#i like to think that miles would be like the ‘my dad can whoop your dad’s ass’ but about uncle aaron

[milimeters-morales]

ACAU Miles doesn’t like thinking of Aaron being the Prowler (i’ve decided he figures it out in year two, but doesn’t tell anyone about it) because he doesn’t like that Aaron is doing bad shit and lying about it, and a smaller part of him doesn’t ever want to consider that Aaron and Peter are remotely similar right now, but he sort of… like, he starts to believe “playing favorites is fine when it comes to family” and doesn’t give any hints to anyone about his uncle being the Prowler, when he hears about what the Prowler’s done some nights he’ll brush it off and make himself forget a few days later, and if it sticks with him he tries to convince himself he’s jumping to conclusions and Aaron surely had his reasons. If he accepts that his uncle is capable of this evil, that means he’d have to tell people, and that would no doubt get Aaron taken away from him, and would send him (and his possible sister) into the system. Besides, his uncle is just trying to provide for them the best way he knows how, and life isn’t fair anyways, why ruin what he’s got? Why does he have to be the one to be good all the time, why can’t the adults just know without his intervention, why can’t he just sit back and let them do whatever they want? Especially since it’s not really negatively affecting him. He’s got a roof over his head, always has food, a warm bed, and a loving guardian, soooo… 🤷🏾‍♂️

[beauleifu]

Hello! Can you write a oneshot or a headcanon (platonic, ofc) about Macaque with a reserved but also very outgoing child? (like those kids that are calm and reserved but if you mention something they really like they just go off and start rambling all happy and excited)

I had this idea in my head for a little while, I think it'd be really funny and wholesome if he just appeared at Pigsy's Noodles w/ his child and everyone's like "wh- YOU'RE A DAD??? WHEN??? HOW????" and he just watches with that Tired Parent Look™ as his kid stares directly at MK and goes "YOU'RE THAT MONKIE GUY ON THE TV!!!"

Sorry for any errors! English is not my first language, I apologize for the long text aswell, I'm just an absolute sap for the "tired but loving dad" trope also you can totally delete my ask or skip it if you don't want to write it!! Thank you either way, your writing is wonderful :) !

All right! *cracks fingers, snaps neck- whoops-*

You got it anon! Sorry for not answering this ask sooner, I realized headcanons are easier to write than an actual oneshot considering the limited time I have to write nowadays. But I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the ask! <333

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MACAQUE X CHILD!READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Long ago, a wise old monkey had taken you under his wing, to train you and teach you the ways- okay, let's save the theatrics for later, that's Macaque's thing. Your father figure. Honestly, he's growing on you, and it's starting to show now that people are pointing it out.

TW: None!

HEADCANNONS

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Macaque doesn't normally take you somewhere where conflict is bound to arise. He'd prefer someplace more peaceful, like a park/museum/theater. Unless, of course, he's in the mood for adventure and will literally take you skydiving without a permit.

Totally the irresponsible dad. He's protective as FUCK, let's make that clear, but in the end he trusts you to take care of yourself

perhaps a bit too much, and even you think that

He'll encourage you to pet that snake

He'll give you the thumbs up if you wanted to climb to the top of the weather tower during a thunderstorm

Like "Go get 'em, (Y/N)! Make your father proud!"

With such a dramatic character when it comes to encouraging you, Macaque will become insanely tired. He'll be snoring on the couch and won't wake up even if you stacked all the furniture in the house on his back

Speaking of the house, he and you live far away from any danger

This guy didn't know jack shit about being a dad at first (you kind of hat to teach him, oh how the turns have tabled) But once he understood the basics, he took the reins, eager to impress you and earn your respect. Macaque isn't usually a sucker for developing any relationship with Earthly figures, but you were the only exception. He'd lay awake at night thinking if he's making the right choice, then slapping himself for even considering abandoning you. You are too precious.

Which is why he's totally, utterly wrapped around your little finger

So when you ask to get take-out at Pigsy's Noodles, it doesn't take much effort to sway his stoic resolve

"Dad. Pops. Papa. Father of mine," you say, grabbing his face, looking a lot older than you actually are. "Please!"

Since Macaque can't turn his face to the side (squished as it is), he sighs dramatically and closes his eyes. You catch the faint, irritated twitch of his tail, but that's about the only hint of Fed-Up Parent you can detect.

"(Y/N), Megapolis is miles away."

"You have shadow magic!"

"You can't just abuse my powers, especially now that you've decided to abuse yours," he grunts, albeit grinning at you. He' loosing.

Triumph fills your chest. "I can handle it! Uncle Pigsy would love to see me!"

"Uncle!?" Macaque splutters, finally escaping your grip. Shocked eyes blink down at you. "Sweetheart, you haven't even met Pigsy, you've only seen him from afar."

You blink up, flaunting those devil-may-care puppy eyes.

Oh, he hates it when you do that.

"Puh-lease! I'll do anything! i'll scratch your back! Do my chores before games! I-I'll stay out of your secret stash of peaches!" You gasp, flopping down on the soft carpet lining the floor. You consider the intricate pattern for a moment, then mutter under your breath; "Even though you said you hate those. . . ."

Macaque fixes you with a stern look. "You know about that, huh?"

"Mayyybe."

Like I said, not that much effort. The guy may be invulnerable to harm at best, but his immortality falls short under your tactics. Persuasive skills that he taught you to use.

Sucks how plans backfire, huh?

When you two do get to the shop, however, Macaque goes into full parent-mode

He doesn't care if you think it's uncool, you're holding his hand and that's that. He'd get you one of those child harnesses but thank the stars you'd convinced him you're worth more than such a humiliating child-control device.

So in you go, holding hands, Macaque glaring at anyone who spares you a curious glance.

When Macaque sees who's at the counter, he almost does a 180 out of there

It's MK.

Of all people.

He hasn't seen the two of you yet, though. You feel Macaque's paw tighten over your small, nimble fingers, and you can't help but squeeze back in return, asking a silent question.

It's times like these where you don't know what to do. You're still a child, even if this was your idea.

But then you spot who's at the counter

and At the same time, Pigsy comes 'round the corner with a giant tray of noodles- fit for the exact number of people surrounding the Monkie Kid. Suddenly, Macaque realizes who all is there.

This guy

Parent-Panic-Pro

The literal Monkey King is the first to turn head, eyes landing on Macaque first. You can tell instantly his fight-or-flight response just kicked in; shoulders tensing, teeth baring, eyes widening (oh yes, typical ex behavior- HAHA)

Then, all heads are turning.

And Monkey King's eyes land on you

Macaque steps in front of you, form tense and on high alert. "Heyyyy," he says, awkwardly.

The Monkey King tilts his head, perhaps confused as to why his old friend is protecting a little kid. Then he realizes. Poor guy connects the dots, lets out an unholy gasp of astonishment, and points and the both of you

"YOU. YOU- AND THEM- MACISTHATYOURKID-"

Pandemonium.

At least, in the most gentle context. MK and his friends do a double take, the Monkey King is gaping and trying to figure out who could ever love Macaque to result in this- and your dad just completely gives up. He gives you this look, like 'see why I was against bringing you here'

And you know. And your eyes say sorry, that you'll make it up to him later

Typical silent father/child communicating

(you guys are really good at that, communicating through your eyes or expressions. it helps in crowds)

That is, until your eyes fall on MK and realize for the first time that he's actually there

And Macaque's face falls into an impossibly disappointed facade (really, he's happy you're socializing) as you let go of his hand and prance right up to MK, eyes literal stars.

Thank goodness for MK, for he's kind and patient enough to let you blabble and gush on about how cool he is and how you've stayed up to date on the latest chaos he's incited (poor dude looks a bit downcast at that)

Funny how you went to such a well-behaved, shy kid to an energetic hyper-fixated gremlin in two seconds

All the while, Pigsy is listening, Monkey King corners Macaque and quietly demands answers (the two of them talk in the background for awhile as you socialize)

Noodles are served

There's just so many people in Pigsy's Noodles that the owner himself couldn't keep track of who ordered what, so everyone just got the same thing- and lots of it

In the end, you're all sitting down at the table (everyone had worked together to gather as many spare tables/chairs as possible to sit together at one huge-ass table)

You insisted you sit with Mei and MK in order to interrogate them about their adventures

OF course, you mean well, and they know that. And Macaque never pulls you aside because he likes seeing you like this, it makes him happy knowing you're indulging in the things you love, and he deosn't have the heart to tell you it's almost time to go home.

So you stay there for awhile, chatting with Mk and his friends

You get to know Pigsy (he doesn't mind being called your uncle, said at this point he's practically everyone's uncle or dad)

But alas

You're bit a child

And towards the end of the night, aftter everyone is stuffed full of noodles, you're conked out in your chair, slumped and snoring softly, eyes fluttering from dreaming

Everyone glances at you, how fucking adorable you are

Macaque straightens, clears his throat, says it's time for him to leave

Sun Wukong stops him for a moment, just to say

"Keep them safe, Mac."

Of course, like the #1 Dad he is, Macaque snorts. "I think I know more about raising a kid than you do, Wukong. I'll . . . see you out there."

Then he picks you up, carefully, so you stay sleeping, and walks out

but not before turning around to thank everyone for dinner

For once, they offer smiles (some are weaker and less meaningful than others, but props for trying. Macaque is kinda responsible for a lot of pain in their lives, anyways)

You don't register any of it, too full of noodles and new information regarding your idols

Macaque knows he'll never hear the end of it

Perhaps that's a good thing, considering the fond smile on his face as he gently carries you home, lays you in bed, and pulls the covers over your snoring form. He eagerly awaits the morning to which you'll wake him up excitedly ranting about tonight, about how you want to do it again

And he's wrapped around your little finger, so if course he'll listen to you

this guy would move the world for you

[musings-of-a-rose]

Falling Slowly - Chapter 11

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 5000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: What started as a simple “wanting to make Tommy an actual daddy” turned into a whole ass fic. Is anyone really surprised? I absolutely adore Tommy and Daisy and would love to revisit them! 

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The truck runs out of gas just inside of Teton County. We gather up our packs, keeping our guns loose in our hands but ready, as we march through the woods. Tommy had found a paper map of Wyoming, noticing that there was a small notation of a hydroelectric dam on it. He's convinced that this settlement will be near there and I admit, that's a great place to start looking.

We don't make it within 20 miles of that plant before horses and riders come from nowhere, immediately surrounding us, their faces masked. Tommy puts his arms out to shield us, knowing that there was no way he could shoot them all.

"What are you doing out here?" A man bellows at us, his horse snuffing, a swirl of air puffing out from his nose in the cool, fall breeze.

"We heard there may be a settlement around here. We're looking for a place to call home."

"You know anything about dams?" A woman speaks up from behind the first man.

"I uh, I was in construction. I know some things. I can take a look."

She stares at him from behind her mask, weighing our usefulness. "And them?"

"My wife can grow anything. And has some medical knowledge. My son..helps her."

Several long moments pass. I can't get a read on them. If they are from this settlement, I can't really blame them for being so selective. And secretive.

"You come here on foot?"

"For the last 50 or so miles. We had a truck. Still works, but no gas."

She nods. "Stash it?"

Tommy nods. "Just in case we needed it again."

"Smart man. Alright, you guys come back to town with us."

They offered us horses, which Jax hopped on immediately, his whole face lighting up with excitement. It had been years since he was able to ride. I'm still on the fence about trusting them. After a while, we see their gates in the distance, a little shotty and in need of, well, Tommy's expertise. But that's not what holds my attention.

"Is your town named Jackson?" Jax asks the woman.

She nods. "It is."

Jax laughs, a sound I hadn't heard in a very long time. "That's my name! Must be a sign, right mom?"

The gates open and I'm rendered speechless. It's a town. A whole ass town. People are milling about like everything is normal. The woman, Maria, starts to give us a tour, pointing out the town hall, the bar, clothing swap and repair, and little general stores. She takes us around and shows us the barns, slots for at least 40 horses, the herd of sheep, and the dairy cows and goats. Jax practically comes unglued from the Earth when seeing everything. Maria smiles at his excitement.

"You're 17, right?" Jax nods. "Well I think you should still attend school. At least to just get to know the other kids. But your official duty, in my opinion, should be with the animals. What do you think?"

"Yeah! Dad, is that ok?" Jax clings to Tommy's arm and he smiles patting his hand.

"Yeah, of course, bud."

Jax whoops and punches the sky, immediately apologizing to the chickens that had started frantically clucking and running around their enclosure.

But what really impressed me was our house, an actual house. Maria stopped in front of this beautiful 3 bedroom, two story house, complete with a front porch. It was like stepping into a time machine. They had cleaned all of the houses and kept them maintained, but the decor was exactly the same as it was on outbreak day 14 years ago.

Jax picked a room once belonging to a teenage boy, judging from the decor. We quickly unpacked our things and headed into town, getting a hot, fresh meal and trying not to overstuff ourselves. They gave us a small ration of food to take home, a carton of eggs, some flour, salt, yeast, honey, a carton of milk, and, much to Tommy's delight, a small container of coffee.

I was afraid that all of the time spent just growing up around us, and then on the constant move with the Fireflies would make it difficult for Jax to make friends.

I couldn't be more wrong.

Immediately, the kids from town were fascinated by Jax, asking him tons of questions about the outside, about him. He eventually takes off with them, going to movie night at the community center.

Tommy and I walk back home, his arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side. "That kid made fast friends."

"I was so worried about that. Guess I didn't need to be."

"Nah. He's a good kid and they can see that."

We stop for a moment outside of our house, looking up at it. "This was a good move, Mr. Miller. I like it here."

I turn to look at him and he smiles, pressing his lips to mine briefly before we head inside, the early fall chill on the wind making us shiver slightly. Tommy starts to unpack the food while I take a quick shower, groaning as the hot water sends goosebumps across my skin. I hadn't had a proper hot shower since we'd left the cabin.

I lay on the bed wrapped only in my towel, finally allowing myself to relax for the first time in...years. I can't remember how many at this point. Tommy comes in and wolfwhistles at me and I try, and fail, to hide my smirk.

"Looks like they left a present for me on the bed," Tommy chuckles, attempting to sit next to me. I put my foot out to stop him.

"Nuh uh. Take a shower first, stinky."

He looks fake hurt, putting a hand to his chest. "How dare you, I smell delightful."

"Yeah to a group of flies."

He pretends to storm off in mock anger, shedding his clothes as he goes. He stays a bit longer in the shower than I thought he would, but I can't blame him. That hot water is too much of a lure. He comes out, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and curling. His incision is healed by now, a small red line all that's left of the metal that nearly took his life. Tommy lays next to me on the bed and I curl into his side.

"Hey, darlin? I know you're all clean and sexy and naked next to me, and I so want to have my way with you. But do you think it could wait until morning?"

"Oh thank God - I'm so exhausted."

We both chuckle and burrow into the blankets, talking for a bit when we hear Jax come in, closing the door to the bathroom and taking a shower.

I haven't felt this safe in years.

An electrified warmth, pulsing out from between my legs yanks me from sleep and I moan, my hands moving down and finding Tommy's head between my legs, his face pressed into me. My fingers grip his dark curls and I tug, loving the sound he makes when I do.

"Fucking hell, Tommy. Warn a girl."

He chuckles and my hips jolt. "Alright, well I'm warning you now, my beautiful wife. I'm not done with you yet."

Tommy makes good on his promise, sliding into me with practiced ease, my body taking him in greedily, responding to every touch, every kiss and nip. He digs his fingers into my hip, slowly moving me in time with his hips, angling himself to go deeper, hitting that spot that has me gasping his name, my fingernails digging into his broad back. His hips sputter, his head drops to my shoulder as be bites it, filling me with his warmth. He picks up his head, his nose lightly dragging across my face before kissing me.

"I fuckin' love you, Mrs. Miller."

"I fucking love you, Mr. Miller."

Life in Jackson is good. We're all kept busy but a natural busy, not a frantic "is this the moment when we all die" busy. Jax settles in beautifully, finishing their school and learning more about animals and their care as he works with them. About a year in, he finally asks out the girl he had been crushing on since we got here, Lara and, a year later, they're already talking about marriage. Young love.

Tommy helps to fortify the walls, manging to tinker with the dam and get it fully operational. He admits he had virtually no idea what he was doing. He just banged his wrench around and it eventually turned on. He joins patrols too, but mostly stays inside the gates, making repairs and fortifications.

I help a little old lady named Lu with the garden. I had brought some medicinal herbs with us and we were able to propagate some more from the clippings, which works out great for the clinic.

New people do show up, but it's rare. Jackson is fairly secluded, and Maria pretty much forbids anyone from giving away our location. I can't blame her. If everyone knew about this place, it would be overrun in a heartbeat, our supplies spent. Not to mention the clickers that would likely follow a crowd that large.

But today is one of those days. Maria radioed in that 3 new people were coming into Jackson, and to ready the clinic. The doctor there called me in to help, as I often did when she needed it. She told me what to prep and I realized whomever is coming, one of them must be pregnant.

"Imagine trapsing this lanscape, pregnant," The doctor said, no trace of malice to her voice. A little pity and awe though.

The clinic door opens and the doctor greets the people. I turn around and drop the tray I'm holding.

Sarah. Sarah is standing in the clinic.

A man stands next to her and on her other side-

Rose.

Rose and Sarah are alive and here.

"Sarah?" I choke out and her head snaps up, her round belly on prominent display.

"Aunt Daisy?"

"Holy fuck!" Rose gasps and I run to them, pulling them both into as tight of an embrace as I can manage, tears streaming down my face. I feel theirs as well. But when a small kick hits my stomach, I back up, apologizing to Sarah.

"Ah I'm sorry! I forgot! Come, the doctor will take a look." Sarah grips my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"Come with me?"

"Of course."

Sarah turns out fine, about 7 months along. She could do with a warm meal, some water, and a good shower. Sarah introduced me to her boyfriend, or husband, the second they can find someone who will marry them. He's a sweet boy by the name of Eli. We head over to the cafe and I point out all the places to Sarah and Rose and Eli. Once they get seated with food, I head outside, a smile on my face as I run to the stables. Tommy will be there with Jax, as he's repairing a broken stable door. I run, full on run to the stables, sliding inside the barn and coming to a stop in front of them, gasping for air.

"Mom! Mom, is everything ok?" Jax drops his hammer and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah...yes..." I take a few more deep breaths of air. "Sarah..and Rose...are here."

Once they get settled in a house, conveniently across the street from ours, we bring them over for some hot tea. Sarah sips on hers, a little moan coming from her as it warms her up.

"So...how did..where is..."

Rose and Sarah exchange a look and I don't like it. Sarah nods at Rose and takes another sip of her drink.

"We stayed another year or so after you left. They seemed to buy the story at first, that you had all gone out on some family thing and just...never came back. It happens. But Joel suspected that they were getting suspicious. So he said we needed a way out, to find the Fireflies so we could find you. They demanded Joel go on a long run with them, taking them somewhere up above Maryland."

"Maryland??"

Rose nods. "Yeah, that's what I said. Anwyay, Joel said he'd go but we had to go with and that we were off limits. Well... nothing happened but some guys were being creeps and that finally tipped Joel over the edge. He killed the guy in his sleep and we left on foot. We were heading towards Boston. There's a qz up there. We figured we could find out where you were from there. We had to cross this bridge. But they caught up with us and the bridge couldn't hold everything. Not with all the old cars on it and it not being upkept for years. The bridge went down and..." Tears poured from Rose's eyes, silent ones pouring down Sarah's cheeks as well.

"Joel?" Tommy asks, barely a whisper.

Eli speaks up. "I wasn't there, but they told me." He puts his hand on Sarah's giving it a little squeeze. "The bridge collpased. Took out the raiders and they nearly died too. But they looked for Joel for days. Couldn't find him. I'm so sorry."

I started to cry, but it was less about the loss of Joel, whom I loved like a brother, and more for Tommy, who looked like he had lost a limb. He got up and walked out the backdoor, slamming it behind him. I followed him, gently pulling him to me as he crumbled against my chest, gripping my shirt as he wailed over the loss of his big brother.

We eventually learned that Rose and Sarah ended up in a different qz than Boston, which is where Sarah met Eli. He was FEDRA but hated them, supporting the citizens in any way he could, even if that meant turning a blind eye to some insider trading. He and Sarah fell in love, but shortly after, the qz got violent, the people rising up against FEDRA. They managed to escape, Sarah finding out she was pregnant a few weeks later.

Eli had some Firefly connections, so they headed to their posts, eventually figuring out that we had left the Fireflies and relocated "somewhere in Teton County, Wyoming." And so they came here, hoping to find us. And being completely surprised to find Jackson City.

Sarah gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, Juniper, with her eyes, Joel's eyes. As Juniper grows, her hair becomes this beautiful carbon copy of her mother's, her curls bouncing away. Eli is a fantastic father and husband, always by his family's side.

Jax and Lara move in together and get married, Lara getting pregnant a short while after.

"I don't know if I'm ready to be a grandma," I say to Tommy while I look in the mirror. "Although I do have the greys."

"You'll be the hottest grandma I know." Tommy waggles his eyebrows as he pulls me to him, his tongue pressing against mine.

"If I'm a grandma, that means you'll be a grandpa."

Tommy looks shocked. "Holy shit. You're right. You still gonna wanna kiss this old man?"

My fingers wind in his shirt, pulling him down to me as I speak against his lips. "That's not all I'll do for this old man."

"Tree! Tree, mommy!" Juniper jumps up and down, yanking on Sarah's coat as she pushes back from our table, shoving the last bite of egg in her mouth.

"Yes baby. We're going to see the Christmas tree. You guys coming?"

Juniper looks up at Tommy with her big eyes. "Great Uncle Tommy coming?"

"Sorry, kiddo. Not today. I gotta fix the barn roof before the big snows come in." Juniper sticks out her lip. "But I'll see you tonight for hot chocolate?"

She thinks, her little finger tapping her lips. "Ok!" She yanks on Sarah's coat again, half jerking her towards the front door.

"See you tonight, Aunt Daisy?"

"Yup. I'll have cookies too."

"Yay!" Juniper yells from the doorway. Sarah and her leave, the house considerably quieter when they do.

"Crazy to think that in a few months, there will be another little one running around here."

"Yeah. I can't wait."

"Me neither."

Tommy kisses me before heading off to the barns, finishing up the last of the roof work. The last snow storm took off some of the panels and so it needs to be repaired before the next big storm or we may lose a horse or 2.

Tommy walks back in 10 minutes later. "Forgot my work gloves."

"How did you forget those, Mr. Construction?"

"I got distracted looking at your ass."

"How dare you, good sir. I am a lady."

Tommy walks up to me, pressing his body to mine. "A lady that I had bent over this table last night."

I slap his chest playfully before kissing him again. "Oh wait. I'll walk with you. I got to pick up a couple things for the cookies."

Tommy walks me a few blocks, intending on turning left to head to the barn while I continued on to the main strip. But then we hear yelling, just making out Sarah's name. Tommy and I glance at each other, immediately anticipating the worst as we run towards the wailing sound. We come out of a side ally onto the main strip, half a block away from the Christmas tree. And there, at the bottom of the tree is Sarah, crying her eyes out, her body desperately holding onto someone. No, wait.

"Joel?" Tommy says next to me in disbelief. But then their bodies shift, and there he is. Joel, with his mop of now grey hair, grasping onto the daughter he undoubtedly thought he'd lost.

Tommy runs as fast as he can over to them, Sarah pulling him down into their embrace. Juniper, who had been standing there holding her mom's other hand, immediately jumps on Tommy and hugs him, her little fists digging into his arms. I walk up, wiping tears from my eyes and, to my surprise, Joel looks up at me and pulls me down to him, hugging me as tight as he can.

"I thought you were all dead," He says it so quietly in my ear, but I can hear the wobble in his voice.

"We're here. We're all..." I turn my head, looking into the small crowd of people. "Someone get Rose. Now!"

Joel snaps back from me, his eyes boring into mine. "Rose is here?"

I smile at him. "Yeah she fucking is!"

Suddenly his eyes look over my shoulder and I see the shift in them, know he sees Rose, and I know that feeling. The one of loss and relief, the pain that causes in your heart. Joel tries to stand but it's too late - Rose is there, dropping into his lap as she clings to him, tears streaming down her cheeks. He pulls back, cupping her face, his eyes roaming over hers.

"You're real?"

Rose nods. "Are you?"

He pulls her to him, their lips meeting and I look away, giving them a moment of privacy, marveling at the fact that our family is somehow together, at the other end of the country, even all these years later.

As it turns out, Joel was not traveling alone. Ellie is spunky, full of attitude, keeping Joel on his toes. I love her already.

Tommy told me later about exactly why Joel and Ellie were here, what secret Ellie was carrying. That he has to bring her to the Fireflies so they can try and make a cure, an actual cure.

"And you think they can do that? They have the resources?"

Tommy shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his bronzed skin, freckles spattered about, along with several scars. He starts to rummage through his dresser drawer, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

"Joel seems to think so."

"Hhhmm. I bet Rose will have something to say about it."

"She probably will."

I walk up to him, lightly brushing my fingers across his back. My arms slide around him as I press kisses into his back. He hums, his arms folding over mine. The warmth radiates out from his body and seeps into mine, relaxing me but also heating me up for very different reasons. I slowly move my hand down, dipping under the waistband of his sweatpants.

"And here I thought you said you were a lady." Tommy sucks in a breath after that last word, my fingers encircling him, slowly pumping him as he hardens in my grip.

"I want you to do un-ladylike things to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

He pulls my hand from his pants with a groan, from which of us I'm not sure. I turn to walk towards the bed and yelp, Tommy's hand lightly slapping my ass. He chuckles as I look fake shocked. I turn to him, my hand on my chest.

"How dare you sir! Ah!" He somehow reaches around me, slapping me on the other cheek, the shit eating grin on his face lighting up the room. He presses his lips to mine, but I'm not making it that easy. I pull back, turning to walk or run away, I'm not sure. But I know I'm not fast enough, Tommy's arms pulling me to him, caging me against his broad chest. One arm wraps around my chest, the other sliding into my panties. He moans as his fingers sink into me.

"Fuck, is this for me?"

"It's always for you, Tommy."

He continues to touch me, using his other hand to turn my head up, swallowing my moans with his kiss. The air electrifies and the mood shifts, both of us suddenly very desperate for the other. He pulls his hand from me and pushes me onto the bed, helping me to yank my panties down. They never make it off, just shoved down somewhere around my knees as he hikes my shirt over my hips. I'm already angling my body, my chest against the bed, Tommy's fingers digging into my hips as he gets into position. He pushes forward and I can't help the gutteral whine that erupts from somewhere within me, louder and more primal as his hips rut against me.

"My wife, the lady, begging me to fuck her."

I'm seeing colors now, my fingers twisting into the sheets to get some sort of purchase so I can push my hips back, driving him deeper.

"T-Tommy," It comes out more like a plea, a whimper of his name. But he knows me well, knows my body sometimes better than I do.

"I got you, darlin'."

He pulls me up, holding me against his chest again, one arm wrapped around me and one hand between my legs, touching me where it makes my legs shake.

"Come for me, baby," his voice rasps in my ear, low and sultry. And I do, I come hard, pulsing around him, his name chanting from my lips as I watch the colors dance around my vision. His hand stalls for a moment before pushing me back down, laying his body over mine as he continues to fuck into me a few more times before he comes, groaning and biting my back. He takes several breaths before pulling out, cleaning us both up before plopping back down on the bed. I scoot in next to him a minute later and he pulls me to his side, lifting my jaw with his finger to gently kiss me.

"You definitely know how to treat a lady."

Joel and Ellie leave the next morning, much to our dislike. Tommy knew they were leaving, of course he did. I guess it makes sense. Less people out in winter time, less chance of a confrontation. Still, it made me uneasy and I wish they'd stay at least until spring.

What surprised me most was that Rose stayed behind. She was not happy by the looks of it, but she still showed her love to Joel, Ellie clearing her throat and looking anywhere but them.

"Listen, Ellie. I know we don't really know each other, but I want you to know, you'll always have a home here. Ok? No hesitation." I may have only met her yesterday, but I really liked this kid. She gave Joel the crap he needed and that won her all the points she needed in my book.

"Thanks. I'll probably just stay there in case they need more blood. But it's good to know." She gives me a quick, slightly awkward hug before nodding to Tommy and Sarah, who had just come walking up to the stables where we all stood.

"I can come with you, you know?" Sarah asked her dad when he pulled back from Rose.

"No, you can't. You have my granddaughter to take care of."

Sarah hugs him tight, and I swear I can see a tiny glint of a tear in Joel's eyes, his head slightly turned as he breathes her in, having thought he'd never be able to hold his daughter again.

"But I just got you back."

"I know, baby girl. I know. But this is important. You know I wouldn't go if it wasn't."

Sarah nods against his chest before pulling back, wiping tears from her eyes. She stands between Rose and me, watching Joel pull Ellie up into the saddle. Rose moves forward, brushing away some stray dirt on his pant leg and he leans down, kissing her once more.

"Remember what I told you, Joel."

"I will. I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

Winter progresses, Lara getting further along in her pregnancy leaving Jax looking utterly lost as to how to help her.

"Just get her whatever she asks for and make sure to rub her feet. Oh! And when her belly gets big, stand behind her and lift it up. Your mom loved that."

"I just hated it when you had to stop."

Jax's smile fades and he turns serious. "I'm just afraid this one won't stick, too."

I cup his face. "Oh baby, sometimes these things happen. It just wasn't meant to be. But I'm sure this one will be running around and calling me grandma in no time."

Thank God I was right. Lara has her baby just as the winter snows start to melt, a beautiful little girl they name Emma, after Lara's sister who died saving her on outbreak day. She immediately has Jax wrapped around her little finger.

Our house is loud again, baby sounds echoing off the wood boards. I couldn't be happier. Tommy feels the same, his face lighting up whenever he gets to see Emma.

"I always feel like we're imposing," Lara confesses as she rocks Emma to sleep.

"Never. You are never imposing. Even if you just need a moment for yourself, you bring her right over," I assure her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Mil-I mean, Daisy. Sorry, that's still weird to say."

The false spring ends, the final snows melting away as flowers and trees bloom. Tommy and I walk arm in arm down main street, intending on having a quick bite to eat at the restaurant before heading back to work. There's a small commotion at the main gate before it opens slightly. Tommy stops, pressing his hand above his eyes to shield them from the bright sun.

"Holy shit. It's Joel and Ellie."

We jog up to them, embracing them both. Something is different. Off, a little. I can tell something happened, but they're both back and safe and that's what we focus on. We head right into the clinic, Rose running and jumping into Joel's arms. He kisses her hard before setting her down, where she promptly breaks the kiss and punches his arm as hard as she can.

"Ow."

"Joel Miller, if you ever leave me again, I will find you and kill you myself. Do you understand me?"

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

We take Ellie for a meal, allowing Joel and Rose some time to themselves. She's a little quieter than normal, shoving food around her plate for a bit before eating.

"Hey. Everything ok?" I ask, trying to put no pressure on the question.

She shrugs. "Yeah. I guess I'm just disappointed things didn't work out."

I hesitate for a moment before grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "You are fucking brave for even trying it. You're a bad ass."

She chuckles. "A bad ass?"

"Hell yeah!"

She shifts a little in her chair before resuming eating, a little more eager than before. I'm not sure what what on between here and Salt Lake, but I hope they can both come to terms with it. I'm sure they will.

Emma sits on her father's lap, happily chewing on some food we'd cut for her from the absolute feast we've put together. Everyone is here, Jax and Lara and Emma, Eli and Juniper and Sarah, who is rounder than ever with their second child. Joel and Rose and Ellie, who asked to bring her new friend Dina along. We all sit at a big table out back, the late summer air warm but cooling as the sun sets whispering through the trees. The laughter is loud and smiles are all around as we all sit and chat long into the night. I push my chair against Tommy's, leaning my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. As I look out at everyone I can't help but be amazed and grateful that we're all here together, after all this life has thrown us, in this little corner of the world.

And how different my life would've been if some random drunk didn't hit on me at that bar, so many years ago.

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[rynnaissance]

ok so for future reference, if i ever do continue working on my fic, how do we think bell’s hells would be at driving cars in a modern au? i’ve got ideas, but i want to hear other people’s input.

here’s what i’ve got:

chetney: DO NOT GET IN A CAR WITH CHETNEY WHATEVER YOU DO. that senior citizen is batshit insane and he WILL road rage. if someone cuts him off then wherever he was going is forgotten because he has to tailgate that person now while yelling at them to pull over so they can “talk.” i can’t decide if he would have a really nice car or a really shitty one because honestly both fit. maybe a fancy truck for hauling wood?

orym: he’s your safest bet out of the hells if you want to get somewhere on time without fearing for your life. bro is a law abiding citizen of the road. he never loses his cool (unlike chet) and his car is always clean and smells super nice. he mostly listens to meditation style music, but he’ll let the other person have the aux because he’s genuinely curious to hear what they listen to. shout out to orym.

laudna: okay back to the insanity. ALSO DO NOT GET IN A CAR WITH LAUDNA! girlie pop should not be on the road. she’s blasting the weirdest fucking genres of metal imaginable, she can hear nothing else. the music only somewhat drowns out the horrible keening noises her car makes, as if it’s begging to die. that thing hasn’t been to the shop in decades and omits the occasional plume of black smoke that smell like burnt hair and buttered popcorn for some reason? i saw someone else talk about how she’s a crazy driver with everyone except imogen who she drives very well for and never blasts music, and i like that idea a lot.

imogen: it was her dad’s truck before her’s, a farm vehicle meant for rural roads with four wheel drive. it’s pretty beat up, but it’s reliable. imogen hates driving though, as it can be super overwhelming in the city, and prefers to go with laudna. outside of the city, on rural roads where you won’t see another car for miles, she finds it almost as relaxing as horseback riding. she likes to cruise around with her widows down, shamelessly listening to country music. yeehaw.

ashton: should you get in a car with ashton? depends on the day, as they are kind of a wild card. one day, it might be a chill drive with you two causally exchanging stories, like sober “what the fuck is up with that?” other times you better hold onto your seat because you are getting to your location regardless of how traffic is flowing. ashton is the person who cuts chetney off. it may be on purpose, no one knows for certain, but he always seems to manage to find the old man and make his day a little more difficult. if they see someone they know, they’ll lay on horn and yell, “hey asshole!” with a wave and a grin. the car itself is covered in stickers and sharpie graffiti, interior and exterior. you’ll always know it’s him.

fearne: does she have a license? she would say yes. the truth is no. fearne was never taught how to drive, she just kinda figured it out as she went along. because of ashton, she used to think honking is a friendly thing, but had to be informed by fcg that those people are not just saying hi, but are actually mad at her. she didn’t like that very much. she doesn’t seem to be aware that there are any dangers to driving. she’s almost always getting into crashes, which she responds to with a giggle and a “whoops(:” it’s a marvel she hasn’t been arrested yet. there’s also an angry possum that’s sometimes found in the truck of her car, so it’s best not to open it.

fcg: much like orym, fcg is a very safe person to drive with. although maybe a little annoying, as he’ll let everyone go before him at a four way stop regardless of if it’s actually their turn. sometimes though, when they’re under a lot of stress, they resemble chetney more. they won’t tolerate any bullshit from other drivers and yell at pedestrians to get out of the way. he’s been getting better about this though, but still.

[laalaaisqueen]

Tinky Winky with his electric spear: I know you killed my friend with a rock Guardian.

Guardian, thinking: *play dumb*

Guardian: Who’s Guardian? 

Guardian, thinking: *Not that dumb!*

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Tinky Winky: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Guardian: Bees?

Tinky Winky: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES!

Guardian: Wait-

*Po approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

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Laa-Laa: My therapist started crying mid-session.

Dipsy: I think that means you win!

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Laa-Laa: *gasps horrified and rips her wanted poster off a wall* Oh no….nononono, this is bad. This is very very bad. This is REALLY bad!

Laa-Laa: They just can’t get my antenna right! 

Tinky Winky: Does that really matter? 

Laa-Laa: Well that’s easy for you to say! *gestures to Tinky Winky’s wanted poster* You look amazing!

-

Finn: sapnu puaS.

Miles: What??

Richard: What language is that.

Finn: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Finn was removed from the groupchat*

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Blinky: Do you know that we are made out of atoms? And atoms never touch each other. So in my defense, Papa. I did not punch Gary.

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Guardian: Wait, you're gonna lie to people?

Lenny, mostly joking: It's not lying when you're in charge, Snowball. It's politics.

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Blinky: I’m going out

Gary: Okay, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Blinky: Like what, get a boyfriend?

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Miles: I’m telling you, if you want boys to respect you, you have to show them that you’re serious. Blow something up. Shoot someone. Nothing gets a guy’s attention like violence.

Laa-Laa:

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Anne: Hey, do you know the password to Dutch’s computer?

Finn: Fuck you, Anne.

Anne: Hey!!

Finn: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouAnne".

Anne: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Dutch: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Finn: Stepping on a fox’s tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

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Dipsy: Yesterday, I overheard Baa saying "Are you sure this is a good idea?" and Duggle Dee replying "Trust me." I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my entire life.

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Lenny: *master chef* 

Cave: *knows a few recipes* 

Blinky: *can follow instructions on a box* 

Yeti: *made toast once* 

Arrow: *banned from the kitchen*

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Lenny, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Finn: Gray?

Dutch: Gray.

Lenny, turning to Richard: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Richard: Dark white.

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Miles: Why is Richie making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Lenny!

Lenny, currently has a broken arm: It’s because I’m Richard’s favorite.

Miles: I hate you.

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Ping: My mom died when I was little so whenever someone jokes about fucking my dad I’ll pretend to be really sincere and say some shit like “Glad to see he’s moving on, my mom’s death hit him pretty hard.” Then watch them absolutely fumble trying to figure out a response to that statement.

Ping: Update, he got a new partner I can no longer make the joke.

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Umby Pumby: Whoops

Mi-Mi: Whoops? Whoops? This is not a “whoops” situation. We are far past whoops. “Whoops” is a distant speck in the rear view mirror. We are solidly in “oh fuck” territory, and I expect you to act like it.

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Daa-Daa: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Ru-Ru: Excuse me Sir. Would you give me the honors of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Baa: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Nin: Shh, here comes Po! 

Duggle Dee: Quick, Baa, start talking about boring nerd stuff! 

Baa: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. 

Duggle Dee: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Baa: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. 

Mi-Mi, struggling to not laugh: 

Baa: Vroom vroom, come out already.

[neverchecking]

All of the Sages have at least fortnightly game nights where they can just relaaaaax. (The Champions do something similar only without the cool clubroom) However, Aaliyah and Sweetpea are the ones who use it the most regularly because it's also the only place where it is not On-Sight, but instead 'Let me Gush about my perfect S/O before I Explode.' They have to hide the increasingly larger wedding binders and there is a baby binder that's just joined. (It's Sweetpea's. He literally planned out how to be the World's Greatest Uncle. He's planned out how to be The World's Greatest Papa to whatever kid he, Sidon and Yona produce. Because that has to happen at some point. He's so excited :D but it wont happen until at least the Courting Period is over. Did he mention he's Courting Sidon and Yona, Sage? He's doing this the Proper way, Sage. He's gonna be Engaged, Sage.)

(If Yona ever gets pregnant before Aaliyah, Sweetpea is going to be insufferable and that'll make Sage insufferable.)

Wild and Cal coming to the conclusion they have to play Nice with Sage is great because Sage is gonna put them through Hell. Like if they think they are even a smidgen worthy to even breathe in the same air as Aaliyah, they are Mistaken.

But Sage might be persuaded to let them take an inch if only to see her crush them. (He gives them an inch. They take a mile. How Aaliyah reacts is anyone's guess.)

(But they still play nice and maybe even come to appreciate Sage for everything he's done for their Goddess. Because She has dubbed him as Worthy so maybe he can teach them how be so as well.)

(Tia's getting a little concerned but Sweetpea assures her it's all under control.)

The trio abusing Snuggle Priviliages to rub it in her suitor's face. First tries to have tea with Tia? Aaliyah has her head in Tia's lap. Warriors wants to chat about something? Whoops, Sweetpea has literally swept her off her feet. Twilight tries to offer a ride on Epona? Sage has thrown her over his shoulder and is now jogging away as she waves bemusedly.

But I feel like this is all their own fault really. Because however this works (only Sweetpea joins the chain, Sage and Aaliyah join the chain, all three of them join the chain, the chain is stuck in this Hyrule) they will be bragging about Tia (who can't join the chain because she is stuck Ruling. This is why she's overthrowing the Monarchy. It'll take several decades before Hyrule is stable enough to do so, but she's overthrowing the monarchy.).

So they're piquing the interest of the suitors all on their own. Sweetpea only briefly touches on the whole favourite thing when he mentions she got the idea to be his guide from Twilight's own experiences. And he wasn't even talking to Twilight! He was talking with Time!

And when they're spending enough time with her, they find that for all of the trio's bragging, every single word was right.

Game nights are heavily monitored because last time there was a fire and neither Link nor Aaliyah was the one to set it. It's both the best and worst time of the month. (The champions are a little more refined, but Urbosa's fury did not stem from nothing.). Aaliyah and Sweetpea/Champ's relationship is SO funny to me. Because one moment, they're throwing Octoroks at the other or throwing them off bridges and they next, they're gushing and picking out wedding colors. (Because red, green, and blue would make for such a pretty Zora wedding and Champ has no idea what he's talking about.)

It's their version of tea time. Meanwhile Tia and Sage are getting massages or something. They probably know about the binders and meetings but let the others pretend they dont. Or alternatively, they don't know and just trust the aren't committing treason to the highest degree.

OKAY LETS TALK ABOUT THE BABY BINDER. I just want them to be happy ;-; and while it will take a lot of healing, I'm convinced that Sage has potential to be a good dad! I know you guys are probably rolling your eyes and going 'Cinder for fuck's sake that guy has more warning signs than Canada's roads in summer' and to that I say he's my comfort character and I'm gonna mischaracter him to suit my needs when I want.

Now, Champ's binder probably sparks something in Aaliyah. I could say that she is immune to Baby Fever. I would be lying. She is the biggest suck for babies. When they smile and do that thing where they stick a fist in their mouth and giggle around it? She's clutching Champ as they both just fawn over them. She's the girl making faces at your kid in the superstore to make them laugh (Only then revert back to this stoic, I'll-fucking-kill-you resting bitch face.) It's duality. And Sweetpea just putting these ideas of little half-zora-half-hylian babies makes her entire inside squirm.

(Sage can't stand the baby talk with Sweetpea bc it always turns into a competition. That's nice, Fungus, did he mention he's living with Aaliyah? If a century couldn't separate them, nothing can, Fungus. He doesn't need to do it the proper way because at this point Aaliyah could point at a rock and he'd have it made into the prettiest ring money could buy, FUNGUs-)

(Heavens forbid Yona gets pregnant first because Sage will take that as a challenge. He refuses to be outdone by Sweetpea. Besides if that Ding-dong is ready and is going to be a parent, they can't fuck it up to badly, now can they?

WILD AND CAL MY LOVES- Now, I'm not saying Aaliyah isn't open to a poly-relationship. As my Ceres X Aaliyah x Sage piece portrayed, she is so down with whatever. It's just a matter of them wiggling their way into her line of sight. And to do that, they have to get through Sage. Who will make them wish they were never born. If they live to tell the tale of getting a tooth from a Magma Like-Like while keeping it alive? He might consider it (Not. He's sending them up to Hebra next just for shits and giggles.)

Sage can be persuaded though. If they survive, that means they won't go down easily. And he knows, no matter how much he hates admitting it, he can't be everywhere at once. So having more people to watch the most precious thing in his life? He'll consider it.

Aaliyah, like I said, is probably so focused on Sage that she hardly even registers their actions. It's not until their taking a hit meant for her she offers than just the slightest bit of attention. Like a feral animal slowly taking a piece of food to prove you can be trusted. It's slow and it's careful but it's something.

(Goddess help the poor girl if they decided to team up. That trio following her around like a lost pack of wild dogs? A recipe for disaster.)

(Sweetpea is so full of shit, he's just wanting to see how it all goes down.)

Snuggle privileges are being USED TO THE MAX. Tia can't go anywhere without having one of them all up in her business.

First and Aaliyah's beef is SO FUNNY TO ME LIKE- She has no reason to have beef with this guy, but she does. And it's even funnier if he returns it. Like Aaliyah is just 'Oh, woah is me the gloom or something is acting up and TIA I NEED SNUGGLES-' And First is just watching it go down like D:< "Do you not see this, my gem?" And Tia is all ":( She needed snuggles. :((("

SAGE JUST CARRYING HER OBFBFNFF NO SHITS GIVEN

I have no idea how it ends up playing out and I haven't overly thought about it, but the three of them all joining sounds like a fun idea because of the pure chaos that follows them. And they really do be doing it to themselves because they don't even realize they're bragging about Tia. They just know that she's done a shit ton for them and she's going to get the appreciation for it whether she likes it or not >:(.

Twilight listening in the SECOND he hears Tia's name jfofnf Time can only laugh at the situation bc he was probably the same with Malon.

and of course the Trio is right. They're a lot of things, but liars are not any of them. They'll spout her gospel to anyone who'll listen, sleeping well at night because they now it was all true.

[osirian-rises]

Jerome Centric House of Anubis Chapter Three

Jerome woke up late the next morning. He’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep. He’d woken up at one am, and got his backpack out from under his bed to grab his stuffed tiger, making absolutely certain that Brandon and Matthew were asleep before he pulled it out. Hugging it to his chest, he completely covered himself with the blanket, trying not to cry again.

His dreams were strange, even stranger than usual. He dreamed of tunnels that got smaller and smaller, with a foot of water that he had to wade through. Of doors that were too tall for him to reach, the handles far higher than he could jump. Of people looking for him. Of trying to hide in rooms that only got scarier and scarier. The people turning into grotesque monsters.

He was sure he looked absolutely miserable as he finally trudged into the kitchen.

“Oh sweetie, rough first night?” Trudy asked. “Tell you what, go sit down at the table, and I’ll whip up some Trudy pancake surprise. Would you like that?”

“Pancakes?” Jerome repeated. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had pancakes. Certainly not since his dad had left. Trudy gave him a gentle push towards the table, and he took the seat furthest from Zoe and Brandon.

“Bad night?” Jada grinned, Zoe and Brandon chuckling to themselves. “It’s just the house, man. It’s old. Gives you some subconscious heebie-jeebies. I remember having dreams a week straight when the hallway in the house was miles long, and there was something chasing me down it.”

“Have a lover’s quarrel with Corbierre?” Zoe teased. Jerome glared at her. “Oh, touched a nerve?”

“No.” Jerome said quickly. “Who cares about a stupid bird?”

“So Jerry, tell us about your old school.” Brandon continued. “We looked up Pine Hills. Must’ve been torture going to a school with no girls.”

“A delinquent school with no girls.” Zoe nodded sagely, Isabella’s jaw dropping in shock. “What did you do to get sent to a reform school, huh? Theft? Get into a bunch of fights? Vandalism?”

Jerome’s hands started shaking. “It’s-It’s not a reform school, it’s a specialised school for-for-”

“For-For-” Brandon mocked. “For idiots and kids with behaviour problems. Bad enough I have to share a room with a kid, it’s a kid that could snap on a dime and try and smother me with his pillow.”

“Or his stuffie!” Matthew guffawed as he walked into the dining room, holding up Jerome’s stuffed tiger. Zoe and Isabella both snorted, Brandon laughing hysterically. “This was under his covers!”

“Give that back!” Jerome yelled, standing up and lunging for his tiger. Matthew held it high over his head, Jerome jumping to try and grab it. “Give it back!” He screeched.

“Give it back Matt.” Jada demanded. “That’s not funny, leave the poor kid alone.”

“Whoops-” Matthew threw the stuffed tiger, which landed square in Isabella’s cereal bowl, splashing her with milk.

“Matthew you idiot!” Isabella yelled, standing and smacking him in the shoulder. “Thanks a lot, now I have to change into my other uniform.”

“What’s going on?” Trudy called as she entered the dining room. Jerome slowly pulled his soggy tiger out of Isabella’s bowl. Milk dripped off its fur onto the table.

“Trudy can you please do the laundry today? Thanks to Matt my uniform is now disgusting.” Isabella requested before disappearing to change.

“Alright.” Trudy said even though she couldn’t hear. “Oh Jerome, would you like me to wash that as well?” She asked, taking the tiger from him. “Your pancakes are all ready, here. Pistachio!” She moved into the kitchen, setting the tiger down on the island and picking up a plate of slightly green pancakes, passing it to him. “Tell me what you think.”

“Trudy gave you a pancake surprise?” Brandon said, utterly confused. “Why would she do that?”

“Maybe because you’ve been tormenting him?” Jada suggested, mopping up the milk with napkins. “It’s a stuffed animal, who cares.”

“Jerome has a stuffed animal?” Esperanza asked as she walked over to the dining table, her nose wrinkling.

“Anza, you have like a dozen stuffed animals.” Jada reminded.

“Yeah. Cause I’m a girl. And I have them because they’re cute, not to sleep with them at night.” Esperanza said bluntly. “Aren’t you like ten? You need to grow up.”

Jerome was silent for the rest of breakfast. The pistachio pancakes tasted interesting, but they were warm and new. He was so used to cold porridge.

Or no breakfast at all.

“Walk with me to school.” Jada offered. “I'll help you find your class.”

“Oh that's sweet Jada.” Trudy said happily. “Run along now! None of you want to be late.”

“Jerry needs an escort.” Harry snickered. “Cheating on Corbierre are you?”

Christopher smacked him lightly upside the head. “Come on before we're late.” He complained. “The teachers are brutal on the first day.”

Jada showed him to his class as promised, Jerome reluctantly finding an empty seat next to a boy with red hair and green eyes.

“Hello class! Welcome to your first day, I’m Mrs. Culson, your maths and science teacher. Mr. Quimby will be your english and history teacher, Ms. Andrews your French teacher, and Mr. Hartman your art and music teacher. Once you graduate from year six, you’ll be taking classes like all of the older students, and see more teachers during the day. Let’s start this first day with introductions.”

Jerome listened halfheartedly as each student excitedly introduced themselves. The boy he was sitting next to was named Daniel Burhman.

Maths and science was dull, but that was to be expected. The school itself at least appeared far more competent than Pine Hills. Every student got their own textbooks, and even though they weren’t completely new, they were still in better condition than anything at Pine Hills. When the bell rang for the lunch period, Jerome followed the crowd of students to the dining hall, finding a spot in the corner once he got his food. 

“Jerry, Jerry come with me.” Matthew says, grabbing Jerome’s arm and pulling him up. “Zoe wants your opinion on something for the party.”

“Mine?” Jerome said as he was pulled over to where Zoe was sitting. “Why?”

“We decided we should make you feel more included.” Zoe said with a sickly sweet smile. “After all, next year there will be a whole new bunch of students at Anubis house. We wouldn’t want to get knocked down the ranks of which house throws the best rager.”

“We’ll never beat Hathor, but Anubis is pretty high up as long as you make sure the party is on a night when Victor will be out.” Esperanza nodded. “So you’ll need to carry on the legacy, you and whatever other squirts are replacing us.”

The girls continued to barrage him with questions until Zoe stopped mid sentence, smiling at something behind Jerome. “Well, that’s all. Thanks a million.” She gave a little palm closing wave.

Harry was behind Jerome all of a sudden, patting him on the shoulder. “Later dude.”

Jerome walked back to his seat, far more aware of the eyes following him. Staring at the teens, he lifted the bread away from his sandwich to reveal a handful of squirming worms. Slowly picking up his spoon, he dipped it into his cup, bringing up more worms, dripping with tea and wriggling. Dejectedly setting his spoon back down, he lifted his tray and dumped everything in the trash.

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[rphelperblog]

Kai Parker Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @ofeternals​ - feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes- some pyschological humor, occasional bloody references, and mostly chaotic meme entry for one of TVD’s greatest villains 

“The useless one is here. Thank god.”

“last time I saw you, i was trying to kill you. Why don’t we pick up where we left off?’

“Crocodile Dundee called. He wants his knife back.”

"At least my coffee will never get cold in hell."

Huh, That's Ironic."

Did it sound like she missed me?’

“well, at least, I felt that.”

“It sucks about that shirt though.”

“ You are crazypants.”

“Hi sleepyhead, remember me?”

“Crushed it. Literal mic drop.”

it’s because I want to kill you.”

“It feels like I’m being dragged back to hell by my colon.”

“I think I’m on the wait list for heaven, but they’re not returning my calls.”

“Translation: She’s about to croak.”

“Like water just oozing out of my eyeballs like I’m some alien creature excreting fluids.”

“I think I’m on the wait list for heaven, but they’re not returning my calls.”

“Are you guys talking about her? Because honestly, I didn’t think she was all that great.”

“In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a sociopath. I know. Shocker.”

“Sorry, manners, nice to meet you. Pork rind?”

“You can always fight dirty. Like that time you and her played Monopoly and you stole from the bank. Not cool.”

“I’m just saying. Digging up mommy’s grave? That’s dark, even for me.”

"Murder is like potato chips: you can't just stop with one."

"Why are jeans so Ttght when phones are so big?"

"You two are the closest thing I have to a TV. I mean, you're no Baywatch, but..."

“Hello, Clarice.”

Whoops.”

“you clearly don’’t”

“selfie city.”

“It sure is nice to be around family for the holidays?”

“Hi, sleepyhead. Remember me.”

“I’m not really sure, because the third time I tried the spell, he kind of exploded in blood. Whoops.”

“Of course, my favourite memory is when I finally beat him to death.”

“By the way, how much does that suck about Patrick Swayze?”

"And All I Did Was Make Him Vomit Uncontrollably, Which Was Like, Ugh, All Right, Let's Stop That."

"Yay You Saw The Post-It! [Fake Robotic Voice] This Message Will Self Destruct In Ten Seconds."

"It's just not as threatening when I'm seeing four super blurry versions of you."

You are everything I didn't know I was looking for. “

"Who names a kid Malachai? It's like they expected me to be evil."

“Ah. Memories. Pitter-patter of little siblings’ feet, witchy-woo, chanting in the air, mom and dad calling me an abomination.”

“Like, say, you were in  plane flying 747 miles per hour , would you die? You know, that could be dangerous, like if you’re headed to New York and your pilot reroutes for weather.”

“I had a soft spot for one of my sisters. ‘Cause otherwise, I would’ve cut her lungs out, and not just her spleen. You can survive without a spleen.”

“I did murder or heavily maim most of my immediate family, but after a long period of self-reflection, I’ve come to the conclusion that I could have handled my anger better.”

This faux merge is clearly failing because I was supposed to get your magic, right? Just- I don’t know- Put it in a- Put it in a Teddy bear or a bed pan or whatever and gimmie!”

Yoo-hoo, niece? Come out where Uncle -muse name- can see you. I have a small axe to grind… Well, not so small.”

See, when your family decides that you're nothing but an irredeemable piece of trash, well, guess the best thing to do is prove them right, right?”

[poochios]

Dating Miles Morales.

Remake of this post from my main blog, I wanted to redeem myself.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

He bumps into you at visions academy a week after the fight with king pin, stumbling over his words when you begin talking to him.

After becoming friends with him, you’re seen by his and ganke’s side more often.

You fall asleep on his shoulder during a movie night, hugging his arm tightly and he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest. (And of course ganke teases him about it.)

He tells himself he’ll eventually tell you his feelings, silently hyping himself everytime he’s around you becomes he thinks this is the moment

He finally gained real courage to tell you on a cool autumn night, his hands are stuffed in his pockets, gaze set on you beside him while you tell a story.

He blurts, “I like you.” When you’re in the middle of a sentence, stopping you from completing your sentence.

Your eyes lock with his and he looks away almost immediately, sweating when your cold hand reaches up to turn his face towards you.

“I like you too.” You mutter, laughing at the bypasser yelling out a “whoop!”

DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

He’s always touching you, whether it be holding your hand, his thigh pressed against yours, hand on the small of your back, or arms simply touching while you walk through the halls of visions academy.

If he ever bring you to meet his parents, he’s the nervous one while you’re beginning conversation after conversation with his mother. You even get his dad to give a compliment or two.

He will never let you be cold. If he hears the slightest chatter of your teeth, or sees goosebumps rise onto your arms, he is throwing his jacket at you. Or, he’s wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against his chest, who knows? Maybe it’s both.

If he ever tells you he’s spiderman, I assume it’d be during an unprecedented and risky time. Per se he’s injured and you’re the only one he can rely on (minus ganke)

Alternatively, if he manages to run out of date ideas or gift ideas he suggest he takes you swinging. And when you end up on a rooftop and not a playground, let’s just say you’re more than a little confused.

Speaking of dates, naps are his guilty pleasure! Being spiderman and all has its repercussions and he gets tired a little too quickly in the morning. So he’s either napping on your thighs, or his head falls into your chest unceremoniously at lunch.

Miles would be such a caring boyfriend to you and would always always respect your boundaries. If he ever crosses the line on accident he would apologize every waking moment.

Overall I 11/10 recommend dating miles morales :))

[the-meat-machine]

ok, i couldn't stop thinking about this pairing, so i wrote this silly little thing. it's onesided Arquiusprite/Dad Crocker featuring cake and a daddy kink a mile wide. enjoy!

After the game, your house becomes something of a gathering place for all manner of people, from Jane and her friends to the various companions they met along their journey. You don't mind in the slightest. After the isolation and stress you faced while raising the heiress to the Crocker fortune under your grandmother's overbearing eye, you're more than happy to make up for lost time by playing host to as many people who will indulge your corny jokes as possible. Besides, you think that after all the trials they faced in the game, all of these poor souls could use a little coddling.

The sprites, you suspect, may be having an especially difficult time of it, though they put on a brave face. All of them have been changed in ways that make it difficult to relate to those they once called friends. You make sure they know your door is always open to them, and in return they keep you frequent company.

One of the sprites in particular has taken quite a shine to you.

Perhaps a bit too much of a shine.

ARQUIUSPRITE: Hello, Sir Dad. It is I again, Arquiusprite. ARQUIUSPRITE: Would you like to spar with me, Mister Dad sir? ARQUIUSPRITE: Test your prodigious STRENGTH against my equally sicknasty MUSCULATURE. ARQUIUSPRITE: Holy s***knickers would I ever like to feel your smokin' hot bod strain against mine in intense motherf***ing combat. ARQUIUSPRITE: Whoops, there goes my goshdarned f***ing potty mouth again. ARQUIUSPRITE: Naughty boys should be punished, don't you think? ARQUIUSPRITE: According to social convention it is now your obligation to wash my mouth out with soap. ARQUIUSPRITE: Dad. ARQUIUSPRITE: Daddy. ARQUIUSPRITE: Father. ARQUIUSPRITE: Strange attractive human lusus. ARQUIUSPRITE: Punish me. ARQUIUSPRITE: Punish me, I demand it. ARQUIUSPRITE: Mister Jane's Dad, please spank my f***ing incredible ghost glutes. DAD: ARQUIUS. I WILL NOT SPANK YOU. DAD: BUT IF YOU COME INSIDE, YOU CAN HAVE SOME CAKE AND JOIN ME WHILE I WATCH THE MUSIC MAN. HOW DOES THAT SOUND? ARQUIUSPRITE: Oh h*** flippin' yes. ARQUIUSPRITE: You had better fudgin' believe I would be jazzed to all heck to watch your corny ancient Earth musical with you, Daddington Bear. DAD: VERY WELL. COME ON IN.

True to your word, you fetch Arquius a slice of cake (tres leches, his favorite) and lay a towel down on the couch for him to sit on. You're not actually sure that he needs to sit, to be honest, but it's only polite to offer your guest a seat, even if that guest is a floating amalgamation of an alien and an artificial clone of one of your daughter's best friends.

And true to his word, Arquius appears pleased as punch to keep you company. And though he keeps up his bizarre commentary throughout the entire movie, you somehow find that you don't mind one bit.

[smallraindrops-blog]

Part two of A Road to Somewhere

💤

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, maybe after the stop for gas. But when you woke up, the skies had mellowed into soft oranges and pinks.

Hypnos' had his shade tucked into his shirt, and his fingers tapped along the wheel in time to the music.

His face looked relaxed for the first time since the trip began. Your heart tightened with something you couldn't put a name to, even if you were upset with him, you still wanted him happy.

You sat up with a yawn, "Where are we?"

"Moo." Hypnos replied.

"Really? Fine, you are free from the bet or whatever." You waved a hand around.

"We just got into the mountain path, about an hour away from the inn my mom told me about." Hypnos chatted quickly. "And then we are only ten minutes away from the ocean. Which you will be amazed at and will thank me profusely for taking you."

You chuckled, "Did you miss being able to talk my ear off?"

Hypnos shoved your shoulder with a laugh, "Shut up. You just got lucky with that cow."

"You know I've seen pictures right? I know what the ocean looks like." You told Hypnos.

"Oh sure, the pictures are totally the same." Hypnos rolled his eyes, "I told you to trust me how many times now?"

"Okay. Okay. You're right, Hypnos." You said.

"Thank you! See now only if I can get everyone else to see that." Hypnos replied.

It was about two hours of driving on the path and no inn sight when you spoke up.

"I think we're lost." You said quietly as you studied the dark and looming woods. There was no light or signs to guide you. Even the moonlight offered little help.

"We are not lost. Mom probably just forgot how long it takes to get there." Hypnos squinted into the dark, even the high beams struggled to break through the darkness.

You pulled up your phone, and tried to get the google maps pulled up. You gave up after a few minutes and opened up the paper map.

"Told you so." Hypnos murmured.

You opted not to respond as you used your phone's flashlight to read the map.

After a few moments, you found roughly where you were. You could see where the mountain path ended. "It looks like there might be a turn up here to leave the mountains. Maybe twenty miles? Is that where inn is?"

Hypnos nodded, "Yeah, you go past the mountains, keep driving until you can hear the ocean, you should be able to see the inn."

You bit your bottom lip as you watched the dark forest blurred together. You really hoped Hypnos was right about this.

💤

It had been another hour with no end in sight. Only the dark woods remained, an unwelcome present.

Hypnos had stopped talking, his hands tight on the wheel. The air was tense and you could feel how tight your chest was. Normally you could count on Hypnos to break it but Hypnos hasn't been himself for most of the trip. The drunk call at three am, the lack of his phone use and how desperate he was for you to see the ocean; something he never seemed to care about before.

You rolled your head to look at him. He still looked good, even when he was stressed and tired. And you were far too tired to care if Hypnos caught you staring.

"Do you remember what I said I would do if we got lost in the woods?" You asked him, breaking the silence for the first time in a while. "You know, eating your bones and whatnot."

Hypnos' lips quirked up in a small grin. "Why is it that every time when something happens you threaten to eat me? You did it even when we were in the boy scouts together."

"Maybe because I know how tasty you are." You said without thinking.

Hypnos laughed, "I never thought cannibalism would be used to hit on me but here we are."

You went silent, flushed and turned away to stare out the window. "I wasn't…"

"No. No, I know. Just a joke." Hypnos said quickly.

You didn't see the glance Hypnos shot you. The air grew thick with awkwardness that you were unwilling to break.

"Y/N, look I know we haven't talked about-" Hypnos started to say but you shook your head. You weren't doing this, not now, not where there was no privacy to hide your emotions.

"Do you know how much longer?" You asked, trying not to think about what just happened or about anything.

"Not too long, I think the treeline got thinner." Hypnos replied, his voice hurt. You flinched at his tone, and hated yourself for causing it.

Just as he said that, you broke past the woodland into an open field.

And just like that the air in the car changed.

"Oh thank fuck!" Hypnos whooped and you laughed at his manic smile. "Y/N, roll down the windows. Do you hear anything?"

You obeyed him, and tried to listen over the rush of wind. "Nothing yet. No wait...I think I do hear it."

"Just wait until tomorrow. You're gonna love it." Hypnos yawned.

"Let me take over, you've been driving for the whole trip." You told him, watching Hypnos shake his head.

"Thanks but no. I got this. And also look ahead, the inn should be right around there." Hypnos pointed out and once you made it over the hill, you saw it.

Softly lit by warm lights, it looked like it belonged in a storybook. Once you arrived, checked in with the chatty front desk girl and made your way to the room, one with two beds, you sat down with a happy sigh. You kicked your shoes off, watching Hypnos stumbled to his own bed.

Hypnos flopped face down on his bed with a moan. "I love this bed." He slurred. "Best bed ever."

You looked around the room, it leaned into the nautical with soft blues walls and white shells decor. A small white and green turtle figurine stared at you from your bedside table.

"Hey Hypnos?" You asked, staring at the turtle so you didn't have to look at him. "I'm sorry. About what happened in the car."

When you got no response, you glanced at him only to see him soundly asleep. You walked over to him and lightly stoke his hair. Carefully you tugged his shoes off and flipped what blanket you could over him.

And with that you turned off the lights.

💤

"No peeking. I swear I will turn the car around if I see you even try." Hypnos' hand covered your face but you pushed his hand away.

"I've been covering my eyes since we got the car." You replied, a little grumpy at how early Hypnos woke up. The one time you would have wanted to sleep in, Hypnos was up and moving even before the inn started serving breakfast.

"Mom took me and my brothers here once, did I tell you that?" Hypnos sounded excited. "Than got stung by a jellyfish and cried for like three hours."

"You sound way too happy about that." You chuckled.

"He kicked over my sand castle, he deserved it." Hypnos muttered.

You felt the car stopped and with one more warning not to peek, Hypnos got out. Your door opened and Hypnos gilded you out.

His hands rested on your shoulders, warm and big. It took everything not to lean more into the touch.

You heard the sounds of crashing waves and a faint sound of a gull cry.

"Okay... and look!"

It was beautiful. The ocean was so much bluer than you thought possible. You stepped on to the sand and walked forward, Hypnos followed behind you.

You two were the only souls around the hidden patch of beach between the cliffs, and all you can hear is the ocean hitting the rocks.

"Dude! How did your mom find this place?" You asked as you stopped short of the ocean's reach.

"My dad brought her here when they first met." Hypnos kicked off his flip flops and stepped into the water up his knees.

You copied him, only to almost fall backwards when a big wave came but caught yourself at the last second. "Woah, I didn't expect the waves to be so strong."

Hypnos tossed an arm around your shoulders to hold you steady as the waves rolled past both of you. He laughed warmly, "So pictures are totally the same thing huh?"

You smiled, "You're right, the pictures don't do justice."

"Music to my ears, Y/N." Hypnos squeezed your shoulder, "Come on. Let's get set up."

💤

The day went by quickly, sunset had just begun with deep reds and oranges. You could feel the sunburn already on your cheeks. Hypnos' shoulders and back were already burned and you knew you would be hearing him bitch about it later.

You laid on your stomach on the beach towel, lazily watching him build the tower of a sand castle.

Hypnos' tongue was sticking out a little and it made him look boyishly charming.

You looked toward the ocean, the waves lapping away at the footprints left behind. You didn't see the small bucket Hypnos packed tightly with sand or the devious look in his eyes.

You yelped when the cold lid of the bucket touched between your shoulder blades, followed by the sand. You turned your head toward Hypnos who grinned at your offended glare.

He immediately begins adding more on you, patting it down firmly with both hands.

"Hypnos." You said carefully, "If you put any more sand on me, I will kick your ass."

Wordlessly Hypnos scooped up a huge pile of sand in his hand and met your eyes.

"I won every fight we ever had since we were kids, so don't." You warned, eyes narrowed but a grin threatened to break on your face.

With a mad laugh, Hypnos dropped the sand on your back and you promptly tackled him. You were able to push his back into the sand but half a second later, you realized you missed both his arms as they tightened around your shoulders.

Hypnos rolled, pulled you along with him and your back hit the sand. You let out a grunt as you tried to squirm out but Hypnos matched you for every move. You freed one hand only for Hypnos to grab your wrist and pinned it by your head.

He immediately took the opportunity to do the same with your other wrist as he straddled your waist with all of his weight on you.

Hypnos stared down at you, panting slightly. You could tell he looked surprised as you did.

You relaxed under him, and spread out your hands.

"You win." You told him softly. Between the sounds of the waves and how the sunset made Hypnos' eyes even more golden, you couldn't think straight. Or even about how you found yourself in this position again when you swore you wouldn't.

"I win." Hypnos agreed just as softly. He leaned down and kissed you before you could react. For a few minutes, you returned the slow and deep kiss. Hypnos hummed deep in his throat, his chest fully against yours.

Hypnos pulled away, his face flushed and looking at him was what brought you back to reality.

"Nono. No. Hypnos get off now. Please." You begged him. Immediately he moved off and sat down on the sand.

There was an awkward pause as you sat up, not able to speak. A hard wind blew against you, and you shook at how cold and alone you felt.

"Y/N…" Hypnos murmured, his hand reached out to touch you but you moved away.

"No, I'm not doing this again." You said as you curled in on yourself. "Last time almost killed me. Not again."

"What are you talking about?" Hypnos moved closer but didn't touch you, his tone gentle. "Y/N. Look at me. Please. Are… Are you talking about the first time we kissed?"

"What else could I be talking about, Hypnos?" You snapped, "You can't just keep acting like it didn't happen."

"I haven't but you certainly have!" Hypnos' tone turned hard. "I just tried to act like it wasn't a big deal when you made it clear you didn't want a relationship with me."

Hypnos laughed but it wasn't friendly. "And I was the one who brought it up in the car in case you forgot, Y/N."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be your Meg replacement." You snapped at him, not knowing what else to say. You stood to walk away but Hypnos leaped up. His hands grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him. His other hand squeezed your biceps.

"What are you talking about?" Hypnos said, his tone desperate.

"You're kidding me right? You've been in love with her since seventh grade when she punched you during gym and gave you a nosebleed." You cried. "I knew you were upset at finding out that your brother is dating her."

Hypnos said nothing for a few moments before he chuckled, "I haven't looked, let alone thought of her that like in years."

You stared, not quite believing what you were hearing. "But you were upset when you found out Thanatos was dating Meg and Zagreus."

"I was upset that he didn't tell me that they had been together for almost a whole year." Hypnos paused. "And that they didn't lock the door. I mean come on. At least a sock on the front door or something."

You laughed slightly, and Hypnos grinned softly. He looked at you with such fondness you had to look away from him to keep yourself from blushing.

"Do you know why I brought you here,Y/N?" He asked carefully.

You opened your mouth only to close it. After a few seconds, you mutely shook your head.

"I want my best friend back." Hypnos said brokenly.

"I had this stupid idea if I could just go somewhere new or different with you, that maybe we could forget what I did to our friendship." Hypnos talked as you stay quiet. "I knew I fucked up, I pushed too hard and too soon but god, I couldn't look away from you anymore and… And I thought you felt the same."

You swallowed, "I thought when you acted like it didn't happen you regretted what happened, regretted me."

"Never, how could I regret you? Y/N, when we weren't talking I was going crazy. I felt like I had a limp missing. Mom was showing me these photos back when we were kids, and you were in almost all of them." Hypnos swallowed. "I just want you back."

You took a deep breath, feeling like you were on a cliff and didn't know if you were to fall forward or backward. "You didn't lose me. I just didn't want to be the thing you used to get over Meg."

"Is that why you didn't want to go out with me?" Hypnos asked and squeezed your arm gently. "Y/N, I don't know if you noticed but I've been crazy about you for years."

"Oh." You blinked. "Oh."

Hypnos smiled, "Yeah. Oh."

"Is it too late? For us?" You asked, heart racing.

"Never." Hypnos cupped your face. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Yes, please." You met him halfway into the kiss, smiling with relief.

Days later, on your way home, Hypnos' hand rested on your thigh as you sat in peace.

It felt like home.

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

i think not | owen joyner

requested?; - yes! Owen Joyner x reader - their characters might not be love interests on the show (readers is possibly a new one for Luke/which causes a rift in Juke) but they are in real life and are trying to keep it on the down low especially during cast interviews and with fans.

word count; 2K

warnings; language, yelling but only like two sentences

a/n; I didn’t know how to end it so the ending kinda sucks sorry. also side note, the character the reader plays on jatp is a character I’m planning on writing an x reggie fic with so be on the lookout for that !

that close up tho 

You didn’t mean for it to happen. 

Not the, relationship, of course. You wanted that to happen. You’ve been wanting that to happen since you were an extra dancer on the first season of Julie and the Phantoms and danced right into Owen on accident during The Other Side of Hollywood. He was sweet about it, of course he was, asking if you were okay when he was the one that got barrelled into. The apology coffee date turned into a movie night at his apartment which then turned into weekly Friday night takeout dates which ultimately turned into Owen blurting out one night that he liked you and wanted to be your boyfriend. 

You obviously said yes. 

Which brings you to now, two years later filming season two of JatP, except this time you weren’t a dancer, but a recurring character - Delilah Alarie, a 17 year old girl who can hear ghosts, but can’t see them, and forms an unlikely relationship with everyone’s favorite bassist in a ghost band. This is where the problem comes in. 

When you and Owen started dating back in 2019, you two decided to keep it on the DL because you both weren’t totally sure where it was going to go. At the time you were both so busy: Owen having his first acting job as an adult so he was getting used to the long hours, and you working what felt like 25/8 to get all the dance routines down pat. So you both just...didn’t tell anyone. That’s not to say people weren’t suspicious. Charlie was present at many movie nights and Tori liked to tease you about you how you’d spend your time between takes staring at the blond drummer and his fidgeting fingers. 

Filming wrapped and you planned to announce your relationship at the wrap party, but a certain 19 year old thought it would be smart to get a little wasted and passed out before you could say “hey, we’re dating.” Then, you all went your separate ways and you and Owen didn’t see the need to inform everyone of the relationship, especially because you had to figure out the whole long-distance thing. 

Then Covid hit. And there really wasn’t a need because you both were fighting so hard to not get insecure and worried about the hundreds of miles between you two. But you got through it. Between many facetime calls, a spontaneous trip to Hawaii, and one memorable meet up at a halfway point between your two states, you were finally back in each other's arms after the last three months apart. Of course, it was on set, where everyone thinks you’re just friends. 

So yeah, there’s a problem. Because you didn’t mean for the secret dating to go on for so long. Life just, happened, and now you two are constantly sneaking around your fellow castmates and trading secret kisses in each other’s trailers and having little rendezvous meetings in the apartment building’s pool after your roommates have fallen asleep. You’re sure Savannah and Tori have heard you sneaking out a few times, but they wisely say nothing. Charlie sleeps like the dead so your certain Owen is in the clear. 

It’s not like you two want to keep it a secret. Of course you want to tell your friends, it's just, since it’s gone on for so long you’re scared of what could happen. If they’ll get mad about the sneaking around and the lying. 

But alas, you knew the day when the secret would slip out would come. And today just happened to be that day. 

Your friends were already starting to get suspicious, you and Owen were starting to lose your subtlety with the sneaking around, and some fans don’t understand the term BOUNDARIES and caught you two outside the apartment building one day. You weren’t doing anything relationship-y, you two were just coming back from a short day on set because you both ended at the same time and were looking forward to some much needed alone time. But you both knew better than to hold hands or kiss in public, which you were glad for that rule when a few girls bombarded Owen when you both walked out of the parking garage to head inside. The girls posted about the interaction online and of course, assumptions were made about why you two were together. The cast brought it up, but you both shut it down. You really thought the secret would be exposed because someone would catch you two together...Owen is not good at keeping his hands to himself despite his own PDA rule. 

But no, the secret came to a head because Owen is a big fat st0upid head and got jealous over his best friend. 

It started as a normal day. You got up at the last possible minute, Savannah and Tori already eating breakfast in the kitchen, knowing better than to wake you up before your alarm. You ate, showered, changed into comfy clothes for the ride to work. Madi joined you and the other girls that day, now being a little older her dad trusted her to be alone with the older cast members and alone on set for a little while. You jammed out to Doja Cat and HSM because “range, Y/N, range.” Then you arrived on set to Kenny calling you and Madi over for an impromptu meeting before any of you could reach hair and makeup. 

“Alright, now that the rest of you guys are here, I have an announcement to make.” You looked around to see that it was just the main four and you, and that’s when trepidation hit. The only scene you knew of today that involved you five was when the boys finally became visible to you, and you and Reggie share a moment. It’s a hug, much like the one Julie and Luke shared in the season one finale. But Kenny had come up to you a few days ago, suggesting adding a little something something. He told you he wasn’t sure yet, had to run it by a few execs, but that Jeremy was okay with it and he wanted to make sure you’d be okay with it too. You had said yes, after all Jeremy was the one married so you were really only worried about how he and Carolynn would feel about the kiss, you didn’t even think about Owen. 

That was a mistake. 

“So, I ran it by a few execs and of course, our own Delilah and Reggie, and have decided that after their big hug moment, a little kiss would really make the scene and ma -” 

“Uh I think not.” It was muttered, but everyone heard it. And everyone froze, Kenny stopping mid sentence to look at the culprit. Owen was looking at his hands, completely oblivious to everyone staring at him. He didn’t even realize he’d said it aloud until Jeremy cut the tension with a little forced chuckle. 

“C’mon Owen there’s enough of me to go around.” Everyone chuckled a bit, but Owen froze in his fidgeting, his face going firetruck red and eyes darting over to you. 

“Shit. Fuck I said that aloud didn’t I?” He groaned, putting his face in his hands and, before you could stop yourself, you walked up to him. 

“Hey. Hey c’mon.” You gently wrapped your hands around his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. “It’s okay.” You expected him to look stressed. Based on his tone of voice you were preparing for a minor panic attack. But when you saw his face, all you saw was anger. It shocked you, causing you to stumble back a bit. 

“You knew about this?” And okay, yeah, you also expected a bit of that. But not to this caliber. 

“Owen I -”

“No. No you knew and didn’t tell me? Didn’t think to mention that you’d be kissing one of my best friends? What the hell Y/N?” You flinched, not used to Owen being this angry and loud.

“Owen, buddy, hey. Let’s just -” Charlie started, trying to diffuse the situation having noticed you flinching. 

“No! This isn’t a ‘calm down’ thing. This is a “my girlfriend lied to me” thing and I’m very upset about it!” And whoop...there it is. 

“Owen...” 

“God just, really Y/N?” Then he walks away, leaving you surrounded by your confused friends. It’s silent for a few seconds, everyone taking in what just happened. 

“Um...I know this probably a really bad time to bring this up but uh...y’all owe me twenty bucks each,” Charlie said. Then everyone started talking at one. Kenny apologizing for not knowing, Madi berating Charlie for the bad timing, Charlie firing back that Owen is just being dramatic, and Jeremy consoling you with Kenny. His hand on your back jump starts you into action. You quickly excuse yourself to make your way to Owen’s trailer, knowing that’s probably where he stormed off too. 

You don’t knock when you get there, just walk in, making sure to lock it behind you. Owen is there on the couch, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. 

“Owen Joyner what the hell was that?” That’s not what you had wanted to say. You were going to be nice and ease into it. But he yelled first and now you're anxious and stressed and upset. He sighs heavily and looks up at you, eyes red and glassy with unshed tears. 

“I’m sorry. I - Y/N I didn’t mean to freak. I realized halfway here that was not the way to go. I’m so -” You cut him off by pushing him back and crawling into his lap.

“It’s okay. It’s okay I should’ve - I shouldn’t’ve just yelled and I definitely should have told you when Kenny proposed the idea I just got so caught up in the fact it’d be my first on screen kiss and it’d be with a married man who’s in quite possibly the cutest relationship ever and I was worried about -” 

“You’re rambling babe,” Owen says with a smile. It’s a soft thing, one that makes your insides all mushy and your heart starts beating a little faster. “It’s okay. I mean, I would’ve liked to have found out earlier and not in front of our friends - oh my God! I just completely exposed us didn’t I? Oh God!” He whimpers out a whine and leans his head forward onto your shoulder. You giggle at the blonde beneath you, running your hands through his hair as he pinches your sides for the laugh. 

“Babe, I’m pretty sure they already knew.” Owen whips his head up at that, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Charlie mentioned everyone owes him twenty so, i’m pretty sure they were betting on when we’d tell them.” Owen groans and grumbles at that, throwing his head back in a dramatic way to convey his fake frustration. He brings his head back center and smiles softly again at you. 

“I will make sure to steal it from him tonight. That’s our money babe.” You giggle into the kiss he places onto your lips. You two sit there for a few more minutes, exchanging kisses and trading affirmations of love. After a final kiss, one that’s full of passion and heat, you decide to head back to set. 

You walk into the stage with the studio hand-in-hand, smiles on your faces. Madi squeals when she sees you both, running over to hug you. 

“Yay yay! I knew you’d work it out and now I have another couple to fangirl over. Yay!” You hug the small girl back before she bounces over to give Owen the same treatment. 

“Congrats bro,” Charlie says with a smile, clapping a hand on Owen’s back and ruffling your hair up. Jeremy smiles at you two, hugging you both as well. 

“Congrats you two, now can we get back to the meeting? You two dating is old news. Like, 2019 old. But congrats on finally announcing it!” You look at Kenny in shock for a second, before bursting out into laughter, everyone around you following suit. Owen squeezes your hand three times and you look back over at him. You both shoot each other a small smile. 

It’s gonna be okay. 

[maybebanks]

Blow Up My Life

JJ Maybank x kook! reader

“What are we gonna do now? We have no way to dive without materials,” Pope tells the group.

“Guys we can’t give up now. There’s gotta be a way,” John B sighs.

John B had just been caught by Ward when trying to borrow some scuba gear to explore Scooters boat. They had to find some other way to get resources.

“JJ!” Pope exclaims as if JJ has been the answer that they were looking for all along.

“What’s JJ gonna do? Pick-pocket a touron?” Kie adds.

“Do I look like a kook to you?” JJ said, asking why Pope, the smartest kid he knew, was suggesting him as the answer.

“No, idiot. JJs dad used to work at that boat place right? There’s a kook girl that he always flirts with, she can hook us up!”

JJ rolled his eyes, “You mean Y/n? No way! I’m not asking her for shit,”

“Take one for the team, buddy,” John B pleads, getting excited at the possibility.

“She’s not gonna help,” JJ groaned. Fumbling with some keys on his backpack.

“I’ve seen you guys. You have a thing going,” Pope suggests.

JJ scoffs, “She’s gonna ask why. She won’t let us waste money if she doesn’t know what it’s for. Plus she has work to do,”

“She’s a kook though,” John B adds.

JJ never really pondered the fact that you were a kook, because you weren’t a snotty, annoying, bitch one.

“Barely. She’s like a Kiara-kook,” JJ explained, gesturing to Kie who was braiding her hair.

She stopped to give him a confused look.

“Still got the money though,” John B adds.

“Fine. I’ll ask her. I can’t believe you put me up to this. You all owe me!” JJ muttered as he slammed the door on the way out.

You and JJ had a complicated relationship. You met his dad before you met him. Your father owned the boat place that Mr.Maybank used to have a job at.

This gave you a bad impression of JJ. But you got to know him a little bit. He was sweet to you, but flirted non stop. Sometimes going overboard.

Nonetheless, you denied all his attempts. He never stopped trying, but at this point, that was just who he was. You both had interesting conversations almost always ending with you both roasting eachother.

When JJ got to the place, he knew better then to enter through the garded entrance. His dad was fired, so he wasn’t exactly welcomed in.

But he hopped the fense on the side and started creeping past the boats. Trying to be as descreet as possible.

Finally, he noticed you, bending over, fixing a boat. There was dirt trailing up your arms from the work, and your shorts were riding up your butt just a little.

JJ stiffened, he didn’t want to admit to the fact that he was attracted to a kook. Especially one that would never go for him.

You grabbed a wrench and started using it on the boat. But then, metal made a loud squeaking noise, and you jumped back.

“Shit.” You blurted in a disappointed tone, knowing that you just bursted a pipe and there would be consequences if fire got in the vicinity.

Less than a foot away from you, a broken wire began to spark. Your eyes widened and you instantly stepped back.

“Red 80!!” You shouted. This was in case anyone was near you and needed to take cover. Red was for the fire, and 80 was about the explosion. It was a saying you somewhat invented.

You ran towards the boat JJ was hiding behind and jumped to take cover there.

You turned the corner, and saw him.

“JJ?!” You couldn’t stop running and collided into his chest. “What are you doing here? Did you not hear me? There’s a red 80-“ you stopped when the loud eruption started.

You flinched towards JJ, and instinctively buried your head into his chest and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. His eyebrows were raised as he pulled you in, lifting his arm to shelter you. And placing a hand over your head just in case of debris.

It was a short explosion, and not one causing that much damage. But still, to JJ at least, a mistake worth making fun of.

“Not much of a hugger. But I kinda like that. Like a lot,” JJ said.

You pushed him back, “real nice,” you retaliated.

“No really. The whole damsel in distress thing...” JJ added.

You scoffed, brushing his flirts off, and got up to inspect the damage you had done.

“Feels all...James Bond,” JJ continued, gesturing to the explosion.

“It’s not too bad,” you say, in a tone that tells you you’re lying to yourself.

“Good luck telling your dad that,” JJ chuckles sarcastically.

With your hands on your hips you face him, “I think I’ll just tell him this happened the exact moment Maybank’s kid walked in. How exactly did you get in here again?”

JJ puts his hand on his heart, mocking offended.

Causing you to laugh at his facial expressions. You begin to walk away, when JJ jogs infront of you to stop you.

“Wait seriously?” He asks, slightly worried.

“No, dumbass. I’m no snitch,” you scoffed.

“That makes this next part easy,” JJ mutters, but you hear it.

“Huh?”

JJ scratches the back of his neck, he looks down at you, his eyebrow twitching as he involuntarily scans his eyes down your body.

“Ugh,” you scoffed, annoyed as you stepped past him, shoving his shoulder with yours. But it was more like his bicep.

“No, wait...I wanted to ask to borrow some gear. You know...for fun. Maybe cuz we’re cool, I thought you could hook me up?” JJ offered.

“How many?” You wondered.

“A few,” JJ said bluntly.

“So is this for you? Or the whole Scooby gang?”

JJ chuckled, it was always a joke between you two that him and his friends were the Scooby gang, always causing mischief, and riding around in that colorful van.

“The gang,” JJ stated.

“And they thought sending you was the best bet?” You joked.

“Ha, ha. Now please, I know you got some,” JJ said hopefully.

“Not for you, JJ,” you said and left him standing there while you tended to cleaning up the oil mess.

“If I help you fix this boat...then will you let me borrow some gear?” JJ asks, sitting down on the boat beside you.

“I’m working, JJ,” you brushed him off, hoping to ignore him.

You fumbled with the pipes, when JJ’s hand came into your vision. He was starting to help you, despite your protests.

He reconnects a pipe and twists a new bolt onto the latch. Stopping the oil from oozing out.

It makes a loud squeak, and right before he closes the metal, some fuel sprays in your face.

“Ah! JJ!” You scream as you wipe it off your cheek.

JJ smirks, “Whoops, my bad. I was aiming for your mouth,” JJ admits. And you roll your eyes.

A few seconds later, and after a few more moves. JJ fixes the damage you have done.

“This is huge! JJ thank you,”

“Ha. That’s what she said,” JJ mutters, to which you slap him on the arm.

“So...what do you say about helping me and my friends?” JJ brings up.

“Why do you need it? Going on some secret mission!” You tease, pushing his shoulder a little.

“I knew you wouldn’t help,” JJ mumbled.

“Why don’t you just ask your dad...oh right!” You trail off, trying to insult him back.

You see his demeanor change slightly, his jaw clenches in anger.

You and JJ have fought before, but it was all in good fun. You realized his dad was a sensitive topic.

“Come on,” you said, gesturing for him to follow you as you walked towards the scuba tank storage.

You hand him two tanks, “the rest are empty. So use these wisely,” you inform.

JJ smiles, “thank you,”

“Have fun with these,” you sigh, accidentally letting some longing push through in your voice.

“We will,” JJ says, throwing the tanks over his shoulder.

You smile softly, it was a fake smile that faded quickly.

So JJ noticed, his eyebrows furrowing. As a way of thanking you, he put aside his usual method of ignoring problems when he sees them.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked.

You looked at the ground, “yeah I’m cool,” you shrugged.

“You’re not mad about letting me borrow this stuff are you? I promise I’ll bring it back,” JJ tried to cheer you up, by holding out his pinkie finger.

“No. It’s not that. I just...I guess you and you’re friends are so close, and you always have so much fun together...sometimes I just wanna get in on that. You know?” You explained.

“But you’re a kook?” JJ said in shock, he never thought a kook would wish to trade their life for his.

“Yeah,” you said disappointedly, “it gets boring after a while,” you admitted.

“You have a pool in your backyard?” JJ defended, trying to mention reasons why your life shouldn’t be boring.

“Without friends to share it with...friends that know you...I don’t know. It’s okay. I’ll figure it out. You should get outta here. Before my dad finds you,” you suggest.

JJ struggles for words. He knew his friends would tease him if he did what he was thinking, but he didn’t care, “come with us,”

You gave him a surprised look at the offer, “really?”

“Totally. As long as you don’t embarrass me with all your kooky ways,” JJ joked.

“I think I will. All I have here is the same old, same-“

“HEY!” a male voice shouted suddenly. You jumped and turned to face the voice. But JJ had already started running towards the exit.

“JJ! You bastard,” you scolded.

“Oh right,” JJ blurted, he ran back to you, grabbed your arm, and started dragging you with him.

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed, pushing him off.

“Your coming with me right?”

“Yeah. But I can walk myself,” you retort.

JJ explains, “We can’t walk, we have to run-“

“Is that Maybank?! I told you to never come back here, boy!” The male security man shouts.

You laugh and start running farther with JJ.

He hops a fence, the man still gaining on the both of you.

You’ve never hopped a fence before, but in the heat of the moment, and JJ’s motivation, you swung your feet over with ease and continued to run with JJ.

JJ was a little faster than you, so to catch up with him, you reached out and held his hand.

He was surprised, you could read it on his face, it wasn’t necessarily a bad-surprise, but he felt affection, in your touch.

He thought it was just adrenaline.

After what felt like a mile, JJ finally stopped running.

When you stopped, JJ carefully let go of your hand to run a hand through his hair.

You breathed heavily, “that was-“

“Fun right?” JJ smiled.

You laughed and felt a sudden nerve in your stomach. Almost like anxiety.

“You ready to meet my friends?”

That was it, your face flushed with nerves, “Wait, uh...are you sure they’ll want to. I mean...aren’t your friends very...anti-kook?” you wondered.

JJ scratches the back of his neck, “don’t worry. They’ll love you. And besides, I’m the most anti-kook and you can deal with me,”

You smiled at him, “true,”

You and JJ walked a little further and arrived at a house near the water.

“This is John B’s place. You can find me here a lot,” JJ said.

You already knew why JJ wouldn’t want to be home a lot. So you just nodded.

(Disclaimer: They we’re running with the scuba gear on their backs)

The Pogues ran out of the house to meet the both of you. Smiling when they saw the gear.

You didn’t feel used because you were there too.

The pogues didn’t expect to see you, and not to judge a book by its cover, but you didn’t look like a full kook.

Kiara approached JJ, “what’s she doing here?” She whispered.

John B smiled and held out a hand for you to shake, “hey, I’m John B,”

You greeted him back warmly, trying to hide the nerves.

“Hey, I’m Pope,” someone said from behind John B, “you’re Y/n right? We’ve heard a lot about you,”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my boy JJ-“ Pope tries, but JJ steps in and elbows him in the gut.

“Welcome to the Cut,” John B says.

“She’s been to the Cut, genius,” Pope says, still recovering from the playful blow he took from JJ.

“Fine. Welcome to the Chateau.” He paused, “That better?”

[newtonsheffield]

Love your new update and headcanons about Bridgerton babies! So Charlotte is the only lawyer in the house, what are the other kids up to?

Ahhhh The Baby Bridgertons, How I love these kids. Thank you so much for your kindness towards my update (It is sadly my least favourite of the series I think) But I’m very glad you enjoyed it! (I’ve had to put in a cut because this really got away from me and I’m so sorry)

Edmund had always been a practical child, and Kate often caught him mimicking Anthony like a tiny little shadow. It was on purpose when he was a boy (Kate’s favourite picture of the two of them is Anthony and Edmund sitting side-by-side on the sofa Anthony reading the paper, Edmund reading Where Oh Where is Kipper’s Bear with their legs crossed in exactly the same way) and then became subconscious as an adult. Anthony had been certain that he was finally going to get the son at Bridgerton and Sons when Edmund graduated high school, though Kate told him not to get too excited, they wanted Edmund to be happy, and he was lucky that he was in a position where he could choose whatever he wanted to do. Of course I want him to be happy Kate, and he can do whatever he wants. But it doesn’t really matter, It’s going to be Law. It’s not Law. Edmund becomes an accountant, and Anthony stands very proudly at his graduation clapping in the front row. After all, a law firm still needs an accountant no?

Miles is by far the most sensitive and artistic, and quietest child of Kate and Anthony’s. He still comes to annihilate when it comes to family board game night, he wasn’t adopted after all, but in general he’s a sort of background puppet master to the chaos rather than swooping in riding a tiger like his sister Charlotte. Miles becomes a professional violinist. And the day that Miles sits as first violin in the London Symphony Orchestra is one of the proudest of Kate’s life. He gets it from me you know. Anthony who has been treated to Kate’s flute recitals many times and is very familiar with her rendition of Mariah Carey’s Fantasy from the car and shower after more than twenty years of marriage decides it’s best not to respond, though he can’t help the absolutely baffled look that crosses his face anyway.

Charlotte as detailed here is a crown prosecutor. And Anthony and Kate are ludicrously proud of their daughter despite the fact she occasionally shoots down their cases. Anthony who has always hated losing, is so struck by Charlotte’s commanding presence that’s so like Kate’s in so many ways, that he decides, just this once, he can let it slide. But only because she’s his daughter. 

Mary Bridgerton always loved animals. She was 1 year old when Kate’s beloved corgi Newton past away, but he was followed by Einstein, who, despite her father’s best efforts turned out to be just as much of a menace as his predecessor. KAAAATE Anthony’s enraged voice would often echo through the house. Your Dog has eaten my belt and Mary would always here her Mother’s voice sing song back Ahhh but you bought this one Anthony! He’s your dog! Mary loved Einstein and her aunt Lucy’s cat Gerald, and really any and all animals. She was always coming back from parks with a sick squirrel or a littler of kittens she’d found under a bench You may keep ONE Mary, And you can give the rest to your cousins, so no one was surprised when Mary became a veterinarian. She went to her father the day she applied and said I’m sorry Dad. I just don’t want to be a lawyer like Charlotte. Anthony had sighed and wrapped his daughter in a tight hug whispering how proud he would be anyway. And when Dr Mary Lucy Bridgerton is introduced on the stage Mary can hear her parents and siblings and all of her cousins whooping wildly in the auditorium and she knows that no matter what, her parents will love her anyway.  

[zontiky]

au where the apocalypse was never a threat or a concept to begin with

*cracks knuckles* now i could make this a decent upbringing au OR i could make it EXTREMELY COMPLICATED and you know me you know exactly what im about to do ;)

reginald THINKS he’s prepping them all for the apocalypse but reginald is a child-abusing FOOL and an alien BASTARD and there’s no apocalypse there never was there never will be. the world is safe and sound but the hargreeves children aren’t.

five runs away from home and gets thrown into april 1st, 2019. the world is thriving. he did it. he tries to get home but he can’t because he’s stuck and im now realizing that everyone reading this post has seen a million fics with this exact concept but FUCK YOU THIS IS MY CITY NOWWW

so he’s stuck in 2019 and he’s like ah fuck ah SHIT what now! and goes to the academy and it’s not like he was super far away from it in the first place. he didn’t even make it a mile away it’s like a 5 minute walk back home lmao

now because reggie thinks there IS an apocalypse he still killed himself and i hate him a lot so cough ahem anyway

five shows up on the mansion and expects dad to be sitting there in his office, doing his evil dad evil villain thing yk the drill

but instead he comes in to an empty house. mom is unresponsive. he cant find pogo (dont ask where pogo is. hes doing monkey butler things ok). and diego is climbing in through the window

five freaks out because WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU THIS IS MY HOUSE and jumps diego and diego goes down HARD because WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MY DEAD BROTHER?? MY BROTHER WHO DISAPPEARED 17 YEARS AGO?? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKK

so they try to beat the shit out of each other for a second and by that i mean five tries to beat the shit out of diego whos gained his senses by now and is trying to convince his brother (his BROTHER) that technically he lives here too please stop punching me

luther comes downstairs.

“IS THAT FIVE???”

“SHUT UP AND HELP ME THIS LITTLE FUCKER CAN PUNCH”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

they manage to calm him down when five catches sight of diegos tattoo

WAIT I FORGOT THAT THE FUNERAL WAS BEFORE APRIL FUCK NEVERMIND SCRAP THE PAST 13 BULLETS ABORT MISSION

so five lands in april, goes to the house, and by then the hargreeves have cleared out and are back to doing their own thing more or less. he comes up to the door and grace (pogo has fixed her by now because i said so) welcomes her son back home like he never even left

she gives him a hug

reginald is gone and she hasnt seen her sun in years and dammit, he deserves that hug okay? she gives him a hug.

five pulls away. mom hasnt hugged him for years because he stopped letting her and he’s not about to change his mind now

“where’s everyone?” he asks. he doesn’t even consider that everybody is gone, because where would they go? or maybe it just hasn’t hit him exactly which time he jumped into, maybe he still hasn’t made the connection exactly what age his siblings are now, maybe he has but he still hopes he can deny it for a little while longer

grace wants to hug him again but she refrains. she calls his siblings

one by one, in the span of the next week, she gets ahold of them and calls them back to the academy. “important news,” she says. “you’ll want to -- you’ll need to be here,” she says. “your brother,” she says, and her children listen and come back home

luther is at the academy when five gets here. because, where would he go? he can’t go back to the moon, and dad is gone, and he’s never even been on a bus alone before, where would he go?

when five sees him for the first time he almost cries, because he’s so much bigger and taller and older and what happened to him??

this is his new reality. this is the new luther

but it isn’t, it can’t be, because five is going to get back home and he’s going to fix it, he’s going to fix this and he’s going to grow up just like his siblings did, and it won’t even be long before he’s back home almost two decades ago.

vanya is next to arrive, and five almost -- almost -- smiles at her and gives her a hug and teases her how she’s still shorter than him, but she has such a blank expression on her face and the way she looks between the portrait of him (he hated that portrait from the beginning, he wanted to burn it because hes back now, isnt he? and he’ll go back home and not leave again, but pogo didnt let him) stops him. it will only be a couple of days and he’ll be going home already, he tells grace, so maybe the others dont even have to come here. she nods and smiles and says nothing

diego comes a day or so later, dragging klaus along, and five is stunned by how they look once again. diego looks battle-hardened and angry like he never did just last week, five’s last week, but now he scowls and doesn’t stutter and dresses himself in black and he lives alone and diego looks so lonely but five doesnt think about it because its not his business and he knows better and its diegos own damn fault for cutting contact, isnt it? and even if it weren’t five will go back and fix it all

five knows klaus has been doing things for a good year or so know, but this -- living on the streets, giggling even as diego forces him inside, making lewd jokes with his eyes out of focus -- he couldn’t have even imagined. he stamps down the feeling of i should have been there to help stop him and doesn’t think how sad and angry at their father seeing klaus like this makes him feel, instead he forces thoughts of it’s his own fault he ended up this way and i’m going to get back and fix this (but that’s not a thought he has to force. he will. he has to. it won’t even be another week before he figures out how to get home)

allison gets there next. she took the first plane she could get on to get home and pushed off all her appointments but she had a family emergency just last week and it was hard to get away and she looks so sad even when she opens her arms for a hug and five cant help but relent and give her one. diego scoffs and allison lets loose a dig thats more of a barb thats more of a sharp sentence splitting the air and hitting her brother square in the chest. five doesnt say anything but his stomach twists. just a week or so and he’ll fix it because even as children they never said things like that to each other

he waits for ben to come last. he must be the most adjusted of them all, right? ben read a lot last five saw of him, and hes one of the smartest of them, and secretly five always thought that ben deserves to have friends that he doesnt live with

ben doesnt come

he asks mom and she smiles and he asks the others and they look away and he asks again and someone -- and it doesnt matter who because his ears are ringing and hes stumbling back and falling onto the couch -- says that ben died. ben died years ago.

ben died four years after five left

fives head is spinning and he needs to get back, he needs to stop it he needs to fix it he needs to make it all better because it was never supposed to be this way

(you thought this would be a happy au didnt you?? haha bitch think again)

(it is but they have to get there smhhh)

klaus laughs and elbows the air next to him and five asks, he doesnt beg, he asks him if he can summon ben

everyone scoffs. rolls their eyes. klaus is high as a kite and hes holding a bottle of whiskey and he looks like he hasnt been sober in days. weeks. years. and he’s a liar and ben is gone for real, im sorry, five. i know this must be hard for you

that can’t be right. five wasnt there for all of klaus’ lies and stealing and drunken sobbing. five remembers klaus rolling a joint at the breakfast table like it was last week -- and it was, it was, he’ll fix it still, but to five klaus is still just his brother. just klaus

he asks, not begs, five doesnt beg but he comes damn close in this moment, to tell him the truth

and klaus looks around and ben whispers please, klaus, just try and five is looking at him with wet eyes and he’s thirteen he’s so young and -- he can’t say innocent. none of them have ever been innocent, not since reginald hargreeves adopted them all those years ago. but five...

he tells the truth. and five believes him

so anyway five cant get back and then they decide well ok five while youre staying here we might as well buy you some clothes. ones that arent literally 20 years old. jesus these uniforms are ugly

my jaw is clenching so hard and im cold asdflksdh so im gonna end this here and maybe rb it and continue lated idk 😳😳

WHOOP this is getting away from me i know u didnt come here for quote poetic unquote bullshit but weihfsdkjdhskf THATS WHAT UR GETTING I GUESS XX <3

[onelastbreath-writes]

I Spy

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)

A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo

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“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”

“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.

You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.

You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.

You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.

It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.

“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.

“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.

“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”

“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.

“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.

Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.

“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.

“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”

You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.

“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic.  It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.

“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”

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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.

You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.

All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.

Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.

You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.

And so, the hours rolled.

You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.

You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”

“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.

But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.

“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”

You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.

His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.

Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.

“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”

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