#she takes one look at him and goes: yup! you're going to be my dad now

[locomoqo]

enemies to lovers that are now husband and wife with a baby girl BUT STILL HAVE THAT BANTER 🙈 with my glorious king goo kim

only you

— goo kim x reader

details: nothing but pure fluff <33

A/N: i think goo would be top tier girl dad, also I was listening to los retros while writing this

The early morning sun peeked through the curtains as you stirred awake, the soft coos of your baby girl, Joo-Won, coming from the crib beside your bed. You hear shuffling next to you and stretch your arm over to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel the warmth of your husband, Goo, but instead, it was cold and empty.

Annoyed, you grumbled under your breath, throwing off the covers and swinging your legs off the bed. You wrap your robe around yourself before venturing out of the room. You found him exactly where you expected. He was standing in the kitchen, attempting to feed your daughter with a bottle. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his usual "I-can-handle-anything" face a little less confident as Joo-Won kept pushing the bottle away.

"You're up early," you said, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed, a smirk on your face. "Or did you finally realize you're terrible at this?"

"Terrible?" he shot back, glancing over at you before turning his attention back to Joo-Won. "For your information, she was fine until you walked in. Your presence stresses her out." He replies, trying to feed your daughter again.

You snorted, walking over to take her from his arms. "My presence stresses her out? You're the one who can't seem to feed her." You retort with a teasing smile.

"Oh, excuse me, genius of baby caring. I don’t recall you getting a degree in baby care either." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.

You stuck your tongue out at him and adjusted your baby girl in your arms. "I don't need a degree, I have instincts. Something you apparently lack."

Joo-Won immediately latched onto the bottle once you adjusted her position, and you gave your husband a smug look over the top of her head. He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed but pretending not to be.

"Uh-huh. Instincts. Sure. But you’ll still need me when she’s a teenager and asks about things like umm life and all that. You'll just be the one she goes to for snacks." He says.

"Life and all that," you repeat after him with clear mockery, bouncing Joo-Won gently as she contentedly drank her bottle. "I’ll be the one she comes to when she wants to know how to survive the chaos of life."

"Yeah? And I’ll be the one she turns to when she needs to handle difficult people, like her mom," he teased, stepping closer, his lips quirking up into a playful grin.

You tilted your head, meeting his eyes with a challenging stare. "Oh, she’ll learn to handle difficult people by watching how I deal with you every day." You tease back.

He smirked, his hand slipping around your waist. "Deal with me? Is that what we're calling it now?" His voice was low, playful, with that infuriatingly smug edge that used to drive you crazy—back when you swore you’d never fall for him.

"Yup," you quipped, leaning into him slightly. "And so far, I’m winning."

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But let’s be real. You wouldn’t want life any other way."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. "Maybe not." You hum.

Just as you were about to say something else, your daughter gurgled, her big eyes blinking up at the two of you as if she was wondering what all the fuss was about. Your husband looked down at her, his expression softening immediately.

"She’s definitely on my side," he said, brushing a hand over her tiny head.

"Oh please," you scoffed, cradling her closer. "She’s going to be just like me."

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before whispering, "We’ll see about that."

As she finished her bottle and drifted back off to sleep, you caught his gaze again. The teasing faded just a bit, replaced by the quiet understanding you had built over time—the way only two people who had once been enemies and now loved each other deeply could.

"You’re lucky I love you," you murmured.

"Luckiest guy in the world," he replied, a glint of humor in his eyes. "Even if I have to deal with your constant need to be right."

"And I’ll keep reminding you of it," you whispered, standing on your toes to give him a quick kiss.

"Wouldn’t have it any other way." He smiled.

[howlingday]

When I was a boy, I only had one dream. I wanted to grow up to be just like my dad. You see, my father wasn't just an adventurer. He was a LEGENDARY adventurer.

Papa Arc: And then I kissed the beast so fair~

Papa Arc: And kissed her beastly bits down there~

When he would come back from his trips, I would sit in the tavern an listen to his songs, and I'd imagine myself traveling with him.

Papa Arc: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA~!

Lady: Kyaaah~!

That's right! My father is the one and only NICHOLAS ARC, the greatest Bard in the whole Kingdom! And I was going to be a Bard just like him!

Or, at least, that's what I thought at the time.

I guess part of growing up is realizing that your heroes aren't perfect. They're flawed people, and sometimes those flaws get really, REALLY messy.

Jaune: Dad, I'm home~!

Papa Arc: NOT THE PROSTATE! NOT THE PROSTATE~!

It was the day when I walked in on my father getting his butt plowed in the middle of an interspecies foursome. Again.

At that moment, I decided that I didn't want to be like my father.

Jaune: Dad...

Papa Arc: WHOA?! You're home early! Wait, let me explain! I'm practicing wrestling!

Jaune: Dad...

Papa Arc: Remember the basics of CQC!

Jaune: Dad, I know what sex is...

Jaune: Dad... I said I wanted to be a Bard like you when I grow up... But I've changed my mind. I'm going to become a PALADIN.

Papa Arc: ...

Papa Arc: Heh... That's a great idea, son! Chicks dig Paladins!

Jaune: No, Dad... A REAL Paladin, not the Fallen kind.

Grimm Lady: Ooh~! Your son is really cute~!

--------------------------------------------------

Years later...

Jaune: Ambrosius, Spirit of Creation and Control, please give me the strength to continue living a healthy and disciplined lifestyle, monogamous and uncorrupted by lust....

Yup, that's me. My name is Jaune Arc, and I'm a "Paladin of Order" now. I try my best every day to be a Lawful and Good citizen.

Nora: HEY! Are you STILL praying, church boy?! Get your ass in gear! It's dungeoning time! We don't got all day if we're gonna loot B3 and get back before happy hour!

Pyrrha: Hello, Jaune~!

This is Nora. She's a real dwarfy Dwarf, and a really good person.

Nora: Hmph!

Pyrrha: Nora's anxious because she's run out of lien again. (Giggles)

And this is Pyrrha, she's a Fighter of Jinn, and has been my best friend since I was a kid.

Nora: So, when did your dad say he was gonna be back?

Jaune: Around sundown, but I'm not exactly excited to be back before then. Really not looking forward to spending time with him.

Pyrrha: Oh, come now, Jaune! He's going to be off on a new adventure soon! Who knows when you'll see him again?

Nora: Yeah! Nicholas Arc is a legend! You should be glad he's your dad!

Jaune: Easy for you guys to say. Every time he goes on an adventure, he comes back with a new WIFE. I heard he was in the Kingdom of Mistral, so he's probably impregnated another Dwarf noble.

Nora: Damn... What an alpha...

Jaune: Do you know how awkward it is to deal with a new stepmom every year? You should see the drawings I did as a kid.

In hindsight, I had a weird family structure growing up.

Jaune: Anyways, it's not like I hate him or anything. I'm just sick of introducing myself to another new "mom".

Nora: Mm... I get that you have daddy issues.

Jaune: Gee, thanks.

Nora: But you don't have to be the opposite of him! You're living with a stick up your ass!

Jaune: I'm living with discipline, Nora. That's what it means to be a Paladin of Order.

Paladins of Ambrosius, the Spirit of Creation and Control, are champions of their own personal laws.

Ironwood: I only poop standing up! THIS is my solemn vow!

By living within the confines of a strict individual code, they seek to free themselves of animalistic desires and act through reason.

Nora: BAH! Order, schnorder! You need to get LAID! That'll fix ya!

Pyrrha: Yeah, Jaune! You do need to get laid! As your best friend, I'll take responsibility! That way we can lose our virginities together~!

Jaune: PYRRHA, YOU SHOULDN'T MAKE JOKES LIKE THAT. YOU SHOULD ONLY HAVE SEX WITH SOMEONE YOU HAVE DEEP, ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR. I KNOW WE'RE CLOSE, BUT YOU WOULD REGRET LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY TO A GUY WHO IS ONLY YOUR FRIEND.

Pyrrha: Yeah... You're right... Ha ha...

Nora: You okay?

Jaune: Let's go.

--------------------------------------------------

Nora: Alright! Get your crap in the bag! It's go time!

Pyrrha: ...

Jaune: Gear check before we go in.

"The Black Roads." It's said it was created by a shunned Witch to avoid outsiders; this cave system leads down into one of the largest dungeons in the continent.

Guard: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: Hey man.

Guard: Going down the pit, right?

Jaune: Yup.

Guard: Oof... I'd take a rain check on that. There's a horrible creature that was spotted last night.

Jaune: Like what? An alpha beowolf? Or maybe an Ursa?

Guard: WORSE! Word is, someone ran into...

Guard: A GRIMM-KIN!

Nora: A GRIMM-KIN?!

Grimm-Kin are a Grimm subspecies that live deep in the Black Roads. They have a harsh, matriarchal society that enslaves men. It's well-known that Grimm-Kin women are inherently evil.

Jaune: We haven't had a Grimm-Kin sighting in years. Did something happen?

Guard: I'm not sure what's going on, but you be especially careful, Jaune! A handsome guy like you? Grimm-Kin would be slobbering just for the chance to get at your pecker!

Jaune: Don't worry. I'm an expert at rejecting the advances of horny women.

Pyrrha: Oh boy... Wouldn't I know...

Nora: You okay?

--------------------------------------------------

Nora: I HATE GRIMM-KIN! In fact, I HATE REGULAR GRIMM, TOO! I'm not racist. I just don't like Grimm.

Jaune: You're a real dwarfy Dwarf, Nora.

Nora: WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

Dungeon Level B3

Grimm: (Barks)

Grimm: (Snarls)

Grimm: (Growls)

Grimm: (Yips)

Grimm: ?!

Grimm: (Snaps, Snaps in two)

Pyrrha: Do you ever wonder what the Grimm talk about?

Jaune: Probably Grimm stuff, like how to get the most negative emotions out of a person. Oh, scoop up that ash.

Nora: How much ash have we got? What's the market price?

Jaune: Er, not great. Last I heard, Grimm Ash was going through another inflation.

Nora: AGAIN?! SERIOUSLY?! HOW AM I GONNA PAY MY RENT?!

Jaune: Well, you can stop drinking syrup from the top shelf.

Nora: Wow... That's a low blow. You think we can go deeper than this?

Jaune: I wouldn't do it. We should get at least a four-man party, preferably five.

Nora: Mm...

Pyrrha: (Turns, Sees arrow flying at her)

Jaune: (Grabs Pyrrha, Blocks arrow)

Pyrrha: Thank you, Jaune!

Jaune: See? This is what I'm talking about. We need a scout to prevent ambushes like this. Show yourself... GRIMM.

Cinder: (Steps out) Well, well... You parried my arrow cleanly. Looks like you're not just a pretty face... HUMAN.

Jaune: Why did you attack us, Grimm? We mean you no harm.

Nora: I DO! I'm gonna harm that skull into PIECE, BONE-FACE!

Jaune: Nora, can you please be quiet for just a second?

Cinder: Oh my... Isn't it obvious? I attacked you to get what I want. Because there's one thing every Grimm-Kin girl wants...

Cinder: HER VERY OWN MAN-SLAVE~! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~!

Cinder: YOU, PRETTY BOY~!

Jaune: Huh?

Cinder: I like you~! Ufufufu~... Back home, all the men I got were broken hand-me-downs from my mother! Now, I get to finally have my own boy-toy~!

Cinder: Don't worry, I won't kill anyone~! My blades and arrows are coated with knock-out poison, so I can take you all down with just a scratch! Then I'm going to drag pretty boy off and teach him how to please a woman~!

Jaune: Ah... So, let me get this straight. You're attacking us just because you want to have sex with me.

Cinder: Oh~? Have I piqued your interest~?

Cinder: It's not a big deal, is it~? You only need to become my pet and I'll allow you to play with this body. Imagine the desperate moans I'll make as you drag your tongue over my peaks and valleys, driving me wild with pleasure~!

Jaune: Hm... That does sound like a good deal.

Pyrrha: J-Jaune?! Wait! Don't fall for her lies! She's trying to trick you!

Jaune: I'll admit, you're a very attractive lady, and I'm sure there are many men out there who would give up everything to be with someone like you.

Cinder: So you'll be mine then?!

Jaune: BUT I REFUUUSE! GIRLS AND BOYS MUST NOT FORNICATE BEFORE MARRIAAAGE! NO CASUAL ENCOUNTERS! NO KISSING BEFORE THE TENTH DATE! NO MOUTH PLAY! NO ASS PLAY! DEFINITELY NO ASS TO MOUTH PLAY! ONLY MISSIONARY FOR THE PURPOSE OF PROCREATION! BETWEEN MARRIED COUPLES! MONOGAMYYY! NO HAREMS! NO ORGIES! HAND HOLDING IS OKAY, BUT DON'T! LOCK! THOSE! FINGEEERS!

Pyrrha: ...

Jaune: ...

Nora: ...

Cinder: ...

Nora: ...

Cinder: ???

Pyrrha: Whew!

Jaune: Khm! My name is Jaune Arc, and I am a Paladin of Order. THIS is my solemn vow.

Cinder: Uh... Is every surface dweller this prudish, or is it just him?

Jaune: ...

Nora/Pyrrha: It's just him.

Cinder: Okay! So, uh... Kinda got sidetracked, but you're not volunteering to be my man-slave, right?

Jaune: Yeah.

Cinder: Good~! I prefer doing this the old-fashioned way.

Jaune: Here we go. Stay behind me. I'll handle this.

Cinder: Hoohoohoo~! A little overconfident, aren't we? THE ONLY THINGS YOU'LL BE HANDLING ARE MY NIPPLES IN BED~!

Jaune: (Holds action)

Cinder: (Leaping strike)

???: Oscura Ventos...

Cinder: (Knocked on her back) GAH!

Jaune: ?!

???: What have I told you about "No more man slaves"? Such a naughty girl~...

Cinder: Dammit! You always get in my way...

Cinder: MOTHER!

Salem: But then again, I'm not surprised. You always were needy for attention.

Cinder: Why did you stop me?!

Salem: Because slavery is WRONG, Cinder. We need to start treating men as equals.

Jaune: You okay?

Cinder: Oh, fuck off! You were going through three men a day just a week ago, so cut the crap!

Salem: That was the old men. I'm a new woman now, ever since I met...

Salem: (Cuddling to Papa Arc) My husband~! Mr. Nicholas Arc~!

Papa Arc: Heya, son~! How ya doin'?! (Laughing with Salem)

Jaune: ...Hi, Dad.

Papa Arc: Jaune, my boy! How's it hangin'~?

Jaune: I'm fine, Dad. Why are you in the dungeon with two Grimm-Kin?

Papa Arc: Ah, yes... These lovely ladies. It's a long story, one full of danger, adventure, and rrromance~...

Jaune: Let me guess; you and your party were hired by a rival faction in Mistral to attack a Grimm-Kin nation, single-handedly destroying their army and were supposed to kill their leaders, too, but then you saw the Grimm-Kin queen was hot, so you couldn't resist and just had to seduce her and screw her brains out, and then you smuggled her out of the war zone with the promise of marriage... again.

Papa Arc: HUH?! H- H- HOW DID YOU KNOW?!

Jaune: This is, like, the eighth time you've done this, Dad.

Papa Arc: Aw, geez... Don't tell me I'm getting predictable!

Nora: By the Brothers! I'm in awe of this GigaBard! This man is my HERO~!

Papa Arc: Ahem! Well, I was going to do this later with your mother, your sisters, and all your other mommies around, but since you're here now, allow me to introduce...

Papa Arc: Your new stepmother, Salem Arc, formerly Salem, Queen of the Grimm-Kin, and her daughter, Cinder, your new stepsister!

Salem: Apologize to your brother, Cinder~.

Jaune: Grr! I'm sorry I tried to enslave you... I guess...

Papa Arc: I was showing them around the dungeon since it's the most profitable job in the Kingdom of Vale.

Jaune: They'll be living with us in town?

Papa Arc: That's right! They'll be strangers in a strange land and they'll need someone to help them get used to our lifestyle. I'll be with Salem, so could you take care of your sister?

Cinder: Hmph! (Turns away)

Jaune: Uh... My "sister" tried to kidnap me and turn me into her sex slave... five minutes ago.

Papa Arc: I know! Isn't it great?! You're like family already!

Papa Arc: C'mon, Jaune, if someone doesn't watch her, she'll be arrested in a day. And besides...

Cinder: (Turned away from everyone)

Papa Arc: She looks like she could really use a friend.

Jaune: ...Fine, I'll do it.

Papa Arc: Attaboy, Jaune~! I knew you'd say yes! That's why I already bought a HOUSE for you! You two will be living together without any supervision~!

Jaune: What?

Cinder: What?!

Pyrrha: WHA- WHA- WHAT?!

Papa Arc: Sorry, Pyrrha. That's just how these things work.

Jaune: ...

Cinder: ...

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: Ufu~! Ufufufufu~! I've always wanted a little brother~.

Pyrrha: HUH?!

--------------------------------------------------

And so, in this new house, my strange new life began.

Cinder: Step bro~! Step bro~! Oh, it's just awful~! I forgot to bring my clothes with me, so now I have to come out of the bath NAKED and SOAKING WET~!

Jaune: (Eyes shut) Here, I brought you a change of clothes. Cinder, please stop trying to seduce me. Seeing your nipples aren't going to make me break my vows as a Paladin.

Cinder: (Hugs him) Are you suuure~?

Jaune: Yes.

Some journeys start without taking a step away from home.

Cinder: Help, Step Bro, help~! I'm stuck in this conveniently positioned hole~!

Jaune: NO, YOU'RE NOT! WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT?!

I didn't know this at the time, but my stepsister's appearance was about to steer my Lawful life into a Chaotic world I was utterly unprepared for. But even then, one thing was obvious...

MY GRIMM-KIN STEPSISTER WASN'T GOING TO LEAVE ME ALONE

--------------------------------------------------

Nora: I'm a huge fan of your work, Mr. Arc! Could you sign my hammer?!

Papa Arc: Why, of course, my dwarven friend! Anything for a fan~!

[xiaoluclair]

Yo! Hi. So,

Lestappen 7, 16 or 48

Mctwinks 32, 13 or 17

Norstappen 22, 20 or 2

Please and thank you

hi boo, imma get one of these out bc it was draiiinning and write the other two later!

17. to distract // ln4.op81 // G

Liam was a terrible influence, really. The Logan of this morning, bleary eyed and braindead with the prospect of a new day, would never have picked a lock, let alone failed at picking it and been bestowed with detention the entire month.

So. Terrible influence.

It's in the hour before his first detention, where he's stowed himself away in the library next to Oscar, that he gets a WhatsApp notification from his mom. Don't forget eggs for tonight! Also Kat has something to ask you.

logan, pops down from the top of the screen a second later. He thumbs open the message thread. i left dad's present in m02.

good for you, Logan thumbs out, while trying to think of a way to get out of detention that isn't 'I have to buy eggs'.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asks him. "You've got your 'Something is wrong' face on."

"I have to run groceries for my dad's birthday cake," Logan tells him. The time on his phone flicks to 16:57. "And get my sister's present for him that she forgot in the art block, and do this while I'm in detention."

"I can do those," offers Oscar.

"We're going out for dinner at six," added Logan, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder as he stood. "I haven't even told my mom yet. Don't play the Jurassic Park theme tune at my funeral."

Oscar grins. "No promises. And don't tell you mum," he adds, grabbing his own bag and following Logan out of the library, "not today anyway."

"Okay," they turn down a corridor of lockers, "so I should just. Not show up? Happy birthday dad, your son's M.I.A."

Oscar doesn't say anything for a minute. Logan leaves him be, caught up in his own trainwreck. They get to the room with a minute left on the clock. Logan turns to give Oscar a hug. When they pull apart, Oscar gives his shoulder a squeeze, round lump of a nose scrunched up a little with his grin. "Sit near the window," he says. "And leave the rest to me."

Logan enters detention feeling suitably concerned about his best friend's mental health. There's a couple of people already sat down, and a girl takes up the seat closest to the row of windows so Logan takes the seat just behind her. There's no teacher. Two minutes later, a boy lopes in, and drops his backpack down as he props himself on the desk at the front of the room, a wrinkled piece of paper in hand. "Prigard?"

"Here."

"Lawrence?"

"Yup."

"Sargeant?"

"Uh, here," says Logan, staring. He's fairly certain the guy is too young to be a teacher. He barely looks older than Logan. No one else says anything about it though, so.

It's fifteen minutes into the hour, maybe, when the door opens. Logan glances up, history essay blurring on the table. A few others do too, including the guy at the front, who's spent the entire time after taking roll fiddling on his phone.

"Ella Hare?" he says, glancing down at the register sheet. "You're a little late."

"Sorry," says Oscar, slipping slightly awkwardly into the room. "Got stuck in a comb."

Guy At The Front lights up like a very small Christmas Tree. He leans forward slightly. "Glad you found your way out."

Oscar makes his way to the front of the room. By this point, everyone in the is watching with at least an absent boredom. "Sorry to interrupt, mister..."

"Norris," says the guy, grinning.

"Mr Norris," repeats Oscar, stopping at the other end of the desk, and Logan can see his entire face. "What are your thoughts on... defenestration."

Logan puts his pad of paper and pen carefully into his bag. He zips it up as quietly as he can while Mr Norris says, "I love defenderation." Logan's hand slips, and the zipping goes slightly high-pitched and too loud. He freezes, eyes on the back of Mr Norris's head. It starts to turn.

"Hey," says Oscar loudly, quickly, "Mr Norris, are you free right now?"

A pause. "Depends," says Mr Norris. Logan edges out of his seat.

"Would you mind listening to my sister's grade eight saxophone?" Oscar continues. Logan nearly chokes on his own tongue.

"Would I..." echoes Mr Norris, and now he sounds confused.

"Yeah," says Oscar. The girl next to Logan is watching him creep his bag onto his shoulders with raised, incredibly studded eyebrows. Logan wonders if they're legal. "She needs a second opinion?"

"I'm the second opinion?"

"On estimate," says Oscar, and then there's a saxophone blaring through the room, just obnoxious enough for Logan to lift his chair back into the desk and fumble the window open. Now everyone is looking at him. There's a set of twins who look like they're three second away from shitting themselves with laughter.

Logan looks to where Oscar has his phone out. Mr Norris has perched on the end of the desk, back of his curly head to Logan and eyes on Oscar. He reaches up just as Logan puts his leg out of the window, and presses a finger to Oscar's phone. The music cuts out on a high note. "She's good," he says. "But is that what you came here to ask? If you were looking for Brown, then-"

Logan's arm slips and bangs into the window sill. Shit.

"What the-" Mr Norris twists. Logan's mentally signing his death certificate, when Oscar lunges out and his hand goes around Mr Norris's cheek. And then he, to Logan's immense horror, crushes their mouths together.

Logan's pretty sure his jaw just hit the other side of the earth.

Then he remembers why Oscar's just kissed a teacher, and funnels himself the rest of the way out of the window as quickly as possible.

Liam hands him a carton of eggs, the present his sister forgot, and three packs of Daim. "Sorry," he says, sincerely. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew that was all today."

"No problem," says Logan, still reeling. "All in the name of love."

Liam looks at him concernedly. "Right. Are you. Okay?"

"Oscar kissed a teacher," Logan tells him. That's illegal, he's pretty sure. More illegal than twenty piercings in one eyebrow.

Liam's face goes bewildered. "Really? Why?"

Logan groans. "To get me out of detention."

"Why'd he have to kiss a teacher?" asks Liam, confused. "Wasn't Lando taking it?"

Now Logan's also confused. He asks, tucking the eggs, the present, and two of the Daim packs into his bag. "Lando?"

Liam elaborates, taking the Daim pack and opening it so Logan can arrange everything in a way that hopefully won't break the eggs, "Lando Norris? Curly hair, kind of tanned. He's a senior. And a teacher's pet, although I'm not sure how, he's not exactly known for being the perfect academic."

"So he's not a teacher?" Logan checks.

Liam shakes his head, confirming, "Nope," as he passes Logan the opened Daim pack. "Also you better get a move on, or Oscar kissing Lando to get you out of detention is going to mean nothing." Urged on and sufficiently comforted by the knowledge that his best friend will not be sent to jail, Logan rushes to flag down his bus home.

are you alive? he sends Oscar. he isnt a teacher btw hes a senior. also im on the bus.

The reply comes while he's video taping his dad cutting the cake and he's singing Happy Birthday a lot quieter than his mom. That's a relief, it reads, punctuation and all, because I'm pretty sure I asked him out for good measure.

Logan continues recording, and just hopes Oscar's bid for love never involves breaking into the cupboard of art supplies.

[o7k5a8m9i]

~♡Perfect Little Family ♤~ Hisomachi

{Recap!🧵🃏 Machi finds out she's pregnant and the father is Hisoka. now He's asked who the father is, what will the outcome be!..} ⚠️You Must read the other chapters before this one to Understand what's going on!⚠️⬇️⬇️⬇️ here's the second latest chapter^^

Chapter 3: ~Father~🧵🃏

[Machi just gave him the hardest stare. looking into his soul as if saying "It's you" Hisoka picked up on this then spoke again]

Hisoka: I..is it me?~...(*his smile widen's a bit*)

Machi: .... (*sighs*)...yes... it's you dumbass...

[Hisoka's smiles the biggest Machi's every seen. tears form at the end of his eyes]

Hisoka: Oh my God.... really!?~ I can't believe it!! my lovely Machi is pregnant!~ but not just pregnant with any baby but My baby!~^^

[although Machi'd really like to tell him off right about now... she couldn't. she saw how happy he was and it even filled her with happiness. a very small bit. but it was still there]

Machi: yup...I guess I am...(*very small smile*)

Hisoka: so when did you find out?~

Machi: a week and a half ago

Hisoka: Oh wow... I'm gonna be father~ I never thought of the possiblity of that but oh to hell with it! I'll have a child to take care of a real child my child...our child~^^

[as far as Machi knows this is the happiest she's ever seen him. well as far as genuine happiness]

Machi: y... yeah..I never really thought about it either

Hisoka: well...this is all assuming you keep the baby...

[a bit of sadness filled his voice. and a bit of sadness rush's over Machi. thinking about aborting the baby. she hasn't really thought about it till now]

Machi: ...look I don't know yet I wanted to talk to you about it first...

Hisoka: Oh well a appreciate that~^^

Machi: so what do you want. for me to keep it or not...

Hisoka: well I think it should be up to you~ but if it was up to me I'd like if you keep it~

Machi: ok... I'll ask Dancho about it later...

Hisoka: Chrollo doesn't know yet?~ (*A bit of a smirk on his face*) I guess I was the first person you told~

Machi: Shut up!! it doesn't really matter!.. I told you cuz you're the damn father!..

Hisoka: Oh yes yes~ am I really the father though?~

Machi:How many times do I have to say it! your the damn dad!

Hisoka: Oh⭐—_— 💧well...how do you know?~

Machi: look I KNOW ok!?/// (*blushs a TINY bit*)

Hisoka: ok ok fine~

[Machi Cross's her arms over her chest clearly annoyed by him]

Machi: Anyway I'm gonna go.

Hisoka: Where you going dear?~

Machi: to rest..and stop calling me "Dear"

Hisoka: Aww but I like to call you that it's cute~

Machi: you make it sound like we're a married couple...uhh..

Hisoka: but Machi~ Someday we might just be~

Machi: yeah in your dreams..

Hisoka: Oh but Machi we might already have a kid how far off is marriage~

Machi: Just shut it! I'm taking one thing at a time so shut the Hell up!

Hisoka: Ok fine -_-....

Machi: ok I'm gonna go talk to Dancho....

Hisoka: ok good luck dear~

[And with that she gave him a dirty look and walked off]

HISOKA POV: Hmmm maybe my fight with Chrollo can wait a little longer~ I'd like to see how this goes~ I never planned for a child~

{To be continued🌷}

...†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†...

A/N I tired remember this is cringe & OOC sorry 😭💖 I know it took awhile✨🌸 please forgive me!🌹

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 62

Third POV

Jeff is waiting impatiently in the woods, staring at the mansion he's inching to get into. He hasn't seen his girl in two days, and he's already feeling deprived of her presence. It's driving him up the wall. Why are these fifteen minutes feeling like hours to him. Though after pacing back and forth for a while, he gets a text from his girl.

Princess💘💦: Come get me, Daddy🤭

Jeff's smile stretches as he looks up at the mansion, noticing the power is finally cut as well as the cameras. He shoots Eboni a quick text before dashing towards the front gates.

J: On it, princess.

Ten minutes prior with Eboni, BEN is seen on her phone screen - trying to get her attention. Eboni looks down, moving to a corner of the living room to prevent her family from hearing her.

"Here?"

"Yup! Five minutes tops. Anything else you'll need me for?" BEN asked, itching to do something wild without being held back by slenderman.

"Yeah....when you cut the power and cameras, come to the living room. I'll need help tying these fuckers up." She whispers, so no one can hear her but BEN.

"Yes, ma'am." He grins before cutting the line, focusing more on hacking.

While BEN is busy, the girl goes to her room- grabbing her bunny from the bed. Eboni smiles, holding it tightly against herself as she reaches into her bag and pulls out some ducktap. Who would've guessed bringing some would come in handy? Jeff is always right, at least to Eboni. She walks back into the livingroom, pocket knife attached to the garger belt on her left thigh where the slit of her dress ends.

The girl waits, watching her family intensely trying to contain the smile that's begging to take control of her lips. She's going to get her answers. She's finally going to make them pay for everything they've done.

Blink-

"You gotta be shitting me! A power outage! On Christmas!?" Veronika shouts in frustration.

"Shush child. Things like this happen." Grandma Abigail chimes in calmly.

"Oh, come on! We can have a lil' fun in the dark. Right Ebs?" Kenneth questions, leaning into the girl - his alcoholic breath burning ber nostrils.

The nickname is enough to trigger her. She pulls out the gun from inside her stuffed bunny and clicks the safety off. "Yeah, Uncle Kenneth, you're right." She grins, lowering the gun to his crotch. "Let's have some fun!"

Eboni pulls the trigger, blowing his dick completely off thanks to the close range. Kenneth's ear piercing scream shakes everyone to their core. It's still light outside, but the blinds over the windows haven't been open, yet the sound of a gun going off is enough to send them into panic.

"You....l-little..." Kenneth struggles to say as he begins falling to the ground.

Eboni pushes him down for extra effort. "That was for dad." She lowers herself down, placing the gun against the temple of his head. "This...is for calling me Ebs...and killing my parents."

Eboni pulls the trigger, Kenneth dying instantly. His wife goes to open the blinds quickly so everyone can at least see what's taking place. When done, she turns around - force to see her lifeless husband on the ground at Eboni's feet. Before anyone else can scream -

"BEN!" Eboni calls.

BEN is already in the room, zaps of electricity stunning everyone. "You called?"

Eboni tosses the demon her duck tap, pointing to her family still stunned in place. "Their wrist and ankles. And put tap on their mouths. Their screams are gonna give me a headache."

BEN nods, walking around to tie everyone up. His eyes glow brightly, sensing Jeff inside. "He's in."

"Lock the doors. Turn the lights back on. Leave the cameras off. No one gets in, and no one gets out."

Three minutes in, Jeff is past the gates but has to somehow get around the two guards blocking the front door. He moves from bush to bush, throwing rocks or sticks to distract them. When itches apart, Jeff lunges forward, stabbing the first guy in his lower abdomen. He reaches forward and grabs his gun from his holster, and shoots the other in the head before doing the same to the one in front.

Jeff yanks his knife out, pushing the guys lifeless form off his body. The killer steps over them, pushing the front door open. Once inside, the door shuts by itself - locking as well. Jeff doesn't flinch, knowing its BEN's doing. He goes straight up the stares, his skin itching to fest on the victims his girl left for him to slaughter.

Upon the first door, he opens it - stepping towards the first maid, sleeping peacefully. He raises his knife, placing it against her throat, and slits it - blood pooling under the woman as she chokes to death in her slumber. Jeff smiles, going to the next room. This time, he stabs the maid in her eye, twisting the blade for good measure.

The next, he stabs in the heart, loving the sound of her last breath living her lungs. He goes to the others, killing them dead with a sickly joy taking over his mind. At the last door, he notices the woman is still awake - fighting sleep. The last maid looks at Jeff, her scream caught in her throat.

She tries to scramble out of the bed, but the killer is faster. Jeff jumps on top of her, raising his knife and begins to stab her repeatedly in random spots - his manic laugh bouncing off the walls within the room. The killing staps her in her aorta. The last maid coughs up blood, the life quickly fading from her eyes. Jeff watches the blood ooze from the woman's body, eyes dilating.

This bloodlust. This freedom to kill as many as he wanted without facing the harsh hand of slenderman. He wants more. He needs more. These little groups of maids aren't going to satiate his bloodlust. But maybe a certain girl can make up for it.

At that thought, Jeff walks down the stairs- leaving a blood trail with each step. He walks into the living room, spotting Eboni- his girl. He groans at the sight of her, the spots of blood on her dress and a bit on her right cheek. He moves closer, taking in the way her dress hugs every curve perfectly. The way her ass is molded, her tits holding the dress from its heart-shaped V line. Her long black hair swayed as she walks with a sway to her hips. The sight of her exposed thigh from the slit of the dress makes his mouth water.

Never once in Jeff's whole life did he think he'd salivate at the mere sight of someone. Yet here he is, boner rock hard and drooling. Eboni turns her head, feeling his presence near. She smiles wickedly, the sight making Jeff's heart flutter. He can feel his cheeks begin to heat up to a light shade of blush. He never wanted to be so balls deep in his girl like he does now.

But there's business to attend to.

....fuck that-

The killer storms over, taking the girl in his arms and forces his tongue down her tongue. He groans at her taste, wanting nothing more than to devour her. Eboni gasps, breath caught in her throat. She taps the killer's shoulder- trying to get him to pull back.

Jeff does, spit lacing both their lips. He licks lips, hands resting on her hips. "You look so hot... and taste so damn good.." he grumbles.

Eboni blushes, biting her lower lip. Jeff groans again, gripping her hips tightly - making the girl whimper. "Don't do that."

"D-Do what?" She sutters, still in a daze from their kiss.

"Your lip. Don't bite it. I swear if you do I'll fuck you right here, up against that wall- for your family to see." He warns, his boner pressing against her abdomen.

"Yes, Daddy..."

Jeff groans again inwardly. "Fuck..shit don't call me that right now. Just my name."

Eboni giggles, nodding "okay Jeff."

The smiling killer is literally losing his shit. Just the sweet sound of her voice is driving him up the wall. He glances at her family, trying to force himself to think of anything else. Jeff pulls away, nodding his head at BEN but pays more attention to the lifeless body of Kenneth.

Jeff kicks the body onto its back, bursting into a fit of laughter. BEN walks over, beginning to laugh as well. "Holy shit princess!"

"You shot his balls off! His whole dick is gone!" BEN laughs, holding his stomach.

"The fuck did he do to piss you off?!" Jeff snickers, moving to lean against the wall on the other side of the room.

"He kept making moves on me. Then he called me... what Alex always calls me. Made me lose my shit." She huffs, looking at her family. "Time for answers."

Eboni moves to rip the tape off of Veronika, Grandma Abigail, and Grandpa Clarence mouths. She leans against the wall in front of her family, arms crossed over her chest. "Start talking."

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" Veronika shouts, struggling against the duck tape. "You're fucking crazy!!"

Eboni then aims her gun at one of her cousins, shooting him dead - bullet through the head. "Gee, you don't say. I wonder why I've gone crazy - just completely off my rocker! Maybe...maybe it's because you had my parents killed!"

"What nonsense are you spewing, child!?" Grandma Abigail shouts.

Eboni fires her gun again, killing another cousin. "For money. For fucking money."

"Wh...what the hell!? Why would we kill them for money? We're already rich!" Veronika screams, making Eboni kill yet another cousin.

"Just admit it. Tell me how you did it. Explain why you gave me away. Tell the truth, and I might spare Abbie."

Veronika's eyes widen, "You... you wouldn't."

"I just killed three of my cousins. What makes you think killing her would be beneath me?"

Veronika gulps, looking at her mother with eyes full of regret and guilt. Grandma Abigail eyes widen as she shakes her head furiously. "Don't you dare g-"

"Yes! Yes, we had them killed!"

"Why?"

"Their life insurance policies. They gave that to us. It was the only thing your parents were willing to give us! Our company was dying, but only your family had the money to get us out of that hole! That I...that I made."

"Interesting...interesting...how did you set up the car accident?"

"Shut up, you spoiled brat! Not another word out of you!" Abigail shouts at Veronika.

Eboni sighs, looking at BEN and points to the two twin cousins. "Kill them."

BEN grins widely, the short demon towering over the two as he uses his powers to kill them. Blood begins to pool out of their eyes, ears, and mouth- but because the tape Is over their mouths, they begin to choke on their own blood. After a few minutes of struggling, the twins lay limp.

Eboni moves to her grandmother, pressing the barrel of the gun to the center of her forehead. "My patience is thinning. Answer me - now."

Abigail grins, letting out a witch sounding laugh. "I paid him. A poor father struggling to provide for his family. He was desperate, needing to pay for his wife's hospital bills. Poor thing was dying of cancer and needed treatment they couldn't afford. It didn't take much to rope them in."

Jeff quickly slips into the kitchen, grabbing his plate out of the microwave, and comes back- wanting to enjoy this show with a full stomach. Eboni begins trembling with rage, losing grip of her gun.

"Why....you're own son! You went that far to kill your own flesh and blood!"

"And we were going to do the same with you! If you were to die, everything would be given to us! I couldn't stand Amara. She pulled my son away from me! Out from under me!"

"Out from your control!? You... you leech sucking monsters! She gave him a new life. A new reason to leave the hell he was forced into! Force to live by your harsh rules and manipulative siblings!"

"Abigail...please honey..tell me it isn't so.." The old man begs, tears falling in waves. "You killed...my youngest boy!?"

"He wasn't our son anymore. He stopped being our son the moment he married that wretch!"

BEN looks at Jeff, sensing something off with the food. Jeff looks at him, scoffing. "Get your own. I haven't eaten shit in two days."

"Nah man... you shouldn't eat that..." BEN said cautiously, moving closer as he stares at the food- eyes glowing red in warning.

"Fucking why? I'm starving!"

"Its poisoned."

Eboni hears this, her body shaking more. "You bitch...you...you greedy worthless waste of space! Die- just die just die!" She screams, firing her gun over and over again- filling the older's woman body with lead until her gun is empty.

Tears are falling heavily from her eyes. Why? Just why do such wicked people exist? Why can't they all be wiped off the face of the earth. Eboni goes to the couch, grabbing extra bullets out of her bunny and reloads it. She looks at Jeff and BEN, tears drying for now.

"Sorry....Abbie's been hiding for a while. Let me....go get her." She whispers, beginning her long walk down the hall to the girl's bedroom.

She knows she hid there. The child is too predictable, reminding Eboni of herself at that age. Eboni looks on the wall, family photos hanging from it. Full of smiles, laughter, and joy. All things she lacked, all things that were taken from her. All things she'll gain from this day forward. No more pain. No more suffering. No one will ever bring hell upon her life ever again. The last picture on the wall is her parents' wedding photo, their smiles brighter than the sun.

Eboni reaches to take the frame down, tears building again. "Don't worry, momma...papa...I'll be happy again. With or without you. I'll be... just fine." She said, dropping the frame - the glass shattering. Eboni steps on it, crushing more glass under her boot.

She opens Abbies door, noticing a cloth on the ground. "I know you're in here, Abbie. Just come on out with your eyes closed. The family has another Christmas surprise for you!"

Abbie, being the naive child, crawls out from under her bed with her eyes close. She stands, a big smile on her face. "Really? Really?"

"Yeah... really." Eboni moves to place the cloth over the girl's eyes, guiding her into the living room.

BEN is quick to place the tape back over Veronika's and Clarence's mouths. Eboni positions Abbie a few feet away from Veronika, letting her shoulder go. "Take ten steps forward, and I'll take the blindfold off."

BEN uses his powers to keep everyone from squirming around. The young child takes ten steps forward, counting them down in her head. At ten, Abbie stops - smile still on her face.

"Can I take the blindfold off?"

"Go ahead." Eboni said, gun already aimed at the back of the child's head.

Abbie takes her blindfold off, screaming at the sight before her. BEN uses his powers on her to keep her still. Eboni frowns, "This is my gift to you, Abbie. I wouldn't want another me to end up in foster care and experience the same hell for a second time. Merry Christmas."

Bang!

A bullet, blood spattering on Veronika's face, her daughter falling lifelessly to the ground. Eboni snaps her fingers, singling for the two killers to kill the rest of the family - leaving Veronika to her. They grin, slaughtering the remaining alive to witness such a tragic event.

Eboni now stands in front of Veronika, lowering herself to her level. "It hurts, doesn't it? losing someone you love... I know, I know. Those tears you have, I've cried. Imagine dealing with this pain for every second you breathe, wishing death would come knocking at your door. Lucky for you, I'm here...to put you out of your misery. See you in hell."

Eboni moves to place the gun under Veronika's chin but freezes. The look in her eyes, pleading for her not to, begging for another chance. The guilt written look full of remorse. Why now? Why look at her like this NOW!?

Jeff watches, tilting his head. Oh no... no, this just won't do. She can't backtrack now, not when she's so close to giving way. The killer is debating if he should step in or not.

"....my mother trusted you. Sh-She said you were the sister she never had... she loved you. I-I loved you..." Eboni whispers, voice cracking and tears falling.

"So what?"

BEN's eyes widen, the look in Jeff's eyes making him uncomfortable. "Dude don't-"

"Her sudden change of heart doesn't change what she did and what she helped her grandmother do." Jeff said, beginning to walk over.

BEN tries to stop him, but Jeff shrugs him off. "You're not gonna chicken out, are you? And you gotten so far already..." he sighs, tone lace in disappointment as he lowers himself behind her.

Eboni sobs, heart clenching. "B-But wha-"

"But what? Gonna let her go? After everything she did? She gave you up Eboni. She could've kept you around. If all they had to do was kill you, they could've done it while raising you. They simply wanted nothing to do with you. You know that princess, so why are you hesitating?"

Eboni lowers her gun, slumping. "M-Memories.."

"Oh my poor little bitch. Haunted by the memories of your past. Wanna know what makes them go away?"

"What?"

"By killing her." Jeff said flatly, leaning to rip the tape off of Veronika's mouth.

"N-No, please, Eboni, I'm sorry! Please! I should've never given you up I-I just-"

"You just...what?"

Veronika gulps, Jeff's intimidating glare, forcing her to say the truth. "....didn't want to deal with you.."

"See!? Hear that princess? She doesn't want you. She never did....but me? I want you, Eboni. I want all of you."

"Y-You...you do?...why?"

"Because I love you. I love every fucking thing about you. I love you...so much it hurts. Burns me up on the inside when I'm not near you..."

Eboni gulps, feeling her heart swell and mind sink. "... Do you really mean it?"

"Why would I lie to the girl I love? I'm nothing like your trashy family. I've always wanted the best for you. I'm always right, princess. And now... the right thing to do is to kill her."

"B-But I-I...I don't think I-"

"Then I'll help you."

Jeff grabs his knife, holding it in front of him, and grabs Eboni's hands. He clasps both her hands around the handle of the knife, his hands over her own. He positions the knife near Veronika's stomach, itching forward.

"J-Jeff, I don't think I can -"

"That's why I'm helping you let go. It's time for you to Let. Go."

He plunges the knife slow, deep inside. Veronika cries out, BEN still keeping her still. "You felt that? From the handle, yeah? The way the knife so easily pierced through her flesh. Look at the blood, Eboni, the way it gushes out. Isn't it so pretty?"

Eboni is trembling, glancing up at Veronika. She tenses at the harsh look directed at her. This fuels the girl with so much pain & rage. Jeff pulls the knife out and stabs her again, quicker this time. Eboni allows herself to feel it. Feel the vibration from the handle as it pierces through her stomach.

She watches Veronika's harsh glare deepen as she caughs up blood. "I-I...never...loved you..o-or your mother. She was just a-as annoying as you...to th-think that bitch I paid to poison you f-failed...scum like that...are a-always desperate for money n-no matter the cost."

Hearing that is enough to make any second thoughts quickly vanish. This time, Eboni is the one to pull back and stab Veronika, this time in her lower abdomen. The woman cries out, making Jeff laugh.

"Again."

Eboni pulls back, stabbing her.

"Again!"

And she does, over and over and over and over again - tears flowing but her own smile wide and crazed. BEN releases his hols on Veronika, the woman's body falling onto its back. Eboni crawls on top of her - continuing to stab her repeatedly until she no longer has the strength to so - the life long faded from her Aunt's eyes.

Eboni drops the knife, staring down at her hands as she sighs- mind breaking- shattering to pieces, pieces of memories of this family- these pieces conforming into her tears, flowing out of her- these painful memories leaving her, nothing left behind.

Yet her heart still feels hollow. Lost. She feels so confused. What does she do now? Who does she turn to? Guidance, leadership. Someone to string her along in the direction they believe she should go, someone trustworthy. But who-

"Aw, look at you....trembling like a lost kitten." Jeff says mockingly, standing to his feet. "Look at the art you've made. That bitch looks so beautiful doesn't she?"

Eboni looks at Veronika's mutilated body, feeling absolutely nothing towards the woman. Instead, she stands, her once white dress now tainted in red. She looks at Jeff, taking a step towards him. The smiling killer holds out his arms, the girl rushing into his embrace.

Jeff holds her tightly, one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of her head. He shushes her, whispering soothing words in her ear. "I'm so...so fucking proud of you, princess.."

Eboni pulls back, looking up at him with her watery honey brown eyes. "R-Really?"

"Hell yeah, but listen, princess...I'm gonna ask you some important questions, answer honestly."

"Yes, Daddy.." Eboni said, staring into his sapphire red eyes. He's taken his contacts out the moment he brought Eboni to this shit hole.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes.."

He grins, moving strands of hair out of her face. "Who do you smile for?"

Eboni looks a bit confused but listens to what both her heart & mind are screaming. "You, Jeff."

"Who do you laugh for?"

"Jeff.."

"Who do you sing for?...dance for?" He whispers, leaning further down - wanting to smash his lips to hers.

"Daddy...for you.." she whines, pressing herself against him as much as she can - the feeling of his chest so comforting.

"Who do you breathe for?"

"Jeff."

"Who do you live for now?"

"You...only you."

"That's it..that's right. Who do you want to control you? Own you? Who do you want to lead you?"

"Jeff. You. I only want you. No one else matters. Only Jeff... only you.."

Jeff feels a pleasuring buzz rip through his body, chills going down his spine. This is all he ever wanted. All he wanted was for Eboni to devote her entire being to him fully. The only person she answers to, listens to - will now only be Jeff.

"Good girl...you're such a good little bitch, my princess." Jeff coos, making Eboni whine.

He pulls out another knife, clean of any blood. "Now hold still." He hums, carving his name on her skin where her heart lays inside. It's deep enough just to scar.

Eboni hisses, but watches in complete awe still dazed. He lowers his head, licking her blood dipping down between her breast. He glances up at her, cleaning her blood clean from his knife.

"Now...who do you bleed for?"

"Jeff... Jeff The Killer."

He laughs, his laughter bouncing off the walls of the entire mansion. Eboni clings to him, her heart feeling light yet still full of pain. She looks at him, clinging onto his black hoodie with her tiny hands.

"Please..."

"Please, what princess? Use your words for me.."

"Please daddy...take this pain away. I don't wanna...hurt anymore. Do whatever you want to me..."

Jeff cackles, shaking his head. "Don't worry. I'll set you free. I'll never hurt you again. I'll protect you. You belong to me. You're all mine. I'll never leave you - ever." The smiling killer turns his head, eyeing BEN. "Get out. Go keep watch outside."

BEN scoffs, shaking his head. "I'm not some watch dog!...what do you plan on doing anyways?"

Jeff turns his attention back to Eboni, drowning in her honey brown eyes full of love & adoration for him. "I'm gonna show my girl... how good it feels to finally give her all to me."

It's time for the smiling killer to lay claim on what now truly belongs to him.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Now that tlou is over for now I need more father & found kid media in my life. Do you have any recommendations? ❤️

Well, the two off the top of my head are obviously The Mandalorian, which I'm sure I don't need to explain, and another Star Wars media: the animated series The Bad Batch - which the fandom jokingly calls the Dad Batch because it's a show about a group of brothers who are "defected" clones and they find themselves taking under their wing a little girl named Omega who is technically their sister because she's the first and only female clone.

And while Omega has a very special and unique relationship with each one of her brothers, one specifically stands out.

While the others are like brothers/uncles, Hunter is truly a father. They have a special connection from the start, as you can see here in this pic she's his little shadow and loves to mimic him. At this point in the story, he's all about giving her a life she deserves, away from danger and just letting her be a kid. He's a tired dad but he loves being a dad. And everyone can tell by just looking at him.

Another pair I've been recently obsessed with is Stephen Strange and America Chavez. Even if you're not into MCU, go watch Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness because the boost of serotonin the Instant Adoption trope in this movie gives you is everything you hoped for and more.

Like, the protective instinct in Stephen pops up out of nowhere and he's like what the hell?! I can't turn it off! But do I want to turn it off? Nah, not really.

Istg, maybe there's not a lot of content with just one movie but the FICS?! The fics are chef's kiss!

Then there are other more famous pairs like Hopper and El from Stranger Things or Geralt and Ciri from the Witcher. But those I think I don't need to explain because their cases are widely known. So I'm gonna go in a different direction.

Oldie but a goodie. Marcel Gerard and Davina Claire from The Originals. Used to be my whole personality like Dick & Rachel and Joel & Ellie are now. I'm not gonna lie, my heart got broken many times and they are the reason I have trust issues but god they were so good. Like c'mon, the man saves her from literally being sacrificed in some ritual and instantly goes "yup, you're my child now", dials up his protectiveness to 11, creates her a beautiful room in the old church's attic, and even if he fucks up many times, I haven't seen a man love stronger before I met Marcel Gerard.

And of course:

SAVING THE BEST FOR THE LAST HAHAHA. DICK GRAYSON AND RACHEL ROTH, DC TITANS. But if you followed me for a while, here or on Twitter, you know the drill already. No need to explain, all my fics will do it for me 💙🖤 "we were supposed to save each other"/found you through a dream/invisible string/my reason to live all in one??? Got me in a chokehold since the pilot and is keeping me there for four years straight. The loves of my life. Can shake hands with Joel and Ellie because they took "if you're lost in the darkness, look for the light" literally. BOTH LOST IN THE DARKNESS, IN HER CASE LITERAL AS WELL AS FIGURATIVE. BROUGHT LIGHT TO EACH OTHER'S LIVES. SAVED EACH OTHER FROM ROCK BOTTOM. YOU CAN'T GO BETTER THAN THAT.

I'm sure there's more but these are the closest to my heart right now. Hope that'll help fill the void!

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 17: Inside Man

Huh.

Bobby?

Ooh, that's an interesting idea

Is Dean okay?

Oh no... Dean...

You've gotta wake him up, Sam

Or maybe not

Riiight

Sounds like fun

What kind of movie?

What.

Dad mode

That was weird

I mean, I know what Sam is doing, but. Weird.

I mean, yeah, but I also think he's actually doing better than he was before the demon thing. Like, it reset him or something.

Alright then

Weird

Yikes

Rowena, don't be coy

This is a trainwreck of a conversation

Huh.

Dean...

Dean. That's nasty

That's a bold-faced lie

This entire episode is a trainwreck, actually

I should've known by the weird looks on their faces

And maybe with Sam not there

Cas, not again

Cas.

This is great

No, he's got an idea

THE BLATANT CAMERA VIEW ON THE SURFACE LOGO 😭 how much did Microsoft pay them for that 😭😭😭

(not to diss the Surface, I'm watching on one right now)

I'm so confused

Eugh he's using Windows 8, I can't watch

Close enough for her

He knows the bartender by name. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing

Oh, Dean

I don't like him

Oh, Dean's gonna have fun

This'll be great

So then what happened?

Mm...

Cas, no

Spooky

So I looked up this guy's IMDb because I thought I recognized his face (I do not) and it turns out he was the donkey guy on My Little Pony. Weird.

An Angel of the Lord

IM AN ATHEIST

Fair

This is so whack

HE CALLED METATRON A HOBBIT

Bad idea, dudes

Yikes

I can't wait for the payoff

Oh, they're gonna crash and burn

Dean, don't be mean

And there he goes. That was kinda terrifying to watch the switch

Aw, his hat!

This is familiar

He took the jacket off 😂 this is so much fun to watch

Aw, Dean, don't take the watch

Oh great

Dean...

Maybe he shouldn't wear that shirt anymore (though it kills me to say it)

Yeah, I bet

You could say that

Uh...

That's a tall order

I remember that

Great question

Yeah. Classics

1. There's nobody better and b. You're in heaven. There's gotta be a way around that

Um.

Uh oh

Fair

Ouch

Probably that same spell as last time

Oh, Dean...

This is not good

That sounds like something related to Gaelic

The Mark has many benefits

Dean, be careful

Oh right, they don't know that part

Unfortunately

She's really annoying

Huh. It's like a lever

Death can't stop the Winchesters from spreading their crap

Spooky

Uh oh, you better run

That did not go well for her

Oh, she did not

I mean. Crowley would know that if someone was trying to kill Dean Winchester, they'd be lucky to walk out alive. So obviously something is fishy here

Hehehe

By what?

Huh. Uneasy ally

Of course he does

See? Crowley knows what's up

Uh huh...

What makes you think he isn't?

Oh boy

If anyone can, it's Bobby

Hah! Good idea

Heaven revolt

This is interesting

THE BOBBYS ARE FIGHTING BACK

THE BOBBYS ARE SURLY

The answer to the question of life the universe and everything!!!!!!! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

Run Forrest, run!

Hi, Cas

He's in Lebanon

Yup

Exactly

I'm sorry. I know that it makes sense, but the fact that Crowley is more willing to listen to Dean than Rowena speaks volumes.

Ouch

But there's hope

The little pitchfork in the drink 😂

She's not wrong

Now it's just a domestic disagreement

Me neither

He's not even 40 😂

Then again, Bobby died at 62... and just must've been somewhere around the same age, if younger. And we know Dean dies at forty... so I guess he's not entirely wrong

FAMILY DONT END IN BLOOD, BUT IT DOESNT START THERE EITHER

Speaking of Bobby...

And Dean's family is doing exactly that right now

I wanna punch that smirk off his face

Lame

That can be arranged

Fun times

Oh, please

Rgh, he gets on every single one of my nerves

Absolutely not

Oh. That's a bold move

Yes!

I love them so much

Death-level

That sounds like him

Hmm.

Hehehe

Surprisingly

Probably not

HES BACK

Alright then

Yeah...

Yeah, I bet

The toothbrush 😭

Huh

Yeah...

Dean's done the same before

Good advice

Aww

Awww

[shallowseeker]

Everyone needs giftwrap, Cas

Little interlude-slash-setup for the overarching fic idea for - "And he wore SLIPPERS, Sam!" - a Dean embarrasses Jack fic

NOTE: The post office lady is named Marta, but I actually prefer her script name, Darlene. So you can overlook that if you like accuracy.

On Tuesday, Dean's fill-in trip to the Lebanon post office takes an unusual turn.

Darlene, usually thrilled to chat (and flirt) with Dean, looks troubled. She fiddles with her granny glasses and plays with her hair so hard that she unwinds a few strands from her tight, brunette bun.

"Hey, Darlene! Long time no see. How's that grandson Thomas of yours doin'? Still smokin' everyone on the 400 yard dash?"

"Oh, Dean," she says with forced enthusiasm. "Filling in for Sam this week?"

"Yup! Sam's out of town, so. Here I am!" He makes a little ta-dah! pose, hoping to lift her spirits. While she tends to harbor an irrational disdain for Sam, Dean can keep her on a baited hook with nothin' more than a wink, smile, and a few well-placed hand squeezes.

Guess it's not a coquettish kinda Tuesday for Darlene.

She smiles weakly as he ducks over and checks their P.O. box. Taking their few envelopes in hand and stuffing them in his jacket pocket, and gives her a jaunty wave before heading for the door. "Dean, wait," she calls, shifting uneasily.

That sounds weird. Bad weird.

"I, uh, not to be stepping in your business, but you're Jack's dad, right? Jack Kline?"

Instantly, Dean's on high alert. Darlene shouldn't know that name.

His mind races from scenario to scenario--from mind control, bewitchment, to shifter doppelganger switcheroos. He's got a blade on his ankle, and of course, Cas is in the car if it goes to real shit.

Dean doesn't answer her question.

"How d'you know Jack?"

She pulls out her phone and stabs at it, old-lady style in that way that Sam hate, like she doesn't know that pressing the screen harder won't make it go faster.

"I, uh, I've taken to secretly monitoring my grandson's Instagram," she explains. "There's a video."

Oh, Dean's got a bad feeling about this.

Darlene rounds the counter and shuffles over to where Dean's hovering just in front of the glass front doors.

"I think it's your Jack."

She shoves her phone in Dean's face, and he has no choice but to take it. It's a shaky video of a large group of raggedy-looking young people laughing together. Not to judge, but they look like a rough crowd (and Dean's technically from a rough crowd himself).

Dean spies beer bottles, cigarettes, and iphones waving in the air. But what's most concerning is, in between shaky blurs of trees and rocks, Dean makes out what looks like the edge of a cliff.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

The kids are egging each other on, to jump off the damn Lion King rock.

For crying out loud. First it's Tide Pods. Now, kids are jumping off cliffs to get social media views.

There's one blonde dumbass who blindfolds himself and does a backflip off the ledge.

Oh, shit.

That's Jack.

Dean's heart seizes up and Darlene tuts as she sees the look of recognition seep into his eyes.

"I thought so," she says sadly. "Did you know this is a rough crowd?"

It looks it.

"I heard my grandson and his friend Bea talking about it, too. Jack was okay, but I don't like how they keep goading him to do dangerous things. It's something of a past-time for the group."

What? What group?

Dean tries to make his brain work.

Number one, it's not hygienic. Dean is pretty sure this particular waterhole had been tagged as a SuperFund in the late 70s. (They'll be lucky if Jack doesn't sprout horns or mutant toe webbing in the next several days.)

Number two, Jack is practically human now, and doing a backflip off a cliff for a gaggle of teenaged dumbasses is just about the dumbest thing he could do.

The only stupider thing is point number three, which is recording said jump for the whole civilian and Supernatural world to see on the god-damned internet.

Jack knows he's been hunted since he was born.

Cas could see Sister Jo over a video feed, after all, and so Dean and Sam had made sure to hammer it into his head to never be recorded, must less posted on fucking Instagram.

God, Dean hoped he was human enough for it not to show.

God, please.

"I'm going to kill him," he whispers.

Darlene flutters her lashes at him and pets his elbow closest to her.

"I know how hard parenting can be, especially as a single parent. I've had to discipline my son and my grandson, countless times, just to keep them alive."

Oh, Lady. You don't know the half of it.

Darlene wants to be the December to his May, and in this moment, she's bartering her parenting skills.

Dean slowly tracks his eyes back to the horrifying iPhone video, and then Darlene is grabbing Dean's elbow and moving him out of the way of the door. The little ornament at the top ding-a-lings.

"Oh, goodness me! We're blocking the entrance. Excuse us!"

Dean feels the prickle of awareness before he turns around and meets Cas's concerned frown.

Whelp. There he is. Dean figures he was taking too long, and the thing with Darlene probably looks like a confrontation all the way over from the car.

Dean doesn’t waste a second before shoving Darlene’s iPhone video into Cas’s face.

“Good, you're here. Would you get a load of this shit?”

Dean’s not screeching. He’s really not.

He sounds maybe a little aggressive and maybe a little spun out, but overall, it’s a completely respectable response to seeing your recently powered-down, half-human hybrid foster kid do a backflip off a damn cliff.

I mean, good on Jack for being cool for once (booz, hot chicks, weed, etc.), but Dean draws the line at friggin’ cliff-jumping.

Cas immediately recognizes that it’s Jack in the video. He dislodges the phone from Dean’s grips and hums as he scrubs the timeline back and forth.

And he just keeps right on hm-ing, like he wants to keep 'em in an ungodly amount of suspense. After a beat, Dean bristles some more, “Well?”

He feels Darlene nudge in closer behind him, like she’s not sure what to make of Cas. Dean throws a backwards glance and sees her mouth set in a firm line.

Cas wets his lips and looks up guiltily through his lashes, like he maybe doesn’t think this is as big a deal as Dean does.

“We’re lucky. He’s safe. His nature is hidden, even from digital view.” With that, he pockets Darlene’s phone and makes to exit. “But we should talk with him. Let’s go.”

For her part, Darlene makes a strangled noise and rushes forward. “Wait! That’s my phone!”

Cas blinks, like he’s noticing Darlene for the first time. She puffs out her chest, and the ruffles on her cream-colored blouse flutter in the air conditioning.

On Cas’s impassive gaze, she overreacts. Her eyes trail up and down like she’s sizing him up. “I’ll call the police if you don’t give it back,” she warns.

“Oh?” Cas says, eyes shifting to Dean and back. “Apologies. I thought the phone was one of yours, Dean.”

“W-work phones. I got a lot of em,” Dean murmurs to Darlene under his breath, hoping the flippant explanation makes it sound less…criminal.

“And no, no. Phone belongs to Darlene here. Uh,” he clears his throat. “Darlene Dickerson. Darlene? This is Castiel. Cas? Darlene.”

She still doesn’t look too happy with him, so Dean grapples for better words.

“Cas is a friend. He wouldn’t steal your phone.”

She hmmphs. Peachy. Looks like Darlene is set to hate Cas as much or maybe even more than she hates Sam. After another few moments of stony silence, Dean reaches into Cas’s coat pocket and fishes her phone out. “Jeez, move it along. Here ya go, Darlene. Guy’s got deep pockets, you know? Ehehe.”

It’s not even a good joke. 

But it’s something to break up the tension.

Darlene yanks her phone from Dean’s fingers and sneers, eyes trailing over Cas’s raggedy coat.

“Well, he doesn’t look like he has deep pockets,” she coos under her breath, rude.

Oh, she really doesn’t like him.

“Darlene Dickerson,” Cas says, squinting at her like he’s trying to puzzle something out. “I recognize your name.”

“Yeah, she sends us Christmas cards and we sponsor her grandson Thomas in the Fun Run every year,” Dean explains, in a hurry to move this along. “She’s worked here as long as we’ve been here.”

“Ah,” Cas murmurs quietly. “I remember now. I’ve heard Sam complaining about her.” The comment is meant for Dean, but it’s loud enough that Darlene overhears, and her nose wrinkles in displeasure.

At this rate, Cas is going to stay on her bad side forever.

While it’s totally hilarious that she hates Sam, Dean doesn’t really want her to hate Cas. For some reason. He tries to smooth it over.

“Sam didn’t say anything bad about you, Darlene. He was just uhm.”

At this point, Cas seems to clue in to his social faux paus.

“Oh. Of course. Sam didn’t say anything bad,” he fumbles to add, nodding to Darlene. “He’s simply jealous that you like Dean better than him.”

Not bad, Dean thinks. That one’s not even a lie.

Dean paints on his best Prince Charming smile and blasts it at Darlene. “You know Sam,” he chuckles. “He likes attention, but he doesn’t wanna do the bare minimum to get to know lovely ladies such as yourself.”

Darlene slips on a tight smile and throws Cas another wary glance.

“That’s true,” she says to Dean, frowning.

Maybe he'd laid it on a little thick. “I figure Sam puts his head down and barely says hi when he comes in. Sound about right?”

At Dean's estimation, Cas quirks his trademark smile—a crooked, sidewinding thing that usually works pretty decently on women. It seems to help Darlene settle.

“Dean's right. Sam can be very preoccupied, yes. He shouldn’t, because you seem very pleasant to talk with.”

To Dean’s relief, Darlene preens a little bit, hand drifting up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Well,” she huffs. “I try to be.”

Dean clears his throat and crowds closer to Cas, nudging him with his elbow for effect.

“Darlene here monitors her grandson Thomas’s social media accounts. She’s the one who clued me into the vid I showed you.”

“Oh,” Cas says, exaggerating his surprise like Dean had taught him to do, for politeness’s sake. “We’re very lucky to have you looking out for Jack.”

Darlene smooths a dainty hand down her blouse. Maybe it’s the air conditioning, but Dean notices she’s a little bit cold. Or she needs a better bra. Those nipples could poke somebody's eye out.

“I’m very Instagram-savvy,” she brags. She assesses Cas again, eyes shrewd. “Not to be nosey, Castiel, but you two got quite the resemblance. You and Jack, I mean.”

Oh. Crap. Darlene ain’t got much of a filter.

Before Cas can belt out something that’s entirely weird and entirely too honest about Jack’s origins, Dean beats him to the punch.

“Cas is Jack’s dad-dad,” he explains proudly, like that’ll settle everything.

Darlene’s eyebrows shoot up on her forehead.

“Oh.”

As if Dean’s claim requires proof, Cas scrambles to hold up his own phone and thumbs it to show the lock screen. (It’s a photo of Jack grinning cheekily at the camera.)

“I thought Jack was your son, Dean,” she accuses gently. “That’s what Thomas told me, anyway.”

“It’s a bit of a group project,” Dean coughs, trying to work out a cover story that doesn’t make them sound like a freaky religious cult.

“I’m a friend of the family,” Cas explains, borrowing a phrase from Mary. “Jack and I moved here permanently almost two years ago, but I can’t always be here…due to work.”

“Yeah,” Dean tacks on, “And we give Jack, you know. Stability. Boundaries. Here, I mean. We got a, uh, extended family situation.”

“Lebanon is a nice, quiet place to raise a troubled teen,” Darlene agrees. “Our family’s like that, too. We stick together. You know what they say…”

Cas tilts his head. “No. What do they say?”

Darlene clears her through, like she’s about to deliver Dalai-Lama level wisdom.

“It’s cliché, but it’s true: It takes a village to raise a child properly. Especially with how social media is these days. Kids get up to worse and worse, I swear.”

“I like that. It takes a village,” Cas says softly, like he’s never heard the phrase before. Maybe he hasn't. His eyes glimmer as he looks on Darlene with renewed gratitude.

“So,” Dean coughs, breaking up the moment, “So, could you tell us how to get to that video? We’re gonna need to, you know, do the discipline thing later. I guess.”

Cas holds up his phone, “You could ‘Share the Link’ via text if that’s easier.”

Hell. Dean doesn’t particularly want Darlene to have Cas’s number.

“Well, I’d prefer to send the link to Dean,” she complains with a mischievous smile, fluttering her lashes in a way that reminds Dean of Rowena.

“I can add you to a group chat with Dean and myself,” Cas offers. “For emergencies.”

And he does it before Dean can even stop him.

Dammit, Cas. Dean’s smile has a hard time not transforming itself into a grimace. Thanks for giving my number to the thirstiest GILF-wannabe in Lebanon, I guess.

“Thanks so much,” Darlene gushes, staring at her phone like she’s just won the lottery. She mashes her fingers against her own screen for a minute or two. “And here’s the link. Did you get it, Castiel?”

“I got it.”

“Do you know much about Instagram, Castiel?”

“Actually, I’m not very good with technology. Dean has an account, though. He’ll be able to follow your link.”

Dammit, Cas.

“Oh.” Darlene’s eyes are liquid and large as they flick over to Dean. “So you have an Instagram. Why, I’d love to follow you, Dean.”

“It’s uh,” Dean coughs again. “It’s just a private account. I don’t post anything.” Which, of course he doesn’t. He’s on too many criminal watch lists.

“Well, I’m LittleQueenDarlene57. Feel free to connect. I’m very active in the school PTO and over at Lebanon United Methodist. My spy account is the one I linked you from, though. That one’s top secret.”

She winks.

Dean blinks.

“Wait. You’re not catfishing your grandson, are you?”

Darlene titters. “Oh, I don’t target him. It’s just a sort of character I play to go under the radar with the kids.”

That’s a little disturbing, Dean thinks.

But also kinda. You know. 

Genius.

“Don’t be too hard on Jack,” Darlene says now, moving closer to Cas and petting him sympathetically on the arm. “Most boys go through things like this—doing dangerous things to try and impress their friends.”

Cas gives her his little smile again.

“That would be very hypocritical of me.”

Despite how rocky this had started out, Darlene definitely likes Cas now. Dean rolls his eyes. “Okay, Casanova, I think Darlene’s had just about enough of you.”

She hasn’t. She squeezes Cas’s arm.

“Wait, before you go… Would you like to buy something from my grandson’s fundraiser? He’s selling giftwrap for his baseball team.”

“Why would I need—?”

“Everyone needs giftwrap,” she interrupts, striding across the room to her work station. She withdraws a glossy Charleston Wrap catalogue from behind the counter and practically skips back over to Cas.

Cas looks at a complete loss when she plops it into his hands, and the look he gives Dean is the priceless, deer-in-headlights kind.

“Uh. Dean?”

Dean thinks, You brought this on yourself, Buddy.

Darlene goes into full saleswoman mode: “This brand of gift wrap is the best I’ve ever had, to he honest. It folds and creases perfectly, and all of it’s double-sided.”

“I prefer using gift bags,” Cas says neutrally, inching towards the door.

“We can get you that, and there's tissue paper, too! Why, there’s a whole set on page 13,” she trills.

Cas swallows and looks helplessly to Dean again.

“But just so you know, my great niece runs a gift wrap service in November of every year. So, we can go ahead and order you some gift wrap, and then if you get overwhelmed trying to figure out wrapping, you can just drop me a text. Lacy’s hourly rates are very reasonable, and she doesn’t even charge extra for bows. She uses the real nice, wire ribbon, so the bows are to die for!”

“Hear that, Cas?” Dean laughs. “She doesn’t even charge extra for bows.”

It must come out a little too sarcastic, because the look Darlene sends his way is just shy withering.

After a solid five minutes, in which Darlene hardly breaks to take in air, Cas agrees to spend well over $150, and Dean about pees his pants trying not to laugh.

He has to bite his tongue on the prices, because on the one hand, yeah this is highway robbery. On the other, it's criminal money, so they sort of cancel each other out.

Besides, Cas’s terrified face is pure gold, and Dean’s gonna get to hold this over his head for ages.

Darlene talks Cas into a gift bag package, three colors of tissue paper, and two rolls of gift wrap (one pattern features Rudolph ice skating, and the other pattern features a "Christmas Zoo Safari"). From the accessories section, Cas selects four gray-and-red Tartan scarves, a Nordic snowflakes Pom-beanie hat, and a red snowflakes pom-beanie. For Claire,“ he explains hastily. "I can’t leave her out, Dean.”

Dean can see Darlene itching to ask about Claire, so he clears his throat to move things along. “Yeah, I’d say you got everyone covered,” he says, schooling his face and holding in a laugh.

Cas shoots him a glare, like it’s Dean’s fault for not rescuing him from this situation. Which. It kind of is.

“Don’t look at me,” Dean says. “I already sponsored the Fun Run, so it’s your turn.”

As Darlene tallies up the overpriced gifts, Cas fishes some bills from his pocket: a crumpled hundred-dollar, a fifty, and a ten from his wallet. Darlene jots down the item numbers, and then she asks for Cas's full name and address.

“Just put it all under Dean Campbell,” Dean says, rescuing him at last. “I’ll just pick it up here when it comes in. Or Sam can do it.”

Cas looks relieved, gives Darlene a stiff nod, and after the transaction is complete, they make to leave.

“It was nice meeting you, Darlene,” he says, perfunctory and obviously eager to be out of the building. He doesn’t wait for her reply before he’s out the door.

Hehe, coward.

She doesn’t seem to mind his abruptness. Instead, she actually giggles as she watches him stride to the car. She looks back to Dean.

“Well. He was a good sport about that,” she breathes, grinning big.

Dean rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Him and his deep pockets, right? I think he’d have bought more from ya if you'd made to the food section. Pret-ty calculated, Darlene. Pretty calculated.”

“Times are tough,” she sighs. “And Thomas’s team needs new uniforms.”

“Yeah, well. Guess we'll be bothering Lacy in November, too. I can't wrap for shit, and I think he'd probably rip the paper to shreds. Which would be a cryin' shame since we're springing for the fancy two-sided stuff. And thanks again,” he grabs the handle on the door, “for the Jack stuff, I mean. Uh, gotta go ground that kid now, yanno.”

Before Dean pushes out, Darlene grabs his elbow in a vice grip and yanks him back. “I like him, Dean,” she whispers, like she’s sharing something earth-shattering and very private.

Huh? 

“You like him? Jack?”

“Castiel.”

Dean assesses her gleaming, rabid face and thinks, Yup. She's the thirstiest GILF-wannabe in Lebanon, and now she’s got the hots for Cas, too.

He purses his lips and rolls his eyes at the thought.

“Okay, whaddya want, Queen Darlene? Me to set you two up on a blind date or something? Cause you already have his number now—”

She huffs, then grins and shakes her head. Her gray eyes grow bigger and more serious now.

“You should bring him to Church, Dean.”

She’s never invited Dean to Church before. Something about the gravitas with which she says it feels…odd.

“Okay, sure. Yeah. Maybe.”

She breathes happily.

“I really do hope to see you both there. Bye now!”

Okay.

When Dean gets to the parking lot, he feels like he’s missed a step somewhere.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Chapter two: The let down

masterlist // disney nav // tag list form

notes: Modern AU-ish! They're all around 15-16 in this fic, This is not an X Reader fic!! Likes & Reblogs are appreciated !

chapter 1

chapter 3

"What flowers does Violet like?" Hiro asked as he began to look at flowers. Penny was smelling the carnations while Wilbur was taking pictures of the calla lilies.

"She likes-"

"Petunia Black Velvets." Wilbur said, pulling a blue rose out of a bunch. Penny and Hiro stared at him for a moment, before looking back to the flowers.

"What do those look like?" Hiro asked, before Penny shrugged.

"I don't know. I've never heard her mention those before." Penny said, before turning to Wilbur. " How did you know she liked those?" Penny asked, and Hiro couldn't deny the curiosity growing in him too.

"Well, she mentioned it while we were at the park that one time. She saw the fake Petunias in front of the water fountain. She said she liked them but the black ones were her favorite." Wilbur said, writing something on his phone.

"That was like, months ago. How do you remember that?" Penny asked with a laugh, before Wilbur shrugged.

"I don't know. Violet doesn't talk much, so when she does I sort of just remember it all." Wilbur said, and Hiro stood quiet. Unfortunately, the store didn't have any Black Petunias, so they went with the next best thing, according to Wilbur. Black Roses.

"Are you sure she's going to like this?" Hiro asked as they stepped out of the flower shop. It was around six o'clock now, and Violet was already at the movies.

"Are we giving her these when she gets out?" Penny asked, and Hiro nodded.

"Yup! Then I tell her how I feel and Brick goes away forever." Hiro said with a smile. Penny laughed and Wilbur chuckled, the three walking down the street to head towards the movies.

"Violet got there at five thirty, so the movie should be done by seven." Penny said, and Hiro nodded.

"Alright, we have an hour to kill. What are we gonna do?" Wilbur asked, before Penny pointed to the arcade up ahead.

"We can go to the arcade." Penny said, and Hiro nodded. The three walked down the block, making small talk and trying to figure out which games they wanted to play first. Penny left her bike outside, and tucked the flowers Hiro had gotten Vi into the basket at the front, wrapping it around basket.

"How many coins are we getting?" Wilbur asked before Hiro pointed to the five hundred pack.

"That's like, fifteen dollars." Penny said, before Hiro shook his head, moving them so he could stand in front of the machine. He slipped a dollar in before tapping the buttons a few times. Then, a second later, five hundred coins were put out from the machine.

"Easy." Hiro said with a grin, Penny moving her shirt out so they could put the coins in the dip of her shirt, as a makeshift holder.

" We seriously need to start bringing a bag here. My shirts are gonna stretch from all these coins." Penny said, and Wilbur laughed, grabbing a handful of coins. Penny felt her face heat up, before looking away before he could notice.

"Where are we going first?" Hiro asked, before Wilbur pointed to the large pack man game.

"We need to do that." Wilbur said, before they all began to walk over. A whole hour of games, who could ask for more?

"Dash have you seen my charger?" Violet asked, walking into the living room. There sat Helen, Bob and Dash. Jack- Jack was busy watching TV.

"No, ask dad." Dash said with an eye roll.

"Dash be nice please." Helen said with an aggravated sigh.

"I'll be nice when you guys tell her." Dash said, and Violet stopped.

"Tell me what?" She asked, picking up Jack-Jack to give him a hug. She lightly rocked him as she played with whatever toy it was he had.

" Violet, you're brother... feels he's ready to go solo." Helen said. Violet stood quiet, still rocking Jack-Jack back and forth.

"So, does that mean I'm going solo too?" Violet asked, before Bob shook his head.

"That's the thing, your mother and I, don't think you're ready yet." Bob said. Violet put Jack-Jack down,

"Why wouldn't I be ready? Why is he supposed to be ready before me?" Violet asked, now getting upset.

"Honey just hear us out. You're just not, confident enough. We don't want you to get hurt that's all." Helen explained.

"That's not fair." Violet said, not getting more agitated. "Is that why that woman was here? To talk about Dash?" Violet asked. Helen looked confused.

"What woman? No woman came for Dash." Helen said. Quietly, the two turned to Bob, who looked down at the floor.

"Uh oh." Dash said, before running to get Jack-Jack, and then running out of the living room.

"You cheated on mom?" Violet asked, and Helen's fists tightened.

"Cheat is a strong word."  Bob said, standing.

"So that's it? You're just not going to say anything?" Helen asked, and Violet stood quiet. She picked up her sweater off of the couch, before walking out, leaving her parents to argue. She was ready to just go out, her phone battery be damned.

The walk to the movies was short, and thankfully she didn't wear to high of boots. The chilly weather of the fall was welcoming and she mentally thanked herself for layering two sweaters. She pushed the doors open to the lobby of the theatre, and quickly found that long red hair. Except, he wasn't the only one. Next to Brick, was Blossom, who was his ex girlfriend. Why she was here, Violet wasn't sure. But, to be safe she hid around a corner and texted Brick.

Vi: Hey, I'm here.

In a few seconds, Brick texted back.

Brick: Oh alright, i'll meet you.

Violet felt nervous, and uneasy. Like something was wrong. But she chalked it up to the mishap with her parents a few moments ago. Stepping out from her small hiding spot, she saw Brick looking around. When his eyes landed on her, she smiled and waved and she would have felt better if his smile didn't hold so much pity.

"Listen Violet I-" Brick started, and Violet waved her hands.

"Brick it's fine. I get it. Trust me." Violet said, already knowing. She wasn't the one he wanted to see, and it was fine, because she felt the same. But that didnt mean it still didn't hurt.

"Are you sure? Boom got stood up by his girl again, so if you want you can go with him, as friends y'know." Brick said sympathetically. Violet shook her head with a smile still, even though she felt like she wanted to cry.

"I'm just gonna meet up with my friends, they're nearby so it'll be fine. But I hope you guys have a good movie." Violet said, before Brick smiled. Out of her peripheral, Violet could see Blossom walking over.

"Hi, I'm Blossom." She said, extending her hand to shake Violets. Violet smiled and shook her hand. They were soft.

"Hi, Violet. You're very pretty, I love your hair." Violet said, and Blossom smiled lightly running her fingers through it. The two look good together, Violet thought.

"Oh thank you so much, but yours is, wow." She said, her eyes widening. " It's so long and shiny, I wish mine was like that." She said laughing, and Violet nodded laughing as well.

"Your hair suits you, trust me yours is fine." Violet said, before Brick turned around to see Butch tapping his phone, reminding him of the time. "I should let you guys go. Enjoy your movie." Violet said, and Blossom smiled sadly at her, before hugging her.

"Take care of yourself please. You seem like a sweet girl, and any guy would be so lucky to have you." Blossom said in her ear, squeezing her. Violet hugged her bag, unintentionally squeezing her too.

"Thank you, I hope you two are happy, you guys deserve it y'know." Violet said, and the two pulled away with soft smiles. Brick felt his nerves ease watching Violet walk out of the movies.

Violet felt like she had been walking for hours. She didn't want to go home, she knew all she would hear would be fighting, and arguing and Jack-Jack crying. She didn't want that right now. So, she walked and walked, until she reached the boardwalk. She sat on the cement, which was a few feet above the sand, enough for her to dangle her feet.

She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Penny's contact before calling her. Ringing, ringing and more ringing. No answer. She called Hiro, no answer. She sighed and scrolled to the last person she had hope for. Wilbur. She called, and it rang. Ringing and ringing and ringing. Until he answered.

"Hello?" He asked, and Violet sighed.

"H-hey. Are you busy?" She asked, and she heard shuffling on the other end.

"Not really. Just watching Pennys bike real quick. Why?" Wilbur asked, before Violet looked out to the ocean ahead of her.

" Do you think we could meet up? A lot happened." Violet said sadly, before Wilbur let out a 'hm'

"You're lucky I'm a man with enough time on his hands. I'll be there in two minutes. Where are you?" Wilbur asked, and Violet heard more shuffling on his end.

"By the boardwalk, near the sand."Violet said, before Wilbur chuckled.

"You're not far. I'll be there quick, promise." He said, and Violet smiled and said 'mhm' before hanging up. She sat for a bit, waiting, and just letting her thoughts run.

She wasn't sure how to feel. She knew she didn't like Brick. But she did feel some hurt knowing she had been, basically a rebound. But, she had been hearing Penny drop hints about Hiro liking her, which she also wasn't sure how to feel about. Then, then there was Wilbur.

She definitely didn't like him. Not one bit. They made fun of each other most of the time. She'd comment about his hair, how weird it sat in his head and how odd it was it stood so perfect during the day. She'd talk about how much he wouldn't stop talking about space and the stars and how he loved science so much. She'd get annoyed when he would tease her for liking english class so much because quote " who willingly likes english class?"

Violet didn't like a lot of things about him. So she could never understand why she always let herself down around him. She would talk, he would listen. She would ramble and go on a rant about whatever it was she did, and he'd agree, if he felt he needed too. Just to get it all out of her, sometimes he'd challenge her.

Violet could think of a million reasons why she couldn't like Wilbur Robinson. But the more she thought about why she couldn't, the more she realized, she did.

"Hey Vi." Man of the hour.

"Hey." She said quietly, hiding behind her hair. Her nerves were all over the place. Wilbur rested the bike on the wall, before jumping up and swinging his legs over, scooting over just enough to sit next to her.

"So, how'd the movies go? It's like, six forty five, why are you here?" Wilbur asked, before Violet just looked down.

"I got there and Brick was with his ex girlfriend Blossom. She's really pretty, like, really really pretty. I kinda knew he wasn't really liking me." Violet said, before Wilbur nodded in understanding.

"I feel like there's more." He said quietly, trying to see her face better.

"Kind of. But you cant tell anyone." She said, shifting to face him. Wilbur stared at her for a second, before fixing her hair behind her ear.

"I promise I won't tell anyone." He said smiling, before she laughed.

"Okay, well." She started, before taking a deep breath. " You know how, I'm a super and all." She said, and he nodded. " Dash wants to go solo." Violet said, and Wilbur's eyes went wide.

"Is he allowed to do that?" He asked, before frowning. " I don't know how this super stuff works." He said, and Violet laughed.

"He can, but I didn't think he'd want to go solo so, young. But, I had asked my parents months ago if I could go solo, and they said no because they didn't think I was ready." Violet explained, and Wilbur nodded following along.

"Did they say yes to Dash?" Wilbur asked, and Violet nodded.

"Yeah, they did. So I asked my mom if the woman that had came to our house the other day was there for him, and she said no. So when we looked at my dad, he just said didn't say anything and Dash took Jack-Jack and left." Violet explained quickly, now feeling everything all over again.

"My mom got upset and they basically got into an argument over him cheating on my mom again, and they started to argue and I was just so over it." Violet explained quickly, getting up to pace around. Still, Wilbur listened.

"So, I left because I didn't want to be around that and I just thought getting the night over with would be better. But then I get to the movies and see Brick with Blossom, and I didn't really like him that much but still, it hurt y'know seeing him with another girl when he was technically my date. Then he told me he was sorry and she came over and introduced herself. I hate that I cant even be mad because she was so nice and said I was so pretty but compared to her like am I really?" Violet rambled, and Wilbur sat quietly listening intently.

"Then I walked and left them and just kind of ended up here but I needed someone to talk too because everything is too much. I called Penny but she didn't answer and then I called Hiro and he didn't answer, and thank whatever force sent you because you are helping so much right now." Violet said, finally taking in a breath of air. Wilbur sighed and hopped off the wall, walking over to Violet.

"Vi, a lot is going on right now. You need a minute." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders. She nodded and focused on her breathing, her head pounding with how much she had spoken with such little air.

" Y-yeah, I guess you're right. I just, i don't even know." She said with a sigh.

"Is there anything else?" He asked, before Violet nodded.

" Sorry, I talk a lot, but sort of. Pennys been weird lately, she keeps talking about Hero a lot, I thought at first she liked him, but now she keeps comparing him to me and I'm not sure if she's trying to I guess replace me or tell me something but it's really confusing me." Violet said, before Wilbur laughed.

"Violet seriously you can't tell?" Wilbur asked and Violet shook her head.

"No, tell what?" She asked, and Wilbur sighed.

"Vi, Hiro likes you." Wilbur said. Violets eyes went wide, and she stood back.

"... Are you serious?" She asked, and Wilbur nodded, moving back to lean against the wall.

"Yep! He got you those flowers." Wilbur said, pointing to the flowers on Pennys bike. " He didn't know which ones you liked though, and I told him you liked the Black Velvet Petunias, but they didn't have those so I said the Black Roses were the next best option. I told the florist to throw in Salvia, since I know you like purple." Wilbur said, moving over to Pennys bike to untie to bouquet from the basket. Violet stood quietly as he handed them to her.

If only it was the right guy handing her these. Maybe then she would've been happier.

[sonicenvy]

So y'all here's a sweet experience that I had at work today that has watered my crops, given me hope for humanity, etc.:

I had this sweet little boy, his sweet sister and his mom come up to my desk today to get their summer reading prizes, and I'm all like,

"What are your names?"

The kids tell me, but the mom then goes, "Oh [little boy]'s name might be wrong in the system it might still be [girl deadname]. I just look up the kids' last name, and I'm like,

"Great news! His name in our summer reading system is [actual boy name]"

The mom is like, so happy about this btw, she goes, "Oh good! I'm so glad that [husband] changed it!"

I'm all like, "Does [son] have a library card? His name could be wrong on that too. I can check for you."

The mom goes, "He does, and it probably is."

I'm all like, "I can fix that for y'all if you'd like, let me look it up for you."

Mom and kids are both very happy, "Could you?" the mom says, "That would be great."

I look up [son's deadname] in the library card look up and sure enough it is under that. I ask him when his birthday is, but because he's four, he can't remember the day or the year, he's just like "February," which is pretty common for kids his age and never ceases to crack me up lmao. The month is good enough for me, but the mom gives the rest of it.

I update the son's name to [new boy name] and update his gender/pronouns field to "boy", which takes me all of about 30 seconds, and I go, "It's all fixed now, He's now in the system as a boy named [new boy name]. If you got one of the library cards with the name printed on it, you can go to the lobby and they will get you a new one with his new name printed on it. If you got one of the ones where you sharpied his name on there, you can wipe the old name off with rubbing alcohol pretty easily, and write his new one on there."

The mom, who clearly has already been having issues with other places (probably school) updating her sweet little four year old's name is like, "That's it?"

I'm like, "Yup. You're all good to go!"

The mom is like, so grateful y'all, she goes, "Thank you so much for making that so easy for us!"

I'm like, "You're welcome! It's no problem whatsoever, we want everyone to be called by their actual name around here!"

This interaction made me so happy y'all because it was so sweet how extremely, enthusiastically supportive the mom and the 6 year old sister are about this four year old being trans. Like y'all for every shitty story I read about in the news about shitty transphobic parents or every shitty transphobic parent story I hear from friends, I get to have these interactions with parents at my job who are so supportive of their kids and their gender expressions.

The fact that this kid's mom is helping him socially transition at AGE 4 is such a wonderful, loving thing that is going to mean a lot for the rest of his life. This is not the first time I've helped a kid and their parent change their name/gender on their library card account either. There's a parent of a sweet transgender 7 year old girl whose name I updated last year. I also have a number of excellent parents of NB children, who are very enthusiastically making sure their kid doesn't get misgendered. I also appreciate the parents who are teaching their little kids to they/them people of unknown pronouns (so they/theming me when I forget to put on my she/her name tag.) because these parents are teaching their kindergartners not to assume people's genders. Gives me hope for the future of queer kids amidst all the vitriol and hatred that's out there right now.

Like all the kids I generally work with at my library are under the age of 12 and I have multiple trans kids with enthusiastically supportive parents who are helping their kids socially transition while they are single digit aged.

I also love that the area my library is in has a lot of very visibly queer parents who come to our library! Lots of kids with two dads or two moms come to my library, which is so wonderful to see as a fellow queer. Big love to the one lesbian mom who has 2 sons with her wife and is a super huge boy/cub scout volunteer (she wears the uniform when she hosts the meetings at our library!).

Anyways, I'm so happy for this kid and the familial support he clearly has.

[artic-willow]

2 with azure and dan?? <33

"Just One Drink!"

A/N: Okay so, I don't know how this is...I hope this is okay for you Love!! And thank you so much for having ask me this, this one was sooo funny to do!<33

Ask by: @03patrickstar

Character(s): Azure and Dan

Genre: Emotional (?) maybe a little angst (??) and comedy (a little?)

Category: Oneshot (Slight AU?)

Status: Finished [1/1]

Words: 630

!TW: MENTION OF ALCOHOL /DRUG (?) AND SMOKING!

Summary: Azure goes to her dad’s bar but she meets Dan again, Dan is trying to help Azure with her family problems.

*Azure’s POV*

I am standing at a bar.  It goes without saying that it belongs to my father, it is very much in his style.

He is the disco type, or bar type at night. 

Strangely I see him at home, if I see him he is in front of the TV watching movies and smoking. He doesn't always invite me, not because he doesn't want me but most of the time I'm in front of my computer sitting at my desk.

Today I was home alone. My mother told me to go to my father to eat. It was late, I had to go to a bar alone despite being close to home. I don't like bars, I don't like junkies, I don't like the smell of alcohol. My dad usually teases me about it, saying I don't like anything. Very funny.

Despite the reluctance, I entered. But I haven't seen my father anywhere.

I only see one person, Dan. I recognize him from the wheelchair and his beard.

I approach the counter where he was, I sit down and immediately smell the unmistakable smell of alcohol and I already hate it.

"Hello Azure." He says without looking at me, drinking his drink.

"Hi..." I reply, I can't do anything to look down as soon as I hear loud music and lots of people. It is very busy.

"What are you doing here? I've never seen you in your father's bar." He asks me, and now he's looking at me.

"Get food." I simply answer and look around. "Do you know where my father is?"

He chuckles, takes his drink and takes a sip. "You never know where he can be." He said, with his strange accent.

I frown, "He's always like that." And I leave a big breath.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dan looking at me. "Hey, is something going on with Phil?" He asked.

I thought I had heard wrong, no one asked me this. Everyone thinks everything is fine just because I never tell anyone and pretend.

I look at the void, my head is mixed together with the noise of screaming people and loud music. "My mother is always at work, I never see her. Phil anyway." I say looking down.

"Parents usually don't understand." He said. "They usually don't consider you, or don't care about your feelings. It hurts more than a thorn." He looks at the void.

It is true. But I didn't expect that from Dan.

"How do you know?" I ask, he looks at me. His face is lit up in pink from the light from the bar.

"Past." He simply replied.

"You're right." I replied, looking at him with a look I can't describe. "The only thing I can ask myself is..." I take a moment, open my mouth but nothing comes out. I can only look at the void but my mouth starts to let out words.

"Why does this hurt more than the emotional pain?" And I just look at the ground, without realizing what I just said.

"It's not easy, I know."  He looks at me with empathy, "But you have to fight." He smiles a little.

"Should I talk to them about it?" I ask, even if the answer was obvious. By now everyone tells me, even my friends.

"Yup." He says and turns to the counter. "Just don't take drugs for the pain you're feeling, Kiddo." He chuckles.

Cretin.

Yet I giggle too. "I never want to end up like you." I say and pull my tongue.

"Hey, that's not cute." He says and giggles again. "Hey, you should try drinking." He hands me his glass.

"I can't, Phil will kill me!" I say, widening my eyes.

"Just a sip, or you can't get food." He pouts but then giggles.

From today I will never go to my father's bar again, no matter how much my father will scold me.

[scarletnakazato]

Takeshi Nakazato - Ever and Ever

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader • Word Count: 2,072. • Synopsis: In which Takeshi goes through the stages of being a dad and he's a wholesome babe as always.

➽───────────────❥

"Babe? Are you really sure you want to eat this?" Takeshi asked, somewhat concerned.

"Yes, it's the most delicious thing I've ever seen. I need to have it." She nodded firmly, eager on taking the small plate that was in his hand. It contained apple slices and a small dipping cup in the centre that was filled with ketchup. Yes, ketchup.

He sighed, handing her the dish. "Alright, if you're sure." Happily taking it, she wasted no time in digging into the "delectable cuisine", as she put it. Takeshi watched, both enamoured and a bit grossed out at this week's strange food craving and combination.

(Y/N) was currently three months pregnant, and for Takeshi, this was one of the greatest moments in his life. He got to marry the girl of his dreams at twenty-four and now they were going to be parents at twenty-five. He sometimes thought about what it would be like to be a father and those thoughts usually led to the things he'd teach his kid, watch them grow and become one of the best things in his life. He'd love to be one of the people his child would look up to and admire.

He flicked his gaze to (Y/N) when she moaned. "This is so good. This is the best thing I've ever eaten, my god."

Takeshi snorted then chuckled, "You're strange."

"Have you tried this? Here, have some." She grabbed the plate, holding it in front of him.

"Nah, I'm good babe. More for you."

"You're missing out, Tak. This is some serious gourmet shit."

"I'm sure it is, love." He shook his head lightly, a smile on his face as he continued chuckling at her words.

"Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you for creating this."

"I highly doubt that."

(Y/N) finished eating the remaining slices, giving a few strange but pleased moans and hums while eating.

--------

The minute Takeshi came home from work, (Y/N) latched herself onto him like a leech. Seems like this week is clinging week, huh? Rarely letting go of him, Takeshi carried her around the house for a few minutes as he did his 'getting home' routine, before getting her to settle down enough so he could take a shower.

When he was changed and back in the bedroom, he scooped up (Y/N) who sat on the edge of the bed and lied themselves down for the daily cuddling session before dinner.

"What do you want for dinner?" Takeshi asked.

"Food."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yup."

"Never had that before, sounds good."

"I know, right?"

"In all seriousness though, what do you want?" he rolled on to his side, draping an arm over her side gently.

"A whole fish and some rice."

"How a big a fish are we talking about here?"

"The salmon in the freezer."

"Christ woman, you can't eat that whole thing."

"Hey! I'm eating for two here, cut me some slack. Me and mini you want a whole salmon!" she retorted, giving a mock glare.

"Alright, you both win. I'll get it started."

"Wear the maid outfit for me?" she grinned shamelessly.

"No."

"But you did before!"

"That was one time and I'm never doing it again!"

--------

"My ankles are so fat." (Y/N) poked at them for the twentieth time.

"That's natural hun, they're gonna be." Takeshi rubbed his hand up and down her thigh before settling it in place. She raised an arm and jiggled the loose muscle on her bicep.

"Look at my bingo wings."

"Babe..." He shook his head, sighing to cover a potential laugh. (Y/N) giggled and leaned into his shoulder. Three months had passed by quickly and the next three were going to fly by as well. Her cravings were only getting weirder as time went on and Takeshi didn't know how many more times he'd have to make a dish that would have Gordon Ramsey question his own career.

"Takeshi? Mini you requests sustenance. Well, more like demands, actually."

"What does he want now? Mushroom pie with coconut shavings?" he asked jokingly.

"Actually, that doesn't sound too bad."

Oh shit. What have I done? "(Y/N), love? You hate mushroom pie and coconut in general. I can't imagine you liking it put together."

"I don't know, that sounds like a delectable to me."

"How about I just go get you a burger?"

"Hmm." She thought in silence for a minute, Takeshi seriously hoping she went with the better option. "Yeah, he'll allow it."

Oh, thank God. "Great, what does he want on it?" Takeshi wrote down everything she -more like the baby- wanted then left for the nearest fast-food joint. Returning within ten minutes, he bought an extra burger, figuring one wouldn't be enough to satiate the both of them.

The couple cuddled up on the couch, watching the newest episodes of an anime. (Y/N) ate the first burger, then fell asleep half way through eating the second, giving Takeshi the prime opportunity to get a picture she'll hate him for later. He quietly snickered to himself, the soft click of the camera doing nothing to (Y/N)'s heavy sleeping state.

Once he had everything cleaned up and shut off, he carried her bridal style to bed. She groaned lightly, happy to feel the bed underneath her as she worked herself under the covers. He joined her not a minute later, gently moving stray strands of hair from her face. She moved closer, nuzzling her head against his chest and wrapping a leg over his. He watched her with a small smile and lightly massaged her side until he fell asleep as well.

--------

"Takeshi." She shook his arm quickly. He groaned and rolled over. She shook his arm and said his name again. No response.

"TAKESHI!"

"Fuck!" he jolted awake, looking over at (Y/N) with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Drive me to the hospital, it's time and this kid is NOT patient." She scooted to the edge of the bed and Takeshi carried her down stairs and to the car where he quickly and skillfully drove a severely agitated and pained (Y/N) to the hospital. Luckily there was no traffic in the middle of the night.

Her pained whines and moans only got worse as they neared the building. When they arrived, she was quickly led into a room and the nurses gave her anesthesia. Once it kicked in, she had calmed down some. Takeshi sat next to her, soothingly rubbing his hand over hers. He was valuing what little time his hand had left before she most likely breaks it.

After two hours of labour, lots of pushing and (Y/N) yelling at Takeshi that, "The next time you want a kid, you're having it!" (S/N) came into the world. (Y/N) doted on him relentlessly before giving him over to Takeshi so she could rest. Smiling the entire time, he left soft kisses on her forehead and back of her hand. She smiled tiredly, watching Takeshi dote on their baby as well.

--------

(Y/N) was able to work from home, making it easier on both her and Takeshi to watch the baby. When he got home from work hours later, they switched roles and he watched over (S/N) while (Y/N) made dinner. The boy made grabby hands, gaining his father's attention who gently held his much smaller hand. (S/N) giggled happily at the positive reaction and Takeshi smiled warmly.

(Y/N) looked over towards the main room to see what caused (S/N) to giggle loudly. Her heart swelled happily and awed silently at the sight of her husband and son. Takeshi was such a sweetheart and a much bigger softy compared to what everyone made him out to be. She went back to making dinner, calling for Takeshi when it was ready. They ate at the small kotatsu in the main room, asking each other about their day and keeping an eye on their baby who was strongly preoccupied with his toy cars.

After dinner, the couple snuggled up next to each other in bed after tucking in (S/N) for the night. (Y/N) reveled in the warmth her husband gave off, making her smile and sigh contently. Takeshi left light and loving kisses in her hair, a hand gently massaging her back as she lied on top of him. Her arms were wrapped comfortably around his sides and both fell asleep in each other's arms.

--------

Your parents were right when they said "they grow up so fast." To (Y/N) and Takeshi it definitely didn't feel like three years had already passed by. (S/N) knew how to walk and talk already and it really made the parents think of how right their own parents were. Their son was extremely attached to both of his parents but they could both easily agree on that he was a daddy's boy. (S/N) loved being around Takeshi at every waking moment and the two bonded very quickly.

Takeshi, obviously, started teaching him car names, watched racing animes and movies along with some super hero ones. (Y/N) found it endearing how much time her boys spent together. As he got older, Takeshi would let (S/N) help him work on his car. She'd watch as (S/N) and Takeshi would work on the Skyline and the little one helped his dad hold the flashlight.

It would only be minor car fixes though, like oil changes, tire rotations, and some small installations. Anytime he or Takeshi got a small nick or cut, (S/N) would run over to (Y/N) and ask her in the cutest voice to fix their owwies. She would do just that, giving it a light kiss and ask if they wanted ice cream to make it go away faster.

--------

The day (S/N) got his license Takeshi took him out to Myogi in the R32 he continued working on and kept running. He may not like old and outdated cars, but his Skyline would forever hold a place in his heart and he couldn't get rid of it. His son had begged him over the years to be able to drive it one day, and today was that day.

The pass hadn't changed a bit over the years and even Takeshi continued to race it a few times a week. Street racing was in his blood and he was happy his son had a love for it too. As long as he wasn't too reckless like his younger self was.

By the time they got back it was three in the morning and (Y/N) was in bed. (S/N) took his dad by surprise when he pulled him in for a tight hug and thanking him for the night and everything from years past. Returning it with no hesitation, Takeshi smiled warmly. His son grew up to be everything Takeshi hoped he would be and he couldn't be prouder. He has his whole life ahead of him and Takeshi's pride for (S/N) would only get bigger.

When the two pulled away and bid each other goodnight, Takeshi walked into his and (Y/N)'s room as quietly as possible. Ridding himself of his shirt and changing into comfortable shorts, he slid into bed.

"How'd it go, love?" he heard (Y/N) ask softly.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, gently reaching over to her, his hand landing on her hip.

"No, I woke up when you two got back." He hummed in acknowledgment before responding.

"It was good, he really liked it. He looked like he was having the time of his life out there." Takeshi chuckled lightly, his hand rubbing circles on her hip.

"Aww, that's sweet. That meant the world to him. He wouldn't stop talking about it while you were at work. So excited to get his license and finally race like you. He really loves you, hun." (Y/N) moved closer, snuggling up to her husband and pressing a loving kiss on his lips. "But I love you more." She pressed several more kisses all over his face making him laugh.

He pulled her closer with both arms wrapped around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and peppering it with kisses. The couple cuddled for well over a half hour, basking in each other's warmth and loving holds before finally falling asleep. Takeshi was going to need it, for they were both sure (S/N) was going to challenge his dad to a race sooner rather than later.

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

6. By My Side | Pt 4

"You've got to be kidding me."

Your group has already grabbed a table on the second floor balcony, overlooking the crowded paths below, at one of the nicer restaurants at the heart of the park's main food district and you've been checking updates on your phone after messaging Tobio and Hiro when Oikawa's unamused voice breaks through your thoughts.

You glance up to your left at him to see a look of disbelief on his face and when you follow his line of sight, you see the two stragglers everyone has been waiting on heading your way, weaving through the tables to reach you all.

"Tobio!" A smile breaks across your face at your cousin's grumpy visage. He seems a little closed off, studying the additions to your group with what you think is apprehension.

"Tobio?" Toru's head literally snaps towards you in question.

You turn to him as Tobio and Hiro come to a stop and pull out the two empty chairs at your table.

You hear Iwa murmur a low, "Oh shit." but you have to dismiss it because you're clearly missing something.

"Yeah," you watch Toru with a question in your own eyes, "My cousin, Kageyama Tobio. And Hiro, Hana's brother.."

Iwaizumi is actually facepalming while Maki and Mattsun are chuckling, but you can't see what's so funny so you continue with the introductions, "Tobio, this is-"

"We already know each other, Y/n. I went to school with Oikawa-san and Iwaizumi-san until they graduated this year."

Okay, small world. All you can really say while you digest this information is, "Oh."

But then, "Hiro doesn't know them... right?"

"No, not yet!" Hana's a lifesaver that steps in to make introductions with the rest of the guys while you chew it over. There's clearly history here, right?

Then, you kind of get an answer because Toru turns to speak with you while the others greet each other, "So let me get this straight. Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan are both your cousins?"

"Um. Yeah. Pretty much." You watch his eyes narrow on your response.

"Pretty much?"

"Yeah, Tobio's actually Shin's cousin but they're both more like brothers to me. I guess it's the same situation with Toshi but on my dad's side... we're not directly related either."

You can see the understanding light up his eyes for a moment, "You choose them, huh? As family?"

"Exactly."

"Interesting taste. So family but not."

"No. They're definitely my family, no question. Nothing will ever change that."

You and Toru stare at each other for a moment as you both try to work out what's going on in the other's head and where the lines are. When he doesn't reply back, you raise an eyebrow and prompt, "So.. you and Tobio..?"

He lets out a laugh that might be just a little bitter, "Please, there's no me and Tobio."

"Hm." You let it sit there because you're not one to pry more than that when someone is clearly somewhat unhappy. You'll get it out of Tobio later anyways.

And, cue lightbulb, "You were on the volleyball team together."

A cavalier smile spreads across his face at your question, it's definitely not sweet, teasing, or nice. It seems carefree but the expression in his eyes is almost telling you to back off. However, he still answers, "We were on the same team once, sure."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." You smile with what you hope is the kindness you want to relay and not the awkward uncertainty you're feeling, "Why? Do you have more you want to say?"

He studies you a moment longer before turning away to pick up his menu and study it instead. You still hear his quiet answer, "No."

You look away as well and your eyes fall over Tobio, who's looking back at you. His expressionless gaze doesn't convey much but, for once, even you can't read beneath it, and then the connection's cut when he glances away to the rides in the distance.

Okay.

The lunch goes surprisingly well considering the amount of tension around the table at the start. Mostly between Toru and Tobio, but even Iwaizumi seems more... engaged in the situation. Everyone else continues to get along fairly well and make up for those three, however, and the atmosphere eases out eventually. It probably helps that Tobio is quiet as per usual and Toru is unerringly good at pretending all is well in Oikawa-land.

When everyone heads out for the rest of the rides, you do catch Toru watching you interact with Tobio and Shin but you don't know what's so curious about your relationship with your cousins. What you do think is curious is his interest and attention when you're joking around with Karu or talking to Hiro. See, he doesn't seem to mind if you sit with your cousins, his friends or Hana, but somehow always manages to slip into the seat next to you if it looks like one of Hana's brothers will.

It's so obvious that you can't help but bring it up as you exit the picture booth at one of the rides, "Not that I should have to ask you permission, but are you going to let me sit with Karu or Hiro?"

"Do you want to sit with one of them?"

"Don't answer my question with a question."

"I like having you by my side."

"Still not an answer to my original question."

"Do you not want me next to you?"

"Stop avoiding my question or I'm going to assume you're jealous."

"Sounds like you want me to be jealous."

"I didn't say that."

"You also didn't deny it, Angel."

"Toru." You mean to admonish him for the little games he's playing but when his first name slips out and you see the wide grin start to spread across his face, you have to close your eyes in defeat.

It's with your eyes closed, as you're taking a breath to find your calm, you hear a soft smile in his voice as he calls to you, "Y/n."

And when you open your eyes he's holding up a printed picture from the ride you were just on. You and Toru are sitting next to each other, your hands interlocked between you again and you're trying to hold your hair down with your free hand, while strands still fly everywhere from the wind, to look over at him. Your expressions are caught in that moment, now eternal, as you're laughing at the cute pose he's trying to make for the picture but he's looking back at you and not the camera, with the happiest grin on his face.

"Why this one out of all the others?"

"I've been getting those too, just electronically. I wanted you to have this one."

"It's for me?"

"So you can remember how much I like you by my side."

You can only smile and take the picture from him, responding with a soft,  "Thank you."

"Say my name again, Angel."

"Oikawa."

"My first name."

"No."

"Please." He's giving you the cutest puppy eyes, but-

"I said no." And you turn to walk away before he can actually convince you, the smile still stretching your lips as you carefully tuck the picture into the hidden pocket, between your phone and cards to keep it from crumpling as much as possible.

-x-x-x-

Your group and Toru's end up going separate ways after an early dinner, which Miwa and her friend joined you all for. She got along famously with the unexpected additions to the group which you found pretty ironic. So did Toru, you guess, since he made it a point to state his delight at meeting a better Kageyama. No comment, you're biased.

You did have to promise Toru that you'd see him again before you left the park which, oopsie, you guess you never mentioned you'd also booked rooms to stay overnight. Haha. Yeah. You wonder if that means you can message him in the morning?

No, he'd just message you tonight if you don't first. He's already texting every so often and it's just been about fifteen minutes since you both went separate ways. So you end up texting him back to promise you'll see him in an hour or so, after some quality time with your cousins.

Back with the original group consisting of just your family, you all head over to one of the themed lounges to grab desserts and drinks. Tobio, of course, sticks with milk, while Miwa is all about getting her drink on with Sakepolitans - a cosmo made with sake.

Ren manages to convince her to order him an old fashioned or two, stating he's almost legal anyways - you roll your eyes at that - but you and Shin decide to experiment with the house recommendations. He goes with the Uji Matcha Latte while you go your typically coffee route with the café mocha.

An hour flies by fast as you all catch up on your day and make plans for the next but, by the end of it, Miwa is definitely in need of a bed, maybe with a trashcan by the side, and Tobio might actually be asleep on the table.

After telling Shin to stick with you and Tobio, Ren hauls Miwa away to get some sleep, letting you both know he'll be meeting back up with his friends after she's tucked in so to call if any of you need him. He does hesitate briefly, glancing between you and Shin, and you swear he mutters, "Just how much trouble can they get into here?" before shaking his head and leaving.

Hm. You throw a look over to Shin as he shakes Tobio awake and state, "Why don't you get him back to his room while I finish my coffee?"

He eyes you warily, considering your offer, "Right. Like you'll go to your room straight after?"

"What? Don't tell me you're not meeting up with Karu after you drop Tobio to bed."

His mouth opens but literally no words come out. Yeah, that's what you thought.

"What about you? Meeting up with your boyfriend?" Never mind, he found his words. Well, you can too.

"Why do sound like a elementary school kid? Oh right, emotionally you are one."

"I'm telling Ren that you're sneaking out." Rat. He would never, would he?

"You're literally just proving my point. Please, keep going."

"Why are you like this?" Ah, there's the crack. But you need to push a little more.

You lean back with a mocking smile, "Better than you at everything?"

Yup, now he's pouting. "Mean."

"It's genetic. You should know, you are too."

"Wow, I can't believe we're related."

"Me neither. Now, should I let you do your thing and have fun with your friend? Or do we call Ren and both end up stuck in our rooms for the night."

"How do you always...? Never mind." He grimaces in complete defeat, "Fine. Just keep your phone on and answer me right back if I message or call."

He's about to turn away but stops and adds, "And obviously old rules apply. You call immediately if you run into Ren so I can have my story together or make sure I'm back."

"Obviously." You smirk up at him over the mug before taking a sip.

But he didn't even have to say it. Whatever shit the two of you pull on each other, you also have each others backs when it counts. Especially with your older siblings. That was the pact those of you within a one to two year age range made with each other when you were all kids, as if any of you even had to. It's kind of cute you guess, but you'd never say that to any of them or they'd never stop harassing you.

As he heads off, you pull out your phone to message Toru and then decide to drop a picture of your drink on your twitter while you wait for his response. Which is unnecessary because the boy responds almost immediately. What, was he waiting by his phone?

Prev | Next

Masterlist

Behind The Scenes!

-Y/n also stopped to get pics... at all the rides

-Toru might have been telling the truth and got them all lol and he was def caught looking at her in more than just that one ;)

-Not that she wasn't... I don't know about you, but I definitely think I know which ones they'll both get printed :)

A/N: Really getting there.. one more part left in this episode! Buckle up, it's the longest one <3

Taglist: @delusivist, @prettyinblack231, @kac-chowsballs, @sakusasimpbot, @hawkthekinnie

[greenv]

We're the same PT.ll | Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are used to having Peter in your world all the time, he was in the base with you more than at his own home, it was time for you to spend time in his world.

Warnings: None? A small sexual reference or joke? Idk...

Word count: 3,5 k

Notes: (Y/R/L/N) \ Your real last name.

A/N: I just want to thank you guys for all the love "We're the same" received! For real! Thank you! Here's part two, I hope you guys like it as well!

[Part 1]

_______________________

You and Peter were getting back from one of your night patrols, it was something that the two of you always did and it was part of your routine now, you loved fighting crime beside him, and he loved being able to fight by your side as well, the both of you made such a perfect team that even your dad, Tony Stark was proud.

"So… I was thinking" Peter takes off his mask giving you a look, you look at him waiting for him to keep talking "You know, how I always spend time on the avengers place? I was thinking that maybe you would like to… I don't know… Spend some time at my place? Maybe?" Peter smiles awkwardly, you remove your marks looking at him with a smile.

"You got all shy all of a sudden" You put your arms around his neck, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

"Not with you, I mean, no, I just… Do you think that it's time to introduce you to my friends?" Peter sighs.

"Wow…" You look at him with surprise "You have friends?!" Peter looks at you offended, you start laughing and he can't help but laugh as well with you "I'd love to meet them, if that's what you want Pete… I'll do it" Peter looks at your face trying to memorize your features, but to be honest, he already knows your entire face and body by memory, he just loves admiring your beauty.

"That will mean a lot to me, thank you" Peter closes his eyes giving you a sweet kiss.

"Well… in that case, just tell me when and I'll be there" You smile.

"How about tomorrow? You can go to my school and you can spend a day in my world" Peter suggested, you frown, that wasn't what you had in mind when he told you he wanted you to meet his friends.

"At your school?!" You ask, surprised.

"Yeah, is that… a bad idea?".

"Well, why not after school? We can go eat something or maybe… Why?" You put your hands on your hips, you can't help but laugh. "Don't you nerds go out?".

"Ouch…" Peter smiles "Well, remember I told you I'm going to the academy decathlon? I need to start staying after school to study and between classes as well from time to time, and besides… I could really use your company" Peter grabs your hands swinging both your bodies, you only shake your head. 

"Alright fine, I'll go to school with you tomorrow, but I'm not taking the bus, I'll go swinging" You wink at him.

"Uh, no, you need to take the bus with me, so you can pass as one of the students" Peter winks back.

"Ugh! Is it really that necessary?!" Peter hugs you, hiding his face in the crack  of your neck.

"For me… pleeeeeease?" Peter whispers against your skin.

"Okay… See you tomorrow then" You put on your mask getting ready to go back to the chaotic place you call home.

"Love you!" Peter screams, smiling and feeling the luckiest man alive, once he lost the sight of you, he climbs the wall and opens his window to get into his room, tomorrow was the big day, he'd  been waiting for so long to introduce you to Ned and MJ, he was sure you were gonna love them.

[°°°]

"Wake up Parker!" You open his window, getting inside his room, Peter was getting changed after his usual morning shower, he looked back at you smiling.

"Good morning baby" He blows a kiss at you from afar, you sit on his bed taking a good look at his room, you've been there plenty of times, but today felt different, you felt a bit nervous and you didn't know why.

"When are we leaving?" You ask, impatiently.

"Well, you're a bit early baby girl, the bus will be here in thirty minutes" Peter puts on his shirt and sits beside you on his bed.

"You're not taking the suit?" You lift his shirt a bit, looking at his bare skin, Peter smiles and shakes his head.

"I want this to be a normal day for the both of us, just you, me, school, friends, a normal teenagers romance… No super heroes, no super powers, no fighting the bad guys, just for today" Peter grabs your hand.

"Pete… Baby… I am the daughter of Tony Stark, even before I got my powers, the words 'have a normal day weren’t part of my vocabulary" You fake a smile and Peter chuckles, biting his lip.

"Are you wearing your suit?".

"No, it's in my backpack, just in case you know…" Peter grabs your backpack, he opens it taking out the suit, throwing it into his closet. "Pete…" you look at your boyfriend with sadness "I'm already going to school with you let me take the suit, you never know!".

"Y/N, nothing will happen today, and I promise that after school we'll come back here and we'll go back to being Mr and Mrs Spider-Man" Peter jokes, you smile with sadness nodding, after all you promised him a normal day.

"Peter I seriously can't believe I'm the one who's asking to keep the suit and not the other way around".

"Honey we'll be okay!". "Fine… But if something does happen, I'm calling dad". "That won't be necessary". "We'll see". "We won't".

After a quick breakfast with Aunt May, you and Peter went down to the bus stop and waited for your ride to his school, you were used to Happy driving you to your private school where your dad had you at, you always wondered what it would be like to go on a bus like Peter did all the time, not wear a uniform, this could be a good day, maybe you can convince Tony to let you change school.

"So, we met at the Stark Internship… right?" You look at Peter trying to memorize the fake story on how you two met.

"Exactly, let's not mention that we both have super powers" Peter smiles.

"I thought your friend Ned knew?".

"Well, yeah, he's the only one, but the story is for the rest of them" Peter takes your hand.

"Okay… my last name is… (Y/R/L/N)?" You sigh "I'm ready!".

As the bus arrives, Peter manages to sneak you in without the bus driver noticing, but you didn't feel worried, it was an old man and he could barely see.

"There's Ned, my best friend" Peter points at a guy in the middle of the bus, you nod, just following Peter.

"Hey bro!" Ned smiles at Peter, you see them make a kind of secret handshake, you smile at the sight of such a cute act.

"Ned, this is Y/N… The Y/N" Peter says nervously, Ned looks at you and he opens his mouth with surprise.

"You're Peter's girlfriend?!" Ned asks.

"Yup… Nice to finally meet you, Peter talks a lot about you" You shake Ned's hand.

"He talks about me?! Ha! He talks about you a lot as well, you're like the main topic of our conversations" Ned chuckles, Peter hits Ned's arm giving him a warning.

"I'm flattered, I hope he only says good things" You look at Peter, taking a seat next to Ned.

"You're not sitting with me?" Peter chuckles.

"Nah, Ned's better company" You wink an eye at Peter, he takes a seat in front of the both of you.

"So… Are you really Tony Stark's daughter?" Ned asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about, we met at Stark industries… I have an internship as well" you smile.

"Baby, remember he knows" Peter chuckles.

"Oh… yeah, sorry" You smile shyly at Ned "So you know about Spidey?" You whisper at Ned.

"About Spidey one and two" Ned smiles and you smile at him.

"Well I'm glad I don't have to pretend in front of someone".

The bus makes another stop and a bunch of students get inside of the bus, you see Peter shake his hand in the air with a smile, you look over to see a pretty girl, messy hair and a 'kill me' kind of face, you knew that was MJ, Peter always says that she has a funeral face.

"Sup losers" MJ sits beside Peter. She looks at you and you give her a small smile.

"Hey" you say, MJ looks at Ned and then at you.

"Who is she?".

"She's my girlfriend" Peter spoke, MJ looks at Peter with an extremely surprised look, but her face goes back to her neutral expression right away.

"So, you're that Y/N?" MJ looks at you.

"Yes, you must be MJ" You offer her your hand to shake, but instead she gives an awkward high-five.

"Are you sure you're dating this ass? He's not paying you to fake a relationship?" MJ looks at you trying to study your expressions, you only chuckle shaking your head.

"Hey! I can get a girlfriend!" Peter says offended.

"Yeah boy… but not like her, she's waaaaay out of your league" MJ huff taking out her book, Peter looks at you and you give him a little wink.

Once the four of you arrived at school, no one was paying attention to you, which you liked, normally, at your other school you were treating with a bit of privilege just because of your last name, and here, it was all different, maybe because no one really knew your real last name, or maybe because you were with the nerds, but you liked it, being invisible for once.

"Let's go to class then" Peter grabs your hand.

"What class do we have first?" You smile.

"Wait… you're attending this school now!?" Ned exclaims.

"Yes, for today" You smile shyly.

"Cool… Are we going to say that she's an exchange student from another country or...?" Ned looks at Peter.

"No, she just transferred schools that's it" Peter smiles.

"I can make an accent" you look at both boys.

"I wanna hear" Ned smiles.

"Please no" Peter puts his hands over his ears, as you start speaking with a heavy (very bad) french accent, making Ned laugh, even MJ gave you a small chuckle.

"Can she please keep the accent?!" Ned looks at Peter.

"No! Please no!" Peter grabs your hand pulling you to class.

The teacher was already there so you had to go through the entire 'hi I'm blablablaba the new kid' kind of thing.

"Y/N, tell us a bit about you" the teacher looks at you. You felt everyone's eyes over you, you looked at Peter who was sitting in his place, saving a chair beside him for you.

"I'm dating Spider-Man" you said seriously, you could hear Peter choke in the back of the class, everyone was quiet, but then everyone started laughing and Peter felt his soul go back to his body.

"Yeah, I'm dating Spider-Man as well" another girl jokes.

"Okay Y/N go take a seat" the teacher smiles. You nod walking towards Peter, you look at the girl who made a joke as well, you lean close and whisper.

"You're not his type sweetie" You wink and eye to her and she rolls her eyes at you. 

You sit beside Peter taking out a notebook and a pen out of your backpack.

"Hey sweetie… Don't sit with Parker, come sit with us" you look up from your notebook to see a boy wearing a Polo shirt, you knew, by fact that he was Flash, the annoying son of a… Who made Peter's life a living hell in school.

"No thanks, I'm good here" You fake a smile.

"Come on, I don't bite, unless you want me to" Flash winks at you and his friends start laughing.

"Just ignore him," Peter whispers, taking your hand.

"Permission to break his jaw" you whisper with anger.

"As much as I'd love to see that, permission not granted… It's okay, he's like that, you'll get used to him" Peter chuckles.

"Okay, but if he says something offensive to you, I won't hesitate".

"I love when you get all overprotective of me" Peter whispers in your ear leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

"Well, you know that someone has your back Parker" You bite your lip, trying not to kiss him so you both don't get detention.

As class goes by, you actually pay a lot of attention to it, making a bet with Peter on who could answer more questions than the other, the loser will go patrolling alone, but the both of you know that's an impossible thing. 

You and Peter go to the next class, woodshop. 

As you and Peter arrive, Ned is already there, working on something, Peter grabs your hand and you look at him with a smile.

"Remember when you first got your powers? I made your web shooters here" Peter smiles, you could see how proud he was of his work.

"I can remember that day as if it was yesterday… And I can also remember your face when you showed me the web shooters for the first time" You caress his cheek with love, Peter feels electricity in his body, he shakes a bit and smiles, you really had an effect on him.

The two of you made your way to Ned, you see him working on some type of mechanic arm, he seemed to be having a bit of a problem there, you look at Peter wondering if he's going to help his friend, but no, Peter only sits beside him, working on his own project.

"Need a hand Ned?" You smile, sitting in front of him. Ned and Peter look at you.

"Uh… I don't really want to bother, I can't seem to make this work, I don't know why" Ned shows you the mechanic hand, you grab it taking a good look. 

Grabbing a bunch of tools on the table, you quickly manage to fix it and the mechanic like hand starts moving.

"Wow… where did you learn that?" Peter looks at you with a bright smile.

"Yeah, that took you like five seconds!" Ned grabs the hand admiring your work.

"Well, I'm Tony Stark's daughter, I know how to repair his suits as well" Your chest sticks out and you look at Peter feeling proud, you were glad that there was something Peter Parker didn't know about you.

"You keep surprising me babe" Peter smiles and winks at you.

"Not in front of me guys, please…" Ned rolls his eyes and goes back to working on his hand, you and Peter chuckle.

"So… You really are spending your day with the nerds huh?" Someone speaks behind you, you take your eyes off of Peter's project to look behind you. 

Flash was there, he was holding his phone typing something, he looked at you smiling.

"I knew I've seen that pretty face before…" Flash has a cocky smile in his face, he then turns his phone to you "Tony Stark donates one million dollars to charity, and beside him, the women that inspire him to do good day by day… His wife, Pepper Potts, and his daughter, Y/N Stark…" Flash finishes reading the news, you really started to hate that guy. 

Peter looks at Flash with anger, all he wanted to do was have a normal day with you in school, show you that you could be happy in a normal kind of way, but of course Flash was so obsessed with him that he had to ruin everything. 

Peter stands up from his chair ready to fight Flash, but your words stop him.

"So…? Should I give you a golden star?" You ask Flash, with the same cocky smile now "Should I clap for you? Let me do it…" You start clapping in his face "You're so intelligent, you found out who I am!".

Peter looks at you and then at Flash, feeling proud as hell, Flash looked intimidated by you, and Peter was enjoying the show.

"I-" Flash opens his mouth but you interrupt him.

"So what's your point… Flash, right?" You cross your arms.

"Just tell us all the truth! You're not dating Penis Parker! You're here to donate money to school or something!" Flash smiles back at you.

The smile on your face is replaced with pure anger, your eyes darkening as you look at Flash, you could hear him swallow saliva.

"You did not just  say that" Peter whispers with a smile, he goes back to his  seat he was tired of letting Flash get away with all the shit he does, and of course he couldn't punch him cause it was obvious who would win, he was trying to be fair. But today, today it was different, and he was glad his queen was here.

Flash looks at Peter and then back at you, knowing that he made a huge mistake on calling Peter that in front of you.

"What's your point?" You speak with anger.

"Just tell us you're not dating Parker, he has nothing to offer! Instead go out with me! I have money, cars… I can take you wherever you want" You put your arm around  Flash's shoulders squishing hard, he starts to feel pain but he holds it in, trying to look tough you made him face Peter, your boyfriend looking at the both of you delighted.

"You looking at that man right there?" You point at Peter "He gon' get it when we get home, he will keep me up all night… He is much more than you'll ever be!" You squish  Flash's shoulders even more, but not enough to leave  bruises the next day. "You say you have money? Cool, he has an immense heart, amazing jokes... you have a car? Cool… He has something better I prefer to ride" You wink at Peter and you see him blush, he was red at this point "Flash, you wish you could be like Peter Benjamin Parker, now, do me a favor and leave me and my boyfriend alone" you push Flash away from you, sitting back with Peter and Ned, you turn around one last time look at him "Leave your obsession with Peter behind, we all know you're not his type" You wink and eye to Flash.

Flash basically leaves running, when he does, Ned and Peter explode in laughter, you look at the both of them with a smile.

"Damn! That was amazing! About damn time someone said something to Flash" Ned cleans his fake tears.

"You didn't  have to  say anything to him Y/N" Peter smiles.

"You're right, we don't need to prove anything to that loser, but I got angry! He's an asshole and the thought of you having to deal with this dumbass all the time makes my blood boil!" You take a deep breath trying to calm down "Also, I wanted him to know how good you are at what you do" you wink and eye to Peter, your boyfriend opens his eyes wide and looks at Ned, who is pretending to mind his own business with his mechanic arm.

"Y/N… Don't speak like that" Peter whispers, he was a blushy mess, he looked adorable. 

"Oh Peter, you should feel proud of yourself…" You stand up looking around "I'm bored, I'm gonna build something" You smile and you start walking around the classroom looking for pieces for a project.

Back at the table, Ned turns his head to look at you and then he looks at Peter.

"Man… I don't know what you did to get a girl like her, but you're one lucky moth-" Peter covers his mouth, blushing.

"Okay Ned, she's too hot for me I get it…" Peter looks at you smiling "When she's with me all boys hate me". 

And he was right, and he just proved that with Flash trying to steal you from him, the way you talked to Flash, the way you defend Peter, it made him feel some kind of way, he wasn't used to having you do that, but he was proud of it.

[°°°]

The bell rings letting all the students know that the day is over, you stand up from your chair looking at Peter, waiting for instructions.

"Okay, let's go home" Peter smiles taking your hand.

"Home?" You look at him confused "don't you need to study with your decathlon team?".

"Yeah I do but…" He leans closer to you and whispers in your ear. "You said I was gonna get it when we get home so… Let's keep you up all night" He gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Peter Parker… I-" you try to make a joke but you just can't, he caught you off guard "Oh boy… Let's go! You have work to do!" You smile and clap happily making Peter laugh out loud, catching everyone's attention, but he didn't care. 

He was planning on having a nice evening with you and his friends, but that could wait, you can see his friends any other day.

[smolfrogi]

Love amongst the himbos

Chapter 2: Oh

TWs: extremely mild homophobia towards the end, micro aggression towards the Fire Nation, etc. Nothing too extreme

Here we gooo

"Zuko! How was school today?" Zuko's uncle always had a hopeful smile on his face.

"Good." Zuko sighed, fire lacing his breath. He hung up his backpack and sat at the table with him.

"Did you make any new friends?" Iroh asked, pouring a cup of tea.

"Yeah. Sokka, I think."

"He sounds wonderful."

"No yeah, he's great." Zuko looked up. "What happened to my mother?" Iroh clenched the teapot tightly. "How did the war even end? It seems like everything just stopped and the Fire Nation fell."

"She ran away, Zuko, and the Fire Nation fell apart when Azulon and Ozai died. You know that."

Zuko narrowed his eyes, well, eye. "What aren't you telling me?" Iroh set down the teapot. "Are you lying?" They both sat in silence for a moment.

".....yes," Iroh sighed. "I don't think you want to know."

"I knew it! I knew she wouldn't just leave me!" Zuko smiled subtly. "Of course I want to know. She left, I can't imagine why."

"You can't?"

"No."

"What happened the year before she vanished, Prince Zuko?"

"She ran away."

"And?"

"...And while she was gone, I got-" Zuko paused. "What does this have to do with anything?"

Iroh sighed. "You must figure it out yourself or be patient."

"I have a lot of homework." Zuko sighed. Iroh frowned, but didn't protest.

"Do what you must to succeed." Zuko nodded, closing the door of his room.

"Ursa....of..the..fire....nation.." Zuko muttered. "6 results? Are you kidding me?" Zuko slammed his head on his desk. He opened his laptop and found the assignment.

'What caused the Fire Nation to collapse? What scared off the residents?' Zuko stared at the screen. "This seems like it goes against several exposure laws."

Zuko's phone dinged.

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈 is typing...

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: Hi

Zuko👁👄💥: Hi

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈 is typing...

Zuko's heart was in his throat. He wasn't sure what would happen. What if he'd already said the wrong thing? What if... What if he-

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: I can't remember the english word for like-

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: okay so when something isnt cold so it hurts??

Zuko👁👄💥: Hot? Burn?

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: yeah thanks

oh, okay.

Sokka pov

Nice save, dumbass. Sokka thought.

"Ohhhh! $2, Aang!" Toph laughed.

"What!?" Sokka looked up at them from the floor.

"I bet her $2 you wouldn't chicken out of flirting with him." Aang sighed, passing two dollar bills to Toph. Sokka sighed.

"Guys, I've known him for a day." Sokka grumbled.

"True, but $2 is $2." Toph shrugged.

"Katara!" Sokka shouted. "Tell your boyfriend and your friend to get out of my room!"

"Wowwww." Aang mumbled as he dragged Toph out of the room.

Sokka sighed.

Sokka💙🏳️‍🌈: How's homework for you?

Zuko👁👄💥: what the fuck is math

Sokka: yikes

Sokka: you want some help?

Zuko: alright I guess

Zuko pov

Does this count as a date? I think it does? Is a study-date still a real date? Zuko thought about everything while he walked downtown. This area of the city was different. Then again, Zuko and Iroh lived above their tea shop. This area was more residential.

"Watch it scarboy!" Zuko swerved to avoid someone hitting his shoulder. Fuck you, stranger. He kept walking.

Zuko took out his found and stared at the address. Sokka's bitmoji thing popped up. Fucking snapchat. Now I have to say something.

Zuko: I'll be there in five minutes

sokka: k thanks

Zuko sighed. "Just breathe, you've got this." Just take a step and drop it, compliment her hair or- now is now the time for songs.

Zuko knocked on the door. Sokka answered almost immediately. "Hi!" He smiled. Zuko smiled back, it was like he couldn't help it. "Come on in!"

"Oh, he's- okay." Hakoda glanced around. Sokka practically growled.

"That's my dad, Hakoda. Let's go upstairs?" Sokka grabbed his wrist, not tightly enough for the bad type of panic, but still panic.

"Hey! Is that Zuko?" Katara asked as they walked past his room.

"Yup! This is my sister, Katara, and her friend, Toph. Oh, and her boyfriend, Aang."

"It's nice to meet you all." Zuko looked uncomfortable, so they took a few more steps into Sokka's room.

His bed was like a bunk bed with a couch instead of a bottom bunk. A TV sat on his dresser, which was across from the bed. Next to the dresser was a corner desk covered in papers and books.

"Alright, which question are you on?" Sokka interrupted his thoughts.

"1."

"Oof." Sokka beckoned him towards the desk. Zuko walked over. "Alright so the formula is y2-y1 over x2-x1."

"I thought it was x1-x2 over y1-y2."

"Well you were wrong." Sokka smiled. Zuko sighed. "So, the first y coordinate is at the y-intercept, which is at what point?"

"(0,6)."

"So it's the y coordinate of the other point- 7-6=1 so the numerator is 1! Ya got all that?"

"Yup, and I cant believe I'm struggling with 9th grade math."

"You're in your Junior year."

"Yeah. I'm just that bad." Zuko chuckled. Sokka explained more of the math and helped with science, Zuko finally got to help him with French.

"I speak like...." Zuko stopped and pulled out his hand, mumbling while he counted on his fingers. "English, French, Japanese, Russian, Italian, uhh I know a tiny bit of Khoisan. I'm still a beginner in Vietnamese, at least according to the placement test of duolingo."

"Wow...I only know English and Inuktiut! Plus one phrase in Irish." Sokka was in awe.

"What phrase? How come only one?"

"Buachaill maith. Good boy. I learned the phrase a while back, the manager of the store I work at was fluent."

"So do you want me to teach you all the swear words in every language I speak? I can also teach you how to call someone a dumb bitch in sign language."

"Please do."

So they spent 3 hours learning cuss words in their respective languages. They are 16 years old, what do you expect?

"I have to get going. It's gonna be time for dinner." Zuko sighed, suddenly unable to remake his smile from a moment ago.

"You could stay here for dinner?" Sokka pleaded.

"Thanks, but no. I didn't even tell my uncle where I was going. He's probably worried." Zuko sighed.

Sokka stood up and they walked out. Gran Gran was walking about the kitchen, in the middle of making dinner. Zuko was still thanking Sokka for the help. Gran Gran narrowed her eyes.

"Sokka, who is this?" She didn't even pretend to smile. Sokka glared at her.

"Zuko. He's my friend." Sokka answered.

"He's Fire Nation."

"What an astute observation." Sokka snarled, walking Zuko to the door. "Get home safe!"

"I will!" He responded. Zuko sighed in defeat, as soon as he left he could hear Sokka snapping. Of course people hate the Fire Nation. Why wouldn't they? Shootout to the non-bender nations for staying out of the war. They hardly had any territory yet they fought amongst themselves. Every nation had nonbenders, but the non-bender nations had no benders at all.

Zuko walked across the half-empty side walk. Thoughts were racing in his head. Why did it feel so amazing being around Sokka? Why was Sokka so defensive of him? Why did Sokka's room look like heaven? Is Sokka gay or bi? What's the difference between bread and cake? Am I gay?

Am I gay?

Am I gay?

Am I gay?

Zuko shook his head, trying to shake off the thought. "I'm straight, right? I'm straight." He sighed. His dad would kill him if he knew. He was completely sunken in thought when his phone started vibrating.

'Pick up your phone. Do it!' 'Do it or we'll kill you!' 'NO!' Zuko picked up his phone and swiped up, gulping at the thought of it. He hadn't heard that tone in years.

"Hello, brother."

Alright you'll get to finish the cliffhanger in about 2-3 weeks. I'm not a fast writer.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 113 2Xs2) "Things That Real People Do."

@crystalbaby12 @5sosfam1dlover @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @rosefilledhearts-blog *AGAIN... So sorry if I missed you ❤️

Colson and Luna wake up late and discombobulated the next morning. They had fucked a few more times and stayed up way too late talking about their future plans together. Now they're rushing around to grab clothes so they're not late meeting Deanna at the airport.

Luna and Colson are a little more than halfway to LAX when she gets a text from Deanna. It says she just landed to their relief.

---------------------------------------------------

"It's so good to see you!!" Luna hugs Deanna tightly once they find each other.

"UGH. You are soooo lucky I love you." Deanna half teases, half groans.

"All this yours?" Colson asks with wide eyes as he looks at the stacks of luggage behind The Girls.

"Try YOURS." Deanna answers with a laugh as she greets Colson with a warm hug. "Three wedding dresses, two suites and the makings for two flower girl dress... Yeah, that's YOURS. Mine's there." She deadpans pointing to a significantly smaller sized pile.

"Alright... Let's get this show on the road!" Luna claps with excitement.

With substantial help, Colson, Luna and Deanna load all of the luggage and themselves into Colson's Expedition. On the way home the three of them talk about the astetics that Luna's going for. Colson hearing for the first time her two color schemes.

"This shit is gonna be FIRE, Kitten!" He shouts happily as he pulls her head over to kiss it; making Deanna smile as Luna turns a sweet shade of red.

---------------------------------------------------

Music is blaring when they pull into the driveway. The Cleveland House is alive and rocking. Sam and Baze have made their way back over along with Slim and Dub. Mod and Casie are having a water balloon fight in the front yard against Rook and Benny while Pete and Kevin chill on the front step watching.

"Welcome to Cleveland!" Colson laughs at the sight happening in front of his house.

Baze, Colson, Sam, Slim, Dub and Luna help Deanna get her supplies inside. Setting up in the dining room, she spreads out the fabrics and sets up the accessories for Casie's dresses across the large table. Opening Colson's trunk, she reveals his almost finished suits. With some fine tuning, they both should be finished today. Staying closed and locked is the trunk that contains Luna's multiple wedding dresses.

"Colson, can I get you on the box?" Deanna requests once she has her traveling work space fully set up.

"Yeah, no problem. What suit you want me to try on first?" He asks as his fingers run between the two different fabrics.

"Uh... Let's go PinStriped because that's the first one." Deanna decides.

"Hi!" Casie comes up waving. "I'm Casie. Who are you?" She asks inquisitively as she sticks her hand out for a shake.

"Hi!" Deanna laughs at the young girl's candid demeanor. "I'm Deanna, I'll be creating your dresses for your dad and Luna's weddings... It's so nice to finally meet you." She gushes as Casie shakes her hand in an exaggerated fashion.

"Are these for me?" Casie asks with a squeak in her voice as she hops over to the different colors and fabrics laid across the table.

"Yup. I'm gonna finish up with your dad and then we'll start on you." Deanna informs her.

"REALLY?" Casie clasps her hands together in excitement.

"Yeah, come on Dill. Let's go warm up and get changed so you're ready." Luna coaxes her favorite tiny person.

"Okay!!" Casie continues to hop as Luna guides her up stairs after passing Colson.

One Look.

"Oooh! That fits nicely! How does it feel?" Deanna asks once a barefoot Colson is on her box.

"Nice. I can move and bend... " He answers by showcasing how his ninja kicks.

"WHOAH!! NO MARTIAL ARTS TILL AFTER THE CEREMONY!!" Deanna asserts with a laugh as she slides his suit coat onto his shoulders.

"DAMN... I love fly as fuuuuuuuck!" Colson shouts as he admires himself and Deanna's work in the mirror.

"Stand still for a sec, I just wanna check the hem on the pants." The designer instructs as she works her magic; a few small adjustments and the suit is perfect. "Alright, now the orange one." She goes on to direct her model.

"My favorite!" Colson shouts again as he jumps sideways off the box, Luna and Casie coming in just in time to witness it.

"Don't mind my dad, sometimes he can be a nerd." Casie reassures Deanna of her father's antics.

"How's the first?" Luna asks her friend as they wait for Colson.

"Perf..."

"BAM!!" Deanna is cut off by Colson's elaborate entrance. "This jawn is litty, my Kitty!!" Colson shouts again as he pulls Luna close to him by the waist. "Feel this shit... It's so fucking soft but so light." He oozes over the crushed orange material.

"You look great, Buns." Luna laughs as she kisses him. "Now get on the box.... GET ON THE BOX!!" She laughs harder, slightly mimicking Brad Pitt from Seven.

"How's that one feel?" Deanna interupts them, she's on a mission.

"I like that this one is looser. Like, I could wear these pants all day at EstFest and be comfortable." Colson answers as he does a slight jig.

"GREAT!! That means you're done. All I have to do is secure all the hems and you're wedding day ready." Deanna let's out with a light sigh.

"See that Kitten, I'm wedding day ready." Colson states as he pops a pose and sticks his tongue out at her; causing her to collapse into a fit of giggles with Casie and Deanna.

"That's a good look for you there, Mzzz. Kelly." Sam comes in, busting balls and carrying beers.

"Whhhyyyy thank you." Colson laughs as he jumps off of the box one last time, steals a beer from Sam and hollers "THANK YOU, DEANNAAAAA!!" As he sprints away to undress and work on his rap hook.

Fitting Casie is a WHOLE different story. She's never had to stand still long enough for a custom piece. It also doesn't help that The Guys keep floating in and out and messing with her.

"Lemme show you something, Dill! " Luna calls for Casie, pulling her sketch book out, she shows the young girl what their goals are.

"Okay. I'll stand better." Casie asserts with a better understanding of what they're trying to construct.

Deanna works as Casie stands. Luna and Sam busting it up with both of them. Colson pulling Luna away for her opinion on the sound for what they're now calling So Am I. Luna dipping all around the house. From the dining room to the music room, then to the backyard to get stoned real quick. Starting from scratch, Casie's takes the longest leaving the tiny one to step down from the box hungry and exhausted.

"I'm going to watch TV." She declares with a dragging sigh.

Luna sets her up in the living room as Ashleigh arrives with Ashton. Pleasing Casie to no end to have her Buddy with her as the women all head to the dining room for Luna's final fittings.

"We need sheets." Deanna informs Luna. "I don't want anyone walking in on you... You know?" She asks to Ashleigh's nod at the sign of the bad omen before she goes to find them.

A couple of beers, a few sheets later and Luna's on the box in her first dress. It's simple and short with lace details. Deanna checks the hems and asks Luna how it feels. She loves it. It's flattering yet comfortable. Delicate but not too girly for Luna. Gushing over it as she throws her arms around Deanna in gratitude.

"Wait till you see the third... That's my favorite." Sam whispers to Ashleigh as they watch Luna shimmy into her second dress.

This one is long with simple, classic lace patterns. Giving off a soft, hippidelic feel. Perfect for the woods of EstFest. Luna stands still as Deanna adjusts the lace around her body and it falls softly against her skin.

"Is it too tight?" Deanna asks with slight concern.

"I don't think so... What do you think?" Luna asks as she twists and twirls on the box.

"Jump off." Deanna instructs Luna.

With that she takes a long, ballerina leap off of the box, making it shake by her sudden weight shift. Legs wide open and arms extended she glides for a moment before landing and twirling again.

"TaDa!" Luna takes a bow, incredibly pleased with herself.

"Show off." Sam snarks with an unamused eye roll as she swigs her beer.

"You look AMAZING, Loons!!" Ashleigh stands up to admire her and the dress.

"Thank you." Luna let's out an embarrassed smile as she pecks Ashleigh's cheek. "What do you think, D?" Luna asks her designer friend.

"You'll be fine." Deanna's head nod making the other girls crack up.

"Yo!! Kitten! Where you at?" Colson tries to come barging in but gets tangled in the sheets.

"Not with you right now." Sam answers as she grabs him and pushes him to freedom; all praising Sam and the sheets with more gratitude and laughter.

Slipping into the third dress is easy. It's a two piece with a full skirt. Deanna only wanting to check the final fit and hem. Still twirling, Luna let's out a sigh... It's not hard to get caught up in the sweetness of planning a wedding. No matter how obscure.

"You okay?" Sam asks as she passes Luna a beer.

"Yeah." Luna smiles dreamily. "Just excited." Her hopeful demeanor seeping slightly into Sam before they click their beers wih the other two ladies.

--------------------------------------------------

The fittings took all day. Leading them right up until about 530Pish. Only having time for a huge burn circle for the adults before most of them who aren't dressed have to run off to be ready for their 7P reservation at Morton's Steakhouse.

Finally seated with an array of drinks and appetizers, it's a ton of them as always. Colson, Casie and Luna. Deanna. Then Pete and Kevin; because no one could convince Pete to leave Kevin at home alone during nightfall and Luna knows when to pick her battles. Baze, Sam, Ashleigh and Ashton are there. Along with Rook, Slim, Benny, Mod and a pop up AJ. Fifteen to be exact. The Fabulous Fifteen if you will. Dub making his way home after the circle. Luna orders a ribeye while Colson wants crab legs. Everyone one else places their order before Luna builds Casie a bowl of Chicken Alfredo by getting technical with the server. She doesn't like to be a dick but Casie's an asshole when it comes to food and Luna would rather push a little limit than be pushed to the limits. All the while Colson appreciating Luna's instincts when it comes to his daughter.

Dinner is filling and boozed soaked. Casie successfully getting her coveted dish while Ashton enjoyed plain noodles. They talk mostly about getting back to The House and trying to work out Luna's new song before Ashleigh asks how TownHall went.

"The COURTHOUSE went well." Luna laughs to Colson's smirk as they slightly explain the logistics of their yesterday.

Conversation continues to flow along with more alcohol. Deanna and Sam's thick NY accents drawling out Luna's Brooklyn one as well as Pete's Staten Island slang as they recant war stories and bust each other's balls. It's a different light to see the four old friends in.

Eventually Ashton has his fill, Ashleigh taking him home in her own car. Benny driving Colson, Luna, Casie and Deanna while Baze, Sam, Pete and Kevin follow behind Slim, Rook and Mod. AJ being the lone wolf as always.

---------------------------------------------------

Back at The House, Colson has Casie get in the shower while he packs up a few of her things that will head back to Emma's tomorrow. Meanwhile, Luna begins to pack for their overnight stay and upcoming performance in NYC on Thursday. The Guys and Sam are still downstairs tinkering with the idea Luna has in mind while Deanna works on Casie's dresses nearby.

Heading downstairs with a clean Casie, Luna and Colson join them in the music room. Beers are passed along with ideas and thoughts. Luna sits behind the drumkit, making herself comfortable.

"Let's try this, Sammy..." Luna offers as she takes the sticks in her hand and pounds out a quick bop.

"Lemme give it try." Sam agrees as they switch place and she begins to practice to Luna's approving nod.

Grabbing her electric that she'd kept with her since SNL; Luna tunes it up, making the chords howl. Stopping Sam, she looks over at Baze and nods for him to follow her chord pattern. A huge smile lighting up Luna's face as their two instruments align together.

"Now, gimme that strong, quick drum, Sammy!" Luna shouts out over her shoulder. "Colson, follow her lead." Luna continues to instruct as she begins to sing the original lyrics a bit faster with more spunk instead of tease.

Casie sits watching in awe. She's seen her dad create and record a million songs but there's something empowering to her in the way Luna commands the direction of her peers and their instruments. The young artist continues to absorb the creative jam session as it begins to birth an actual song.

"I think here... " Luna points to her and Colson's conjoined lyric lined papers, showing him where she think his part fits.

"So, what... After... " Colson asks as he flips through a few chords on his own electric.

"Yes... Exactly. Wanna try it?" Luna asks as she feels the piece lock into both of their brains.

Colson nods as Luna calls it From The Top. Her lead guitar whining for a couple chords before Baze's bass pops in to even her out. Followed by the unique beat pick up by Sam's thunderous drums and Colson's quick paced rhythm. Luna steps up to the mic, her vocals dancing through the lyrics as Colson slides in to reiterate everything she's claiming.

"FUUUUUCK YES!!" Luna shouts after they slam it out. "Quick break and then another couple run thrus?" She asks to everyone's agreement as she bounces around like she's on Meth; she's not, it's just her creative process.

---------------------------------------------------

A quick break means a quick fuck to Luna. Down the hall, in the tiny bathroom. With her senses on overdrive, she's all over Colson. Dropping to her knees to slurp his dick, bringing him close to the edge before releasing him and letting his cock throb as it drags against her outstretched throat.

Bouncing up again with a twinkling gleam, she kisses Colson hard on the mouth. Letting their tongues wrestle playfully with one another before pulling back. Giving him THAT One Look before she hoists herself up onto the sink. With his pants already off, Colson eases himself into Luna's juicy pussy. Making her moan and shudder from his girth. With his hands cradling her face, Colson kisses Luna deeply while her nails grip his ass and she fucks him maniacaly.

"Ooohh FUCK, Bunny! GO!" Luna cries out as her whole body tightens before that beautiful wave of euphoria washes over her.

"God Damn, Loons." Colson pants into her collarbone as she goes limp against his body.

"Mmmm... I FUCKING LoveLOOOOVE Yooou." Luna coos gently in his ear as they rest upon each other

---------------------------------------------------

Luna comes bouncing right out of the bathroom and back to practice without missing a beat. Talking over different chords with Baze, rhythms with Sam, along lyrics and feelings with Rook. Colson gazes at her with love and adoration as he watches her create. It's when he sees how intently Casie's watching Luna too, does it turn into appreciation. Heart bursting with pride that he chose a strong woman to be his wife and a role model to His Peanut.

"It's her... It's always been her." Colson smiles to himself as he allows his mind to drift back to the night at The Gramercy and the mysterious Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat before joining in on their band practice for a song She wrote about Him.

---------------------------------------------------

Word Limit 2 of 2

To be continued....