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thunder-jolt · 1 year ago

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Every Incorrect Quote/”Based on Vine” with my Go Nagai Linkers; Sayaka, Mirai, Qiao, Rosita, and Hyeong...

Qiao: WHAT THE HELL KIND OF BULLSHIT?! EXCITEMINT MY ASS!

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Sayaka: Are you hungry right now?

Rosita: Not at all.

Sayaka: REALLY?! I’m SO hungry!

Rosita: Then you should probably eat. (I’m sure there’s a restaurant nearby...)

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*Just Dance by Lady Gaga plays, Mirai Asuka drives in, and lowers the music’s volume*

Mirai: It’s Britney, bitch.

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Qiao: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Hyeong: I, shaved my eyebrows.

Qiao: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!

Hyeong: I don’t know.

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Sayaka: Violets are blue, Roses are red-

Hyeong: *sees Enma-Kun’s death* YO, HOLY SHIT HE DEAD!

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Mirai: Photobombing is so 2014, stop it YA STUPID, FUCKING DINOSAUR!

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Sayaka: Story time! *introduces the Go Nagai Linkers* Only one of them can strike the mightiest of poses.

Mirai: *tries her best to pose*

Rosita: *poses like a female sports star*

Hyeong: *does a split*

Sayaka: Oh shi-

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Rosita: I DON’T WHAT YOU’RE ON- *Hyeong burns an evil corporation’s building, full of people inside* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! YOU BETTER STOP! STOP!

Hyeong: Woah!

Rosita: BITCH STOP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!

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Sayaka: I love you!

80s Devilman chibi: I rove rou!

Sayaka: I love you!

80s Devilman chibi: I ROVE ROU!

Sayaka: I love you!

80s Devilman chibi: I ROVE ROOUUU!

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Hyeong: Hey, you sell crack here?

Mirai: Hm. I wish, but no.

Hyeong: Oh.

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Some girl: So is this gonna be a thing? Me and you?

Hyeong: Uhhhh...

Some girl:

Hyeong: Uhhhh...

Some girl:

Hyeong: MY DICK FELL OFF!

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Mirai: You wanna make out?

Sayaka: No. (Not right now...)

Mirai: *internally crying* Me neither, I wanna go to sleep. *snores*

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Rosita: Hi, welcome to Chili’s.

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Devilman, roasting Shadius: His hair? WACK! His jewelry? WACK! His foot stance? WACK! The way that he talks? WACK! The way that he doesn’t like to smile? WACK! Me? I’M TIGHT AS FU-

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Rosita: Every kiss starts with K!

Ryo Asuka: Actually, every kiss starts with consent.

Rosita: Go back to your linker, Mirai. *sprays water*

Ryo Asuka: God damn it-

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Hyeong: Hey girls, and Qiao! I’M HOME!

Rosita: Oh how ni- OH GOD!

Qiao: What in?

Mirai: Oh fu-

Sayaka: Eheheh... Uh, Hyeong? Who or what’s that you got there?

Hyeong: *sipping a boba while holding a leash that holds a giant-ass centipede* A boba! And I got Jo-Jo-Joey!

Rosita, Sayaka, Mirai, and Qiao: *unsure* Uh-huh...

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Ryo Asuka, seeing it all go down in Singapore and seeing Shadius: I’m disgusted. I revolted. I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior: Go Nagai, AND THIS IS THE STUFF WE GET?!

Qiao: I just had a burst of energy and I think it's my body's last "hooray" before it completely shuts down...

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Rosita: They're right there.

Mirai: What the fuck is this?

Rosita: Watch your profanity...

Mirai: (replaces Mirai's voice for Ryo's dub voice from the 80s Devilman dub) I don't give a shit.

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Rosita: *walking* *turns her head* Hazzzt!

One of Hyeong's Yokai (in this case; a Kappa): *sitting on a stack of boxes*

Qiao: Is- Is it real?

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Hyeong: *to Mirai, in an argument* WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, MIRAI?! NO, SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!? STEP THE FUCK UP, MIRAI!

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Sayaka: How do I start this darned thing?

*Devilman No Uta plays*

Mirai: Man Sayaka, I've been having a bad day- Oh my god, it's our song! IT'S OUR SONG!

Sayaka: *screeches demonically*

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Rosita: Hyeong, get out of the tank.

Hyeong: You ain't my mummy.

Rosita: Get out of the fricking tank, I am your mum. (Mum-figure I may add.)

Hyeong: You ain't my mum.

Rosita: I'm your mum, get out of the ta-

Hyeong: I'M IN A TANK, AND YOU AIN'T!

(this continues before Mirai decides to take the "ordering people out of things" business)

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Hyeong: *narrating, as a tanuki walks in* You got this, Tanny, make him wait for it... Boom.

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Sayaka: Mother-trucker, dude! That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

Qiao: Watch your profanity.

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Qiao: Rose, they following me, Rose! THEY'RE FOLLOWING ME!

Rosita: OH, OH WHO'S FOLLOWING YOU?!

Qiao: *points to Hyeong's moth yokai* The moths!

Rosita: THE MOTHS?!

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Hyeong: Woah- WOAH! HAHA! HURRICANE KATRINA! More like Hurricane Tortilla~

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Mirai: *beating up a Despairus (Despairiuses is plural, right?)* HATE THIS THIS DAMN ASS BITCH DESPAIR! FUCK THEM! *continues beating it up*

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Mirai: *opens up gift, to see it's an empty book* It's an empty book. Thanks...

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Hyeong: *seeing Sayaka's demon form, amazed* HELL FUCKIN' YEAH!

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Hyeong: OH MY GAAAAAAAAWD! A TORNADO IS FORMIN'! BYE!

Hyeong's Yokai: *demonic screeching* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Hyeong: But we're going shopping!

Hyeong and her Yokai: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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Qiao: When I say "slavery", you all say "sorry", SLAVERY!

His classmates: Sorry.

Qiao: *internally* It's okay.

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Mirai: *slides across the ice to the reader/self-insert* Good evening.

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Hyeong: I have an idea, imagine this but-

Rosita: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCK!

Hyeong: OH MY GAWD! A SNAKE!

The rest of the Go Nagai Linkers: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

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Hyeong: Back at it again at Krispy Kreme. *does a backflip, breaks sign*

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Rosita: Who wants to get crazy for NEW YEARS!?

The Linkers: YEEAAAAAAAAAAH!

Sayaka: *breaks glass bowl full of ornaments* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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Rosita: Welcome to my kitchen... We have bananas and avocadoes...

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Hyeong: The cheese OF TRUTH! *whaps cheese on newspaper* Immigrants cause cancer...

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Qiao: Toss me my keys.

Sayaka: *throws printer* *printer shatters*

Qiao: I said my keys.

Sayaka: I thought you said printer!

Qiao: Why the fuck would I say printer?

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Qiao: *narrating about the 80s Devilman chibi* Even the chibis are one of the most dangerous creatures in the world, so I built this cage to keep them secure so there's no possible- *80s Devilman chibi escapes* Oh my god-

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Mirai: This demon child is definitely on crack right now...

Hyeong: *ball bounces on her head* Yas! *ball bounces on her head again* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

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Sayaka: Look it. Look it! It's frickin' bats! I love Halloween.

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Hyeong: MIRAI!

Mirai: *stares deeply into someone's soul* *dabs*

Hyeong: OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

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Sayaka: Wait, oh yeah, wait a minute, Mr. Postman.

Qiao: Yeeeeeee...

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Hyeong: Heheh, what're you doing?

Sayaka: Dancing.

Hyeong: There's no music playing.

Sayaka:

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Hyeong: *about to prank the 80s Devilman chibi* Hey, I shoved that ball down my pants.

80s Devilman chibi: *drops ball in fear*

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Mirai: We all die, either kill yourself or get killed. *dances* Whatchu gonna do? *dances* Whatchu gonna do?

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Sayaka: *Akira Fudo through Sayaka* Honestly, I don't remember, I was probably fucked up. Yeah, I was crazy back then... Ehehehehh...

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Hyeong: Get to Del Taco! They got a new thing called "Fre Sha Vacado" FRE SHA VA-!

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Meanwhile, the links...

Cutie Honey: Enma-Kun, your speech is so good!

Enma-Kun: OHIDIDN'TEVENREALYTRYTHATMUCH,IT'SJUSTALLIMPROVEAND-

Devilman: OH MY GOD, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TAKE THE FRICKING COMPLIMENT, AAAAAAAAA----

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Kouji Kabuto: Yo, Enma! You want some? *passes an empty can*

Enma-Kun: This bitch empty! YEET! *throws can*

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Devilman: I wanna see my lil boy!

Sayaka: *holds the 80s Devilman chibi* Here he comes!

Devilman: I wanna see my lil boy!

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Rosita or Cutie Honey: Let me see what you have!

Hyeong or Enma-Kun: A KNIFE!

Rosita or Cutie Honey: NO!

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80s Devilman chibi: Who-Ah... Whuah?

Devilman: What does that say, Devi-bi?

80s Devilman chibi: Whuah?

Devilman: NO!

80s Devilman chibi: Whuah?

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Kouji and Devilman: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Kouji: That’ll be the last time-

Devilman: NO! DON’T LET GO!

Kouji: I’M DYING! I’M DYING-

Kouji and Devilman: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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Devilman: So bored...

Enma-Kun: I wish Kouji’s here...

Kouji: HEY GUYS!

Devilman and Enma-Kun: KOUJI!

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Mirai or Ryo: You’re all going to hell. Good bye~

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Sayaka: *to Devilman* You are my DAAAD~!

Chorus: You’re my dad! Boogie-woogie!

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Hyeong: Hey, how much money do you have?

Sayaka: Oh, like 69 cents...

Hyeong: Oh! You know what that means?

Sayaka: *cries* I don’t have enough money for teriyaki chicken...

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Rosita: Um Hyeong, would you read number 23 for the class?

Hyeong: Nah, I can not.

Hyeong: What up? I’m Hyeong, I’m 16, and I never fucking learned how to read.

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Mirai: Psycho Jenny, Psycho Jenny... PSYCHO JENNY! Oh my fucking god, she fucking dead...

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Mirai: *to a Despairus* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY! *throws Despairus so hard to a wall*

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Hyeong: All I wanted to tell you all is that school’s not important; be who you wanted to be. If you wanted to be a dog, RUFF! Y’know?

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May make two more Linkers that aren’t Go Nagai-related, but all and all, here!

@sundove88 and @shonenlinkage

#shounen jump #shounen jump power linkage #jump force #sundove88 #devilman #mazinger z #cutie honey #enma-kun #dororon enma-kun #dororon enma-kun meerameera #oc #original character #shounenlinkage #jump all stars #based on vine

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violetrainbow412-blog · 1 year ago

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The title won me over, I like to strongly believe that wildest dreams is about Matthew

He’s about to go back into the room when a pair of arms wrap tightly around his middle, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “Hey, angel.”

OH, WE SLEEP TOGETHER??

Spencer, as you have learned, is essentially a human furnace. He exudes so much warmth both figuratively and literally that you have saved probably hundreds of dollars in electricity bills. He is so unbelievably warm and he always gives the best hugs, wrapping his arms around your frame and tracing circles into your skin.

I NEED A HUG FROM THIS MAN. IT'S WINTER NOW, I'M COLD

It is within moments like these where it becomes glaringly obvious that Spencer is no longer the naive ‘kid’ he was when he began working at the BAU. He’s grown into himself now, filling out his dress shirts better and wearing an easy smile on his face. Spencer has always been attractive, all of the girls who loved him before are a testament to that (no matter how bitter you are when coming to this realisation), but he’s now a lot more comfortable with it. He likes to say that you are a big part of that journey. You would simply tell him that the growth was his to make.

Honestly, one of the things I like about Reid's character development is the confidence he gains. That makes him like... sexier, you know?

“I swear she’s only doing this because it’s compulsory at her high school,” you lament, turning around to face him. “And she is so rude. You should have heard what she said to Veronica, Walter, it was insane. Like, she swore in front of a client. In front of a child.”

It's so nice that there are these domestic talks

“You and Spencer have been together for, what, two and a half years?” He asks as he looks over to where Spencer is showing magic tricks to Henry.

SORRY WHAT??? a moment ago we were just courting the poor boy!!

He holds the penny up to your face before snapping his fingers and, lo and behold, the penny was out of sight. He shows both his hands, front and back, a boyish smile on his face. Henry claps at the display, squealing and brushing his long hair away from his face.

Spencer with children>>>>>

“Auntie Penelope is basically a fairy godmother,” you tell Henry in explanation, chuckling. “Like in Cinderella.”

I LOVE YOU PENELOPE GARCIA

You smile innocently as he puts the car into drive, heading off to who knows where. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” “Tell me again,” he prompts, resting his hand on the inside of your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH PLEASE MERCYYYY

He hums in affirmation. “I heard it’s pretty this time of day. I wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but I don’t know when we’ll have a case next so I figured that this would be the perfect time.”

Is he going to propose something? my god, I hope so

The words die at your tongue upon the sight before you. Spencer, in his once neat suit and tie and all his germaphobic tendencies kneeling on the cold concrete, holding a velvet ring box in his hand. The box looks comically small in his palms as he looks up at you, his eyes glossed over and a tearful smile on his face.

I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT. MY SIXTH SENSE TOLD ME

He chokes out a quiet laugh as you take a step closer to him, wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I had a speech prepared and everything,” he says, embracing the feel of your warm hands on his cheeks. “I can’t even remember what I was going to say.”

HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE

In that moment, as he kisses you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, you could have sworn that you felt sparks fly.

LIKE THE NAME OF THE FIC???? TELL ME THIS IS NOT THE END

Well, I didn't know how long this would be and when I didn't look at a prompt for "next chapter" a little tear escaped my eyes.

I really enjoyed this, it's short, concise and feels truly magical. You had me hooked the whole time and I swear that closing was awesome, it was like... I don't know, just perfect.

Thank you for this! Keep writing as you do until now, it is worth letting the world see what you have to tell us

And congratulations for the followers! You deserve many more and I know they will come for your art

Kisses and hugs <3

07 — wildest dreams

summary: “he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.” pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn warnings: rated 16+ for lots of kissing hehehe, reader wears a dress + makeup, a final ‘eff u!!’ to jeid LOL wc: 3.3k a/n: we have finally reached the end! thank you all so much for your support during this little project 😚💕 massive thank you to @astrophileous for beta-reading this entire project! congratulations again for finishing your thesis!! SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Spencer yawns softly as he steps out of bed, running his fingers through his unruly hair. He finally got it cut a few days ago and, even though it’s a lot shorter than what he is used to, he really likes it. After putting on his shirt that has fallen haphazardly to the floor the previous night, he walks into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea.

He stirs the sugar with a spoon tiredly, his vision blurry from both the lack of sleep and the lack of glasses. The muscles of his thighs quiver with each step and he grimaces. Maybe he should start working out with Morgan. He dismisses the thought immediately. He still wants to live.

He’s about to go back into the room when a pair of arms wrap tightly around his middle, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “Hey, angel.”

You grunt out a noncommittal greeting, your forehead resting between his shoulderblades as you continue to hug him. “Why’d you go?”

“I was thirsty,” he responds, turning around to hug you back. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts that you stole and he glows with pride, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “What’re you doing up, darling?”

“You left,” you respond groggily, leaning into his touch. “Got cold.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing the side of your face. “Go back to bed, angel. I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

You merely nod in response, reaching up and planting a firm kiss to his chin before padding back into your room, burying yourself under the covers. He arrives soon after, shuffling closer to you and pulling you in so that your nose is against his sternum. His fingers find the knots in your hair, skillfully and carefully untangling them. He feels you yawn as he continues his ministrations, and he presses yet another kiss to your head.

“You should move in,” you mumble against his chest, creeping a hand up under his shirt and brushing your nails against his spine.

He shudders at the contact, a quiet groan leaving his lips. “Yeah? You think I should move in?”

“You basically already live here,” you tell him. “It’s close to the train station and there’s that good Thai place across the road.”

“I’d love to move in with you,” he says softly, stroking your cheeks. He’s had an affinity for your cheeks since he first met you, poking at them teasingly and you would do the same in retaliation. Now, he can let his touches linger. “Really. I can get the rest of my things here by the end of the week.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

He smiles. “Exactly.”

You yawn again, your eyes squeezing closed so tightly that an unnecessary tear slips past the corner of your eye. Spencer wipes it away with his thumb before kissing your nose, relishing in the way you let out a breathless laugh.

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours.

You beam at him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

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“And it’s like, if you don’t want to get yelled at, don’t come late to every single shift that you have, y’know?” You complain from your bedroom, pushing your lashes upwards with the side of your finger. You’re leaning over your new white vanity, forgoing the chair, as you try to keep your lashes up. “I mean, I get that this is her first time doing work experience, but come on she isn’t nine. And get this, babe, she doesn’t even have a phone. She’s seventeen years old doing work experience and she doesn’t have a phone. I have to remind her of her shifts through her mother. Do you know how awkward that is?”

Spencer hums as he does up his tie, coming up from behind you and and glancing at you for a moment. “She doesn’t sound like someone who wants to be doing work experience, angel.”

His nose scrunches up at your words, resting his hands on your waist and stroking up and down with his thumbs, feeling your curves through the pretty dress you picked out. “You should fire her.”

“Legally I cannot,” you say with a huff. “But I’m pretty sure she’s going to quit or something. ‘Ronica will let me know, and honestly, good riddance.”

He laughs as he kisses your forehead. “I don’t doubt it, angel.”

You smile at him, no longer disgruntled from your frustrating coworker. “You look really good,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“You look exquisite,” is his quick response, continuing to stroke up and down along your sides. He kisses you slowly, one hand moving to cup your neck and holding you there. “Is this a new dress?”

“Got it for forty bucks,” you say with a grin. “This boutique was having a sale downtown. Guess how much this used to be.”

He laughs at your enthusiasm, kissing you again. “How much?”

“One hundred and twenty,” you say giddily as you straighten his tie. “That’s a steal, right? So I bought two more dresses the same price. That’s like, two free dresses, y’know? Girl maths.”

Spencer can’t help but smile as you tell him all about your shopping spree, his pointer finger dragging up and down your jaw. He doesn’t have the heart to correct you about the inaccuracies of whatever ‘girl maths’ is, instead choosing to nod along. “Yeah?”

You nod with a silly smile. “Yeah! And I figured that I might as well get JJ and Will’s wedding gift while I was out and I got these super cute wine glasses and–”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his fingers delving into your once neat updo, and his mouth pressing firmly against yours. In seconds he has you sat on the seat of your vanity and he leans down to kiss you harder.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against your lips, “so pretty.”

“You messed up my hair,” you scold half-heartedly, your fingers grazing against the collar of his shirt. “We’re gonna be late to the wedding.”

“It’s not our wedding,” he breathes, kissing you again and murmuring between them, “they’ll understand.”

You pull away, cheeks hot and lips swollen. “They’ll know.”

“Good.”

“Spencer!”

You arrive at Rossi’s mansion with five minutes to spare, guests already filing through the doors. From the corner of your eye, you spot Aaron and Emily speaking in one of the living rooms while JJ follows an older lady up the stairs holding a white dress in her arms. After placing the wedding gift on the table, you venture out into the garden where the tables are decorated with white lace tablecloths and the chairs have big satin ribbons on the backs of them. Cream and white roses are arranged elegantly on top of the tables and the fairy lights provide an even bigger sense of magic to the scene.

“The place looks amazing, David,” you praise, beaming at the older man. “Truly, it’s like something out of a fairytale.”

He chuckles as he holds a flute of champagne, gesturing to where Derek stands with Penelope. “I had some help. You’re taking care of yourself?”

“Of course,” you respond, waving to Derek who looks all too pleased to see you again. “It has been a really good couple of years.”

“You and Spencer have been together for, what, two and a half years?” He asks as he looks over to where Spencer is showing magic tricks to Henry.

“Sounds like a long time, huh?” You ask through a breathless laugh. “It’s been good.”

David smiles proudly at you, patting you on the shoulder. “I’m happy for the two of you. You’re like a daughter to me, you know that.”

“I know,” you respond, grinning. “Thank you.”

“Let me know when the big day happens,” he says with a wink. “It’ll save you from renting a venue.”

You only laugh and shake your head as you move to where Spencer is, ruffling his hair as Henry giggles loudly. Spencer lets out a shout in protest, swatting your hands away lightly before holding them in his own, bringing his lips to the back of it.

“Having fun?” You ask them, grinning at Henry who nods excitedly.

“Uncle Spencer showed me a magic trick!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together.

“Oh is that right?”

Spencer offers you a sheepish smile, twirling a penny around his fingers. “Do you want to see?”

He doesn’t give you much room to accept or deny the offer, holding the penny in his hands and showing it to both you and Henry.

“Behold,” he announces, “a normal penny. But this penny can travel through the astrological planes and dimensions. Watch closely.”

“Where’d it go?” Henry asks, pouting.

Spencer beams at the enthusiasm and holds his hands out again. “Ah, now that is the tricky part. For that, I need an assistant… angel, do you mind?”

He holds you by the waist with left hand, kissing your cheeks before holding his right hand in front of your face. Henry shrieks at the display of affection, covering his eyes exaggeratedly. You laugh out of embarrassment, swatting at Spencer’s arms and rolling your eyes.

“Stop torturing the poor child,” you scold lightly, wiping away his sloppy kisses.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he dismisses, before waggling his fingers. “Now, to find that penny…”

He reaches up behind your ear, pinching at something, before revealing the penny in his pinched fingers. He watches as your eyes widen with surprise, his cheeks pinkening in delight.

“How did you do that?” You ask, grabbing the penny from his hand and turning it over in your fingers.

“He’s magic,” Henry provides helpfully, clapping his hands. “Just like Auntie Penelope! When I tell her about something, it magically shows up at my house in a big brown box!”

You laugh, not having the heart to inform him that Penelope is not magic; simply very good at spoiling the people she cares about. She has taken you on more than a few shopping sprees in hopes of spoiling her little godson, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the cute clothes and toys in the department stores. Recently, she’s been scouting out jewellery stores, going on and on about how difficult it is to find gifts for people. You had offered a few recommendations of your own, gesturing to the pretty rings and necklaces out on display, but she only dismissed your suggestions.

“Auntie Penelope is basically a fairy godmother,” you tell Henry in explanation, chuckling. “Like in Cinderella.”

“I love Cinderella,” Henry says, his eyes lighting up. “Uncle Spencer read it to me! He said that the original story is about Ash-poo-tell.”

“Ashputtel,” Spencer explains to you, “the original story.”

“Ah,” you nod in remembrance, recalling the grim details of the story. You ruffle Henry’s hair. “You can hear that story when you’re older.”

The rest of the wedding goes without a hitch. Drinks are handed out by the ushers Rossi hired, along with cute little hors d'oeuvres. The ceremony in itself is perfection; JJ and Will sharing a kiss after saying their vows, and Henry being the ring bearer. Spencer holds your hand the entirety of the celebrations, brushing his thumb up and down the back of your left palm, carefully tracing each knuckle.

As JJ and Will take to the dance floor, more and more couples join in. Derek and a very drunk Penelope join in with loud giggles, and Beth drags Hotch into the circle by the wrists. Spencer rests his hands on your waist as the two of you stand at the sidelines, watching with amused grins as Penelope trips over her own feet.

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs into your ear, pulling you closer. “What do you say we get away from the crowd?”

You jump on the opportunity, already picking up your purse. “Who are you and what have you done to Spencer Walter Reid?”

He rolls his eyes at you, shooting a quick message to the team’s group chat to let them know that you were making an early leave. “Very funny.”

“No, no, I’m serious! Do you need to see a doctor? Like, a medical one?” You ask with jest as he opens up the car door for you.

“Do you want me to change my mind?” He asks, laughing, before getting into the driver’s seat of the car. “I just thought that we could go somewhere. It’s not too late and if we hurry, I think we could catch the sunset.”

You smile innocently as he puts the car into drive, heading off to who knows where. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Tell me again,” he prompts, resting his hand on the inside of your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” comes his immediate response, squeezing at the flesh of your thighs through your dress. A street sign passes overhead as he drives, reading the word ‘Anacostia’.

“We’re going to the Bridge Park?” You ask curiously, peering out the window.

After parking the car and locking it, Spencer takes your hand as you walk through the park. It’s a very popular area in Anacostia, the entire neighbourhood holding old historic buildings that have been refurbished.

You relish the feeling of the breeze in your hair, your cheeks turning rosy as the temperature begins to drop. You made it just in time for the sunset as it paints the park in oranges and a soft lavender haze, your skin flushing gold from the lighting. You commit the image to memory as you stare at the view, your dress fluttering around your legs from the wind.

In your distraction, you miss the way Spencer’s hand drops from yours, and you search through your purse for your phone. You click open the photo app, putting it onto the selfie setting as you turn to him.

“Walter, let’s take a–”

“Hi, angel,” he says softly, his voice cracking at the last syllable.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, even though you know exactly what is going on. Blood rushes to your ears and you sniffle. “Spencer, your pants–”

“I love you,” he says firmly, the box in his hands quivering as his hands shake. His palms are sweaty and he swallows the nerves down his throat. “I love you. I’m not– I’m not good with words or with expressing how I feel but I know one thing for certain: I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur, crouching down so that you are eye level with him. “It’s okay, Walter.”

“No, I–” he swallows the lump in his throat and wets his bottom lip. “Love in the English dictionary covers a multitude of feelings. You can love doing something, or love a specific food, or love an object. In other languages, there are different words for different types of love and I think… I think that they got it right. There are a million untranslatable words that all mean love but I think the one that expresses how I feel about you would be the Chinese phrase ‘yuan fen’. It means that two people were… predestined to be together and I think– I know that we were meant to be.”

He sucks in a breath after his rant, smiling up at you. “Will you marry me?”

Tears slip from your eyes as you nod, pulling him up from the cold musty ground. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Spencer exhales, his arms looping around your waist. His nose burrows into the side of your neck and you can feel the hot tears against your skin.

“Thank God,” he breathes, moving his head to kiss your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you respond, hugging him tight. “Was there ever any doubt?”

He laughs a little, shaking his head as he fumbles with the velvet box, slipping the ring onto your left ring finger. “No. Never.”

Spencer brushes a strand of your hair away from your face before kissing you slowly, the light from the sun finally going down. As you pull away, the speakers overhead come to life with the announcer clearing his throat.

“Unfortunately, due to the predicted rain that will be coming shortly, the fireworks show will be rescheduled. We apologise for this inconvenience.”

You peer up at Spencer curiously who looked more than disappointed. “Fireworks show?”

“That was the plan,” he says with a small frown. “I’m sorry, angel.”

There’s a crash of thunder and before you know it, small droplets of water begin to fall from the sky. Spencer immediately covers your head with his jacket, pulling you over to the car.

“Wait, wait–” you laugh, resisting his efforts. “Walter, wait!”

“I’m not letting you get sick,” he scolds lightly, his curls sticking to his forehead from the rain.

You laugh again, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, we don’t have a pool but… rain works too, right?”

“You’re insane,” he says, his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re crazy.”

A teasing grin makes its way onto your face as you waggle your fingers in front of him. “Yeah, well, you’re marrying crazy.”

“No regrets,” he responds, before pressing his lips to yours.

In that moment, as he kisses you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, you could have sworn that you felt sparks fly.

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#my fav #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #do yourself a favor and read this

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dells-bells · 2 years ago

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Not a prompt, just a thought for you: Qui-Gon Jinn in his nightclothes, staring out the window of his silent apartment at the nightlife of Coruscant with a tired, worried expression on his face. He's thinking about Obi-Wan. The boy is fast asleep now, but it's so rare to see him rest, even rarer still for him to truly sleep, without the disturbance of nightmares full of blood and fear and pain.

He's only 14. People treat him like he's on the brink of knighthood--and no wonder, the way his padawan works crowds of beings 3 times his age, smiling demurely and making small talk and giving all the right answers like he wasn't in the clutches of a panic attack and hugging Qui-Gon's arm like a vice not 12 hours prior--and Qui-Gon is proud, he really is! Obi-Wan will make an extraordinary jedi one day--but he's only 14. He's so young, too young, to already be so good at hiding what hurts.

Luckily though, for now, his little boy sleeps painlessly, dreaming of softness and goodness and safety. And Qui-Gon (who's always been just as good as his protege when it comes to facades) stays awake, all pretenses of the roguish, sly, easygoing jedi master he usually assumes gone, and he worries.

🥺🥺🥺

I! AM!! EXPERIENCING!!! EMOTIONS!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

THIS IS SO GOOD AND SO CUTE AND SO SOFT! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS!! 😭😭😭😭😭

#dells answers #obi wan kenobi #star wars #qui gon jinn #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#GIVE THESE TWO ALL THE HUGS

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morri-m · 4 years ago

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Naegiri♥️💖 comfort: nightmares

Rain was pouring down from the dark and overcast sky which was crowded with clouds. Thunder crashing and lightning striking every few moments.

To put it into more simple terms, it was an awful night.

But the weather wasn’t nearly as awful as the dream Makoto Naegi was having.

Blood was splattered all over the walls in that terrible despair-inducing building, Hope’s Peak Academy. Dead bodies were spread out all over the floor, and maniacal laughter was filling the dark, twisted room.

Makoto recognised who the cruel and maniacal laughter belonged to at once.

Junko Enoshima.

Makoto screamed as he saw her, desperate to escape.

The ultimate despair laughed more as she walked forwards and shoved him into the ground.

“You can’t escape Makoto! You’re stuck here! Stuck forever!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The brown haired boy felt tears welling in his eyes, and he began to sob and whisper something that even he couldn’t make out.

———

Kyoko awoke to something trembling beside her, and she turned to see who it was.

“K-Kyoko..” Makoto whimpered.

“K-Kiri help.. Help me..”

The silver haired girl placed a hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder, gently shushing him and rubbing a circle with her pointer finger.

“Mako, hey.. Don’t worry, it’s me. It’s Kyoko.. Ssh.. It’s just a nightmare, Hun.”

The short one clung onto his girlfriend as tears spilled down his face, soaking the bed. He was sweaty but he was also shivering, which Kyoko assumed was out of fear.

This had been happening for months now, poor Makoto was always having bad dreams, if they could even be called that they were that terrible.

———

Back in Makoto’s nightmare, things were beginning to get even worse.

“Aw.. Do you need your girlfriend to come save you? That’s just too bad! Hahaha! Have you not noticed the dead body hanging from the ceiling?”

He looked up, and screamed as he saw the dead body of his beloved girlfriend, swinging side to side.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

Junko laughed even more, loving every second of Makoto’s despair. She never wanted it to end, the look of absolute terror on his face, the tears falling from his eyes, the sobs escaping his mouth, every part of it was completely wonderful to her.

———

“Babe, please.. Wake up.. You’re okay.. It’s only a dream..”

Kyoko was still struggling to wake him up. Until the lucky boy finally jolted up, screaming again and clutching onto her shoulders, burrying his face into her shoulders and letting out cries of pain and fear, soaking Kyoko’s shirt.

“Ssh.. It’s okay Makoto... Ssh.. I’ve got you.. It’s gonna be okay.. It was just a really awful nightmare.. Ssh.. I’ve got you sweetie..” Kyoko comforted.

“K-Kiri it was so.. So awful... I.. I’m so scared. I’m so so scared”

The detective pat the so called lucky one’s back, running her fingers through his hair.

“You’re pretty sweaty.. I’m gonna go get you a new shirt.”

Makoto nodded as Kyoko walked over to the closet, and she pulled out on of her own shirts, thinking it would be more comforting to Makoto.

It was black and baggy, and once she pulled off the smaller boy’s own shirt and replaced it with hers it draped over him and went down to his thighs, but it seemed to be doing a good job at solacing him.

“Wanna talk about your dream?” Kyoko encouraged as she wrapped a blanket around them both.

“Mm. It-it was about Hope’s Peak. I-I was surrounded by dead bodies.. Everyone was dead this time.. In-Including y-you.. A-and Junko was l-laughing the whole time.. A-and blood was ev-everywhere..”

Kyoko nodded as he pulled him back against her chest, cradling his tiny body in her arms. “It’ll be okay, Sweetheart.. It’s gonna be alright.. I’ll protect you.. I’m gonna keep you safe.. It’ll be alright..”

Makoto squeezed her more as she began to gently rock him back and forth, and than she started singing.

It wasn’t a song, really. Kyoko was just singing him a gentle melody, occasionally humming too.

Eventually, the green eyed boy began to breathe in sync with her singing, and his eyes began to feel heavy. And soon enough, they closed gently, and Makoto drifted off into a nice, sweet slumber.

The taller one smiled as she removed the blanket from herself and fully draped it around Makoto, who was now snoring softly as Kyoko sat him back in bed and snuggled into him, pulling the covers over them both.

She smiled one last time as she gingerly kissed his forehead, stroking his hair some more.

“I love you. Sweet dreams.” She whispered quietly as she soon fell asleep herself.

She barely made out the silent words that Makoto muttered back sleepily.

“I love you too.. More than anything else in the world..”

#naegiri #danganronpa #makoto x kyoko #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #nightmares #fanfic #comfort #cute #dr1 #trigger happy havoc

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loverofallthingssmart · 4 years ago

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hi hi eesha ily and invading your ask box to talk abt modern wuko with desi wu because the thought of mako going to a bunch of those indian parties and all the aunties pinching his cheeks and telling him he’s too skinny while wu laughs in the background is living in my head rent free💖

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH maya you dont know what you’ve unleashed i LIVE for desi wu AND wuko?? you’ve done it for me ilysm

ok SO wu is actually like pretty nervous to ask mako to accompany him to an indian function because he knows how bad the aunties can be (ESPECIALLY because he was their favorite and eavesdropped on all their judgmental conversations)

regardless he asks mako by distracting him through cooking and just blurts it out “willyougowithmetothisthing? like i know that it’s probably not your scene and it’s totally ok if you say no but Pooja Aunty were asking i didn’t want to like straight-up refuse so but again, totally cool if you--” and mako is like “wu, its okay..i’ll go”

and so they’re there and wu gets dragged off by the kids and he’s laughing and mako thinks that he looks at home here and how when wu smiles, literally everyone should watch because it lights up the room and then is like “oh shit i have to mingle now umm” and he turns to the aunties who are currently whispering about him as we speak because when mako is in doubt and alone he turns to the adults to mingle (case in point: lin, tenzin, etc.)

and so he watches them making food and sits at the table and he’s there all alone and awkward (✊🏽😔) until he notices that one of the sweets on the table (gulab jamun) is somewhat like sata andagi and that reminds him of his mom cupping his face in her hands and laughing and kisses on the forehead when he would watch in the kithcen so he’s like slowly sliding over and being like “so..how’s that made” and suddenly all the aunties are crowding around him and he’s like talking about stories about him traveling to japan when his parents were alive and they’re finding this to relate to like how the aunties when they travel to india and mako’s grandmother both wear slippers to the bathroom, and how no shoes are permitted in the house, etc.

soon mako is opening up and talking a lot about japanese cultures and customs to aunties who want to travel the world and here’s mako telling them about the history of their sweets (because mako only likes japanese sweets which is a hc that i just thought of and adore) like how daifuku is made and the aunties interjecting with little tidbits of information like how to make rasgolas and mako is really pleasantly surprised because he’s never actually met people who heard he was japanese and didn't immediately ask him about sushi so now they’re bonding..

the aunties are protective of wu because he’s their favorite (which i have gone into detail here!) and now they love mako and they’re telling him stories of when wu was a child and how wu would literally devour all the biriyani and mako is smiling because wu 🥰 and also he’s in with the auntie crowd!

“bolin is going to be so mad, it took him weeks for opal’s family to warm up to him..i do it in one sitting”

then its lunchtime, wu comes down with kids attached to him, visibly tired and smiles when he sees mako helping the aunties with distributing the food and when they sit down, he’s whispering quietly to mako and trying to explain all the different types of curry and paneer and “yes there are 3 types of chicken curry i know and yes they’re all spicy but it’s ok because i know you adore spice which is great because the last guy i brought could not handle spice..and well we all know where that went “but the aunties see their child and his bf bonding and theyre like :)) ok maybe this is fine

so the function ends and wu and mako have to leave and the aunties go say bye to mako first which wu is absolutely gobsmacked and offended by but deep down he’s happy and they’re like “next time you come, you have to teach us how to use chopsticks ok? and we’ll make you mango lassi and feed you, you’re too skinny you know that? we’ve tried with wu but he just seems to be skin and bones but you? you need nourishment ok beta?” and mako laughs and agrees and wu is like smiling and clapping his hands excitedly because look!! theyre getting along and that makes him so happy!!

and for future functions, now all of the young adults are mad because “come on wu, you were already the favorite you couldn't just have a shitty boyfriend and give us a reason for our partners to get into their good graces?”

wu sitting there like ¯\_😌_/¯ “get better partners ig” while mako and the aunties laugh in the background

yeah...this got out of hand but this made me happy so thank you, i love you and i love them and you're the absolute best for putting this in my mind because now it lives there rent free.. anyway i hope you like it!! <3

#lok #legend of korra #ask me anything #2 am ramblings #wuko #mako #wu #ilysm you know that right maya #i literally adore this omg #headcanons #desi on main ig??#desi wu

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genshin-obsessed · 3 years ago

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Oh no, poor Tamaki :(( and AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaH, you'll make me blush too –🦚

(Continuation; Eileen; Tamaki; Early Training https://genshin-obsessed.tumblr.com/post/658315061565308928/ah-dont-worry-i-loved-it-it-got-me-all-giggly)

At the evident reaction of Tamaki, Eileen knew she fucked up, and now, it was time to fix it. She walked towards the wall where he was hiding his face, but kept her distance, respecting his boundaries.

Tama, I was just joking, I don't mind your staring. I-I mean, I do, in a good way? She facepalmed herself mentally. The point is, if anything, I'm flattered.

She smiled, slightly blushing at her own words, her soft side taking over.

I'm serious, it's ok, Tama. I was just teasing you, you were just too cute and I couldn't help myself, forgive me? Pretty please? Please? Unconsciously, she pouted slightly as she begged him for forgiveness.

This interaction is going to give me diabetes ;-;

Tamaki: he tenses at her words before he takes a few deep breaths. Finally willing himself, he turns his head to look at her. Though her pout was adorable and it gave him butterflies, he took note of her blush. She… was blushing too? R-really? He wanted to say more- so much more! He wished he could be like Mirio, he wished he could confess right here and now but he wasn’t Mirio. He was just… Tamaki. Nobody special. And that’s why he couldn’t will himself to confess. Even if the girl of his dreams stood only a few feet away

#character interaction #━✩ early training

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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A soft prompt of Steve buying and baby talking Bubbles von Firsterburg III, the Lord of Canterbury because he is beautiful and so is Steve and you both need extra fluff after today!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

for anyone that doesn’t know I got a tarantula yesterday, and his name is Bubbles von Firsterberg II, Lord of Canterbury, third in line for the crown. (yes, that’s his whole name) and he’s tiny and cute and I love him.

So, I had tarantulas all growing up as a kid, so here’s this based on baby yikes.

I put it under the cut bc it’s basically me just losing my shit over tarantulas, so if you’re not into that scroll along.

“I want that one.” Steve pressed his chubby finger into the glass.

“Steven, I thought we decided on a fish.” Steve pouted up at his mother.

He was in the first grade now, being left with a nanny while his parents traveled almost every weekend.

He had asked for a puppy, but his mother said no to every animal he requested until he worked her down to a fish.

But now, here he is, at the only pet store in Hawkins, staring at the little arachnid.

“No, Steven. That’s foul.”

His lip trembled.

“But, but Mom, you promised!”

He knew the one thing she could stand less than pet fur on her Persian rugs, it was Steve drawing attention to them in public, embarrassing her.

He began sniffing, a wail ready on the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, God, hush now. We’ll get you the vile beast.” Steve smiled instantly, going back to stare at the black tarantula as it climbed up the small log in its tank.

He held the cardboard box close to his chest, resisting the urge to take a peek at his new friend.

He was told the pink toed tarantulas were quite the little runners, and if he lost his new pet in the car, his mother would surely not buy him another one.

His mother poured herself a drink as Steve’s nanny helped him set up the tank in his bedroom.

They read through the care instructions carefully, getting it all ready for Bubbles von Firsterburg.

Steve would sit for hours and watch the creature move, would place individual crickets in the tank, and watch them be devoured.

And when his first tarantula died, he simply, got another one.

His parents weren’t around to ask why his black tarantula had suddenly gone red.

Bubbles von Firsterburg II saw him through many middle school woes.

He would hold the old rose haired in his hands, as the slow-moving girl didn't climb.

And when he reached high school, and that tarantula passed, he got one more.

“You wanna meet my son?”

Billy was peering into the glass, smiled confusedly at Steve.

“Your son?”

“Bubbles von Firsterburg III. Lord of Canterbury. Third in line for the crown. That’s his whole name.”

“Sounds more like a handful of titles.”

“No, it’s his name.” Billy raised his hands in surrender.

Steve pushed past him to slide open the top of the tank.

Bubbled von Firsterburg III was a red kneed, a vibrant orange color, and about the size of his palm.

He climbed dolefully into Steve’s hand.

“Isn’t he beautiful?”

Billy looked weary, leering down his nose at Bubbles.

“Steve, that thing is fucking nasty.”

“Oh, Bubbly, don’t you listen to him. You’re gorgeous.” Steve pouted his lips, baby talking to the giant arachnid. “You’re perfect, such a sweet boy.”

And then he let the monster crawl onto his shirt collar, and Billy was outta there, Steve’s ringing laugh chasing him down the hall.

#and then steve went and watched himself bc tarantula hairs can be super irritating and cause allergic reactions #tw spiders #tw tarantulas #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #the types of tarantulas are all ones i had #i had a pink toed than rose haired than pink toed and now bubbles is red kneed #they haven't all been named bubbles though #they've had a lot of lame names this one is jsut funny

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starkerobsession · 5 years ago

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Solemates

(It’s meant to be spelt wrong dw)

Imagine Tony helping Peter pack up his stuff to move in with him and he comes across a bunch of old journals from when Peter was a little kid, and Peter gets all embarrassed and tries to take them off him but that only makes Tony more curious, and he asks Peter why he doesn’t want him to read them and Peter’s like,

“Cos they’re cringy and I was obsessed with you.”

And now Tony has to read it, and after promising Peter that he gets to choose the movies for movie night for the next three weeks, starting with all the Star Wars movies, Peter reluctantly allows Tony to read them.

And they’re all like

‘I will be Iron Man’s wive in the futur even though I’m a boy because he is sooooooo handsom’

‘I wached a video about iron man his true form Tonee Stark and he is really funny and clever and when he looked into the camera it felt like he was looking right into my sole’

‘I hope one day I get to meet Tonee Stark because he needs to know I REPEAT HE NEEDS TO KNOW that I love him’

‘I wonder if Iron Man would remember that he saved me a long time ago and ever since then he has been the love of my exitance existance I want to kiss him and hold his hand and do whatever grown ups do together aunt may thinks I need to find someone my own age but love is love I always say’

And then as the diary entries get to an older Peter,

‘I want to Tony Stark to be my daddy god why am I so thirsty?’

‘Made a Tumblr dedicated to my husband Tony Stark today, already got six followers and all I’ve posted are nude photo manips of him, I secretly hope he finds my tumblr and punishes me for being so damn horny over him.’

‘Got bit by a spider today, is it wrong that I wish it was Tony Stark who bit me? God, I’d let him bite me and bruise me and make me scream.’

‘I. MET. TONY. STARK. TODAY. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah oh my god I am FREAKING out, he literally came to my HOUSE into my ROOM and I could barely keep it together I was so hard and for a second I actually thought he was going to fuck me because holy shit he looks better in person and he was giving me these intense looks and literally the second he left I had to cum because how can one not after being in his presence??’

And after Tony finishes reading (out loud btw and dying of laughter in between), he looks up at his extremely red-faced boyfriend, puts the journals down and pulls Peter into his arms. He kisses his temple, smiling like crazy.

“We’re framing them in our living room.”

“We’re not.”

“Oh, we so are.”

“Why?” Peter whines.

“Because I love you so much.”

“Love you too.”

Tony snorts. “And you’re my s-o-l-e mate.”

“Shut up.”

There’s a pause and Peter murmurs, “you’re my solemate too.”

#starker #ironspider #starker fluff

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poteeto-chip · 3 years ago

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Alstroemerias Chapter 4!

I did it! I finished my first multi-chaptered story!

Find it here!

Preview:

Sakura didn't realize how long she had been on the balcony until she felt a familiar chakra signature approaching. She turned towards the man on her balcony with a smile. "Hello, Itachi." she said. Itachi gave his own small smile in reply. "Stop that!" Sakura suddenly exclaimed. Itachi raised an eyebrow.

"Stop what?" he asked, oh-too-innocently, smile ever-present.

"That! You're smile, it- agh!"

Itachi chuckled at her flustered expression.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#itasaku #itasaku fanfiction #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #sakura haruno #haruno sakura #naruto fanfic

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youngbloodbuzz · 3 years ago

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I am here, she thought to herself. I am here. And she began to climb.

This honestly made me so emotional. Dani finally feeling so present and herself ☹️

When Dani suddenly turned to bury her head in the crook of Jamie’s neck, she heard Jamie suck in a quick startled breath.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Her other hand drifted tentatively into Dani’s hair, pushing it back so she could press a hesitant kiss to Dani’s forehead.

I love the choices you both made about how they came together. It wasn’t a huge, dramatic confession. It was like coming home.

He glanced at the clothes she wore. "Did you stay the night?"

Finally Dani replied, "Yeah. Is that -? Is that okay?"

And he went without a care in the world.

Protect Mikey Taylor at all costs.

He seemed to take his time absorbing this information. “Is it right - here?”

🥺

Jamie dug around in her back pocket and pulled out two dollars. She held it towards him. “Go play in traffic for a bit.”

I love Jamie so much 🤣🤣 and I love her relationship with Mikey.

And the next item Jamie pulled from the same bag was a jar of strawberry jam

The way Jamie pays so much attention to Dani and how she’s feeling and what she likes. KILL ME.

Rolling her eyes, Jamie called back, "Did you even try to get hit by a car?"

🤣🤧

Dani pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and tried to stifle a sob before it could escape.

Still so much guilt 🥺 and unfortunately her feelings for and attraction to Jamie are all tangled up in there.

A hand dropped to grasp at Dani’s waist, and for a moment Dani thought she was going to be gently guided away, only to be held more firmly in place.

I LOVE THEM!!!!

It didn’t matter that yesterday Dani had upended her whole life, because this was real, this drowned out the nausea in her gut from the night before, this was an anchor she could tether herself to, even for just a moment.

Jamie has always been such a grounding presence for Dani. And vice versa.

Dani could feel the tremor beneath Jamie’s skin, the trembling undercurrent in her voice. "But I don't want to fuck this up. We can take this one step at a time. All right?”

Jamie is putting up such a brave and calm front but she must also be freaking out 😭 the whirlwind and the disbelief…. LIKE THATS THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE IN YOUR HOUSE KISSING YOU. Wild.

The house was quiet in its morning slumber.

Love the imagery. Hill house vibes.

Mikey was kind enough to only crinkle his brow briefly in bemusement and then shrug. “Sure.”

🤣 Jamie has taught him well.

Dani nodded and met Jamie’s eyes, grayer somehow in the pale morning light that washed through the curtains.

The way I read “grayer” as “gayer”

Still works.

Dani followed them, sinking slowly into her designated spot as the pair piled the table with necessities as they bickered to themselves

She has a designated spot 🥺

Also I love that they acted like it was just another one of their sundays.

Quiet concern and softness there that Dani didn’t know what to do with, didn’t know if she deserved it.

You deserve everything and more!!!!

Mikey batted away her hand and retreated with a muttered grumble, “Could just tell me when you wanna talk alone.”

Honey you got a big storm comin’

“No, I - “ Dani stumbled, “I’m fine. I just - “ she swallowed thickly and drew in a soft breath “ - I missed you this morning.”

🥺

“Stupid question. Sorry.”

And before Dani could speak a word or even shake her head, Jamie ducked closer and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder in apology.

“Stupid question. Sorry” walked so “Sorry, baby” could run 🤝

Also, shoulder kiss 😭

Jamie didn’t say anything, never did anything more except slowly link their fingers in Dani’s lap and slouched further into the couch with a faint reassuring smile, turning back to the tv.

Jamie always knows what to do 😭

“Your contract states two weeks of paid leave,” Hannah continued, “But hang the contract. Take as much time as you need.”

Ugh I love Hannah so much!!

Dani exhaled slowly, feeling her heart slow just at the sight of her, letting her head sink further into the pillow that still smelled like comfort and Jamie.

“Just at the sight of her” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Sorry. You usually sleep like the dead.”

“Only recently,” Dani managed to mumble honestly, voice raspy from sleep.

*gestures wildly* THIS IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT. The comfort!!!! The peace!!

“There we are,” Jamie murmured, her expression warm and fond.

I’m not okay.

“And if I come back home and find out you’ve not been relaxing, there’ll be serious consequences.”

“Promise?” Dani murmured.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.

The catalyst….

(part 2/5 ch11 reaction)

"I love the choices you both made about how they came together. It wasn’t a huge, dramatic confession. It was like coming home."

i'm so glad we managed to nail that thank you!

@romanimp

#asks #anonymous #cfau #cfau spoilers

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lillaliag · 3 years ago

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hi! i love all of your icons and headers :] they always make me smile when i see them on my dashboard, thank you for making them!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm glad to hear that!!! Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it so much!! 💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕

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erekiosuncreativeideas · 4 years ago

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Reliving An Old Nightmare - Chapter 27 (END)

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Summary : All good things come to an end. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337299/chapters/59261005

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THIS IS IT. THE FINAL CHAPTER. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

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Chapter 27

-“Snatcher?” the little voice called out to him, weakly. The ghost’s eyes opened wide when he realized that the kid was now awake, safe and sound. Her eyelids seemed heavy and she had trouble keeping her eyes opened. She seemed exhausted, fighting the need to go back to sleep with determination. The spirit’s body instantly started to float as his mind went from boredom to surprise and relief in a blink.

-“Kid!” he exclaimed, his voice a little too emotional to his taste: “You’re awake!” A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, while the child sat up with difficulty. A huge feeling of nervousness engulfed the shade when he saw her clenching her chest, frowning in confusion. Was she still injured? But he hadn’t seen any blood on her! He had checked!

His worried eyes met the kid’s once more and the perplexed expression on her face intensified:

-“W-what happened?” she asked, definitely upset.

-“You don’t remember?” His apprehension worsened when the little girl shook her head, rubbing her stomach in the process. She was furrowing her brow, glancing everywhere, as if her mind was trying its best to find the memories it was missing. Snatcher didn’t really know how to let her know of her previous death… Was there a gentle way of informing someone of a situation like this one? Probably not… It’s not like people came back to life on a regular basis anyway. He opened his mouth, ready to start talking again, only to be cut short as the little girl let out a loud “holy peck!”, the words resonating in the bedroom.

The spirit was taken aback, very much surprised by her sudden reaction. He wanted to know what was happening to her, see why she had yelled but, somehow… A very different word left his lips:

-“Language!”

Both of them froze as they realized what the spirit had just said. Silence fell in the room and the child slowly turned back to him, staring with wide eyes. What happened after that shook the shade even more than everything he could have anticipated: the brat started to laugh. At first, it started off as little giggles, but it quickly transformed in louder fits of laughter, as she clenched her sides. Snatcher frowned, utterly baffled and ashamed. He couldn’t believe he had just made a remark like this! Who was he, the girl’s father?

The thought made him pale immediately and he gulped with effort. No, no, no, he would never think about that ever again, nope. This made him feel way too weird for it to be normal and this was definitely not something he wanted to think about anyway.

However, he was brought back to reality as the kid’s laugh slowly died, changing into what sounded like sobs. The hatted child curled up in a ball, holding her head and letting her fingers go through her hair. Her breathing rhythm had quickened and Snatcher could sense her soul starting to get extremely agitated, more than it ever was before.

-“Woah, woah, woah, kiddo, what’s wrong?” he called out to her, troubled by her rapid change of attitude. He floated higher, extending his hand to her shoulder before stopping, not touching her. What was he doing? Was he actually trying to comfort her? Him? The soul-stealing ghost who had tried to kill this kid once?

This couldn’t be happening, this was ridicule! And yet, when he heard more sobs coming from the little ball in front of him, he felt his inexistent heart shatter. Usually, these would be sounds he would be delighted to hear! Crying children used to be his favourite thing in the world! But in this particular situation, there was nothing to laugh about.

This was just breaking his heart. Yet, this was nothing compared to what he felt when he heard the child murmuring something:

-“I-I died… Holy peck, I actually died…!” she kept repeating, rocking herself back and forth as she did so.

Oh. So that was why she had started crying. A wave of sadness hit Snatcher, as he was reminded of his own realization about death. Memories of him walking in the snow, trying to get away from the manor he was currently in, purposely ignoring why nothing hurt anymore, because he didn’t want to accept the idea of being dead… He understood exactly what it felt like. He had felt it too, once, and still felt it sometimes. Crying about her own death made perfect sense to him. Who wouldn’t, after all?

He remained motionless for a few seconds, looking at the brat with eyes full of sorrow. What should he do? He hadn’t comforted anyone in hundreds of years! How was he supposed to make a kid feel better? Sure, the subconites all used to be children, but it was a very different matter! But the more he heard the kid sobbing, pulling on her hair, the more he felt compelled to do something. He couldn’t just ignore her and wait for her to feel better, could he? Well, he probably could, though the idea felt extremely wrong to him for some reason. Thus, he extended his hand again, gently patting her head as he said words that truly sounded strange coming from him:

-“… There, there,” he muttered, glancing elsewhere as he felt the kid turning his head towards him, “It’s going to be okay. You’re still alive and well,” he added, hoping to reassure her more. He couldn’t believe he was doing that. The gesture felt so foreign to him and so did the words. If he had been told someday he would care for a child and even comfort them… He wouldn’t have believed it.

And now, here he was, consoling a kid. Things sure had changed since the latter had started pestering him…

Next to him, he heard said kid sniffing and trying to contain her cries, little by little. Then, he felt a gentle contact on his hand, and he glanced back at her. She had taken his hand into hers and she was smiling weakly at him, her eyes red and puffy. Tears marks could be seen on her cheeks, and she dried them up on her sleeves.

-“Thanks,” she simply said, though her eyes conveyed much more than that. She let go of his hand and stared into space. Her mouth opened a few times, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t feel the courage to. The shade didn’t miss it and squinted. He had decided to ignore it, until he saw his ex-contractor smiling warmly, lost in her thoughts. What was that? She was crying only a minute ago!

-“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” he questioned, though it was more an order than an actual request. The kid snorted and shook her head:

-“Nah, you’ll get mad,” but she was still smiling and the ghost didn’t like it. He felt like he had missed an episode. He elbowed the kid, feeling a smile returning to his face as he replied:

-“Kid, I saved your life. I think you owe me this one.” The child just shrugged, but still nodded:

-“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, okay?”

The ghost frowned once again. What was this all about? It couldn’t be that serious, could it? No, it was just going to be some dumb thing she was thinking about, just like any brat her age! Of course! What else could it be?

-“Yeah, pfff, right.”

The kid giggled again and took a deep breath. Then, she started to talk, explaining what was on her mind:

-“Well… You know, Time Pieces aren’t supposed to bring people back to life,” she told him, still staring into space, waiting for the ghost to process that new information.

Snatcher froze. What was she saying? She was there, just in front of him, safe and sound! It was all thanks to the Time Piece he had smashed onto the ground, wasn’t it? He couldn’t see any other particular reason that could explain why the brat had been taken back to the main timeline, alive and well, if it wasn’t for the powers of the time artefact.

-“What do you mean? You were dead a few hours ago! And you’re back now!” retorted the spirit, now very much confused. However, his expression only seemed to make the child smile even more. Why? What was she trying to say to him?

-“Well, yeah, but it’s not exactly because you broke the Time Piece. It doesn’t make people go back to life itself. But…”

-“But?” pressed the shade, squinting his eyes.

-“But they affect what the person breaking them wants to change,” concluded the brat, turning her head back to him, staring directly into his eyes with a look full of emotions. At first, the ghost was perplexed, not getting what she was trying to say. And then it hit him.

The kid was alive thanks to him. Thanks to his wish of her coming back to life. That was what she was saying.

-“Wait, wait,” he objected, raising his hand: “I know what you’re implying and no. No, this absolutely did not happen,” he lied, frowning. The kid merely giggled more in reply:

-“Yeah, sure,” she answered, though she seemed to know perfectly well that he was lying. Her smug expression made the shade even more irritated and he insisted, saying she was wrong, that she was just imagining things… But no matter how hard he tried to convince her, it felt like he was just digging his own grave (Ha!). However… She was right.

He had wished for her to live, right before breaking the Time Piece. So… He literally had saved her life, then? Just by wishing for it? Did that mean that if he hadn’t tought about it… The kid would have remained dead? The very idea gave him an awful feeling he couldn’t quite grasp. How could someone’s life depend on a thought only?

Yet, his and Moonjumper’s story had quite a similar turn of events, in the end, so… He supposed it wasn’t so strange.

The shade’s inner monologue was cut short as the kid straightened up suddenly, her eyes wide open as if she had just realized something. He didn’t even get the time to ask about it as she stood up, wobbly yet very determined:

-“The Time Piece!” she exclaimed, then facing him: “Do you have it?” Snatcher was taken aback, yet he hadn’t even thought about it since the moment he woke up. If he had to be completely honest, all he had thought about since then had been the chi-

Oh, who cared about honesty anyway!

He shook his head:

-“No, I-,” well, it wasn’t like he could admit he hadn’t even thought about it, couldn’t he? Eventually, he just replied with another question, trying to change the topic: “What about you, can’t you sense them or something?”

She glared at him but still closed her eyes, focusing for a few instants. It seemed to be quite difficult, as she frowned while doing so, trying to keep her balance by putting her hands on the bed. She finally reopened her eyes, moving to the door with an unsteady walk:

-“It’s downstairs,” she declared, putting her hand on the door handle. Snatcher interrupted her, not liking how wobbly she was on her legs, very much to his despair.

-“Shouldn’t you rest?” he retorted, even though he wanted nothing more than to leave this awful place: “You’ve died a few hours ago, don’t tell me you feel fantastic right now!”

He couldn’t believe he had just said that. In front of him, the kid only rolled her eyes as she opened the door:

-“I feel fine, dad,” she countered sarcastically, though it still hit Snatcher like a train, even if she had already made this joke before: “Plus, if I have to rest, I’d like to do it in my own bed rather than in your ex’s.”

She did have a point. He still groaned, following her as she went down the stairs, floating next to her. God, he was so glad to be able to fly again. He wouldn’t have to deal with legs ever again!

They arrived on the ground floor. Noises could be heard from the kitchen, probably because of Vanessa baking more of those awful cookies. When the child approached the kitchen door, the shade sighed, frustrated. Of course the Queen would have the Time Piece. Well, it wasn’t like he wanted to leave without saying anything, but he still didn’t like talking to her more than necessary. They weren’t going to be friends or anything else, even after her apologies.

The child opened the door, apparently just as sick and tired as he was. They were greeted by the sight of a huge mess in the kitchen: plates and mixing bowls everywhere, pastry on the counters, flour and milk spilt on the floor, utensils scattered around… And, on the dining table, the Time Piece, illuminating the room. As for Vanessa, she was crouched in front of the oven, watching the cookies baking. The shade couldn’t help but wince at the mess in the room: Vanessa had always loved baking, but she often made a huge mess in the process. Still, he wondered where she got those ingredients, since Subcon wasn’t exactly the place to find them… He supposed he would never know unless he asked her about it which, really, wasn’t something he wanted to do.

The Queen heard them and turned in their direction, looking at them with her red and shiny eyes. The ghost felt the kid freeze in front of him, probably not expecting to see Vanessa in that form again. The shade knew that she was wondering if the situation was dangerous or not, just like he had when he had seen Vanessa again. He couldn’t blame her: his ex didn’t look exactly harmless in that state. Plus, the little girl had had some traumatic experience the time he had sent her to the manor.

The woman stood up quickly, dusting her form as she tried to smile weakly. However, due to her fangs being visible, it only made ever even scarier than she already was.

-“Oh, you’re awake!” she exclaimed, though it was easy to see how anxious she seemed to be. She clapped her hands, fidgeting, and picked up a plate of cookies she had finished baking. She then walked closer to the little girl, who remained very tensed, as she was handed the plate.

-“Do you want some?” she asked, before looking away: “You must be quite hungry after… After what happened.”

Her tone had expressed much of her worry and guilt, and she hunched her back even more, while she was waiting for the kid to take one of the biscuits. Said kid looked at the cookies with distrust, then glanced at the shade, as if to ask his opinion on the matter. He made sure Vanessa wasn’t looking directly at him and slowly shook his head as an answer. While the woman had always loved baking and wasn’t particularly bad at it, he didn’t trust her enough at the moment. And well, wouldn’t trust her ever again. So he simply and silently told the child not to take any risk, just in case. It wasn’t like Vanessa was going to poison them after everything that had happened, but still.

The little girl glanced back to the Queen and clenched her stomach, shaking her head with a sorry smile:

-“Uh… I feel a little too sick for that, right now… Sorry,” she apologized.

Vanessa’s expression saddened at her reply, but it quickly disappeared as she smiled once again:

-“Oh, then I can pack some for later!” Snatcher saw the child wincing at the offer but she still nodded, surely too afraid of upsetting the Queen. Well, at least, she wouldn’t be forced to eat them, so that was that.

The Queen put back the plate on the counter and looked at her feet, ashamed:

-“I wanted to… I wanted to apologize,” she declared and soon clarified: “For what happened to you. It wouldn’t have happened if I had realized my mistakes. I shouldn’t have helped Moonjumper to create this other world. I’m so sorry, I truly am.”

The ghost could feel she was being sincere and he couldn’t help but feel relieved at the idea. All this time, he had wished for her to understand what she had done, and now it was finally happening. It was too late, but at least, it was still happening.

-“Most people can’t resist the powers of the Time Pieces,” replied the child, sadly: “It’s good if you understand now. A lot of people refuse to accept they were wrong about using them.”

Vanessa only nodded in response and her eyes glanced to the Time Piece on the centre of the table. She moved in its direction and picked up, very delicately. She approached the little girl with it and handed it to her, trying to smile as she did so:

-“I believe it’s yours,” she said: “Don’t let anyone use it the way I did.”

-“I won’t.”

The kid’s determined expression was enough to tell she was more than serious about this. In fact, she had always been, seeing how she was ready to do anything to take them back. The abilities to rewind time, to create alternate dimensions… Those were extremely dangerous powers and it made sense that someone was there to keep an eye on them.

Though, the fact that this certain someone was a child still confused the ghost very much. What about her parents? Her family? Who could let a child so far away from home? But as soon as these thoughts entered his mind, a feeling of shame engulfed him: why was he thinking about that? It wasn’t his business! There was probably a very logical explanation; she came from another planet, after all! The government was maybe very different, the laws as well… Who was he to judge? It wasn’t like he was a good person either… After stealing and eating so many souls, he surely didn’t have any say regarding moral questions.

His inner monologue was cut short when he saw Vanessa picking up a little bag of cookies, and she opened her mouth again to speak:

-“Are you leaving now?” she questioned, looking at both of them as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t, fidgeting. To Snatcher, the very idea of leaving felt extremely appealing. The only thing he wanted at the moment was to come back to his forest and find back his old routine. Besides… He wasn’t feeling comfortable in the manor, especially in the state it was in now.

The child nodded, as she held the Time Piece close to her chest:

-“I should,” she said, before letting an awkward snort leave her lips: “I have a lot of things to fix on my ship, after all…”

The Queen seemed to be taken aback, perhaps because she had forgotten the kid was an alien for a brief moment. But she agreed, and accompanied them to the front door, opening it for them. When Snatcher and his ex-contractor stepped outside, Vanessa finally found back the courage to tell what had been on her mind:

-“I’ll unfreeze Subcon,” she promised, very much decided. The shade’s eyes widened at her words, but she continued before he was able to say anything: “I know it’s too late for that, but… I will keep a better control of my powers from now on. I know you won’t forgive me, and I understand… But I really wanted you to know that I regret everything I did.”

She paused, taking a deep breath and concluded, her eyes fixed on his:

-“Again, I’m really, really sorry.”

The spirit felt like a huge burden had been taken off his shoulders. She had apologized before, yet… This was much more important to him. There was something in her tone, in her words, in that promise, something she had never shown before.

Something the shade had waited for hundreds of years.

Silence settled between them and, after a few seconds, words left his mouth:

-“Thank you,” he murmured and, while it wasn’t much, his intonation said enough about how much he was glad to finally hear that. He felt the little girl grab his hand and he turned his head towards her, surprised at the sudden contact. He felt his inexistent heart warming up when he saw the kind smile on her face.

Why? Why did he felt so happy right now?

He quickly took his hand back, trying to ignore the disappointed look on the child’s face as he started to speak again:

-“Anyway, I think it’s time to go. I have traps to set, minions to order around, contracts to write... I’m a busy man.”

Vanessa’s smile came back as she answered:

-“I’m sure you are,” though she let out a snort when she saw the little girl rolling his eyes at his words. The ghost’s frustration came back, not liking the child’s attitude. However, he didn’t comment on it, as he was sure she would have made fun of him.

Another silence settled between them, as no one really knew how to end the conversation. Eventually, Vanessa broke the tensed atmosphere:

-“Well… Goodbye Alistel. I hope we’ll see each other in the future”, Snatcher nodded, but it wasn’t something really mutual, for now at the very least. The Queen then turned to the hatted brat and gave her the little bag of cookies she had promised her earlier:

-“Goodbye to you too, my child. I’m sorry for everything I put you through.”

The kid’s smile widened and she said goodbye as well. Vanessa eventually came back inside, closing the door behind her. Now, the spirit and the kid were alone once again. The ghost followed her as she stepped away, going down the stairs and jumping into the snow with a bunny hop.

-“So… What are you going to do, now?” he asked her, feeling anxious without knowing why.

-“I’ll fix my ship, now that I can search for spare parts around.”

-“And then?”

The child gave him a confused look, not really understanding where all those interrogations came from.

-“Well… I’ll continue looking for my missing Time Pieces. There are some I haven’t collected yet, and I better find them fast. Why?”

The ghost was taken aback. She did have a point: why did he care so much about what she was going to do? She had an entire spaceship for herself, allowing her to explore the whole universe if she wanted to! She would probably leave the planet after having found all of her Time Pieces, going to whatever place she had initially planned. But somehow, it all bothered him. Awful emotions hit him like a wave at the idea of the kid disappearing of his life forever. And, to his greatest horror, he knew why.

He didn’t want her to leave.

His face paled and he lost some altitude, floating closer to the ground as if he was crushed under the realization. He, the terrifying soul-stealing ghost of Subcon forest, had grown attached to a little kid. And now, that kid would be leaving soon.

He didn’t want that.

-“Snatcher? You okay?” voiced the child, staring at him with a concerned and perplexed expression. He was brought back to reality by her words, now very well aware he had let some of his emotions appear on his face and through his body language. Yet, he absolutely refused to tell her what was bothering him. Realizing he had been deluding himself was one thing, admitting it aloud was another. The ghost brushed it off, not wanting the child to understand what was on his mind:

-“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” he replied, doing his best to keep his smile painted on his face as he continued: “We’re finally back, of course I’m okay!”

The brat didn’t seem convinced by his claims, yet she didn’t insist further, maybe too tired for that. Snatcher was relieved to see she didn’t try to pray into his thoughts. There were some things he didn’t want to say… At least not before a while.

-“Anyway…” The hatted kid yawned lengthily and stretched, making some of her joints crack: “I think I’ll go back on my ship. I need a nap before working on anything, or I’ll end up damaging a lot of important stuff.”

So this was it, then? The kid would teleport back to her spaceship and leave him there? The ghost didn’t like this possibility. Would she pester him again? Would she come back to see him before leaving? Would she say goodbye to him?

He sighed against his better judgement, and nodded, doing his best to use his usual intonation:

-“Well, yeah, you better fix it! It would be a shame if you died because of it, right?” However, the words felt wrong on his tongue. While it used to be sincere a while ago… It wasn’t anymore. Snatcher didn’t want the little girl to die anymore.

What was happening to him?

His reverie was interrupted as he heard the kid giggling. His eyes glanced back on her, and he was startled a little when she pounced on him, taking him into her arms. Her face stuck to his side , her hands holding him close, while he just stood there, astounded.

She was hugging him? He looked down, staring at her in bewilderment. A few weeks ago, he would have considered it as annoying, bothersome, stupid, ridicule… But now, he felt nothing but pure warmness inside of him. Tears began to appear in his eyes, as he watched the little girl silently, while she was stroking his back gently.

He didn’t want her to leave!

He quickly dried up his tears on his arms, not wanting the kid to see them and, with hesitation, eventually replied to her embrace. He slowly put his arms around her too, looking away as sadness settled over him again. The child snorted:

-“Took you long enough,” she nagged mischievously. The shade took his hands back and pushed her away in response.

-“That’s it, young lady, no more hugging,” he groaned, making her laugh even more. She still stepped away, smiling at him:

-“Well… It’s time I fix the mess on my ship,” she announced, then continuing: “Don’t worry, I’ll visit you again, BFF!”

The shade was about to retort, his face yellow from the embarrassment, but the kid teleported herself away before he was able to say anything. A bright whitish light blinded him for a second and, when he reopened his eyes, the child was gone. A feeling of loneliness hit him like a train the second he realized he was now alone.

She had left. Sure, she had said she would come back, but… Snatcher couldn’t help but feel this way. He let his body fly higher as he lifted his head to look at the sky, knowing very well he wouldn’t see her ship, considering it was in the Void at the moment. Still, he stared at the sky for a few minutes, wondering if, perhaps, he was looking at her home planet from where he was. He wished he knew.

A sad smile came on his lips as he murmured a few words to her, happy and relieved she wouldn’t actually hear them coming from him:

-“Take care.”

The wind was the only thing replying to him and, after a few more minutes passed by watching the sky silently, he floated away, slowly making his way towards his part of the forest, glad all of this was over.

This had truly been a nightmare to relive.

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I can't believe this is the end... Welp, "Reliving An Old Nightmare" is finally over, and it's over 100k words ! Gosh... Thank you so much, everyone. I had never received so much support before for a fanfic and... Woah. I wouldn't have been able to finish writing it without you. I mean it.

After all the trouble I had for creating stuff these past years, writing and finishing such a long fanfic is an incredible accomplishment for me. Thank you, thank you so much.

I have other fanfictions on my mind, including two sequels for "Reliving An Old Nightmare". Stay tuned!

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takenene · 4 years ago

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I just finished reading your Valeyne fic and honestly.. you may see my comments already but the way you know these characters and write them so well is insane. I remember in the first chapter I was literally smiling so cheesy from the tension you built. I live for the way you write Bruce, with his inner monologue and how he retains so much personality and ATTITUDE and ugh.. love, that’s all I gotta say. LOVE LOVE LOVE. I can’t wait for your next installment in the series. Never stop writing, you have quite the knack.😌💘

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! STAHP YOU’RE SO NICE I’M GONNA DIE!!!

honestly tho. i LOVE that you like my Bruce so much. he’s got so much fire i can’t really imagine writing him without it, and hearing that it WORKS is just about the best thing ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ

LOVE!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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threnodygrimblood · 5 years ago

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The Family that Shouldn’t Be

Summary: With Muriel and Eustace dead, Courage finds himself all alone at the farmhouse. Fortunately or unfortunately for Courage, the villains he faced in the past begins to make themselves at home at the farmhouse, bringing with them much fun and mayhem the small pink dog can handle.

Rated T for just in case

Firstly, Happy Halloween! I hope all of you have a fun and safe Halloween.

Secondly, I would like to show my appreciation and gratitude to those who sent an ask. Thank you so much for them! They made my day reading all the nice things you've said. I honestly thought everyone would get tired of reading another fanfic with the same plot with Muriel and Eustace dying and the villains living with Courage as some of the other fanfics. Thank you all so much again. I will try to reply to your reviews as soon as I can.

Thirdly, I know I said I was going to switch between my two CtCD fanfics, but I really wanted to do a Halloween chapter for The Family that Shouldn't Be. Plus, Tales of Halloween inspired me with the living evil pumpkins attacking idea. I also wanted to have Muriel and Eustace be able to visit on Hallow's Eve when the veil is at its weakest, and the dead can visit the living for a certain amount of time. And sorry, still no Clutching Foot appearance. I'll make sure the Clutching Foot shows up in the next chapter.

I also apologize if some of it feels rushed. I did have a deadline for getting this chapter done in time for Halloween.

All Courage the Cowardly Dog character belongs to John Dilworth

The Halloween Where Pumpkins Attacked

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It was the day before Halloween and Courage, and the villains were on their way to pick up some items to celebrate it. Much to Courage, and to his surprise, Katz's dismay, Cajun wanted to hold a horror movie marathon. So, their first stop was at a blockbuster to rent movies. Courage still wondered how he and Katz got roped into picking out movies.

"All I'm saying is we should replace the tape player with a DVD player," Cajun said as they walked into the building.

"I think that is something we should agree on unanimously," Katz argued.

Though it was Autumn, the middle of Nowhere was still a hot desert, the heat had lessened slightly despite it, and the city was starting to feel the chill of winter coming. Courage looked up at Katz. The feline was wearing a grey sweater over a white dress shirt. The dog wasn't sure why he thought Katz looked suave wearing those clothes and wondered why his thoughts went to when the feline had dressed as a captain during that submarine scam of his and thought he looked. . .dashing. Courage shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Courage watched Katz pick a movie off the rack and study it.

"Uh, Katz? I can ask you a question?" Courage asked.

"You already have," Katz answered as he placed the movie back.

Courage gave the cat a disgruntled stare. "I wanted to ask you why you don't like horror movies."

"The horror movies these days are all the same. Drugs, sex, naked women, alcohol, and more blood a human body can't hold. I much prefer the old classic horror movies." Katz answered.

Cajun scoffed. "Those old black and white movies are sooooo boring."

"You do realize that without the classics, the horror genre wouldn't be the way they are today," Katz informed him.

"Yeah, 'cus someone thought they were boring and decided to improve them." Cajun conversed.

Since Courage didn't like horrifying movies, he left the villains in the horror section and was in the children section looking at the Halloween themed cartoons he could find. As he looked over one, he heard a commotion as the employee attempted to wrestle a movie out of Weremole's mouth while Katz holding onto Weremole demanded the feral animal to let go. Other than that little hitch and having to pay to replace the damaged tape, they each chose several movies they wanted to watch. They went to the store to pick up ingredients to cook with and drink.

Before going into the store, they had to remind Weremole repeatedly not to attack or eat anyone. The shopping was still tense for Courage as he kept a close eye on Weremole. Katz and Weremole stayed with the cart as the other three looked at the pumpkins sitting in the front of the produce section. Courage noted that each pumpkin looked perfect; not even one was misshapen or had a blemish on them. He grabbed a random pumpkin and spotted a sticker on it, stating the military produced the pumpkins. The few times Courage encountered the military didn't turn out well, so he had a foreboding feeling towards these pumpkins.

"Hey, pup!"

Courage looked over to see Cajun walking over to him with two pumpkins under each arm.

"Found a pumpkin yet?" he asked.

"Mm-hm." Courage answered.

"Let's put them in the cart, yeah?" Cajun said.

They, along with Le Quack, placed their pumpkins into the cart. Cajun went back and came back with two more pumpkins. Courage knew five of the pumpkins were for each of them, but Cajun wouldn't say why he got an extra pumpkin.

When they reached the baking aisle, Courage spotted Halloween themed cookie cutters. He set them in the cart and other items to make sugar cookies, and every time he did, he would glance up at Katz to see his reaction. The cat gave none. Once they paid their purchases, they loaded everything into the back of the truck, got into the cab, and drove home. Once at home, they set the pumpkins near the front door, placed the tapes next to the tv, and put their groceries away. Katz, Cajun, and Courage started working on the sweets they wanted to make for Halloween.

Courage was the last to finish as he wasn't making one cookie dough but four. Plain, black, orange, and green. Katz was still there, enjoying a cup of tea. He wrapped each dough and placed them in the refrigerator.

"Need help with the dishes?" Katz inquired.

Courage was surprised to hear Katz offer to help with the dishes, and he wasn't going to refuse. "Yes, thank you."

With Katz's help, they finished washing the dishes in record time. The rest of the day went by without a hitch, and Courage was quite relaxed as he went to sleep that night.

Courage woke early on Halloween day to get started on his cookies. He rolled out the chilled cookie dough out on the table and used the cookie cutters on each one. The pumpkin cutter in the orange dough. Bat and cat cutters in the black dough. The witch in the green dough. And the skull and ghost cutters in the plain dough. He wiped at his forehead and let out a breath once the cookies finished being baked and cooled. Next came the decorating as he set out the different colored icing on the table.

With his tongue tucked between his teeth, Courage started working on drawing faces on each cookie. A lot of the faces were crooked, and as long they tasted good, he didn't mind that they weren't perfect. The dog smiled at the cookies, ready to be eaten during their movie marathon. He turned around and stopped. Katz leaned against the refrigerator watching him.

"Uh, why are you just standing there?" Courage inquired.

"You were so fixated on your decorating I didn't want to disturb you," Katz answered as he walked over to the dog.

Katz leaned over to inspect the cookies. "There isn't any vinegar in these, is there?"

Courage had to fight not to roll his eyes. "Muriel was the one that put vinegar in everything. These are plain sugar cookies." Courage answered.

Courage watched Katz plucked a pumpkin cookie from the plate, took a bite, and chew. The cat stopped eating and eyed the cookie.

"What's in this?" he asked after he swallowed.

Oh, right.

"I added some allspice to make the pumpkin cookies taste like a pumpkin." Courage explained.

"Interesting," Katz said. He finished the cookie and said, "You better not enter them into the Nowhere Sweet Stuff contest next year."

Courage blinked his eyes at Katz. His tone didn't sound at all threatening or menacing. It seemed more like he was being playful, maybe even . . .teasing? No. That can't be right. Courage shook his head; he was sure he imagined it. The kitchen door swung open, and a being with a carved pumpkin for a head burst into the room.

"Roar!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Courage screamed. He leaped up and clung to the side of Katz's face shaking and stammering.

Katz wasn't affected by the scare. If anything, he was annoyed. Cajun reached up and pulled the pumpkin off his head. Courage had been focusing on the frightening pumpkin head; he didn't realize it was Cajun.

"Hahaha! Sorry, pup. I came to tell ya both that we're just waitin' on ya both to carve the pumpkins out on the front porch, and I couldn't resist tryin' to scare ya." Cajun apologized.

Katz spoke not a word as he calmly and gently grasped Courage with a paw and pulled him off. The cat plant the dog in one of the chairs walked over to Cajun, grabbed the pumpkin out the fox's paws, and slammed it down on his head. Cajun yelped as the pumpkin smashed into pieces.

Appeased, Katz turned to Courage and said, "Let's put your cookies on the dining table with the other sweets, so they don't get in the way of cooking later."

"What about the dishes?" Courage asked.

"We'll have the fox do them for scaring you," Katz told the dog.

Courage agreed with Katz and with the plate in paws and thanking the feline for opening the kitchen door for him, placed the plate on the dining table. Katz headed for the front of the house, and Courage followed him. Le Quack sat on the front porch covered with newspaper and Weremole sniffed at the seeds and pumpkin guts.

Cajun walked out while rubbing at his head. "Pick your pumpkin. I brought plenty of knives for each of us."

Each one started on their pumpkin, except for Weremole, who just stared at his.

"Here, let me help." Courage offered.

The dog cut open the top and scooped out all the seeds and insides for Weremole. When Courage finished, Weremole continued staring at the pumpkin then took a bite out of it. Courage grimace as the feral mole spat the shell and flesh out.

"Well, that's one way to carve a pumpkin," Cajun commented

Courage looked closely and saw the fox was right. Weremole had managed to gouge out two eyes, a nose, and a mouth out of the pumpkin. The dog went to work on his pumpkin when he heard Le Quack chuckle, followed by a small explosion.

"Watch it!" Katz hissed as he brushed off bits of the pumpkin off his arm.

"It is nice, no?" Le Quack asked, showing off his pumpkin, which had smoke swirling out the face the duck somehow was able to blow out without destroying the pumpkin itself. Courage was impressed.

Courage went back to his pumpkin and looked up only when Cajun declared his jack-o-lantern done. He had given it evil eyes and a wicked jagged smile. Courage thought it was good and noticed that Katz didn't touch his pumpkin.

"You're not going to carve your pumpkin?" Courage asked the cat.

"I do not find it fun," Katz answered.

"You don't like Halloween, huh?" Courage said.

"I enjoyed it when I was a kitten — dressing up as something else to scheme people for candy. But as I grew older, it lost its magic. It became tedious." Katz explained.

Le Quack chuckled. "I used to con other children out of their bags of candy."

That was terrible!

"I enjoyed the parties! The food and activities." Cajun inputted.

Weremole never celebrated the holiday, so he didn't have much to say.

"What about you, pup?" Cajun asked.

"We never really celebrated it. Muriel would make something special on this day, but I never went trick-or-treating. Unless you count going into stores that gave out candy for free." Courage answered.

"Well, what about with your parents?" Cajun questioned.

Courage's ears drooped, and he looked dejected. "If they had, I don't remember. The earliest memory I can remember was of my parents when I lost them to a crazy veterinarian. He launched them into space on a rocket while I was a pup. He wanted to breed dogs in outer space, which I still don't know why. I don't know if they're still alive or not to this day." He explained.

Courage didn't know why he decided to confine with the villains a bit of his past. He supposed it was because he saw them as a family and was becoming more relaxed around them. He noticed how quiet it was and looked up to see the villains staring intently at him.

"Oh, pup!" Cajun exclaimed, rushing over to Courage and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug, squeezing an "Urk!" out of the dog.

Weremole and Le Quack gave their condolences to the dog as well, and Katz stayed where he was. Cajun put Courage back down, and the dog was able to finish carving his jack-o-lantern. Crescent shaped eyes, a round nose, and a happy mouth.

"How cute," Cajun commented. "What about you, pussy cat?"

Katz ignored the fox and walked into the house.

"That's rude." huffed Cajun.

Courage thought Cajun was right, but he also knew Katz being a cat can be aloof. Le Quack and Weremole went off to do their own thing, leaving Cajun and Courage alone. Cajun not wanting to let the pumpkin go to waste, carved up Katz's pumpkin.

"Do you think Katz would look this if he were a lot less serious?" Cajun asked as he showed the dog the pumpkin.

Cajun carved a smiling cat face into the last pumpkin. Cat ears were even cut into the orange gourd. Courage then helped carry the knives into the kitchen when he and Cajun cleaned up the mess on the front porch.

"Don't worry about washin' 'em pup. I got it." Cajun informed Courage.

"Are you sure?" Courage asked.

"Yup. Plus, I owe washin' yer dishes for scarin' ya." Cajun told him.

Courage thanked Cajun and not knowing what else to do until everyone was ready to watch the movies, the dog went up to the attic. He stopped in the doorway when he caught sight of Katz sitting at the computer. Courage carefully strolled over to the feline. "Katz?" he called softly.

Katz looked up at Courage as the dog got closer, then he did something that Courage didn't expect. Katz pulled the dog into a hug. Courage was utterly speechless, and unlike Cajun's bone-crushing embrace, Katz's hug was gentler. He wished he understood what the cat was thinking. He also wanted Katz to show him more of this side of him. Katz released his hold and stared intently at Courage.

The only thing Courage could think of saying was, "Thank you, Katz."

Katz nodded and asked, "When will the movie marathon start?"

"After breakfast or lunch? Cajun didn't specify." Courage answered.

Katz let out a sigh. "Let us go and ask the fox."

Both made the trek down to the main floor, and as soon they walked into the dining room, they heard noises in the kitchen. Feeling terror welling up in him, Courage hung back behind Katz as he pushed the kitchen door open. Looking from behind Katz's legs, the dog watched as Cajun hand both paws clamped around a pumpkin on his head as he stumbled about the kitchen.

Katz had a cross look on his face, and as he placed his paws on his hips he said, "It wasn't funny the first time you did that, what makes you think it would be funny the second time?"

"I'm not doing it this time! The thing just came in and chomped down on my head!" was Cajun's garbled answer as he tried to pull the pumpkin off his head and walked into the kitchen table.

Letting out a loud gasp of alarm, ran over to Cajun, grabbed hold of the pumpkin, he pulled Cajun down to the floor with him and tugged as hard as he could on the pumpkin.

"Easy! Easy!" yelped Cajun.

With a mighty tug, Courage removed the pumpkin off the fox's head. Cajun fell on his back, and Courage stumbled backward before catching his balance. The pumpkin wiggled in Courage's arms then it turned to face the dog. Courage's eyes widen in horror as the jack-o-lantern opened its mouth wide, snarled at him, and reached out to him with vines.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Courage screamed, eyes popping out. Red paws took the pumpkin from Courage's hands, and Katz threw the pumpkin away. The dog winced when he heard glass shattering.

"I think our pumpkins are alive and hungry," Cajun groaned, rubbing his head.

After catching a breather, Courage asked, "Where are Le Quack and Weremole?"

Right on cue, Le Quack waddled into the kitchen, his mallet on his shoulder with pieces of pumpkin pulp dripping off it. Cajun stifled a snort as they could see Le Quack's backside was missing his tail feathers.

"I am, how do you say, not amused." Le Quack said with a vexed look on his face.

"What happened to you?" Cajun asked, still trying not to laugh.

"The pumpkin snuck up and tried to eat me. It took my feathers as I tried to get it off." Le Quack answered, looking directly at Cajun and held his mallet menacingly. Cajun got the hint.

A pumpkin came bouncing in, stopped in front of the group, and began shaking to and fro. Courage shook and bit at his claws as the three villains watched ready to attack if the pumpkin went for any of them. What they didn't expect was for it to explode into pieces with Weremole bursting out with a vicious snarl.

"It's like something out of an alien movie!" Cajun screamed as he threw himself onto Katz.

Katz glared at the fox and tried to shove him off. "It's only Weremole," he stated as said feral mole shook his body to get pumpkin out his fur.

"How is that's not worst?!" Cajun challenged.

While the villains were busy talking, the jack-o-lantern thrown out the window met up with one of the other jack-o-lanterns, and together they gathered seeds from the trashcan and planted the seeds nearby. The jack-o-lantern Courage made walked over on vine feet with the watering can and poured it on the packed ground. Vines and pumpkins grew out of the field rapidly, and the jack-o-lanterns started making slices into several of the pumpkins.

"What about the other pumpkins?" Le Quack inquired.

"One's out there," Cajun said, jabbing his thumb in the direction Katz threw it. "And the last two should be out in the front."

Pumpkins began climbing in through the open window and broke down the door. Courage and the villains screamed at the sight. They made a run for it. Or at least Courage, after picking up the four villains, made a run for it through the rooms downstairs and seeing more jack-o-lanterns coming into the living room, ran up the stairs to the attic. After slamming the door shut with a foot, Courage dropped the villains and took a breather.

"Ah. . ."

Courage looked up to see the villains staring at the cat pumpkin Cajun made. It stared back with its smiling face, and Courage relaxed, thinking it was harmless. Then its face morphed into a snarling face and clamped down onto Katz's leg. Katz's fur puffed up and started kicking at the thing.

"Someone get this blasted thing off my leg!" he growled.

Katz should've been careful with what he asked for. Le Quack brought his mallet down on the pumpkin, destroying it. Luckily Katz was quick enough to avoid having his foot injured.

"What now?" Cajun asked.

"I think the better question to ask is where did those pumpkins came from," Katz said as he examined his leg.

Courage piped up. "There was a sticker on the pumpkins that said the military grew them."

"Figures." Katz sighed.

"What now?" Cajun asked.

They heard shrieking coming from outside. Looking out the window, Courage and the villains watched as the pumpkins began feasting on each other. To their horror, each time a pumpkin grew more prominent each time it ate one. When they finished, all was left were ten pumpkins left, all of them in different sizes, but one noticeably larger. They watched as the pumpkins got together to form a body almost as big as the house.

"Oh, great. Now we must deal with a giant evil pumpkin version of a snowman," muttered Cajun.

Courage pulled a polaroid camera out from a pocket and snapped a quick picture. Once the photo developed, he scanned it and got on the computer. He ignored the others gathering around him to watch as he attached the photo to an email he was preparing to send to the military.

"You're bringing the army here?!" Le Quack screamed.

"I didn't know what else to do." defend Courage.

Katz pinched the bridge of his nose. "What we need to do is think of a way to defeat that thing before it kills us or before the military shows up."

Weremole snarled at them.

"Weremole is correct. The pumpkin I smashed is not doing much." Le Quack stated.

"So, all we have to do is smash that thing to kill it," Cajun concluded.

"It'll take more than us hitting it with weapons to destroy it," Katz stated.

Courage thought on it and said, "We could destroy it if we had explosives. . ."

One by one, heads turned to look at Le Quack. The duck looked at each individual and said, "I may have a case. . . or two. . . or five of TNT and a couple of barrels of explosives in the barn."

"What are they doing in the barn?" Cajun asked.

"The cat did not want me storing them in the basement like I wanted to." Le Quack explained.

"Really?" Cajun asked, turning his attention to Katz.

"Forgive me for not wanting cases of volatile explosives going off and destroying the farmhouse and possibly us with it just by being tapped or jostled." Katz huffed.

"Well, thank you for thinking about our well-being, but it's not gonna help us with our situation now, is it?" Cajun said.

The house shook and looking out the window; Courage saw the pumpkin creature searching for them.

"Guys!" he called out to get the other's attention. "I'll distract the thing, and you go get the TNT and set it somewhere so we can destroy it."

"Why does it have to be us?" Cajun asked out of curiosity.

"Because I've been running around all my life, making me quick enough to outrun it, and you're villains and know how to blow things up?" Courage answered.

"He has a point." Le Quack stated.

"We'll have to lure it away from the house. At the very least, from the windmill, since I'm sure none of us want those vandals to show up again." Katz proposed.

The window smashed open as vines wiggled their way into the room. They all screamed, and out the door, they went.

Courage bolted ahead of the villains down both flights of stairs and out the back door. He stopped as the pumpkin creature still felt its way around the room, and the dog called out, "Hey!"

The pumpkin looked down at the dog and screamed at him. Courage screamed back and took off. He felt the ground shook with every step the creature took after him. Courage took the thing out in the desert and realized that in his haste, he forgot to ask how he would know where the villains were going to set up their trap. As the two ran around the vast stretch of desert, Courage was starting to get winded as the sun pounded mercilessly down on him.

The dog was starting to slow, and he wished he had a dirt bike. He felt the creature take a swipe at him, and with a startled cry, Courage pumped his legs harder. Up ahead, he saw TNT and other explosive barrels piled into a giant mound, and he was heading right towards it. How was he going to escape the creature before running headlong into it? Turning away would only bring the beast with him. Courage's brain worked hard on what to do when the ground under him crumbled, and he fell into a hole.

"Oof!" Courage cried out as he landed on his rump. He realized he wasn't alone as Weremole was in the hole with him. The ground shook as the pumpkin creature ran past, and then it shook more violently as a loud explosion rend the air.

When it was all quiet, Courage and Weremole climbed out of the hole to see how it went with the pumpkin creature. They saw a giant smoking crater with large pieces of the pumpkins splattered every and other pieces raining down.

"Maybe we overdid it with the explosives." Cajun mused.

"Better with the overkill than under kill, no?" Le Quack asked.

They heard sirens and turning towards the source saw vehicles approaching. The cars stopped nearby, and Courage recognized the General as he stepped out.

"I say, we heard the explosion and came this way. Are you the ones that sent that email about the pumpkins?" the General inquired. Courage nodded. "Where is the pumpkin creature?"

Courage, worried about the villains, but more importantly, Le Quack, turned back to look at them and saw that Weremole wasn't in sight, and Cajun and Le Quack were wearing fake mustaches and Katz rubbed at his temple.

"Take a look around," Cajun said, indicating the destroyed mess around them.

"Right." the General glanced at the soldier standing next to him who nodded, turned towards the other soldiers standing nearby, and made a hand gesture. The soldiers pulled out shovels and began shoveling up the mess.

"I do apologize for any grievance you all experienced, gentlemen." the General apologized. "We were trying out a new way of growing pumpkins; we didn't expect something like this to happen."

"Shocking," Katz muttered under his breath.

"Well, we'll take care of things here, you civilians can be on your way." the General informed them.

"What about the other pumpkins bought?" Courage asked.

"We'll look into it and pull the pumpkins out the stores."

Dismissed, Courage and the others headed back home. Seeing the mess, the pumpkins made, they all worked together to clean it all up, getting rid of the smashed pumpkins they managed to take out.

"This house is going to reek of pumpkins for days," Cajun commented.

Cajun and Katz boarded up the broken windows as Courage swept up the broken glass. It was late in the day when they were finished cleaning their house and were able to eat anything. Fortunately, there were leftovers from the previous night they were able to eat.

"And you said we would never eat the leftovers." Cajun boasted to Katz.

The cat tsked in response.

They ate the leftovers while Weremole went hunting for rabbits and soon after went to watch their movies. Everyone settled into their spots except Le Quack took the rocking chair, and Courage sat with Katz in the armchair. Courage was speechless as to why Katz allowed him to sit with him but didn't much time to ponder more on it as Cajun put the first movie on. Most of the films had Courage covering his eyes or covering his ears. It was the tense music that did it, and every time he did, Katz would scratch him behind an ear.

Movie after movie and snack after snack made the rest of the go by, most of the popcorn and candy ended up on the floor by Cajun cheering whenever the villain caught their prey or by Courage when he jumped from a jump scare. They had all fallen asleep before the last film ended. Cajun was sprawled out on the floor, sleeping with his mouth wide open, Weremole slept on his side, snoring loudly, Le Quack had his beak tucked under a wing, and Courage lay asleep on Katz's lap.

Not even one was aware of the ghostly visitors they had.

"Is that a lovely sight?" Muriel asked with a smile on her face.

"Who cares about that, Muriel! I want the stupid cat and stupid dog out of my chair!" Eustace snapped and reached out for Katz. His hands passed through Katz, and each time the cat's brows would crease, and his tail would twitch in agitation.

"Oh, Eustace." Muriel scowled with her hands on her hips. "You're dead. You don't need your chair anymore."

Eustace grumbled as he worked harder to get the cat out of his chair. Muriel smiled again at Courage, but it was a sad smile. "Oh, Courage. I worried about what would happen to you the day Eustace and I would pass. I'm sorry we left you alone suddenly, but I'm so happy to see you have new friends now."

Muriel had been appalled when she discovered four of the six villains Eustace called upon to kill Courage was living with him. She was going to find a way to kick them out of the house. Still, Muriel became at ease after seeing the house intact, save for the windows boarded up. Looking closely at Courage, she saw there were no injuries the dog was well-fed and not only cared for but relaxed around them to sleep without worrying about any of them attacking him. And she could see he was content the way Courage snuggled in the cat's lap and the paw resting on the dog's back was relaxed and not holding down or the like.

Muriel pet Courage's head and continued. "Remember that I'll always love you, my Courage." she placed a kiss on his forehead.

Courage stirred from his sleep. "Muriel?" he whispered.

He glanced around the room, sure that he didn't imagine it as the grandfather clock near the stairs announced it was midnight. He felt Katz's fingers ran through his fur.

"Were you dreaming?" Katz asked.

Courage supposed he was and nodded.

"I don't know about you, but I rather not sleep here and wake up with stiff joints," Katz told him.

Courage agreed and the two as quietly as can be headed up to their room.

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