#it’s currently 4 am so if there are any mistakes- no there aren’t

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Can we PLEASE know more about the period of time Sonic benched Tails? was he conscious right after the explosion or did he get to faint through the pain? how was his recovery process? how did Sonic survive seeing his baby bro like that? did they both talk about Tails staying out of battles or did Sonic just forbid him from it? many tears and hugs involved?

one infodump coming right up!!

so tails was absolutely unconscious after the explosion and was out for about two days. no one was 100% sure he was gonna make it, but he pulled through and lived to see another day. due to the obvious reason i’ll get to in a bit, his recovery process wasn’t as good as it should’ve been. he was stressed and tried to push himself to heal faster so he could get back out there, but of course that just made his condition worse

as for how sonic stayed in one piece after seeing his baby brother in such a state? after seeing his mangled arm? after learning that there was a chance he’d never be able to fly again or hear properly or would never really be able use right side of his body at all? the answer is by a fucking thread. the thinnest thread you’ve ever seen but he held onto that thing with both hands. he had to hold onto the hope that his little brother would be okay, that he’d wake up soon

thankfully, by some miracle granted from chip the light gaia himself, tails was able to use both his right leg and tail. his hearing in that ear was definitely shot and the limbs were a lot weaker than they used to be, but a win is a win

then, of course, the dreaded decision. everything about it was messy. the thought process leading up to it, the conversation between the brothers, and the aftermath. though it was less of a conversation and more so sonic telling tails that he’s benched, no room for negotiations

in sonic’s defense, he was fucking terrified. seeing the broken body of your twelve year old little brother isn’t something you just brush off, that shit sticks with you forever. sonic was never one to set strict rules for his bro, but he never wanted to see tails like that ever again

anyway tails took it as poorly as you’d imagine. there was a massive argument between them, tails kicked sonic out of his recovery room until further notice, and his mental health tanked hard. up until the explosion, he’d been doing pretty well in that department. his confidence was rising and his poor self image was turning itself around, but all of that was thrown out the window when sonic said he wasn’t allowed to fight beside him anymore

he pretty much closed himself off from everyone for a few months, and even after that he remained pretty distant for years. he still gathered information for the restoration or sonic himself, but he was never actually on the battlefield fighting alongside his friends. he was just stuck in his lab, doing what he does best

of course, the whole benching thing didn’t last as long as sonic would’ve liked what with the whole tails going behind his back thing and the brothers did eventually make up, but there’s a smallest bit of tension between them that they don’t really talk about

but ye that’s what i have rn. very happy that people are interested in this!

[carlos-in-glasses]

There's something I need to get off my smutty chest about Tarlos having kids and the true reason I wasn't into the idea at first (and have since come around).

(Before and during season 4) I was uncertain about Tarlos having kids because – in all honesty – they are the Hot Sex couple. How are they supposed to have Hot Sex whenever and wherever, while there are kids in the house? Surely they aren’t. They can’t. And, selfishly, how would that impact how I want to write them in my canon-compliant/very canon-adjacent fics?

However. As time passed, the idea of them becoming dads overwhelmed me with not just how adorable it is (and it IS! That little 'room' they've made for Jonah that looks like it has a race car bed?? Come onnn!!!! My heart!!!) but how radical, when for so long same-sex couples not having kids was the default because they were not allowed to do it. But now they can, and I am so moved and excited for them to permanently adopt a child and represent that particular progress. I think it's important to remember that what we are seeing on screen with Tarlos is radical already, and I know it might not seem like it because the sexy times moment in 5x05 was so brief, but it really is. Same-sex marriage was legalised five minutes ago. Seeing same-sex couples in media raising a family is still massive and frankly in this current age, essential. With Tarlos we’ve been so lucky to have both: a storyline about how one part of a couple isn’t ready for kids, which I feel like we never see and was very interesting, and we have a storyline where they both become ready (unfortunately rushed and we’re only going to see three seconds of it, but still. Still!). I’m sure if the show were continuing, they wouldn’t have done a kids storyline for them yet anyway, or they would have told one with room to breathe. So, there is also an allowance to make for completing their arc as a couple under unfortunate circumstances. It might be a speed-run, but it was always how their story would end, and we are lucky we get a proper ending at all. We get to see them make choices, make mistakes, and change, which allows them to be even richer as characters imo.

All this is to say – if you, like me, are dubious about them having kids because of the sex thing and are trying to reason it out – it's okay to say it. Or I've decided it's okay to admit it anyway lol. Personally, I have come to the conclusion that they are still going to be the Hot Sex couple. Because they are still them. They are Tarlos. And they are OURS. They are going to have Hot Hot Hot Sex because they are going to really want it. And isn’t that delicious? Whenever the kids aren’t around, they are going to be all over each other. They are going to bonk in every corner of their suburban home. And in the yard. The back porch swing. The roof. They are going to need to do house repairs often, because of this. Their neighbours will hate them. And as it should be. They are per-canon obsessed with having sex with each other. Also! Having said all this: They can be written by fic writers as childless. That's completely fine. Or, any and all fics can be set pre. 5x08 if that's what people want to do. I might want to do that for the most part if it's easier to tell a specific story. I don't know yet! In any case:

Tarlos is going to be happy. Afterglow is their resting state.

In the words of Ghost Gwyn, it is all going to be okay.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

1. i'm sleeping with a ghoul (Ghost!Lucifer x MC)

A/N: Hello!! This is a few days late, but I said I wanted to do Obey Me month and I'm sticking to it, damn it! So I offer you my very first story for it, as well as the first thing I've published for the om fandom that isn't Barbatos. This was actually really fun to write and I wanna thank @the-ancient-fae for giving me the prompt of 'ghost' to help me figure something out!! That simple prompt has created a whole basket of ideas in my head, so thank you, Roxy 💜 But anyways, enjoy reading!!

Pairing(s): Lucifer x MC

Prompt: Day 1 - Lucifer from @obeymetournaments's list of prompts for this month!!

Summary: The tale of someone who encountered a... different kind of ghost.

Tag(s): 18+, themes of stalking, Spectrophilia/Phasmophilia, dubious consent, non-explicit, mentions of sexual content, first person pov

Word Count: 922

Song Inspiration: Sex With A Ghost By Teddy Hyde

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Author Masterlist]

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] [Day 8] [Day 9] [Day 10] [Day 11] [Day 12] [Day 13] [Day 14] [Day 15] [Day 16] [Day 17] [Day 18] [Day 19] [Day 20] [Day 21] [Day 22] [Day 23] [Day 24] [Day 25] [Day 26] [Day 27] [Day 28] [Day 29] [Day 30] [Day 31]

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Anyone who’s ever lived in a haunted house before will be familiar with the usual signs. Creaking floors, footsteps down the hallway, doors opening and closing on their own, whispers in other rooms. I, myself, am familiar with all of those, but those aren’t the things I’m experiencing in my current home. I hear less whispers and more longing sighs. I see shadows creeping around the corner. Sometimes the flap of wings. The click of formal shoes. I’ve recently started finding feathers in random places throughout the house. Long, black feathers. Bigger than any bird in my neighborhood.

I can feel whenever I’m being watched. The time I seem to be watched most is when I’m sleeping. Or at least laying in my bed at night. I can even see the outline of a figure if I look into the darkness for long enough and I swear the figure has horns and wings. Do you think it sees me, too?

~*~

The ghost. It’s a man. I know what he looks like now. He’s gotten bolder, closer. Or maybe I’ve just started paying more attention?

The places I find feathers have gotten more consistent. More specific. They’re only in parts of the houses I often frequent, like the kitchen and my own bedroom. And just the other day… I was in the bathroom, had just finished a shower. It was such a cliche. I wiped off the mirror and immediately I saw him, behind me. But unlike the movies, he didn’t flicker away as soon as I saw him. Instead, he stayed. He met my eyes. It was like he wanted me to see him. And so, I did. Soft, black, feathery hair with just the tiniest piece of his bangs turned gray. Deep, mysterious red and black eyes. Four black-feathered wings that are a glorious sight to behold, almost how one would imagine angel wings. But then my eyes catch on the large, black horns curving upwards from the top of his head. That’s when I’m reminded that he is certainly no angel.

Even so, he took my breath away. And he knew it. A look of pride upon his face before I blink and he’s finally gone. It took me a moment to recover after that. But it was not because I was terrified. Nor was I upset that he was intruding upon my home. All I felt in that moment was an intense curiosity, along with excitement at the thought of finding out more.

~*~

I’m starting to think something’s wrong with me. I can’t truly be thinking like this about a ghost, can I? But I can’t help it. He’s doing it on purpose. Seducing me. There’s no other way to describe it. I see him all the time now. He’s stopped trying to hide from me. He watches me openly now, during all hours of the day. I’ve started speaking to him. He’s there to listen, so I might as well, right? And sometimes he’ll answer. With gestures or the softest of whispers. But what’s more important is what happens at night.

Once I’ve shut off all the lights and settled beneath my blankets, that’s when I’ll feel it. Fingers brushing over my skin. Sometimes gloved, sometimes bare. First, it was just soft affection. Holding my cheek or tracing my hand. Then, he’d trace down my neck and over my calves. And now, he’s trailing down my chest and up my thighs with touches that can no longer be considered simple affection. No, these touches are filled with intent. And I know something’s fucked in my head because in response, I’ve started wearing less and less clothes to bed. He’s taking it as an invitation to continue and we both know that’s exactly what it is. Even before it’s bedtime, I’m already anticipating the feel of his fingers and the pleasure his touch brings.

I think he’s waiting to take a step further because he enjoys seeing me touch myself. He gets this smirk on his face as his low chuckle fills my ear and it only adds to my overloaded senses, driving me over the edge. Sometimes during the day, I’m unable to help myself when I think too much about it. When that happens, I always make sure to be loud enough so that he’ll know exactly what I’m doing.

Even now, questioning my own mind, I can’t find a single ounce of hesitation towards any of it.

~*~

Lucifer. Lucifer. Lucifer. That is my lover’s name. He finally told me when he gave himself to me completely. I got to see him in all his glory, laid bare and without any clothing in the way. Just as he saw me the same way. And not only did he touch me without holding back, but I got to touch him as well. We were finally joined as one and that’s when I knew for certain - this is love. It must be. There’s no other emotion I could use to describe how I feel for him. And I know he loves me, too. He told me so. Told me that even when he was alive he never loved another the way he loves me.

We’ll be together forever, him and I. He’s in my bed every night and right beside me throughout the day. He takes me whenever he feels like it and I would never dream of rejecting him. All of me belongs to him now, mind, body, and soul, and I don’t want it any other way.

~*~

A/N: Please, let me know your thoughts!! Thank you for reading!!! 💜💜💜

[animalsalvationassociation]

Calling all Octo-Agents!

Yes! You! Please read till the end, and if you don't have the patience/energy for it rn, come back later! It'll be worth it I promise!

So the holidays are now pretty much over, (except for New Years ofc, but I digress.) meaning I've been looking for new ways to improve my Au. You see, it's come to my attention that I'm not as organized or as thorough as I thought I was.

I've created a lot of lore/characters for this Au, but not very many people really know what's going on anymore. Even I get lost, and it's been a little frustrating ngl. So, seeing as this blog is officially over a year old, I think it's time to "fix" my mistakes and take a new approach.

Ya'll might've noticed that I've been slowing down on content. I haven't been spending as much time on my art, meaning the quality (well I wouldn't say it's gotten worse) hasn't been as strong as some others I've created in the past.

(Don't get me wrong, I'm not making a resolution for the new year, that's dumb and we all know those never last.)

So here's what I'm promising instead since this clearly is the only thing I'm allowed to work on at the moment (not saying I don't have other projects, but if I want to actually publish this story at any point I'm going to have to spend as much time as I can on it, meaning I have to make some sacrifices - RIP my FNaf's & Undertale fanfics)

1. Full Character Redesigns

Taking all the core characters (The Octonauts / Octo-Agents / Y.N. & Fae / The A.S.A. / C.L.A.D.E. / etc.) and giving them a full reference sheet with details, headcanons, and an updated design.

Creating family/relationship tree for those characters (parents/siblings/love interests/etc.)

Family/Team “Photos”

Crossovers (I will still be doing multiple crossovers and soon they will get their very own redesigns!)

2. Updating the Master Post

3. Updating the “Pinned” Blog Post

For reference this will no longer be the current top post with all of the A.S.A. members, but a poster I will create for the fanfic to make the blog appear cleaner. (I won’t delete that post I’m just going to unpin it since the designs are old and not as useful as they used to be)

4. Asks will open January 1st, but I will not start answering any asks before February 1st!

That is so I can properly prepare and reevaluate the blog’s content so there is more information available to anyone who wants to ask questions for the Octonauts/Octo-Agents.

5. A.S.A.’s Rating & Genre (Fanfic)

This story will now be classified as Cryptozoological Fiction, with partial Horror / Science Fiction & will be drawing straight from Folklore & Mythology. (For “Sci-Fi” don’t think space/aliens, think Cryptids in a scientifically evolved world.)

The rating is now PG-14

(Poll Results)

6. Fanfiction

This is really for the fanfiction itself. I’m still trying to figure out how to go about this. As of this current moment I have 1, maybe 2 chapters written out, and soon I hope to have more. However I am my own editor/beta reader, so it might not be as polished as I’d like to be, but I’m just going to have to accept that.

Unless I can find a bunch of people who can do that stuff for me, for fun, that’s the state this story will be in. You’ll have to have patient with me, I’m using all the tools I have at my disposal (Grammarly, Google Docs, LibreOffice, etc.) but I am a human with heavy ADHD and reading/comprehension disabilities, so please be kind.

7. Weekly Posts

I will still be posting weekly, just not on Tuesdays. I realize it’s only been stressing me out to post on that day every week and so I’ve been abusing my attempts at a proper sleep schedule because of it. I still work a very busy retail job and will have to get a secondary job sometime soon, so unfortunately you’ll just have to add me to your notifications if you want to know when I’ve posted.

8. The Future . . .

This one is for anyone who’s gotten this far. I want you to know that the Octonauts still mean so much to me. Even if we aren’t getting updates anymore, the community is still somewhat alive even if it's only a few of us. Maybe one day we’ll get our kickstart, but for now I will continue making content until I’m satisfied with the story and it’s ending. If I stray every now and then, that’s just because I have the attention span of a goldfish with a million hobbies and fandoms that constantly need attention. I love you guys and I promise to do my very best to make my mark on the internet, even if it’s for a silly kids show about talking/walking/nerdy animals who save fish every day.

9. January's Posting Plan

Week 1: Finishing the Octonaut's Headcanons

Week 2: My Christmas gift to the Community

Week 3: Silly Y/N & Fae Content (No it doesn't make sense, deal with it)

Week 4: Screencap Redraw

Week 5: Starting Redesigns

If you made it this far . . . here's a cookie and the secret formula.

🍪🍾

[miiashiifts]

Hii I'm very new at shifting and I feel distant from my dr, so I wanted to hear some advice from you ;v;

Do you use any methods? how you feel when you shift? How was your first time shifting?

Thank you, have a good day! ^^

hi hi welcome to the shifting community !!! i remember feeling just like this when i was a new shifter, so i’ll try my best to give you the best advice that i’ve personally heard from my (almost) 4 years of being in the shifting community ! 💘

firstly, i did want to address the fact that i personally haven’t shifted yet - but the way i do things is a little different to most shifters. what works best for me is that i only “attempt” to shift when i am 100% motivated and determined to get to my dr, which understandably isn’t very often as i get caught up in affairs in this reality and i prioritise my cr over my dr too much. i find myself only putting on subliminals and repeating affirmations once every few months or so (as opposed to once a week / every few nights like a lot of shifters on here). this is my first piece of advice - don’t push yourself to do your methods & shift when you don’t feel 100% up to it, although it may seem like every attempt counts when you first start getting into shifting, it’s better to save your energy for when you are sure you’re going to shift. think of it as one big energy-fuelled attempt rather than many sleepy unmotivated attempts !!

next i want to answer your question of “do you use any methods?”, personally i don’t tend to use methods as i feel like they distract me from the actual task of shifting itself ! when i first started shifting, i thought that methods were shifting. it took me atleast 2 years to realise that methods are only there to aid the shift & to keep your mind occupied whilst your awareness shifts, i used to think that it was the method that made you shift but you don’t need anything to shift besides intention & a positive state of mind! on the other hand, if you’d like to use methods that is totally okay and definitely very helpful if you are new to shifting as a whole. the concept of shifting can be very daunting when you first start getting into it, so using a method can sort of help calm yourself down during an attempt. i did find it useful at first - eventually i realised that methods just werent for me, that’s something each shifter has to discover on their own, try out a bunch of different things when it comes to shifting, see what works best for you and what motivates you the most!!!

next, you didn’t mention this in the ask but i want to talk about the actual act of shifting your awareness just incase it’s something you (or anyone else reading this) aren’t clear of yet. this is what i have found from my research over the years on what it actually feels like to successfully shift as i said before, i haven’t experienced this myself (partly because i’m too lazy to get up and shift…) but this is what i know from my friends on tiktok and recollections from people who have shifted multiple times - when you shift, it’s just another day for you in your dr. you wake up as you would in your cr and nothing is different, besides from the fact that you’re literally in your dr?!? everything feels like how it feels here, you can feel the texture of the blankets on you, you can hear the wind gushing outside your window and it all feels real, because it IS real. everything will feel as real as how you feel reading this currently. it’s so hard to realise that as a new shifter, it seems so hard to believe but i promise you, i wouldn’t have spent 4 years doing all of this for nothing i can tell you that!!!

i hope this helped a little bit, it’s 4am as i’m typing this so please excuse any typos or mistakes but thank you for asking!!! talking about shifting is my passion and i looooveee helping new shifters out 🥹

[hunieday]

Yuki - Daily Life Rabbit chat part 2 - Red Light Green Light

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work. I might arrive a little late for today’s drama shoot due to another engagement…!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I look forward to greeting you as soon as I arrive, thank you very much.

Yuki: Thank you for going out of your way

Yuki: Please accept the pen case from Okarin

Takanashi Tsumugi: Understood. I apologize for the inconvenience...!

Yuki: Be careful on your way here

Yuki: We're currently shooting a scene with Yamato-kun and Minami-kun.

Takanashi Tsumugi: The scene where the two rookie detectives chase after the escaping criminal, right...!

Yuki: That’s right. They’re rivals, they don’t get along, so they pin the blame on each other and say “it’s your fault he ran away” as they chase after him.

Yuki: It's a comical but tense scene, so it's quite challenging.

Yuki: It’s supposed to be the gripping opening scene for the drama, so the director’s being particular about it and they had to reshoot many times.

CHOICE:

1) How is Yamato-san doing?

Yuki: The scene involves a lot of running so it’s tough, but he's doing his best. He actively listens to what the director has to say to understand his intentions.

2) How is Natsume-san doing?

Yuki: His delicate facial expressions are excellent. Looks like the experience he’s built up since he was a child actor is seeping into his acting. 

3) What did you two chat about?

Yuki: We talked about grabbing dinner after the shoot. Apparently there’s a delicious shop nearby that sells tomato ramen.

Yuki: It’s cool outside, but the sun is blazing, so it must be difficult to run.

Yuki: They were playing in the park earlier, aren’t they tough?

Takanashi Tsumugi: They were playing during your break?

Yuki: That's right.

Yuki: They were playing "Red light Green light" with the child actors.

Takanashi Tsumugi: How nostalgic...! I used to play it a lot when I was little!

Yuki: It had been a long time for me as well

Yuki: I was sweating bullets when they asked me to play tag at first

Takanashi Tsumugi: You managed to avoid it! LOL

Yuki: Yup. Minami-kun must have sensed it and suggested playing "Red light Green light"

Yuki: I started to see a halo shining around him

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Yuki: Just standing in the shade of a tree was good enough for me. He saved my butt

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yuki-san, were you "it" by any chance?

Yuki: You figured it out fast

Takanashi Tsumugi: You don’t have to move much when you’re “it”, so I thought it might be the case...!

Yuki: As expected of Maneko-chan ^^

Yuki: Yamato-kun likes to save his energy and stands still every time, so I kept it entertaining by changing the speed and specifying poses on purpose.

Takanashi Tsumugi: What kind of poses did you instruct?

Yuki: A banana pose for example, while raising both hands diagonally

Yuki: It was a great hit with the kids ^^

Yuki: Yamato-kun is pretty good at handling children. He approached those who were left out and generally was a good big bro

Takanashi Tsumugi: He often plays with little kids on other sets as well.

Takanashi Tsumugi: One time a child who co-starred with him cried at the end of a shoot because they wanted to play with him more...

Takanashi Tsumugi: He tried to reassure them by inviting them to play again... but Yamato-san seemed lonely as well…><

Yuki: Then he might feel lonely today too. They were attached to him and even held hands while playing

Takanashi Tsumugi: That might be the case...

Yuki: If that happens, I'll play with him

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yuki-san, you would...!?

Yuki: I'll practice calling him big bro Yamato while I’m at it

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Yuki: I'm looking forward to his reaction

[transit-fag]

Final update on the whole story I'm working on for a bit, I am just going to drop in a read more. I hope you guys enjoy reading it

Today is the 3rd Sunday of the Month, this means that the city of Saltpeter’s oddities, mistakes, and rarities have come together for Brunch, the national pastime of this peculiar crowd, among them are 2 librarians, a museum curator, a traveling beekeeper, a pen crafter, and about 20 other peculiar fellows. Take great note on the pair of drab brown haired people sitting at the very back of the train station restaurant. These boring sorts go by the names of Danny Jones and Danielle Jones and hold absolutely no relation to each other.

The thing about Danny Jones and Danielle Jones that is so interesting is not the fact that they share a birthday or last names despite being unrelated in any way other than a lesbian aunt 7 generations back, is the fact that these are the 2 most dull and boring individuals you will ever meet. Both have the personality of sliced bread and they aren’t much better in fashion either. There is nothing special about either Jones, they both live completely ordinary lives as shopkeepers on opposite ends of town. The most eventful thing either will do in a month is a Sunday Brunch. And yet both have managed to obtain a loving relationship with incredibly interesting people. And more interesting still is the fact that both are going to wind up dead at the end of the month.

Now to understand why this will happen, you must understand Saltpeter, importantly there are 4 cultural institutions in the city of Saltpeter, Firstly is the Library, it is one of the 3 which is actually known to the people of Saltpeter, and houses exactly 17,943 books and 67 are currently checked out. Next is the Museum of Maria Fernando, a town crazy lady who runs a museum on the way things used to be, this is the institution people like to forget, despite mattering quite a lot to the city, it has received exactly 17 visitors this month and stays afloat via Maria’s wife’s second cousin’s generous yearly donations in exchange for copies of old novels. The 3rd cultural institution is the rail station, it is on the route of the oldest train in the nation, the California Zephyr and is run by the best chef in the city, Leaf Ann Smith, capable of both killing a man and cooking in Omelette in under 20 minutes. Finally there's the Pen shop, they sell pens, specifically fountain pens, each are hand made by a Saltpeter craftsman, it made the list because we were paid 72$ to add it. If someone wants to stretch the definition of an institution, they could get it up to about 20 institutions and a playhouse worth of cultural amenities, but they would also have to include the brunch of the misfits of Saltpeter, which really shouldn’t be added on principle since it happens in Leaf Ann Smith’s train station anyways.

Now back to the Brunch, something very important is about to happen, There will be a rather large toast to the group. This is on account of it being the 3rd anniversary of the start of the groups monthly meetings. Somehow that is a point of pride among the members due to how it is the longest any Brunch group in Saltpeter has lasted after the Infamous Brunch fights 20 years ago. The Brunch fights were a rather dreary matter for such a pleasant pastime. 27 dead and 63 injured over a week. All because of bad French Toast at an upscale restaurant near downtown Saltpeter. And when I say bad, I mean bad, it was soggy, barely toasted, and didn't have any fruits except the one eating it. It's not even like Saltpeter doesn't have any strawberries, it was built on the largest strawberry farm west of the Mississippi. How do you fuck up French Toast that badly? How?

Oh right, the Toast to the Brunch crew, A tall woman in a Green Dress, a leather Jacket and Gold Hoop earings stands up, her hair is cut in a pixie cut. She grabs a Mimosa off the table and begins to talk. Hurricane Jane Rivers as they call her is many things, a lesbian, crazy, a storm chaser, dangerous, a purveyor of Pancakes, a painter and an aerial ace, but one thing she is not is consise. It would take 7 paragraphs to summarize her speech to that disparate group of oddities. In short though, she was thanking them for the best 3 years of her life. Little did she know, only half of them would see next month.

As her glass hits the glass of another member of the Brunch, a whisper rings through the air.

A tick of a second

And Bang, the train comes to a screeching halt outside the station, passengers get off as Leaf Ann Smith scrambles to hide her current mess of a Diner from the view of the wealthy tourists from downtown the tracks. The train is early for once. Precisely 17 minutes and 6 seconds early, something that should not have been possible given the fact that the train tracks were under repairs between Omaha and Saltpeter. And the train had a 2 minute delay when it arrived at the last station. This is all irrelevant if not to show how off guard it caught Leaf Ann Smith who usually manages to keep incredibly on top of the schedules of the train so she can run the station and Diner at once. Leaf Ann Smith is a busy Woman between the Diner, the Station and her time moonlighting as the union negotiator for between the carpenters guild and Sylvia Ink the sole crafter of fountain pens in Saltpeter and a person notoriously bad at paying their union dues.

[arty-chase]

Who Made Me a Villain (6)

[Masterlist] [Ao3]

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)(Part 5) This is a Halloween special as a treat. ------

Clark Kent, a mild mannered reporter, was drinking his coffee. Just like any other average Joe while editing Lois Lane’s latest scoop so there were no spelling mistakes and grammar errors.

Then, his super hearing picked up Lois’s heartbeat speedup. There was an ear-piercing scream that had him jumping out of his seat.

“Woah, Kent, what’s wrong?” A concerned colleague asked.

“Indigestion. Bathroom. Real quick.” Clark threw out the first excuse that came to mind before speeding down to the nearest bathroom. Being careful to keep it to human speed.

He had just finished changing into Superman when his phone rang, the caller ID showing Lois’s name.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Superman demanded.

“Name’s Rebel. And don’t worry your darling, I need her alive to do something I want.”

The voice sounded young and female. Superman went through his mental list of supervillains, trying to figure out who took Lois.

“Rebel…” Superman repeated, trying to put a face to the name. Then, he remembered Batman grumbling about Robin sending a picture of him covered in neon green paint and feathers to the Young Justice unofficial group chat who all were happy to show their mentors. It took everything for Superman not to burst out laughing when Kon had shown him the picture. The one responsible for Batman’s misfortune had been no other than Rebel.

“Aren’t you supposed to be Gotham, Rebel?” Superman asked as he flew towards where he knew Lois was.

“Ah. So the great Captain America has heard of me.”

Superman stopped in mid-air, purely due to confusion because Rebel sounded so confident that it was his name.

“Excuse me what?”

The French accent didn’t really help but make Clark think of those terrible Hollywood bad guys.

“You are excused. As I was saying, Captain, your beloved love is fine. I just need her to do this one little thing for me. Then, she’ll be free to go.”

“What do you want from me?” Superman asked again.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Captain America, the world does not revolve around you. You aren’t the high and mighty god everyone thinks you are. I just need Mrs. Lane’s help in releasing a certain truth.”

“You will let her go right now!” Superman said.

He was narrowing on his wife’s location.

“I just told you that I will do that after I am done.” Rebel replied.

Superman arrived at the location but,

“This can’t be right.”

Rebel giggled over the phone. “Plot twist! Gotta love them.”

Superman was currently floating above Stryker's Island Penitentiary where the worst offenders of Metropolis were kept.

He scanned the buildings but couldn’t locate Lois.

“What did you do to her?”

“Chill, Captain. She’s fine. I just did something so you went after a fake heartbeat while I hid Lois.”

The fact that she tricked him using a complicated method that sounded like something Bruce would come up with had Superman raising his guard up. She was not an opponent to be underestimated.

“I am not going to repeat myself. What did you do to her?”

“Urgh. Can’t you overlook this little thing just this once?” Rebel complained, not concerned about the fact that she was provoking a man who could bend metal like it was rubber. “I am just stealing her for a few hours and then you can have her back. I even swear that she will be in the condition you last saw her in.”

“No. Give Lois back. Now.”

Rebel huffed. “You aren’t going to make this easy, huh? Then… beep.”

Superman was confused for a second when she made that sound with her voice.

Then, an explosion rocked the island below Superman. Instantly, the place was swarming with freed prisoners and guards trying to put them back.

“That should keep you busy. After all, the people of Metropolis need to be kept safe from the vicious criminals. Lois and I would probably be done with our girls’ day out by the time you are done. Au revoir.”

The phone hung up.

Trapped between the decision to save his wife and his city, Superman went to save the day.

—

“Man, your husband was a pain to deal with.” Rebel said after she hung up on Superman.

She turned back to Lois who was sitting unbound on a sofa with her recorder, notepad and pencil out. In front of her was a delicious spread of cakes, pastries and cookies with a mouth-watering scent which Lois tried her best to ignore.

“You kidnapped me and blew up a prison. I don’t think he would be happy to see you.” Lois pointed out. “This isn’t about him.” Rebel dismissed. “This is about you, helping me expose one of the biggest cover ups in history.”

“What makes you think I would help you?”

“What if I told you that four years ago. There was a supervillain in Paris that used negative emotions to turn people into monsters and the mayor had made sure news of it never got out.”

Lois snorted. “I don’t write fantasy, kid. I only write the truth.”

Rebel slapped down a bunch of newspapers dated from four years ago to the most recent one and a lot of documents.

“Here’s evidence. I promise that they aren’t faked. You can even use your phone to search all of this up if you still don’t believe me.”

Lois grabbed the one that was oldest and the front page talked about some stone golems wrecking the city. She read through it. Then, she looked at another paper dated a week later and read the front page talking about evil butterflies.

Fifteen minutes later and some google searches, Lois put down her phone and the newspapers.

She gave Rebel a professional smile. “Now… about that scoop you were going to give me.”

She watched Rebel’s eyes lit up.

—

Hours later…

Superman landed on the roof of the Daily Planet where Lois stood safe and sound. He scanned her with his x-ray vision and felt relieved to see that she was fine.

“Lois, are you okay?” Clark asked with worry as he hugged her.

“I’m fine. Honestly, it was the best kidnapping I've ever been in.” Lois replied, hugging back.

“Thanks for the compliment, Ms. Lane.” The unwanted spectator to their reunion said.

Rebel cheerfully waved from where she was on her bike as Superman glared at her.

“I am going to-”

“That’s my cue to leave.” Rebel cut off his threat as she took out a lead box. “Really lucky I stole this off the Big Bat the other day.”

Superman immediately backed away when the box was opened, revealing a glowing green rock.

“Bye, Captain America.”

Rebel tossed it onto the ground and sped off on her bike.

It took a moment for Superman to remember that they were on a roof and that Rebel was insane.

He watched Rebel drop down as gravity took hold. Superman immediately flew after her, only to find that she had disappeared in between the seconds his eyes were off her.

His brain finally caught up and Superman realised that he wasn’t feeling any effect of Kryptonite.

He turned around to see that the box was still open. Cautiously, Lois picked it up and closed it.

“You okay, Clark?” She asked.

“Can you give me the box, Lois?”

She nodded with confusion and slowly handed it over.

Clark slowly opened the lead box and laughed in disbelief. Inside was just some clear plastic crystals with a glowing green light underneath.

—

“Batman.”

“Superman.” Batman nodded in acknowledgement. “Why are you here?”

“I need you to run some tests on Lois’s blood. She had a run in with one of your Rogues. She said that she feels fine. But I want to be sure.” Superman answered. He handed Batman the vial of blood. He accepted it and put it in his pocket.

“I will do that as soon as I get back to the Cave. Who was it that she encountered?”

“Rebel.”

Batman stiffened at the mention of her name. “I see. What did she do to Lois?”

“Gave an interview I suppose. Lois was immediately on research binge about something that happened in France afterwards. She also had a few of the food Rebel laid out because she was hungry and I quote ‘they were the most delicious pastries ever’. She insisted that she was fine but I wanted to be sure.”

Batman’s frown deepened at that answer.

“Is something wrong?” Superman asked anxiously. This was the mother of his child and the love of his life that was in danger here.

“Lois is most probably fine but I will still run the test to ease your mind. I know Rebel won’t do something to the food unless it was for a prank. Even then, it’s nothing toxic or lethal.” Batman answered.

The answer didn’t reassure Superman.

“She blew up Stryker's Island, Batman.”

He couldn’t understand why Batman seemed so unbothered that such a dangerous villain was running around freely and causing chaos wherever she went.

“She regularly does it to Arkham.”

“Bruce. She lured me into a trap with a fake heartbeat of Lois. She fooled me into thinking she had kryptonite. She rode off the roof of the Daily Planet on her bike and disappeared into thin air. And Rao knows why she keeps calling me Captain America!” Superman ranted.

He took a deep breath to calm down before asking his question. “Rebel is clearly dangerous so why aren’t you taking her as a serious threat?”

Batman stared at him. Clark knew that this was his decision making face.

“You said that Lois was looking into something that happened in France.”

Superman nodded. “Yeah. Is Rebel related to it?”

Batman sighed. It was filled with regret and shame.

Superman knew that this was not good news.

“I was going to bring this up at the next League meeting but Rebel appeared to be getting impatient.” Batman started.

“What happened in France?”

“We, as the League, had made a huge oversight. There was a major problem in Paris for many years. A villain who could turn people into monsters had the city hostage. Rebel intends on making sure that we rectify our mistake.” Batman started.

He told Superman everything. About how Rebel brought the issue to his attention. What her plans were. Her past.

“Bruce, are you sure? She could be lying.” Superman said.

“I did my research. It’s all true. There is too much evidence to be faked. Some parts are still being investigated but it is largely the truth.”

Superman looked solemn. He couldn’t understand how something like this never fell on his radar. Batman had to rely on reports and technology to get his information. He was just a man after all. It would be easy for something like this to slip past his radar, especially how tightly controlled the information was.

Clark had super-hearing and this news about Paris had completely blindsided him.

“How could we have missed something so big for so long?” He muttered.

“Too many factors prevented news about it from reaching us. The past is done. What we can do is prepare so nothing like won’t ever happen again.” Batman said firmly.

Superman agreed. They had to do better.

“First, we have to catch a moth.”

It wasn’t the threat of Rebel unleashing her plans on the world that had him motivated to capture Hawkmoth. It was the determination to atone for his ignorance while a city suffered hell on a daily basis.

—

October 30th, Halloween Eve…

Spoiler looked through the binoculars to spy on the group of men moving a crate gently into a warehouse. Plastered in stickers that said ‘Fragile’, the crate was an object of interest for the vigilantes. 

“I got eyes on the target, O.” Spoiler reported. “They are moving it into warehouse number 32. East side of the Gotham Docks.”

“Hear that, Robin?” Oracle asked.

“Got it.” Robin replied as he ran towards the location.

“Oh. I see you, Robin.” Spoiler said.

“Eyes on the target, Spoiler.” Oracle admonished her.

“Sorry, O.”

“Hey. Can you tell me what you Bats are doing here?” A mechanical voice came from Spoiler’s left. 

It was lucky that Spoiler didn’t immediately scream and instead tried to punch the new arrival. He caught her attack easily with his one hand.

“Red Hood.” Spoiler greeted once she recognised who it was.

“I am asking again. What are you Bats doing here?”

“Spoiler, you okay?” Robin’s worried voice came over the comms.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just Red Hood.” Spoiler replied.

Looking back at Red Hood, she said, “I will tell you if you tell me what you are doing here.”

“I think we are both after the same thing.” Red Hood said, tilting his head in the direction of the warehouse.

“Black Mask’s mysterious package.” Spoiler nodded.

“It’s actually Rebel’s.” Red Hood explained. “Black Mask’s men intercepted the delivery and she asked for my help to get it back.”

“Do you know what’s inside?”

“She said it was supposed to be a fun Halloween surprise.”

“So it’s harmless.”

Red Hood shrugged. “All I know is that I should not be within a mile of it when the clock strikes midnight tonight.”

“We have five hours then.” Oracle’s voice came through Spoiler’s comms and inside Red Hood’s helmet.

“Jesus, don’t just hack into people’s helmets.” Jason complained.

“Well, we don’t have extra comms on hand.” she retorted.

“Hood, did Rebel tell you anything else about the package?” Robin asked.

“Just that it’s set to be unleashed the minute it is Halloween. Oh and don’t open it. I think it’s some kind of special bomb.”

“You didn’t ask?” “It’s Rebel. What harm can she do? It’s probably some kind of high quality glitter bomb.” Red Hood replied casually.

“You have no idea how destructive she has gotten lately.” Oracle said. “Last month, she blew up Stryker's Island. That was after she had kidnapped Lois.”

“Is she trying to go after Superman?”

“She wanted Lois to spread her ‘take down Hawkmoth’ agenda.”

“Hawkmoth? Never heard of him. Who the hell is that?” Red Hood asked.

“Rebel’s personal vendetta.” Spoiler answered.

“Sorry to cut this short, guys but Black Mask is coming.” Robin said. “We can fill you in on what happened later”

“Truce?” Red Hood offered. “I still owe Roman a beating.”

“No killing, Hood.” Oracle set as her condition.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Red Hood loaded his guns and jumped into the fray with Spoiler in her purple glory following.

—

“Crap.”

Robin spotted Black Mask running into the warehouse. He slammed the goon he was fighting against the ground as hard as he could. 

“Somebody go and stop Black Mask! He’s going into the warehouse.” Robin said to everyone before he picked up his dropped staff and went back to fighting.

They were outnumbered and a few of the goons were trained from what Robin could tell.

“Oracle, what’s the ETA on back up?”

“Hang in there, Robin. Batman and Batgirl’s ETA is under one minute.”

“Good. Let’s hope that someone can stop Black Mask before we find out what Rebel’s Pandora box holds.”

—

Red Hood ran towards the warehouse as soon as he heard the report from Robin.

He had a score to settle with the other crime lord.

“Sionis, where are you?” Red Hood bellowed into the warehouse.

His helmet picked up the sound of someone running and Red Hood sprinted in the direction of the sound.

It became a chase and a gunfight with the two crime lords exchanging gunfire and one trying to lose the other in the maze that was the warehouse. Black Mask used every trick he had to throw Red Hood off his track.

However, it was fruitless as Red Hood continued to chase him like a bloodhound.

As desperation seized him, Black Mask picked up a crowbar that was lying around and ran towards the box he had stolen from that upstart Rebel.

Rumour has it that it is a weapon she had made for the Bats. Intended to drive them mad.

Red Hood rounded around the corner, just in time to see Black Mask pry the box open.

“NO!”

The lid was off. 

—

Last Month in Metropolis. A day before Lois’s kidnapping…

A young woman sauntered through the hallways of Stryker's Island Penitentiary. Then, she stopped in front of the cell she was looking for.

“Hello, Toyman.”

“Rebel.” Toyman greeted back. “What a pleasure to see you again.”

“I would like to contract you to make a few things for me.” Rebel went straight to the point.

Toyman gave her an interested look. “What would be in it for me?”

“Would getting you out of this place give me a discount?” Rebel asked.

Toyman smiled. “I suppose that might be possible. I’m a generous man after all. But that still doesn’t answer what you want me to make.”

Rebel chuckled. “It’s September. It’s practically nearly Halloween. And I really really want to make it a memorable one. Especially for the heroes in my city. I would like to commission a few toys. Here’s a list.”

She handed it to him.

Toyman hummed as he read it over. This could be a good deal. He would get his freedom and just make a few dolls with a bit of profit.

“How many would you like to make?”

“As much as you can before the deadline which is a few days before Halloween. Say the twenty-eight? Would that be possible? I would pay a set price for each one you can finish.” Rebel said.

“Can you back it up? I am not saying that you are not trustworthy but...” Toyman didn’t manage to finish before Rebel took out a wad of cash, all in hundred dollar bills.

She took half of it and handed it to Toyman through the bars.

“This is for the materials. Once I get you out of here, we are going to make a legal contract to discuss the finer details.”

“It is going to be an honour to work with you.” Toyman said.

Rebel grinned under her mask. “It’s nice doing business with you, Toyman.”

“So when do I get started?”

“Tomorrow afternoon-ish. That’s when something would happen and you escape in the chaos.” 

“How would I know it happened?”

“You will know. And try not to get caught by the guy who wears the ‘S’. A second breakout might not be easy to plan.”

After she left, Toyman felt giddy at the taste of freedom and to make so many new toys.

—

“WHAT?!”

Black Mask reached into the box and took its content out.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” Black Mask said in angry disbelief as he held a doll in his hands.

Red Hood took that opportunity to tackle the man and handcuff him.

In his curiosity, Red Hood glanced into the box and saw that the box just contained dolls.

There was your typical Raggedy Ann, clowns, ventriloquist dummies, string puppets, those collector’s dolls with the pretty frilled dresses, a few Barbie dolls and some plushies that resembled some of the Bat vigilantes.

“Hood. Come in, Hood.” Batman’s voice came from his comms.

“Cool your jets, Batman. I got Black Mask. He managed to open the box but it’s just dolls inside. Rebel probably tried to scare us into not opening the box because they’re for a prank and it would ruin the surprise.”

“Good to hear.” Batman said with a hint of relief.

—

Tim curiously picked up the Robin plushie and inspected it.

The Bats had taken the box of dolls with them to the Batcave to later give back to Rebel.

“The quality is so good. The details are amazing and so accurate. Wonder who made it.” Tim wondered curiously before he discovered initials stitched in the inner lining of the cape of the toy.

“W.S.J” Tim read out as he traced the letters. There was a niggling thought at the back of his head that he should look into who the mysterious toymaker was.

Meanwhile, Steph was tentatively holding the Raggedy Ann doll and telling Jason about the true story behind the Annabelle movies.

“Did you know that the real Annabelle doesn’t actually look like the doll in the movies?” Steph said as she held up the Raggedy Ann to Jason, “It was actually a Raggedy Ann doll that looked just like this one.”

Jason frowned as he gave the doll a slightly wary look. “It doesn’t look creepy at all.”

“That’s what makes it so unsettling. Something innocent hiding its sinister nature.” Steph explained.

Damain frowned as he picked up one of the collector’s dolls. “I don’t see what is creepy about some toys.”

“It’s the terror of something that should be lifeless moving around. Something that should be harmless becomes something dangerous.” Jason mused.

“But why dolls? I don’t think a piece of porcelain dressed in lace could scare anyone. I would be sc…alarmed if Father’s dinosaur came to life but not these.” Damian said as he held up one of the dolls.

“You should try watching some horror movies.” Jason told Damian.

Cass picked up a ballerina string puppet she had found and showed it to Bruce with a questioning look.

“It’s a string puppet. Have you seen Pinocchio yet?”

“No.” Cass replied as she shook her head.

“Remind me at our next movie night. So the strings make the puppet move. Here look.” Bruce took the puppet from Cass and expertly manipulated the strings so the ballerina waved and walked a bit before breaking out a few ballet moves. Cass clapped with wonder at the end of his performance.

“Teach me?” Cass asked.

“Sure.” Bruce promised.

Next, Cass took out the ventriloquist dummy and inspected it.

“Scarface?” She asked.

“Yes. It’s a ventriloquist dummy just like Scarface. How it works is that the ventriloquist holds the dummy and throws his voice so it looks like it is the dummy that’s talking instead of the ventriloquist.”

“Show me.”

Bruce obliged as he slipped his hand into the dummy and the dummy started to move its mouth.

“Hello, Cass, nice to meet you.” said the Dummy as it held out its hand.

Cass shook its hand. “Hello.”

She asked Bruce, “Can I try?”

“Of course.” Bruce said as he gave her back the dummy.

Cass breathed in and out a few times and then raised the dummy up.

“Hello. Nice to meet you.” Cass’s voice came from the dummy this time.

Bruce smiled as he ruffled her hair. “You’re good at this.”

“Thank you.” said the Dummy.

“If you are all done playing, it’s time you all went to bed.” Alfred said as he brought in his famous after patrol snacks; cucumber sandwiches. “After a shower.”

Jason put the Raggedy Ann doll back into the box.

“Well, it’s late and I need to get back home.” Jason said as he walked towards his bike.

“You can stay the night, Master Jason.” Alfred said. “I have taken the liberty of cleaning your room.”

“Thank you, Alfred but…” Jason trailed off, not knowing how to convey that he didn’t want to stay in the Manor despite his truce tonight with Bruce but also not wanting to offend the butler/grandfather-figure.

“I understand, Master Jason. Perhaps another time.” Alfred said in his wise way.

“Thank you, Alfred.” This time, there was a look of gratitude in Jason’s eyes.

—-

The morning after was a busy and bustling day but there was something not right in the Wayne Manor.

Tim woke up from having fallen asleep while working on trying to find the maker of the dolls. His laptop had turned itself off sometime during the night. He stretched and yawned.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spied the Robin plushie sitting on his bed.

“That’s strange. I could have sworn that I left you in the box last night.” Tim said, scratching his head. He picked the plushie up and examined it again in the morning light.

It was more accurate than Tim had initially found. In fact, it was like it was an exact likeness of him. Which was a very scary thought. He wondered how Toyman knew that he had a mole on his arm near his elbow and the birthmark on the side of his hips. Tim theorised that Rebel must be a very good stalker.

He put the plushie back on bed and headed down for breakfast. Tim didn’t see the plushie morphed its uniform into the outfit that Tim was wearing.

—-

Tim walked down to the kitchen and sat down.

He thanked Alfred who set down a delicious plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Morning, Steph.” Tim said to the blonde who was dressed in a purple cowgirl outfit and a white Stetson hat.

“Morning, Tim.”

“Who are you supposed to be anyways?” He asked.

“Barbie but with the Stephanie twist.” She replied.

“Ah. Gotcha.” Tim said after he finished his mouthful of pancake. “You look so realistic by the way.”

Bruce entered the kitchen and sat down with a groan, his hand massaging his neck.

“You okay, B?” “Just feeling a bit stiff. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Bruce replied with a grimace.

Slowly, the other occupants of the house trickled in and the kitchen was filled with the Waynes and Steph dug into their breakfast.

Dick came all the way from Bludhaven to help out on what is annually one of the worst nights of the year in Gotham. At least one Rouge would have plans for Halloween.

To break this peaceful moment would be one Jason Tood who angrily stomped into the kitchen, clutching a Raggedy Ann doll.

“Didn’t we agree on leaving me alone? That includes not finding out where my safehouses are.” Jason said.

He held up the doll and asked, “Which one of you left this at my place this morning as a prank?”

Several confused faces stared back at him.

“Was it you?” Jason pointed at Steph and demanded.

She put her hands up in surrender. “It wasn’t me. I was busy studying for the test I have today. Ask Bruce. He can tell you that he helped me with flashcards.”

“Then, was it you, Tim?”

Tim blinked at Jason. His mind took a few seconds to answer because Tim was not a morning person.

He shook his head.

“No. I was looking into who made these dolls.” Tim answered.

“Why?”

“The dolls all have the initial W.S.J. and they were all incredibly detailed. I also wanted to know why Rebel would need them. The maker turned out to be no one other than…” Tim dramatically paused: “Toyman.”

“Suddenly, I feel like we should have burned that box when we could.” Steph said to break the silence.

They should have.

—

“So how bad is it?” Dick asked Zatanna, anxious about what curse had befallen his family.

They had gone down to the Batcave to get rid of the box. Only to find it empty. It led to hours of searching for them. Except Tim never came back from his room to retrieve the Robin plushie.

Dick went to check on Tim only to find that he had turned into the plushie.

Imagine finding your brother missing and suddenly the mini plushie replica of your brother started moving and talking. It immediately went onto the top ten weirdest and scariest list of things Dick had experienced.

Then, the next to go was Steph who slowly became plastic. Her face was stuck in a smile while her skin hardened into shiny plastic. She was in class when it happened and they had to go pick her up.

Cass found the dummy but it got attached to her hand and started to speak on its own in Cass’s voice. Cass herself was unable to utter a word.

The stiffness that Bruce had complained about was the fact that he was slowly turning into wood and almost invisible strings controlling his every move.

The final terror was the Raggedy Ann doll that suddenly gained life and proceeded to hunt Jason down for sport. No matter how far Jason managed to get away from the doll and Dick’s best efforts to keep the doll contained, it still managed to escape to go after Jason.

Somehow, Dick, Alfred and Damian were the only ones unaffected by the ‘curse’. They managed to figure out why when Babara told them that Black Mask and his men were attacked by the missing dolls and some of them were experiencing the same things as the Bats and about Jason’s warning from Rebel before everything went down.

Desperate, Dick asked Superman to track down Toyman and asked him how to reverse the effect only to find out that he only made the dolls. The curse was someone else's doing. 

Which was why they had called Zatanna to see if she could reverse it.

“Well, there’s the good news and the bad news.” she announced. “Good news is that it is reversible and the curse only lasts for a day. I recommend to just wait it out because the reversing would take longer than the deadline. The curse is too complicated to simply undo.”

“So that’s the bad news?” “No. The bad news is that I recognised a bit of the spellwork. It is a bit similar to how my father would do it so chances are that whoever did this is a student of my father. The thing is I know most of my father’s students and what is bad is that I don’t recognise the magical signature of who put this curse on the dolls.”

Puppet Bruce jerked his head at the information that Zatanna had given them. Dick noticed.

“B?”

“Paris.” Bruce managed to get past with his wooden lips.

“Paris? Are you talking about the Miraculous?”

“Hero.”

“Wait, you think one of the Miraculous heroes is involved in this?”

Zatanna gasped. “I remember Batman telling me that Ladybug was a student of my father. I looked into his old journals and he mentioned a student named Marinette during his stay in Paris.”

“Marinette. Marinette. Why does it sound so familiar?” Dick tried to recall where he had heard that name before.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Damian answered for him. “It’s Rebel’s legal name.”

Just like that, pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

“Rebel used to be Ladybug.”

The revelation felt bitter on Dick’s tongue. He had seen the videos of Ladybug in action. He would say that she was inexperienced but she was compassionate and willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. He thought that it was nice of her to forgive her enemy instead of causing pain on the man who had caused her so much grief.

He couldn’t believe he saw the similarities between the two girls sooner.

Rebel was cunning and sharp enough to always stay a step ahead of them. Her planning and paranoia on par with the Batman himself. Useful skills to have as a hero.

Then again, Rebel couldn’t be more different from Ladybug. She was more cynical and petty. Rebel caused chaos wherever she goes instead of cleaning up the mess. She saw everything as a game and never took anything seriously. 

Dick wondered what it was that pushed Rebel over the edge. The line drawn between heroism and villainy. Then he remembered how Rebel was sent to Gotham in the first place.

“Damn. Rebel has really good valid reason to fuck that Hawkmoth guy up.” Jason said. “In fact, I am surprised she hasn’t razed Paris to ashes yet.”

“Can you imagine?” Zatanna said, having been briefed a bit on the Paris situation and had heard about Rebel’s kidnapping of Lois, “The city you gave so much to save, branding you as a criminal and sending you to one of the worst places on Earth.”

“People have turned to crime for less.” Damian pointed out.

“But Rebel used to be a hero. One of us essentially. It’s just sad that we had to meet her as people on opposite sides.” Dick said.

“It only shows her lack of will.” Damian said.

“I think Rebel had reached her breaking point and honestly, I might too if I face it all alone like she did.”

The Cave was in a sombre silence for the hero that once was Ladybug. Dick remembered something Bruce once said about Two-Face and Harvey Dent.

‘You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain.’

—

The next day, just as Zatanna said, the spell wore off and everyone was human again and able to freely talk again. Other than some nightmares about the experience for a month or so, they were fine.

The Batfamily had a meeting about the new revelation that they had discovered last night.

“Bruce, tell us the truth. Did you know from the beginning?” Tim asked. “I only had suspicions but Zatanna confirmed them with her father’s journal.” Bruce answered. “This changes nothing.”

“It does, Bruce. You failed another young hero.” Jason said, his tone sharp and accusing. “Not even one of the ‘sidekicks’. You turned your back on the One Main Hero who had been there since the beginning and saw through it to the end. She didn’t get the happy ending she deserved. Instead, she was rewarded for her sacrifices by being sent to fucking Arkam Asylum in one of the most dangerous city in the world.”

“Todd, stop projecting. The way I see it, Rebel had seen the errors of her way and intended to fix her mistake regarding Hawkmoth. She should have locked him up when she had her chance.” Damian shot back.

“Boys, settle down. The fact of the matter is that whether Rebel used to be Ladybug or not, Hawkmoth needs to be arrested before Rebel does something more sinister than what she did yesterday.”

“Wasn’t it an accident?” Steph asked.

“According to Toyman, we had always been the intended recipients of that particular gift.” Dick answered. “It was dumb luck that Black Mask opened it while most of you were in the area.”

“After this latest incident, the League and I have decided that Rebel must be contained.” Bruce announced.

Jason jumped out of his seat. “Bruce, she’s just a kid!”

“But she’s a formidable threat. Who knows what else she might do if she is left unchecked and she doesn’t like the progress on the Hawkmoth investigation.”

Jason growled and then left.

Bruce told everyone that they should catch Rebel if they saw her before he ended the meeting.

—

Rebel stood in front of a half-finished mural, a spray can in hand.

“So we finally met, my dear daughter.” The voice belonged to the man who starred in Gotham’s nightmare.

Rebel didn’t bother to turn around and simply looked at him from over her shoulder.

“Which one are you?” She asked.

“I’m sorry?”

Rebel went back to spray-painting as she explained, “I know that there are at least three of you running around Gotham. I want to know which one you are.”

Joker laughed. A genuine laugh instead of the mad one he usually makes.

“You really do live up to your reputation, Rebel. I can tell that you are a real wildcard.” Joker said excitedly.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Very well then. I am the Joker. The original one. Not the copycats I made because I was bored. And Rebel, I am your father.”

----- (Part 7)

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[chronicallycouchbound]

Unlucky: Protective Factors and Homelessness

Becoming homeless isn’t based in luck. The vast majority of homeless people aren’t just in unlucky circumstances. Most unhoused people I’ve interacted with are multi-marginalized, and have significant risk factors for becoming unhoused and lack supports to maintain secure housing.

The average American might be one significant event away from homelessness, sure. But the average American will also have better access to not only supportive services, but natural supports that can prevent or alleviate the toll that emergencies can have on an individual’s housing specifically. Thus, the average American won’t become unhoused.

In contrast, the average unhoused person (or person in precarious housing) doesn’t have natural supports who can provide relief for them. The average unhoused person is a part of several marginalized communities who have been systematically deprived of resources, and aren’t given true support by what few services exist to help their housing status.

My current housing is precarious. Housing my whole life always has been. My first times being homeless were before I have memories. But even as a young child, I had a solid understanding of the fact that if our house wasn’t spotless on inspection days, we would be unhoused again. It was such a routine part of life for me and my family, I didn’t even think about how the families of some of my peers were landlords.

When I first started sleeping outside, before I graduated elementary school, I met other unhoused people who all had varying risk factors. I didn’t know it at the time, but statistically, it was unlikely I would have never ended up homeless.

My ACE score is 10/10. My protective factors were 0/4. Beyond that, I was (and am) a part of other marginalized communities that I was discriminated against on the basis of, without even knowing I was a part of those groups like being queer, trans, and disabled.

While living on the streets, in shelters, couch surfing and even while doing community organizing, I watched as dozens of people became housed long before I did. The biggest running theme? Those who had natural supports, those who held privilege in our society, those were the people who became housed fastest and longest. They were often only unhoused once in their life.

But people like me, a part of many marginalized groups, no safe natural supports around, discriminated by supportive services, are the people who end up unhoused for most of our lives, and when we do gain housing, it can be taken due to events significantly smaller than the average American would normally see a housing related emergency.

For example, if I’m behind on rent, as someone who is 100% reliant on government aid programs with zero income and no family financial support, if I can’t find an emergency assistance program in time, I will lose my housing. Not only that— but my lease being in subsidized low income ADA housing and using governmental vouchers for rent means that if I’m formally evicted, it is a criminal offense. I have friends who have gone to prison for what should be minor lease violations that led to evictions, and they no longer qualify for any assistive programs for a predefined period of time (usually 5 years). Now they have a record, and have no governmental supports on top of already not having natural supports.

The housing we have is precarious, forever teetering on the edge of loss. We are so close to the safety of secure housing, it’s palpable, while being unattainable.

There are many genuine factors of luck that play into housing status, but make no mistake: Homeless/unhoused people are systemically disenfranchised.

If you’ve never been unhoused, if you’re currently in stable housing, there is a very strong likelihood that it’s because of your protective factors like natural supports and privileges in our society. You should acknowledge the reality of this, and not only name your supports as why you’re not homeless (not just luck), but also be leveraging your resources to support our community.

I created a resource for this if anyone is interested in how they can stand in solidarity with their unhoused neighbors.

More information about ACE & PCE scores can be found here.

[Pictured: an elementary school project from around 2006, from my sister. Child-like handwriting says: “My inspection is coming up. If your house is dirty you will get kicked out. If your house is clean you will get to stay in your house.” A small drawing of our house at the time is below it.]

[inkpot909]

(Last Updated- 11/21/24)

The Basics …

I. Check the introductory post before requesting

↳ My pinned post is the go-to for checking what I currently accept. If I accept non-JoJo’s requests, drabbles, headcanons, matchups, it’ll all be listed front and center. Any request sent to me disregarding it (sending in a headcanon request when they’re closed, for example), will be deleted.

II. Multi-fandom (well, kind of)

↳ My blog is primarily focused on JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure and my writing will certainly reflect that as well. That being said, there may be times when I open my writing to different fandoms (those of which I will list further down this post).

↳ I have yet read parts 8 and 9 of the manga (I’m very slow at catching up to things). As of now, I write for characters up to part 7.

III. Reader specifics

↳ If a gender is not picked out for the reader in a request, the reader will be written as gender neutral. If a specific set of pronouns aren’t given, the reader will be written to have they/them pronouns. AFAB and AMAB is preferred to be specified as well. Remember that someone’s gender is not necessarily a signifier of their pronouns or sex. For example, a fem!reader does not guarantee she/her pronouns.

↳ Matchups are only ever for JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

IV. OC requests

↳ I do take requests for your OC and your preferred s/o. Adding additional information on your requested OC is certainly appreciated. However, if you have posted information on the OC previously on your blog it isn’t necessary. I will do what I can to familiarize myself with your character before beginning to write the request. Take note that these requests may take longer for me to complete compared to others.

↳ OC requests are only ever for JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

V. NSFW and/or dark content

↳ Sexual content is allowed, and NSFW requests are allowed. That said, please try not to overload my inbox with NSFW content.

↳ Underage characters will be aged up and clearly depicted as such in the work itself. I am not going to write the characters as they are and just say they’re aged up in the description- I will make it clear within the work itself every single time.

↳ Yandere content is also something I am open to trying. I will always give a disclaimer about it; such relationship dynamics are never to be sought after in real life. Please, keep yourselves safe first and foremost.

↳ Any potentially triggering content will be given a warning on my part. Anything from swearing, to substance usage, to suggestive material, and anything/everything in between. As the writer, I feel it is my responsibility. If I ever miss something, notify me immediately so I may correct the mistake.

VI. What isn’t allowed

↳ No pedophilic or inscestual relationships allowed. No bestiality either. Please and thank you.

↳ Most mental and/or personal struggles I’m open to. That being said, I will write nothing on eating disorders, whether it be explicit or implied.

↳ Monster characters/AUs are not allowed. No mermaids, werewolf, ghosts, or otherworldly-types. The character DIO (and the Pillar Men?) is the only acception by nature of their characters in universe.

↳ This is very specific, but I will not be doing romantic writing for the character Joseph Joestar at all.

Fandoms and Characters …

↳ Favorite characters of mine to write for will be highlighted in red; if a character listed appears in a later part that is also included (examples: Jotaro Kujo, Dio Brando, etc.)

I. JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

↳ Part 1: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E. O. Speedwagon, Dio Brando, Erina Pendleton.

↳ Part 2: Joseph Joestar (platonic only), Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Esidisi, Wamuu.

↳ Part 3: Jotaro Kujo, Muhammad Avdol, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Hol Horse, N’Doul, Mariah.

↳ Part 4: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Koichi Hirose, Rohan Kishibe, Mikitaka Hazekura, Yuya Fungami, Yukako Yamagishi, Tonio Trussardi, Yoshikage Kira.

↳ Part 5: Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Pannacotta Fugo, Trish Una, Diavolo/Doppio, Risotto Nero, Prosciutto, Melone, Ghiaccio.

↳ Part 6: Jolyne Cujoh, Ermes Costello, Foo Fighters, Weather Report, Narciso Anasui, Gwess, Enrico Pucci, Miraschon.

↳ Part 7: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Diego Brando, Hot Pants, Mountain Tim, Funny Valentine.

(Once again; the rest mentioned is only on occasion for the time being. I will also update the list below more in the future)

II. Cowboy Bebop

↳ Spike Spiegel, Faye Valentine, Jet Black.

III. Ouran High School Host Club

↳ Haruhi Fujioka, Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootori, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Takashi Morinozuka.

IV. The Way of the Househusband

↳ Tatsu, Masa.

V. Baldur’s Gate 3

↳ Lae’zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Halsin, Minthara, Raphael.

VI. Yakuza (Will update as I complete the games)

↳ Kiryu Kazuma, Goro Majima, Akira Nishikiyama, Daigo Dojima, Taiga Saejima, Tetsu Tachibana

[punkscowardschampions]

Ruster pt.3

Rio: this has worked out so well, you carry on forging ahead

Buster: For God’s sake

Rio: Don’t for god’s sake me, you’re fucking ridiculous

Buster: I can’t think of a more ridiculous situation than the one you’re currently in, but you want to spend half the night throwing my mistakes back in my face, no, of course that makes total sense

Rio: It’s a joke to you

Buster: Wrong twin

Rio: No, you do

Rio: you can’t see what I see, you won’t

Buster: What you see in him wouldn’t be a mystery purely to me

Rio: He wants kids and marriage

Buster: He has a kid, your sister

Buster: and you aren’t old enough to get married

Rio: Not yet

Buster: You couldn’t keep him a secret for [however long it’s been] never mind 4 years

Rio: We couldn’t be a secret, I’m not delusional

Buster: I beg to differ, you’re insane

Rio: You know that’s what I want

Buster: To have a family with someone who the rest of yours would murder?

Buster: there are easier ways to become a single mum

Rio: Well that’s my destiny, naturally

Buster: You promised me you wouldn’t

Rio: Do you want me to list you all the things you promised me?

Buster: Do you want me to list all the people you’ll hurt?

Rio: Is that enough reason to not live the life that we want?

Buster: A life you’d have to live away from Dublin with complete strangers instead of your family because you’ve chosen him over them, you’ve never wanted that

Buster: How many reasons do you think there really are to be with him?

Rio: He loves me, he could provide for me, he wants what I want and would let me do whatever I want, he’s known me forever, now he’s my first

Rio: that’d be the list

Buster: You love me, if I told you I wanted you back you’d leave him

Buster: you’re talking about putting kids into the same family dynamic you grew up in with your mum and Johnny

Rio: It’s just the pros

Rio: and you aren’t going to do that

Buster: Someone else could tick off the majority of those pros who your family wouldn’t hate, since I was wrong when I thought you wanted them with me specifically, and actually the bar’s that low

Rio: Add it to the list, we’ve been over it

Buster: I told Nancy I’m not having kids

Buster: she doesn’t know it’s because we can’t, but I know it’s the only reason, because I meant what I said

Rio: I don’t want just anyone who my family will tolerate, you know that’s not the point

Rio: he’s the closest I can get to you, that’s why

Buster: He’s the furthest from who I am or would ever want to be, don’t you dare say that

Rio: I was trying to convince myself, I needed it to be close

Buster: If your mum has taught you anything, it should be that you can’t force something to come close which doesn’t

Rio: She gets Johnny, I don’t get you

Buster: He’ll never be me, no-one will ever be you

Buster: I’ll die alone before I’ll opt to live a lie and propose to someone else

Rio: I don’t want that for you

Rio: I can’t say I want someone else for you yet but the idea of you being alone 

Buster: It isn’t your decision to make

Rio: I won’t watch it

Buster: You won’t have to, I’m going to America

Rio: That’s not far enough

Buster: We’re not [whatever age you were when it was the furthest you could think of] anymore 

Rio: Yeah, you’re never going to disappear

Rio: at least if I did leave with him, I would

Buster: If I have to plead with you not to go, I will

Rio: We’ll never be out of each other’s lives, it was the only real way I could see to do it

Buster: I’ll endure you in my life forever to get you out of his, I don’t care

Rio: I care, it hurts

Rio: it hurts so badly

Buster: I know, but you can’t just take that pain and pass it onto everyone else, they’re your family

Rio: I know

Rio: I know it’s over, it was always just a fantasy

Buster: They need you to stay

Buster: and I know you want to meet your baby brother or sister, be there when Junior does come home

Rio: If they find out though, any of them

Rio: I still did it

Buster: If they do find out, the news won’t come from me

Rio: It’ll be the guilt, not you

Buster: Whenever you feel guilty, message me

Rio: You mean that, whenever?

Buster: Yeah, I feel it too, the least we can do is keep it between us so it goes no further 

Rio: Commiserate or confess?

Buster: Both, I’m sure

Rio: Is it a deal?

Buster: We can shake on it in person as well

Rio: You’re not going to take me down immediately then, that’s nice

Buster: Tempting as the idea is, I’m taking your self-defence lessons seriously and therefore mine are better

Rio: I’ll take it serious too

Rio: even though I’m not in immediate danger

Buster: You’re not having immediate lessons, I’d wake Ava

Rio: Your aim would be terrible

Buster: Would not, I’ve got incredible aim

Rio: Mm

Buster: Either dare me to go downstairs or shh and take my word for it

Rio: You don’t need to show off, I’ve seen your videos

Buster: Your homework is to rewatch

Rio: Yeah?

Rio: Alright, as we’re taking it seriously

Buster: Good girl

Rio: Thought we weren’t doing that

Buster: I’m not doing anything, remember

Rio: Sure you aren’t

Buster: You suggested I take a night off

Rio: You’re going to remember everything I said purely out of spite 

Rio: I’ve contradicted myself every which way, we both know that 

Buster: Even as my mother’s son, not every single thing I do or say is out of spite

Rio: I think your sister must’ve said that ‘cos I didn’t

Buster: She undoubtedly would, any excuse to vent her own

Rio: She’s got a lot of baggage

Buster: That’s putting it politely, which it goes without saying, you would

Rio: It’s not her fault, she was only guessing at my boyfriend

Buster: You didn’t hear her

Rio: You don’t need to tell me she slags me off behind my back, doesn’t take a genius is an understatement 

Buster: I already told you, you were as ungrateful for the info on St Paddys 

Rio: I don’t know, she isn’t my twin, maybe it doesn’t bother me as much as it does you

Buster: Any excuse to talk to me, doesn’t take a genius is an understatement there as well

Rio: What’s that got to do with anything?

Buster: Your priority is bothering me

Rio: 🙄

Rio: My priority isn’t saving your sister from being a bitch

Buster: Nor mine

Rio: It would be a waste of time, sorry to say

Buster: She thinks I’ve inherited a hero complex and want to save you

Rio: You can tell her you don’t

Buster: I told her you don’t need me to

Rio: Well, she’s not going to believe that

Buster: What she believes isn’t what matters

Rio: You can just tell the truth

Buster: I am

Rio: To her, I mean

Buster: How can I?

Rio: You don’t want to save me

Buster: Rio

Rio: It’s fine, why should you?

Buster: It’s not true, you know that

Rio: Do I

Buster: You have to

Rio: I’m sure you have your own idea of what that looks like

Buster: And you have none?

Rio: I’m saying that your idea of saving me is doing things the opposite way to mine

Buster: I’ve already told you what I think of your ideas

Rio: Yeah, you don’t respect me, never mind like me, I remember 

Buster: Forget it, I’ve contradicted myself almost as much as you

Rio: A mess, just like you said

Rio: but it’d be a truce too far to forget everything that’s said, I know

Buster: I’m not so willing to try anything that I’d volunteer for my own lobotomy and erasing you from my mind by this point would need to be that drastic

Rio: I’ll start working on time travel then, it’s the only semi-realistic option available at this point 

Rio: just erase the past… depends where we want to go from

Buster: Our entire lives is a slightly big ask

Rio: That’s horrible 

Buster: That’s how long we’ve known each other

Buster: yet again, it was your bad idea

Rio: I was thinking we could go back to before you came over, or maybe before we started talking, not delete our whole lives

Buster: What would that achieve?

Buster: the feelings were there before we acted on them, we’d be back to square one

Rio: At least then you could never act on it

Rio: get to feel great about your self-control

Buster: If I had the amount of self-control required I wouldn’t have acted on it the first time

Rio: I’m not sure I can gift you that willpower 

Rio: I’ve obviously got none, and no morals, etc etc

Buster: My birthday is months away

Rio: The lobotomy wasn’t that effective

Rio: I still remember everything, birthdays included 

Buster: I’m just saying you’ve got time to find and wrap some, if you really want

Rio: It’s your birthday, it’s what you really want

Buster: Don’t

Rio: Sorry

Rio: for everything, really

Buster: Offer your sincere apology to Edie, she’s the injured party not me

Rio: Oh, yeah, that’d go down well 

Rio: no, that’s not happening

Buster: Oh, but this is, yeah?

Rio: I’m going to end it, what else can I do at this point

Buster: It’s none of my business what you do after that

Rio: Mission accomplished for you

Rio: Tomorrow you’ll go back to not giving a fuck about any of it, so it’s bold to talk about Edie like you’d even say two words to her on a good day

Buster: I wouldn’t fuck her dad so it’s bolder of you to lecture me when that’s how you’ve shown her you care

Rio: Believe it or not, it wasn’t about her

Buster: I don’t, but like I said, it isn’t about what I believe

Rio: What the fuck does that mean?

Buster: The meaning isn’t cryptic, you wear your daddy issues on your sleeve

Rio: That’s nothing to do with her and everything to do with me

Buster: I bet she’ll take great comfort in how you’ve managed to compartmentalise everything

Rio: Stop talking like she’s going to hear anything more about it, she’s not

Rio: and she hasn’t said a word to me, just her dad

Buster: You’re the one insisting we talk, as per

Buster: I’m not surprised she doesn’t know what to say to you

Rio: You can go any time you like

Buster: Go where? America isn’t far enough, remember

Rio: We don’t have to talk

Rio: you’re right, what’s the point

Buster: The point is, you’re angry at yourself and you knew I would be at least as angry, I’m here to voice what you’re thinking

Rio: Yeah, I’m loving this

Buster: You’ll love having me to blame instead

Rio: No one else will want to hear it’s your fault so how does that serve me

Rio: you’re the only person I can blame you to

Buster: Everyone would, but you don’t want to be the one to tell them anything

Rio: I’m not going to do that, Jesus

Rio: even if you think that’s what he deserves, you can’t think you do too

Buster: You thought it would all be okay, you wouldn’t shut up about it when you thought I’d be convinced by the possibility

Rio: What did I think was going to be okay?

Buster: Us, this

Buster: I’ve got nothing to fear if our supportive families just want us to be happy, have I?

Rio: Oh, totally, it’ll go down great if I throw it in with the affair I’ve been having with Moses

Rio: definitely want those to seem like comparable bad newses

Buster: You’ve been comparing me with him this entire time

Rio: Only because you’re pissing me off

Rio: I’m not saying anything to anyone else, about him or about you

Buster: That’s fine then

Rio: Alright it’s not but I’m not in the apologising mood anymore

Rio: why do you suddenly think I’m a massive snitch

Buster: I told you, I don’t know who you are anymore

Rio: You’re being ridiculous, have I ever said anything to anyone else, no

Buster: So you keep saying, personally, I’m not about to trust someone who’d betray their own sister, the same one they’d claimed to be worried about because of what she’s already been through lately

Rio: You don’t trust me, then don’t

Rio: I don’t have to explain myself to you

Buster: Good, don’t, you’ve said more than enough

Rio: You’re being immature

Buster: I’m sorry I’m not [however old Moses is lol]

Rio: 🙄 Me too, naturally

Buster: No-one’s stopping you from waking him and enjoying his perfect company while it lasts

Rio: You would say that now you’ve got me in this state

Rio: I can’t talk to him, I’m not a psychopath, I hope I can get out before he wakes up

Buster: You got yourself in this state, you didn’t need to tell me

Rio: I was saying goodbye to you, you pushed and pushed

Buster: Allow me to show you how simple it is

Buster: goodbye

Rio: It’s a bit too fucking late for that now

Buster: It’s too late to pretend you’re the one who’s having a mature reaction to the way I ended things

Rio: The way you ended things?

Rio: You went non-verbal and booked a car, that doesn’t count towards any sort of decision

Buster: You certainly made it count when you decided you wanted to get under someone else, let’s not kid ourselves you were waiting around for answers, closure or anything else

Rio: That’s why you’re upset

Rio: because I got in there before you did

Buster: I have countless reasons to be upset, take your pick

Rio: If it means all that much to you, take it

Rio: rest assured in knowing I knew it was over

Buster: It means nothing, but don’t worry, I’m used to that being the outcome at the end of the night

Rio: Do you want to spend the rest of our lives feeling sorry for each other?

Buster: I don’t intend to, how you spend the rest of yours is up to you

Rio: You’re the one who said the sad thing but sure

Buster: I said the honest thing

Rio: Being mad is more productive and you get to be mad, you want me to stay sad

Buster: Why the fuck would I want that?

Rio: Otherwise maybe I move on for real

Buster: You should

Rio: So should you, probably, fuck a should

Buster: I’m incapable, you’re obviously not

Rio: How dare you

Buster: How dare I state a fact?

Rio: I won’t shut up, I won’t leave you alone, I’m obsessed with you and all you do is push me away the entire time and the second I try to do what you tell me to do and move on, you’re the one that’s hopelessly devoted to me?

Rio: Fuck you for real

Buster: Fuck you

Buster: I didn’t give you permission to ruin everyone’s lives including your own, that’s exactly what I was trying to avoid

Rio: Even a conversation about us can’t be about us

Rio: but again, no, it’s me that’s too concerned about the family

Rio: this is a joke, it has to be

Buster: Because there is no us now

Buster: and the joke’s on you for wishing I’d care about them until it means I’m no longer devoted to you

Rio: All you have ever cared about is what other people think about you, it doesn’t matter if you’re related to those people or not

Rio: there’s nothing admirable or desirable about that at all

Buster: What’s desirable about being a selfish bitch?

Buster: I’d take the incest further and focus my attention on Nancy if that’s what I was interested in

Rio: Go right ahead, whatever psychological number your parents did on her has undoubtedly worked in your favour

Rio: we’re done

Buster: And the damage your dad did to you definitely worked in his

Rio: At least we’re having fun

Buster: I hope Edie has hers, you both deserve that

Rio: Nothing like living vicariously to show how far wrong you’ve gone

Buster: I’d rather my life was empty than full of the fuck ups yours is, at least I’ve only made one with lasting consequences

Rio: Then we both got what we wanted

Buster: Tomorrow, once your unsolicited trauma dump has worn off, I’ll be able to sleep at night

Rio: Moses makes sure I sleep just fine

Buster: Then why weren’t you?

Rio: I naively thought I owed you

Buster: Save your naivety for him, he’ll struggle to satisfy you without it

Rio: You don’t need to concern yourself with my satisfaction

Buster: I’ve never had to, I’m fully aware of what works for you

Rio: Cool, are you going to bring up my daddy issues again or just call me a slut this time?

Buster: Neither

Rio: Just heavily imply how easy I am then like a coward

Buster: Easy to manipulate

Rio: You want to admit that that’s what you were doing

Buster: Okay, I’m not a coward

Rio: You’d rather have that against you than the truth of what happened here

Buster: You don’t give a shit about the truth

Rio: The truth is I just made it a whole lot easier for you to get over me

Rio: no need for it to all just be some master manipulation on your end

Buster: No, you were trying to make it easier on yourself, there’s no need to frame losing your virginity as a kind gesture or favour done for me

Rio: You keep fucking randoms and pretending it has nothing to do with me then

Buster: I’m not denying you’re the reason, I never have

Rio: but when I do it it’s nothing to do with you

Buster: He isn’t random

Rio: My boyfriends were, you didn’t like them either

Buster: They weren’t on the scene for my benefit either

Rio: Jesus Christ

Buster: You wanted to get over me, not the other way around

Rio: You never wanted to want me how you do, you can act like it’s a fucking curse all you want but now I’m the arsehole

Buster: Because I possess some self-preservation instincts, one of us fucking has to

Rio: Because you’re a coward, plain and simple

Buster: You’re my cousin

Buster: if that truly doesn’t matter to you and you seriously can’t see why us being related would give me any reservations whatsoever, I don’t know how to get through to you

Rio: I understand perfectly

Buster: Evidently not, babe

Rio: Expecting me to have the same reservations is where you got me fucked up

Rio: that’s not how I live my life

Buster: Expecting you understand how I live mine is where

Rio: I understand, I don’t believe it’ll make you happy but I still hope so

Buster: It wouldn’t make me happy to prove everyone right as if the bullshit they spout constantly is some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy

Rio: Go prove them all wrong

Buster: That’s the plan

Rio: Good luck/congrats

Buster: Likewise

[pucksalotguys]

Addicted After All- Chapter 4

WC: 3.5K

The aftermath of things comes out and Sidney does some things he’s not proud of. Isabella on the other hand dives into her new role and brings up a special person Sidney never knew about that makes him realize he took things too far and does his best to fix the bad reputation he’s built for himself

(Thank you so so much to all of you for the feedback and support on the last chapter. It means so so much to me and I truly appreciate it so much. Feedback is what keeps me going as a writer so I can’t wait to hear what you guys thought about this chapter 💕)

The next morning was somehow even worse for Isabella, she woke up in her bed with memories of the previous night. Perhaps it would’ve been better to lie, to keep that secret to herself, to take it to the grave. Maybe just maybe if she hadn’t said anything, things would be okay. But those were the what if’s and not what was currently happening.

She rubbed her face and grabbed a hold of her phone looking to see if there was a missed call or text but there was nothing. In one last desperate attempt she called him, gasping when there was an answer

“Sidney ! You answered thank god listen you have to-”

“Hello ? Oh babe your phone, I picked it up” the female voice said on the other end “It’s for you” Isabella's eyes widened as she recognized the voice and hung up the phone, tossing it to the floor. He was with someone else in a matter of hours, and even if they weren't truly together, it hurt “Fuck” Sidney sighed as he looked at the name “You should’ve let it go to voicemail, listen I gotta go” “So soon ?” Cara asked “You got here in the early hours of the morning, stay….” “This was a mistake, coming here was a mistake. I just wanted to let out some steam is all” he buttoned up his shirt 

“Oh please, you practically barged through my apartment door and crashed into me” Cara rolled her eyes “Be honest with yourself Sidney, you miss me”

“I really don’t, you’re just easy to convince” he responded as he grabbed his coat “This doesn’t mean anything at all”

“Are you mad little miss Calloway will find out you were here ? I think she got the memo when I answered your phone” she said 

“Isabella and I aren’t anything so she won’t care. We were just having dinner last night is all, nice try though”

Cara sat up and grabbed the sheet to her chest. "I'm assuming you're familiar with her reputation," she said

"Oh, I am" he remarked sarcastically.

"She's brutal, and she thinks she's in charge because of her father, but the Calloways have secrets. Sidney, you need to protect yourself. I care about you too much to see you get hurt"

"Yeah, you totally do, that's why you cheated on me, right?" he questioned. "Or was it for some other strange reason?"

"Can't we just let the past be the past? I've had my fun, and now I'm ready to be as serious as you want me to be. We had something special " she attempted to take his hand in hers

"Exactly," he said, nodding, "had, past tense."

Without another word he left her apartment and got in his car as he drove to the one person's house he needed to be at for answers. He calmed himself down as he took a breather and parked his car. In any other circumstance he would’ve called him but this time he wasn’t even sure if they’d end up as friends “It’s me” he said as he rang his door bell “Sid, hey” Kris smiled “Come on in man, you wanna eat ? I was about to make myself breakfast”

He shook his head and walked past the door “I need to ask you something” “Uh okay go ahead” Kris nodded “Were you ever gonna tell me you slept with Isabella ?” Sidney asked, he watched as Kris’s face went pale. He debated throwing a punch or a shove, some form of physical confrontation to make up for the anger he was feeling “What ? Nothing to say ?” “She told me she didn’t want to tell you, I respected her wishes.” Kris said “How fucking could you” he shook his head “How dare you ?” “It wasn’t something we planned, it was just being caught up in the moment. I had a real shitty year personally, she was in her emotions over what she saw. We were both in a bad place and it happened. I’m not gonna stand here and act as if it was just her, it was me too”

Sidney kept his eyes on him as he stepped closer “You knew she was with me, you saw us after games, at events, dinners. You knew she was with me”

“She told me you had never asked her to be your girlfriend officially, that you told her to know her role. Is that true ?” Kris asked “Don’t try to put this on me” Sidney snapped “I’m not. I’m just telling you what she told me, you realize you made out with her best friend and showed up drunk to her party and then just left like nothing ?” “And that’s why you slept with her the next day ?” Sidney said back “You both cried about your super shitty lives and decided to fuck your feelings out ?”

Kris sighed “She was there during a really bad moment” he explained “I had gotten divorce papers literally that morning, I was told I couldn’t see my son in person until the divorce was final and custody was arranged. It was one of the worst days of my life and when I saw her I just let it all out. It didn’t mean anything” “Is this supposed to make me somehow feel better ?” Sidney scoffed “I’m telling you what happened” Kris said calmly “Afterwards we both said it was a mistake, she was scared and she kept apologizing to me. She thought I was gonna somehow use this against her, I told her I had part in it too and that it was us being in a bad mindset. She told me to promise to not say anything ever and I kept my word. I never spoke to her again after that other than when she and Catherine talked” “Talked ?” Sidney asked confused “They talked ?”

“When Catherine and I spoke again and talked about giving our relationship another shot I told her what had happened with Isabella. She wasn’t exactly mad but she was bothered a bit and asked to speak with her. I wasn’t there but Catherine told me she felt okay afterwards and that it was in the past. She knows all about this, I never kept it from her” Kris sighed “Yet it was kept from me” Sidney said back “You never had guilt ? For 5 years you kept that to yourself” “I respected Isabella’s wishes, I did tell her that maybe she should tell you but then she left the states and I never spoke to her again. Catherine even told me it wasn’t my secret to tell” he admits “You can be mad all you want, I don’t blame you. But know this wasn’t some affair. It was two hurt people having weaknesses. I don’t like Isabella, she doesn’t like me. If I were to see her again, which clearly I’ll have to since she’s gonna be around for the team, I will treat her as I treat anyone else. She is nothing to me just like I’m nothing to her” “Don’t look at her, or even speak to her when she’s around” Sidney threatened “I won’t unless I absolutely need to, don’t worry. I have my family, I don’t want Isabella” Kris said “You wanna be mad fine but I’ve told you what happened. It’s my truth, and I know she’d say the exact same thing. You can do whatever you want now”

Sidney said nothing as he turned around and left out the door. In his head he knew it was nothing more but the thought of the two of them together made him wanna explode. He got in his car and drove to the the practice facility to get his mind off of things, looking down at his phone one more time to see all the missed calls and texts from Isabella and simply shutting his phone off

***********

It was mid day when Isabella got herself together and arrived at the office, anxiety had almost gotten the best of her but she was determined to show off her plan to management “Well it’s nice to see you here on time” Mario grinned “By the email you sent this morning, I take it it’s urgent” “Extremely” she nodded as she took a seat “I’m taking control of my percent as you know and I was thinking as a starter maybe I could have an event. I’m aware it’s very very short notice but I’m gonna do it all and all I need is the rink and some of the coaches to be there” Mario nodded intrigued, “And what’s the plan ?”

“I want to take part in the little penguins program but I wanna do some changes” she explained “I want more girls here, I took it upon myself and I have a group of girls ages 7-10 who wanna take  part. I was thinking of having an only girls skate for them afterwards as well to show that hockey is for them too” “Well” he said softly “I love that, I think it’s great. I approve and I’m sure everyone else will too. You let them know to be here Wednesday at 5” “Cool” Isabella grinned “Whoa…that was easy”

“Bring more good ideas like that and it’ll be easy for you here” he chuckled “I’ll be happy to hear about it all Wednesday”

“Thanks Mario” she stood up and shook his hand as she handed over documents to Ron Hextall “I’m gonna get going, I have last minute details to go over with the school. Thank you once again”

Feeling satisfied with her progress she walked out of the office and was in the process of putting her phone away when she bumped into someone and looked up “Oh…hey” “Hey” Sidney said coldly “Why are you here ?” “Um I was just talking to Mario about some things, do you think you and I could talk later ?” she whispered “No” he answered “As for our situation, I’m ending it all today. It’s why I’m here, I’m gonna tell management I want out. I want nothing to do with you ever again. You’re gonna have to grow up and face reality on your own.”

“I am” she answered “And if you don’t wanna help me fine but don’t make shit harder for me either. You don’t wanna hear me out that’s fine, but just let me be”

There was nothing more Isabella wanted than to have a moment to talk to him and clear the air. She noticed his face somewhat soften as he looked at her and assumed only to get reprimanded again “Trust me you’re no that important” Sidney said

“Clearly I am if you had to go screw your ex just after I left” she said back “But whatever” she shoved past him Sidney took a deep breath as he walked by the offices “Hey, what’s with the face ?” “Little princess Calloway and her last minute changes, look at this. We already have Wednesday’s event planned and she’s completely changing it. Not only that but she wants another session only for girls right after it as if we can have everyone stay” “That’s not too bad” Sidney admits “I’ll stay”

“It’s not just that, it’s her attitude” Ron shakes his head in disgust “She walks in here like she owns it all, Mario does whatever she says because she’s his goddaughter and her percentage over powers his. If anyone can end this, it’s you and you don’t even have to do anything” “And what’s that ?” Sidney asked “You simply stick to your original attendees for the program Wednesday, it’s already packed and we can just move Isabella’s event for next time. Mario will think she got her dates wrong and most likely won’t let her have anything again. She’ll be out of our hair” “Do it” Sidney nodded “One less thing I have to worry about” “Appreciate that Sid” he grinned as he walked away Sidney gave a nod as he walked to the locker room and took a seat,after everything that happened there was still something that didn’t sit right with him. One part of him wanted to call Isabella again and hear her out but the other was still enraged about what went on His mind wasn’t up for a skate and he decided it was best to just go back home and do his best to forget about the nightmare of a night he had. While walking out he couldn’t help but see Isabella still out in the parking lot jotting down notes in a small notebook and went up to approach her 

“I didn’t get a chance to talk to management” he said “You scared me” Isabella closed her notebook and put a hand on her chest “What the hell ?” “Please as if you’re writing anything important. What you jot down ? The number of shoes you’re gonna buy at the mall ?” Isabella sighed “Whatever, I’ll see you Wednesday. It’s a big day for me so at least let’s get through that then you can tell management I’m a horrible person” “Deal” Sidney nodded “Don’t call or text me, I won’t answer” “Won’t need to” Isabella said as she drove off in a screech

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By the time Wednesday came around Isabella felt nerves, this was her chance to show that she could handle business and be someone to trust when it was needed. She drove down to Sewickley Academy as she pulled up in the pick up line and opened her passenger side door “There’s my Leni” Isabella smiled at her 9 year old step sister “How’s my best girl ?” “Better now that you’re here” she grinned as she got in the car “Are we going now ?” “Yup, I have everything set and all your friends' parents said they’d be there too. I just spoke to some of them” “I think it’s cool we get to skate” Leni nodded “I’ve always wanted to but daddy says it’s best I just do ballet”

“Daddy is a dumbass sometimes” Isabella said “Jack and Griffin say the same thing” Leni giggled “See, we are all siblings” she chuckled Leni looked out the window and stayed quiet for a bit “Yeah but you guys are like super old and I’m little. I never see Jack or Griffin unless it’s Christmas. You’re the only one I see “ “That’s gonna change” Isabella nodded “I promise you alright ? Now, tell me….any cute boys at school ?” “Eww” Leni made a face of disgust “You’re gross” She let out a laugh as she pulled into the practice facility and helped her out. Just like she had told Mario she had gear and equipment purchased with her own money for every girl who was going to take part along with making sure each girl would get tickets for a game along with an invite to the next camp By the time she walked inside, she immediately noticed nothing was set up like she had wanted. She kept Leni close as she realized all boys on the ice and walked towards managements office catching them in conversation about her

“She’s gonna flip but these were Ron’s orders, he got last say”

“I mean she can’t just change things, this day is Sidney’s day. He doesn’t wanna deal with little girls who are gonna drool over him and not even pay attention to the coaches”

Isabella heard enough as she held Leni’s hand and walked towards the office “Get her in, now” “Ms. Calloway we already told everyone, classes are all full. The kids were chosen and that’s that” one of the team managers sighed not even realizing he had been heard “I looked at this list, there’s 30 kids and only 3 are girls and all of them are somehow related to someone on the team. You’re telling me no other girls signed up for the little penguins program ?” Isabella retorted “Answer me”

Sidney turned his head as he heard the conversation and walked towards the office “What’s going on here ? No one should be here, skate starts in 5 minutes” “Your team is sexist Mr. Crosby” the 9 year old looked up at him as Isabella widened her eyes “Wh-What ? Why do you say that ?” Sidney asked concerned “There’s only 3 girls out there” she pointed “Do you not like girls in hockey ? Is that why the boys are able to skate but I can’t ?” “I saw the kids, there's only 3 girls, she's right. I saw the list too ” Isabella nodded “Either they only want boys or you’re the one who did this to ruin my day where you knew eyes would be on me….on purpose” she whispered the last part

He looked at her and shook his head “I don’t run the logistics of this, I only show up. I had no idea I can promise you that. But seeing as the place is packed I can’t add anyone else, that’s not in my power…I’m sorry. I’ll have a talk with everyone to make sure it’s equal for the next time” “That’s not till another 6 months” Leni whispered 

“Let’s go Leni” Isabella pulled out her phone “No need to get upset, I’ll figure something out for you and the rest of the girls here. Say bye bye to Mr.Crosby I’m sure he’ll sign a picture for you and give you a puck or something” Sidney frowned as he watched the younger girl walk out first and stopped Isabella “I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t hurt kids” “You know, I know you hate me but today was supposed to be nice. Pulling some shit like this, that’s low. Probably the lowest thing you could do” she said “But it’s fine, I’m gonna pull some strings and get these girls something better. You and management can fuck off”

“I’m sorry….I let others get in my ear” he apologized

“You do that a lot, grow up” she said as she left Sidney looked back at management “Fix this” “There’s no time Sidney, we’ll figure something out later for them” Ron explained “Mario’s aware, he said it’s no issue”

“There has to be some way to squeeze them in” he pleaded “The skate runs from 5-7:30, there’s no time. It’ll be too late, I’m sure Ms. Calloway understands” “You knew” Sidney said “And you did too and you agreed with me, I simply followed your orders. There’s no issue here, this is something we both agreed on and it’s okay. They’ll get over it. For now you need to go meet the boys”

He sighed and put on his cap as he walked down the halls and saw Isabella with the same girl sitting outside and stepped out “Hey…um listen I know there was a miscommunication here, I just wanted to let you know we’ll figure something out real soon okay ? I’ll make sure of it”

“Sidney, just go” Isabella said exhausted “I have so much to handle right now, please go” “I just…I’m sorry, you are ?” he turned to Leni with a small grin “Leni Calloway, Isabella’s my big sister” she grins The statement took Sidney back as he shook her hand gently and softened his expression as he noticed the similarities between them “Oh….I didn’t know you had a sister” he looked at Isabella “I like keeping my private life private” Isabella answered “Now if you will, we have to go” “Nice meeting you Mr.Crosby, but I still agree with what I said. Your team is sexist, I think you gotta fix that” Leni nodded as she picked up her backpack and skipped away to the car Sidney turned red in embarrassment as he looked at Isabella “I…I didn’t know this was such a big deal”

“Let’s get one thing straight here, you fuck with anything that has to do with someone I care about and you become my enemy. That little girl is my life, I would die for her” she said sternly “I never told you about her because the topic is still tough. I don’t like talking about the fact that my dad cheated on my mom and had a whole other child when I was 21 and my brothers were 34. I created tonight's even with her in mind, for her and other little girls to come in and experience something different and enjoy things outside their comfort zone” “Isabella I-” “Don’t interrupt me” she ordered “Tonight was about them,all I wanted was some of them added to the skate then an all girls skate for 20 minutes afterwards just for fun. It didn’t even involve you and the fact that it got fucked up because some assholes don’t like the fact that I’m here is fucked” “I’ll fix it, I’ll make sure they get their skate in. I’ll take blame” he promised “You do more harm than good” Isabella said “Next week when I see my management I’m telling them it’s done. You do your part and tell management here and I tell mine. I don’t wanna speak to you again.” Sidney couldn’t wasn't able to get a word in as he walked away into her car and drove off. He didn’t even get to tell her he spoke to Kris, there was nothing he could do to fix all the shit he had messed up and it killed him inside

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 4)

Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | on AO3 here

Steve and Nancy walked along in silence for a while.

Steve says “Nancy, I don’t want to make you do this.” at the same time Nancy says “You aren’t making me do anything by the way.”

She smiles and motions for him to continue. “If I had any more time or any choice in the matter I wouldn’t make you do this. I still don’t want to.”

“Why are they making you anyway?”

“They..uh.. Want to make sure the whole media fiasco that happened back in the States with my fri_that guy Tommy, won’t become..permanent? I guess?”

“They want you to marry a noblewoman, not a nobleman.” She nods in understanding.

“Yes, that’s definitely a much better way to put that.”

“I see.” 

“And I uhm, I’m not just interested in noblemen, I could go for both..both noblemen and noblewomen” Steve admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He dares to look at Nancy, who’s smiling softly at him.“Good to know, thanks for telling me.”

She leads them to a nearby bench and pulls him down to sit beside her.

“Steve, I am more than happy to do this for you.”

“But you have dreams of your own Nancy, you have things you want to do too that specifically have nothing to do with the royal life.”

“I already knew that my own dreams would be unrealistic for me. I am a royal woman. I knew this would happen at some point.” She’s still smiling kindly at him.

“That doesn’t make me feel better about this at all, you could marry Jonathan. You aren't in line for your own throne because of Mike, right? So why do this at all? You barely even know me." She thinks for a moment. "I believe you will be good for Genovia and a good representation of the future of all our countries. You didn't come from this world, have made mistakes in the recent past that any teenage person would, but you have moved and grown so far past them that you're willing to fall in line with your government in order to lead your people."

Steve was stunned into silence; he definitely hadn't been expecting all that from this woman he'd only known for a short time.

"Plus I’d rather marry the one royal that would support those dreams of mine than to one that’d try to snuff them out, just like I figure you’d rather not marry some other random person who’s only there for show. I do plan on helping you with this as much as I can; I promise you will be hearing a lot of my advice and opinions in the future.” She gives him a wink.

Steve laughs “Yeah, I’d expect nothing less.” he pulls her into him for a hug “Thank you Nancy.”

“You’re welcome, Steve.”

–

‘Why? Why did I choose tonight to sit out here? Why couldn’t I have just stayed my ass inside??’ Eddie cursed himself, ignoring the small sputtering flame in his chest for the king-to-be as he shot up from his seat in the gardens a good ways away from the two intruders.

Seeing Steve in the clear golden sunset had only made the small flame for the man to grow stronger, if not bigger. His heart completely ignoring the beautiful young woman Steve had in his embrace, and the ache in his foot from his last encounter with the prince.

Eddie snapped his journal shut and slouched back towards the palace, hoping he wouldn’t be spotted by the other two.

–

Nancy’s parents had arrived two days after she and Mike had, and brought along Nancy’s youngest sibling, a delightful little girl named Holly who Steve absolutely adored.

He and Nancy talked a lot in those two days; She had told him what to expect from her parents, said her mom was really the one that he’d have to get on with despite her father being the current ruler (“Will do, can’t wait until Mike takes over for your dad and I have to deal with him on the regular.” Steve had said with an eye roll, Nancy giggled and responded with “Yeah.. mom will still be the one in charge there too, good luck Mike.”). Lucky for Steve, Karen LOVED him and only asked a couple awkward questions about future heirs.

“Oh, uhm, yeah someday, sure, but nothing until Nancy is ready.” He’d placated her, knowing full well he and Nancy hadn’t talked about that whole part of their arrangement yet.

“Don’t be so humble about it son, you need heirs. Best get to it sooner than later.” Nancy’s dad, Theodore, had responded and got a smack on the arm and a “Dammit Ted, why must you always make things awkward.” from Karen.

Steve had excused himself then to warn Nancy about what may be coming (who had rolled her eyes and very bluntly stated, “I’m in no hurry at all. Come on, let's get with Hopper so we can leave already.”), before setting off to the seaside village of Mertz for their first public outing.

It was going well enough, though the cliffside beaches they were walking along were definitely more windy than he’d like.

They trudged through the sand, arm in arm, purposefully trying to ignore the paparazzi until they absolutely couldn’t anymore, and laughing quietly at Ted’s huffing as he also trudged along behind them and Joyce.

“About time we gave them a wave, don’t you think?” Nancy asked.

“Yep, I think so..” Steve sighed in return and waved towards the gathered cameras who all started clicking and flashing the moment he did.

He glanced down at Nancy and caught her small smile at the cameras for a brief moment before her patterned scarf was suddenly whisked away from the collar of her coat and started breezily rolling back the way they’d come.

“Oh shit!” Steve started after the scarf, and so did Nancy.

“A prince shouldn’t run for a scarf!” she laughed as they both again just missed grabbing the slippery thing.

“Neither should a princess!” he laughed back and suddenly he was flopping forward, having finally grabbed the damn thing, but tripping in the process. He landed on his side in the sand and Nancy similarly flopped down next to him on her stomach as if she’d tripped over him after he went down, but Steve had a fleeting suspicion it was just so he wasn’t embarrassed on his own.

“Your scarf, your highness.” He spoke in Dustin’s patented haughty voice as he wrapped the thing back around her neck. 

“Why thank you good sir!” She parroted back in the same lilt before dissolving into giggles.

–

They spent the next week together, doing whatever came to mind, really. They played badminton, they had dinners together with everyone, he listened to her complain about how it was growing up with Mike, he’d read some of her pieces (and they were as good as he thought they’d be), and just went for strolls together in the gardens.

These walks were usually reserved for the more important chats, ones reserved for full honesty with each other. Like about how he’d always wanted a bigger family but that he’s not about to make her do that if she didn't want to. How she could definitely see herself with Jonathan. He in turn told her about his unfortunate feelings of heartbreak when it came to Lord Edmund. 

“I only knew him for a couple minutes but that’s all it took; I really think it was a goddamn love-at-first sight scenario…before it was ripped out from under me literally two days later. It stung. Bad.”

Nancy rubbed his arm comfortingly. “He seems like an ass.” She says in a completely serious, sensitive tone that causes a laugh to bubble up through the sudden tightness in his chest.

“That’s the thing though, I really want him to be, but he may very well not be.” Steve sighs, and pauses for a moment. “I really don’t want him to be an asshole…” he finishes quietly.

“You could see yourself with him, couldn’t you?”

Steve thought about it while they shuffled slowly along the path. Could he? The image of Eddie beaming at him during his coronation, of Eddie sitting at his side in the throne room while he meets with the public, a painted version of he and Eddie, a little bit older, standing side by side and hanging beside Joyce and Robert flashed through his head, one right after the other. Against all common sense, Steve found himself wanting that more than anything.

He also realized that the small fire that had sparked in his chest that night when he saw Eddie through his window was decidedly not hatred.

“No, I don’t think I could.” Steve lies right to Nancy’s face. Like the coward he is.

She looks at him like she doesn’t quite believe him, but drops it anyway; “Lets head back in..”

–

Eddie hears the unmistakable sound of Steve’s voice carrying down the main path and up the small offshoot where he’d decided to sit with his journal today.

‘How the hell am I always out here when they are??’ Eddie thinks bitterly.

He’d purposefully tried to ignore their conversation but Steve had started talking about some ‘him’ and his curiosity got the better of him.

“I only knew him for a couple minutes but that’s all it took; I really think it was a goddamn love-at-first sight scenario…before it was ripped out from under me literally two days later. It stung. Bad.”

“He seems like an ass.” Says a lighter voice that must be Nancy.

Her words pull a shaky laugh out of Steve before Eddie hears him continue.

“That’s the thing though, I really want him to be, but he may very well not be.” Steve sighs, and pauses for a moment. “I really don’t want him to be an asshole…” he finishes quietly.

‘Oh fuck, are they talking about me??’

“You could see yourself with him, couldn’t you?”

It’s like her question was directed at him and not at Steve; against his will, Eddie's brain flips through the possibilities before him if, against all odds and against what Parliament wants, Steve chose him to be his Prince Consort.

Eddie can see himself standing off to the side and smiling proud at Steve’s coronation, sitting beside him as he meets with the public in the throne room just like Queen Joyce does now, by his side at any number of nameless events, just with Steve.

That sputtering flame that had grown just from seeing Steve a mere few days previously, burns so hot in his chest it’s like it’s actually burning a hole through his shirt. He absentmindedly places his free hand over the spot on his chest and wishes it would go away.

“No, I don’t think I could.”

Those six words coming from Steve’s mouth should have done it, but it just makes his heart burn hotter, as if in defiance. As if his heart is falling for Steve harder out of spite. Like his heart is yelling out to Steve itself: ‘I’ll show you, I’ll prove we’re not an asshole! We’re gonna prove it to you again and again until you’re ours.’

Eddie waits until they’ve gone before starting down the same path and into the palace. He hears a couple voices talking as he enters through the ballroom, and glances up to see the new security intern talking to a tall, gangly looking teen. ‘Damn they are really letting anyone in here these days..’

They spot him too as he enters, and the intern calls out to him. “Good evening Lord Edmund, have you been introduced to Prince Michael yet?”

“Ah, you’re another royal, that makes more sense,” Eddie says and approaches Michael, hand extended “Lord Edmund Muñoz, your highness.”

“Ah, so this is the guy?” The dark-haired teen says to the shorter curly-haired one while taking Eddie’s hand.

“Yep, this is the one.”

“Am I allowed to ask what guy I am?”

The two boys share a look, then look back to him “Run a campaign with us.” they say at the same time.

Eddie’s stunned. “Wh_what? How do you_?” he sputters, then clears his throat “How’d you know I play?”

The two boys shrug, and Michael says “You looked like it.”

The other elbows him and is very obviously holding back laughter.

“I looked like it.”

They nod.

Eddie sighs, “When are you thinking?”

–

Steve escorted Nancy to her room and bid her goodnight before heading off to find Joyce.

They had spoken since Nancy’s arrival, but Steve had purposefully kept it short, and Joyce had respected the boundaries he’d put up in the meantime, but now it was time to talk to her again fully.

He arrived at her door and gave two quick knocks. “Aunt Joyce, it’s me.” he called through the door.

“Come in, Steve.”

He heads inside and finds her at her desk, completing some sort of pile of paperwork.

“Can we talk?”

She spins in her chair and stands, gesturing to the loveseat for him to sit, which she does as well.

“I’m sorry I was short with you when you invited Nancy here.”

“No, I should apologize for inviting her here without your knowledge. I shouldn’t have assumed anything and I…I just wanted to give you your best possible step in the right direction.”

Steve pulls her into a hug “I know, thanks for everything, Aunt Joyce.”

They stay in the embrace for a while before parting. “So is it going well then? With Nancy?”

He told her everything he’d talked about with Nancy over her time at the palace (minus his confessions about a certain visiting Lord), “I think we will make this work out just fine.”

“I am so happy for you Steve, thank you for telling me.” she smiles at him, placing a hand on his shoulder

“Well, there’s one other thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

–

“Why am I so damn nervous? We both knew this was coming anyway but now it’s here and I can’t get rid of the pit in my stomach and…” Steve trails off and looks to his gathered audience. The three people he trusts most (would have been four, but Hopper “actually has work to do.”) Robin, Joyce, and (surprisingly) Dustin sit on one of the couches in his suite and watch him pace back and forth at the end of his bed.

“You can do this, Steve; you both know what is in store for you and like you said, both knew this was coming.”

“You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

“You’re only nervous because you have that giant rock in your pocket.”

The other three laugh at Dustin’s observation, and it was true, the ring that’d previously belonged to Steve’s grandmother was a hell of a ring. “Yeah, that’d do it.” Steve chuckles, “OK. I can do this.”

He and Nancy had talked about this previously too, they’d be outside under Genovia’s famous pear tree, in view of the paparazzi when they were called and eventually showed up. To do it in front of the media will cement the fact that much faster and hopefully give them enough time to make wedding arrangements.

It was insane that it’d only been a week since his birthday and now here he was, about to propose to a princess just to keep his family’s legacy.

“Here you are, Nance.” Steve hands her the small velvet box that he’d been toying with in his pocket all day.

She puts on a great questioning look that morphs expertly into feigned surprise when she opens it. She puts her free hand to her chest and says “Oh, Steve..”

“It was my grandmother’s ring, she and my grandfather were married for 54 years, Joyce thought it’d be good luck.”

Nancy smiles at him softly, “Do I have to put it on myself?”

“No, no, I can do that.” Steve chuckles. He takes the ring from the box and slides it onto Nancy’s ring finger, though it’s a bit big for her. They can both hear the incessant snapping of the paparazzo’s cameras as soon as he does. “I'll get it resized for you while you’re gone.” he says and gives her a wink.

“It’s beautiful, Steve, thank you.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek and he hears the cameras start up once again.

“Nice move.” he says and they laugh to themselves as Steve helps her up and they head back inside.

-

“Fly the lovebirds..” Murray speaks into his earpiece as he watches Steve and Nancy approach the door to the palace’s front staircase.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Only if you are Steve.”

He nods resolutely and takes her right hand in his left before stepping forward and out onto the landing.

Hundreds of people have gathered to celebrate his and Nancy’s engagement. They have flooded onto the front lawn, some were wearing fake tiaras and crowns and most were waving the small Genovian flags.

He and Nancy stop at the railing and wave to the masses, taking it in for a moment and smiling for his people.

“I can’t believe they’re all here for us.” he leans over slightly to say to Nancy

“Hm?” she hadn’t heard him over the crowd so he tries once more, this time sweeping his arm out at the citizens

Speaking a bit louder this time, Steve says “It’s crazy they’re all here for u_” and cuts himself off as his hand comes into contact with something and it moves away from him; reacting immediately, he scrabbles for the small pot of flowers and clutches it to himself, seeing some of the crowd laughing, but he hopes he pulled off that save.

Nancy, the hero she is, takes the other pot from the railing, raising it to the crowd minutely and turning back into the palace with Steve. 

Dustin is doubled over in laughter.

“You are the dingi-est Dingus that there’s ever been.” Robin is shaking her head and laughing at him as she takes the pot from him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know_Dustin, seriously it wasn’t that funny..dammit, you too Nancy? All I am is hated in this place. Hated!”

–

“Seems you were wrong, dad, Steve’s managed to find a wife within a week.

“Stephan can’t possibly be happy with the concept of an arranged marriage.”

He thinks for a moment before continuing “and if I know anything about her highness, she couldn’t be happy with the idea of any marriage..Your task is to romance her. Show her what a real relationship could be. One with fire, and passion!”

Eddie was still caught on “romance her” so it takes him a moment to catch up to what his father said. “And change her mind about Steve.” he says flatly.

“Precisely; the 30 day deadline expires, and the throne is ours.”

The only thing Eddie can think is what his heart is screaming at him; “Forget the girl, get Steve! Show Steve what a relationship with you could be like. Woo him. Woo him!!”

–

Later, with Nancy already turned in for the night since she was returning home the next day for a short time, Robin similarly zonked out from her own meetings with a handful of dignitaries she’d offered to take from Steve while Nancy was visiting, Steve had time to himself.

His thoughts were going a mile a minute (When will the wedding actually be? When is Nancy coming back again? Who does he bring the ring to in order to be resized? He needs to get new wedding bands for the two of them. He needs to start prepping for his coronation ceremony too…), so, as usual, he started walking.

He started meandering down hall after hall and had been for a while when something pulled him out of it.

From ahead of him, down the darkened hallway, a door, about half-open, was spilling warm light and laughter into the hall. Curious, Steve walked forward as quietly as possible, though his steps couldn’t have been heard over whoever it was that spoke from inside.

“....you are all backed into a corner, literally. Only Will the Wise still stands, weakened, but far better off than the rest of his party, standing between his friends and the horrible demogorgon.”

‘Is that Eddie?’ is the first thought that comes to mind as he finally comes to the open door. Every other thought is wiped from his brain at the sight of him, standing over a table covered in papers, small little things that look like weird shaped dice, and a couple figures like the one Steve had seen Eddie painting that day. His hair was completely down, and it was wild. It was full, curly, and Steve wanted to sink his hands into it and pull, just to see if doing so would pull any noises from that perfect throat of his. 

“I cast fireball!”

Steve is startled out of his thoughts at the sound of another voice. He was so lost in EddieEddieEddie that he completely missed that there were other people sitting at the table. ‘Holy shit, pull yourself together Steve, the fuck is wrong with you??’

The voice was Will, and Steve could see Dustin and Mike at the table as well. Behind the table on a small couch, were Max and Ellie, the latter of whom looked to be re-braiding the former’s hair.

Will rolled one of the weird looking dice and for some reason this was the moment that the Dungeons & Dragons game that Lady Applejack said she loved and the D&D that Dustin somehow knew Mike played were one in the same. ‘Duh, Dingus.’ he could hear Robin’s voice tell him in his head.

Everyone at the table was looking at Will’s die, whatever it had landed on must’ve been a big deal because everyone jumped up and started celebrating. Eddie’s voice cut through the commotion and said “Will the Wise cast straight and true, hitting the beast directly in the center of its chest! It’s completely engulfed in flame, and crumbles to the ground in ashes mere seconds later.”

Steve is so completely captivated by Eddie that it’s the shuffling of the other teens gathering up their things that startles him out of his trance. He hurries down the hall and around the next turn before anyone can see him, and sets off back towards his suite.

The overwhelming worried thoughts that plagued him only minutes before are now replaced by thoughts of Eddie and a heart burning so hot Steve can almost feel his chest above it crumbling into ash like that damn demo-whatever from their game.

–

Murray finds him on the steps of the ballroom the next morning, finishing up a call as he starts to pass.

He stops on the same step Steve is sitting on and doesn’t say anything for a moment, long enough for Steve to look up from his journal in curiosity.

“Why, may I ask, are you sitting on the steps of the ballroom?”

“Thinkin’ I suppose.”

“Ah, so we’re hiding from Dustin then?”

Steve winces minutely "...Maybe.."

Murray blinks at him before he remembers he has a phone in his hand and moves to finish taking the call. He makes sure the mouthpiece is turned away before telling Steve: “Nancy’s plane just took off; I’m assuming she already has plans to call once she lands?”

“Yep, thanks Murray.”

He bounds up the stairs two at a time and Steve rolls his eyes at his retreating form.

Giving a quick look around, Steve pulls the velvet box out of his pocket and opens it. He’d made sure to get the ring back from Nancy before she left to have it resized and cleaned, and already made plans to go with Hopper later on to drop it off himself, but for now, he just admires it. It’s a true antique, created specifically for his grandmother when she was to be wed to Stephan the First, created around a huge round diamond that shone like the moon.

Someone whistling pulls him out of his thoughts and he snaps the box shut just as Edmund comes into view from between the two staircases.

He’s dressed sharply in all black, his wild curls pulled up fully into a messy bun at the back of his head. The new hairdo and the unbuttoned top buttons on his shirt leave the full column of his throat bare to the world and Steve has to swallow away the evidence of how much his mouth had started watering at the sight.

Edmund glances at the box in Steve’s hand “Are you having second thoughts?”

Steve huffs as he stands, shoving the box back in his pocket. “No actually, I was just admiring it. It was my grandmother’s you know, an_” Steve’s heart stops as Edmund crowds close to him.

Steve nearly stumbles down the two steps on shaky legs as he escapes from between the other man and the railing. “Well if you’ll excuse me, I need to see to some wedding details.” Steve starts up the opposite staircase and pushes his glasses up his nose as he realizes Eddie is following, just on the other set of stairs.

“I’m sorry, is there something you wanted to say to me?”

“No, no, you are the one who stomped on me with your big feet. And you know what they say about guys with big feet.”

Steve felt his face burn up at the insinuation and decided to ignore it (for now) “Well you know, you danced with my big feet.”

“That I did, big boy, but may I remind you that we only danced for about a minute.” Eddie said as he also reached the top of the stairs. 

Steve was taken a back for a moment ‘So he also thinks someone wouldn’t be able to fall for someone that quick.’ he thinks to himself, both fully realizing how ridiculous that sounded and also fully believing that somehow Eddie knew that he’d caught feelings in that short time.

“It was more than a minute.” Steve says to aloud to Eddie (and to himself).

“Maybe a minute and a half..” Eddie shrugs

“Fine. It was a minute and a half, but it was also a lie. Because you didn’t tell me who you really were or that you were trying to steal my crown.” Steve points his finger into Eddie's chest accusingly.

Eddie rolls his eyes at him “My apologies your highness, you see, normally, when I ask someone to dance, I make it a point to show them my family tree.” voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Murray? Have you seen Steve today?” Steve’s eyes widen as he hears Dustin's voice echoing down the hall in front of him.

“Nope, haven’t seen him.” Murray calls, a bit too loud “Wasn’t in the ballroom when I went through and I came right in from outside.”

Murray was giving him an escape.

Steve walked past Edmund, checking his shoulder a bit “You wanna know what else you were doing while you were doing your little lie dance?”

“The hell is a ‘lie dance’?”

“I’ll go check myself, thanks though Murray!”

Steve panicked, wanting to continue to confront Edmund and not wanting Dustin to walk in on it, he opened the next door he reached, a small broom closet, and gestured for Eddie to get in.

He looked confused, but smirked as he slid in past Steve who followed him in and shut the door. 

“You know very well what you were doing with your ha_”

“And what exactly was that, your highness?” Once again, Eddie crowded close to Steve, this time to reach past him and flip the lightswitch off.

For a brief moment, Steve allowed himself to be this close to Eddie, nearly wrapped up in him and fully engulfed in the spicy scent of his cologne before Eddie pulled back and Steve turned to flip the light back on.

“Exactly what you are trying to do now, you’re flirting with me to try and get one over on me.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” Eddie flips the lightswitch again, staying in Steve’s space this time, lips pulled into that same smirk and eyes hooded.

“Yes, and it_” Steve turned the light back on and pressed himself into Eddie’s space, this time doing his best to whisper-threaten him “And it’s not going to work on m_”

Suddenly the door was flung open, Steve snapped his head over to look at who opened it and pushed Eddie back away from him at the same time.

Dustin stood there, slack-jawed, then quickly pulled himself together “My apologies your highness, Lord Muñoz.” and closed the door on the two of them again.

Steve wanted to say something as he did, but the door closed on them before he could utter out a single syllable.

After a moment, Eddie reached his arm in front of Steve to flip the light off once again “So, where were we?” he purred in Steve’s ear.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Steve turned his head to Edmund and spoke quietly “You are trying to ruin me and I won’t let you.” then let himself out, slamming the door behind him and on the other’s face.

He heard the door creak open soon after, “You’re the one who told me to get in there in the first place!” Edmund called after Steve, having already started off to find Dustin.

Steve clenched his fists tighter and continued on his way.

Chap. 5 here!

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The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

hellooooo, fellow figure skating enthusiast here!! im so sad to hear abt yuzuru :( do u think nathan's score was too over the top or good enough? i feel like ever since 2018 hes become the judges favorite and his scores have been increasing consistently... dont u think thats a bit weird? sorry if my wording sounds off

Hello, it’s totally fine to feel sad for Yuzu, but I think we should not forget, that his prime goal was the 4A and not a medal of any other color than Gold. And I think Yuzu can be proud of his accomplishments and there was no need for him to proof anything in Beijing at all. And a 4th place finish is not bad and certainly not diminishing any of his past achievements. He is still the legend and will remain a legend.

I think this is the question many ppl were curious about, so I hope I can use your ask as a chance to explain my stance on things. And sorry that I took such a long time to answer.

There are many layers to the question and this is also why it's not so easy to answer. I want to look at both Nathan’s and Yuzu’s scores because you mentioned both in your ask and imo the upset about Nathan’s scores are often in relation to Yuzu’s lower scores.

So these are the two layers I try to explain:

A) the way it could/should have been scored  B) the way it was scored and how things currently sadly work in judging

I tackle those two layers under the cut as the reply turned out rather long.

My conclusion first, because honestly I have no idea who wants to read this whole details mess of an explanation:

I think over the last 4 years Nathan’s scores are debatable and often unnecessarily over the top. What cannot be denied though is that there are things beside his passport that is playing in his favor: his consistency, his level of difficulty of jumps that was constantly higher than those of his rivals (BV), not only higher than Yuzu’s, and that being unbeaten for almost 4 seasons besides that one mishap at Skate America 2021 makes a difference in scoring, it makes the scores rise. (You can see that with Yuma too over the course of this season, his scores constantly grew with each win and the PCS rose too. And you could also see the opposite happening to Shoma in the past, when he was in the slump he didn’t receive the same amount of GOEs or PCS like he used to.) It’s not how it should be at all, but this is a trend you can see with a lot of skaters through all disciplines. So following this sport for an amount of years scores of a particular skater increasing constantly is actually nothing new and also not Nathan exclusive. 

I do think that Nathan deserved to win. He had two visible clean skates and showed an incredible level of difficulty. I do think though that especially his PCS are far too high. 97 PCS for the free skate definetly rubbed me the wrong way when Jason Brown (and I am not even a  Jason fan) with intricate skating received an even lower PCS (Yuzu was limited through his falls with a PCS cap, but to Jason it didn’t apply that’s why I use Jason as example) and also imo Nathan’s basic skating is rather scratchy, he has no knee bend, his edges aren’t as clear as of those of all 3 Japanese men. And I don’t even want to touch the subject of Nathan’s transitions or the lack of (but admittedly this is a problem for many top skaters except Jason and Yuzu). But I do think that Nathan performs in his own way and that his programs suited him, so I wouldn’t say he doesn’t deserve any good PCS and a problem in PCS in general is that the categories aren’t really seen diverse. If you get a 9 in one segment, you will receive something around that for all other segments too. I think that the margin between Yuzu and Nathan was far too big, despite Yuzu’s mistakes and I also don’t think that Nathan’s difficulty alone should have given him a 20 points lead over 2nd Yuma (who was also pretty clean) and almost 50 points lead over Yuzu. I am not a fan of rescoring but at least on PCS alone I would deduct about 15-20 points over both programs from Nathan - I would probably give looking at what everyone else received 86-88 PCS for the FS and about 40-42 PCS for the SP - (btw would deduct a bit on Yuma too, so the result still wouldn’t change).

But even if I don’t agree on Nathan’s scores I do understand where they are coming from and it’s also in the realm of what he usually scored over the last seasons, so I think we cannot detach just one event from all the others and score it completely differently, because even though the system definetly makes scoring from scratch possible, the way the system has been used since the start, it’s not scored from scratch, but bases a lot on reputation. If it’s on purpose or not judges still tend to think in categories of the 6.0 system. The system may have changed, but sadly most judged are still the same. And new judges also cannot judge completely out of the box what everyone else judges or they will get replaced. So while I don’t agree with the scoring, the problem lies in the system and in the humans that aren’t willing to comply to the rulebook invented, not in certain skaters.

What imo makes Nathan’s scores so frustrating is that he wouldn’t need to be shooted up so high to win. Would have been totally fine for him to win with 20 points less and then imo less ppl would complain about his scores. The general problem is the feel that quality isn’t rewarded over quantity and then on top for not rewarding the quality, the scoring is still as if Nathan would have a higher quality, which is utter nonsense, he already is rewarded in BV for quantity and difficulty, no need to reward him for quality that isn’t there. This is the true crime, not that Nathan wins, but that his scores imply he would have no areas to improve.

For a detailed explanation on all of this and more and how Nathan’s and Yuzu’s scores came together, you can further read under the cut. 

1st Base Value 

For the possible BVs let me refer to my scoring predictions of the SP and FS to see maximum scores and what GOEs Yuzu and Nathan received throughout the season

Nathan had an advantage of BV from the start, but with Yuzu’s mistake (a required jump being nonexistent) his BV dropped even more. 

Base Value awarded at the event as follows:

Nathan SP 49,87 (no mistake) Nathan FS 94,34 BV (mistake in the free a 1F instead of 3F, a spin got level 2V) = 144,21 BV Yuzu SP 36,10 (1S instead of 4S) Yuzu FS 89,93 BV (mistake underrotation on the 4A) = 126,03 BV Point difference is 18,8 points between Nathan and Yuzu.

I think the BV is the least debatable part in the scoring of these two. If we want to look at something it would be UR calls and levels given. I think there is no debate about Yuzu's calls. Nathan if we want to be picky we could probably find some things to debate, but I haven't looked into it. Simple reason, this tech panel was lenient on all skaters from place 24 to 1. For the FS there are 5 UR calls in total (one Yuzu's 4A) and like 6 "q". This isn't much considering there were 168 jumps performed by the men in the free skate. Imo the panel has to follow a line for all skaters. It would be unfair if you are overly critical of some and lenient to others like it happened at the Women SP. So yes a different panel might have seen some things differently and maybe it would changed placements but still in the end it's about fairness and same judging standard on everyone and for the tech panel judging in the men event I see no unfair behavior.

2nd GOEs = Grade of Execution

I think @SkatingScores (Twitter) does a fabulous job in displaying details of the scores, you can see much better which judge gave what GOE and PCS. So here are the FS scores and SP scores (pls look at the Twitter)

Let's see how many + GOEs Yuzu vs Nathan earned in their short programs and free skates, but let's also remember that Yuzu had two falls in his FS, so received negative GOEs for two of 7 jumping passes. And Yuzu also had a 1S which gave completely 0. So again here was a disadvantage for Yuzu.

Nathan GOEs: +16,11 (SP) and +27,07 (FS) = 43,18 GOEs in total

Yuzu GOEs: +11,97 (SP) +9,69 (FS) = 21,66 GOEs in total

You can clearly see that Yuzu received far lower GOEs, which is on one side understandable because of the mistakes of Yuzu, but especially in the FS the differece is still extreme. If you look at the protocol you can see that Yuzu’s GOEs aren’t low, but some jumping passes could definetly have gotten a bit more GOEs. 

I think this is a part where the original idea of a wider GOE range was good, but in reality it became a tool for altering the results in certain skaters favor. Normally it should benefit skaters who perform elements with higher quality. The reality is far from that. I wouldn't say the GOEs that Yuzu received are downright wrong, though could also been higher. But the question is does Nathan deserve this high GOEs in comparison? If we compare jumps of Nathan from 2018 and 2022 do you think they look different? Better? More creative entries, exits? No? Well his GOEs would imply that his quality has risen. I don't think that Nathan should receive 0 for his good landed jumps, because that's also a bit too harsh, but +5 should not happen. His jump technique is undeniable stable, besides his Axel. I won’t go into detail, how the requirement for the GOEs are. I think the department where Nathan lacks is definetly creative entry and exit to his jumps and his 3A technique is really horrendous and definetly not effortless, so should be limited to +1 GOE at best) And what irks me more than Nathan’s jumps are his spins. I mean yes ok he got a level “deducted” this time, but I wouldn’t give any of Nathan’s spin +4/5 because his positions are not aethetically pleasing and also not creative. Yuzu on the other hand should receive +5 all across the board for his spins imo. And also like I explained in the beginning Nathan’s edges aren’t deep, so the quality of his steps is also not as good.

Still there is yet again the same problem as with PCS, Nathan was the last skater of the event, he performed clean and this increases not only PCS but also GOEs. Judges tend to get more generous with GOEs for “clean” skates and the last group.

3rd PCS = Program component score

Let us take a look at PCS. I won't lay out all details, but here is the detailed chart how judges should apply PCS.

I think Nathan's PCS were far too high for both SP and FS. 47 PCS when Yuzu with a more complex program got the same, Shoma with better skating skills than Nathan had less...it just doesn't go together. 97 PCS for a free program that still had one mistake, minor but still, and also Nathan's basic stroking is rather scratchy, he lacks the knee bend all 3 Japanese guys display so well, yet his SS were valued higher. Complexity of program nowhere to be found to justify 9,5+ in all categories. You can maybe argue about PE and IN, but that's about it. I would cap his PCS at 88 at most for the free. I don't think there was no concept, or that he didn't perform, or that he should get the same PCS as the last skaters, because Nathan is indeed fast on the ice, he does steps and turns - the quality is a different matter - his SP especially isn't as empty - it lacks quality of edges - but it's not as basic as some low level junior skaters which some make it sound like. Yuzu on the other hand would fulfill all criteria to get 100% PCS, so 100 for the FS and 50 for the SP, but in both programs he made obvious errors.

In the SP there was one - the 1S, in the free skate 2 errors with the two falls. Hence his PCS are trapped at a certain maximum and this he did get. So imo Yuzu's PCS have been according to the rules. Maximum for a program with a mistake is 48,5 PCS for the SP and 91,5 PCS for the free skate. Yuzu earned 47,08 PCS for his SP and 90,44 PCS FS, this is not far from what he could get at maximum, so I think that was ok, but I don’t understand how Nathan could get close to maximum for a perfect skate as well, because the quality doesn’t match.

Nathan’s PCS are over the top. A 10,0 should only be given if you can't do it better at all and I think there are many parts where Nathan could improve. Look at the number of 10s, I just ugh...wth There was no component under 9,5, which is defined as “excellent”...I have no words left for this joke.

But it’s not the first time he received several 10,0 and higher PCS than everyone else and admittedly it would have been rather comical if judges suddenly decided Nathan will get PCS under 90, a thing that never happened since 2018 for a clean skate. He is scored this way for the last 4 years. 

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It's bad that judging is this way but this is what judging has become, it prefers clean skates and many quads over quality. And you know what? Yuzu knows all of  this, he could have played by that too. But he chose not to follow this pass to please judges and get the results, he chose to do things his way. Was it worth it? In terms of medals? Probably not. But he stayed true to himself and I said it before and I say it again: Yuzu is beyond titles and medals. He won all what the sport does offer. He is already a legend. Yuzu's name is written in the history books many times. It remains to be seen if ppl will remember Nathan in 10 years. Olympic champions are many ppl, world champions even more, but there are only a few ppl who are remembered as legends. And Yuzu is a legend.

And with this I conclude this monstrosity of a post. I hope I have explained myself well enough and for any further question, don’t be afraid to ask, just don’t expect prompt answers.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Adorable - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing, slice of life, Bakugou kinda ooc but still lovable

Summary: Honestly it’s just some scenarios of Bakugou and Y/N being an adorable couple. It’s also just some moments in their lives as a couple

“Annnddd....done!” You squealed as you got your setup ready. You were currently setting up a cupcake tower on a table after you spent days baking. UA needed some funds so they set up a little event to raise money. Students could either participate in raising money or giving money and Y/N chose to do a little cupcake sale to help out. What a sweetheart.

“It looks amazing Y/N,” Mina said as she tried to grab a cupcake. You smacked her hand away before she snatched one. “Ow!”

“Those aren’t free Mina, they’re important too.” You explained as you picked up a stack of flyers to pass out.

“I know they’re important! They’re gonna save my life! I didn’t get to eat breakfast and I’m starvingggg.” You laughed at your best friend before you took a few steps away from your table to pass out the papers.

“Well unless you pay for it, you can’t have it. Besides, I put a lot of work into them. I spent a week in the kitchen and I just spent 4 hours setting up the table. Cant let them go to waste and just give ‘em for free.” you said as you gave away the flyers.

What you didn’t realize was that behind you at your table, Bakugou and Kirishima had stumbled upon your cupcake table and silently went in to grab one. Unfortunately, they weren’t the most graceful and tipped over your entire setup. They looked at each other in shock and quickly scrambled to fix their mistake as you were distracted. The boys picked up the table and quickly went to gather the cakes.

“I put a lot of time into them. There’s sugar free, dairy free-“

“Do you have any that are just free free? I’m really hungry.” Mina whined and you gave in.

“Fine, I’ll let you have a cupcake if you help me with the sale. You can make sure the table stays neat and tidy!” you bargained to which Mina agreed. However, as you said that, Bakugou had tipped the table again after he bumped into it while picking up cupcakes and Kirishima gave him a look that screamed ‘duuudeee seriously?!’ As he was on his knees picking up the sweets.

“Hey, maybe we can get Bakugou and Kirishima to help us too!” Mina offered.

“Ehh, I don’t know. They’d probably just want to eat everything,” you warned as you hung up one flyer.

“I doubt they’d put food in their mouths if it meant helping the school.” She tried to defend them but behind your backs, the boys panicked when they didn’t know what to do and just stuffed the cakes in their mouths. They left evidence all over their hands and face.

“Well, let’s get this bake sale started!” You said and when you both turned around to face your table, you saw it on the ground along with a few cupcakes. The rest of them were in the hands and mouths of Kirishima and Bakugou as you both watched them continue to chow down on the desserts. Once they noticed you guys staring they froze, dropped the cupcakes, pointed towards each other, and spoke with full mouths at the same time.

“.....he did it.” They both said with frosting and cake all in their hands, mouths, and faces.

—

Here’s the situation. Y/N has been directed to keep a low profile due to her being targeted by a few villains. She wasn’t down for that especially since her and Bakugou were a duo. She knew Bakugou could handle himself but it made her feel better knowing they were both looking out for each other on the field. And so, to keep fighting by his side, she went under an Alias hero name, Blaze, and gave herself a new look for the time being. She wore a very subtle and natural wig, different makeup, and wore a bandana mask that covered half her face.

Bakugou of course knew who she was, along with the rest of the former students in 1-A, but they went along with it so that Y/N can continue to fight. Unfortunately, “Blaze,” grew popular as people began to notice Bakugou’s “new” hero partner and eventually, the duo got an interview that wanted an inside scoop on all things Blaze. So here we are at that interview.

“You know Dynamight, I think I like this new partner better than H/N,” the interviewer said. Bakugou and the rest of 1-A grew a shocked and fearful look on their faces once those words left the poor man’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” Y/N aka Blaze said.

“Well, Blaze, I think you just have this special something that H/N never had. And, I think you’re more talented than her.” Ironic since the man is speaking to the same girl just with a different name. Once he said that though, the former students all grew shocked faces that were the embodiment of “😧😯” as they awaited for Y/N’s reply.

“Heh...what?” Y/N laughed trying to play it off and not be detected, “H/N is brilliant. You have no idea what you are talking about,” Y/N said with a slight smile but 100% attitude. Bakugou looked at his girlfriend with hesistant eyes as he was worried she would kill the man.

“I think I do,” the man started, “see, you just bring this fresh new look for Dynamight that H/N never brought.”

Bakugou was pissed this man was talking about his Y/N like that but he was in the eye of the public and had to keep a cool cover and so he quickly jumped to try and save this interviewer from Y/N’s wrath.

“H/N was also fresh! Heh..some might even say that H/N and Blaze have the same amount of ..fre-freshness.�� Bakugou tried to counter but the man kept going.

“Well in my opinion, Y/N L/N wasnt an impactful or important part of your success at all. She was overrated.” And Bakugou’s face grew worried and shocked as his head snapped towards Y/N to gaze her reaction.

“Huh! What do you know?! You don’t fight villains or save lives!” Y/N aka Blaze said as she stood from her seat and walked towards the man. “You just sit there with your over-gelled, swoopy hair as you read and ask stupid questions off of stupid cards!” She said and took the cards out of his hands and threw them at the man.

Bakugou was quick to stand and try to take the attention away from the scene. “Hey uh..my-my team will be coming out with new Dynamight merch so stay tuned for that!..heh...”

“And another thing,” Y/N said as her intense stare never left the interviewer’s. “H/N has worked too hard to be treated with such disrespect! Am I right everyone?!” She asked the crowd in the audience as they all cheered in agreement.

“See this is what I’m talking about!” The man said as he stood up with you and Katsuki. “This is that exact fire that Y/N lacks!”

“Oh I’ll show you fire!” You said as you went to jump the man but before you got a chance Bakugou was quick to grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He turned to the man and apologized and created a casual conversation as you hung from his shoulders, fist-pumping with the crowd as they cheered on your alias name.

“Goodnight everyone!” Bakugou screamed as he ran off with you and out of the building. He took you home and you both had to take a breather from the insane night.

—

“Baby?” Bakugou screamed into your dorm room as he couldn’t find you. He just got back from a training session in the forest with Aizawa and had been looking for you all day. He just wants to see his teddy bear.

“Baby?” Checked the common rooms..nothing.

“Babyyy?” Checked the kitchens...nope.

“Y/N?” Checked the school..not here either.

“Teddy Bear?” Checked the gym..you already know. Bakugou got tired and went to the rooftop.

“TEDDY BEAARRRRRRRR!!!!” He screamed to the world. He still got nothing but then he heard feet running up the stairs and the door bust open. He turned in hopes of it being his loving girlfriend but instead he saw his 4 friends.

“BAKUGOU! SHUT UP!” They all screamed at him.

“Oh shut up idiots! I’m trying to find my girlfriend here!” Bakugou said and as he was getting ready to yell again, the Bakusquad shut him up and dragged him to his dorm room.

“Did you check there?!” Mina asked and she and the rest of the squad walked away. Bakugou walked in and saw you peacefully sleeping in his bed and out of nowhere his annoyed thoughts all left him as he smiled at your slumbering state. He took off his bags and shoes as he jumped into bed with you and smothered your face in quick kisses.

You finally woke up to the ticklish feeling of your loving boyfriend and giggled as he assaulted you with his love. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“I’ve been looking for you Princess,” Bakugou said as his lips were on your cheek. His face was smooshed into yours as he inhaled your sweet scent. He loved it here.

“You need something, love?” You asked as you turned to face him. You watched as Bakugou just nodded his head and poked his lips out. Yes. Bakugou Katsuki did all that searching and yelling for a single peck on the lips from you. It was all he craved for and he was gonna get it. You smiled as you rolled your eyes and gave in. The sweet peck was enough to make Bakugou combust as he sighed in satisfaction and flopped onto his bed, bringing you down with you him.

“Thank you!” He said with shut eyes and a contempt smile.

“Sure babe, anytime,” you said as you cuddled into him and drifted back off to sleep. Katsuki following you, dreaming about giving you even more kisses.

—

Y/N had been meditating. Due to her quirk, it was good that she’d get some R&R during these peaceful and quiet states. Until her boyfriend walked in. Bakugou Katsuki, who is very much the opposite of peaceful and quiet.

“Baby?” He asked. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He said with a pretty chirpy attitude and a small smile.

“Go away,” you smiled sweetly at him for a second before turning back around.

“THAT’S JUST MEAN!”

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A/N: idk I thought this was cute :/