#so im happy to finally have somethin to share :3

[shepscapades]

new silly little comic tonight :D!!!

[yourlunarspice]

so many good ones mmm ok. 3, 14, 49 <3 <3

Ahhhh thank you so much for your ask, Llyn! I love getting responses to ask games. It's gives me an opportunity to ramble about the most random things, lol

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Something that I've always tried to do with my fics is about descriptions, and I'm gonna try to explain it properly. There's always a risk of writing too much description. With too much description, you get something akin to Tolkien that is vivid but it drags the storyline/pacing down. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE visualizing a scene and wanting to write down LITERALLY EVERYTHING, but that's not practical.

For me, I try to only put the barest information about setting (if it's important) and focus on the characters and their blocking through the scene. This ensures that the story isn't bogged down with unnecessary descriptions but gets the important parts solidified in the reader's mind.

One example is in my first bnha story Those Damn Flowers, where young Aizawa was walking down a hall as he reflected on recent events. It could have been a hall at UA, his home, or some other place; point is, it wasn't important. It lets every reader have a unique perspective on the scene's setting (and, by proxy, Aizawa's clothes and the people around him) while keeping the important parts (Aizawa's thought process and physical reactions to them) unchanging.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

Noticing really comes to mind, tbh. I get most of the fics I read through AO3feed blogs, and I don't really pay attention to the author. If the summary looks good, I check it out, simple as that.

That being said, if I had to give an answer, I don't really read most fantastical AUs (i.e., fantasy/dragon, steampunk, fallout, space/alien, etc.), HOWEVER, if a trusted friend or writer wrote something in one of those more fantastical AUs, I'd give it a shot.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I've been writing/posting some weird stuff lately, lol. Most recently, it was 'No Cure' (one of my favorites), but before that it was 'You call it 'torturing', I call it 'mercy killing'. Same difference' and 'Do you know how to tell where a corpse is buried?'. Real snappy titles, I know.

The next thing I'm planning on posting is on the 19th, and it's the final chapter of my biggest story yet, Heaven And Earth Between Us. Here are a few paragraphs from Chapter 6: New Beginnings (censored so no spoilers!):

((Also, I knowwww I said I wouldn't read many fantastical AUs, and I don't, but I was inspired to write this, ironically, a fantastical AU. Don't read into it too much))

Toshihiro’Máni met the Death god’s gaze. “I wish for compassion on this soul,” he said. “He did not understand the weight of his actions and died unecessarily.” [Death god] gazed at the corpse before raising an eyebrow at Toshihiro’Máni. “I take it you’re another god?”

“Yes, I control the Moon and the stars. Please, will you help him?”

Hands reached forward and lifted [Victim]’s body out of Toshihiro’Máni’s hands. “Please,” the Moon god found himself begging. “He doesn’t deserve this fate.”

“And you think no one else was undeserving of theirs?” [Color] eyes flashed, pinning Toshihiro’Máni where he stood. “People die all the time, some deserving their fate, others innocent. Your friend is a drop in the bucket.”

Toshihiro’Máni gulped at the sudden anger, but pressed onward: “I just want to save one. And if I can make a difference to one person, that will be enough for me.

“Everyone I know has saved countless lives,” he continued, the faces of Aizawa, Midoriya, Kirishima, …Katsuki flickering in his mind’s eye. “But all I can do is prevent bad dreams. If I can save just one…” tears sprang to his eyes. “...that will be enough for me!”

I'M SO HAPPY WITH HOW HEAVEN HAS TURNED OUT, IT'S THE FIC IM PROUDEST OF

After that, I have something in mind for Shinny boy, but I haven't started writing it yet. It's gonna be another one of those "I need help sleeping, please use your Quirk to help me sleep" stories. I've seen so many of those, but I can't help it. I love the sleepy purple boy.

Thanks again for the asks, Llyn! Sorry my answers got SUPER long

From this ask game

[senpaiisimp]

Home for New Years

Msby!husband Atsumu x Reader

New Years Special

A lil angst nothing to heavy;

“I’m training late today so you don’t have to wait for me.” Your husband, Atsumu, always had the training bug so him training late was nothing new. You actually were the one to bring it up at first. “You can stay later if you’d like Atsu, I don’t mind as long as you take care of yourself.” You being a big volleyball fan yourself, you never wanted to bring him down as Atsumu was all for moving away from the past. However it became a little problem, which led to the current argument.

 “What are ya even upset about? Yer the one who told me to stay late!” He said that with such anger or was it frustration, you couldn’t really tell as your mind was also clouded with whatever curse had forsaken you both. You were shaking, with fear from him yelling and anger from him not understanding. “ I encourage you to practice cause I love your love for volleyball, but I still wish to spend time with you! I asked for one day with you and you completely blew me off again.,” The tears falling didn’t stop even with Atsumu being blinded by the rage. “ If I don’t pay enough attention to ya then why are ya still here?! Get out if it’s bothering you that much..” That’s what he said, did he mean it? You wouldn’t know. You were out of there before he could say anything else to you.

That happened 3 days ago. You’ve been staying at Sakusa’s house, you being a super clean person and a close friend of his from high-school, he didn’t mind. You knew Atsumu wouldn’t come here because Sakusa never lets him in the house without prior knowledge of him being showered and cleansed. Atsumu had been sending messages, calling and leaving voicemails every hour he could. Even when he wasn’t supposed to he still tried. It’s gotten to the point where you feel bad and want to just run back into his arms but you know that won’t fix the problem. Of all the texts he sent, ‘let’s talk about it’ wasn’t one of them. Anyone can say sorry, the special ones can fix the problem.

“How long do you plan to stay Y/N? It's almost the new year. Not that I mind you here, it’s just Atsumu is getting more restless. He also deserves to know about.. you know.” Sakusa being the calm voice in between the storm. You wish more people gave him credit besides being a mysophobe. The hardest part of not being the bigger person in this argument was not being able to talk about what you wanted to tell your Husband in the first place. You were pregnant, Atsumu and your child sitting in your stomach while you avoided him like Sakusa to everyone during Quarantine. “Your right Omi, but what if he doesn't want to have a baby with me after an argument like that… He doesn't seem to want to talk yet…” You thought you'd cried all the tears away, but here they are again.

“Do you love him?” You look at Sakusa as if he was crazy. “O-of course I love him, more than anything..” The thought of losing him hurts more than dying. He’d taken you out of many dark times, he was the sunlight in your dark space. You’d gotten together during his third year when you went to nationals to support Sakusa, who’d of guessed the guy who accidentally called you a pig would end up being the one you love more than life itself. Sakusa then came back into the room with your keys and a cup of coffee. “Go to him. Atsumu is an idiot but he’s an idiot who’s very much in love with you. Remember when he cried at your wedding, hell that man is so whipped for you it’s annoying. Hurry, it's almost midnight and I don't think you want to start a new year with Atsumu like this, I’d go with you but I'd rather save my dinner.” Sakusa joked as he patted your head. You were moving fast while thanking Sakusa for everything. How could you think he didn’t want to be with you anymore. He was working hard for both of you. He probably would have listened to you if you hadn’t yelled back at him. You were going back to your home that you shared with your husband and you were going to fix everything. 

Atsumu on the other hand was at Osamu’s house needing help from his (amazing) brother. “Samu, They’ve been gone for 3 days! I apologized so many times, I can’t find ‘em anywhere. What if.. What if they’re done with me finally..?” He questioned his brother finally letting the sadness out. He’d been fine up until this point, keeping it all inside. He felt like such an idiot, how could he get so upset at you for wanting to spend time with him. It took him a bit to calm down but once he did, he felt like his world had left. He couldn’t lose you, one of the few people who could handle his passion for volleyball and his not so easy to handle personality yet still love him. You came to every game, cooked for him every night, even stayed up late sometimes just to wait for him to come home. You were perfect, how was he going to live without his amazing s/o. His thoughts were interrupted by a smack to the head

“Yer really a setter still? Coulda fooled me for how much yer not thinking. You apologized yea, what does that do? Yer words are shit, I as yer brother know that the most.” Osamu scolded his twin. He has listened to his brother complain for each day that you’ve been gone. He figured out why you ignored his twin the minute he had the situation explained to him, Atsumu can say sorry all he wants but if he doesn't do something it won’t change anything. “ Whatd ya mean idiot, what else do I do? I can’t exactly talk to them.’’ He argued back not understanding his brother at all. “ Didn’t ya hear me, yer words are shit. When’s the last time Y/N didn’t cook for ya, clean the house, brought lunch to yer practice? Now when’s the last time ya did somethin sweet for them hmm?” Atsumu didn’t didn’t even respond before getting up to run home. He was a fool, even more than he thought. You didn’t want to take away his volleyball time, you just wanted to know he still cared. He ran all the way home, thanking his volleyball stamina.

You had almost gotten to the building at the same time. Out of breath, cold, and sorry. No words were said before you ran into his arms, crying out apologies and squeezing the cold away. “It was my fault,I shoulda paid attention to what ya were saying and tried to fix it instead of yellin. Yer the best thing that could have ever happened to me so don’t ya ever apologize for somethin like this. I love ya so much ya know.” He said with a few tears of his own. You went to wipe then before saying your piece as well. “ I shouldn’t have yelled either, we both are trying our best. We’ll leave this in the past yea?” You questioned. “Yea, we are just gonna get stronger from it.” He smiled at you and then as if it were a movie, you kissed and fireworks went off in celebration of the New Year.

“Happy new year Y/N” He broke away from the kiss. “Happy New Year ‘Tsumu” You said smiling at him. “ Also I- im pregnant, I wanted to tell you before but-” Overwhelmed with happiness, he cut you off with a deep kiss. “Happy New Year to both of you then.’’ He said beaming.

And happy new year to all of you as well :3

Goodbye 2020. Hello 2021 with Suna and Yaku on the national team

[derireo]

sylvain - three choices

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"what if u went on a date with sylvain but he said some shit like "im gonna glomp you" like would you punch him in the gut or step on his foot with your stiletto heels"

sylvain x f!byleth

sylvain is on his knes for byleth 24/7 but most importantly, they r married

1. i’d kiss him so soft and sweet

byleth was working on some papers in her father's old office, and the moonlight was dim as it shined through the coloured glass of the room's window.

she was still dressed in her archbishop uniform, and so the weak lighting from behind made her look almost like an ethereal ghost.

sylvain isn't afraid to say that he's in love.

when her husband realised she wasn't going to be joining him in bed anytime soon, sylvain decided to keep her company as she worked well into the night, every now and then brushing stray hairs away from her face when they got in her way.

there was still a lot of work to do in garreg mach, so it wasn't a surprise to sylvain that she had to stay in the monastery while he had to do his own work in fhirdiad.

except he asked dimitri to let him do his work alongside byleth in the monastery, and the royal highness didn't have the heart to say no to his lifelong friend.

"won't you come to bed now, sweetheart?" sylvain pouted from across the desk with his chin digging into his palm, his hair floppy and disheveled from rolling around in bed due to loneliness an hour or two prior. he's been watching byleth sign papers and file documents ever since he entered the office, and he was starting to get even more tired.

byleth didn't let out a sound but only gave him a quick glance from her papers to let him know that she wasn't ready to go yet.

"d'aw, come on, by. it's already so late." he coaxed sweetly and reached out a warm hand to cup the side of her face in his palm to make her loom at him, his thumb lovingly brushing the spot beneath her eye.

he sighed like a fool in love when her gaze focused on him, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she leaned into the coziness of his hand.

"if you refuse, i'm just gonna have to up and glomp ya." he threatened, though his voice was hushed and the grin he was wearing nearly split his face in half.

byleth's eyebrows raised at the new term, but her usually doe eyes were half-lidded, slowly getting tired as sylvain continued to caress the side of her face with his thumb.

her husband could only send her an expectant look when she didn't give him a verbal response, but instead sighed in resignation, the corners of her mouth twitching into a private smile that made sylvain's breath catch.

she stood up once she put her pen and inkwell away while she slipped the rest of her papers into her desk. her gown flowed behind her so prettily as she walked towards where he was sitting that sylvain had to remind himself to breathe.

"i might just glomp you up anyways." he spoke breathlessly as he fell back into his chair to get a better look at his wife who was staring down at him in amusement, but still did not give him a verbal response.

instead, she leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss, with a hand pressed square to his chest as the other had found itself lightly curling around his neck. the sudden motion made sylvain's throat twitch in surprise causing byleth to smile against his mouth, her fingers catching onto the small buttons of his nightshirt.

sylvain took the chance to nip at the swell of her lower lip when his wife began leaning into him, only for her to pull back with a soft laugh escaping her lips while ignoring his pout. but to make him happy, she continued to press gentle kisses to his mouth, each one full of more love and adoration than the last.

each kiss making his fingertips tingle and him lightheaded.

finally, when she pulled away once more, sylvain felt warm and sleepy, the blush to his cheeks making him look so adorable and sweet to byleth's eyes.

"let's go to bed now, sweetheart." she sang softly, holding out her hand for sylvain to take as he stood from his chair.

she lead them both out of the office and they both made their way up the stairs towards her bedchambers.

she looked back at sylvain once they had entered her room, and she laughed as her husband regained the energy to help her change out of her clothes and into her pajamas.

"glomp?" he said, hopeful.

"if you say that word one more time, sylvain, i'll kill you right where you're standing." she murmured, threat empty as she pulled her husband down by the neck of his nightshirt to kiss the swollen lips on his stupid face.

he sighed, defeated. "fair enough."

2. i can multitask and do both

"well ain't that a look?" sylvain whistled lowly as he watched his date come down the last step of stairs and into the hallway where he was patiently waiting for her with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. his grin was amused when byleth gave him a little twirl in her sundress, and quickly caught her when she stumbled in the black heels she wore.

"oopsie daisy." he laughed when she fell into his arms with a soundless gasp, and brought her back to her feet when he was sure she was ready to stand on her own.

the sundress byleth wore was white with pale yellow flowers and had frilly short sleeves – a refreshing change from her dark grey and black attire that she normally wore around the monastery. sylvain wasn't sure what to expect when he heard hilda was going to lend byleth her her fashion expertise, but the floppy sunhat that rest atop her silky mint green hair was a great choice.

thank you, hilda.

the only thing left on her that was so endearingly byleth was the black heels she wore, with the ribbons wrapping around her pretty ankles.

"you can't already be falling for me, by." sylvain exaggerated with a surprised expression crossing over his features, his free hand coming up to clutch at his chest, "our date hasn't even started yet!"

byleth smoothed down her dress with her hands and sent a pointed look towards the redhead while gratefully accepting the flowers he held out for her.

"we are married, sylvain." she deadpanned, and as they walked, immediately handed off the bouquet of flowers to one of the gardeners running around with a bag of seeds and cultivators. "and i know you stole those flowers from the greenhouse."

"byleth! how could you say such a thing?" sylvain gasped while byleth looped her arm with his so that they'd be able to walk in tandem, the gentle click clack of her heels against cobblestone and pavement music to his ears.

"i planted those."

"i bought them!" he argued.

byleth sighed, a smile on her face. "you can't buy flowers at the market, my love."

sylvain pursed his lips then, and turned his head to the side so he wasn't looking at byleth anymore, his eyes narrowing at nothing as he sulked. he hated when she used nicknames on him. it made him feel tingly.

"love the dress, by the way." he spoke honestly and looked back at his wife to admire the way her dress flowed around her. the way the fabric danced and swayed had sylvain mesmerised, and the small glimpses of her bare thighs whenever the dress lifted up a little too high had the man licking his lips.

"very glompable indeed." he said to himself as he lead his wife towards the gate at the marketplace, nodding at the guard who stood by it once they exited.

a heavy gust of wind flew by them then, and byleth had to hold her hat to her head to prevent it from flying away, her body curling into the side of her husband while he took it like a champ, his eyes squinted. using at least half of his brain, sylvain quickly reached out to hold the hem of his wife's dress down to prevent it from exposing anything dangerous.

everyone at the monastery already knows byleth is a thick woman, but seeing and experiencing it is a whole different story. sylvain is too greedy and possessive to share.

with this thought flying through his head, he sulked against his wife who was still clinging onto him and sighed.

"it is very hard having a three course meal as a wife." he confessed sadly and rest his head atop byleth's hat, his hands on her waist. "i'm gonna hav'ta glomp you up by tonight before someone else does–"

byleth proceeded to gently (?) stomp her heel into sylvain's foot before he could even get the chance to finish his sentence while she reeled back to punch the air out of her husband's lungs with a single fist to his stomach. sylvain couldn't even stumble back from the impact considering his foot was being crushed, and he could only laugh breathlessly with tears in his eyes as the pain spread through his body.

not to be weird or anything, but sylvain thinks he's in love.

"i really hate the shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes." byleth murmured gently as she stepped off of sylvain's foot, the smallest hint of a smile ghosting her lips. she lifted her hands up then to cup her husband's face and used her thumbs to wipe away at the unshed tears in his eyes; an apologetic look on her face.

"i'm sorry." she cooed and gave sylvain a little kiss on his chin as he wrapped his arms around her waist while she clung onto his neck, "i was too harsh."

sylvain pouted and nodded in agreement, "that was a big ouch on my end." but he quickly forgave her anyways, she was just so sweet to him. he gave her a kiss to the nose and sighed in contentment when he felt her fingertips tickle the back of his neck as the wind picked up again.

both byleth and sylvain used a hand to hold her dress down, but the sunhat quickly flew away into the sky, leaving no room for the married couple to react and catch if before it went too far.

it escaped their sights though, and the hat was gone.

"oh, well. the hat was stuffy." byleth shrugged nonchalantly and blinked in surprise when her husband let out a gentle laugh and pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes sparkling in delight.

"hopefully hilda doesn't find it."

3. bend him over a table

sylvain liked to push byleth's buttons whenever he got the chance. it was something like a hobby to him, and his wife never really seemed to give him the reactions that people like felix or ingrid would give him.

byleth was tame with sylvain when she was alone with him, and put up with all the whims he'd put her through. she was a softie at heart for her husband, but in public she had to make sure she put her foot down so that others wouldn't think she could be easily pushed around.

"why, don't you look yummy tonight?" sylvain wolf-whistled as he watched byleth saunter into their shared bedroom, her hands immediately going up to remove the headpiece that sat in her hair.

byleth grimaced in slight disgust when she turned her head to look at her husband laying in their bed with his arms crossed beneath his head. putting down her headpiece, she toed off the heels she had been wearing for an unspeakable amount of hours as she gave him a reply.

"i wear this every single day, sylvain." she sighed, exasperated. she shook her hair once she put the ornament down on her desk in the corner of the room, and grabbed a high tie that was sitting in one of the drawers, tying her hair up to keep it from her face.

"hey, i was just saying that you are looking quite scrumptious this evening." he sat up on the bed with his hands up in defense, the smile on his face playful as he watched his wife struggle to not rip apart the gown she was wearing.

byleth threw a lazy smirk over her shoulder, but her eyes were glaring at him.

"thank you." she shrugged her shoulders as if bashful but went on to tug the gown's cinched waist down her hips in frustration, quietly hoping she didn't snap any threads.

(she did.)

sylvain pouted at the aggravated mood his wife was in and scooted himself to the foot of the bed with a sigh, holding his arms out patiently while he waited for byleth to hang her gown and change into shorts and a tee shirt.

"it's glomp time." sylvain sing songed once byleth trudged into his arms with a sigh, him happily curling his arms around his wife who sat across his lap.

the former mercenary stayed silent for a few minutes as her head tried to wrap around the dumb ass words her husband had uttered, slowly noticing that he was also wearing his outside clothes in their bed.

a few of the first buttons to his blouse were left undone to expose his chest, but she had noticed that the ends of his pants were dirtied with dry mud.

"sylvain." byleth murmured darkly as she scratched the tips of her nails down the centre of his exposed chest, her grin unreadable as she stood up and placed herself between his legs, fingers gripping onto the fabric of his shirt.

her husband could only gulp in fear. (or was it excitement?)

tilted his head up to look at her, sylvain managed to give his wife a sickeningly sweet smile.

"yes, dear?"

quietly, she pulled sylvain up by his shirt and flashed him a crooked grin before using the grip she had on him to throw sylvain around and bend him over the edge of the bed. to keep him in place, she knelt over him, a knee pressed into his back while she dug a hand in his hair to press his cheek into the mattress.

"i am going to beat you to a pulp." she said, curt, and let sylvain groan for a bit. it wasn't too hard of a position to get out of considering byleth chose not to take his arms hostage as well, but sylvain couldn't help but sigh dreamily as his wife tugged his head back to get a response out of him.

sylvain sighed.

"ugh. you are so sexy." he smiled. "has anyone ever told you that?"

byleth looked down at him with mock scorn in her eyes causing sylvain to grin even wider than he was now.

she moved her knee up so that she was putting all of her weight into the spot between his shoulders, and he let out a breathless chuckle and a quiet ouch.

"yes. claude, actually." byleth hummed, monotone. "he said 'noo, don't stab me, ur so sexy, aha..'"

sylvain buried his face into the mattress to muffle his laughter.

byleth clicked her tongue with a slight upward tilt to her lips, but turned sylvain's head so that his cheek was pressed into the mattress again.

"hope you've got enough gold for your funeral."

[bitchryver]

Headcanons on how the ToG series might have gone if Sam and Nehemia had stayed alive? I’ve been pondering on it myself, since I want to write a fanfic kinda involving how that dynamic would have played out with the story.

oooohhhh my gooooddd im so delighted you asked me that I have SO many thoughts!!! I’d love to read a fanfic like that bc im always……thinkin abt it

okay so in MY head it goes a lil somethin like this:

In terms of Sam, the plot of the final story in TaB goes ahead as it does in canon- Arobynn tells Celaena that Sam is dead, BUT this time he tells her one of his spies reported they saw sams body in Rourke Farrans house.

So good ol celaena, like the big dumb chaotic aries moon she is and forever will be, goes to farrans house for revenge.

Except- its a trap to catch her, like it is in canon, and she ends up in endovier.

But this time, instead of grieving for sam and dealing with the fact that arobynn might have betrayed her, she believes both arobynn AND sam have betrayed her

Maybe because she doesn’t see sam in farrans so she thinks its a trap, or maybe arobynns plan to seperate the two is to manipulate the two apart by sowing that seed of doubt in celaena, knowing that she will return to only trusting him, so he plans to have celaena think sam is in on it 

Now when Sam hears celaena’s gone to endovier? loses it. He’s totally suspicious of Arobynn and enlists the help of lys & Wesley to get revenge/ and or get her out. 

I don’t know whether he would stay with arobynn- part of me imagines celaena being gone means he’d have to pay off his debts again or something, maybe he wants to hang around arobynn to gather more information about why he set celaena up

i don’t really think he could bear to live in celaenas apartment, because i think he’d feel REALLY guilty and angry.

so sam doesn’t succeed in breaking celaena out before dorian gets to her, and i think he as a character would grow a bit tougher and a bit meaner. maybe throw himself into the pit fighting a bit more.

so dorian comes to exploit  i mean free celaena, and then i think the plot progress as normal- in terms of how nehemia is introduced, and how their relationship develops.

[quick side note-i think celaena, still reeling from what she thinks is a betrayal, and then a terrible year, maybe does go through with the dorian half-romance b plot in the first book, and then can’t go through with it in the end. I don’t think she would go for chaol at all, because part of the reason she’s drawn to him is the sense of stability he provides, and because its a chance for the life she wanted with sam-  stability and sam-like traits work against her in this timeline; why would she be so taken when chaol says he’d leave adarlan with her? Sam promised to do the same and he betrayed her.]

Now in terms of Nehemia- like i said, the plot progresses as normal in terms of their relationship and interactions, and nehemias desire to force celaena to become the person she needs her to be- this time, NOT because she think aelin/celaena is the only one who can save her people or her country or whatever, but because her firepower and her country are valuable assests to the strategy nehemia wants to plan for her country/

and nehemia is working on dorian AND aelin at the same time, but she feels way less bad for dorian. She’s determined that this is what needs to be done, that it HAS to be done that way, but she’s really struggling with the guilt of watching celaena clearly struggle a year out of endovier.

I think she’d also be slightly, secretly angry at celaena/aelin- like she COULDN’T understand why and how aelin would want to shirk her role as a queen. And I can see that tension being there for a while as a response to nehemias guilt, maybe to mask it, because she genuinely has come to love celaena.

So I think it goes one of two ways- Nehemia fakes her death as a way of escaping the castle and the dodgy rebels to get back to Ellywe with the information she’s learned, making an educated guess that doing so will tip the emotional tether in celaena to force her to become aelin. aelin = firepower = fighting skills = terrasen army. jackpot.

OR celaena eventually confies in Nehemia, instead of chaol that she’s the Queen, and then its Nehemia who convinces the King to send her to Wendlyn.

And that creates a massive tension because celaena is like WHAT i JUST told you these people are literally related to me 

And she’s angrier than she’s ever been because this, to her, is betrayal no. 2

Maybe its that anger, instead of grief that fuels her revival as aelin. 

So then back to Sam- I don’t know exactly  if he’d be part of the Terrasen resistance, but I think maybe celaena being taken to endovier, run by adarlan tips him into Fuck Those Guys territory.

Either way, when celaena runs into Archer in book 2, archer goes back to sam to say GUESS WHAT

celaena is not only alive, but working for the king! she’s the kings champion!

Sam either takes this well: I cant believe they would make her work for them how terrible are they lets keep resisiting them 

Or he takes it badly i.e “You mean to tell me I’ve been working against adarlan FOR her this entire time and she’s been working for them happy as a clam? she just SIGNED over her life to the guy?? Fuck her”

Because here’s the thing- I don’t see a role for a chaol in a world where sam is still alive, because I think sam would fill the role chaol occupies in com/hof/qos/tod/- the bitter, jilted lover who felt like they gave up SO much for her and look what she’s gone and done that stupid bitch

Im saying this based on how sam confesses to celaena in TaB- he knows they are BOTH being abused by arobynn, he knows he’s the only one of the two that recognises it as abuse, and he still says to her that he can’t be around her if she “chose” arobynn over him. He doesn’t really….want to share.

OR option 3: In the timeline where Nehemia sends Celaena to Wendlyn, Nehemia herself stays in Adarlan and continues working with the rebels, one of whom is Sam. From Sam she learns more about celaenas back story and begins to feel a bit more understanding of her, and begins to queitly pray that she’s done the right thing, that celaena will understand why it had to be done. I don’t think she would make apologies for it, but she would be genuinely concerned about how she’s doing over there, unlike every other character in hof.

But Sam learns from Nehemia about Celaenas brief dalliance with Dorian, or learns from Aedion about who she actually is. I don’t think it would be the knowledge of who she is that bothers him, like it did chaol, but instead the idea, warped by the bitterness of her and dorian, that she had all this power all this time and ran away from it. I see that being that kicker in the confrontation, and I see Aelin having to have the conversation on the balcony with him instead of chaol.

Ok so second side note, and i havent finished koa so i dont know if we meet the royal family in Ellywe or if we learn whether or not they knew about her plans but in the timeline where Nehemia returns to Ellwye, the court and her family are FURIOUS with her, 1. because she’s the heir to the throne in an increasingly dangerous environment what do you mean you faked your death  to escape the country are you fucking serious??? WHY??? and maybe these grown men in her court don’t take her seriously because thats a big theme.and then 2. because her court are annoyed she took the iniative to do something so they keep chipping away at her- where is your firebringer- oh she’s not here? and we don’t have a guaranteed alliance? and you’re not in contact with the rebels because 1. they think youre dead and 2. one of their leaders was murdered by your friend to avenge you? Hows that gonna help. So she has to fight for their approval the same way aelin later fights darrow. what a beautiful parallel that would be.

Like imagine the JOY and relief and FEAR nehemia would feel upon hearing about aelin setting maeves people on fire- she begins to wonder for the first time,,, who is it she’s actually unleashed…. and will she want to help her?

Sorry I know thats SO long and rambly and kind of aelin centric i literally dont know how to write ANYTHING without including ms [g]a[y]shryver in it. also i cannot,,,,,, spell,,,, but THANK YOU for this ask i hope your fanfic goes well!!!!!

[valcnciv-blog]

             whats  up  distinguished  guests  it’s  me  nicki  w  my  new  demon  child  VALENCIA  who  is  basically  the  human  embodiment  of  a  black  hole.  i  literally  first  wrote  her  for  a  skeleton  rp  where  she  was  based  off  of  the  color  bLACK  SO  THAT  SHOULD  TELL  Y’ALL  SOMETHIN  KSDFJDF. i  have  a  pinterest  board  for  the  original  version  of  her  muse  here  if  y’all  want  some  visuals  !

*  tw  for  abuse,  violence, TOXIC BEHAVIOR IN GENERAL

(  lauren  jauregui  •  21  •  cisfemale  )  looks  like valencia  santillo just  moved  into apartment  3C!  i  heard  that she is  here  in  los  angeles  because she  wanted  to  escape  an  oppressive  environment  and  become  a  writer but  has  been  struggling  –  thankfully  moreau  has  taken  them  in!  rumour  has  it,  they  can  be  quite bellicose and mercurial but  at  least  they're vibrant and straightforward,  hey?  i  can  already  tell  they’re  going  to  be  the spitfire of  the  building.

this  is  gonna  b  quick  bc  i  know  y’all  are  tired  of  me  JSKDF

basically  val  is  like  5′4  of  bloody  knuckles,  mommy  issues,  and  bde.  SHE born  and  raised  in  boston  massachussetts  which  is  where  our  story  begins  !

her  mom  was  a  doctor  at  the  peak  of  her  career  who  had  no  intention  of  having  a  child  but  ALAS  she  was  stuck  with  val  anyways  after  not  realizing  she  was  pregnant  w  her  on  and  off  again  fiance  until   ‘oh  boy  are  those  contractions  ?’

suffice  to  say  val  had  an  absentee  p.o.s.  wall  street  workin  dad  and  a  mom  who  resented  her  for  taking  up  so  much  of  her  attention  rather  than  letting  her  focus  on  her  career.  she  was  emotionally  abusive  towards  val  from  a  young  age  despite  val  practically  raising  herself  ???  anywho  her  mom  eventually  began  to  get  physically  aggressive  with  her  once  val  got  older  and  started  snapping  back  to  defend  herself  and  there  were  several  instances  where  cops  were  called  and  excuses  had  to  be  made  up  :/

val  never  really  cared  for  school  since  she  only  liked  the  weird  morbid  stuff  like  war  and  plague  and  death  so  she  started  playing  ice  hockey  in  like  the  6th  grade  and  her  mom  finally  started  paying  attention  to  her !!  like ‘wow  ok  ur  finally  worth  something  to  me’  which  gave  val  such messed up self-value  issues  ?  but  the  sport  became  val’s  life  and  her  whole  existence  revolved  around  it,  it  was  val’s  sole  source  of  happiness  for  so  long  tbh  :((

val  stuck  with  it  through  high  school  &  ended  up  getting  REALLY  good  and  got  a  scholarship  to  boston  university,  where  she  studied  english  ( emphasis  in  folklore )  and  sociology.  she  took  her  team  to  their  championships  her  senior  year  &  won  but  at  a  huge  price  bc  val  got  slammed  into  the  barrier  shooting  a  buzzer-beating  shot  and  like  demolished  3  fucking  vertebrae

and  since  now  val  can’t  play  due  to  her  injury  shes  a  v  bitter,  v  angry,  v  sad  lil  bean  who  was  forced  to  move  back  in  w  her  mom  and  that’s  when  shit  got  BAD.  it  was  even  worse  than  when  she  was  a  kid  and  her  only  real  escape  was  putting  on  her  headphones  and  tucking  away  into  a  book

ended  up  running  away  to  moreau  like  a  year  ago  after  she  graduated  &  recovered  enough  to  be  back  to  normal.  she  got  into  a  beef  with  her  mom  that  was  so  bad  she  broke  val’s  nose  and  that  was  just  it  for  valencia.  val  packed  her  shit  into  a  duffel  bag,  hopped  on  her  motorcycle,  and  never  looked  back.  road  tripped  for  like  a  month  through  the  US  draining  tf  out  of  her  savings  account  to  make  it  to  LA.  she  wants  to  be  a  writer  but  knows  it’s  not  a  career  she  can  make  a  living  off  of  so  she  hops  from  small  job  to  small  job  while  she  compiles  a  poetry  portfolio  to  try  and  get  published

PERSONALITY WISEEEEE

val’s  like,  super  aggressive  and  imposing  and  kinda  has  no  filter  ??  she’s  a  v  love  or  hate  type  person  and  it’s  not  unusual  for  ppl  to  want  to  avoid  her  bc  she’s  scary  JFKSJD.  also  can  be.....  really  unreliable  sometimes  she’s  habitually  late  and  will  legit  not  show  up  to  her  own  party  bc  she  forgot  she  had  a  dick/pussy  appointment  that  night  lmfao  she  can  be  the  WORST  but  she’s  a  loyal  ass  bitch  to  her  inner  circles

she’s  a  hedonist  bc  it  feels  good  and  bc  she’s  got  the  leftover  trust  fund  money  for  expensive  drugs  and  thats  really  it.  no  rhyme  or  reason.  she  likes  to  party  so  she  gon  seek  out  a  good  time  and  she’s  !!!  got  a  rlly  high  tolerance  for  shit  so  she’ll  b  out  here  livin  her  best  life  like  every  night  DHFS  ! 

her  biggest  issue  is   her  unchecked  aggression  and  attachment  issues .....  she  either  doesn’t  give  a  single  fuck  or  she’s  violently  possessive,  there’s  very  little  in  between.  she  gets  jealous  easily  and  stirs  drama  to  get  her  way.  also  will  nOT  hesitate  to  punch  a  bitch  and  has  a  lifetime  membership  to  her  local  mma  gym  bc  :)))  aggression  issues  im  tellin  u  dfadfa

teeters  between  absolute  apathy  and  like  a  calm  bubbling  rage  bc  she’s  in  emotional  anguish  and  feels  uncomfortable  w  kindness  bc  of  her  mom  and  has  no  concept  of  how  to  deal  w  her  emotions  but  !!  shes  never  learned  how  to  bc  shes  always  been  on  survival  mode  her whole  life  and  that’s  val  !!!

uhhhh  she’s  a  mf  gryffindor,  works  at  the  local  bookstore,  her  leather  jacket  and  motorcycle  are  her  most  prized  possessions.  also  pansexual  and  polyamorous  depending  on  the  situation  bc  sometimes  she’s  like ‘yeah  i  can  share’  and  other  time’s  she’s  like ‘look  at  anyone  else  but  me  n  i  will  cut  u’

I  HAVE  A  BUNCH  OF  PLOTS  I  WANT  FOR  HER  SO  HMU  PLS  ON  DISCORD  OR  ON  HERE  N  I’LL  HARASS  U  W  MY  LOVEEEE

[alotta-lovin]

“I Don’t Matter.” - GP N’ FP Canon

I’m okay, im just in the mood for some angst to get some things off my chest-- dont mind me.

Warning(s) : Fighting, Angst, PTSD Mention, Self Hatred, Abuse Mention, Conflicting feelings and trying not to push certain emotions/wants/needs onto the other.(Fluff??????), Realizing feelings?

Word Count : 1,731

Ship : Gun Powder n’ Flower Petals

A/N : There are actually some contents of my past mentioned in this and one of the reasons why i have PTSD, though due to having to change some things as the “parent’s” my SI has are actually based off my Step Mom and Dad. / There are mentions of a song in this, but the lyrics mentioned were actual things said to me. / Yes my actual birthday was mentioned in this. 

Sunny C. Age who gives a fuck and no one needs to know. No one needed to know her last name and no one needed to know her age. adult hood hit her sooner than it should’ve when she was just a kid so age shouldn’t matter in the first place right? that is until certain dates roll around.

It had finally hit Sunny. she was getting older and in just a four to three months the dreaded day was going to come. September 6th. the worst day she could think of aside from all the holidays that were always ruined due to her “family”.

Rubbing her neck with her right hand as her left stayed on the steering wheel she was nudged by the man sitting next to her. This man was named Dean Winchester. Looking over at him she let her arm wrest on the center console as she cocked her eyebrow, “What?” she let out a bit abruptly as she kept her eyes on the road after a minute of him just. looking at her with that look, that look that she knew he had when he had questions. “Don’t “what” me, somethin’ is wrong. now drop it.” he seemed to almost snap at her. rolling her eyes a bit as she bit the tip of her tongue almost in annoyance. letting out a groan, she huffed and spoke up nodding almost in a sarcastic way. “A’ight, wanna know what’s wrong? the dreaded thing called a “Birthday” is gonna roll around here soon and i’m more than likely going to drink like it’s the end of the fucking world, more than likely get drunk because of it and fuck up my liver cause i don’t wanna remember that day. happy now?” she almost snapped that last part out as she looked at him.

Now Dean on the other hand, didn’t and hasn’t known why she hates her birthday so much, the past few years that they spent around each other each time it was her birthday she wanted it ignored and acted like it was any normal day. Why though? she never answered why. Inhaling sharply he nodded a bit to respond and he knew that she was ticked now due to the fact she was speeding when she normally didn’t and how easy it was to send her off the edge with just simply asking “whats wrong”.

Hours later after the music was turned up almost to a deafening caliber. and Sunny loudly screaming she opened the door to the hotel room and tossed her bag onto her bed and sat down for a minute rubbing her face. Dean followed suit behind her and shut the door behind them, dropping his bag on the floor he took his jacket off and put it on the hook. she hadn’t talked to him since he asked her why she was ticked off. biting his lip he groaned and just snapped.

“What the hell has you bent so fucking out of shape about the day that brought you into this fuckin’ world huh? Why are you going to try and drink yourself to death each fucking time it comes around-”

“Shut the fuck up, Winchester.” she snapped back, glaring daggers at him as she stood up, clenching her fists with her keys in hand as her back straightened out. “Excuse me? You never talk about it! you never fuckin’ talk about anything in your life prior to runnin’ into Sammy n’ I! yet some how Sammy knows more than I do!”

“Cause it’s not any of your damned business what happened back then alright?! you don’t need to know about my trauma, my baggage, everything that makes me hate myself and i’m not going to let you fuckin’ stand there and demand you know! Sammy only know’s cause i told him when i was finally comfortable doing so, you fuckin’ asshole!”

“I’m the asshole? Why the hell aren’t you comfortable telling me? huh? is it cause you think i’m not good enough?”, at this point. Dean has puffed up his chest and his cheeks n’ ears were getting red and he was clearly getting more and more pissed off that she wasn’t telling him why. why she didn’t wanna tell him. why she told Sammy, and not him. why Jodie seemed to make sure and ask if she was having “certain episodes” every time they saw each other and all this other crap that he seemed out of the dark.

“BECAUSE DEAN YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING. YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW HOW MUCH MY PAST HAS MADE ME HATE MYSELF. HOW MUCH MY PAST HAS SHOWN ME AND TOLD ME I DON’T MATTER!”

“But it’s so important for me to know you have PTSD?” he crossed his arms and glared back at her. unclenching her fists she dropped her keys, almost like dropping a pin to a bomb, it set her off.

“Alright, you wanna know why it was so important for me to tell you I have PTSD?? why i got so mad when you brought me back? Fine. fucking fight. here’s your wish fuckin’ come true, dipshit.”

before he had time to respond she had already started talking. “I had to grow up at 5, and play “Mommy” to two kids who weren’t mine. in fact they were my little sisters. cause my parents didn’t wanna play parents anymore. and after the age of 7, my birthday wasn’t celebrated anymore cause “it’s not important”. every time i slipped up i was yelled at. or worse hit. later on after i turned seven after meeting with a counselor at school with some how convincing them to not tell my parents i had seen them, i was diagnosed with PTSD due to thing’s i don’t wanna mention aside from the fucking shit show i’ve already talked about.” at this point she had stepped forward and was glaring pins and daggers at him at this point. once more before he could speak she cut him off.

“ “You’re such a fucking waste of skin. Faith.” “You’re one of gods mistakes, Faith. Remember that.” “honestly you’ve ruined my life, Faith” “stop acting as if you matter to anyone Faith.” “ with each saying she said she took another step forward and looked him dead in the eye and snapping with a deep voice that seemed to be a way to protect herself while her lip quivered and was clearly trying not to cry. “Now imagine being told all of that on a daily basis until you were 18. since you were fucking 3. that’s my earliest memory.”

“And you know what, i truly believe they were right. I. Don’t. Matter. I don’t matter enough to have my birthday celebrated. i don’t matter enough to have a normal fucking thanks giving, Christmas, new years, forth of july. none of it. i don’t matter enough. that’s why i try and drink myself to death every fucking time my birthday rolls around.” finishing her sentence almost with certainty in her voice she took a few steps back and sat on her bed, hunched over, her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. a slow shakey breath was let out as she tapped her foot. this. This is what Jodie meant by “Certain episodes”. those certain episodes were PTSD episodes. 

at this point you can imagine how much of a dumbass and a dick Dean felt. his mouth sat slightly open as he was shocked that she just let it all spill out. though he knew it wasn’t all of it. but he wasn’t going to push. she wasn’t ready for all of that, the whole reason she didn’t wanna tell him was because she was trying to keep herself from going into an episode. “Dammit...” a tone slipped past his lips as he walked over to her and picked her up bridal style and crawled onto the bed and set her in his lap, holding her tight to his chest with his chin on her head. “Thats why you go by, Sunny now... it makes sense now.. i-- i shouldn’t have pushed you. i really shouldn’t have pushed you.. you were right though, i guess i am an ass.”

After an hour of sitting there trying to calm her down, her shaking finally calmed down, she could speak normally, though her speech was still slurred and a bit lispy still. letting out a shakey breath she looked at him and furrowed her brow a bit almost in a worried way “I-- i don’t get why you brought me back... i shouldn’t be here--” she was quickly cut off with a large hand on her cheek and turning her to face to look directly at him. she she was looking at him before but she wasn’t actually doing so. she was avoiding eye contact. “No. you should be here. thats why we brought you back. i-- We weren’t going to lose another person we cared about. not again..”

Sunny’s heart nearly jumped into her mouth as she looked at him wide eyed. surprised to high heavens and back that she was actually cared for by the two notorious Winchesters, by the one man she could actually adapt romantic feelings for, Dean. it took everything in her to not plant a kiss on his lips. everything.

Though little did she know he was trying everything to not kiss her as well, he didn’t know why but for some reason with her in his lap, and the way she was looking at him was making his heart do things he hadn’t felt in a while.

“what the hell--” passed through his head, almost zoned out before he snapped back to find she wasn’t in his lap anymore and actually across the room with her bag in hand and heading into the bathroom “I’m-- I’m gonna shower... thank you for calming me down.”

“No Problem--” he watched as the door shut only to rub his face and rest his head against the headboard. “God dammit....and we have to share a room the rest of the case...” a loud groan escaped his throat as he got up off the bed she claimed and sat on his trying to figure out if it was just a momentary thing.. or maybe it’s been something more. for a long time.

[eene-fangirl]

Stand By Ed Chapter 3 [An Ed, Edd n Eddy Fanfiction]

NOTE: Chapter 3 of @camriko-arts and I collaboration! Enjoy!

The Eds walked through a grassy field following the train tracks for some ways. Edd glanced at each of his friends. Ed was off in his own world dazzled by a butterfly flying around him. When he turned to Eddy Edd’s smile instantly faded. Eddy was baring his teeth so hard that it looked like they may break. And that was possible.

Edd remembered Eddy recounting his trip to the dentist a month after finding his brother. Other then excessive cavities from jawbreakers no doubt, Eddy’s teeth were practically cracked from grinding them together. Most likely due to his anxiety. He had a hard time talking about his feelings. They’d been bottled up for so long under that mask.

Ahead of them was a bridge. Before it was a sign that read, ‘Entering Lemon Brooke.’ Once over the bridge the tracks went on. They were surrounded by a forest of trees and not much else. Each gulped at the lingering memories. Mostly Edd. His head almost ached having to remember the awful experience.

“How long is it if we follow the tracks all the way?” Eddy asked Edd.

“The body is somewhere at the end of Lemon Brooke, correct?” Edd asked.

“That’s what I heard,” Eddy answered. He was doubtful now. After the incident with the gun Eddy was weary about anything else he had eavesdropped on Bro. He knew.

“I surmise that it will take 20 miles, maybe more, walking,” Edd reckoned.

“We’re already gonna spend the night out here. Are you sure we’ll get there by tomorrow?” Eddy asked, skeptical.

“It is simple, Eddy,” Ed spoke up, holding up his finger. “We have to follow the tracks, cut a ways through the forest, we’ll come to a junkyard, and then there’s a town not too far.”

Edd and Eddy stared at their friend, surprised. “You’ve been through here before, Ed?”

“Dad and I walked through here a lot. We brought Sarah once,” Ed stared into the ground sadly. “I miss that.”

Attempting a forced smile, Ed walked on.

The divorce was going to happen any day. And from how it sounded both parents weren’t right for custody. There was talk about another family member taking them in, but they lived in another state. Ed and Sarah were a part of the decision process both agreeing that they’d like to stay in Peach Creek. Authorities were looking around for someone to take them in whether it was a neighbor or foster care. As long as Ed stayed with Sarah he was happy.

The boys walked on following the tracks. To lighten the mood Ed started whistling a familiar toon. Edd and Eddy joined in. Or tried too. Eddy never whistled before in his life. Instead he sang along, beatboxing a rhythm and dancing.

“Ooh, ooh!” Ed excitedly spoke up. “I brought a comb!”

“You hardly have any hair, lumpy!” Eddy joked.

“Says you!” Ed retaliated, sticking out his tongue. “I brought it for us to share. You said we could get on TV when we found the body!”

Eddy snickered, flashing a grin. “Yeah, I think I’m the only one who needs a comb,” he said smoothing a hand through his recently blue dyed hair. He even let it grow out some. Edd liked it, arguably. Eddy was always looking for attention. This new style made him look... badass. Edd blushed. He could never let that escape his mouth to anyone!

Pretty soon the friends took a rest and sat on the tracks once they were in a big open area with barely any trees. There were power lines not too far from them. That meant civilization was close.

Edd was against sitting on the tracks, but as long as they were cautious. He heard the horn in the distance every so often. Edd loved that noise. Especially in the years where he could never leave his room. He looked forward to it each day. Because of that he knew the train schedule by heart.

“You said there’s a junkyard close by, Ed?” Eddy asked.

“Yeah, but we have to watch out for Chopper.”

Edd winced. “Chopper?”

“You don’t know about Chopper?” Eddy asked. Surprised mixed with fright. Edd suspiciously turned to his friend. He enjoyed messing around with him.

“Chopper is the owner’s dog of ‘Antonucci’s Junkyard,” Ed explained. “He only attacks trespassers. When Dad used to volunteer there he told me how loud Chopper was. And nippy.”

Edd shivered. He always disliked dogs. He didn’t have an exact reason. He deplored his parents actions even more for hiding him away from the world. It destroyed the social skills he already developed beyond his own age. They took away the opportunity to live. Now he was finally living out adventures with friends.

“If Chopper’s there we can give ‘im somethin’ to gnaw on. That’ll distract him from chewin’ off Double Dee’s leg,” Eddy joked, poking at his friend.

“Very funny, Eddy,” Edd replied, unamused.

“Um, guys,” Ed nervously spoke. He was looked through his sack.

“What is it, Ed?” Edd asked, concerned.

“Did any of us bring food?”

Eddy’s eyes bulged. “Shit!”

“Eddy, language!”

“Sorry! We brought no food? What’re we supposed to do?! I ain’t starvin’ myself again!”

Ed’s stomach growled. “Belly’s empty.”

“Why didn’t you bring something?” Edd confronted Eddy, his hands on his hips.

“Hey, don’t look at me! I thought you were Mr. Ready-For-Anything! How come you didn’t bring anything we could munch on?”

Edd shut his eyes for a brief moment not wanting to relieve the awkward and painful meeting he had with his parents. Every day he wished to have some sort of interaction with his parents. They’d talk and then spend the day together. Now he regret that.

“Are there any stores we could go to?” Eddy wondered.

“There’s the ‘Lemon Brooke Mini Mart’,” Edd suggested, though with little excitement in his voice. Eddy briefly looked confused but then remembered the time his friend lived here for. He could only imagine how uncomfortable he was to be back yet again.

“Right, soooo, how much money do we all got?” Eddy asked, a hint of discomfort and embarrassment in his voice.

Edd had the most. Five dollars exactly. Two dollars and seventy five cents from Ed, and only twenty five cents from Eddy.

“Hey, at least we got eight dollars!” Eddy pointed out when Edd scowled at him. “You can get water and whatever else with the rest. How expensive could a few snacks be?”

“Uh, guys, I think there’s an earthquake coming,” Ed alarmed his friends.

Edd also felt the earth shaking, but it was not due to an earthquake. The train was coming.

“We’d better make our way, gentlemen.”

Ed and Edd collected their belongings and moved off the tracks down a little hill. All except  Eddy. He threw his bag to the side. He stood, facing the oncoming train, his feet spread shoulder distance apart.

“Eddy, what are you doing? Get off the tracks this minute!” Edd warned.

“I’m gonna dodge it,” Eddy said, smiling vivaciously. “Just like how they do in the movies.”

“Eddy, no, get away from there!” Edd called out, hesitating to run to Eddy. The train was nearing closer and closer.

“You’ll get yourself killed!” Ed chimed in.

The train blew its whistle warning Eddy to move. Eddy ignored his friends warnings. Now was the time to prove he and Bro were alike. When he watched his brother play chicken with a friend he jumped out of the way at the last second. He wasn’t even scared.

“Eddy, get away from there!” Edd hollered, his voice growing hoarse.

Eddy shot his fist into the air and screamed as if he were going into battle.

Ed ran up and took hold of Eddy, briefly fighting with him. “What are you doin’?! Stop that! I wanna dodge it!”

At the last second Ed pulled Eddy away as the train shot passed them like a bull. They fell on the ground.

“You ruined my chance!” Eddy screamed. He sat up from the dirt brushing himself off.

“You could have been dead, Eddy! I don’t want you dead!” Ed’s voice broke.

Edd walked up to his friend, standing over him. “What in the world were you thinking?”

Eddy stood his ground, staring up his friend. “Just tryin’ to live a bit, sockhead! Bro said!”

They were silent, listening to the train disappear. “Eddy...”

“I know!” Eddy yelled so fiercely that it made Ed and Edd jump. He bent down and threw his big over his shoulder and marched on. “You don’t have to tell me a billion times!”

And they took off, an uncomfortable silence floating throughout the air.

[novantinuum]

the time we lost, the time we mended (Chapter 4)

AO3

Rating: T

Words: ~ 3600 

Story Summary: Before the summer of 2012, Ford and Fiddleford never thought they’d get the opportunity to see each other again. Now… they have a second chance. A chance to rekindle the love they once shared, reconnect a family once lost, and to mend old wounds. But as they’ll quickly discover, fixing the mistakes of the past doesn’t always come easy. Nor is it always possible. RP to fic.

A Fiddauthor reunion story written by @the-ill-doctor​ and I! This chapter features Stan and Fidds bonding over cooking, the ol’ McGucket family gravy recipe, and scrapbook-ortunities. Also, Ford can’t deny it any longer- he definitely still has a crush...

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Fiddleford crept across the hardwood floor at a sloth’s tempo, gently testing the corners of each board for extreme creaks and whines before pressing his full weight upon them. The little alarm clock resting on the dresser in the parlor Stanford let him sleep in read eight o’ four when he left. Since he didn’t know how late or early anyone in this here Shack slept in normally, he figured he should stay as quiet as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was give any of the fellas living here an unexpected spook.

He yawned deeply, quickly slamming his hands over his mouth when he realized how unintentionally loud he was being. Dagnabbit, he wanted his surprise breakfast to be a surprise to the family, not announced to the whole world before he could cook it! Muttering to himself, he hurried his pace, luckily managing to avoid the brunt of the squeaky boards as he entered the kitchen. He then set about rummaging through the shelves and drawers to see if they had all the right ingredients for omelets, or maybe biscuits and gravy. Definitely biscuits and gravy, he decided, since Stan didn’t seem to have any veggies he could toss in an omelet.

Hopefully he could remember his ma’s recipe in full this time...

Fidds heard heavy footsteps approaching, and a brash yawn. He turned and froze like a spooked deer intercepted by headlights on the backroads, standing on a chair in mid-reach for a baking sheet on the top of the shelf. Stanley stood in the doorway of the kitchen in his underwear and a tank top.

“Oh,” he said flatly, drinking in the scene before him. “Good mornin’, possum breath. Need help cooking anything?”

“M-mornin’, Stanley,” he said, and nervously tugged at his beard. He climbed down from the counter. Honestly, he still wasn’t sure how to act around Ford’s brother, considering how stand-offish he’d acted towards him in the past. “I- I’m fine, I just wanted to surprise y’all with some grub to thank you for lettin’ me stay here!”

“Well, no need to thank me,” Stan mumbled almost imperceptibly. “It’s Ford’s house, after all. But... eh, you’re welcome I guess.”

Fiddleford could practically sense the cool metallic intensity of that man’s eyes boring through the back of his head as he continued searching about the kitchen, trawling for ingredients. He scratched at his arm. Constant surveillance made him feel kinda itchy.

“Uh, hey? If you’re making biscuits, then how ‘bout I make some bacon?” Stan spoke up then.

He grinned wide, flashing what teeth he had left. “Sure! Can’t have biscuits and gravy without ‘em! Now let's see, after flour I need... uh-" His brows sank, growing pensive as he desperately tried to sort through recently recalled memory. "Come on, Fiddleford, you should know this..."

Wordlessly, Stan pulled the correct ingredients off the shelves and placed them on the counter for him. He then got out a frying pan for himself, for bacon duty.

"Oh, thank ya’," he said, walking over to the counter to observe the ingredients. "Although-" He placed his hand on his mouth and leered at the food Stan set up for him. "There's somethin' missin', I just know it! Mcgucket, Mcgucket... The Mcgucket Family Secret Gravy Recipe!" He opened the fridge, and found a half used can of brown meat. "I can't believe I almost forgot this! My ma would have my hide if I messed up her gravy!"

“You’re rememberin’ more and more every day, aren’tcha?” Stan asked suddenly, glancing towards him as he watched the bacon beginning to sizzle. “After all that mind wiping cult stuff got taken down…”

Fiddleford nodded amicably, amid measuring flour and baking powder into his bowl. "Some days I get a ton o' them back and other days it's very slow." He looked up at the other man, smiling sincerely. "It's tricky piecin' a lot of them back, especially the ones about your brother. But I'm just happy I finally remember who I am!”

"That's, uh... that's real great," he said with a weak laugh, attention drifting away to the bacon again.

His smile faltered. Part of him wondered what was going on in Stanley’s mind right now, but the other part of him feared gathering the nerve to ask. It probably ain’t his business anyways.

Within a few minutes, he’d mixed everything together and formed the biscuits between his hands on the baking sheet. As he waited for the oven to heat up, he began to hum an old silly song he recalled his pa used to sing while strummin’ on the guitar... Oh, grandma’s in the cellar, and boy don’t you smell her cookin’ biscuits on that darn ol’ dirty stove? In her eye there’s a matter that keeps drippin’ in the batter, and she whistles as a- *SNIFF*- runs down her nose! His ma despised it, if he remembered correctly. He carefully edged the sheet into the oven, and pretty soon the sweet aroma of his cooking began to waft throughout the shack.

"Ya know, I used ta’ make this all the time for your brother,” he mentioned offhand.

"Is that so?" Stan said, raising a brow. "Well, good on ya'. Some days I think Ford would've starved to death if there weren’t someone there ta' feed him. I swear, it’s like he’s too distracted to eat half the time."

"You’re tellin’ me!" Fiddleford laughed. "I literally had to wrangle him into a chair and tie him down to get him to eat whenever finals came around!"

The other man’s face lit up, and he let out a loud bark of laughter- genuine, this time. "Yeah, that sounds like 'im, that nerd," he said, laying the cooked bacon on a plate. "Hey... it, uh- sounds like your memory's returning better then you thought. You said you had trouble remembering stuff about Ford, but... that's two memories right after another."

Fiddleford's amused chuckling died down as he stopped to think for a moment. "You’re right,” he murmured, eyes widening into saucers. He stared up at Stanley with probably the calmest expression he's ever given him. "Thank ya’!"

"For what? You're the one remembering everything, all I did was talk to ya'..."

"Well, talking to ya’ really helped." Fiddleford replied, still smiling. "It's hard rememberin’ on your own."

At that moment, the two heard footsteps approaching from around the corner, and muffled voices. It sounded like Ford and Dipper, cheerily talking about some supernatural creature they’d both encountered in the woods. Stan froze at the sound, and Fidds was sure that man was mentally hyperfixating on every last detail of his last not-so-friendly interaction with his brother the night before.

Ford poked his head into the kitchen first, drinking in the sight of the home cooking occurring. He inhaled deeply, likely having followed his nose to the kitchen. "Good morning, Fiddleford. Stanley." Can I talk with you outside? he mouthed at his brother.

Stan nodded nervously, ducking out of the kitchen with him.

"Mornin', Dipper!" Fiddleford said.

"Morning, McGucket." Dipper shuffled toward the breakfast table. “I, uh- I see you're making breakfast?”

"Yep, biscuits and gravy!" Fiddleford scooped up a heaping spoonful and offered it to Dipper. "Wanna taste? I promise it’ll be the best dang gravy you’ve ever tasted!" he said with a wink.

Dipper seemed hesitant, which he didn’t blame him for— the kid saw him cooking roadkill on a spit a few days ago, after all!— but it seemed the smell was too alluring. Walking over, he took the offered sample and gave it a shot. The moment his lips closed around the spoon, his eyes widened, and he promptly licked the utensil clean. Fidds beamed.

"Heh heh, guess that means I made it right!"

The boy stayed at the counter next to him after that, watching him finish cooking the gravy. "So Mr. McGucket, you and Great Uncle Ford were roommates in college, right?"

"Yes, siree we were!" Fiddleford replied.

"What was he like?"

Fiddleford paused from his cooking, considering the question seriously. "Honestly? I love that man, but he was an absolute pain in the tush to bunk with!"  

Stanley tensed as he walked into the hall with his brother, already getting flashbacks of the first argument they had here. As with every other interaction with Ford lately, nothing good could come out of this. He crossed his arms pensively. "Whatdy'a want?"

Ford sighed, pressing fingers to his temple. He seemed to almost deflate in his presence, oddly enough. "Stanley? Let me be frank with you."

Nevertheless, Uh-oh was all that could run through Stan's mind.

"I was-" Ford continued, forcing himself to look Stan in the eye. "I might have acted a little harsh towards you last night, and..."

"You think??" Stan burst out suddenly, residual anger from last night's encounter boiling over. "You were 'bout ta’ kick me out before the summer ended! Before my time, before I was ready, and exactly like what Dad did all those years ago!"

Ford stiffened at the comparison to their father, and continued. "I'm aware of that. Or at least, I was helped to become aware of that, and..." Another weary sigh. Where was he going with this? "There's no reason for me to treat you this way,” he said finally. “I'm- I'm not kicking you out. Obviously, you're free to leave if you ever wish to, but it would be unfair of me to uproot you from this place."

Stan stopped, and blinked. Dumbfounded. Did he just-? Did those words seriously come out of Ford's mouth? It wasn’t exactly an apology, but...

"So you're... you're letting me stay?" he said, mouth agape. "I don't have to leave after the summer?"

"No, you don't have to leave," Ford confirmed, a gentle smile crossing his face. "This has been your home for far longer than it's been mine, after all. I'd still like to talk about your Mystery Shack at a later date, and determine what compromises if any we could come to on that front, , but-"

Without any warning, Stan rushed forward and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother. Ford nearly stumbled back in surprise, at first not sure how to respond to this at all. But eventually, his hands stopped awkwardly floating midair and settled on Stan's back, tightly returning his embrace. They might still have a lot more to hash out- issues from their past to unpack- but for the moment they were simply happy to share in the kind of sibling affection neither had experienced in over forty years.

Meanwhile, Fiddleford continued to share embarrassing stories about his college years with Stanford, Dipper seeming wholly engrossed with each tale.

"Wow, so you two really didn't get expelled for setting the lab on fire?" he asked.

"Nope!" Fiddleford replied as he started to set the food on the table. "And luckily, too, the last thing we needed was to get kicked out of school. But boy howdy, were they not easy on us with the community service!"

“Are you giving me up, Fiddleford?” Ford asked suddenly, peaking around the corner of the doorway with a wry smile on his lips.

Fiddleford let out a surprised yelp. "H-howdy, Ford!" he said, grinning sheepishly. "Just sharin' some of our tamer days."

"Really? That's tame?" Dipper asked.

"My boy, setting a university laboratory on fire is child's play. Just wait until you hear about the time we almost accidentally released an alien superbug into all of greater Gravity Falls!" He walked over to his old friend, grinning mercilessly. "Fiddleford and I had all sorts of misadventures, back in the day..."

Fiddleford leaned his cheek against his arm, giggling at the memory. "Most of them were ‘coz someone liked to poke his nose into other critters’ business," he said, playfully nudging him in the stomach. "Yer’ just lucky we were able to synthesize that antidote, or else the town wouldn't be here anymore!"

Ford could feel the blood rushing to the capillaries near the surface of his face at the sudden physical affection, and while it left him with a sort of light, jittery sensation in his core he couldn’t necessarily attach a bad connotation to, he also felt a tinge of embarrassment that Dipper was there to see his reaction. He hadn’t gotten the chance to properly explore and catalogue his increasingly muddled thoughts on the matter yet. He’d far prefer to do that in private than in front of family, yes...

"Yeah, I fear we nearly destroyed the town on a number of occasions in those days," he replied to Fidds.

"Don't stop fearing yet," Stan butt in suddenly, returning to the kitchen. "Now that you're back in this dimension again, you've got plenty more years of potential destruction to cause!"

Ford frowned, picking at the stray threads on his jacket. Something about the way Stan phrased this brought the rift to mind, the rift he'd securely enclosed just this morning.

Mabel sleepily shuffled behind Stan, clutching onto a stuffed unicorn. "Mornin'," she yawned before climbing into one of the kitchen chairs.

"Mornin', pumpkin," Stan said, and gave her hair a nice big ruffle. He turned to the rest of the group, all loitering in the kitchen and surrounded by food. "Hey, we gonna eat, or what? This all smells delicious! Whoever cooked it must be a culinary genius... especially the fella who cooked that bacon!" He laughed boisterously at his own not-that-funny joke, and Ford promptly rolled his eyes.

"Do you need help taking any of these plates to the table, Fiddleford?" he asked, grateful for the change of topic from before.

"If y’all don't mind givin' me a hand. I'm hoping y’all like the food! Been a while since I've properly cooked anything."

"Tasted amazing to me!" Dipper smiled while helping a sleepy Mabel up to migrate.

Stan and Ford each grabbed a dish and carried them to the table in the living room. Ford carefully placed his at the center, and promptly returned to the kitchen to find some plates. Stan on the other hand, sat directly down, strategically positioning himself in the chair right in front of the bacon. "Hey, uh, kids," he began. "Just so ya' know, the Shack won't be open today. Maybe not for the next few days, who knows. But anyways, until this pigsty is fixed up, you two little gremlins are off the hook, okay? Go play with your friends, or in the woods, or whatever it is ya' do when I'm not lookin'."

"Really?" Mabel asked with a sleepy smile as she climbed into the seat beside him.

"Yeah, what's the catch?" Dipper asked, skeptical of his intentions as always.

Stan frowned deeply, more for show and dramatics than any true expression of disgruntlement. “The catch is, do it before I take advantage of Gravity Falls’ lax child labor laws and put you two to work on somethin’ else! Now, who wants bacon?”

“I’d like a strip or two,” Ford said eagerly, just returning to the table with plates and silverware for the five of them. He set the plates down and let the kids pass them out. “I don’t think I’ve eaten bacon for over thirty years. There’s not anything quite like it, out there in the midst of the multiverse...”

"I'll have a slice!" Dipper replied.

"Me too!" Mabel added.

Fiddleford walked in and set his gravy pot on the table. "It's been a long time since I've seen any bacon smellin’ this good,” he commented as he took his seat. "I wanna thank you again for helping me out with the cookin', Stanley."

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, or whatever,” he said, brushing off his thanks with a flourish of his hand. Ford shot him one of those looks, but said nothing. Stan dished out the bacon to everyone, grabbing four slices for himself, and soon everyone began digging in.

Fiddleford noisily gobbled down his share of biscuits. To him, this was the most luxurious meal he'd eaten in months. After polishing off his first, he realized he’d spilled crumbs all over his beard, but he was so caught up in enjoying his food that he couldn’t bring himself to truly care. Meanwhile, Dipper practically drowned his poor biscuits in the gravy, and with food in her stomach Mabel was finally beginning to wake up.

Stanley worked away at his own plate quietly for a moment, too hungry to provide much in the way of conversation. As he ate, he glanced from Dipper, to Mabel… to Fiddleford, and sitting next to him— after all these years— his brother.

“Heh,” he muttered suddenly. “Y’know, now that I think of it, it’s funny…”

The four of them paused, Fiddleford mid-chew, when Stan spoke up.

"What is, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked.

“This… well, it’s dumb, but once I got ta’ thinkin’ about it, this is the first real meal I’ve shared with Ford in over forty years,” Stan said breathlessly, staring off into the distance, not quite meeting anyone’s eyes.

Ford dropped his fork against his plate, brows furrowing as he counted the years, calculated and double checked his claim. “You- my word, you’re right,” he said, eyes widening as he contemplated the truth behind this statement. Even yesterday— his first evening back— they hadn’t crossed paths much, since he’d dedicated nearly all of that time to constructing a containment field for the rift in the basement.

Mabel let out a loud and dramatic gasp at Stan's realization. "And it's the first time Grunkle Ford has eaten with me and Dipper period, meaning-" She shot up from her seat, all the vim and vigor Ford remembered from early this morning returning in a flash. "Be right back!" With no explanation, she rushed out of the living room, excitedly stomping up the stairs. Before anyone could truly comment on her outburst she returned with her polaroid camera.

"SCRAPBOOK-ORTUNITY!" she announced, holding the camera with lens facing her, the entire family in the frame behind her. When the camera flashed Stan was in the middle of picking his nose, and Ford was eighty percent certain he blinked. The greyed scientist began to laugh heartily at Mabel’s happy antics.

“You remind me of my Ma,” he said through laughter. “She was always taking pictures of Stanley and I, and mostly when we weren’t prepared for them.” He took another bite of his biscuit. A stray bit of gravy dribbled from his lip.

Mabel giggled and shook the polaroid when it came out of the camera. "I never miss a scrapbook-ortunity!"

“Mabel,” Dipper whined, “I was chewing when you took that picture!”

“It’s candid photography, that’s kinda the point, duh!”

Fiddleford gave his finger a lick, and reached towards Ford’s face. "Ford, ya’ got a little somethin' on yer chin..."

Ford blushed a deep scarlet as Fiddleford dabbed the gravy off his chin and the corner of his lips, his eyes blowing wide. He suddenly felt clammy, almost itchy as he felt the rest of the room stare at him… He knew for a fact they all saw the way his ears and cheeks flushed like some lovesick fool at Fidds’ touch, and his heart pounded at the thought of having to explain this to his own family when he hadn’t even taken time to fully consider these feelings himself. Not for the first time, he felt achingly like an alien— perhaps even an imposter— in his home, that is, if he could even claim it as such.

Mabel slammed her hands over her mouth and excitedly wiggled in her seat. She began to repeatedly nudge her brother's side, much to his annoyance.

When Fiddleford finished, he gave Ford a shy smile and leaned back in his chair. "Sorry, old habit from the old days," he said, blushing as well.

“Sheesh, if you two want to leave the room for a sec or somethin,’” Stan said snarkily, “then don’t let me stop ya’.”

Ford roughly set his cup down on the table. ”Stanley. That’s enough,” he hissed. “We will not be discussing this at the breakfast table.”

The kids flinched from Ford's sudden outburst.

“Wow, okay, okay,” Stan muttered, recoiling a little. “Hit a nerve there...”

"Stanford, there's no reason to get so upset, he was only teasin'." Fiddleford said, trying to diffuse the tension.

“I-I…”

Ford looked back and forth, from the kids— who were staring at him with slight apprehension— to Stan— who looked much like a kicked puppy— and finally to Fidds. Fiddleford. The man he knew deep down he’d never gotten over, never stopped loving, not even after thirty plus years, and the man who was currently gazing at him with such a gentleness in his eyes even despite his rough outburst. His palms sweat as he clasped them together, nervously threading his fingers between each other. Before his mind could catch up with his body, he found himself bolting through the door between the house and the gift shop.

Stan stared at the chair he left empty for a moment, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. He was only teasing. Surely Ford didn’t think he would judge him if he did have an old crush on Fiddleford, if his prediction was in fact accurate? “You, uh,” he began lamely, glancing towards Fiddleford. “You might wanna go after him before he locks himself away in the basement for the rest of the day.”

"Yeah, uh..." Fiddleford stood up. "E-Excuse me fellas."

[reddie-set-go]

im sorry ur night isnt going well hun!!! write me some cute reddie hc to take ur mind off it??? i'd love somethin nice to wake up to

omg you’re a sweetheart :’) thank you so much

REDDIE WEDDING HC (I’ve been wanting to write this forever)  

- Eddie wears a white tux and a yellow bowtie, his hair is slicked back with gel and he lets beverly put foundation and mascara on him and he looks fantastic

-Richie wears a black suit with an ivory tie and lets his insanely long, curly hair fly free

- Rich wanted Beverly to do his makeup but she can’t bring herself to cover up his perfect skin and freckles so she just puts mascara on him and he loves it

- They get married at a country club, their wedding colors are yellow and ivory

- Mike got ordained solely to marry them

-  Stan and Beverly are Richie’s best men and bev wears a little tux with a yellow flower she’s adorable

- Ben and Bill are Eddie’s best men

- Georgie is the ring bearer even though he’s way too old (he doesn’t even care he wanted to be a part of the wedding party and Richie cannot say no to him)

- (he looks fucking cute in a tux okay)

- Eddie’s mom sobs loudly through the whole ceremony (happy or sad tears? who knows)

- On the video you can see the losers all looking at each other when she lets out an especially loud cry

- Every time she does it Richie looks into the camera like he’s on the office

- Honestly Stan cries quietly through the whole thing too and in you can see him holding back tears in most of the photos

- Richie’s parents show up on time and keep their shit together, neither of them drink at the reception and they’re on their best behavior

- This alone makes Richie so emotional

- Eddie damn near drops Richie’s ring but catches it with his shaky hands and Richie can tell he’s panicking so he whispers “relax. I got you” in eddie’s ear before helping him hold his hand steady to slip the ring on

- When mike says “you may now kiss the groom” Richie goes WAY overboard with the kiss and dips eddie and everything

- The losers’ club whistles and claps and stan just,, stan just cries

- When they finally stop Eddie’s all blushy and fixing his hair

- Richie carries eddie bridal style out of the ceremony

- They take group photos and they’re so cheesy!

- Richie surprises Eddie by getting onstage at the reception andsinging “never gonna give you up” with the band and serenades him

- Richie is quite the little performer bc he used to be in a band

- he’sactually a great singer and struts around, throws his hair around and stuff

- He’s such a good singer that everyone (mostlybev) convinces him to get back up on stage

- he sings come on eileen and take on me and Africa and other songs the losers loved when they were kids

- Eddie is trying really, really hard not to cry because that’s his husband up there

- ben and bev slow dance and the photographer catches Beverly laying her head on ben’s chest and ben staring at her like she’s everything

- he also gets a picture of mike and his wife cindy touching foreheads and smiling at each other while dancing

- he also gets a picture of bill and stan feeding each other the cherries from their drinks 

- They all dance to the classic 80s songs even though it’s like 1997 (but there is no shortage of 90s music)

- They go hard as hell to bohemian rhapsody and wannabe and anything by beyonce

- Rich & eds steal a moment to stand together in the corner and watch everyone they love enjoying themselves and wow, this is happening, they’re really married

- Richie dances with Mrs. Kaspbrak and she tells him she trusts him with her son and they both start crying and it’s really cute

- Eddie dances with Mrs. Tozier and she tells him she appreciates him and his friends being there for her son all those years and goddamn it’s so emotional

- Everyone has a great time and they all get shitfaced because open bar

- After everyone else goes home the losers (plus cindy, she’s a loser now too) walk to the barrens like 15 minutes down the road

- they pass around a joint and they laugh and reminisce and it’s just like old times

- by now it’s like 3 a.m. but they have to go to their favorite 24 hour diner because munchies

- they look ridiculous, the 8 of them dressed up all formally but they’re drunk and high and happy as can be at a shitty diner at 3 a.m.

- the rest of the losers catch taxis home & richie and eddie head back to their apartment

- they hold hands and smile at each other the whole way. eddie’s hair is a mess and Richie’s is sticking out everywhere but all either of them can think is “damn he’s beautiful”

- as soon as they step in the door they cant keep their hands off of each other and their wedding night goes very, very well to keep it PG

- right before they fall asleep, Richie with his head on eddie’s chest and their legs tangled together, they share a sweet kiss and Richie mumbles “love you hubby”

- “I love you too Richie kaspbrak-tozier”

WOW I WENT OVERBOARD LMAO hope you enjoy this fuckin NOVEL

[wrestlewriting]

31 Little Wrestling Fics Challenge (October Wrestling Challenge)

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Quote: 19. “Just focus on me. Everything will be fine.” 

Location: 1. Haunted House

Situation: 3. Trick or treating.

Supernatural element: 23. Stupidly accurate horoscope app

Finn Balor (this was my choice)

This is fluff. For not all spooky things need to be scary.

I hope you enjoy!!!

“A rapid change is taking place in your life now, and it may be causing you some stress and worry. But isn’t this precisely the kind of change you figured you would need to resolve a few of your more pressing matters? Although this feels sudden and out of control, it will all fall into place rather quickly. And yes, this is exactly what you sought from the universe. It just seems to be taking place all at once, which can seem overwhelming. Just trust what you requested of the universe is unfolding, and let that be your comfort.”

Bennett was a smart girl, honestly. She didn’t believe everything she heard or read, not before doing her own research on the matter. She trusted science and knew better than to think her viewpoint was the only viewpoint.

That said, just for laughs, she always read her daily horoscope on an app on her phone. She didn’t put any faith in it, didn’t live her life by it, and if somehow it ever came true she just said ‘huh’ and moved on about her life. Most of the time, Bennett read it and decided it’s vagueness was a safe method to make it true for everyone.

The app she had downloaded was the highest rated. To her, that just meant it was the least-glitchy to use. The program, which included things like daily horoscopes and Chinese zodiac interpretations, was fun to flip through when she was bored.

And that’s how she found herself that morning. Well, not bored necessarily. But alone in the living room, a cup of coffee in her one hand, the TV on quietly projecting the local morning news. She’d already been through Facebook, Instagram, Twitter…the usual suspects for mindless morning activities before getting ready for work.

Her horoscope for the day made her smirk. What rapid change? This was the steadiest her life had ever been, ever. Six months ago, she had married Finn. He was regularly on the road wrestling, but even that had settled into a routine. He was gone, typically, the same days of the week, unless there was an overseas tour. And Bennett worked Monday through Friday at one of the local elementary schools as the secretary.

Everything was smooth sailing for them at this time. She knew it probably wouldn’t last entirely, because life, but she was going to enjoy it while she could.

Finn didn’t like her ‘horoscope commitment’ as he called it. He thought it was all hokey and cheesy, a true waste of time. Even though she wasn’t taking it seriously, he still felt she could do without it altogether. It probably didn’t help that she regularly read him his own predictions without prompting.

Putting down her phone and coffee, she stood up and stretched out her body. She needed to start getting ready for the day. Heading back upstairs, she quietly went back into the bedroom, where Finn was still partially under the covers, asleep. She went into the attached bathroom, shutting the door after herself.

By the time she’d finished showering, did her hair and makeup, and put on the clothes she’d laid out for herself the night before,  Finn was no longer in the bed.

Downstairs she found him in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was dressed in just low-slung gym shorts, his hair messy. Just-woken-up-Finn was one of her top five favorite versions of her husband, honestly.

“Morning babe,” she greeted as she walked past him, her hand gliding across his lower back, a short kiss going to his shoulder.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, clearly still trying to come to terms with being up for the day. Bennett smirked to herself, going into the living room to retrieve her phone and cup from earlier. Back in the kitchen, she went about putting her lunch together and getting her work bag from the nearby table. By the time she set the items on the counter, Finn appeared more awake.

“Horoscope today told me big changes are coming for me. So today should be momentous,” Bennett solemnly said, before a wide grin took over her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“You, need help,” Finn declared, shaking his head briefly, before sipping at his cup.

“Let’s see what you need to be focused on today,” she decided happily, her attention going to her phone.

“Benn, baby, please, no,” he all but whined.

“AHEM,” Bennett dramatically cleared her throat. “‘You are finally about to get something you have wanted. But now that it is close, you may feel another option that was less desirable is actually the better choice. Sometimes making a difficult decision can be as easy as seeing the best choice taken away. Only then does desperation kick in, and you recognize what’s really important to you. That may be the case now, Leo, and you must act quickly if you want to change direction. It is not too late to change your mind, and your path,’” Bennett read from her phone. When she was done, she looked up to meet Finn’s gaze. He was leaned over the counter now, his mug between both his hands. Neither said a word at first until Bennett raised her eyebrows and made a ‘what about that’-type face at him, which caused him to laugh.

“You got any big decision to be makin’?”

“Not that I can think of, no,” Finn humored her. “And even then, it would be ‘bout work most likely.”

“…mmhmm…” Bennett replied suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at him briefly. Finn rolled his own, not suppressing a bemused smile to go along with the action. “Well, whatever it is, I guess it’s out of your hands now.”

“Apparently,” he chuckled. Bennett came around the corner, leaning over to meet him in a kiss. “You’ll be home ‘bout 4, yea?”

“That’s the plan,” she confirmed, kissing him again, before going to pick up her bags from the counter. “I told Harper to bring the kids here around 6.”

“Got it.”

“Did you decide on your costume for the night?”

“…sure.” Bennett leveled a look at him, to which he raised one hand in a pacifying manner. “It’ll be sorted before the night, I promise.”

“It better be. The kids are super excited for this,” she said.

“Never done somethin’ like this before, so it’ll be interestin’ for sure,” Finn agreed.

Sometimes Bennett forgot that many of the US traditions and customs weren’t world-widely accepted and that Finn didn’t do these kinds of things growing up.

Which made the plan for the night even more fun, honestly. Getting to see him experience new things for the first time, sharing things with him that Bennett loved doing, was cool, to say the least. And Halloween was her absolute favorite holiday and they didn’t get to spend it together often.

Bennett and Finn had arranged to take her niece and nephew to a local shopping center where the stores were doing trick-or-treating for Halloween. Also in the plaza was a pop-up haunted house, which had five separate ‘houses’ within it.

Bennett adored her niece and nephew, of ages 9 and 11 years old, respectively. Their younger sister, only 5 years old, wasn’t coming on the excursion.

Jessa, in true middle child fashion, was the most vocal. Jordan, he played the stoic big brother role perfectly when he chose to.

They were both smart, intuitive, honest. It was sometimes to a fault, but endearing, after the fact.

And they loved their Uncle Finn. When Bennett had initially said she wanted to take the kids to the event, Finn had been the one to point out Halloween fell on a day he’d be home this year. After clearing the matter with her sister, who was honestly more than happy to not have to handle the two rambunctious kids on a holiday made for chaos, the plan had been set.

Both Jessa and Jordan had shrieked and tackled them when told they’d be doing trick-or-treating with their Aunt and Uncle, and also going to haunted houses. Honestly, Bennett couldn’t remember seeing them so excited before. And she was beyond ready for the awesome night to happen as well.

“OK, well, get your rest today. Chasing those two around is gonna be a lot of work,” Bennett advised, kissing him once again as she took out her car keys.

“I’ll consider it my cardio for the day,” Finn decided, making her laugh. “Love you, beautiful.”

“Love you,” she echoed before turning and leaving the house. Now all she had to do was survive Halloween in an elementary school for the day.

Bennett finally made it home, almost an hour after the time she had intended to. There had been two car accidents, and general bad traffic, holding her up on her commute.

She hated feeling rushed, but now she had no choice but to be.

While in traffic, she’d called Finn and told him to start getting ready and she would be home as soon as she could. Finn had been calm and relaxed about the matter, assuring her it would all be OK and they had plenty of time for the night.

He was, as always, the calm to her storm.

Bennett didn’t even spare a glance as she tossed her bags onto the kitchen counter, set on getting ready in her costume. She had less than an hour, and she knew her hair alone would take up half that time.

“Babe! Where are you?”

“In here,” Finn’s voice came from the living room. Bennett walked quickly in there, prepared to see him not at all ready for the night.

What she found standing before her, however, was anything but.

“Oh…oh…my fucking…FINN.” Bennett couldn’t finish a thought as she was having a hundred of them at once as she took in Finn’s appearance.

Starting at the top, his dark hair was gone, covered by a bald cap. He had on a black T-shirt, the large white lettering on it proudly displaying ‘Gallows & Anderson’ among other words. And his bottom half was adorned in black tights, the strange face-mask-with-swords logo clear on his thighs. His right arm even had drawings across it, imitating tattoos.

“Hey,” Finn greeted her with a nod of his head.

Her laughter was immediate and loud.

“Come ‘ere, and Too Sweet me,” he requested, holding his hand up, his American accent something special to hear.

Bennett was holding onto the back of the couch, shaking with hysterics, definitely unable to do anything he had just requested.

“Finn, oh…what the… hell?” She finally got out words between her laughs. Finn was just smiling brightly at her, clearly proud of himself.

“What? Told ya I had a costume worked out,” he stated, speaking back in his normal voice. Bennett managed to take in a few deep breaths, her laughter subsiding, but the bemused look on her face still just as strong.

“You look ridiculous,” she declared. Finn dramatically gasped, putting his hand on his heart.

“How dare you! I’m tellin’ Karl you said that,” he replied.

“Oh, I didn’t say Karl looks ridiculous. This look works for him. It’s you that this is a special kind of special for,” Bennett explained, waving her hand to indicate the costume. Finn looked down at himself, before shrugging his shoulders and looking back to her.

“It’s actually kinda nice wearin’ clothes.”

“I’m gonna have to strongly disagree with you.” Bennett wiggled her eyebrows, which made Finn laugh. “OK, this has been entertaining, and I know the rest of the family will say the same. But now it’s time for me to go get ready.”

“Can’t wait to see.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she teased, before turning and quickly going upstairs.

Bennett had decided on her costume just last week, but it had been easy enough to put together, given a couple of the items were already in their house.

As she had predicted, doing her hair took the longest, followed by her make-up. The outfit was simple enough, something she could just slide into.

By the time she was done, her sister had texted stating they were on their way. As her family lived only a town over, she knew they would be there rather quickly.

Glancing over herself once more in the floor length mirror, she fluffed her hair and headed back downstairs to where she’d left Finn in the living room.

Bennett’s red heels clicked along their wooden floor as she came around the couch and stood in front of it, allowing Finn to take in her whole look.

And he was definitely taking it in, his eyes widening as they scanned over every inch of her. Her legs were encased in leather-look skintight leggings, her upper half covered with a black leather jacket. Her red-tinted hair was partially pinned up, but full of curls.

With a rehearsed confidence, Bennett trailed her hands down the lapels of the leather jacket slowly, before pulling it open, revealing her torso, which was covered in tight black material as well, a belt high on her waist.

“Tell me about it, stud,” she purred out, shifting her weight to one leg, cocking her hip just a bit.

“Damn, baby,” Finn finally spoke.

“Wanna see the best part?” He nodded quickly. Bennett smiled, and with a purposeful step, turned herself so her back was facing him, revealing the Balor Club logo embroidered on the back of her leather jacket.

“That is…amazin’,” he confirmed, with an awed-sounding laugh following his words. “…shit. You’re so hot.”

“If you’re good, maybe tonight you can meditate in my direction,” Bennett offered cheekily, turning back around to face him. Finn laughed outright, standing up to come to her. His arm slid around her waist, his hand pressing into the small of her back, bringing her body against his.

“I love you, ya know that?”

“Heard it a few times. Always nice to hear it more,” she whispered, as he came closer to put his lips to hers. “Lipstick.”

“Don’t care.” And he didn’t apparently, as he kissed her thoroughly.

The doorbell ringing, followed by the door opening, and little feet hitting the entrance way broke them apart quickly.

“AUNT NETTIE!” Jessa’s voice carried very easily through the house. Bennett and Finn stepped back from each other, turning to watch as the small zombie came barreling into the room. Dressed in a tattered and shredded black shirt, which was over equally tattered leggings, she looked like she’d been through the wringer. Her hair was in frizzed out pigtails, her face made-up to appear paler, with various bloody cuts and scrapes on her exposed skin.

The costume didn’t surprise Bennett one bit. Her niece was into gore and horror, as much as any 9 year old should be allowed to be. Her sister and brother-in-law did their best to not expose the girl to anything too terrible, but Jessa was a fearless little soul and found it all fascinating.

It took her a moment to realize the beat up t-shirt was a Bullet Club t-shirt. It made her grin internally.

“Look at you! You look amazing!” Bennett praised her niece as she came over, hugging her to her waist. “I love it, Jessie!”

“You look so pretty,” the little girl told her aunt. “And Uncle Finn, you look silly.”

“Thanks, kid,” Finn replied with a laugh, as Jessa giggled going to also hug him in greeting. “Nice shirt.”

“Hey everyone,” Harper greeted, entering the room.

“Where’s the other one?”

“Oh, you mean your husband?”

“What?” Bennett questioned, confused and almost concerned.

And then Jordan came into view and her jaw dropped.

He was Finn. Well, dressed like Finn Bálor, essentially.

On his head rested the headdress of red and black dangling fabrics. His face was painted, blacks and reds and whites, the illusion of teeth over his mouth.

Instead of being in wrestling gear, however, he had on one of Finn’s t-shirts, which had the simplistic design of also the white fangs. He was in black shorts, but his legs were mostly covered in shin pads. The pads had the teeth design on the knee, with red flames coming up his calves.

Bennett was truly speechless at first.

“Did you…did you know about this?” she finally questioned Finn.

“Where do you think he got some of the stuff?” Finn retorted with a laugh. “We have had this planned for weeks.”

“Yep,” Jordan confirmed, as he and Finn Two-Sweeted one another.

“Time. Out,” Bennett demanded. “So you’re telling me, you planned all of this with him? And Jessa’s shirt? Also on purpose?”

“Exactly,” Finn concurred with a wink. “It was actually Jordan’s idea that started the whole thing.”

Bennett looked down at her nephew, who was just staring back at her straight-faced. She assumed he was trying his hardest to play the part of ‘The Demon’.

“But…you didn’t know I was gonna be wearing your jacket? You didn’t know my costume!”

“…or did I?” Finn challenged, his tone mischievous.

And at that, it all clicked into place. Bennett’s eyes flashed to her sister’s, who was already grinning cheekily.

“Harper!”

“Oh come off it. This is adorable. And I know how excited you were for tonight, and how much you love Halloween, and I thought it would just be really special for you to have your family together as a unit.”

Bennett had no argument to that. And in fact, she was trying her hardest to keep the tears at bay, touched deeply at how much her family did for tonight to be so memorable.

“Alright! Let’s get some super awesome pictures that I’m highly tempted to use as my Christmas card, and send you all on your way!” Harper proclaimed.

The following half hour felt like a professional photo shoot. Pictures were taken of every possible combination of person; some serious, some silly. Bennett’s favorites she already knew would be of her and Finn with both the kids.

Bálor Club, represent.

“Is it time for the haunted houses?” Jessa asked for what felt like the hundredth time. From the moment they’d arrived at the shopping center, it was all she had been excited for. She enjoyed getting candy, as any kid did, but she really wanted to go see the horror show up close.

“Let’s first put your guys’ stuff in the car, and then yes, it is haunted house time,” Bennett explained, causing the little girl to cheer.

The trick-or-treating had been fun, and their group had received many looks and comments. Most of the comments came from little kids and their fathers, but some of the women present also understood the reference. That made Bennett happy.

After dropping off their items in the car, the group headed over to the haunted house storefront, standing in line to pay their admission. Once inside the large space, it was sensory overload. There were people everywhere, many in costume, and it was hard to tell who was visiting and who worked there. Along the perimeter were the entrances to the various houses, all having different themes.

“Where to first, guys?” Finn asked. Jordan just shrugged.

“I want…that one!” Jessa finally decided, pointing to the entrance that was directly in the middle. The outside façade of the maze was decorated with a large Crystal Ball, tarot cards, and glittering silver lights throughout. As they walked closer, there were also hands palm up painted on the wood, along with actual fake hands hanging. A couple swords were also present.

“Let’s do this then,” Bennett declared. “Before we go in though, you two need to stay with us, OK?” Both of the children nodded in understanding. Bennett wasn’t very worried about them wandering off, they’d been great about it all night. But she also knew how excited Jessa was, and sometimes excitement overrode common sense and safety.

As they wandered through the house, there were some jump-scares, and some creepy scenes to look at. But Bennett knew there was going to be the big thing at some point.

What she hadn’t expected was to be stopped at a room by a ‘guard’, who told them to wait. After a minute, he told them to enter the last room and “behold the wisdom of the woman prophet”.

The room they entered was dimly light, with fabrics draped all along. There were various objects tacked to the walls, creepy pictures, actual skulls, bloodied tarot cards. Candles were flickering throughout the space.

“Welcome, my children.” The woman was seated a table in the dead center of the room, dressed in typical ‘fortune teller’ fashion. Her clothes were flowing, various bits of jewelry on every part of her body possible. The table in front of her was covered in a rich fabric, a ball sitting in front of her. Beside it sat a clean deck of tarot cards, and on the other side, crystals and small vials of unknown things.

“Please, come closer,” the woman requested. Jessa didn’t even hesitate, and Bennett followed her. Jordan, who had repeatedly declared throughout the house how ‘dumb’ he found it, remained to the side with Finn.

“Please, tell me, what do you wish to know about?” But instead of waiting for Jessa to speak, the woman held up one of her hands sternly. “No, never mind. I do not need you to tell me, for the universe is telling me what you must know now.” She looked down at her ball, moving her hands around it. It lit up at her action, and Bennett had to appreciate the effects.

“Your existence is about to change,” the older woman stated, her gaze going from the crystal ball to Bennett’s face. “You’re going to bring more into this world.”

“OK?” Bennett laughed out.

“You, my dear, are made of the stars and the seas, of the heavens and the lands, and you are powerful in your finite existence. You are made to make, to extend, to expand, to create.” The women paused, making sure her eyes were with Bennett’s. “You are made to make something within in you that will change so many lives.”

Bennett looked at the woman for a moment longer, before turning to look at Finn who was already looking back at her with eyebrows raised.

“I bet you have a part in this, somehow,” she said, with a crooked smile. “You’re always involved in my biggest moments somehow.”

“What can I say darlin’, I’m here to assist,” Finn replied, with a short smirk.

“Wait, you have something in you? Like a baby?” Jessa asked, and Bennett’s head whipped around, her wide-eyes meeting her niece’s. “‘Cause that would be kinda cool.”

“I hope it’s a boy. I’m sick of being outnumbered in the family,” Jordan declared, crossing his arms over his chest. “Right, Uncle Finn?”

“Uh….” Your husband seemed just as surprised at the turn of the conversation as you were.

“Alright, cool, thanks,” Bennett diverted everyone’s attention, nodding towards the woman. “I think we are done here. Cool house. Nice work.”

“…this is not something to be ignored or belittled,” the woman replied sternly. “Embrace this, enjoy this. You are about to be everything you should be.”

“…wanna go to the next house?” Bennett didn’t even acknowledge the woman’s words, focusing only on Jordan.

“Yes, please,” he replied. And with that, she and Finn ushered the children through the last door, coming back out onto the open floor of the building.

“Aunt Nettie, are you pregnant?” Jessa asked directly.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bennett answered flippantly.

“Can we help name the baby?” Her niece further questioned.

“There is no baby to name.”

“But what if there is? That lady seemed pretty sure,” Jordan argued, outnumbering Bennett in the conversation. She looked to Finn for help, but he too looked at a loss as to what to say.

“Listen, that woman, she is paid to act and spook us. That doesn’t mean what she says is real.”

“…OK.” Jordan conceded.

“Alright, so next house?” Finn finally spoke up, clapping his hands together. Jessa agreed enthusiastically, and Jordan chose for them to go through one that looked incredibly dark and gory.        

They went through the rest of the houses, which were far more outwardly scary, full of clowns and serial killers and weapons.

But for Bennett, that first house remained the most memorable and jarring.

Four days later, Bennett found herself feeling like total junk, spending her Saturday in bed. She’d been sick early that morning but hadn’t since. She just felt tired and achy and unhappy all around.

When her phone rang, she threw an arm out to grab it from nearby.

“Yo,” she grumbled.

“Still feeling crappy?” Harper asked.

“I’m just…tired and I hurt and I wanna sleep but I feel like shit so I can’t fall asleep.”

“Sounds like the flu.”

“Great,” Bennett sighed, readjusting her head on her pillow.

“OR maybe you're pregnant.”

“…shut up.”

“What? The symptoms are similar, and that fortune teller did tell you…”

“Stop,” Bennett demanded. “You are ridiculous.”

“Don’t ignore that woman’s wise words. She said you are to make something within you.”

“Right now all I’m making in me is more barf probably.”

“Gross, Bennie.”

“You started it, Harpie.” Her older sister just sighed.

“Listen, I’m about to go grocery shopping. So I’ll bring some stuff over for you, ginger ale, Pepto, all that stuff, OK?”

“You are the greatest.”

“I know.” They said their goodbyes, and Bennett put the phone down beside her again. She curled into the pillow, letting out a long breath as she closed her eyes. She just wanted to sleep away this awfulness.

Bennett woke up, confused in her groggy state. The bedroom was darker than when she last remembered it being. After a moment of blinking and coming around, she grabbed around on the bed until she picked up her phone. The time read several hours from the last she saw.

She had a few texts from Finn, and one from Harper.

The ones from Finn were sending her love and well-wishes, telling her to sleep and rest and call him when she had a chance.

Harper’s was a bit longer. It explained she had stopped over but Bennett had been asleep, so she had let her be. She detailed the food and drinks she’d left downstairs. It stated she had left medicine on the bedside table for her as well.

At that, Bennett looked up and did find various stomach and digestive aids.

But amongst all that was a very obvious box, a picture of a stick clear as day across the front.

She texted her sister back, simply writing ‘Really?”. Harper’s response was just an emoji thumbs up.

Bennett stared at the box for many minutes, eventually getting up and grabbing it. She realized there were three tests in the box. It was like her sister knew she’d need several attempts at this, almost like she’d done the same thing with Jordan.

She reread the simple instructions several times before taking the first test. She needed to know exactly what to do, what to look for. Bennett wouldn’t chance doing this wrong or misinterpreting the results.

After taking the first test, she waited ten minutes and took the second.

And then she waited several, jittery, anxious, stressful hours, before taking the third and last.

By that time, it was well into the night. And in the darkness of her bedroom, she finally called her sister.

“They are all positive!”

“I KNEW IT!” Harper exclaimed. “Man, you need to go back and tip that fortune teller lady or something.”

“Harper, shut up,” Bennett commanded, her feelings keeping her from seeing any lightness in the moment. “…these could be wrong though, right?”

“That’s rare anymore,” her sister disagreed. “The first time I got pregnant I said the same thing, but my doctor told me typically positive is positive for at home tests. There’s always a chance but if it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck….”

“It’s a dog in disguise?”

“Nice try,” Harper replied with a laugh. “Oh, man Bennie! You’re pregnant! I’m finally gonna be an Aunt!”

“…I’m not…sure what to do? What to feel? What to say? Oh god, should I tell Finn right now? We weren’t planning for this! OH SHIT. This is gonna throw so much out of whack.”

“Hey, breathe,” her sister advised. “You both want kids, and that’s what matters. You’ll figure it out. Yea, it’ll probably be a bit harder given his work, but there is nothing the two of you can’t get through together.”

“…I just…”

“It’s a lot.”

“SO MUCH,” Bennett corrected. “Shit. Fuck. I’m probably pregnant.”

“Most likely definitely.”

“I just…I’m gonna eat something and go to bed, and handle this tomorrow.”

“OK.” Harper offered no argument, knowing her sister’s usual style of handling large changes involved time for her initial emotions to subside. “Call if you need anything.”

“Will do.” After saying their ‘I love yous’ and ‘goodbyes’, Bennett sent a quick text to Finn telling him she was still feeling ill and was gonna sleep more. She knew it was a bit of a coward’s move to not tell him right away, but she wanted to make peace with the matter before telling him.

Finn had wanted to wait until he was off the road to have kids. Which was OK, in some ways, as Bennett was five years younger than him. But she had no desire to be a 40 year-old-first-time mom, either. Biological clock, and life logistics, and all that.

She knew he didn’t want to miss things, wanted to be a truly present father. But she saw how things were managed by Karl and his family, and knew it wasn’t necessarily needed to be a good family.

Of course, Bennett also knew she was not really like Karl’s wife, and she wasn’t sure she could handle raising a baby the majority of the time on her own. She was far more high-strung than Finn was, and she knew she would need him to be around to be the level-headed parent. Because if there was one thing she knew from watching her sister and being an aunt, it was that things tended to get naturally crazy with kids.

Bennett decided it was time to just put herself to bed. She didn’t want to overthink the situation anymore and decided she needed to tell Finn when he was face-to-face with her.

Sleep didn’t come easily, so Bennett found herself doing her usual; mindlessly playing around on her phone. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter…the same routine as always. And eventually, she came to the horoscope app.

“Something wonderful is beginning to bloom for you now, Gemini. You may be wondering if this is a quirk of fate or a coincidence. But don’t start questioning and dissecting this gift from the universe. If you become cynical or doubtful, you won’t get the full effect of this auspicious happening. If you are receiving a blessing, then the universe has deemed you worthy of it. So enjoy the hopeful, positive vibes you are feeling, embrace the goodness, smile, and be grateful.”

Bennett shut her phone off without a second thought and tossed it away from herself onto the bed.

There was no way….

It was Tuesday morning, and Finn was due home sometime that afternoon after his usual travel and work days.

Yesterday morning she’d called her doctor, who had told her the same thing her sister had, that at home tests were incredibly accurate. He made her an initial appointment for that Thursday to get an idea of where she was at in her pregnancy.

Bennett had chosen to take the day off from work, her emotions far too amped up about Finn returning and the situation for her to be at work.

Every conversation she’d had with Finn from Sunday until now, had been odd. She knew it, and she knew he knew it. She wanted to tell him, she did, but she also thought it would be nice to have him come home to the surprise.

Bennett had scoured the internet, accepting and rejecting ideas every minute on cute ways to tell him about their expanding family. Finally, she’d settled on something fall themed and cute. So she’d spent all Sunday going to stores and pumpkin patches until she was able to secure two large pumpkins and a tiny one to her liking.

The plan was to hollow out one of the bigger pumpkins, then cut a heart in the front, placing the smaller pumpkin in it. It was meant to allude to a ‘pregnant pumpkin’. The saying that people usually used with it was ‘We’re adding another pumpkin to our patch’. Bennett loved it. But now came the task of actually doing it.

Bennett had never been as good with art and creativity as her sister. Harper could easily create things: paintings, gifts, crafts. Bennett, though, had to put all her concentration and focus possible into the task at hand, and even then, they never looked as good as they should.

Making the little sign with orange paint about their growing pumpkin patch was easy enough. Her writing wasn’t the greatest, but even she thought it was cute.

It quickly became clear, however, that her bad luck streak of craft creation was going strong. She’d managed to hollow out the pumpkin just fine, but she’d messed up on cutting out the front. In an effort to correct the heart, it had become lopsided. And then in an effort to correct that, she’d essentially cut out the entire front side of the pumpkin, with barely the top part of the heart obvious.

It was more like a…blob. It looked weird. It did not look like the picture she was using for inspiration. It looked dumb by comparison. She knew upon seeing it Finn would not know what it was supposed to be.

Why hadn’t she bought more pumpkins? She knew she wasn’t great at this stuff, she should have gotten backups for screw-ups. Looking at the clock on the microwave, she realized she didn’t have time to go out and get another pumpkin. Finn was due home soon. He had texted her before she’d started carving that his plane had just landed.

She tried really hard to not let the tears welling in her eyes fall down her cheeks.

Feeling defeated and frustrated, she just sat at the kitchen counter, staring at her pumpkins. There had to be a way to salvage this?

It was a frantic internet search later when Bennett realized she definitely wasn’t saving face here. But she could at least hopefully, maybe, still use the sign to tell him? 

Better than nothing.

Except when she heard the garage door open and watched Finn walk into the kitchen with his bags minutes later, she hated every idea she had. This was supposed to be something big, magical, meaningful…and a little crappy painted sign wasn’t that.

“Oh hey, pumpkin carving? Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked, putting his bags down near the wall, coming over to her. He put his arm around her waist, kissing her temple, securing her against his side. With Bennett sitting on the stool, she just about at his height.

“This wasn’t for fun,” she explained.

“…OK?” Finn’s confusion was evident in his tone.

“I just…I wanted to surprise you and have something cute and memorable and I just…I fucked it up so bad. This was supposed to be this really cool, special moment, and I just ruined the most important pumpkin!” Bennett was trying to keep her emotions in check, but she was failing miserably.

“Hey, baby,” Finn stated, his fingers squeezing her side, his other hand coming up to turn her face towards his. “Just focus on me. Everythin’ will be fine. Whatever this is, it isn’t that big of a deal.”

“YES, IT IS!” Bennett argued, turning from him abruptly, causing his arm to fall down to his side. “You literally have no idea how big this is!”

“…ok?”

Bennett pushed off from the counter and got off the stool, walking around to where the other pumpkins sat, picking up the sign and the tiniest pumpkin. She kept the sign facing her, and with a deep breath, she walked back towards Finn. He was just watching her curiously as she stopped a foot away from him.

“Surprise,” she whispered, turning the sign around, holding the little pumpkin beside it in the palm of her hand.

Bennett waited with baited breath as Finn read her writing. At first, he seemed to not have any reaction, which made her feel even worse that her entire idea had fallen apart. This whole cute, sweet moment was ruined, and now she would have to explain to him everything.

But then, his eyes got huge and he looked directly at her.

“Benn…we…you…” He seemed unable to form words. “Bennett, oh my god. We’re having a baby?”

“Looks that way,” she replied, smiling slightly.

And the next thing she knew she was in his arms, her feet off the ground as he lifted her up. She barely managed to get her arms out to the side so as not to smash the sign or pumpkin against him.

“We’re having a BABY! Oh my god, this is awesome! I love you so much, you know that?” Finn was basically rambling as he held her against himself, causing her to giggle.

It was amazing how her failed plan no longer seemed important given his reaction. What mattered wasn’t how she told him, but them, their relationship, their family.

“This is, like, for sure, you know?” Finn asked, leaning back as he held her so he could see her face.

“Three tests positive,” Bennett affirmed. “We have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday to get the official word on the matter and how far along I am.”

“You, you are gonna be an amazing mum, ya know that?”

“Says the man practically molded to be the coolest dad alive,” she teased in response, causing a small blush to come to his face. She loved getting that kind of reaction from him. “This is…gonna be hard.”

“It’ll be work,” Finn corrected, setting her back on her feet, loosening his hold on her but not letting her go entirely. “But it’ll be the best kind of work. There’s no one else I would do this with than ya. I know my job doesn’t make it easy on ya…but I will be here every single solitary second I can through everythin’.”

“I know,” Bennett assured. She wanted to reach up and touch him, but her hands were still occupied with the sign and pumpkin. “…you’re gonna be a DILF.” Finn’s laughter was instant and loud.

“OK, then you’re Queen of the MILFs,” he replied, making her grin more. The humor fell to the wayside as they just gazed at one another, smiling. “Shit, I love ya, Bennett. Love ya more than anything.”

“I love you too,” she repeated back.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just Harper.” Bennett went on to explain to Finn the events of the last few days, how her feeling ill had turned into pregnancy. When she mentioned Harper’s comments about the fortune teller from the haunted house, he huffed a laugh.

“Ya know, your silly horoscopes have been pretty in line with this too. Maybe you’ve been on to something all along. Maybe the supernatural does exist and the universe has been telling you all along what’s goin’ on.”

“…shut up,” she replied to his teasing, even though inside she was realizing how right he was. The more she thought about it, the more weirded out and amazed she became, so she stopped thinking about it.

“Can we tell my parents?”

“Well, yea,” Bennett answered coming out of her thoughts, as Finn finally released her. She immediately set the sign and pumpkin down on the counter. “I mean, we could wait until the doctor on Thursday to be sure. But that’s up to you.”

“…we have to tell them now.” His decision didn’t surprise her one bit. “And let’s use this stuff,” he motioned to indicate the items on the counter. “It’s cute. My mum will like it.”

Bennett’s heart swelled a bit at that. He was so sweet to make her think her little surprise wasn’t stupid.

Using the wonders of the internet and FaceTime, telling Finn’s parents about their news was super fun. They’d started the conversation normally enough, but Bennett just happened to pick up the tiny pumpkin. Finn had followed suit holding the sign.

His mom had cried, and his dad had beamed. They weren’t first-time grandparents by any means, but given this was their first grandchildren from Finn seemed to mean a lot to them.

After all of that, Bennett was exhausted. Today had been a rollercoaster of emotion. She wasn’t at all remorseful at deciding to go to bed by 8PM. Finn came with her, but she knew he wasn’t tired, and instead just didn’t want to be far from her.

He was going to be the most protective husband throughout this pregnancy, and she wasn’t complaining.

They went through their night time routines, before finally settling into bed together. Bennett decided to wind down doing her routine on her phone. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. It was always the same.

And then came the horoscope app.

Given her current situation, she was almost hesitant at opening it. But curiosity won out, and she found herself scanning the words on the screen almost hungrily.

“You may be so focused on making something perfect today that you are missing out on all the magic that already exists. You are like an artist who just can’t walk away from a beautiful painting without putting on a few last brush strokes. But if you go too far, you may miss the forest for the trees. Take some time to quietly observe what you see, and relish what you already have. You are very lucky and very blessed, and recognizing that is the final step in finding true perfection.”

Bennett sighed, and with a small smile, closed out of the app.

Stupid horoscopes.

But not really.

Thank you to @thewriterformerlytaggedas & @fan-fiction-galore for allowing me to be apart of this and believing in me!

Thank you so very much to @chasingeverybreakingwave & @running-ropes & @spine-buster& @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury & anyone else who has provided support/love/inspiration/comfort/a-listening-ear-as-I-had-breakdowns/ideas/etc. over this story. The struggle got really real, but we made it.

[kingoftheravensarchive]

This is gonna get sappy. Hello! Thank you for 2K (again)! 

Honestly, when I left 2-3 yrs ago I didn’t have any intentions on returning, or at least I hoped beyond hope I wouldn’t cave. I did, though. I’ve been sharing headspace with Uni for a long time, though by official count it’s at five years. A fella I’ve spent a lot of one-on-one time with, getting to know, helping him grow, and he, in turn, helping me in a lot of ways. Writing him has been therapeutic in a way I cannot even begin to describe and when we left those years ago it was for a number of reasons. The biggest being that we--or, really, I--felt as though we had overstayed our welcome. Uni wasn’t shiny and new anymore, hadn’t been for some time, so finding people to write with was like pulling teeth. I had just recently been plagiarized, too, and that honestly made me too paranoid with everything/one. 

But, lo and behold, I returned at the beginning of the year or so, though my activity was in and out for personal reasons. Since properly returning with a fixed schedule not two months ago, I must say I am so... relieved by the way he’s been [re]accepted back into the RP community. Even despite his divergence, despite my hesitance to divulge too much info, etc. It’s been so refreshing to see him get all this activity, to have people want to interact with him, to want to get to know him. AND BLESS THESE SHIPS, HONESTLY. Basically, we love you all and I would thank you all individually but that’d take a long time. Hence this blurb before the proper bias list to say we appreciate you all and wanna write with everyone!

That being said, this bias list will only cover people I’m very close to, people who’ve been following Uni for a long time, or have simply meant quite a bit to us in recent weeks. Please do not be upset if you’re not listed below, as it’s nothing personal and we do appreciate you! It’s just I follow a LOT of people, and, tbh we aren’t close yet-- that can certainly be changed! I’m very friendly despite the nickname! Never hesitate to IM me or ask for my Discord! 

TL;DR hello you are all amazing, thank you so much for all you’ve done for us!! pls buy Uni’s books when I write them lmao. below the cut is my bias list starting with the extra special people!

THE RAVENS

honestly crying for days over these people nbd

@frostkingoftheapocalypse --- HOW HAVE YOU STUCK AROUND FOR THIS LONG? i am amazed. i am also amazed we never talked sooner since we’ve known each other for like... 4 yrs lmfao. AHHH TASHA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! you give me so much life and I appreciate our friendship, even if it’s late in the making, bc you’re so sweet and generous and a MOM omg. MOM FRIEND. and your writing has always intimidated me in a good way so to be able to finally, properly write with you is an HONOR tbh. you’re such a bright, unwavering light with such a fleshed out boy who’s BEAUTIFUL, and phenomenal drawings (I have that photo you made of Uni as my phone bg), and I honestly can’t wait to see what else we manage to create together. hit me with that good shit, tbh. I love you, Tash. <3

@sonofagunslinger --- CRIES FOR DAYS. Em ilu with my whole heart and soul tbh like you mean so much to me. thank u for riding on this painful/achingly cute ship with me bc Trickshot gives me so much life. you’re so amazing and such a fantastic friend like wtf. look at all this talent bunched up in one person, I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am you came back to tumblr RP and WANTED TO WRITE WITH ME AGAIN like wtf. Jesse is such a little goddamn shit and I love it (Uni, too, ofc) and the headcanons you have for him and his 10/10 FC choice, and ALSO UR ART WTF. I’m still convinced satan lives in you tho bc you sometimes hit me with serious angst that makes me wanna lie down and d i e. but I love it. I love everything we’ve created for Trickshot SO MUCH. THESE BOYS KILL ME. I LOVE YOU, EM. <3

@velvettclaws --- oh NUT. omg I... adore you so much. how dare you be as amazingly wonderful as you are, I am attacked. when we first started writing together I honestly was like “they are SO out of your league, Vicious, look at this style, look at this talent, look at this characterization, are you kidding? it’s gonna be one interaction and that’s it” but I have never been so wrong. and HAPPILY wrong, too. Gabriel is such a beautiful, flawed, eldritch soul with so much thought put into the intricacies of his life, his being, etc and I’m so honored that he chose Uni to be part of it in some way and that we’re still writing together. I l o v e your writing so much, it’s so pretty and GOALS AF in a lot of ways and combined with lil’ Gabu as a whole and YOU ooc, oh my gosh. I die. like this if you cry every time bc I sure af do. you’re so supportive and encouraging and darling, too precious and pure for us, honestly. but I am so, so grateful for you and Gabriel. thank you. ilu so much <3 ;w;

@oneiromanc --- how do I even begin to explain how much I appreciate and adore you??? let me count the ways... we’d be here for an eternity tbh and by then you’d be so sick of me. c; AHHH BAB omg I love you so fkn much. like our boys themselves are just... so achingly wonderful and I love how spontaneous their relationship was and how far they’ve come in just a short while (writing wise), but also... like you’re so fantastic?? such a supportive, amazing, beautiful person who I only wanna smother with love and all the happiness in the world bc you deserve it and so much more! you’re a light in a dark place and I’m so glad we’ve gotten close bc GAAAAAH. I cry. I adore writing with you and reading the things you create and I’m so... thankful to be part of the process, if only in a small way bc your writing is phenomenal and deserving of all the appreciation, just like you!! I love you so much hnnn! ;w;

@angelofoverwatch --- (i know ur on a hiatus again but that’s okay bc ur still my bff). LENORE... omg... ur such a good. such a pure, kindhearted, sweet soul. you were one of the first people I actually properly WROTE with when I came back and it was... so nice??? I LOVE writing with you more than you know and to see all the thought you’ve put into Angela is inspiring and AMAZING. You’re both two beautiful people and I am so grateful we met bc we got somethin’ goin’ here with our babies that is so wonderful, I love it so much and wanna DO SO MANY THINGS WITH THEM. And I want to buy all your art tbh like holy shit look at this talented af human! ilu bb <3 and we’ll be here for when you return!! and even if not, we’re still here for you!

@fenwxlf --- cries for days I loooove you, Cait, so goddamn much and I know some days I seem kinda “meh” with everything but pls know I appreciate you so much and everything we’ve created together in the last 5 years or so. Fenrir is such a prick, just like his dad, and I LOVE it and how much he’s grown. to be part of that is amazing and honestly I am so honored you picked Uni to be MAIN DAD. and I’m so grateful and flattered tbh that you are so tied in with the raven folklore, too, and have immersed yourself in it. NEED ALL THE BIRBS TBH. I just... you mean so much to me that I can’t properly put it into words but I’m so grateful for our friendship, for being able to write with you, to be part of Fen and Svad’s characterization process/es and... all of it. you’re amazing ooc and I’ve loved to keep up with all you’ve done in the last few years and I’m so happy we never really broke contact even during our hiatus bc you’re a phenomenal friend, irreplaceable. you perfect cinnamon roll /sobs forever. Uni and I love you all soooooo much <3

THE CROWS

the folks who have been around for a long, long, long time tbh. how have you not gotten sick of us?? if i’m missing people, i’m so sorry! if you’ve been around for 3+ years, we are amazed you’re still here, for one, and also SO GRATEFUL. you are the reason I keep writing.

@sultrysupernaturals / @agentharrisonofshield & @stiitchwiitchsera / @jennathearcher / @lilylacey / @mordorshi / @madxwonderland

THE MAGPIES

some special mentions! people who mean a lot to me and/or Uni, people we appreciate so much, whom we’ve adored writing with, etc! i’m definitely missing people on this list! my brain only does so well, y’know.

@ircnwccd / @brazenlass / @talonsaconite / @stxrmurdottir / @asgardianhammer / @valadhxfndr / @maegtig / @zehsvara / @crowsandmalachite / @iisfet / @aldrnaari / @tricksandtreason & @jxrmungand / @viiribus / @strongindependentmen / @iridcscentiisms / @jenniferwallters & @claudiadelicncourt / @vasvvani & @aropoakande / @alalkomeneis / @huntingglory & @sifshieldmaiden / @roipirate

[or6it]

how do u imagine hixtape is gonna be?

i feel like….. hes probably gonna have maybe 5-8 songs??? he’ll have an intro and maybe a skit like what yoongi did 🤔  he’ll prob put 1verse on there and mayhaps a 1verse pt 2? i think all the songs will be unique to themselves n he’s gonna experiment w lots of different sounds bc hes someone w a very broad music taste… but also! he’s a perfectionist (aquarius antics) so i just… know all the songs are literally gonna be amazing and perfect wow like?? hes been working on this for 3 whole years and now hes finally happy enough with it? tbh i dont think i can even guess what hes gonna talk about? i have a feeling he’s gonna use this mixtape as his chance to talk about some dark n deep stuff tho. you know.. since he’s meant to be the mood maker and the sunshine in bts its like his chance to freely express himself n talk about things that don’t necessarily suit his image within bts. at least thats what im hoping for… bc he rly isn’t always a happy person and its very obvious and i rly hope he can share that with us :( also i hope he just fuckin boasts about how amazing he is like i just wanna hear him praise himself bc hes so amazing and he at least kinda knows it and thats somethin i wanna hear him talk about?????? and of course hopes he talks bout gettin his dick wet bc like would it be a bts member mixtape without that? 

[mypokepal]

hi can i get a pkmn partner? im an intp and gemini. i love rainy/cloudy weather, gaming + drawing, and animals. im rlly loyal to and protective of friends but also spiteful + unforgiving if someone upsets me/my friends. im reserved and hate being in crowds + im kinda irritable. im rlly emotional and feel stuff really strong + im impulsive so. bad combination lol. im a slytherin apparently too if that helps anything. im constantly Uncomfortable and scared of abandonment/sayin somethin stupid

Ooooh an INTP! You make up 3% of the population wowow so I hope you feel very special because you are. I’m reading about your type right now and wow u r just my type ;)) The world is a very big place and I can’t wait until you find that thing that keeps you grounded and reminds you that everything will be okay. I’m proud of you.

And I have the perfect partner for you! Let me introduce you to…

Houndour! I think Houndour would be perfect for you because…

(1) Being a pack Pokemon, Houndour is loyal to the bone and it would take a mountain to part Houndour from you. Abandonment is a fear that you two share and a fear that will ultimately be the glue that keeps your friendship in tact. A lot of villains have Pokemon like Houndour in their team because they listen to whatever their trainer commands with the intention to please. It has no issue turning against its morals because your happiness will always come before its own. Because it is young, it can be quite rash and act without thinking-which can get you two in quite some trouble. For example, you playfully complaining that you are hungry will lead Houndour to steal food so discipline is very needed. It’ll actually be quite endearing to see Houndour tilt its head and whine in confusion as to why stealing food is bad behaviour when you’re hungry.  

(2) Going back to my note about Houndour being young and extremely impressionable, it learns by example and the things it learns from you will stay embedded in its brain forever. This means that if you’re constantly viewing the world in a negative light, Houndour will as well. When it evolves into a Houndoom (if you two want to), its powers heighten and Houndoom will either use them for good or bad. Having Houndour as your partner means learning how to appreciate what you have around you, finding the silver lining in every situation, expressing your feelings in healthy means and spreading kindness whenever you can. I recommend going to the forest and engaging with forest Pokemon to ease Houndoom into socializing. Your heart will feel so full when you see your buddy giving small Pokemon rides or playfully wrestling a wild a Rattata. 

(3) Houndoom loves belly rubs and doing funny tricks to make you smile. There is nothing that will bring it greater joy than to see you having a good time. It will trot over to you while you’re drawing and ask you to show it what you’ve created. It will bark at the enemy you’re trying to defeat in your video game and then howl when you’ve finally defeated them. It will wake up in the middle of the night and tug your blanket up when it sees that you kicked it away only to wake you up in the process because it’s a bit clumsy. Houndoom is your biggest supporter and the growth that the two of you will go through together will be so incredible. 

Other Pokemon Considered: Mudkip, Croagunk

[katsudekuheadcanons]

9) Baking on a rainy day, high fives, a first kiss sounds really cute!

THIS CAME OUT A HECK OF A LOT LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO OOPS. But here. :3 sorry if it feels a bit rushed toward the end... T 3 T --The phone call was awkward. A forced phone call to Izuku's phone,  from none other than his childhood friend. And Izuku knew it was forced because he could hear Mrs. Bakugou telling her son what to say in the background. "Tell him." she said, probably attempting to whisper. "Tell him to come over..and quit being such a grouch, Katsuki. " she added in. Izuku had to stifle a laugh as he listened silently, waiting for Katsuki to actually speak up.  "Deku" After about three quiet minutes,  he spoke. What a surprise! "Come the fuck over." It was more of an order than an invitation. And before the freckled boy had a chance to ask any questions, the phone was disconnected. If it wasn't a cell phone call- Izuku was sure it would have been hung up with a slam. A distressed sigh escaped his lips and ran a hand through his curly locks. "What am I supposed to do?? Why is Kacchan's mother making me go over there" He cant help the worry that had taken over him, and he paced about his room. Great. Katsuki's house. What a way to spend a Saturday evening.They weren't on terrible terms anymore, but they definitely weren't /perfect/. They could at least hold a conversation with out yelling at one another now. And they walked home together sometimes... but they haven't necessarily 'hung out'. Another sigh left him, and he tucked his phone away in his pocket.  Well,  if he was going, he may as well get it over with.  Katsuki wanted to make it a quick visit too, he was sure. He'd never invite Izuku over just because-- and it was evident now that for whatever reason,  his mother was the one who wanted them to meet.  "I'll just see what Kacchan wants-  And then I'll come home." ~~Fuck. Fuck. /Fuck/. Izuku was coming over.  Katsuki shot a look at the clock ticking away on the wall.  It wouldn't take him too long to walk over, despite the rain fall. It was only drizzling, so it wouldn't slow Izuku down.  "Mom. What the fuck??" Katsuki growled,  as he watched his mother grab hold of her umbrella.  She slipped on her high heeled shoes, and swung a light jacket over her shoulder before making her way to the door.  "Why the hell would you invite Deku here?! When you're leaving,  what the fuck??""You invited him, brat~" she sing songed, and set a hand on the door knob. "Don't be such a baby. Do you think your mother is stupid? Take advantage of this! " she demands to her son,  before heading out of the house.  Shit. Dammit. Fuck. What did she mean by that?  The ash blonde leaned himself against the wall of his living room.  His bottom lip jutted out in thought,  slowly starting to realize what she meant.  Oh."No fuckin way." He stated,  before standing himself up straight.  "No fuckin way mom noticed somethin like that." Katsuki decided he may as well tidy up as he waited to get his mind off of things,  and it wasn't long before there was a knock at the front door.  In that moment,  Katsuki swore his heart jolted to a stop.  His breath shortened in his lungs and he shot a death glare at the door.  Almost as if he was hoping to scare off his guest with out having to communicate at all... of course it didn't help.  There was a short pause,  before another knock followed; this time it was louder. His mind started to race all over as he inched himself toward the door.  What would he say? For what reason did he even have Izuku come over?  He had to think of something before he got to the door. He had to figure it out. Had to think.  Had to plot-- "Kacchan!" Izuku called.  "Please let me in, its down pouring!" Katsuki paused as he reached the front door. He swallowed thickly, as his hand hesitated to open it. He could easily ignore Izuku and continue on with his evening. Eventually Izuku would get tired of standing in the rain and he'd just go home. But then he could also catch a cold. Izuku is dumb sometimes, so he wouldn't have taken an umbrella for a short walk. Katsuki couldn't let Izuku get sick. "Kacchan!" The voice jolted Katsuki from his thoughts once again and he grumbled, before grabbing hold of the door knob. It swung open with a crash against the wall and it would have bounced back shut, if Katsuki hadn't stopped it with his foot. "I heard you the first time- be patient, damn." His red hues narrowed and looked down at Izuku who was a shivering mess. And at that site, Katsuki swore he hated himself. Why didn't he just open the fucking door? Now Izuku was soaked. "A..are you going to let me in or not?" He questioned then, frowning. The ash blonde, pressed his lips shut,  and took a step to the side.  His eyes watching Izuku's every movement.  The way his hair stuck to his face from the rain, the way his clothes dripped, how he took awkward steps because his shoes were also soaked through... it was sort of cute. Shaking away the thought,  Katsuki kicked the door closed. He followed Izuku in, and the silence was becoming a bit awkward. "Why did you want me to come over?"  Finally it was broken,  and the freckled boy turned his attention toward his childhood friend.  There was a bit of shyness in his gaze. "Uuuh--" Katsuki paused momentarily. "Uh... to help me bake somethin." It /sounded/ like he made it up on the spot, but who the hell would care? Although now he had to figure out what exactly he was baking. "To /bake/?" Izuku's eyes widened slightly,  before he nodded and looked down at his wet clothes. "Thats unlike you Kacchan, is this some kind of prank?" He smiled crooked. It was that uneasy,  unsure smile that Katsuki really disliked for many reasons. "No- no seriously!  I gotta bake somethin and Im not fucking good at it! So thats why I wanted you over. ""Your mom made you call me" Izuku stated. "But.  Let's get it over with,  okay..? Um.. I'm sure you want to get this done as soon as possible. " Katsuki's brows knitted at that. It hurt to hear that Izuku felt he wasn't wanted there... because that wasnt true. "Sure. But I'm gonna give you some dry clothes first.""What??""Just take the damn offer!"~~Now that Izuku was in a dry set of clothes, (Katsuki's shorts and hoodie), the two of them could get started.  Izuku's cheeks were flushed red wearing them. It felt weird.. but nice. They had only shared clothes one other time,  and that was when they were children.  Katsuki however,  regretted his choice of allowing Izuku to use his clothing.  Because God /dammit/, he looked really cute wearing it. The sweat shirt and shorts only showed off how much smaller Izuku was than Katsuki, despite not looking much different standing side by side.  Sure Katsuki was taller,  and more built,  but he never realized how much."What are we making?" Izuku questioned, finally looking up at the other. Katsuki's gaze was disturbed then, and he lifted a hand to rub his neck. His eyes darted around the room. He had to look anywhere but at other. "Uh.. Apple pie. My mom wants it for dessert tonigt.." A lie. But a good one, he hoped. They had the ingredients for one so how hard could it really be? "I gotta recipe." With that, he made his way to the kitchen counter and started to dig through the small box that held his mother's different recipes. "You dont seem like the type to enjoy baking, Kacchan" Izuku commented,  trying to keep things calm.  They were having a decent conversation so far... no yelling.  No annoyance.  Just talking- about pie and baking! Perhaps it was the start of something... something normal.  A genuine friendship, possibly. The chances were slim,  but Izuku could be hopeful couldn't he?  He never hated Katsuki, and lately they had been on good terms.  The latter hadn't even bullied or talked down on Izuku for a while.  Izuku could almost safely say that his childhood friend was becoming nicer.  Not to others per say, but to him personally. It felt good.  It gave Izuku a tickle in his stomach.  "I never said I / enjoyed/  it. It just has to be done. " Katsuki replied,  and held up the recipe he was looking for. "And here it is- lets start workin on this and get it done. Maybe by the time we're finished the rain will stop."  He offered a slight smile before setting the paper down on the counter.  Was he actually trying to make conversation? Izuku could hardly believe it, but thats what it seemed like. He wouldn't let the opportunity slip from his fingers and he nodded; his green curls bouncing a bit as he did. "I hope!" And he smiled. It was genuine, and there was no hint of unsureness to it. Katsuki could swear his heart stopped. The sight of a smiling Izuku was so rare to him, and it was precious.  Something he'd treasure for the rest of his life if he were able.  "Read off the ingredients, Kacchan. I'll start to gather them." Katsuki blinked, waking up from his daydream. (He had been doing that a lot that day. He needed to stop). "Yeah,  yeah. First things first is obviously the apples".~~"What the fuck?!" "It doesn't look right.." Izuku muttered."Seriously,  what the fucking shit??" Katsuki growled, as he stared at the pie they had baked. It was cooling off on the stove top,  but the top crust had sunken in, and the inside was liquid instead of caramelized.  "What the hell did we do wrong??" He questioned,  grabbing hold of the recipe. It looked like they did everything right.  So why was it coming out that way? "Maybe we mis-read a step" Izuku mumbled,  as he lifted a hand up to play with his lower lip. "We should give it another try.. this time Ill read the directions and you add ingredients! Its still raining anyway-  it'll be a fun way to pass the time.." Suddenly, Izuku's voice grew unsure.  Katsuki shifted his gaze to the other,  and felt a wave of something (happiness was it?)take over him. Izuku said it would be fun to pass the time baking with Katsuki. That meant he enjoyed it the first time. That meant he didnt want to leave yet. The blonde felt his cheeks redden, and he piped up finally.  He couldn't let Izuku be doubtful. "Sure- why the hell not. Im no quiter. We're gonna make this damn pie right,  no matter what. " he smirked,  and started to gather the ingredients once again.  The second time around seemed to be going more successful, in more ways than one.  To both their surprise they were talking. It started off about the pie- but it slowly moved away from that.  Katsuki swore they were having fun. Izuku laughed a few times. Katsuki was finding it easier to joke around with him, and it was refreshing.  Izuku couldn't remember the last time he / laughed/  with Katsuki... it felt warm. It made his heart pound in his chest,  and his stomach do flips. They continued to work on the pie, and it wasn't long before it was in the oven. The duo wasted time waiting for it to bake by telling stories.  They touched back on a lot of their past memories together, majority from when they were young. They avoided any of the bullying memories as if they didn't exist and focused solely on the times they played or went by each other's houses. Katsuki was surprised that they actually did so much together.. he had forgotten about the peaceful times between them. Finally the timer went off,  and it was time for the moment of truth. Izuku watched eagerly, as Katsuki put on the oven mits and went into the oven.  The crust wasn't caved in so that was a good sign. But the real confirmation of their success would be in the filling.  "Ill bet its okay!" Izuku chimed,  as he watched the pie. They waited patiently together for it to cool.  "We'll see. If it isnt right,  we're going to the store for more god damn apples and we're makin it again" Katsuki stated and he picked up the knife. "Ready?""Ready!" As the knife sunk into the pie, a grin formed on Katsuki's face. He finished cutting the slice and it was perfect.  The inside was caramelized just right, and the apples were soft. "Fuck yeah!" Katsuki looked at the other quickly. "Look at it! "Izuku smiled wide, seeing their sucess. Apparently adding too many apples and not enough sugar was their downfall last time. "We did it Kacchan!" He laughed again and lifted a hand up, waiting. "Ill bet it tastes as good as it looks! "The blonde glanced at the raised hand and lifted his own up. He slapped their hands together for a satisfying high-five,  though his hand lingered there. He still couldn't take his eyes off Izuku. Especially because he was smiling now.. it was such a tender smile, Katsuki never realized how warm it made him feel. How much he actually longed to see it. And he didn't realize how nice it was to be the cause of it.The freckled boy looked puzzled,  as Katsuki stared at him.  He tilted his head slightly,  and as he went to move his hand away it was grabbed. Fingers laced and suddenly... he was being tugged forward. It all happened so fast after that.  Their bodies were closer than they'd ever been.  Izuku's eyes widened,  as Katsuki's  feel shut.  Their lips collided together only for a few moments before it was over. Katsuki pulled back relatively quickly,  looking just as surprised as Izuku did.  "K..Kacchan you..." his cheeks grew dark red at the realization.  "..Shut...shut up, Deku." "...Kacchan why did you-""Don't,  Deku!""You k.. kissed... kissed me!" It was finally said. And the two stared at each other in silence for a few moments.  "... why did you..?" Izuku said softly.  Katsuki thought it should be more than obvious as to / why/, but Izuku seemed confused.  He appeared to be looking for some type of reassurance,  and he was holding himself back from reacting. Katsuki stayed quiet for a few moments before parting his lips to speak.  "I'm..." his voice grew quiet.  "..I think I... love you. " ".. you /think/..?" Izuku didnt sound too pleased with the answer.  He definitely sounded confused and weary. His brows furrowed,  and he huddled into himself. It was that look that Katsuki couldn't stand.  The look that displayed his fear. The look that was especially for Katsuki in the past.  "A...Are you...making some kind of joke?" At that, the ash blonde stiffened up.  That was the last thing he wanted. This wasn't a joke, it was real. And he had to make sure he displayed that."No-- no its not a joke. " he lifted a hand up to touch his forehead.  God, he hated being bad with words.  "Its not a joke- I said it wrong. I meant that I.. agh..  I.. really.." It really wasn't like Katsuki to mix up his words,  but when it came to Izuku nothing made sense. He couldn't form a sentence,  and it was killing him inside. "I love you,  okay? I love you-- and I'm absolute shit at trying to put this into words.  I dunno when it started-  I dunno what made me want to tell you right now.  But I did.  And I fucking kissed you, and I did it because I love you.  This isn't a joke- Im serious! " There was silence between them then. Izuku's green hues stared intently into Katsuki's red ones. They stayed like that for a few moments before Izuku spoke. "....Kacchan.. I... I also have feelings for you.." it was weird to admit.  " But!"Katsuki blinked, waiting eagerly. He felt his heart palpitating fast. "..I can't trust you fully yet. I'm sure you know why.." Izuku played with his hands then. "I need you to show me." Katsuki swallowed hard,  but nodded a bit.  Of course Izuku couldn't trust him all the way. He knew the reasons as to why,  but it still hurt. It fucking sucked. But Katsuki's not a quiter. He took in a deep breath, before closing the distance between them."I'll prove it. I don't care how long it takes.  I don't care if its years or whatever.  I'm gonna show you and prove it. Im different than I was.." Izuku's, face softened as he listened.  He gave a gentle nod before reaching out to lace their fingers together.  "I know you are." They kissed again, this time it was mutual. Their lips moved together slowly, before parting. Katsuki then pulled the other in for a firm hug. It was going to be a journey together. It was going to be a bumpy road, it was going to be hard, and it was going to be long. But it was worth it. To be able to see Izuku smiling as bright as the sun, just for him. It was worth everything to Katsuki.

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@plt1127 asked me to answer all of the nct questions so here they are!! under the cut <3

The 7th Sense or Firetruck? the 7th sense invented innovation

Who’s your bias? Winwin!! my bb :(

Bias wrecker? taeyong? or yuta, i have a soft spot for renjun too 

When did you start liking SMROOKIES/NCT? A month or two before Limitless

Favorite vocalist? Doyoung has the absolutely most fantastic voice imo

Favorite dancer? Ten :( where is he :(

Favorite rapper? Marky mark (HSR really did him wonders I think)

Favorite NCT Life in Seoul episode? akjnsdfksn the first one where kun is rly awkward with doyoung and jaehyun jansdjkf iconic

Favorite NCT Life in Bangkok episode? umm i cried when ten met his teachers??????? like....rly cried

Favorite ship? yutae is so pure tbh but my heart is with nct/winwin,,...he’s truly the xiuharem of nct

Dance-line or Vocal-line? Vocal vocal vocal nct has such good vocals

Vocal-line or Rap-line? rap line 

Cute Taeyong or Sexy Taeyong? i guess sexy?? really...both are good but taeyong on stage is so special

Favorite member that hasn’t debuted? K U N my man....bias wrecker in the shadows.....waiting

What song are you most excited about on the mini album? well limitless is out but I’ll say that Back 2 U is everything

Favorite ‘The 7th Sense’ stage? from the comeback show music core but that one they did in feb in the sparkly suits.......iconic...i missed ten so much

Long hair Ten or short hair Ten? long :( bb

Curly haired Jaehyun or straight haired Jaehyun? c u r l y

What hair color do you prefer on Taeyong? black.....it just..looks correct

What concept do you wish that NCT would try next? i want nct 127 to try something 90s ish or just less pseudo hip hop streetwear like.....put on some pastels or somethin lkmasklfm nct dream i wanna see in sweaters like exo’s xmas comebacks :(

If you could choose the next sub-unit to debut, who would it be? lmfao um nct china ft all my mens.....im hollering at the thought of promotions with winwin kun and renjun and chenle....like..... pl e ase

Most underrated member? taeil? vocals of the century? i think he’s frequently overlooked bc he’s so reserved, also somehow haechan i feel like is disregarded as a vocalist :/

Most likely to get a solo debut? lmfao taeyong......he’s really gonna be taemin but ft rap there’s gonna be a new mini every year for taeyong

Would you rather see NCT on Running Man or Weekly Idol? i dont really care that much for nct on weekly idol their appearances on it are......underwhelming?? like the hosts spend too much time pointing out how weak nct is at variety lmfao but i think they’d be great on running man

If you choose our fandom name, what would it be? god who wants that job maybe techies? that’s terrible lmfao nctechies im laughing NCT-L final answer

First bias? whose first bias wasnt taeyong tbh

How long did it take you to learn all their names? technically i still haven’t bc i really dont know all of the rookies, but of those who debuted i think a week or two 

Who do you want to see NCT collaborate with? exo~ lay, specifically I’d love to see nct china line with lay

Favorite fancam? the one from gayo daejeon where mark runs from his chewing gum stage to the 7th sense lmfao

Once Again or Switch? Switch

If you could choose where NCT Life Season 3 is filmed, where would you choose and why? Beijing or Tokyo, I want to see the other foreign members be happy to be in their country and be comfortable sharing it w the rest of nct like ten did (i esp want this for yuta :( )

Where do you see NCT in a year? wildly overworked, full album for 127, debut of at least one more unit, and a mini for dream 

Which member has the best fashion sense? i dont trust a single one of them.....but probably mark

Has NCT ever made you cry? yep :-) i am overwhelmed w pride 24/7

How did you discover NCT? u know that clip of xiumin and mark from mickey mouse club....here we are now

Favorite teaser pic? jisung’s first and last teaser pic.....it’s truly a work of art

Bassbot or 0701 dance practice? 0701 tbh

Most handsome member? Jaehyun

Favorite pre-debut photo? all of chenle’s predebut pics

Did you pre-order the mini-album? no :(

Cutest member? winwin~ and renjun

Sexiest member? taeyong no butts about it

Member you want to bring home to your mom? winwin im sorry this is so......repetitive i rly just love him

If you had NCT in class, what member would you most likely sit next to? taeil or doyoung....their vibes are calming and the type that i usually look for 

What member are you closest to in age? winwin only bc jaehyun is a full year older than me and winwin is only 4 months older and im a year older than mark

What member are you closest to in height? Jeno/Haechan 

If you had to choose your ideal type, who would it be? .............winwin