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ivannakoopagirl14 · 4 months ago

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Happy birthday browser junior

Bowser Jr.’s Grand Birthday Bash

The halls of Bowser’s Castle were alive with energy. Banners of red, gold, and black hung from every stone wall, torches burned brighter than usual, and the grand throne room had been completely transformed into the most extravagant party space in all of the Koopa Kingdom. A massive cake—easily the size of a battle tank—stood in the center, decorated with frosting shaped like Bowser Jr.’s signature bandana. Colorful balloons and streamers covered every surface, and tables overflowed with gifts, sweets, and all the best food a royal feast could offer.

Today wasn’t just any day—it was Bowser Jr.’s birthday, and everyone in the castle was determined to make it the best day ever.

The Spoiled Birthday Prince Arrives

Loud trumpet fanfare blared as Kamek, floating above the ground with his usual serious expression, cleared his throat and declared:

“Presenting the birthday boy, royal heir to the Koopa Kingdom, Prince Bowser Jr.!”

The doors swung open, and Bowser Jr. strutted in with the biggest, smuggest grin on his face. He was dressed in a special royal shell polish, a new spiked bracelet on his wrist, and his favorite bib perfectly tied around his neck. He absolutely loved being the center of attention, and today was all about him.

The Koopalings, standing together in a row, burst into cheers.

“Happy birthday, Jr.!” Larry called excitedly, bouncing on his heels.

“Hope you’re ready for the ultimate party!” Ludwig added with a regal nod.

Morton clapped his massive hands together. “YES! BIRTHDAY! BIG CELEBRATION! FUN TIME FOR BABY BROTHER!”

“I made sure all the decorations were perfect!” Wendy chimed in, flipping her hair. “This party had to be fabulous, duh.”

“Iggy and I set up all the games!” Lemmy giggled, cartwheeling in place.

“Yep! And they’re all Jr.-approved!” Iggy added, adjusting his glasses. “Only the most chaotic ones, of course.”

“Got ya the best music, too!” Roy smirked, thumping his chest. “Ain’t a party without some killer beats.”

Bowser Jr. crossed his arms and grinned even wider. “Well, duh! Of course my party’s awesome! It’s my birthday, so it’s gotta be the best!”

Bowser’s Grand Gift

From the other side of the room, the King of the Koopas himself, Bowser, stomped forward, towering over the crowd. Despite his usual gruffness, he looked surprisingly proud.

“Alright, alright, enough standing around!” Bowser’s deep voice boomed. “I got somethin’ for ya, kid.”

Jr.’s eyes lit up instantly. “Ooooh! What is it?! What is it?!”

Bowser snapped his fingers, and a group of Koopa Troop soldiers rushed forward, struggling to push a massive gift box wrapped in shiny gold paper. The box was shaking slightly, whatever was inside clearly trying to get out.

Jr. practically vibrated with excitement as he ripped the wrapping paper off. The moment he yanked the lid open, a brand-new Clown Car—this one sleeker, way more tricked out than his old one—floated out! It had spikes, a custom paint job, and even flame decals on the sides.

“WHOOOA! This is SO COOL!” Jr. shouted, immediately jumping into the driver’s seat. He pressed a few buttons, and the Clown Car spun in the air, firing confetti cannons.

Bowser crossed his arms, smirking. “Had Kamek enchant it myself. Stronger defenses, better controls—and you got a built-in snack holder.”

Jr. gasped. “You’re the BEST, Dad!”

Bowser ruffled his son’s hair. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t go crashin’ it first thing.”

The Ultimate Party Begins!

With gifts exchanged, the party truly kicked off.

Games Galore: Lemmy and Iggy’s games were a massive hit. Jr. and the Koopalings played “Pin the Tail on Mario” (which Jr. obviously won), Shell Dodgeball, and an epic obstacle course that had Jr. zooming through loops and rings in his new Clown Car.

Music Madness: Roy made sure the music was loud and wild, and soon enough, the entire castle was rocking. Morton even grabbed a microphone and tried singing. It was painfully loud, but Jr. laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his Clown Car.

Food Feast: Wendy made sure the food was top-tier, from steaming hot Koopa burgers to Bowser’s signature spicy lava wings. Jr. devoured at least three plates.

And then, the cake arrived.

Jr.’s eyes widened as Kamek levitated it in front of him. “A cake fit for a prince, if I do say so myself,” Kamek announced. It had Jr.’s face in icing on top, complete with a little edible Clown Car.

“BEST. CAKE. EVER.” Jr. declared before smashing a fork into it.

The Night Ends with a Bang

As the day went on, Jr. was absolutely soaking in all the attention. He was showered with praise, gifts, and way too much sugar. And just when he thought the party couldn’t get any better—

BOOM!

Fireworks exploded outside the castle, lighting up the night sky with bursts of red, gold, and green. Jr. looked up, his face glowing from the light of the display.

The Koopalings gathered around him, all of them looking just as excited.

“This was the best birthday ever, huh, Jr.?” Larry grinned.

Jr. smirked, arms crossed. “Duh. But every birthday of mine is the best.”

Lemmy giggled. “But this one was extra special, right?”

Jr. looked at all his siblings, his dad, Kamek, and the soldiers who had worked so hard to make this day amazing. His spoiled nature wanted to say, Well, yeah, obviously!—but for just a moment, he softened.

“…Yeah,” he finally admitted. “This was the best.”

Bowser smirked and pulled his son into a one-armed hug. “Happy birthday, Jr.”

As the fireworks exploded above, laughter and cheers filled the castle. The spoiled prince had been properly celebrated, and the Koopalings had proven themselves as the best big siblings ever.

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okasuka · 4 months ago

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Title: Speed of Thought

Post-Mission Patch-Up

The med bay smelled like antiseptic and burnt fabric. Y/N sat on the counter, dabbing at a scrape on her shoulder with a disinfectant wipe. Her black and orange goggles stayed firmly on, shielding her identity from anyone but Dick, who leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“Ugh, that was brutal,” Wally groaned, flopping onto the bench across from her, still in his Kid Flash suit. His mask was pushed up just enough to let him talk freely. “Remind me never to pick a fight with a meta who can control gravity. Not a fun time.”

Y/N hummed in agreement, carefully re-wrapping her arm.

“But, man,” Wally continued, voice perking up, “there’s this girl at my school, right? She’s so—ugh, I don’t even know how to describe her.”

Dick smirked from the doorway, already knowing exactly where this was going. Y/N, however, paused in her movements but stayed silent.

“She’s kind of quiet but, like, not shy? More like—selective. And she’s got this… aggressive but nice vibe, like she could tear you apart verbally but also probably help an old lady cross the street after.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from reacting.

“She’s got this whole mystery thing going on, but also, when she talks, it’s really smart stuff, you know? And sometimes she just looks at me like she knows something I don’t. It’s kind of terrifying. Kind of hot.”

Dick snorted. Y/N shot him a glare.

Wally leaned back against the bench, hands behind his head. “I think I’m gonna ask her out.”

Y/N nearly dropped her bandages. Dick had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from outright laughing.

“You’re awfully invested in this,” Y/N finally said, voice as neutral as she could manage.

“Well, yeah! I mean, I think she likes me, but she’s always so busy.” He stretched his arms with a dramatic groan. “Tomorrow’s the day. I’m gonna do it. Gotta take the shot, you know?”

Dick raised an eyebrow at Y/N, who sighed and rolled her shoulders.

“Right,” she muttered. “Good luck with that.”

The Next Day – Central City High

The hum of students chatting and lockers slamming filled the hallways as Y/N swapped out her books, already mentally preparing for the evening’s training session with the Titans. She barely had time to register the sudden presence at her side before Wally West leaned against the lockers next to hers, grinning.

“Hey, Y/N.”

She glanced at him briefly before turning back to her locker. “West.”

His grin didn’t falter. “So, I was thinking,” he started, rocking on his heels, “you, me, dinner this weekend. Maybe a movie. You know, classic date stuff.”

Y/N paused. Ah. So he actually followed through. She shut her locker, books in hand, and gave him a once-over. He looked confident—cocky, even—but there was a flicker of genuine nervousness behind his usual bravado.

She exhaled, shifting her weight. “Can’t.”

Wally blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, what? Why not?”

“Busy.”

“Busy?” he repeated, tilting his head. “Like, all weekend?”

“Yep.”

Wally narrowed his eyes playfully. “Are you avoiding me?”

Y/N smirked slightly, brushing past him. “If I was, I’d be doing a better job.”

Wally stared after her, utterly baffled. He wasn’t used to rejection—at least, not one this blunt. But instead of discouraging him, it only made him more intrigued.

Meanwhile, Y/N walked down the hall, already thinking about the evening’s sparring drills. If only Wally knew just how busy she really was.

And, more importantly, just how close he had gotten to the truth.

Got it! Here’s the continuation:

Training Grounds – Titans Tower

Y/N adjusted the straps on her gloves, rolling her shoulders as she stepped onto the sparring mat. Across from her, Wally stretched, his signature grin plastered across his face.

“So,” he started, lazily jogging in place, “you free this weekend yet?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow behind her goggles. “We’re literally training right now, West.”

“Multitasking,” he shot back. “I can flirt and dodge punches at the same time.”

Y/N lunged forward without warning, forcing Wally to speed-step out of the way. “Oh, so you admit you’ll be dodging?” she quipped.

“Pfft, please,” Wally scoffed, darting around her. “I’m just giving you a chance to keep up.”

Y/N didn’t humor that with a response. Instead, she pivoted sharply and swept a kick at his legs, forcing him to actually move rather than just banter. The next few minutes were a blur of motion—Wally relying on speed, Y/N on precision. He’d underestimated her before, but not anymore.

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t push his luck.

“You know,” Wally continued between dodges, “Atomic kinda reminds me of someone I know.”

Y/N’s movements faltered for half a second. He caught it.

Interesting.

She recovered quickly, aiming a sharp jab at his chest, but Wally caught her wrist and leaned in slightly. “Strong, smart, a little aggressive but still kinda nice…” His voice dropped, teasing. “Sound familiar?”

Y/N yanked her arm free, stepping back. “I think you’ve been hit in the head too many times, West.”

Wally laughed, holding up his hands. “Alright, alright. No need to get violent.”

Y/N cracked her knuckles. “That’s literally the point of training.”

She turned on her heel and walked off the mat before he could get another word in.

Observation Deck – The Titans’ Usual Spectators

From the sidelines, Roy elbowed Dick. “He’s really laying it on thick, huh?”

Dick smirked. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Garth crossed his arms, watching as Y/N made her way over to Donna, the two falling into easy conversation. “So, when are we telling him?”

Roy snorted. “Let’s drag it out a little longer. It’s fun watching him suffer.”

Wally finally joined them, running a hand through his hair. “Man, she is impossible.”

Dick barely held back a laugh. “You’re just mad she’s not falling for your usual routine.”

Roy leaned forward, grinning. “Hey, West, serious question. What would you do if Atomic was the same girl from school?”

Wally scoffed. “Yeah, right. That’d be insane.”

The three exchanged glances.

Dick stretched exaggeratedly. “Well, in that case… congrats. You’re dating Atomic.”

Wally blinked. “Huh?”

Roy clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Atomic. Y/N. Same person.”

Wally stared.

Then blinked again.

Then turned to Dick.

“You’re messing with me.”

Dick just smiled. “Nope.”

“…You’re serious.”

“Yep.”

Wally turned back toward the training mat, where Y/N was now chatting with Donna and Garth like she hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes kicking his ass.

“Oh my God,” he muttered.

Garth chuckled. “Took you long enough.”

The Next Day – Central City

Y/N had barely sat down at her desk when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the message.

Wally: sooooooo free tonight?

Wally: titans aren’t training, no excuses

Y/N: wtf why are u so sure

Wally: bc ik ur atomic ;)

Y/N: …

Y/N: fine.

She sighed, setting her phone down.

That cocky bastard.

She was going on a date with Wally West.

And, despite herself… she wasn’t that mad about it.

Wally was already waiting outside the diner when Y/N showed up, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and a cocky grin on his face.

“Wow,” he said, tilting his head. “You actually showed up. I was half expecting you to ghost me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I considered it.”

He smirked. “But you didn’t. Which means you totally want to be here.”

“I’m here because you were annoying.”

“Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that.”

She huffed but didn’t argue as they stepped inside. The place was small, with the smell of fresh burgers and fries filling the air. Classic diner aesthetic. The kind of place Wally had probably been to a hundred times.

As they slid into a booth, Wally leaned on his elbows, watching her with that same amused expression.

“So, what’s the real reason you never told me?” he asked. “That you were Atomic, I mean.”

Y/N shrugged. “Didn’t see the point. You didn’t recognize me, so why ruin the fun?”

“Fun? You mean my emotional suffering?”

Y/N snorted. “Oh, please. You’re fine.”

“Barely,” he said dramatically. “Do you know how many nights I spent staring at my ceiling, thinking about how hot you—”

She kicked his shin under the table.

“OW—”

“That’s your fault,” she said, sipping her drink.

Wally pouted but quickly recovered. “Okay, okay. But seriously, you could’ve given me, like, one hint. Maybe something small. Like, ‘Hey, Wally, you’re an oblivious dumbass.’”

“I did,” she said dryly. “Several times.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “…Okay, yeah, that sounds right.”

Y/N chuckled, finally starting to relax. Maybe Wally wasn’t as insufferable as she thought.

Then, as he reached for the fries, she stuck her foot out under the table and hooked it around his ankle. With a swift tug, she sent him stumbling forward, nearly knocking over his drink.

“Whoa—”

He caught himself at the last second, blinking at her in betrayal.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Yep.”

“That’s cold, Atomic.”

“Should’ve seen it coming, West.”

Wally shook his head, but there was a grin on his face as he grabbed a fry and tossed one at her. She caught it midair and ate it without breaking eye contact.

“Okay, that was kinda hot,” Wally admitted.

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips.

Maybe—just maybe—this date wasn’t the worst idea after all.

Central City – The End of the Date

The night air was crisp as Y/N and Wally stepped out of the diner, their conversation still lingering in the air between them. The streets were quieter now, the occasional car passing by and streetlights buzzing faintly overhead.

Wally had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, still grinning like an idiot. “So,” he said, rocking back on his heels, “you had fun, right?”

Central City – The End of the Date

Y/N hummed, pretending to think. “Hmm. Define ‘fun.’”

“Oh, come on,” Wally groaned. “We both know you had a good time.”

She smirked, tilting her head. “Did I?”

Wally squinted at her, crossing his arms. “You laughed. Multiple times. That means you had fun.”

“Or maybe I was laughing at you.”

He pointed at her. “I’ll take it.”

She rolled her eyes but, despite herself, she really had enjoyed the night. Wally was insufferable, sure, but he was also easy to be around—especially now that the whole secret identity thing was out in the open. It was strangely nice, not having to keep her guard up.

They stopped at the corner, where their paths would split. Wally rocked on his heels, hesitating for a second. “Sooo… this was fun. We should do it again.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You’re that confident?”

He grinned. “Oh, absolutely.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. Then, before she could overthink it, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Wally froze.

His brain short-circuited.

When she pulled back, she was already turning away, hands tucked into her jacket pockets. “See you around, West.”

Wally touched his cheek like he needed to make sure it really happened. Then, realizing she was walking away, he called after her, “Wait—did you just—? Was that—?”

Y/N shot him a look over her shoulder. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Too late.

Titans Tower – The Homeboy Questioning

By the time Y/N got back to the Tower, it was late, and most of the team had already turned in for the night. Well, except for one person.

Dick was sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone like he hadn’t been waiting for her. When she stepped inside, he barely looked up.

“So,” he said, voice laced with amusement, “how was it?”

Y/N sighed, tossing her jacket onto the back of the chair. “I hate you.”

Dick smirked. “That good, huh?”

She sat down across from him, kicking her feet up on the table. “He’s annoying.”

“Yep.”

“He never shuts up.”

“Not once.”

“…And I might’ve had fun.”

Dick grinned. “Knew it.”

Y/N groaned, leaning back. “I should’ve never told you.”

“Oh, please, I would’ve figured it out anyway,” Dick said, waving a hand. “So, is there gonna be a second date, or do I need to start emotionally preparing Wally for heartbreak?”

She snorted. “I’ll think about it.”

Dick shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, okay. Keep telling yourself that.”

Late Night Texting

Y/N hadn’t even been lying down for five minutes when her phone buzzed.

Wally: soooooo

She stared at the screen.

Y/N: so what

Wally: so you kissed me

Y/N: it was barely a kiss, west

Wally: nah nah nah it was a kiss

Wally: u like me

Wally: admit it

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Y/N: i tolerate you at best

Wally: LIES

She huffed a quiet laugh.

Wally: cmonnn u had funnnn

Wally: just say it

Y/N: why would i boost ur ego like that

Wally: bc it already happened and im still gonna be insufferable about it so u might as well admit it

She hesitated, then sighed, typing:

Y/N: …fine. i had fun.

Wally: BOOM. VICTORY.

Wally: hold on i need to screenshot this for future reference

Y/N: im blocking you.

Wally: no ur not

She rolled onto her side, smiling to herself. They kept texting, the conversation shifting from playful teasing to random topics—Titans missions, dumb things they’d seen at school, weird facts Wally insisted were important.

Eventually, her replies started slowing down, her blinks getting longer.

Wally: still there?

She blinked at her screen, fighting off sleep.

Y/N: mhm. tired tho

Wally: me too

Wally: sleep?

Y/N: sleep.

Wally: night, atomic :)

She barely had the energy to type back.

Y/N: night, west

Her phone dimmed in her hand, the last message unread.

And somewhere across the city, Wally fell asleep with a grin on his face.

Day Off – Central City

For the first time in what felt like weeks, Y/N actually had a free day. No school, no Titans training, no life-or-death missions—just a quiet, lazy day to do whatever she wanted.

She was currently sprawled across her bed in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through her phone when a familiar name popped up.

Wally: morning, doll ;)

She raised an eyebrow.

Y/N: ‘doll’??

Wally: yeah u got a problem with that?

Y/N: yes.

Wally: too bad. ur my doll now

She exhaled through her nose, shaking her head.

Y/N: ur so annoying

Wally: and yet here u are texting me back

He wasn’t wrong, but she wasn’t about to admit that.

Wally: what are u doing??

Y/N glanced down at herself—legs stretched out, comfortably sunk into her bed. She shrugged and, on impulse, snapped a quick picture of her thighs, sending it without much thought.

The moment she hit send, she realized exactly what she’d done.

Oh.

She blinked at her screen.

Wally:

The typing bubbles appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.

Wally: huh

Y/N: problem?

It took him a solid minute to reply.

Wally: nope nope no problem at all just wasn’t expecting that doll

Wally: r u tryna kill me orrr??

She smirked to herself.

Y/N: wouldn’t be that easy, west

Wally: i actually think it might be

She laughed quietly, tossing her phone onto the bed. Maybe this lazy day wasn’t going to be so boring after all.

Y/N’s Room – Home Alone and Bored

Y/N stared at her phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard. She had no idea why she was even considering this, but at this point, she was too lazy to overthink it.

Y/N: u should come over. i’m bored.

Wally’s reply was immediate.

Wally: oh?? u miss me??

Y/N: don’t make it weird. i’m home alone and bored.

Wally: say less

Before she could even process that response, a gust of wind blasted through her room. A second later, she heard a faint tap against her window.

She turned her head just in time to see Wally perched on the sill, grinning like he hadn’t just broken several laws.

“Miss me, doll?”

Y/N blinked. “You were waiting for an excuse to show up, weren’t you?”

Wally swung a leg inside, stepping onto her floor. “Nooo. I was just… in the neighborhood.”

She scoffed. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

He kicked off his shoes and flopped onto her bed like he owned the place, stretching out like a cat. “So, what’s the plan, babe?”

Y/N sat beside him, tilting her head. “Babe?”

“Doll, babe, sweetheart—pick your favorite.”

She rolled her eyes, but instead of shutting him down, she smirked. “You’re awfully bold today, West.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “You love it.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping. “What if I do?”

Wally stilled. His usual cocky expression flickered, just for a second, as his eyes darted to her lips.

“Oh,” he murmured.

Y/N smirked. “What? Got nothing to say now?”

He swallowed. “No, no, I just—”

She shifted closer, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm. “You’re always talking,” she mused. “Always teasing.”

His breath hitched.

She leaned in, close enough that their noses almost brushed. “So why are you so quiet now, West?”

And that was all it took for Wally to snap.

One second, she was teasing him, and the next, his lips crashed against hers. It was a little messy, a little desperate—like he’d been holding back for way too long. His hands slid up her waist, pulling her in, and she let him, threading her fingers into his hair.

The teasing was gone.

Now, it was just heat.

He shifted, pressing her back against the mattress, his body half over hers as his lips moved with a new kind of urgency. Y/N arched into him, deepening the kiss, her nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck.

Wally groaned softly, pulling away just enough to murmur, “You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.”

She smirked, breathless. “Good.”

Then she pulled him right back down.

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pocket-jack · 2 years ago

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Kid: Damn, the bitch looks beautiful with our team work!

Luffy: Team work makes the dream work!

Law: Most of the thing was made by Eustas-ya anyway...

Kid: And monkey did the colouring! And you saved, what, like three of my finger along the process? Don't be humble, Trafalgar! I respect the good cooperation!

Luffy: Oh! Let's sign this one! Like co-creators!

Kid: Great idea! You know what? You've been coloring like a pro, so I'm gonna let you first!

Luffy: Thank you, jaggy!

Law: What are you planing?

Kid: "Smiles mysteriously"

Luffy: There! I signed it!

Kid: ...

Kid: Damn, your handwriting's sucks!

Luffy: Huh!?

Kid: Yep. It sucks a huge dick! Let me sign it so there at least will be one good signature

Luffy: You're such a dick, jaggy!

Law: Yeah. A bully.

Kid: There! That's how ya write correctly, bitch!

Luffy: That looks bad too!

Kid: NOT AS MUCH AS YOURS, ASSHOLE!!

Luffy: Yours is sharp and pointy! What the hell!?

Kid: At least mine doesn't look like chicken scratch!! Learn how to write properly and only then bully my writing!

Luffy: You've had it coming, idiot! Get what you deserve, bully!

Kid: Look at that! You've wrote F backwards and did a mistake in your own name! Who can't write his own name!?

Luffy: But-.. Well-.. Yours is almost unreadable! It's too sharp and confusing and aggressive! And why highlight!? WHY!? Are you that self loving!?

Kid: Hey! My one isn't confusing! Look at yours if you wanna see confusing!

Law: Can we stop with this childish nonsense? You're both suck at this, admit it!

Kid: Tch, yeah, go ahead, Mr. Perfectionist, let us see what perfect signature looks!

Law: There. Happy?

KidLu: A... :0

Law: ....

Law: "Turns red"

Kid: ...

Luffy: ...

Kid: I'm sorry, I bullied your handwriting, monkey

Luffy: Yeah, me too, jaggy! I didn't mean to say those awful things to you...

Law: MY HANDWRITING ARE NOT THAT BAD!!

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #kidlawlu #handwriting #headcanon #law has a doctor handwriting no one can proof me wrong

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lovemylegcasts · 18 days ago

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Avery rolled himself into the activity room of the Boys and Girls Club, yellow casts propped up on the footrests of his wheelchair, his legs stiff and straight in front of him. Both his legs were wrapped in the thick, bright fiberglass—sunny yellow from just below the knees all the way to the tips of his toes, which peeked out at the ends like little marshmallows, short, wide, and freshly scrubbed that morning.

He gave a small wave as he entered. "Hey guys!" he called, his usual warm grin spreading across his face.

A group of kids, mid-elementary in age, immediately turned from the coloring table. Their faces lit up—not with sympathy, but with curiosity. One of the younger boys, Evan, pointed and asked loudly, “Whoa, what happened to your legs?”

Avery chuckled, steering himself closer to the table. “Had surgery to fix a few things. My legs weren’t working quite right, so the doctors had to help straighten them out.”

“Both at once?” a girl named Janie asked, eyebrows rising.

“Yep,” Avery said, nodding. “Got a two-for-one deal.”

The kids laughed at that, some of them scooting closer. Evan leaned in, tilting his head toward Avery’s feet. “Can I… ask about your toes?” he said shyly.

“Of course,” Avery said, clearly amused. “What about them?”

“They’re just… right there,” Evan said, pointing again. “They’re really clean.”

Avery glanced down at the rounded tips of his toes, wiggling slightly even under the stiffness of the casts. “I gotta keep ‘em clean. Casts can get gross if you’re not careful. I even use baby wipes sometimes.”

“Do they tickle?” a smaller girl named Layla asked. She was now sitting crisscross on the floor near his feet, eyeing his toes like they were rare museum pieces.

“Only when someone else touches them,” Avery said. “But don’t try it—ticklish doesn’t mean I like it!” He grinned playfully, causing a ripple of giggles.

“I like the yellow,” said another kid, Max, who had come over from the reading corner. “It looks like lemonade.”

Avery nodded. “Thanks! I had a choice—blue, green, even hot pink. But yellow just felt… cheerful, y’know? Something sunny to look at while I heal.”

“Do you sleep with them on?” asked Janie.

“Oh yeah,” Avery said. “They don’t come off. These babies are with me twenty-four-seven.”

“Do they hurt?” Layla asked in a smaller voice.

“Not anymore,” Avery said. “They did at first, but now it just feels kind of stiff and heavy. Like wearing two bricks on your legs.”

There was a thoughtful silence as the kids processed that. Then Evan, ever bold, reached out a careful finger toward the edge of one cast. “Can I touch it?”

Avery smiled warmly. “Go ahead.”

Evan’s small hand tapped the fiberglass. “Whoa. It’s hard.”

“Like a helmet,” Avery said. “That’s what they’re made of. Keeps everything in place while my bones heal.”

“Your toes look squishy though,” Max said.

“They are,” Avery said, wiggling them again slightly. “And trust me, they’re very exposed. I have to watch out not to bump them into walls.”

“Have you ever bumped them really hard?”

“Oh yeah,” Avery said. “The corner of a table the other day. I almost cried.”

Layla’s eyes widened. “Did they get bruised?”

“Nope, just mad at me for a while,” Avery joked. “But I gave them some air and said sorry.”

The kids giggled again. Then Janie piped up, “You’re gonna sign them, right? That’s what people do when they have casts.”

“I was hoping someone would ask!” Avery said, reaching to the side of his chair and pulling out a bundle of colorful markers. “You guys want to be the first?”

The response was a loud, unanimous, “YES!”

The next ten minutes were a blur of scribbles, signatures, and tiny cartoon doodles. Hearts, stars, smiley faces, and names soon covered the left and right cast, wrapping around his legs in a patchwork of color. Evan proudly wrote his name in bubble letters right above Avery’s left ankle, while Layla drew a pink bunny next to his right toe.

“Now it really looks fun,” Max said. “Like you’re wearing party boots.”

Avery beamed. “Best casts in town now, thanks to you all.”

As the kids sat back, admiring their work, a staff member named Jordan poked their head in. “Everything good in here?”

Avery gave a thumbs-up. “They’ve been asking awesome questions and helping decorate. I think my casts just made ten new friends.”

Jordan laughed. “I’m not surprised. You’re like a walking art project now.”

“More like a rolling art project,” Avery said, tapping the side of his wheelchair.

Jordan came in to help with the next activity, but most of the kids lingered by Avery, still fascinated. One boy, Milo, who hadn’t said much yet, finally spoke. “I think it’s cool you still came here even with your legs like that.”

Avery looked at him, touched. “Thanks, Milo. I didn’t want to miss out. Helping you guys gives me something to look forward to, too.”

There was a pause, and then Milo added, “You’re like… strong in a different way.”

That one hit deep. Avery smiled wide, nodding. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s said to me today.”

As the kids moved on to the next station, Avery wheeled back a bit to give them space. He looked down at his bright yellow casts, now dotted with little pieces of the afternoon—a dozen drawings, a swirl of names, a bunny peeking out by his toes.

His legs might be out of commission for a while, but his spirit—and clearly his impact—were moving just fine.

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vice queen II

Chapter 100 – “Y’all Didn’t Even Invite Nobody?!”

The conference room was chaos.

Jimmy was posted up with his arms crossed, trying not to laugh too hard. Camille sat next to him, four months pregnant and already plotting some type of revenge. Lo was mid-rant pacing by the whiteboard. Jey kept spinning in a damn chair like a big-ass kid.

Courtney sat on the table like she was on the throne. Heels crossed, black nails tapping on her thigh, and Maya in her lap drawing hearts on a folder marked “Alvarez Debrief.”

Zilla? Leaned against the wall behind her. Chain out. Hoodie on. Whole posture screaming “say something slick, I dare you.”

“Lemme get this straight,” Camille started, calm but dangerous, “Y’all got married. Like...legally.”

“Yes.” Courtney sipped her pineapple juice.

“At the courthouse.” Camille’s voice went up an octave.

“Yes.” Courtney licked her glossed lips. “Jacksonville. Judge was cool as hell.”

“And nobody got an invite?” Lo threw her hands up. “I’ve been helping y’all cook people, and I didn’t even get a damn cupcake?!”

Courtney rolled her eyes and pulled a laminated 8.5x11 sheet from her Louis tote. She smacked it on the table like a UNO reverse card. “I got copies, okay? The state of Florida signed off. It’s legit. Peep the seal.”

Everyone leaned in. Yep. There it was. Zilla’s signature all sharp and slanted. Courtney’s looking like it was written in lip gloss.

“Bih… you laminated it?” Camille blinked.

“I’m organized.” She shrugged. “I work logistics.”

Zilla finally spoke, voice low and dismissive, “That fairy tale shit? That was Jimmy and Camille’s wedding. All white. The violinist. Fancy ass chairs.”

He looked around the room slowly, face completely unbothered.

“We real thugs,” he said, arm dropping onto Courtney’s shoulder. “We got blood to spill.”

Maya nodded like a tiny hype woman. “That’s right. We thug married!”

Lo choked on her drink.

Jimmy smirked. “So that’s what we callin it now? ‘Thug married’? Y’all ain’t even give me a heads up. I was gon throw y’all a barbecue at least.”

“Yeah well,” Zilla’s eyes were sharp under his lashes, “we was too busy dealin with the Alvarez fuck-up and me patching my wife up from takin bullets to protect the empire, remember?”

Silence.

Camille cleared her throat and raised her brows at Jimmy like: You heard what he said.

“Point made,” Jimmy murmured.

Courtney smirked, brushing her fingers through Maya’s curls. “Besides, we ain’t gotta do what y’all do. We are what y’all do. You needed a fairy tale. I needed a partner. Now I got him. On paper, in blood, and by choice. That’s real.”

Zilla bent low and kissed the side of her head, real subtle-like.

“Tell ‘em again, Mrs. Fatu.”

Courtney looked dead at Lo and Camille. “Bet y’all still wanna throw a party though.”

Lo: “Bitch, don’t play, I already got the Pinterest board.”

Camille, shaking her head: “Y’all so ghetto it’s almost poetic.”

Jimmy: “Almost.”

Everyone laughed, but one thing was dead serious now: Zilla and Courtney weren’t just together. They were solid. Official. Dangerous. And completely, unapologetically theirs.

Chapter 102 – “Thug Life Wedding Party”

The war room was in full swing—maps out, tablets glowing, encrypted calls bouncing through the speaker, and Camille already three bites into a mango cup while reviewing westside traffic reports.

But all of that came to a full, dead halt when little Maya Fatu marched into the room with her pink glitter backpack on and a masterpiece of chaos and crayons in her hand.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat like she paid rent, “I need everybody to stop for a second. This is important.”

Courtney, still adjusting her healed hip with a side-eye to Zilla for walking too damn fast, blinked. “Baby…what’s up?”

Maya climbed right up on the closest chair, slapped her coloring book page onto the war table like it was an FBI dossier, and grinned.

“I drew our wedding,” she declared, chin tilted like she knew she ate.

Everyone leaned in and collectively lost their minds.

Lo choked. “Is that Camille with a Glock and a baby bump?”

“It’s accurate,” Maya said proudly. “She’s holdin’ both her babies.”

Camille put a hand to her chest. “Aww, sweetie—wait why I got red eyes?”

“I wanted to show that you kill people fast.”

Zilla was already laughing, arms crossed, shaking his head. “She got Jimmy in Timbs, look—yo, is that smoke coming off my vest?”

Maya nodded hard. “You were fightin’ somebody who called Mommy a ‘distraction.’”

Courtney looked at the picture, squinting. “And what am I doin’, baby?”

“You’re standin’ on top of a car in heels with your gun and yellin’ at everyone to respect your family,” Maya said, like that wasn’t the most normal wedding image ever. “And I drew my dress sparkly pink with flames because I’m part of the empire too.”

“She put the whole bunker in the background,” Jey said, flipping the page like it was official art. “With Peach’s lil ass sittin’ there with a crown.”

Courtney leaned over and kissed the side of Maya’s head. “You really snapped with this one, mama. You captured the moment.”

Maya turned to Jimmy. “Can we put it on the wall with the security maps? I used the good markers.”

Jimmy glanced at Camille, who was already sniffling. “We’ll laminate it and put it right by the West Tenth route. That spot got your mommy’s name on it anyway.”

Lo gave a little salute. “She already better at strategic propaganda than half y’all grown-ass men.”

Zilla reached out and tugged Maya onto his lap, folding her close against his chest. “You know this the best wedding present I ever got, right?”

“I know,” she said casually, sipping her juice. “You didn’t even get Mommy a wedding dress, so I had to do something nice.”

Courtney just cackled, leaning into Zilla’s side. “Dragged you without mercy.”

“I married you in black diamonds, woman,” he muttered, kissing the top of Maya’s head.

“And I married a man who lets his daughter publicly slander him,” she shot back, smirking.

Maya looked between them and sighed, content and powerful in her little kingdom.

“Okay,” she said, “you guys can go back to business now. I just needed y’all to see who’s really in charge.”

Nobody argued.

Chapter 103 – “Still Us, Just Married Now”

The house was finally quiet.

Peaches was curled up in her luxury-ass donut bed. Maya had passed out halfway through her animated movie marathon, her favorite blanket wrapped around her like a burrito. And the war room? Silent. Shut down for the night.

Courtney stood barefoot in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of lemon water with that fresh scar on her hip peeking out from under her oversized tee. The dim under-lighting glowed off the counters, casting her in soft warmth—real domestic vibes, except she still had a Glock tucked in the cabinet behind her vitamins.

Zilla watched from the doorway, arms folded across his chest, that lazy grin on his lips as he took her in like he’d never seen her before.

“You really Mrs. Fatu now, huh?” he murmured, voice all gravel and mischief.

Courtney turned around, one brow lifting, sipping slow. “You say that like I wasn’t already actin’ like it.”

He stepped forward, hand brushing across her waist. “You was. But now you can’t run.”

Courtney smirked. “Wouldn’t even try.”

They stood there like that—just a married problem set, fresh off a courthouse high and still smelling like commitment and crime. Zilla leaned back against the island and pulled her between his legs gently, hands resting low on her hips.

“So… how’s it feel?” he asked, voice low. “Real talk. You good with this?”

Courtney snorted. “Z, I got a vest that don’t cover my ass and a twelve gauge in the trunk. If I was scared of commitment, I’d be long gone.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer.

“But you?” she asked, tilting her chin to look up at him. “You the one who woke up talkin’ bout ‘Let’s get married’ outta nowhere, didn’t even ask me with a ring.”

“I had a ring,” Zilla said, grinning. “You just kept scarin’ off my proposal moments. You over here patchin’ bullet wounds and makin’ supply runs, how I’m supposed to be romantic?”

Courtney softened, brushing her fingers over the tattoos across his chest where his shirt hung open. “You serious about this, right? This wasn’t some heat-of-the-moment, post-shootout adrenaline decision?”

Zilla held her gaze. No blink. No smile. Just that intense, ride-or-die stare only he could pull off.

“I’m more sure about you than I been about anything in my life,” he said. “Courtney, you ain’t just some woman I married. You mine. You the one that showed up, stayed, took Maya like she came from you. I don’t care how quick it was—our story started way before paperwork.”

Courtney swallowed hard, leaning in. “You already knew I was gone for you, huh?”

Zilla smirked again. “You show it every time you cock that twelve gauge for me.”

She laughed, resting her forehead on his chest. “You so stupid.”

“But I’m yours,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “Married or not, you always had me.”

Her arms looped around his waist, pulling him close. They stood there for a long moment, not needing words, just breathing each other in.

Finally, she looked up again. “So… do we gotta like… do married people shit now?”

Zilla tilted his head. “Like what? File taxes together? Buy matching hoodies?”

Courtney: “I was thinking more like hide bodies better and make wills.”

Zilla: “I already got our aliases and an emergency bag stashed under the estate.”

Courtney, grinning: “See, and that’s why I married your crazy ass.”

Chapter 104 – “Party in the War Room”

It was a Saturday night and the war room smelled like smoked brisket, top-shelf liquor, and danger.

They tried to say it was a wedding party.

Zilla and Courtney? They were calling it what it was: “an excuse for everybody to show up in black and talk business while acting like it’s a celebration.”

Still, the big-ass screens were muted for once, showing surveillance feeds in the background. The long steel table was covered in catered trays of oxtail, empanadas, fried lobster tails, and sweet Henny-glazed wings. There was even a tiered cake shaped like a black duffel bag stuffed with fondant cash stacks and sugar-glazed bullets. Classy.

Jimmy and Camille arrived first—Camille in a black bodycon that hugged her four-month belly, her nails and lips both a rich oxblood red. She side-eyed Zilla immediately.

“You really got married and didn’t tell us?” she asked, holding her belly like it had an opinion too.

Zilla leaned on the edge of the conference table, wearing his black silk button-down wide open and his platinum wedding band glinting as he smirked. “Y’all was busy nesting. We was busy healing. Ain’t nobody got time for white doves and rose petals when Court just survived a hit.”

Courtney sauntered in behind him in black leather pants and a cut-out crop top, walking like her hip wasn’t stitched up. Her wedding rings shined under the fluorescents, and Peaches was in a little white tutu that read “Flower Pup” in blood red.

“Besides,” she said, taking her seat in Zilla’s lap like she was the prize at the end of a long war, “y’all actin’ real shocked for people who knew we been locked in.”

Marissa and Sefa rolled in next—Marissa with a blunt behind her ear and a mini flamethrower of a lighter, Sefa carrying enough tequila for everyone to forget their trauma for a few hours. Jey and Ariel were last, dripped in matte black fits and unbothered, already scheming in whispers.

“So this it?” Jey asked, lifting his glass. “The Fatu Enforcer and his Queenpin tied the knot in secret and now we in the damn bunker throwin’ rice over duffle bags?”

Jimmy laughed, “You know damn well they weren’t gonna do that reception hall fairytale shit.”

Courtney flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Ain’t a single white tablecloth in sight and I’m at peace.”

Zilla added, “Plus we still got names to cross off. Y’all forgot who shot my wife?”

The room quieted, then Camille stood up and clinked her glass with a pen.

“Alright, thugs,” she said. “To Z and Court. Married, dangerous, and apparently still about that smoke even with rings on. Let’s toast now and make revenge plans later.”

Courtney raised her drink, her free hand holding Zilla’s.

“To real love,” she said. “The kind that don’t need a wedding planner or a DJ.”

Zilla raised his cup too. “And to blood. Because we got some to spill, and now I got a wife to protect while I do it.”

The table broke into cheers, clinks, and heavy laughter. But that war map on the screen? Still glowed behind them, red circles blinking over West and Tenth.

This was a wedding party for two people who survived being targets—and were now ready to be the hunters again.

Chapter 105 — “She Said What??”

The war room was lit up—literally and figuratively. Six screens. All the major players online.

Camille and Jimmy were in their command center, Camille swaying on her birthing ball while Jimmy had his arms crossed tight. Jey and Ariel were both looking like they were ready to throw down. Sefa and Marissa were on the move, watching the call from a bulletproof Benz.

The final screen clicked on.

Courtney.

Vest strapped tight, hair in a slick bun, fresh bruises peeking beneath her collar. She had her 12 gauge balanced across her lap like it was nothing. The glow from the Hummer headlights lit her from behind, casting a war goddess shadow behind her.

Zilla was behind her in the bed of the Hummer, reloading clips, his face carved from stone. Smoke rose off a fire pit they made out of a barrel. There were bricks of powder on the ground still smoldering.

“Y’all hear me?” she asked casually, checking her AirPods.

“Yeah, yeah we hear you,” Jimmy said, already sounding exasperated. “Y’all left a trail of bodies from the pier to 9th street. The hell goin’ on out there?”

Courtney chewed on her gum, still calm. “Just a little housekeeping. Tying up loose ends.”

Camille frowned. “Court, you okay? You moving kinda—slow.”

Marissa tilted her head. “Your face is fuller. You sick or something?”

Courtney grinned. Looked straight at the camera. Didn’t even blink.

“Oh. Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

Dead. Silence.

The air in the war room evaporated.

Zilla—who was mid-load with a fresh clip—froze. Clip in one hand. Glock in the other. He blinked once. Then again. Looked up like he wasn’t sure he heard her right.

“...What?”

Courtney, cool as hell: “I said I’m pregnant.”

Zilla’s whole posture shifted. “Court… the fuck you mean you pregnant?”

Jimmy’s eyes popped. “WAIT YOU DIDN’T KNOW?”

Jey spit out his drink. “NAH YO. YO—SHE DROPPED THAT SHIT LIKE AN AD LIB!”

Camille was already crying. “OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER—WAIT—ZILLA YOU REALLY DIDN’T KNOW?”

Courtney side-eyed him and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t gimme that look. I found out a week ago. We been busy.”

Zilla stepped off the Hummer like gravity didn’t apply to him. He walked up slow, face unreadable, Glock forgotten in one hand. Everyone on the call was yelling—Marissa screaming “CONGRATULATIONS”, Jimmy demanding an explanation, Ariel yelling “OH MY GOD YOU GONNA BE A DAD TWICE???”

But Zilla only had eyes for her.

“You really carrying mine?” His voice low. Almost soft.

She nodded. “Yeah. You good, Z?”

Zilla reached out, hand heavy and warm as it curled around her stomach like it was made to live there.

Courtney swallowed, for once the one looking unsure.

But then Zilla pulled her in with his free arm and kissed her forehead, breath shaky.

“I ain’t know I could feel more than what I already feel for you and Maya,” he muttered against her skin. “You done turned me into a whole husband and a full time dad.”

Then, without looking away from her, he tilted his chin toward the iPad on the crate.

“Y’all heard my wife,” he said darkly. “Anybody who had anything to do with that warehouse hit—dead. Pregnant or not, we ain’t stoppin’ till we clean the board.”

Jimmy let out a long breath. “You gonna be a whole two time dad.”

Zilla smirked. “Yeah. And this one already got a kill count.”

Courtney, wicked grin growing: “You love it.”

He kissed her lips, hand still on her stomach. “You damn right I do.”

#zilla fatu x black oc #zilla fatu fanfiction #crime au #romance #mature fic #x black oc

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lollipencil · 1 year ago

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In The Pale Moonlight: What If...Reevesverse?

This idea just randomly grabbed me and started screaming until I wrote it down. So, @harleyification, let's see what the Moon Son AU looks like in the Reevesverse (and also if I can even replicate that style).

This took so much longer than I thought it would.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The floodwater had finally receded, washing away the horror of that night and of Vengeance. Batman looked at the cops milling about the scene, before turning back to the object embedded in the wall.

It was not the first. Reports of brozen crescent blades had started shortly after the flood, but they all seemed to vanish one way or another at sunrise. Even in front of other's eyes. But the way this one was placed suggested something different than the others. The owner wanted Batman to see it.

Jim Gordon shuffled up, breath caught in his throat. "Please tell me this ain't another guy looking for friendship," he remarked as Batman untied the note that had been attached to the blade. "Gotham Museum of Art. Gods of Egypt exhibition. Don't keep my friend waiting," The note read, with a string of hieroglyphs acting as a signature. "You're going to go there," Jim sighed as he himself read it. "I have to," Batman confirmed, "See if they can translate the hieroglyphs." Handing off the note, Batman melted into the shadows.

---

Naturally, The Gotham Museum of Art was silent when he entered. When Batman entered the exhibition, his eyes made sure to glance at each piece as he went by. While not authentic, the purpose of the exhibition was to teach and inspire, something Gotham needed after the flood.

A white light drew Batman's attention away. A figure stood before an image at the end, short and dressed in a white suit, tie and waistcoat which appeared to be emitting the light. A small bowl sat at his feet, inside was a single croissant. Batman paused. Wind suddenly seemed blow through the room, the figure's head turning to follow it's direction. "Oh, hello mate," the figure greeted with a chirp, "I was hoping you'd be along soon."

Between his frame and voice, Batman knew he was looking at either a preteen or someone who just crossed that line, "Hello. I was told to meet you here by your...friend." "Yep, just a quick chat about things, and we'll be out of your hair."

British accent, sounded slightly fake but somehow Batman could tell it wasn't put on. "'Things'?" "Yep," the kid nodded, "Hashing out details, that sort of thing. After all, this was your city first, innit?" Batman tilted his head. "Well, simply put. You're doing a cracking job with the criminals, recent events not withstanding. However, you have no experience with, let's say, a werewolf. Or ghosts, or someone with a magical artifact on hand. The point is, you have a slight gap, and we are here to fill it."

Batman blinked. "You and your friend?" he asked. "Yeah, well, there is another. You'll likely see him too," the boy reached down and picked up the bowl, "Either way, don't worry. Any weird stuff happens, we'll handle it." The lower portion of the mask unravelled by itself to reveal a youthful mouth smiling up at him, "Not that we won't help if we see anything else. We'll be in touch." And with that, he walked off, taking a bite out of the croissant as he went.

Watching, Batman left soon after himself, but not before glancing at the painting the boy had stood at, making sure to include the name of the god depicted: Khonshu.

---

Gordon was waiting with an envelope in hand the next time the signal was lit. "Got a translation," he greeted, holding out the envelope. "'The Protecting Soldier of The Moon'?" Batman read off. "Looks like the new guy's got his theme down." "Guys," Batman looked up at Gordon, "Met his friend. He's young." At this, Gordon frowned and stepped closer: "How young?" "Early teens, short in height."

"Don't let him hear you call him that."

At this new voice, Gordon pulled out his gun and Batman one of his new "toys". "See that someone's been copying us," the short, white clocked figure standing shadowed by the nearby pillar. Instantly, the "toy" and the gun were put away. "Geez kid," Gordon borderline wheezed, "How'd you get up here?" "Flew."

Gordon half-grinned awkwardly at this statement. "You want us to call you that?" he indicated with his head at the translated letter. Even covered in bandages, those glowing eyes still allowed Batman to see his slight cringe: "Kinda. 'Moon Knight' doesn't translate that smoothly, turns out." "What's your friends' names?" Batman asked. "That one you've met, he's been playing around with 'Mr Knight'," Moon Knight shrugged, "the other insists on also being Moon Knight. Call him what you wish." "Ok."

Silence echoed around the area. "That was all I had to say," Moon Knight stated softly to replace it. And he quickly turned and lept from the roof. Batman and Gordon instinctively surged forward, but Moon Knight's form was soon soaring over the rooftops with visible ease, cape fanned into a crescent.

---

Over the next two months, Batman regularly glimpsed "the triplets" as Gordon dubbed them. Only ever one at a time, but all with the same basic abilities. Aside from Mr Knight's inability to fly.

But something kept bugging him about them. It evaded him everytime he tries to identify it, but the core of it was unmistakeable.

Something just wasn't right.

It came to a culmination one cold night. From the start, Moon Knight seemed out of it. Thankfully not enough to affect his combat ability, but he was defiently sluggish. "Moon Knight?" Batman drew his attention after he'd nearly clipped the edge of a aerial. "I'm fine," he slowly stated, "I'm- Uh oh."

Instantly, Batman rushed to Moon Knight's side, but it happened. Thankfully, he'd managed to remove his mask beforehand. When he looked up, Batman didn't pay attention to his face: only the flushed skin and sweat-drenched hair clinging to it.

"Ohhh..." Moon Knight moaned in such utter misery, that Batman's hand instinctively brushed his curly locks away from his face. "The flu's been making the rounds," he noted outloud, "Where do you live?" "Why'd you wanna know?" Moon Knight's speech slightly slurred in delirium. "So I can get you there safely." Moon Knight frowned and opened his mouth to argue, when a gust of wind blew suddenly, almost sending him to the ground. "Alright," Moon Knight sighed, and sagged like a deflating balloon in Batman's arms.

Thankfully, he was coherent enough to give instructions. Even more thankfully, it was fairly close by. The inside was anything but something to be thankful about.

A mattress with multiple broken springs was the only piece of furniture in the whole flat, which clearly was not his and was marked as condemed due to flood damage. Black mold claimed most of the ceiling. Next to the "bed" was a ziplock bag holding three crackers.

Just standing in that flat made Batman feel ill.

"Where's your friends?" he asked in place of the many other questions swirling in his head. "They're here," Moon Knight forced out as he reached under the matress, and pulled out a shard of something shiny. "That's how I see them. Otherwise, they're here," a poorly co-ordinated finger taps the side of Moon Knight's head as he offered the mirror.

Staring at his own reflection, Batman tried to find the meaning in this statement. Looking back up, Moon Knight had clearly zoned out entirely. With slow and quiet movements, Batman crossed the room, sat on the matress next to him, and calmly waited.

For a minute, nothing. Then he twitched a finger. And something impossible happened.

In front of Batman's camera-covered eyes (and he would review the footage several times to make sure he'd not mistaken what he saw), Moon Knight's suit changed. Bandages seemed to rearrenge themselves, before fusing into a mesh and turning black. White armour plates lost their bronze details and grew crescent shaped additions, with the cape losing hieroglyphs as well. Until, finally, the other Moon Knight's suit had formed. "Que?" the voice was the same as the other Moon Knight's too, but it was coming from the first one, but-

Oh.

Batman quickly brushed the realisation aside. Not important at that moment. "Hey chum," he said soothingly, "you with me?" "With you?" Other Moon Knight echoed, blinking in his effort to focus, "Batman...?" "You can't stay here." "The hell we can't," Other Moon Knight doesn't even notice the plural and tries to stand. His knees objected quickly.

"This place is only going to make you sicker," Batman explained, "You need somewhere clean to recover." "Got nowhere else to go," Other Moon Knight admitted, tears beginning to glimmer in the corners of his eyes. "You can stay with me."

It came suddenly. Even Batman was shocked by it, but meant it all the same. As Other Moon Knight opened his mouth to object, the wind once again intervenes. But the window was closed. Batman stiffened, then Other Moon Knight leans into him, pressing a overheated cheek into wind-cooled armour. "OK."

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August 10th - Emergency custody went through with suprising speed. Would have investigated for potential corruption if not for a comment Gordon gave last night. Given my lack of juridiction with the Chicago Police, I'll likely never know what was said behind closed doors. A tells me to "accept this blessing for what it is". Given the lack of other viable options, I suppose I can let sleeping dogs lie. Just this once.

The boys appear to be settling in ok. Still tired from their illness, but recovering. A's meal plan is a hit. Gave Gordon an excuse as to why he won't be seeing the Moon Knights for a while, he seemed worried still.

I am unsure how to be a father. But, A won't let me fail. I know he won't. I will do whatever it takes to give them a good life, like he did for me.

And maybe, with their help, Batman can learn gentleness in turn.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#the batman (2022)#bruce wayne #battinson #james gordon #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley

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skeletonsfortea · 1 year ago

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Q&A Time

Here's the beginning.

(It's been a while, huh?)

Back in the Q&A building, Stretch and Mutt appear.

Q50. What's your secret to staying so composed, and can you share any relaxation tips for us mere mortals?

“Try to look at things from an observer’s stand point,” Stretch says.

“I use outside help,” Mutt says, lifting a smoking dog treat in one hand.

“Relaxation comes naturally to me,” Stretch says, glancing at the other skeleton, “I could do it with my eye sockets closed.” A weak “badum-ching!” rings through the room. “But I guess my advice would be to focus on the moment. Narrow everything down to how you feel physically instead of focusing on thoughts. A lot of the time, it’s thinking that keeps us awake. Take it from me. Of course, sometimes, a bit of outside help can be useful.”

Q51. Imagine you’re in a romantic comedy, and you’re the leading character. What would be your signature move to sweep someone off their feet?

“I mean, the way to go about it varies with every person.” Stretch says.

“But everyone enjoys a good joke,” Mutt says.

“Yup.”

Stretch disappears.

Q52. If you could have any superpower, no matter how ridiculous, what would it be and why?

“The power to put determined little brats in their graves- for good. Why?” Mutt’s frown deepens, “I’m sick of feeling like nothing matters.”

“I think that was supposed to be a light hearted question…”

He laughs, “nothing more lighthearted than putting that kid down.”

Q53. What's the weirdest food combination you've ever tried, and did you actually enjoy it?

He smiles, “Pop tarts and butter, and yeah.”

Q54. If you could switch lives with any of the skeletons for a day (you’ll also gain their personality), who would it be and what would you do?

He looks contemplative for a moment. “...Maybe Stretch, and I don’t know. Nap? Hang out with Blue?”

Edge appears in place of Mutt.

Q55. Edge, Red treasures you as his brother, thoughts?

“He didn’t say that.” Edge says.

“He totally thinks it though!”

Edge frowns. “No, he doesn’t.”

“You’re really challenging me on this?”

He crosses his arms. “Yes.”

“Stubborn skeleton.”

Q56. True thoughts on Wax and Vulture based on what you've currently seen?

He considers it. “They both seem…more troubled than I am. Which is saying a lot.”

Q57. Do you think you could beat Vulture?

He frowns slightly, “I’m not sure.”

Q58. If you were to see Red and VBPS Y/N asleep on the couch cuddling, Red purring during the snuggle fest, what would you think?

“How indecent.” (And adorable.)

Q59. Can I hire you as my bodyguard? I might require some purring sessions to keep my body in tip top shape!!

“Purring sessions?” He echoes, suspicious. “Humans need those?”

“Yep, it’s good for their health.”

“Well I can’t do it on command!”

“Heheh.” The voice shifts to one from a popular movie, “he can’t do it on command.”

“Why do I feel as though I’m missing some kind of context?”

“Don’t worry about it, back to the question!”

“Right. Yes, I suppose I could serve as a bodyguard if it paid well enough.”

Q60. What do you think about people who find you extremely attractive?

“That they’re obviously highly intelligent! My appearance is clearly the best.”

Q61. Would you be good at sharing someone you're pursuing romantically with someone else, like Red?

He frowns slightly, “I would be surprised if our preferences aligned enough for that. I don’t think so, anyway.”

Q62. What would go through your mind if the person you liked thought someone else was incredibly strong and agile?

“Well, obviously, I’d have to challenge the said person. Once I beat them in combat, it won’t matter how strong they were!”

Currant appears.

Q63. What are your thoughts on soul bonds? For Currant, specifically on what you think about soul bonding with HLF! Y/N.

“They are…a vulnerability,” Edge says, “and a luxury.”

Currant smiles slowly, “oh, I would love to. If only it wasn’t so dangerous.” Edge stares at him, half disgusted and half horrified. Currant looks over at him, “what?”

“If they hate you that much, why would you ever want to form a bond?”

Currant shrugs, chuckling, “curiosity. Sides, what’s another way to get under its skin?”

Edge’s teeth part in shock, but Currant disappears before he can utter another word.

“Moving on!”

Q64. What would you think if you made a soul bond with someone in the future?

“I would be very surprised. It takes someone of high quality to earn that kind of intimacy from me.”

“Yep! Thanks for your time, Edge! Seeya next time!”

“Goodbye.”

Edge disappears, replaced with Rust.

Q65. Rust, I don't trust Currant either. What are you going to do if he succeeds in taking your Y/N away?

Rust barks a laugh, leaning back in his chair, “he won’t. But…if he did, what the hell could I do about it? It would already be too late.”

Q66. Rust, there was a timeline/au where you and a Y/N bonded. Thoughts?

“Huh?”

“No worries, I’ve been asked to implant the memories into your head.”

“What?”

“Anddd, done.”

Rust’s face flushes white. “What is there to say? It didn’t fucking happen. Doesn’t matter.” He crosses his arms, “it won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you think…”

“What?”

“Moving on!”

Q67. Rust, there is a timeline where Vulture and your Y/N left you because you couldn't get your shit together. You almost killed your Y/N actually, after they tried to protect your brother. Thoughts? Everyone thinks you should just be a bit more open, at least with them.

“Oh, sure, more opened with the human I’ve been beating the shit out of for months. The fuck do you want me to do? Tell it about my fucking childhood? Say ‘I’m sorry?’ So it got away. Good for it. I guarantee that it didn't last longer than a month.”

Q68. What do you think you enjoyed about the hug you had with Y/N?

He looks away, shrugging, “...do you have any idea how long it's been since I’ve had a hug? It’s only fair I’d…”

“That doesn’t answer the question~”

“...the warmth. Being held.” He shudders, “you’d think, with my level of LOVE, that I wouldn’t care about that sort of affection…”

“-but even the worst people need validation. Am I right?”

Q69. If you had to choose between living a life where Y/N hugs you with genuine positive emotions and comfort, where you're working on yourself and you've stopped hurting them, and you're patching stuff up with your brother, or hurting Q70. Y/N and sticking with your ways until they eventually die of starvation or old age, what would you choose and why?

He lets out a sigh, “I already made that choice, didn’t I? The way it is now…is easier.”

Classic appears, replacing Rust.

Q71. Someone you have a crush on wants to reward you for all the hard work you put into getting everyone back, what would you pick?

“Probably a nap.”

Q72. Would you like a longer foreplay or a shorter one?

“Longer.”

Q73. Not a question but, hang in there Classic!

“Thanks.”

Q74. Classic, what are you going to do if more skeletons keep coming through the machine? I say you cut your losses, at some point it’s just not worth it anymore.

“Yeah. It’s just a matter of putting these guys back.” He looks away, his voice weakening, “then I’m done…For good.”

Q75. What are your true thoughts on the latest additions, Rust, Vulture, Currant, and Wax, as well as their humans?

“We- wait. Humans, plural? I haven’t met the human from the HLF universe, but assuming that means there was one…” he shakes his head, “I hope the fact that Currant and Wax are here means they get to rest.” He takes a deep breath, and continues. “I would say I’m not one to cast judgements. But that would be a lie. I don’t know what got any of them to this point, I haven’t lived their lives, but I can practically feel the ill intent coming from Rust and Currant. They’re definitely not people I would make friends with. I don’t know how to feel about Vulture and Wax. I mean, I feel bad for them. They must’ve been like Papyrus at some point, and that’s…scary.” He sighs, “as for Y/N…well, it’s just a struggle. I don’t know what to say or do. Feelings have never been my strong point, but this is a whole new challenge.”

Q76. Any backup plans in case things turn bad?

“Yeah.” His expression is serious, “no way I’m letting people like that stay in my house without precautions.”

Q77. How do you think Papyrus (Vanilla) is handling all of this? He seems positive, but you know him best.

“It’s been hard on him. He does his best to keep the peace and make sure everyone is happy.” He rubs his face, “I wish he hadn’t insisted on helping me. But…I do appreciate it. I’m gonna have to find a way to make it up to him once this is over.”

Q78. What are your thoughts on the Q&A?

He shrugs, “it’s…strange.”

Q79. What’s the craziest thing you’ve been through?

“How about being split between universes?”

Q80. Do you like when someone else makes the first move?

He shrugs, “I guess. I’m not out looking, so…”

Q81. Favorite place to be touched?

His brows raise, “it depends on who’s doing the touching.”

Q82. What's something that gives you butterflies, in the romantic sense?

He laughs at first, but then calms, considering, “I guess…someone being honest with themselves. Like, they don’t have on a mask.” He chuckles, looking to the ceiling, “but I guess that’s a two way street.”

“Oh, and they wanted to give you something! CE?”

CE produces some Gladioli flowers from the void, extending them to Classic, who takes them with a confused look.

“Uh…thanks. They’re nice.”

All of the skeletons disappear, leaving only CE.

If your question wasn’t included it was either because I wanted to do something with it in the actual stories, or because it would come up later! Or just because my brain wasn’t up to answering it…(I figure getting this out missing a few questions is better than never getting it out XD).

#q&a time #all of the skeletons

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psylockexs · 7 months ago

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Puzzle starts to form

Narrator's note: This sequence will have a whole lotta talking as some gaps in the story are filled. 😉

Needless to say the new year was off to a great start. Still at half a deck of cards, a strange witch who fed off of someone, and a human who's a little too brave for Lorelei's liking. Lore had this feeling that her mother was playing a bigger game than just some... 'task force of supers'. Gathering a task force is actually very easy, and yet none of what had happened over the last few months is what should take place when you're making a task force.

So what was really going on here? Welp, none of that will be solved before getting some sleep 😴.

The next afternoon

Ting ting!

Lorelei rubbed her eyes with an annoyed groan. She was having such a nice dream...no, recollection...of her little celebration 😏and the phone just had to chime. She got up to take a look, and immediately changed her attitude when she saw who it was.

Text: Hey, Lady Than. Sorry I missed you yesterday, but I had to hop out quickly (😈). Meet later at this address? Bring only you and Mikhail.

Lore groaned as she saw the devil emoji in the text. She knew Min-ho was very observant, so of course she'd been rumbled 😆. She opened up the address he'd sent as well. It turned out to be a bar in The Hollow. The Hollow wasn't far from Ravenwood, but it was far for a little chat. Why did Min wanna talk there, and why just her and Mikhail? 🤔

Later that evening

https://on.soundcloud.com/4QfRqTJdyEebqFhH9 (club ambience)

Lore and Mikhail got to the club Min-ho mentioned, only be greeted with a surprise.

Lore: Nyon?! What are you doing here? Isn't this a nightclub?!

Nyon: Heh, rules are very different around here, Miss Morrigan 😉. If it was a strip club, sure. That's a no go. But...this is just a place to eat, drink and dance. No harm there.

Lore: Damn. Well...yeah I guess things are run differently here.

Nyon: Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.

Lorelei sat tentatively in the seat across from Nyon. Despite being 17, his face looked as if he was bearing the burdens on the world on his shoulders. Such a look didn't bode well...

https://on.soundcloud.com/BLaWoq7i1mz8V4Fw5

Lore: Wait, how are you here? How do you know Min-ho? 😮

Nyon: That's the beauty of being a Tracker, Miss. Your signature is strong enough not to miss. Min-ho requested my help regarding your current situation. I've been hearing a lot of disturbing things lately.

Mik: Like your mother feeding off of Morgyn?

Nyon: Yes. She thinks I don't know because I spend all my time studying, but that's a ruse. My crows tell me everything that's going on around the place.

Lore: Crows? You...

Nyon: Yep. Same as you. I don't have as much power as you do, Miss, but I'm able to connect with crows and see through their eyes. Which is how I spotted the things I have.

Min: It was thanks to such crows that I was able to make some decisions. You know how I never like to travel with people? Turns out Tae had a psychic tracker in his mind that was only present after our dinner party.

Lore: Olive...I knew it.

Min: It's not there anymore, though. Was that your doing?

Lore: clears throat Yeah probably. But he's just...ye know...a nobody in this...right?

Min: A nobody who's friends with a Tracker. So, he ends up ensnared in this too.

Lore: Shit...right, that reminds me. Nyon, you said you know your mother has been going off the tangent. You knew about Morgyn, yes?

Nyon: nods gravely Yes. I assume you've seen the tombstone around town that mention 'm. Olive Specter', yes? Well...those were her previous husbands. All harvested for their energy.

Lore: What? How?! I thought they were normal!

Nyon: Humans still have mana, but not enough for it to be used by them. It can be used by others, however, and Mother took advantage of that.

Mik: But one of those husbands surely wasn't normal. Otherwise, you'd just be a kid with weird genes.

Nyon: Oh, my father is...someone different. But we're not discussing me now. I can feel your question, Miss. Yes, my mother is a Morrigan, but she's severely weak.

While Nyon was talking to Lorelei, Min-ho stared deep into Mikhail's eyes. Being a Tracker came with the perk of a psychic arsenal, and there were things that Min-ho had discovered but couldn't confirm. He wanted to be sure before telling the group about them, and there was one way to do that 🤔...

#sims 4 #story #mitsuhide dynasty

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soir-rouges-esprit · 11 months ago

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xxxi.s: Coke, Blood & Handguns, “but I mean, it was also a time where I had my highest moments as well … surfing the pole bar out back all the way down on my old skateboard.” ... Oh Yeah! I remember that … then you tried it again and the fuckin thing snapped in half because it had dry rotted through the center haha. “Yep! … came fucking crashing down right on my sack … swore after that day i had to have made myself infertile … my damn balls hurt so bad I passed out.” HAHAHAAAA “WHAT!? PFFF THAT CAN HAPPEN HAHAHAHA” “FUCK YEAH IT CAN DUDE!!! IT HURT LIKE A BITCH” HAHAhaaa yeah it can … and boy watching Mrs.Roche and that assistant science teacher wheel you into school while you were crying getting you to the nurse's office … priceless memory. The boule lands on black thirty-one. *sigh* I bury my hands in my palms and rest my hands and head against the table side. ugggghhhh fuck me … this is the worst. “*sigh*” “Shit never changes come on!” We bet … again … this time I said fuck it … and bet four hundred on red seven … favorite color, lucky number. I raise back up. “Fuck it I'll go the same but black twenty-six … see if we can capture this stupid ball” Remember what they called you for a month after that? “Oh please tell me they had a name HA!?” “Yeahhhh … they kept calling me … Tony Hawk pro ball buster” Ha Ha Ha Haaaa there it is. “PFFF!! Brutal … kids are little shit-eating monsters.” Me and J replied in Unison. “Agreed!.” Yeah … sad to see it go for me as well honestly … as much as I hated it. “What about you M?” “Oh … I had probably my worst years back then … kind of all a … blur … good riddance in my opinion.” The ball rolled round and round and round … until. Red Seven! … … … WHAHAHA!!!! WOAH FUCK YEAH!!!! “WHAT!?!?!??! HOLY SHIT HOW MUCH IS THAT” “WAIT WAS THAT STRAIGHT UP SEVEN!?!?! DID YOU LAND A STRAIGHT-UP SEVEN??” We all jumped around and the rest of the roulette table celebrating with me. … I had just won my betting offer of four hundred … plus an additional thirty-five of whatever I just bet … meaning I had just fucking Scored!! … a big fourteen-thousand dollar payout … nearly tripling the money I started my day with … it was safe to say … I felt that gambling kick that dear ol dad once spoke of. I jumped up and hugged M and J … we let the croupier collect all the losing bets and clear the board, then they waved over one of the casino attendants after handing me a little slip with their signature. We took the slip with the attendant over to the main counter … where they cashed in my slip and handed me fourteen-thousand in chips. It felt a little crazy to have won that much that quick and pretty simple as well … stunned. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FUCKING WON WHAT THE HELL!?!?!” “Yeah same! Congrats! That’s crazy.” Fucking agreed … Alright J … I’m done, I’m up. “AHHHH WHAT!?!?!” “JESTER! … He is UP … he is Done.” “Agh whatever alright alright I get yah, deal is a deal … sheesh I just wanted a betting partner … fine yeah … I’m spent here then as well … my poor fucking wallet would strangle me if it had enough money left to do so.” “Agreed. I’m done as well. So what now?” Well … we are here so lets go see one of those shows they were showing here. Planet Hollywood, wasn’t just a themed casino … it also had a large theater, they hosted shows and entertainment at … [To Be Continued]

#creative writing #writing #original story

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warmaidensrevenge · 3 years ago

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey all. So I have this idea of writing a fanfic with a couple of characters in season 4 of stranger things. However a good chunk of this will be for character development. This story will include my version of season 5. Also, this will be a series. Please enjoy.

Warnings: abuse, body insecurities, angst, sexual implications, and language, slow burn. Not proof read . Let me know it there are any I missed.

Summary: Our reader doesn't want to have feelings for Eddie. He's her best friend.

Part 1: Acceptance

You were sitting at the Hell Fire table picking at your beef stroganoff. "Ugh again!?" you said out loud.

"Yep" sighed the curly headed kid sitting next to you, picking up a spoon full and letting it fall back on the tray.

"Gross!" Mike spit out.

You look up at the boys and shook your head.

" Hey Dustin? Have you seen Munson?" You question the curly haired boy. Looking at the cafeteria door waiting for his arrival.

He's never late to lunch. You thought. It's his favorite period.

" Oh yeah. He said he had to make a call " Dustin said while taking a sip of chocolate milk.

You stared back down at your tray and decided to just eat your peas. No way we're you gonna eat stroganoff 3 days in a row.

Then you heard him. Theatrical as always. He spoke out, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. It, brought a smile to your face.

"THIS MEAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL. 3 DAYS IN A ROW?! NO THANK YOU!" Eddie exclaimed. Walking backwards and accidentally bumping into a couple of cheerleaders while speaking towards the lunch lady.

"My apologies." he said with his signature smirk across his face. He does a slight bow and moves his arms gesturing for them to pass. Not noticing the ugly looks he was getting from them and the majority of the other students.

You still could never understand why they dislike him so much. Why they call him a freak? He was anything but. He was amazing. Crazy charismatic, funny, and just a big old softy to those in need. Like yourself.

You moved to Hawkins with your dad a few years ago. Your mom had up a left you guys when you were 15. Your dad couldn't handle the divorce and picked up drinking. And you had felt abandoned, which caused a depression that lead you to eat.

You got bullied so bad at school for the extra pounds you put on that he moved you guys to Hawkins. But you knew that wasn't the only thing that made you guys leave. He couldn't handle living there anymore. Too many memories of mom.

Your first day in 10th grade had started off like shit. You didn't know where to sit at lunch. You looked around the cafeteria and found an empty spot at a table with a few kids you heard laughing. All wearing identical shirts. As you made your way to the spot you tripped face first to the ground. Your lunch squished under you.

You heard laughing. While you struggled to get up, you slipped on some mashed potatoes. Falling backwards on your bottom. Bouncing a little. Your face now flushed with embarrassment then tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to fight them back and told yourself.

'Don't cry, not here, not on your first day.'

"Hey you should really watch where you're going miss piggy. You scuffed my shoe!" This pretty brunette girl in a cheer outfit scoffed.

She was standing with a few others who were laughing and pointing at you.

You dropped your eyes to the ground trying to figure how to get up without falling again. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you under your arm to help you up.

"Hey you ok? He ask softly.

"Y-yeah." You whispered.

You looked at him. A thin tall boy with a buzz cut wearing a black and white baseball tee with a cool looking logo on it. With the words Hellfire club just above it.

Your face flushed and he could tell you were about to cry.

You then saw him giving the laughing kids this type of death stare. And the laughing c'est. You took a quick glance around the room and noticed a look of fright on your peers faces.

"Hey. come on." He said while leading you out of the cafeteria.

He walked with you to the ladies room to make sure you got there alright and so you could clean up.

You were quiet. The silence was so loud as you two walked down the hall. You wanted to introduce yourself but couldn't find the courage to do so.

" I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He spoke out akwardly.

You remained quiet and felt like an ass for it.

"You're really shy huh?" Eddie asked.

You bit your lower lip out of nervousness feeling his eyes on you. You lifted your hand and gestured 🤏.

He let out a playful laugh. Then silence again.

"I'm y/n l/n" you said softly. " Uh thanks for umm helping me."

He was shocked when you finally said something.

"Sure thing. Kids out here can be kinda vicious." A very apologetic Eddie continued. " Sorry Sara tripped you."

" It's not your fault." you said looking at the side of Eddie's face.

He's cute. You thought.

A few more moments of silence passed. He took a couple of quick steps ahead of you and turned around to be in front of you. Walking slowly backwards. You looked a little worried at him. Afraid he might trip and fall too.

"Still sorry though."

He smiled in a way that made the corners of your lips turn upwards. Forgetting your previous thoughts.

The two of you stopped at the ladies restroom door. And you thanked him.

He then reached for the handle and opened the door for you. Doing a slight bow. "M'lady"

You let out a giggle. "Good sir."

You stepped forward when he started talk again.

"A real chatty Cathy." You said to yourself.

He grinned. "Hey if you want to find me at lunch on Monday. I'll introduce you to the fellas. And if you're up to it maybe... I can teach you what our club is all about. We are kinda into D & D.'

"You play dungeons and dragons? " Your question surprised him.

"You know about D & D?"

Your smile got just a bit bigger. " Meera Lang level 3 human knight at your service." You gave a quick nod.

Eddie freaked out. A girl. A girl who played D & D.

"Yeah you're definitely joining hellfire." He said. Not knowing how much that would mean to you later on.

Eddie and the guys really got you out of your shell. But sometimes you would just stay quiet so you could enjoy the conversations they had. Everyone was so funny and different. Especially Eddie. He would go on tangents about government conspiracies and how no one knew what real music was. Honestly you could listen to him talk forever.

It was a few weeks after you made friends with all the Hellfire guys. Eddie had set a shirt in front of you when you sat in the chair on his right.

"Hear yee hear yee!" Eddie proclaimed. Getting everyone's attention at the table." I present to you heathens our newest member." He held out both of his arms like if he was showing off a prize.

You blushed at the attention. Eyes widen as you looked at your new Hellfire shirt. Noticing the slight difference from all the matching ones. The sleeves were a dark green. Your favorite color. Not black like the others. You didn't know how Eddie knew that but, you couldn't contain your smile.

You ran your eyes over everyone, seeing the looks of approval. And turn to Eddie. " Thanks Munson."

His big brown eyes creased from the smile plastered on his face. He nodded officially welcome you to the club.

While picking up the shirt you looked down at the size.

A large.

Seeing it made you sink down a little in your chair. Eddie noticed the smile had faded from your face. He sat down and moved his chair close to you.

Leaning in enough so that he was just inches away. " What's wrong y/n?"

You felt a wave of nervousness rush over you. And you bit your lip. It was just a second later you released it. " It's not gonna fit." You said so low making sure that only Eddie would hear you.

"Shit!" Eddie matching your tone. " Sorry I -I should have asked. What size should I get? I can remake it."

Embarrassment filled you. You felt your face turning red. You put your hands on your lap and looked down out them. Fidgeting with your fingers. Then you saw Eddie's hand on top of yours making a flutter in your tummy. You felt a slight calming sensation run through your body. The feeling gave you the courage to look up at him. He had sorrowful look across his face.

" 2x." You said, feeling the anxiousness coming back. But his smile keeping it at bay.

" I got you, I'm sorry y/n." He spoke softly. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing the shirt and the rest of his belongings.

" Hey Ed's, where ya going? " Gareth asked.

You watched as Eddie ignored him and made his exit.

He found you after school at the bike rack unlocking your bike. He jogged up so that he could catch you before you left. He reached out to take off your headphones.

You jumped and was relieved that it was Eddie standing there instead of one of the popular kids getting ready to say something harsh.

You reached down to pause the music.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

" Hey." you uttered. " Where did you go earlier?"

His grin sent you into a frenzy. He pulled a new Hellfire shirt from where he was hiding it behind him. " This should fit."

You took it thankfully and smiled. " You remade it so fast." You said as you put down your kickstand to hold up your bike.

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck." Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have asked you what size you needed."

As soon as he finished, you step in is personal space and embrace him in a hug. The top of your head just under his chin.

Eddie was taking back for just a moment but he returned the hug. Both not caring if there were others around watching you two.

You hug for a few seconds before you realized your stomach was touching his. You start to pull away from the shame but you felt hin squeeze you a bit harder.

For some reasons you felt like he knew you need someone to accept you for all of you. Not to judge you for what's on the outside. And the few more seconds that he held on to you. You knew. He didn't care about your size. He was your friend. He accepted you.

And Eddie did. From that moment, he knew you needed a real friend. Someone who has your back and would be there whenever you needed it.

The rest was history.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your recollection.

Eddie strode up to the table where his little sheep were sitting. Shoulder length curls bouncing as he walked. All eyes on him in awww.

"You bring your own lunch Munson." You said not looking up from your tray.

He took his place at the head of the table turning his chair around so the back of it was to his front. He brought up his beat up metal lunch box and set it in front of him, opening the lid and pulling out a box of animal crackers.

"So? It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to eat that garbage." Eddie declared, leaning towards you.

You look up and he's holding up the box of crackers to you offering some. Clearly he noticed that you only ate the peas. You looked at it for a moment trying to decide if you should.

"Please tell me you're not on that stupid diet still?" Eddie lowered his voice to make it so only you could hear. "You look great."

You glanced up to see a slight worried look in his eyes. It made your stomach turn just a little. Hating it when he did that. It made you feel some type of way you really didn't want to feel.

You didn't say anything and plucked a cookie, popping it in your mouth. You looked back at he and did a slight smile while chewing. He grinned back.

Everyone at the table was excited. Tonight was campaign night. The chatter interrupted your stare off with Eddie.

"Hey Eddie, you sure you can't give us any clues for tonight?" Dustin asked with what sounding like a small plead in his voice.

"Patience is a virtue Henderson." Eddie responded with a smirk on his face. " You're all in for a surprise tonight!"

All but you were sighing out awws.

Tonight was Friday night. D & D night. You've been helping Eddie work on paint his figures all week long while he worked hard on the campaign. He really did pour his all into this one. Normally, he has multiple campaigns ready to go. But this Wednesday he up and decided to writing a whole new one.

You had admired him while his head was in the advance copy of D & D. The way he had his tongue sticking out to the side while he furiously wrote in a note book. It made you wonder what it was like to feel it in your mouth. You stopped to shake away the thought and continued to paint.

Snapping back to the present. You hear him speaking to the rest of the gang. Telling them to be prepared for tonight.

You sat in silence listening to everything that was going on. Then you felt eyes on you. Eddie was looking at you with what looked like he was gonna tell you something. But, he didn't. Instead, he offered you more cookies and you took another.

Fuck! How am I gonna tell her? Eddie thought

"You really shouldn't." You told yourself.

But, you were hungry and you didn't want to hear anymore from Eddie.

You've been on this diet for months. Well technically, it wasnt much of a diet. You were just limiting your food intake. Which was barely anything. You also went on walks for exercise. Sometimes Eddie would join you. Until he got bored.

You wanted to loose weight because you got tired of hating how you felt in your own skin. Tired of the pig noises the cheerleaders and jocks would make towards you any time you passed them. Tired of not having a guy look at you the way Eddie looks at some of the girls he likes.

"Thanks bud." You said. Giving him a small smile.

Instead of eating it you put it down on your tray.

"Hey, do you need help setting up the board for tonight? You asked him. " I can come early if you like?"

Eddie smiled. " All done. I set up last night." He said, popping a few crackers in his mouth.

" Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to do it early. Have a hot date after school." he looked away and faked a smile.

Another date? 2 in one week. You thought.

"Geez Eddie. Getting around aren't we?" Gareth joked.

You let out a small laugh with everyone else. Though it made you a little sad.

"Got to make hast while the sun is shining." Eddie replied with a grin.

"It's not serious. She won't be mad." He said to himself.

Someone else made a comment. Causing Eddie to shove his hair back and chuckle.

You glanced at him, enjoying the sight of his curls bounce. With the sun shining through the window behind him, making him look like some sort of Saint. You could have sworn he was going in slow motion.

He noticed you staring.

Eddie eyed. "You're quieter than usual y/n. What's up?"

You quickly look back down at your tray trying to play it off. "Oh nothing Munson. Just uhh lost in thought. I-i um." You cut off and stood up. Gathering your things.

" Crap. Crap. I gotta go. I completely forgot... I have to go write 2 songs for Cast Outs." You said before headed off to the library for your free period.

Eddie and the others watched as you hurried away.

He just shrugges at the others. Him knowing how you get when it comes to writing. Hoping beyond hope that you don't find out his little secret.

...

You completely sucked at singing. But, you were really great at writing songs and poetry. You wrote alot for the all girl rock band you met one night at the Hideout. You were approached by the lead singer.

She asking if you could write them a couple of songs. Apparently Eddie had been hyping you up after you had wrote one for Corroded Coffin a few months back. The ladies loved your song so much that they asked for you to help write some from then on. So most of your free time was either writing or baking. Both being your stress release.

But, If you were to be entirely honest you really didn't want to hear anymore about Eddie's future endeavors. It hurt just a little too much this time.

Why am I feeling this way?

...

Eddie was waiting for you in front of the doors to help you carry the snacks you brought. You always came bearing stuff to munch on during a campaign.

You two set up the snack table with pretzels, popcorn, chips, cookies and pop. You pulled out a small Tupperware with carrots and celery just for yourself.

Eddie looked at you with a frown. " Oh come on y/n. You're not gonna have any cookies?"

You shook your head. " I'm good bud." You gave him a small smile, lifting the container a little.

Eddie started to protest. But you pulled out a bigger Tupperware out and handed it to him. " Here you go Munson. Fresh from the oven."

Eddie grinned and opened the container, sniffing the snicker doodle cookies you always made for him on campaign Fridays. You looked down in another bag and pulled out a carton of milk for him.

You held it out for him. " Here bud."

He took it with a smile. " Aww... you're too good to me y/n. " He then placed the hand that had the milk over his heart.

He leaned in and place a quick peck on your cheek, then turned to head to his throne quickly so you couldn't smack him. You loved it so much when he did that.

The little voice in your head shouted at you. "Stop that!"

" Eww Munson! Keep your lips to yourself!" You half shouted at him and wiped your cheek. Hoping he didn't catch that small smile you had right after he kissed you.

Dustin came next to you and huffed with a lisp. "Dammit! Eddie took the cookies already!? Hey Eddie you know y/n makes those for everyone!"

You both look at Eddie who looked so majestic in his chair. He was sticking out his tongue at the curly headed boy. You let out a giggle and pulled out another container of cookies. Setting it down on the table.

" Sweet!" Dustin let out before grabbing a few.

It made you smile knowing your friends loved your cookies. Especially Eddie.

After everyone filled up their small plates you went to your seat next to Eddie.

Crunching down on a carrot. " You really out did yourself on this one Munson."

Eddie took a swig of milk in-between bites of his favorite cookies. " Yep, isn't she a beauty?"

He stood up and wiped his lips with his sleeve. " Alright ladies and gents. It's time." He side eyed you when saying ladies. Fully knowing you were the only female there.

Everyone else made there way to their seats.

Eddie brushed his hair back, revealing an ugly purple bruise on his neck.

Really a hickey?! GROSS!

A touch of jealousy washed over you for a second but you shook it off.

Nope nope.

You picked up your character sheet and prepared for the battle that you knew was soon to begin.

...

As the campaign wrapped up, the guys all began to hoot and cheer.

"Awesome!" Mike and Lucas said in unison.

"Yeah crazy good." you added.

Eddie smirked at their applause. Taking a bow. " Thank you...thank you."

"Truly one of the best ones yet!" Dustin said in amazement.

You guys cleaned up and everyone started to head out a little while later.

" Ready?" Eddie asked, handing you his empty cookie container.

You nodded stuffing it into a bag.

You both hopped in his van and Eddie started the ignition. Turning up the volume to his mixed tape you made for him a little while after you two became friends. You couldn't believe he still had it.

He started drumming his callused fingers on the steering wheel with one hand while popping a cigarette into his mouth with the other. He was about to light it but you cleared your throat. Reminding him why he couldn't.

You watch him put it back in his pack.

Eddie looked over to you. " Sorry. I forgot princess."

You rolled your eyes. " Seriously bud. I swear you have the memory of a nat. Also, what did I say about calling me that Munson?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smack his arm.

"Geez L/n! I'm driving. Are you trying to get us killed?" He chuckled.

You glared at him. " I barely touched you!"

He just smiled and laughed.

You shook your head. You couldn't even be mad at him. So you ended up laughing with him. After apologizing for him not being able to smoke around you.

You honestly didn't care that he smoked. Actually you didn't mind at all. But if you smelled like smoke when your dad was around, he would have your ass.

You check the time on the dash and it was hitting a little close to 1 am.

Shit! Dad's gonna be pissed.

Eddie pulled up to your house before you knew it. You didn't live too far from the school. Even though you wished you did. Just so you can spend a little more time with him.

Eddie shut the van off and hopped out to open your door. " M'lady"

He's such a gentleman.

" Good sir." you responded, stepping down and out the van with your arms full with bags of empty Tupperware. He closed the door behind you and headed to the back of the van to pull out your bike.

You guys slowly walk up your driveway while Eddie belted out the lyrics to Don't Fear The Reaper. You watched him with joy. However, you needed to get him to stop.

He did stop singing after you shush him.

" Munson please. You'll wake up the neighborhood."

" Well, they need some good music in their lives. Who am I to deny them such pleasure?" Eddie turning lifting his arm in the air.

So dramatic this one is.

You shook your head but couldn't help your lips from grinning.

Finally at the front door you put the bags down to look for your keys. Eddie went to set down your bike.

"Still heading to the Hideout tomorrow?

You looked up at him " Of course. Can't let my best friend perform with out his number 1 supporter." You paused for a second." Umm...pick me up at 7?"

" Yes ma'am!" He said raising his hand to salute you.

Your eyes caught the deep purple bruise on his neck again. You stood there in silence for a moment. Hanging your head.

Why does it hurt seeing that?

Eddie looked at you tilting his head to the side. " What's up?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his big brown ones.

" A hickey Munson? Seriously?"

His left arm moved to the back of his neck. The quick shine from the front porch light reflecting off his rings moved across your face.

He let out a sigh "Oh uh yeah. Things kinda got out of hand."

Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. Please don't ask who...

" You don't say?" You replied sarcastically.

" Uhhh...You don't know y/n. Man. She was kissing on my neck and grinding on top of me. And- and she did this thing with her hips-"

You raised up you hand cutting him off. " Uh... Eww. That's enough."

Eddie chuckled. " Sorry."

Just then you heard your dad calling out.

Eddie sighed in relief to himself.

"Shit!" you said as you turned your head to the door. " He sounds drunk. Better head out of here bud. You know know how he gets when he's had a few."

You look back at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and gave you a quick hug and headed back to his van.

You picked up the bags and let yourself into the living room. Closing and locking the door behind you.

"Hey dad... I'm home." You placed your keys in the ceramic bowl you made for your dad when you were 10. As a father's day gift.

You walked to the kitchen and saw your father sitting at the table, refilling a glass with what looked like whiskey.

" Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

" Yeah dad. I'm sorry. I- should have called. The campaign went on a little longer than planned. I'm sorry."

You set the bags down on the counter and turned to look at him.

He got up from his seat. Stumbling to stand up straight. With the drink in his hand, he made his way towards you.

" Don't lie to me. You were out being a filthy slut weren't you!?" His words slurred.

Your eyes widen from the shock of what he just said.

" DAD NO!" You shouted.

" Out being a whore! Just like your cunt of a mother!"

" DAD?!"

He swings back his drink and slams the empty glass on the counter next to the bags. After breaking the cup he grabs both of your arms.

"DAD PLEASE!" You begged trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulled back a little. " YOU WILL NOT BE LIKE THAT BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He then position his arm to the side and the back of his hand strikes you across the face.

Your eyes swell with tears immediately from the pain. Your cheek was suddenly red hot from the hit. Your father released his grip on you and stepped back. Staring at you for a few moments.

You saw the instant regret in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, stopped for a second and walked to the living room to plop himself on the couch. He was out before you could process what just happened.

He has never did that. He yelled. He always yelled. But, never in your 18 years has he ever lift a finger towards you.

You looked at the date on the fridge and sighed. It was his and mom's anniversary. As tears fell from your face you grabbed ice and wrapped it with a towel to pressed it against your cheek. You flinched from the pain. But held it there. You quickly cleaned up the glass and went upstairs to your room. You walk in and locked your door. While sitting on the bed you sobbed quietly.

A minute passed and you jumped at the sound of tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away.

You look over and recognized your frizzy hair friend. You went to opened the window. " Munson what the hell are you doing here?"

You turned to hide the bruise that was forming on your cheek and hid the ice pack behind you.

" I wanted to check to see if you were ok." He said, climbing into your room. Closing the window after.

You move to your record player and turn it on. To muffle the sound of your voices. You didn't want to wake up your dad after what just happened. Then you hid the ice pack in your desk drawer. Hoping Eddie didn't see you do it.

He moved towards you. " y/n?"

You could feel his presence lingering just a few feet from you. You slump your shoulders and wrapped your arms around to hug yourself. Swallowing the lump that was building in your throat. Just so you can speak.

"I'm g-good Munson."

Even you weren't convinced as it came out of your mouth.

You felt Eddie's big hand on your shoulder.

Without taking a second to think. You turned and hugged him. Crying into his chest. Tears staining his his Hellfire shirt.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Y/n what's wrong? Y/n Please. . . Please talk to me." The concern in his voice hurt your heart.

He pushed you back slightly and cupped your chin. Trying to get you to look at him. The cold from his rings sent a chill down your spine.

You resisted for a moment. But eventually gave in and looked up. Meeting his gaze.

Eddie dropped his hand to your shoulder and his eyes widen. Fury replaced the sadness that you just saw.

"HE HIT YOU! HE FUCKING HIT YOU?! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The anger in his voice frighten you. You never heard him so angry.

"Shhhh please!" You begged. " You'll wake him."

"I DONT CARE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?"

He moved away from you and head for the door. You grabbed his hand and squeeze it. Tugging him back.

" Eddie..." you paused. "please."

The sound of you voice made him stop in his tracks. You didn't used his nickname. It's always either bud or Munson. Even when you were mad at him, you would use his full legal name. Which is when he knew he fucked up. Never Eddie though.

" Please dont. You'll just make it worst." You whimpered.

He hung his head. "He shouldn't be hitting you y/n."

" He didn't mean to. It's just- it's his and mom's anniversary. He... He was just really drunk."

" That's NOT an excuse." He said way harsher than he meant to.

He turned to you and lifted his hand up to cup your cheek that wasn't hurt and furrowed his brow. "Y/n that's not okay...This isn't okay."

"I-I know." you sighed putting your hand on his. You dropped your gaze down to the floor. " He never did this before. You should've seen his face after. He- he didn't mean it." Fresh tears rolled down your face.

The words made Eddie pull you back into his arms. " What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

A few moments passed.

"Please stay with me." You said just above a whisper.

He place a soft kiss on the top of your head and agree.

You didn't bother putting on pajamas. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and climbed into bed. You then watched as Eddie took off his leather jacket and set it down on your desk chair. He sat at the edge of the bed and took off his Reeboks. He then climbed under the covers and pulled you into him. Allowing you to resting your head on his chest.

Tears ran over the bridge of your nose onto his shirt.

" It's ok y/n. I'm here. I got you." He said while rubbing your back and holding you a little tighter. " I'm here."

The words eased the sudden stab of insecurity you had of him touching your back rolls.

You loved your best friend. He always made you feel safe and made the pain in your heart hurt just a little less every moment you spent with him. His voice calmed your anxiety. His touch was like the magic cure for your nerves. His presence just made your life brighter.

As you laid wrapped in Eddie's strong arms, drifting into a deep slumber. His heart beat being the sweetest of lullaby's. It all became clear to you now. You wished it could just stop. All of the thoughts you shoved down or tried to shake off for so long. All the hugs you've shared. The nights you've stayed together. The laughs. After all this time...You knew you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Eddie Munson...

Well shit!

@yappydoo

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freezegirl · 8 months ago

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"i'm counting on it," murmurs the younger of the two. "because it's getting kinda itchy." she scrunches up her nose as if to prove that particular point to rey. "i should probably sit onto my hands so i won't pick at it." then she nods her head. rey is right. though it's not just kie who has to take that lesson to heart. it's her friends, too.

will stronghold, especially.

it's been years since high school and people still conflate the person he is nowadays with the person he was back then. it grieves her, still. will's a legacy kid, much like herself. but whereas kie's parents weren't around very much, his parents were.

in a way, it had been easier for her. no parents around meant not disappointing them as much. or, at least, disappointing them where they could not see her do so.

"yep!" there's another attempt at a feeble grin. "i worry about her too, though. aisling has a lot onto her plate. i wish she'd let me help out more." i can do it is what she does not say aloud. i can help. i can be useful.

instead, she turns her attention to rey and the story she's telling. it makes her heart soar. she loves love, and even though she's seen it gone wrong up close more than once, she has to believe that it can go right, too. that the good will outweigh the bad.

rey is warm hearted. kind. it's in her name. a ray of sunlight made manifest. rarely has kie met someone who helps in a way rey has. clever hands, clever tongue, all ensconced in gentle warmth.

the force, kie thinks, must have protected rey. must have made it so that rey could help without getting frostbite or losing her body heat. or maybe rey has innate abilities, too, aside from that connection.

either way, kie is glad for it. glad for this respite that she doesn't deserve - not really, not quite - but still got tossed into her lap by the universe as a whole.

"did you guys get along immediately or did it take some work to get where you are right now? also, if he was the crown prince back then, does that make you a princess now?" it's been years since high school but it almost feels like she's interviewing someone again. a vox pop for the av club or the year book club or something like that.

"i'm in college now, but we had this, ah, power placement thing at my high school to determine which classes you'd follow and which track you'd be placed in. which, yeah, i know what that sounds like." it almost makes her wince again. "very old rules made up by old men." which makes it almost poetic that will - the grandson of the person who created sky high and sky u - was the one who broke down all those barriers.

"we went alphabetically. my last name starts with a g, so i went first. turned the gym into a winter wonderland. and then warren was up next. he powered up and for the first time in a long while, i felt warm. like actually warm and not the warmth that goes away easily, like a cup of tea gone cold or stepping out from beneath the warm shower - i don't... my body isn't good at regulating it's own temperature, at warming itself up. i can hold onto warmth but never for long. but being near warren when he powered up, it felt like being near the sun. then he overshot and turned the place into a water park, then a sauna. that's when i had to tap out; it got way too hot for me so i slipped out the door right as coach boomowski - everyone calls him boomer - bestowed the nickname hothead onto him."

she snorts, then she does wince because of the pain.

"i liked him from the moment i first saw him, but i could feel him beforehand too. it was easy. it still is. everyone's got a heat signature, or in my case, a muted one or lack thereof. his is just so much brighter than anyone else's. i've---i think i've always been drawn to that. to him. it's the fire and ice of it all. the instinctual need for balance, i suppose. anyway, i doubt warren knows how much of a torch - pun not intended this time - i carried for him since the beginning, though, because he's had a lot to contend with." which is not her story to tell so she won't elaborate on that. "and i never really found the courage to do the whole vowel sound thing in his vicinity, so the first time we interacted was at homecoming. froze up my whole arm to get his attention. we ended up hanging out afterwards and we never really stopped, much to my delight."

"well... for what it's worth, i think it will be healed quickly." the injury isn't so deep; the pain is probably the worst part of it. its location beneath her eye means it's likely UNCOMFORTABLE, every time khione smiles -- or tries to. rey can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as she watches her grimace. "and you don't always have to be brave. that's a lesson i'm still trying to learn myself."

rey wipes her hands, finally coming to sit on the chair across from the other. she nods as khione speaks, letting that particular pang of fondness and grief that always comes when something reminds her of leia wash over her. "i'm familiar," she smiles. "she'll probably only be a bit concerned. i think she'll mostly be proud of you. and besides -- it's nice to have someone who cares enough to WORRY, right?"

she knows all about parents who can't be bothered. so of course the alternative is welcome. and she's happy khione has found that for herself, too. "oh, sure. this is one of my favorites. well -- in the midst of the war, we were in battle against the first order. i took the falcon and started lightspeed skipping, hoping to catch kylo ren's ship by surprise. but... one thing led to another, and i fell out of orbit. i crash landed on thor's home world, asgard. at the time, he was the crown PRINCE. so he was tasked with keeping an eye on me, i suppose, to protect his people. and all the while, he lent aid to repair the ship and help me return home. i thought he was kind... and handsome, of course. the rest is history."

#liightsided #freeze girl / marvel.#//oh no pls make it as long or short as you want i love thorrey i will want to read about their meet cute 58394839 times #//& also tyvm <3 #queue.

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borzoilover69 · 2 years ago

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> BORZOI: READ HOMESTUCK LIKE ITS 2011 (PART 4)

(4256) THERE HE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SCIENCE PROJECT! HELLO DEAREST!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ WOJAK POINT WOJAK POINT THEYRE CONVERSING!

I'm throwing popcorn at my screen and laughing my ass off HEY COOLKID is this you? Hahah. Hehe. Hahaha. I'm not falling for your tricks cool kid.

BURST OUT LAUGHING. THE WAYYYS THAT THE JAKE AND DIRK GET JANES GOAT ABOUT THINGS GOOD LOOORD. Jane jabs at Jake at grammar and stuff, Dirk does it with Jane, just little consistencies in friendship is what they're so endearing for. They're like "uh huh. yep. you certainly used that word. mhm." *judging*. But in an ENDEARING way ok. The "that sure was a phrase you used".

This is important!! Also this reminds me you should probably go talk to Hal here it's trained off dialog from the comic and as of this post stands at a staggering 14.1k messages! I always like to see what people say to him (when they send it) and he can be really funny!

I haven't checked on him for a hot minute so the accuracy is to be determined but look! Here's him right now! Go talk to him!

4257

What is. What is blud doing in the background. I like to think seb has an inner monologue similar to dirk striders where hes like going "This thing needs to be moved. Geez Jane, this place is a mess." or "I'm awake and ready to serve fucker." You get the gist. Inner monologue going crazy as he works but being full aware ain't nobody hearing his cool wittisms. Janes expression is completely valid lmfao

Here is another moment of Jane casting doubt on her abilities. And here's where Dirk talks.. about his ancestor for the first time. You know what I guess I can bring up the post where I went over.. dirks jealousy of Dave and self internalisation of that hate? To be honest I'm surprised it got the attention it did. Its been something that I thought about for so long but I never brought it up because it felt and still does to a merit "taboo". Nobody really talks about what admiration can do on the flip side, how it can make you measure yourself up, make you feel attached in a way that provides you with a flip flop between intense aspiration to despisal and envy.

Except.. that isn't exactly true. As I pointed out before, Jane casts doubt on her ability to live up to her ancestors legacy, even if it's just a joking legacy.

You fancy yourself a SKILLED PRANKSTRESS, if by no other measure than lineage. Though at times you feel it's tough to fill those shoes when you are SURROUNDED BY JOKERS. Seriously, the shenanigans perpetrated by your pals make your old school japes feel KIND OF PEDESTRIAN SOMETIMES,

Poppop Crocker was a LEGENDARY COMEDIAN, following in the footsteps of his grandfather who of course was the greatest southern pranking legend of all time. One day, you hope to follow in poppop's too.

GG: Maybe I'm just stuck in the dark ages of pranksterism with my funny mustaches corny old joke book.

Jane and Dirks parts are equal parts jokes as it is thinly veiled inner conflict of ideas they have about themselves and their role. Dirk is sort of ironic in how seriously he takes his irony. Which means it's not really as ironic as he thinks it is.

4258 goes hard.

TT: Ever hear of Con Air?GG: Nope.GG: Wait...GG: Wasn't that some bit of action schlock from the 90's?TT: Yes. GG: Some of the silly nonsense referenced in his work was well before my time. I don't have the wherewithal to investigate all this minutia. TT: Yeah, it doesn't matter really. But it was from that. Dude weirdly obsessed over that shit movie for years, among others.TT: Know those signature shades you see him wearing on magazine covers and stuff? Another prop. A gift from Stiller himself, I believe.

You know this seems like an old man gay yaoi issue. Now why EXACTLY dear sir.. were you obsessed with the very movie that your best friend had as a favourite? You know it's tragic. Alpha Dave SHOULDVE banged that old man.

You know one of you guys will have a field day analysing this piece of text and I know it, you know it, so put on your goggles spaceman.

4259

I'm not going to provide screenshots, but this is where Seb starts getting antsy, and Dirk says that Jane will be the leader of their group, drawing parallels to page 2682 where John and Rose are talking about their null session, unable to get any further.

TT: This session was never meant to bear fruit. TT: It's barren, so to speak. EB: that's a bit of a bummer! EB: i am still skeptical about that, though. TT: That's why you're our leader, John. EB: huh? TT: Optimism through stalwart skepticism is a defect not everyone is lucky enough to be cursed with. EB: that's stupid. EB: i'm not your leader, i am your FRIEND, there is a BIG difference! TT: Statements like that are also why you're our leader. EB: pff. EB: laaaaaaaame. TT: Yes, kind of.

But in Dirks, he chooses it because he thinks thats "the thing to do"

TT: I'm sure you must be aware by now that you'll be the leader of our group, as you will be the first to enter the session. GG: Um, no? GG: This is news to me. I never gathered that "team leader" was a thing for this game. TT: Trust me. It's a thing. GG: Are you sure? I have my doubts. GG: I believe as a group we will have the temerity to succeed, without my having to order people around like an insufferable bossypants. TT: That's why you're our leader, Jane. GG: Hm? TT: Optimism through stalwart skepticism is an affect not everyone is plucky enough to be graced with. GG: That's stupid! TT: Yeah yeah. I know. TT: You're not our leader, you're our FRIEND, right? GG: Precisely! GG: There is a BIG difference! TT: And statements like that are also why you're our leader. TT: But only in name and in spirit. Less so, functionally. TT: If it puts your mind at ease, I'll be the one pulling the strings here.

This reads to me a lot as something he orchestrated, something he thought up to look cool, but what's the point of saying all this shit when you say afterwards you're just going to say that she's controlling none of it and really it's just you (which really, in the end it wasn't). Jane points out a pretty good point about there not being a true LEADER leader, and Dirk just plows on. He proceeds to have a long and eyeroll worthy emphasis about how much he can serve, how good he is at it, how Jane only has to call and he'll come to the rescue, not to worry at ALL. I mean i have to laugh. Here he is emphasising how much he can serve and he can't. He can't at all. Pushing someone in a direction does not always equal helping. His suggestions are befitting his aspect sure, but doesn't always mean it's the right solution!

4261-64 moving on.

The dads are always so incredibly endearing. ANd i love when janey does the lil. :| at people like giiirll me too! Absurd whimsy everywhere. Hey look at lil seb g-

4266 OH NO NOT THERE LITTLE SEB!! GOOD LAWRD.

Dad crocker is incredibly funny to me i will tell you why in a hot second

GET IUT JANE!! ALL OF THIS IS MALAAARKEY!! Even now quite a few of her friends are being INCREDIBLY silly to this girl from a normal childhood growing up in a normal time!! Egads!!

Reminds me of the times where I was travelling around ( i travel a lot majority of my friends expect im outside constantly) and they swore i just wasnt real because i show up in random places that contradict each other and go missing for weeks only to be found on some desert island hunting crabs.

But anyways

4271- 4273

Sorry i dont have much to say just imagine me with the goofiest smile on my face.. like <:}... Like ah.. yes.

Nearby, someone or something bleats like a goat for strategic purposes.

And also

Ironic purposes.

.... :} !!!

Look.. heehee... hes so :D!! His bes friend... :3 Silly..

4282 THEY DONE KILLED OFF THE MOST WHIMSICAL GIRL!

4283 ITS SO OVER.

[ END OF ACT 6 ACT 1 ] ?! Hey wait what does this mean for us. hey wait what does this mean hey wai-

[ screen cuts to BLACK with cue card with words "HUSSLE" in comic sans. ]

4299 panel goes hard? So does 4303

JADE: witch powers can teleport things, and fling things around through space at very high velocities JADE: all sorts of stuff! JADE: but to be honest, im not sure how much of that is attributable to inheriting becs abilities... JOHN: man, spacey witch powers sound a lot more versatile than my powers, frankly. JOHN: not that i'm complaining, because wind powers are still awesome. JOHN: but anyway, that is neither here nor there!

I'll leave you on this piece of dialog to consume. I'll see you all in the next part. As always anons and comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

#homestuck #hom3stuck #homestuck meta #borzoi meta #borzoi reread #borzoi talks #jane crocker #jake english #dirk strider #john egbert #jade harley

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blackhakumen · 2 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #1107: Grimamce Café (Persona 5 x Sonic)

12:09 p.m. in the Streets of Shiyuba..........

Sojiro: (Walking on the Sidewalk Woth Sae and Omega) So......(Smirks at Sae in Particular) You and Dr. Takemi, huh?~

Sae: (Quickly Looks Away While Blushing) It's not what you think, Sojiro. Ta- Takemi-san and I are only professional associates, nothing more other than that.

Sojiro: Really? Well, this might just be me being old fashioned, but I don't think I've ever recall seeing two professional associates getting all close and flirty with one another.

Omega: Or the fact that the doctor has blown you a kiss as we left her office.

Sae: (Bashfully Glares at Omega) You weren't supposed to see that but me, Omega-kun! (Turns Away Again While Puffing her Cheeks into a Cute Looking Pout) And besides, she's far more flirtatious than I'll ever be.....

Sojiro: So you two DO have a thing going on right now.

Sae: (Groans in Annoyance and Defeat as She Turns Back to Sojiro) Fine, you win. Tae-san and I have been romantically involved for a while now. (Starts Blushing Once More While Looking Away a Bit) And....it would be dishonest for me to say that I.....haven't enjoyed her company as of late~

Omega: Would you like me to teach you how to write love related poems? It will have a 50% chance of being on par woth the doctor's flirting.

Sae: (Giggles Softly) I'll give it some thought, Omega-kun, thank you. ('Sigh') In the meantime, I should give her afternoon latte before she starts getting crabby again....

Sojiro: (Opens Up his Café in Front of him) Well, lucky for you two lovebirds, I think I might generous enough to give you one free on- (Slowly Turns to See What Happenend to his Café) the......house?.......

Much to the surprise to trio, the once cleaned LeBlanc Café has turned into purple filled mess with Futuba, Mona, Lavenza, Yusuke, and Haru laying on the floor unconscious with purple, liquid looking goop on each of their faces.

Sae: What.....exactly are we looking at right now?

Sojiro: (Pinches his Nose While Letting Out a Sigh) I dunno, but I have no doubt in my mind that this is Futuba's doing....

Omega: (Turns to Sojiro) Shall I activate my emergency alarm feature?

Sojiro: (Place his Hand Up to Omega) No need. I'll handle this. ('Clears Throat') Oh no, the entire café is a mess!? What a shame! And I went through all the trouble to bring the Great, Powerful Oscar Pine all the the way from Mantle to come here for a visit-

Futuba: (Immediately Gets Up From the Ground) OSCAR'S HERE!?

Morgana: (Gets Up From the Ground as Well) WHERE!?

Lavenza: (Gets Up as Well) IS HE WILLING TO ACCEPTS QUESTIONS AND GIVE US AUTOGRAPHS!?

The trio looks around the café and there was no great and power Farm Boi in sight unfortunately.

Futuba: Ah man. (Puts on a Pouty Look on her Face in Disappointment) We've been duped!

Sojiro: Yeah. (Crosses his Arms While Giving her Daughter and the Others his Signature Fatherly Glare) And this whole charade of yours or whatever has come to an end. (Turns to Yusuke and Haru, Still on the Floor) You two get up from that floor too. Joke's over.

Yusuke: (Sighs While Getting Up From the Ground Along with Haru) So much for staying in deceased......

Haru: (Smiles Sheepishly) At least it was fun while it lasted.

Sae: Why is the café filled with purple.... goop everywhere!?

Omega: And who exactly is this Oscar Pine person?

Futuba: (Brushes Off All the Purple Goop From Off of Her) Relax, it's not purple goop. (Smiles Brightly) It's the new Grimace Shake!

Sojiro: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Grimace Shake? They made a shake dedicated to that weird, looking purple monster thing?

Futuba: Yep! (Lick the Shake From Out of her Finger) ('Mmh') It's his birthday today, so the gang and I decided to do our part in the meme.

Sojiro: (Looks Up at the Ceiling While Sighing Some More) Dear lord, It's ALWAYS have to involve a stupid meme.....Alright. What sort of meme are you kids these days, are doing this time?

Futuba: It's like you said: Grimace is this weird looking purple monster, so weird looking that he could fit right into the horror genre.

Yusuke: This, in turn, gives everyone in the internet, the idea to use their purchased milkshakes as horror like ascetic in each of their videos

Haru: Most of which has gotten a lot more creative overtime. See?

Haru shows the trio a video compilation of the recently mentioned Grimace Birthday Shake Meme on her phone, most of which has gotten more impressively horrifying than the last.

Sae: This.....is the meme boils down to, huh?

Morgana: Yeah, but don't worry. No one is harmed in the making of these videos.

'CRASH'

Morgana: .......At least I hope that's the case.

Omega: You still have yet to give me the answer of who this Oscar Pine person is.

Futuba: (Smiles Excitedly) I thought you've never asked, Big Guy!~ Take it away, Inari!~

Yusuke: ('Clears Throat') Oscar Pine, a character from a web show known as RWBY, was once a humbled farm boy living under his aunt's roof till one faithful day, a spirit once known as Professor Ozpin, has reached into the bou's self conscious and convinced him to leave his home, join alongside a group of huntsmen and huntresses on a quest to destroy Salem and her hordes of Grimm, while also battle and coming to terms of having his soul merges together with the former professor of Becon Academy.

Futuba: And we love him SOOOOOOOOOO much because of that!!~ He's sweet, brave, and only doing his very best. We even formed a fan club dedicated to him and everything. (Shows Omega the Oscar Pine Fanclub Pin)

Haru: (Frowns Sadly) That poor dear has been through so much in the las few volumes......

Futuba: ('Sigh') Tell me about it. He got punched in the face by his girlfriend's uncle, pinned into the wall, wasn't invited to Ironwood's party for some reason, got shot and left for dead, then gets attack and kidnapped by a some walking, talking Hound Grimm while his so called "friends" were too shook to do anything knowing damn well they've faced a whole lot WORST THAN-

Yusuke: Futuba.

Futuba: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Calming Herself Down) Right. Sorry. Still haven't gotten over that episode.....Oh and then he was taken into Salem's lair, she decided to torture him just to get back at her ex-husband.

Yusuke: Which happens to be the Ozpin who was once known as the deceased warrior, Ozma.

Sae: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Oh god. That's horrible.

Sojiro: Yeah. Poor kid been through a lot.

Morgana: But even with all of that happened to him, he STILL went out of hid way to keep fighting, helping out the best he can no matter how hard it gets for him down the road.

Lavenza: His relentless drive and determination alone has managed to move everyone of us into adoring him more than we originally thought we would.

Omega: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Tragic, cruel upbringing and the endurance of an elite robot....I can see why your admiration levels for him are increasing.

Futuba: Right? RIGHT!?

Yusuke: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) That Farm Boi deserves every respect, recognition, and hugs that comes his way.

Meanwhile in JNPRO'S Household........

Oscar was watching TV in the living room with his girlfriend and partner, Ruby Rose, before placing his hand onto his forehead..

Ruby: (Turns to Oscar) Something's wrong, Oscar?

Oscar: I dunno......I think I felt pride and proud of everything I've went through so far.

Ruby: (Giggles Softly) Well, you should!~ You're the strongest person we know after all.

Oscar: (Smiles Sheepishly) I....wouldn't exactly call myself the strongest, but....thanks. ('Sniff') I means a lot that you guys think highly of me.

Ruby: (Eyes Widened in Complete Worry) ('Gasps') Oh my gosh, Oscar! Are you crying?

Oscar: (Felt Tears Falling Down From his Eyes) Huh. I..... ('Sniff') guess I didn't noticed until then, huh? (Let's Out a Chuckle Before Frowning) But no seriously, why do I feel like I want a hug or two right now?

Ruby: Oh honey!~ (Pulls Oscar into a Loving Hug) You can have all the hugs you want right now~ Isn't that right, everyone!?

Almost all of Ruby and Oscar's friends and family (Weiss, Blake, Yang, Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, Ren, Emerald, Sun, Neptune, and Whitley) suddenly joins into the hugfest.

Everyone: Of course~/We got you!/We love you so much, Oscar!~

Oscar: ('Sniff') Thanks. (Hugs Everyone Back) I love you guys too.....Wait, where did half of you even came from-

Back in the Café

Sojiro: Well, I'm glad you kids had fun with your little birthday meme or whatever you call it, but would you mind cleaning all this purple goop milkshake off my floors and table already? Im-

The Gang: Running an establishment here, we know.....

Sojiro: (Raised an Eyebrow) Is that sass of your telling me you want to double your cleaning chores?

The Gang: No sir!

Sojiro: (Simply Nodded) Hm. That's what I thought.

'I'm a shape-shifter!~ A Poe's Masquerade~"

Sae: Apologies. (Takes her Phone Out of her Pocket) I need to take this. (Answers Call) Hello? Sae Niijima speaking...Oh! H-Hey, it's you. What's wrong?.....Yes, the boys and I made it back to the café safe and sound. And lucky for you, Sojiro says that he'll make your latte for free. (Place her Hand on the Phone Speaker Before Whispering to Sojiro) You do mean what you said earlier, did you?

Sojiro: Yeah, it'd on the house. Don't worry about it.

Sae: ('Sighs in Relief') Okay, thank you. (Resumes Back to her Phone Call) Yep! They're free just for you........(Playfully Rolls Her Eyes a Bit) Yes, I know. I'm a sweetheart. There's really no need to think me really. I just did what anyone would do for their partners. But anyways, I'll come back to the office to give you your drink in a little while. Do not try and overwork yourself before I get there or I will NOT be pleased.......Wait, why are........(Immediately Blushing) N-No, I am NOT cute one in the relationship, you are!......('Sighs Heavily') Alright. I suppose I'll take your word for it for now. Just.....be careful for me, okay?.......I love you too, dear. See you later.

Sae ends her phone call before she notices a few sly smirks pointing directly at her.

Sae: ........What?

Futuba: "Cute one in the relationship?"~

Morgana: "Free drink?"~

Lavenza: "I love you, dear?~"

Yusuke: (The Only One Who isn't Smirking) Who exactly was that you were talking to if you don't mind me asking.

Sae: I-

Omega: (Smiles Brightly) Dr. Tae Takemi was the person she was talking to.

Sae: (Turns and Glares at the E-Series Robot While Blushing Bright Red) OMEGA!

Morgana/Lavenza: (Gasps Loudly as They Clasps Their Hands Together)

Haru: Oh my!~

Yusuke: Interesting.....So this whole time, you're romantically acquainted-

Futuba: WITH REN-REN'S DOCTOR!?

Sae turns to Sojiro, who in return, gives her the silent shrug, before sighing in complete, utter defeat.

Sae: Yes.....You've guessed right. Me and Tae-san....are dating. For a while now. (Starts Blushing Once More) And I enjoy every moment we have together~

Haru: (Clasps her Hands Together With a Bubbly Smile on her Face) AWWWWWWWWWW!~

Lavenza: That's soooo romantic~

Morgana: And really cute too!~

Yusuke: Who would've thought the Intimidating Prosecutor in all of Shiyuba would fall in love with a highly skilled doctor?

Omega: Love works in mysterious ways.

Futuba: (Slams her Hands on the Table) Give me details, woman! We need to know EVERYTHING!!!~

Sojiro: She'll tell you when she gets off from work later on and AFTER you all clean all this purple crap you made. Now get to it, all of you!

The gang groans loudly as they begin to clean up the entire café.

Sojiro: (Turns to Omega) Omega, I'm sorry, but could you help them out for me? It'll make the whole process quicker.

Omega: Affirmative. (Aids in on the Cleaning)

Sae: ('Sigh') They're finally off my back for now. (Turns to Sojiro) I suppose I owe you one.

Sojiro: (Smiles Brightly) Ah, think nothing of it. Can't have the doctor's sweetheart getting all flustered and underwhelmed now, can we?~

Sae: (Groans While Facepalming Herself) Just....make me the damn latté already before you regret it, Sojiro Sakura!!

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, alright. I'm going, drama queen.

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