaine’s arms.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.” Charlie cried into her father’s chest. Blaine held onto her tightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s okay. Get in the car and we’ll talk about this at home okay.” Charlie nodded and wiped her tears and got in the backseat. The ride home was completely silent. When they got home, Charlie sat down on the couch and Kurt and Blaine sat on either side of her.

“Honey, what were you thinking?” Kurt asked softly. This time, his voice wasn’t angry, just very concerned.

“I-I just wanted them to like me.”

“Who?” Blaine asked.

“These two girls, Tasha and Gwen. They’re cool at school and they wanted to be friends with me. They told me the party would be okay. They didn’t say that people would be drinking or that there would be drugs.” Charlie confessed.

“Honey, no friendship is worth compromising what kind of person you are.” Kurt told her. “Your Dad and I know that you’re a good girl. You just need to make better choices.”

“I know. You’re right.” Charlie admitted. “I’ll be better. I promise.” Kurt pressed a kiss to his daughter’s head and Blaine gave her a hug. “I think I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.”

“Okay honey.” Kurt replied.

“Thanks for rescuing me.” she added with a smile. “I guess you guys are pretty cool and pretty good examples for me.”

“Thanks Charlie.” Blaine replied. “You’re still grounded though.” “4 weeks.” Kurt added.

“Fair enough.” Charlie replied before heading upstairs. After their daughter disappeared upstairs, Kurt and Blaine gave one another a smile. She might be dramatic and not make the best choices sometimes, but she was still their baby and they didn’t know what they would do without her.

[aristocratlegacy]

Chapter Sixty-Five: Purge Scouts Retreat

Lucky: “Hey, kids! What’re you guys up to?”

“Eh”

“Nothin”

“Who’s askin?”

Lucky: “Why don’t you kids go outside! Call one of your cousins, you can go and play!”

“Eh”

“No thanks”

“Who?”

Lucky: “This used to be an extended legacy- y’know? You kids barely even know your cousins! Spares are the supporting cast and you only really know Three.”

Chloe:“Vincent”

Lucky: “What?”

Chloe: “The purple kid on our show. Your nephew. Uncle Dusty’s son. His name is Vincent, not Three.”

Lucky: “Oh. Huh. Well, then maybe I’m at fault too! You know what, we should get back to our roots a little.”

Vivien: “Oooh, are we going to get even richer?”

Lucky: “No! I mean our roots. Real roots! Tree roots!”

Pierce: “What...are you saying?”

Lucky: “When I was a kid I was in Purge Scouts with my siblings, and I think it’s high time we get you and some of your cousins together and go on a camping trip!”

Chloe: “....What.”

Vivien: “Literally why?”

Pierce: “I’m busy that day.”

Lucky: “Oh come on guys, it’ll be fun! Won’t it Courtney?”

Courtney: “Camping? You know I can’t go camping, hon, I’m allergic to all bugs. You remember”

Lucky: “How are you a veterinarian? Fine! I’ll be the Scout leader, you stay here and look after the business that we still run, and I will take these kids camping!”

Pierce: “Don’t do this.”

Chloe: “This is a spectacularly bad idea.”

Vivien: “Please think about what you’re saying.”

Lucky: “Yay! Camping trip!”

Lucky: “Alright, Scouts- huddle up!”

Lucky: “Even though we’re all related, let’s have a little refresher on names and relations just in case one person here doesn’t know and thinks it’s been too long to ask.”

Vivien: “Why is she staring at me?”

Lucky: “Alright, this is Lacy and Winston, my big sister Taffy’s kids Lacy is a veteran purge scout and she’s gonna be my second in command out here in the woods, isn’t that right, kiddo?”

Lacy: “Sure is! Instead of a straight intro why don’t we play some getting to know you games?”

Lucky: “Alright, I like that enthusiasm, but let’s hold out on that for as long as humanly possible.”

Lucky: “You all know my kids, Pierce, Chloe, and Vivien.”

Lacy: “What did you kids do to your uniforms?”

Chloe: “Improved them.”

Vivien: “I thought that was obvious.”

Pierce: “We wouldn’t be caught dead in those duds. Lucky: “Nice! I love that creativity!”

Lacy: “Oh, Aunt Lucky, we actually strive to keep our uniforms, well, uniform, and-”

Lucky: “Ugly? Sorry, sweetie, the opportunity was right there. Anyways, moving on. This is Vincent, who’s name I do know.”

Vincent: “So I’m not Three anymore? Nice.”

Lucky: “I was encouraging method acting, don’t worry about it. And don’t tell your dad.”

Lucky: “Last but not least, this is Houston, your Uncle Milo’s stepson.”

Houston: “Hi guys! I’m excited to get to know you guys on this trip!”

Vivien: “Like...I guess.”

Lucky: “So, who wants to go into the woods?”

Lacy: “Oh, um, Aunt Lucky- it’s actually really dark, and the ranger is coming to give us a safety demonstration, we should probably wait until tomorrow to start hiking.”

Lucky: “Safety demonstration? Why? I already know everything I need to know about the woods, I have this swiss army knife.”

Lacy: “Um, right, I’m a certified Scout Big Sister and I just thought-”

Lucky: “Look, honey, I really appreciate your help with wrangling all these kids, but I’m an adult. I’m in charge. Don’t worry about it.”

Lacy: “Actually Mrs. Aristocrat I really think we should-”

Lucky: “Woohoo! Camping! Yeah!”

Chloe: “Lacy’s right, we shouldn’t go out there right now. Can’t we just go to bed?”

Lucky: “Camping! Follow me, scouts!”

Lucky: “So, as you can see here, this is a tree, and this is also a tree….this is a tree too.”

Pierce: “Once again, our mom declares herself the master of a new profession without any training whatsoever.”

Chloe: “I really hope this phase runs its course before this hike is over so that we can go home.”

Vivien: “We could probably work to speed that up, if we try.”

Chloe: “Explain?”

Vivien: “Scare her out of the woods.”

Pierce: “What?”

Vivien: “It’s the middle of the night, we’ve been out here for like an hour- just one of us starts making spooky noises and she’ll turn right around.”

Chloe: “I don’t think she gets spooked much anymore since she died.”

Pierce: “Yeah, when you go to bed she stays up and watches slasher movies. I once hid behind the couch and it scared the shit out of me, but she was laughing the whole time.”

Vivien: “She lets you stay up late?”

Pierce: “Not the point. The point is that once you see your mom giggle at a dude getting double-decapitated and then going ‘pfft. As if you could ever be scarier than the departure from this mortal coil. Fuckin’ coward’, you know for a fact that she could probably wander around the woods at night without getting spooked.”

Vivien: “Yeah…..but have you ever really tried?”

Chloe: “She has a point.”

Pierce: “Does she, though?”

Chloe: “I’m tired and going through a phase. Let’s really let her have it.”

Pierce: “Alright, then. Do we recruit the others?”

Vivien: “Winston is a snitch if I’ve ever seen one, and I definitely don’t trust his sister. Vincent would probably be on our side, and the jurys still out on this Houston character.”

Lucky: “Hey, Lacy,”

Lacy: “Yeah, Aunt Lucky?”

Lucky: “You’ve been a Purge Scout for like 5 years right?”

Lacy: “Yeah.”

Lucky: “Cool, then you’ll know how to get us out of the woods, right?”

Lacy: “What? You haven’t been keeping track of where we are?”

Lucky: “Um...no? I figured, y’know, the birds would guide me.”

Lacy: “Um, what...exactly qualified you to lead this trip?”

Lucky: “I paid for the uniforms. Ok. You take the lead, I’m gonna go distract the kids.”

Lacy: “O-okay”

Lucky: “Aright, Kiddos! We’re gonna play a game called ‘who can find the biggest rock!”

Chloe: “Ew! I’m not touching those! They were on the ground!”

Pierce: “Mooooom- can’t we just go home?”

Vincent: “Yeah, Aunt Lucky, we’re tired!”

Houston: “It’s scary out here!”

Lucky: “We can leave when you find the biggest rock in the forest! Ready, set-”

Scouts: “NO!”

Lucky: “Rocks, keep on looking. Just grab as many as you can.”

Lucky: “Lacy- any closer to finding our way home?”

Lacy: “Maybe? It’s too dark to really tell, maybe we should just set up camp here and wait until morning.”

Lucky: “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve only been hiking for like an hour, we can’t be that far from the house.”

Vivien: “She’s not budging on her own, guys. I think it’s time to try my plan. Pierce, tell me all about that scary movie you watched together.”

Vivien: “Hey mom! How are you?”

Lucky: “Great, sweetie! So great!”

Vivien: “Did you hear that?”

Lucky: “Hear what?”

Vivien: “It sounded like….a chainsaw?”

Pierce: “I hear it too!”

Chloe: “We’re all gonna die!”

Lucky: “Ahhh! Lacy- how do we get out of here? How do we get out of here?”

Lacy: “Aunt Lucky- you need to calm down.”

Lucky: “Everybody- Run! Follow me!”

Lacy: “Stick together don’t run!”

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Chloe:Ok, forreal though you guys heard that loud thump, right?

Pierce: “Yeah, I heard it too.”

Lucky: “Hey guys! Good news- I found the cabin! Bad news, I have a concussion. Beep! Beep! Beep! Follow my voice and you can make it through the forest!”

Lucky: “So...uh...that was…”

Vivien: “Yup.”

Lacy: “Sure was.”

Chloe: “Oh yeah.”

Pierce: “Does this mean we can go home?”

Lucky: “Maybe. Everybody, go to bed, let’s recap in the morning.”

Vivien: “Yikes.”

Chloe: “Yeah.”

Vivien: “I mean, it was enough- right? She’ll definitely take us home tomorrow and never make us go camping again, right?”

Chloe: “Oh yeah. Mom gives up on everything. I saw her get bored making breakfast the other day, and the just turned the oven off, ate a granola bar, and walked away.”

Vivien: “So...you don’t think I should go hide under her bed and make ghost noises all night?”

Chloe: “Is that you doing that at night all the time?”

Vivien: “Not always!”

Chloe: “Unbelievable.”

Vincent: “Why can’t we just go hoooome?”

Pierce: “She’ll take us home before breakfast, and we’ll get Dunkin on the way, I promise you.”

Lacy: “So these main legacy folks sure are…”

Winston: “A whole lot to deal with?”

Lacy: “I was gonna say extra, a word I have never used or felt the need to say before today.”

Winston: “So extra.”

Lucky: “Morning kids! Breakfast!”

Kids: “Mornin…”

Lucky: “So last nights nature hike got a little out of hand. It was a little longer than I anticipated. But today it’s light out and we’re gonna go for a walk and look at some plants?”

Chloe: “What?”

Pierce: “We’re not going home?”

Vincent: “But it’s raining.”

Lucky: “And you all have raincoats!! Let’s go campers!”

Vivien: “I told you, Chloe. I told you I should’ve hid under her bed.”

Chloe: “You were right.”

Lucky: “See, kids!? It’s not so bad!”

Lacy: “It’s thunder and lightning, I don’t know if it’s safe…”

Lucky: “Lighten up kiddo! Get it? We’re going fishing!”

Lacy: “That’s definitely not safe.”

Vincent: “What if we just…”

Pierce: “Would she notice?”

Vincent: “We could try.”

Lucky: “See, kids? Fishing is fun!”

Vivien: “No. It isn’t.”

Lacy: “Everybody is wearing rubber boots right?”

…………………….

Chloe: “Can we go home now?”

Lucky: “Not until we catch something!”

………

Vivien: “Fishing straight up sucks.”

Vivien: “I caught something!”

Lucky: “Fucking finally, uh, I mean...let’s go make a campfire!”

Chloe: “What?!”

Lucky: “S’mores and roasted fish! Yay!”

Peirce: “How…”

Winston: “I don’t think you can cook a fish that small.”

Chloe: “Wet s’mores. Yay.”

Lacy: “Aunt Lucky, can we please go back to the cabin?”

Lucky: “Fine. Fine! I try to make this whole thing fun, even though we got lost-”

Vivien: “We were lost?”

Lucky: “And even though it rained- all you guys wanted to do was stay inside and play on your phones!”

Vivien: “You confiscated our phones when we got here!”

Lucky: “But who cares, because nature just isn’t fun. We know that now. So c’mon, let’s go back to the camp.”

Vivien: “Finally!”

Peirce: “Mom, wait.”

Chloe: “What the hell are you doing dude.”

Peirce: “It is fun let’s just… all have one wet s’more before we go in. Since mom worked so hard?”

Lucky: “Thank you, Peirce.”

Peirce: “I love you, mom.”

Chloe: “I didn’t realize how cold I was until we were inside by the fire.”

Vincent: “If you think about it, we could’ve just had s’mores inside.”

Lacy: “That’s a fire hazard.”

Lucky: “Vincent, you are so clever, let’s do that right now!”

Lacy: “No!”

Lucky: “Right. Scouts, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I got a little overzealous today.. It was a real Aristokids situation, wasn’t it?”

Chloe: “Definitely.”

Lucky: “Well, we can go home tomorrow, and I think that we, at the very least, had quite an adventure.”

Vivien: “That we will never go on again.”

Lucky: “Absolutely not! Cheers!”

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That’s all for now! Thanks for reading- and if you liked it, leave a comment!!!

Also- if anybody wants me to upload the custom scout uniforms I made I can do that, I just want to make sure that somebody actually wants it before I do lol