#that's how you know my time of month is gonna start real soon....my biological clock is like 'PROCREATE *NOW*'

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

i am so suddenly insanely horny right now idk what to do with myself

[lettheladylead]

Not Your Aunt

Chapter 6: Dewey [ao3 link]

It’d been quite the week.

Goldie wasn’t sure where she stood amongst everything, but apparently Scrooge was actually the biological father (or at least the unknowing DNA donor) of Beakley’s granddaughter - the same one she’d convinced Scrooge to abandon in a forest in the middle of Florida just a few months earlier.

Not a great start to a relationship she never planned on having. As much as she liked Sharpie, she had no intention of getting to know all the kids in Scrooge’s life. It was starting to feel like a collection.

All the same, though, Goldie still found herself in Duckburg after the smoke had cleared. She didn’t want to interrupt Scrooge’s little family time, but she also felt like they should have a talk of some sort. Their adventure in Florida meant a lot to her and after being kidnapped and mildly tortured for what felt like weeks, she kind of just wanted to spend some quality time with him. It made her feel a little sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t fight the urge to hold his hand and kiss his cheek any longer.

So as Goldie always did, she broke into the manor. Specifically, she made her way into Scrooge’s bedroom, hoping to see him and have some fun and be on her way again. But as her feet hit the floor, she found the room empty and quiet. Not a soul in sight.

She checked the clock on the wall. It was well after dinnertime. Maybe the family was watching a movie together or something. She didn’t know what close-knit families liked to do in their free time, but that seemed normal. Goldie made her way out his door and tiptoed across the hallway towards the foyer.

“She deserves to know more about where she comes from!”

Goldie froze and quickly hid behind a banister as she heard a familiar voice come from downstairs. She peeked around the marble to see who he was talking to.

“Of course, but just try not to overwhelm her. She’ll be overjoyed to fill in all the blanks she can about your ancestors.”

“And she should be! McDuck blood is strong and tough and she should know the accomplishments that made her who she is!”

“...right.”

Goldie stared at Scrooge and Beakley, walking side-by-side and obviously chatting about Webbigail. It seemed like they were about to have a big family conversation, which meant Goldie wouldn’t be welcome nor interested in being present for a bunch of stories she’d heard a thousand times already.

She made her way down another hallway, trying to decide whether or not she should leave or just wait for Scrooge in his room. He could be hours and she didn’t feel like sitting around or taking a nap, so perhaps combing through some old treasures and stealing something from him would be a fun way to pass the time.

As she continued down the hall, Goldie’s attention was drawn to a loud noise coming from what she recognized as the boys’ room. The door was ajar and the lights were on, so maybe she’d say hi to Sharpie as she decided what to steal.

In her usual sneaky way, Goldie stepped inside of the room without being noticed. Even the creak of the door couldn’t grab anyone’s attention - especially considering what was happening inside.

She stared incredulously at the sight of Della’s blue kid - Dewey, she was pretty sure - holding up signs in front of a camera and happily talking about the exciting week he’d just had. He rambled for a good twenty seconds about his cousin and her clones and how his family just kept getting cooler and more interesting every day, so Goldie opted to cross her arms over her chest and lean against the bunk beds and watch him.

It took two full minutes before Dewey noticed her, and as soon as he did he let out a high-pitched chirp that would’ve warmed her heart had it not frozen over long ago.

“What are you doing here?!” Dewey asked with an accusatory pointed finger.

Goldie put a hand to her chest in feigned offense. “Why, Dewford Duck, am I not allowed to sit in on your little show?”

He squinted his eyes at her for a few moments and slowly put a finger to his chin. “Hmmm...I guess. But I meant, like. Why aren’t you with Uncle Scrooge?”

“He’s busy,” Goldie shoved herself off the beds and walked over. “So what is this?”

Dewey’s eyes lit up as he realized his guest was bored enough to listen to him talk about his favorite thing in the world. “This is….Dewey Dew-Night! It’s my talk show!!”

“You have a talk show?” Goldie looked into the camera. “People watch this?”

“Well…” Dewey tapped his fingers together on top of his little desk. “Not really. But I tape every episode in case one of them is good enough to submit to local TV networks! I’m expecting to get a response for my episode on the Moonvasion any day now.”

Goldie stood up straight and put her hands on her hips, looking around Dewey’s pretend studio and observing how he organized everything. “That invasion was several months ago. I don’t think they’re gonna get back to you, kid.”

Dewey pouted. “Yeah, well...maybe it was too much.” He shuffled some papers around on his desk and glanced up at her. “Can I interview you?”

“Excuse me?” she asked, turning around and raising one eyebrow in disbelief.

“Can I interview you for my show?” he asked again.

Goldie rolled her eyes. “What sort of stuff would you be interviewing me about?”

He tapped his hands against the desk and stared at her. “You were captured by F.O.W.L., right? Can I ask you about that? What happened and what you went through?”

“Oh.” She thought he was going to ask her questions about Scrooge or her history and she had no interest in sharing those kinds of things with a child. This, however… “...sure, I guess.”

“Alright!” Dewey got up from his seat and grabbed a dish towel off a shelf. He quickly wiped down one of the chairs for his guests and then sat back down in his usual spot.

Goldie shrugged and took a seat.

Dewey tapped his hands again, clearly amping himself up and getting excited. “So, so, so, so so so sooooo!”

Goldie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tell me everything that happened. I mean you, of all people, the great Goldie O’Gilt, were captured by agents of F.O.W.L.! They must’ve had ten men at once take you by surprise! Caught you completely off guard! You probably fought for your life!”

“Huh,” Goldie hummed. “I appreciate that this is the image you have of me, but it wasn’t nearly that exciting.”

“Aww...why not?”

“I did get caught by surprise,” she started, picking at the feathers at the ends of her fingers. “But I was knocked out pretty quickly. No big fight. Just me getting involved with Scrooge’s family drama, once again.”

Dewey stared at her suspiciously. “How’d they catch you by surprise?”

Goldie stared back, silently, debating what kind of answer to give him. The actual answer was a bit embarrassing for her to admit, and she didn’t plan on giving one of Scrooge’s kids that kind of ammunition. But she also knew the best kind of lie was one very close to the truth. “I got a text that I thought was from Scrooge. Said he needed to talk to me...and then what do you know? Not Scrooge. No talking.”

“Oh,” Dewey said, noticeably disappointed. “So you got ambushed? Knocked out with chloroform?!”

“It was some kind of gas, actually,” she responded matter-of-factly, ignoring the way he was trying to make her story more exciting. “Bomb shot in my face. Boom. Out like a light. Not my best moment, I’ll admit.”

“Well, you are pretty old,” Dewey said with a thoughtful finger in the air. “So what happened next? You woke up in a horrible cage, confused and trapped?!”

She ignored his ‘old’ comment and focused on the question instead. “Yeah, pretty much.”

He leaned forward and slammed his hands onto the desk. “Did they torture you?!”

“Oh, yeah. Big time torture.”

“Wait, really?” Dewey looked at the camera for a second and then back to Goldie. “That’s so scary. What’d they do?”

“They locked me up right next to Santa Claus,” Goldie complained, sticking out her tongue for disgusted emphasis. “I don’t know if you’ve met the man, but he’s an absolute dullard. I can’t hold a single conversation with him without getting annoyed.”

Dewey stared at her for a few moments, blinking silently. “...is that it?”

“What’d you expect? Cattle prods and the electric chair? They were just trying to get me out of the way, not kill me.”

“Oh,” he said, sitting back down. “I guess I should be happy that no one got seriously hurt, huh? Well except for Uncle Scrooge.”

“Eh, he can take it. He’s Scrooge McDuck, after all.”

“That’s true, he is!” Dewey nodded, looking at the camera again. “Alright so no big fight, no real torture…”

“That Santa thing was not a joke.”

“...so if you’re not here to get financial compensation from Uncle Scrooge, why’d you come here?”

Goldie looked confused for a moment. “...financial compensation?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you said it’s his fault you got caught up in his family drama so I figured you wanted him to pay up for all the trouble you’d gone through.”

“Huh,” she said quietly, trying to think of an appropriate response. “I genuinely hadn’t even considered that.”

“No?” He leaned over his desk again. “So...are you just here to visit? Like...hang out ‘n stuff?”

Goldie hoped her expression didn’t betray the lack of emotion in her response. “I suppose.”

“That’s kind of cool. Are you gonna come around more often?” Dewey asked, leaning on his elbows. “I know you and Louie are, like...friends or whatever, but you should know that me and Huey and Webby are all really cool, too! Or, well. Me and Webby are.”

She blinked slowly at him. The thought of her and Louie’s relationship being defined as ‘friends’ was odd, to say the least. “I, um. I’m not making any promises one way or another. Just wanted to see your Uncle and talk about things.”

Dewey looked at the camera and wiggled his eyebrows. “Oooh, things! Adult things? Like taxes and marriage?”

“Exactly like taxes and marriage.”

“If you guys get married, then you’d be Aunt Goldie, huh?” Dewey said with a smile.

Goldie’s eyes widened and for a brief moment she could’ve sworn she was looking at a preteen Della Duck again. The similarities between them were uncanny, but that little comment really caught her off guard.

“...I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

“Eh, well,” Dewey shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just call you Aunt Goldie anyway. Mom and Uncle Donald already do.”

Goldie held back a groan and just rolled her eyes instead. “They didn’t get my permission on that, you know.”

“Did you know them when they were my age?” Dewey asked suddenly, ignoring her comment. “I mean, you’ve known Uncle Scrooge for, like, a million years, right?”

“Not quite a million, but sometimes it feels like it,” Goldie droned. “Your mom was a lot like you when she was your age, you know.”

“I know!”

“...you know?”

“Yeah, two Christmases ago I traveled back in time and met her and Uncle Donald and we fought a wendigo together!”

“...yeah, alright.” Goldie sighed. “Scrooge still does his time travel on Christmas nonsense?”

“He didn’t last year, but I think that’s ‘cause he and one of his friends got into a fight the year I joined them,” Dewey mused, trying to remember who was who. “I’m not sure exactly what happened, but it seemed like a big deal.”

Goldie made a note of this to ask Scrooge about it later. “So you wanna hear some stories about your mom when she was a kid? I’m sure I’ve got something embarrassing I could tell you.”

“Well...I do absolutely wanna hear those,” Dewey said as he climbed onto the desk. “But also...I’m kind of curious about, um. About you.”

“Prepare yourself for disappointment, kid, I don’t like to talk about myself as much as your dear old uncle does.”

Dewey crawled forward and sat on the edge of his desk, dangling his legs over the side. “I know, I get that. Sort of. But, like...okay. So Uncle Scrooge told us you’re his ex-girlfriend, but then you were all dancey and smoochy and then you went on a date and we didn’t see him again for like two days and then the next time we see you you’re all smoochy again. And you’re friends with Louie now or something? So I’m just kind of confused, I guess? Like...mom and Uncle Donald don’t seem to trust you very much and Mrs. Beakley definitely doesn’t trust you at all and Uncle Scrooge says he doesn’t trust you but then he kisses you and why would you kiss someone you don’t trust, right? That’s just kind of weird.”

Goldie cleared her throat awkwardly. “Is there a question here?”

“Oh, right,” Dewey said, thinking back over his last sentences. “I guess, um...what’s your endgame?”

“My what?”

“Your goal?” He wiggled his legs back and forth. “Like...with Uncle Scrooge. And with us. Or do you have a secret huge family up in Canada that you give all your money to and that’s why you only show up every once in a while?”

Goldie, who’d been leaning on her elbow on the edge of the couch, lost her balance briefly thanks to the shock of his question. He really knew how to change the mood in a second flat. “I, uh…” She couldn’t help but glance at the camera and wonder if Scrooge watched his kid’s show. She doubted it, but still. “...I definitely do not have a secret family up in Canada. Or anywhere.”

Dewey nodded excitedly.

“Um... don’t you think asking for someone’s life goal is a little personal? You barely know me.”

“Really? They asked us that our first day in school,” Dewey said with a smile. “Plus I kind of know you! I know the stories we’ve heard from Uncle Scrooge, at least.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if those tales are entirely accurate.”

“I’m sure they’re not that far off!” Dewey stood up on the desk again and posed dramatically. “Like the time you two fought a bunch of angry kangaroos and then rode them through the Australian desert!”

“...that’s true.”

“Or when you sailed through the Bermuda Triangle, saving both of your lives from an evil giant squid!”

“I don’t remember the squid, but you’d be surprised how many times I’ve fought one of those.”

“That’s so cool!” Dewey pointed two finger guns at her. “I’ve only met a giant squid once so far, but I’m hoping to add a few more to my repertoire over the next few years!”

Goldie ran her fingers through her ponytail and sighed. “You really are Della’s kid, aren’t you?”

“Did you know she was gonna name me Turbo?” Dewey asked excitedly, changing the subject once again. Goldie wondered if he always did that or just during his little interviews. “Apparently Uncle Donald knew about it and still chose Dewford which is totally insane! Turbo! I could’ve been Turbo!”

Goldie raised an eyebrow and let out a short chuckle. “You’re a funny kid.”

“Thanks!”

“Got any other questions for me?” Goldie asked, wondering how long it’d been since she last checked her phone. It felt like an hour but something told her it’d probably only been about ten minutes.

“Well you still didn’t answer my last question,” he answered as he settled back into his chair. “It just seems like you’ve come around a lot more in the past two years than you did ever before so if you’re thinking of marrying Uncle Scrooge and moving into the manor, you should let me and my audience know!”

“That’s a lot of assumptions to make based on a handful of house visits.”

“I’m not hearing a no…” Dewey leaned forward again.

“And you’re also not hearing a yes.” Goldie crossed her arms over her chest and crossed one leg over the other.

“Ahh, always so mysterious, Glittering Goldie O’Gilt!” Dewey said while staring directly at the camera. “Oh, that reminds me! You’re a singer, right? Or you used to be?”

Goldie felt a tiny bit surprised by that question and then a wave of embarrassment for being surprised. “...did Scrooge tell you that?”

“Yeah! And some other stuff. But I wanted to ask you something really important!”

“...which is?”

“I was thinking of reworking the Dewey Dew-Night! theme song and I’d love to get your input! I dunno if you ever did any song writing, but just getting advice from someone else with musical ears would be great for my chances of getting picked up!” Dewey held up his phone. “Can I play it right now or should I just send you a link and you’ll listen to it later?”

Goldie shook her head, realizing she would never be able to predict where this kid went. He was definitely not like Scrooge in that department. “Aaaand that’s my cue to leave.” She finally stood up, brushed non-existent dust off her pants, and gave Dewey and his camera a little wave before moving towards the bedroom door. She enjoyed this little waste of time (for the most part), but she had no interest in listening to some loud screechy theme song or answering questions about her days in Dawson.

“Aunt Goldie, wait!” Dewey shouted, hopping over his desk and rushing to grab her hand before she could leave the room.

She sighed and looked down at him. “What?”

“I just wanted to say that, well. If you did wanna come around more and hang out or move in or join the family or whatever...I think that’d be cool.”

Goldie blinked down at his genuine little expression and felt a tiny bit of heat come to her cheeks and her heart. “...that’s...very sweet of you to say, Turbo.”

Dewey’s eyes lit up as Goldie made her way out the door and he did a little butt wiggling dance in celebration. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted Louie to ask for Goldie’s number. He stopped in front of his camera and posed. “I’m sure she’ll listen to the theme song later today, probably just wanted a nice quiet spot in the house to really feel the music. I can’t wait to hear what she has to say. It’s gonna be Turbo-tacular!”

[blesspastacraig]

A Year in Review

I wanted to creat a list of sorts of everything I wrote in 2020, since I managed to do a lot.

Here’s my one shots:

Not Alone - Published 08 Jan 2020

"I keep telling you, I don't want to go" Craig complains as he burps one of his two newborn twin daughters. His mom, thankfully is burping the other. Craig knows he should be nicer to her but two newborns has him at the end of his tether.

"I know but I'm going to keep pushing you until you do" she says, swaying and patting Daisy's back.

or Craig and Tweek bond at a young parents group because they're the only two people with twins.

New Beginnings - Published 19 Feb 2020

Tweek doesn’t want to push her, so they’re both a little cautious of one another. Tweek doesn’t want to barge in and fill a role she hasn’t given him yet. She’s never had a second parental figure before, and Tweek doesn’t want to force himself into that slot. He barely feels worthy of being the father to his biological child, let alone a stepdad figure to this poor little girl who’s life he’s just invaded.

Or Tweek takes Craig's daughter to a daddy daughter dance because Craig is unable.

Love Chooses You - Published 29 March 2020

He's heard the phrase that you can't choose who you love before, and really, right now he knows it's true. Damien never would have chosen to love Pip of all people.

Rebuild - Published 11 May 2020

“I’m flying Craig!” Tweek cries from the top of the concrete slab. Craig doesn’t answer, only sighs. He sinks down knowing he’s gonna let it happen. He doesn’t want to let it happen but the alcohol has made him slow. Kinda in the same way the drugs have made Tweek fast. They’re out of sync with no way of catching up until sobriety. So Craig just watches, letting it happen. Like he’s watching his own body do nothing. The inner voice tells him to move, to stop it but the body can’t unstick itself from the ground.

Coming Out - Published 20 May 2020

If Tweek is being honest his friends were Craig’s friends, originally. Now they’re his friends too but before Tweek had been a bit of a loner. Not by choice, but for whatever reason kids at school either didn’t like him or just didn’t know he existed. He spent most of his time alone, reading books, studying, playing music or anything one can do alone to ease boredom. For the longest time he’d been the freak and now he actually had friends, like, for real.

Red Racer and Ice Cream - Published 12 June 2020

He could leave, but he knows Tweek will start worrying about him. Tweek is having a good night, he seems pleasantly drunk and is having a great time with Jimmy and Token. Craig doesn't want to wreck what is shaping up to ve a good night for Tweek. It's taken a while to get Tweek to really feel comfortable in social situations like these. He wants Tweek to have the best night he can.

Much Ado About Theatre - Published 15 June 2020

"It's in english stupid, just old english" Tweek reminds Craig.

"Whatever I don't get it. It's like reading gibberish" Craig says dismissively, clearly frustrated.

"Why are you -nghh- taking this class then?" Tweek asks, purely curious. It's not just Shakespeare Craig seems disinterested in. He seems uncomfortable onstage as a whole.

"Because you're taking it" Craig admits sheepishly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Sure - Published 19 June 2020

Craig gets his first piercing and Tweek accompanies for moral support. They talk about facing fears and the future.

or Tweek is covered with piercings and tattoos and Craig is a body mod virgin.

Firsts - Published 02 July 2020

Craig likes having a Birthday in the winter. It's kind of a good excuse for only inviting like, four people to his gatherings on the excuse they can't go outside. Craig was never big on the schoolyard politics, even when he was small. The idea that he had to have the biggest party, or the most extravagant and have to decide who or whom not to invite stressed him out. He likes having the excuse that he only had a small house, and that his Birthday was in winter in Colorado, so that he can only invite his best friends and be done with it.

or Craig and Tweek's first birthdays together as boyfriends.

Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Serotonin, Oxytocin and Vasopressin - Published July 11 2020

Tweek sighs boredly as he stirs the potion in his cauldron. It's not that he doesn't like earning a living making potions for people and casting spells but it's so much of the same thing. It's always love potions, that's all he makes these days.

Distracted - Published 26 July 2020

Tweek and Craig needed this break so badly. He feels kind of bad for Craig's mom, who is probably going to have a sleepless night babysitting their son. But holy shit, they needed this.

Stir Crazy - Published 14 August 2020

Craig Tucker: Tucker baby coming 2020! We could not be more excited to announce that Tweek and I are having a baby! There's no one else I'd rather go on this crazy journey with. - with Tweek Tucker.

or Craig is pregnant in quarantine.

Source Decay - Published 16 August 2020

Craig still hasn't taken off his wedding ring. He knows he should, but he just hasn't found it in him yet. He knows Tweek hasn't either, he's seen it in pictures even though now they've been separated longer than they were together.

Baby’s First Skateboard - Published 10 September 2020

Craig and Tweek never really grew out of skateboarding. They do it less often than they did before becoming parents, but they still do their best to make time.

You’re the Boss at Home - Published 18 September 2020

So he has mixed feelings about his last day. He knows he'll miss working, he's always been a working person and he knows he won't like sitting at home waiting to go into labor. But also, he doesn't have to deal with everyone fussing over him being pregnant anymore.

Little Star - Published 03 October 2020

This can't be happening to him, he can't have a baby! What would he do with a baby? He doesn't know. He doesn't even know what he's going to do when he goes into labour. He knows, inevitably he will. That he will go into labour, the baby has to come out some way and it's gonna hurt. He knows all this, but he can't bring himself to ask for help. He knows he's in trouble but he doesn't know how to ask for help.

Baby Love - Published 02 November 2020

Craig tries to swallow down the pain. He can't yell or cry out. Everyone will know then. He has to stay quiet or else everyone will know. He bites down on his lip hard and crouches on the floor near his bed. He has to just breathe, if he breathes through it he can make it. He knows he can.

This Time Around - Published 12 November 2020

Tweek knew he was pregnant with his second child straight away. It was a 180 from his first pregnancy, where he took months to figure it out. When he was pregnant with his first child, his son Teddy, he didn't really have much in the way of symptoms besides being hungry all the time. That was pretty easy to dismiss and write off. They weren't trying for a baby, so Tweek had no reason to assume he was pregnant. He only worked it out because he began showing.

Whatever We Are - Published 22 December 2020

It's hard because Stan isn't quite sure what he is to Kyle. Is it just sex? Is it more? Does Kyle maybe wanna make it more official soon? Stan doesn't know. He knows he loves Kyle and he'd pretty much do whatever Kyle wants. But for now, he's just enjoying the intimacy.

Temptation - Published 24 December 2020

Being summoned is kinda annoying. It's kind of like being asleep, super deeply and then pulled into the bright bustling world with no warning. It's no wonder most demons are angry and violent.

Tweek is an imp, so he's more on the mischievous, poltergeist side of the spectrum. He still scares the shit out of most people who summon him. Usually kids with ouija boards who don't know what they're doing. It's whatever, Tweek usually chases them for a bit, makes them scream and that's enough mischief for one day. Tweek can choose to appear by choice, and leave when he wants to but he rarely does. Humans are mostly annoying, so he stays in his own little world until some idiot summons him.

Traditions - Published 25 December 2020

"I hate Christmas" Craig sighs, looking around at all the lights and decorations. He glares at all the people bustling around. Don't they have homes to go to? He rests a hand on his swollen stomach, he certainly wishes he was home.

Here’s My Multichapters, completed and ongoing:

The Sound of Silence - Completed 25 January 2020

15 Chapters

Craig manages to find himself alone, jobless and a new parent. He struggles to put the pieces of his life back together and build something new for both himself and his daughter.

Don’t Break Me - Completed 26 March 2020

2 Chapters

"What are you -ngrhh- accusing me of?" Tweek growls.

"Literally nothing Tweek, I'm accusing you of your health improving? Isn't that good?" Craig huffs in annoyance. He's sick of his intentions being misinterpreted.

Insight - Completed 10 April 2020

2 Chapters

Craig listens to the incessant ticking of the clock on his wall. He can’t actually see it, it’s night and all the lights are off. But he can hear it, a constant reminder of the passing of time. He knows he should sleep, he really wishes he could but it’s just too hard. Knowing Tweek isn’t here but not knowing where Tweek is. He can’t help but worry even though he has so much more to worry about. His mom would tell him off, tell him he needs to rest but this thing with Tweek has him so messed up.

When We’re Older - Completed 04 July 2020

10 Chapters

When they're older they'll start again. They'll get married, find a house, do it all right. Have children when the time is right and build the loving, nurturing home they both have always wanted.

Stowaway - Completed 14 July 2020

3 Chapters

He's slowly beginning to accept it himself, yes, he's pregnant. He knows it but he's not quite ready to face the consequences yet. He didn't intend to get pregnant, he just got too drunk at a party and had sex with a childhood friend. Consensual but unprotected. He feels stupid now.

So he hides them, the baby, like a little stowaway.

Algorithm - Completed 12 August 2020

5 Chapters

Craig shakes his head. He looks at the homemade bracelet which spells Craig on Tweeks wrist. His heart breaks thinking about how Tweek will cut it off once he knows the truth.

Two for the Price of One - Completed 26 August 2020

4 Chapters

Craig has never been one to succumb to baby fever. He knows a lot of people in his profession do. Both he and his husband, Tweek, professional lives revolve around babies. Newborns too, and while Craig acknowledges that babies may be cute, other people's kids have never really triggered some urge to have his own.

Hungry - Completed 11 September 2020

2 Chapters

Tweek has heard about cryptic pregnancies before. He's seen I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant before, people saying they didn't have any nausea, felt normal, didn't put on weight. This isn't quite that, Tweek gained a small amount of weight. He felt fatigued, but he just put that down to stress. He didn't feel nauseous unless he had a headache, so it was really easy to blame that on the headache. The real only symptom he's had is the hunger. He doesn't think it's far fetched that he didn't realise, surely?

or Tweek doesn't realise he's pregnant because his only real symptom is being hungry all the time :)

Creek Week 2020 - Completed 02 November 2020

7 Chapters

My contribution for this years Creek Week 2020

All seven of these are short snippets of either fics I intend to write, or AU's I have left unfinished. But I thought it might be fun to share small excerpts.

Complicated - Ongoing, Last updated 08 January 2021

18 Chapters Published, 20 Chapters all together.

Craig kind of has an image. It's not that he's pretending to be someone else, but he likes to be perceived as aloof, cold and quiet. He's nice to people who truly know him, but he doesn't like to be perceived as soft from the outside. People already think he's kind of weird, and putting up those walls really helps him to keep unwanted people out. His boyfriend sees his sensitive side, his friends do and his family do. The rest of the world gets a cold shoulder, at least until he gets to know someone and decides to let them in.

Craig and Tweek figure out an unplanned pregnancy, Craig learns families come in all shapes and sizes. Especially LGBTQ ones.

AO3 Statistics:

Word Count: 261512

Hits: 22599

Works Published: 31

Top Five Fics by Hits:

1. Complicated

2. When We’re Older

3. The Sound of Silence

4. Stowaway

5. Hungry

All in all, not a bad output. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, leave kudos and comment. ❤️

[raeofgayshine]

A Sanders Sides FamILY Christmas, Or Whatever- Part 1

Christmas Is My Favorite 

Roman and Patton are excited for Christmas, but Virgil and Logan aren’t so sold on the idea of getting started already. After all, it was only November 1st. 

Set in The World We’re Gonna Make Verse. This is the first of several Christmas Themed Fics I have planned to write for the verse. Can be read as a stand-alone, or along with the other fics you can find here. Read it on ao3.

Warnings: Christmas, Sympathetic Deceit 

The first thing Virgil was aware of when he woke up the first day of November was just how cold, and by extension empty, the bed was. Unsurprisingly he was the last one awake, as per usual, although usually, Roman slept in long enough he was still hanging around by the time Virgil woke up. They all knew how cold Virgil got when he was left alone, it was one of the reasons he still refused to sleep in his own bed even now when the nightmares came far and few in between. Worse, Virgil realized when he sat up and looked at the clock beside Patton’s bed, it was hardly 9 in the morning. Far too early to be awake on a Saturday, especially the night after Halloween.

‘It was outrageous’, Virgil thought to himself, pulling his hoodie closer around him as he finally got out of bed, shivering slightly in the change of temperature. God he hated waking up cold. It was going to take forever to warm up, and until he did someone was going to have to deal with him clinging to their side and taking their heat. Preferable Logan, or Roman, both of them were like heaters. As good of a cuddler as Patton was, he was also just as cold as Virgil typically was, so it wasn’t a good way for either of them to warm up.

“Ah, good morning Virgil.” Logan greeted, looking up from his book as Virgil trudged into the room, eyes only half open. Virgil didn’t respond verbally, but he did walk over a take a seat next to Logan, burrowing into his side in an attempt to gain some warmth. Logan chuckled, shifting to wrap one of his arms around the younger boy and moving his book to rest on the arm of the couch. “You’re up early.”

“Cold,” Virgil said as a way of explanation, a small smile crossing his face as he snuggled closer to Logan’s warmth. “Even Ro was up already.”

“Yes, well that is because he and Patton have been busy since early this morning,” Logan replied, rolling his eyes as glanced towards the kitchen, where the duo had disappeared half an hour ago. “I do not know exactly what they are up to, but I imagine it cannot be anything good.”

“Hmm, where’s Dee at?” Virgil asked, turning his head so that his voice wasn’t so muffled and Logan could understand him better. “Did he go home already?”

“If you mean has his nanny called asking where he was yet, the answer is no,” Logan said, bitterness creeping into his tone, and Virgil couldn’t stop himself from laughing softly as Logan’s protective mother instincts kicked in. It wasn’t a secret that Logan hated Dee’s family situation, and given the chance they were all fairly sure the 12-year-old would gladly fight Dee’s parents. If they were ever actually around, that was. “I doubt she’s even noticed he hasn’t come home yet.”

Logan wasn’t exactly a fan of Dee’s nanny either. Dee wasn’t either, which was why he had resisted going home last night after they returned from trick-or-treating, going as far as to hide himself in the bathtub (where he wound up, in turn, falling asleep) when Thomas went to take Remy and Emile home so that he wouldn’t have to go as well.

“Dee prefers it that way.” Virgil pointed out, thinking of all the times they had found the younger boy alone around town, and how much happier he was that way.

“Regardless of what he prefers, it is irresponsible,” Logan muttered, and Virgil hummed in agreement, not wanting to push the topic any further. Silence fell over them for a minute, until Logan remembered the question Virgil had asked. “Dee got up with Patton and Roman this morning to help in their escapades, but he too apparently got cold before long so found a patch of sun to fall asleep in.”

Virgil snorted softly. “Are we sure he isn’t part snake?”

“That is biologically impossible Virgil. How on earth would Dee be part snake?” Logan asked, genuine confusion slipping into his voice, and Virgil bit back a sigh as rolled over so he was facing Logan.

“It... it was a joke, Lo,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes at the older boy. “You really take everything I say too seriously.”

“Ah, forgive me, Virgil,” Logan replied, smiling apologetically at Virgil, who waved it off his eyes already closed again. Silence fell over them for a few minutes and Virgil began to drift off back to sleep, but just before he was able to, Patton and Roman came into the room dragging several boxes overflowing with decorations, which they dragged to the middle of living leaving a trail of noise and mess behind them.

“What on earth are you two doing?” Logan asked, raising his voice slightly to get their attention, scaring Patton who dropped his box and in turn startled Virgil, who sat up so quickly for a moment Logan was afraid he was about to sprint from the room.

“What does it look like we’re doing, Sherlock?” The sound of Roman’s voice was enough to bring Virgil back from the edge of his panic, although an annoyed scowl fell on his face as he leaned against Logan still tired but no longer able to sleep.

“We’re decorating for Christmas!” Patton exclaimed, pulling out a handful of garland from one of the boxes, smiling brightly as he held it up for Logan and Virgil to see. “We decided to start with the living room cause that’s the first thing you see, but we’re going to do the whole house if we have enough stuff.”

“It’s November 1st,” Logan said slowly, looking between the two boys with a small frown. “Yesterday was Halloween. Christmas is still another two months almost.”

“Which is exactly why we have to start decorating now!” Roman grinned, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he looked around the room, eyes wide with the vision he and Pat had come up with. “We’re already behind! My mom would start decorating as soon as the clock struck midnight, and we’re well past that by now.”

“Roman’s got a bunch of plans on how to make this the best Christmas ever,” Patton said to Logan, smiling at the younger boy who was now slowly unpacking the box he had drug in. “Isn’t it exciting Lo? It’s our first real Christmas. Our first one as a complete family!”

“I still do not understand why the two of you feel the need to start now,” Logan said, his eyebrows creasing slightly as he tried to understand the logic behind the pair's actions. “I mean, do you really need this long to celebrate Christmas?”

“I agree with Lo,” Virgil muttered from where he sat pressed against the older boy’s side, completely curled in on himself and chewing on his lip as he watched the decorations slowly begin to spread out on the floor. “What’s so fucking great about Christmas you need to celebrate it for this long anyway?”

“What’s so great?” Roman gasped loudly, dropping the wad of lights he had pulled out back into the box in shock as he turned towards Virgil, eyes wide in disbelief. “What’s so great?”

“That’s what I asked, yeah,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes at Roman’s dramatics. “It’s just a stupid cash holiday.”

“How dare-“ Roman scoffed, clearly offended by Virgil’s thoughts against Christmas, but before he could finish his sentence Patton was starting to sing.

“I can't believe the time is here. To deck the halls and spread some cheer!”

Roman grinned brightly, joining him as they continued

“It is our favorite season. Though we can't place the reason. Christmas is our favorite time of year!”

“Okay, you just kinda stated stuff we already knew.” Virgil deadpanned, sharing a look with Logan who had equally not entirely bought into the idea the pair were selling

“Yeah, we get that you like Christmas, but what is it about Christmas that you like?” Logan asked, prodding for a deeper answer which Roman seemed more than happy to answer

“Hoho! I'll tell you! We'll wrap our presents good and tight. And shower Christmas trees with lights.” Roman sang, wrapping a strand of lighted garland around Virgil and Logan as he sang, scrambling to plug it in. Patton laughed as the pair sudden burst into light before singing

“Oh, yuletide carols we shall sing. Though I'm not sure what "yuletide" means. But Christmas is my favorite silent night!”

Unamused, Logan removed the lights from around him and Virgil before standing up, brushing off a few loose needles that had fallen on his shoulders before asking the pair “So, you're about the decorations hanging everywhere?”

“Don't sing.” Virgil scowled, curling in on himself more now that he was alone and still very cold.

“The couples under mistletoe, And snowflakes in the air?” Logan continued, ignoring Virgil’s interruption, although he did send the younger boy an apologetic smile.

“Lo, please,” Virgil pleaded, needing at least one person on his side against the onslaught of Christmas the two were trying to drown them in.

“The Christmas morning presents That you open with excitement and delight! So am I right?” Logan finished, looking sure that he had gotten the right answer.

“Not quite,” Roman said a slight frown on his face that made Logan respond in shock

“What?!”

“I love the bells on Santa's sleigh” Roman explained, sitting next to Virgil and throwing an arm around his brother as he sang “And all the reindeer games to pla-a-ay”

“Get to the point before I vomit.” Virgil pushed Roman away from him, his scowl deepening as the youngest cheer never seemed to fade despite Virgil’s attempts to dim the mood.

“I can't just put my finger on it. But Christmas is my favorite holiday!” Roman finished, laying his head on Virgil’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his stomach, knowing that Virgil could never resist a hug while cold, even if he was upset with the others. “I know my reasonings unclear”

“But I’m still smiling ear to ear!” Patton took over, wrapping Logan in a hug of his own, catching the oldest off guard who could only frown as Patton continued to sing. “Call me "Saint Nick" 'Cause I'll keep giving So long as I can keep reliving!”

“Christmas is our favorite time–” Roman joined in for the last few lines, harmonizing perfectly with Patton as they finished “Don't ask about reason or rhyme. Just know that it’s our favorite time of year!”

“That… was not exactly an answer to the question either one of us asked,” Logan frowned, looking around the room at just how much stuff Patton and Roman had managed to drag out in the short time since they have arrived. “Does Thomas even know that the two of you have all of this planned?”

“You could say that.” Patton grinned mischievously, sharing a look with Roman that had Virgil narrowing his eyes at the pair. Before he had a chance to ask what they were up to though, Thomas burst into the room carrying a box of his own, singing

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go.” Thomas set the box down on the floor, smiling at the four boys when he noticed them gathered there. “Good morning kiddos. Logan, Virgil, are you two going to help us decorate for Christmas?”

“Not you too,” Virgil groaned, burying his face in Roman’s hair despite the younger boy’s protest that he would mess it up. “Why is everyone in this house so in love with this stupid holiday?”

“Sorry kiddo, it’s Sanders family tradition,” Thomas chuckled, ruffling Virgil’s hair affectionately and eliciting a hiss from Virgil in response that had him quickly pulling his hand away. “We always go all out for Christmas. And that includes starting the day after Halloween ends.”

“I still think it is far too early to be practical,” Logan said, a slight frown on his face and for a moment Virgil felt hope flutter in his chest that Logan was still on his side about this being a stupid idea.

“However, if it makes Roman and Patton happy, I am more than willing to participate in this decorating. It will go much faster if we all work together, and once it is done we will be able to move on.”

Virgil’s scowl returned to his face as he pushed Roman away from him again, climbing off the couch with the full intent of returning to bed when Patton grabbed his arm, looking confused and a little concerned “Virge? Don’t you want to help us decorate kiddo?”

“It’s too cold to decorate, I’m going back to bed,” Virgil mumbled, pulling his arm free and heading out of the living room before the others could stop him. There was no way in hell he was going to help decorate for some stupid dumb holiday like Christmas, that was for sure.

“Have I missed something?” Thomas asked, staring after where Virgil disappeared for a moment before turning to the trio of kids left. “Is there something going on with Virgil?”

“He complained when he first woke about being left alone in bed cold,” Logan said, knitting his eyebrows together as he tried to figure out if there were any other signs of something being wrong.

“Maybe it’s just a bad day?” Patton suggested, looking just as lost as Thomas and Logan. “That happens sometimes.”

“Maybe…” Thomas agreed, not looking entirely convinced, but also not having another answer. “He might also just need some more sleep, he isn’t usually up this early.”

Roman who had remained silent up until now stood up, drawing attention to himself as he went to follow Virgil’s footsteps.

“Ro, where are you going?” Patton asked the youngest of the group, causing Roman to stop and turn to face them with a sad look on his face.

“I think I know why Virge is upset,” Roman explained, his voice a little softer than normal, but he was determined as he added, “So I’m gonna fix it.”

“Roman I’m not sure-” Logan started in an attempt to stop Roman before he could make things worse, but Roman simply ignored him and marched out of the room to find Virgil.

Silence fell over the remaining three in the living room, until after a few minutes Patton finally asked: “So should we start decorating without them?”

“Maybe you and Lo can go bake some cookies instead while we wait,” Thomas suggested, smiling gently down at the pair to hide the worry still clear in his eyes. “Ro was so excited to decorate, I don’t think it’s fair to start without him.”

“Perhaps we could make Virgil’s favorite cookies in order to cheer him up,” Logan added, and instantly Patton’s face lit up at the idea, and he grabbed Logan’s hand excitedly, dragging him towards the kitchen.

Thomas watched them go still smiling, but the second they disappeared from the room it fell into a frown. Something was going on with Virgil, something only Roman seemed to have the slightest clue about, and Thomas had no idea how to help except to sit around and wait for the two to return and see if things were okay. He wished that there was more he could do, but after months of taking care of the boys Thomas knew that pushing for an answer only ever made things worse.

So he just had to wait, and hope, and pray that everything would be okay and that Roman would be able to help Virgil with whatever problem he was dealing with. And until then, he should probably make sure that Logan and Patton didn’t get into too much trouble in the kitchen.

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Genre: Misogyny; Prince!au; fluff; fantasy; reincarnation

Summary:

In a society where magic has been constructed and used on a daily basis, a misogynistic society, where men ruled and women had no right to speak, Kim Shinjae -now known as Y/L/N Y/F/N- was reincarnated. She lived a happy life, a peaceful life. But it came to an end that one rainy, dark night. Here in this new society, she’s forced to adapt to these new circumstances.

Based on the webtoon/novel: they say I was born a King’s Daughter.

Y/N’s POV

I woke up to see the Princess still soundly asleep. Trying not to wake her up, I quietly stood up and went to go get ready. When I got out of the shower, I saw the princess sitting in her study area, reading through some books.

“Good Morning, Princess.” I greeted, still drying my hair.

“I told you to stop calling me that, and good morning to you too.” she greeted.

“You should go get ready now.” She got out of the chair and went to get her clothes.

“Yeah, we have breakfast soon and I’m pretty sure the king and the princes are gonna be there too so, prepare yourself.” she left to go get ready.

They’re gonna be there too? Damn. what have I got myself into??

When she finished getting ready, we went out to go to the dining room. Some people were already there though, preparing the silverware. I looked over at the table.

“Do you eat like this every day?” I looked shocked at the decor around the dining room giving off the already ‘palac-y’ vibes.

“Well, I kind of have to don’t I?” she giggled.

“I mean like, don’t the women of the palace and the men of the palace get separated?” I was dumbfounded.  

“Normally, yeah. But I guess that’s not always the case, right?” she sat down in her seat. “Come, sit here.” she pointed at the seat next to hers.

“So… we just wait?”

“We’re like a couple minutes early before the actual breakfast time.” She looked at the enormous clock on the wall.

“They should be here so-” c

“JUNGHWA!~” a voice cut off her sentences. “I haven’t seen you in so long~” the man started hugging Junghwa like there's no tomorrow, smiling widely while his eyes turned crescent.

The man had bleached blond hair, his bangs reaching the top of his eyes.  He was wearing a Saint Laurent, signature Yves collar printed shirt, top button unbuttoned, and long red pants. He wore black dress shoes to top this look off.

“Brother, I saw you yesterday before I left.” She pouted.

“Oh, this must be the person father was talking about.” he looked at me, arms still around Junghwa. “Don’t hurt my Junghwa, in any shape or form, or I will murder you, with my own bare hands.” he threatened.

“O-okay…” Damn boy no need to get all defensive…

“Brother, please don’t scare my guest.” Her sweet voice coming in again. “It breaks my heart to see you angry at someone…” She hugged her brother back.

He looked at her and started stroking her hair. “Don’t worry, I won’t okay? Don’t cry yeah? Don’t worry. Big brother just wants to protect you…”

“Leave her alone please, Brother….” she hugged him tighter.

“...Okay.”

“Yah! Park Jimin. Who gives you the right to hug MY sister first?” I looked over to see a man with greyish blue hair reaching his eyes, red velvet shirt with long black pants and dress shoes. He wore a long earring on one side of his ear as well.

“What do you mean, YOUR sister? She’s MY sister too, the.” They started arguing.

“Um, No. She’s mine.” The other one spoke.

“I’m sorry, who was born first?”

“Yeah, by a couple months so what? That just proves you're old” he stuck his tongue out.

They started fighting, “Oh, shut your mouth.” the blonde one used his powers, lifting the greyish blue haired up in mid-air.

“Oh really?” the greyish blue haired used his powers to life the blonde in mid-air too.

“Oh, would you shut up? So loud in the morning.” It was the man from last night! He had bluish mint hair, bangs reaching his eyes, he wore a white v-neck, tucked in his black leather pants, under a black suit, unbuttoned. Last, he used a black choker to finalize his look. He flicked the two princes away.

“YOONGI! DON’T INTERVENE THIS IS OUR FIGHT!” the greyish haired said, stopping in mid-air.

“You guys stop fighting over Junghwa. She’s my biological, blood-related sister.” The man from the forest came in rubbing the back of his neck. Jungkook was it? His name.

“You know how they are… let’s just leave them be.” a man with dark hair, parted to the side, using a black basketball tee under a dark green suit with dark green suit pants and white sneakers.

“At least Hoseok isn’t here…” Jungkook sighed as he took a seat next to Junghwa, “Good morning sis,” he patted her head.

“What is this ruckus early in the morning?” a voice boomed from the doorway. Instantly, the two guys fighting stopped, standing straight.

“Good morning, Father.” They bowed.

“Good morning, Father.” the others followed.

“Good morning, Father.” Junghwa stood up and bowed as well.

Quickly, I followed them and bowed as well.

“Everyone, sit.” Everyone went over and sat down in their respective seats. “Namjoon and Hoseok went out this morning.” he declared.

It was awkward, to say the least. Very awkward. The food came after a couple minutes and, due to the ‘traditions’, I waited for everyone to eat before I could eat myself. But there was one person, one damn person that refused to eat. He was staring at me.

Dude… eat your food. I’m hungry and want to eat.

“Yoongi, eat your food. It’s getting cold.” The man with dark hair instructed.

He hummed in response, eyes not looking away.

“Sorry… they were kinda loud…” Junghwa apologized when we entered her room.

“That’s okay…” I stepped into the room as well.

“They didn’t introduce themselves, so I’ll do it for them.” she started off. “The first one to come in is Jimin, Park Jimin. He can be really scary when he’s mad but if you get to his good side, or better, he’ll act that way. The second person to come in was Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. He’s the same age as Jimin so they’re really good friends with each other. Then there’s yoongi, he’s a little grumpy in the mornings and doesn’t really warm up to a lot of people if you do get him to warm up to him, he’ll be the sweetest person you’ll ever meet.”

Yoongi… that’s his name…

“Next we have Jungkook, my blood-related brother. You’ve met him. Then, Seokjin or Jin as I like to call him. He’s really sweet, a real prince if I must say.” she giggled. “Anyway, the other two aren’t here today. They went out somewhere I don’t really know but, those two are Namjoon, or Joonie as I like to call him, and Hoseok or Hobie.”

“Hobie?”

“Yeah. It’s a cuter way to say ‘hope’ since he’s a really cheerful person, of course when you get to know him.”

“I didn’t see any other female expect you there…”

“Oh, that? It’s the after effect” she smiled. “Come, I’ll tell you about it.”

We sat down on her window seat, she was looking out the window, as if thinking of how to say what she was going to say.

“It’s just… Since I was a kid I’ve just been able to kind of make them like me… is that weird?” she half smiled.

“No, of course not.”

“Yeah. it’s just since I was a kid, you know with how they treat women in this society right? Yeah, I just kinda tried to mingle with them and tried to impress them and all those things and somehow, it worked.” I could tell she didn’t really anticipate the outcome that comes to be.

“How’d you do it…?” I was cautious but, I really just wanted to know.

“One, intelligence. It’s actually one of the key ones. If it wasn’t for it, My father would honestly act towards me how he does with other women.” she explained. “I don’t know how I knew those things but, I just did. And that leads me to be liked by my father, and Namjoon. With Jungkook, he’s my blood-related brother, so I just kinda followed him around and played with him. Let’s just say I was a very obedient little sister who knew how to bribe her brother.” she smirked at the last sentence. “It wasn’t hard to bribe him. Just gave him sweets is all.” she giggled.

“Then there’s the trio. I was basically their doll or dog, whichever you liked to call it. They would treat me like a dog yet, dress me up like a princess. They found me cute though they were mostly influenced by the other brothers. The hardest to crack was Yoongi. He always had that stone face of his that no one can actually crack. I don’t actually remember what happened with him. He just started acting caring somehow.” she shrugged.

“What about Seokjin?” The only prince she didn’t mention was him.

“Jinnie? He was always kind to me since the beginning.” Well…

“Hey... Junghwa? Why are you telling me these anyway? Aren’t these supposed to be your secrets? What if someone hears us or if someone were to know?” I was scared. Although she was maybe trusting me, someone may hear and tell this secret off to someone else then, I’ll just be blamed for it and killed since she only told me and I do NOT want to die this young.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I know I just met you like what, yesterday? But I just feel like I’ve known you for years and I just can’t help but want to tell you everything. It’s like we’re sisters or something…” She looked out the window again.

Sisters… ha, I wish she was here with me then at least we can overcome it together.

“Oh,” she looked at me, examining every feature. “You kind of look like someone…”

Now being able to see her clearly, she looks like someone I know too… then, it clicked.

“Shinhye…”

[vampirequeenoffan]

Roundabout

I should be sleeping right now but I got this dumb idea stuck in my head and I needed to write it. This was a poor use of my time.

Have powen domestic hurtcomfort with a side of vampire!Parker.

Owen was crying.

That was what Parker had woken up to, the sound of muffled, constricted sobs. For a moment, PJ didn’t move, just stared up at a ceiling that should have been dark and let his slowly awakening brain try to figure out what to do.

Davey had walked in on Owen like this before. PJ only knew because his brother had immediately come to him for help after Owen had freaked out, scrambling to his feet with tears still streaming down his cheeks and throwing the nearest thing to hand, a heavy textbook that would’ve done Davey some serious damage if he hadn’t managed to slam the bedroom door before it came flying through.

I mean, Jesus Christ Parker, I was just trying to ask what he wanted on his pizza! How the fuck am I supposed to know when he’s having a breakdown? He’s always completely fucking silent!

At least he hadn’t tried to muscle his way in to hug Owen again. It was a tactic that had always worked on Parker but had made Owen climb out of the window and disappear for a week. When Parker had finally found him again it had only been by tracking the familiar scent of a split lip and knuckles.

Humans couldn’t hear it when Owen cried. But Parker could.

He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and bracing instinctively for the shock of cold floorboards under his feet. It didn’t come– which he guessed he should’ve been used to by now. Five months without body heat and he still couldn’t remember that he was colder than anything else in the house.

His room was bright with the blue-cast light that streamed in through his window. The hallways were just the same, lit by the moon like it was right over PJ’s shoulder. He’d never try to switch to nocturnal time, not ever, but it was definitely easier on his eyes at night when the lights were turned off. No risk of getting a headache.

He flicked the hall light on, then the living room light when he reached it. The harsh yellow glow made him squint, especially since he’d just woken up. He pushed through it, though. He eyed the pile of DVDs on the coffee table that never quite got put away, trying to find a realistic choice. Lilo and Stitch? That would be ideal, but too obvious. He had to pick something he’d have chosen to watch on his own.

Spider-man it was, then.

The glowing green display on the DVD player read six AM, which Parker knew meant it was actually more like three. Any other night, he’d have kept noise to a minimum out of courtesy to his family and to Owen. Tonight he was loud on purpose, cracking open the DVD case with a rougher motion than was probably necessary, loading the disk with a little too much force on the player buttons. He grabbed the remote on his way back to the couch, fiddling with the volume. With his hearing, he could listen just fine when it was only turned up to level five.

He glanced back down the hallway over the back of the couch, eyeing the closed door to Owen’s room. He turned up the TV as it loaded the DVD’s main menu, playing the Spider-Man theme at a volume of twenty. He pressed play, then sat back to wait.

He’d made it about twenty minutes into the movie when Owen emerged from his room. Parker heard the door opening even though Owen was clearly trying to be quiet about it, but didn’t acknowledge the sound. It wasn’t until Owen was standing in the entryway between the living room and the hall that Parker turned around, hooking his elbow over the back of the couch as he paused the movie.

Owen looked rumpled. His hair was a mess, which objectively speaking could’ve been blamed on sleep, but wouldn’t explain how his eyes and nose were both redder than usual. He was wearing black-cat print boxers tonight along with his usual sleep shirt, an old tee of Davey’s that just said bollocks on the front in block lettering.

Parker aimed his best apologetic smile at him. He hoped it looked genuine.

“Oh jeez, sorry, did I wake you up?”

Owen huffed, pushing his bangs up out of his eyes so he could properly glare at PJ. He was good. If Parker didn’t know better, he wouldn’t have been able to tell the annoyance wasn’t real.

“Oh, don’t worry, you didn’t. I woke up all on my own when my subconscious turned out a nightmare of shitty sixties music that is only allowed to still contaminate the face of the earth due to the misplaced nostalgia of thirty-something shut-ins who still live in their mom’s basement. Hey, do me a favor if you ever actually get a homicidal urge and pick them off first, okay?”

Parker made a face. Yeah, okay, even if he had actually woken Owen up, any remorse would have been gone after that little tirade. “Sor-ry,” he repeated, and this time it meant the exact opposite of that.

Owen glanced around the room, then let his eyes fall back on PJ. “Why are you even awake right now? Wake up from a wet dream about webs here and have a sudden throbbing need to acquire fapping material?”

“Ugh, no. Gross. I just couldn’t sleep.” Parker turned back to the TV, still paused, and fiddled with the remote. Left hand, right hand. Left hand. “I know Nocturnal Yearning doesn’t really exist but tell that to my biological clock. S’probably just the placebo effect?”

“Or,” Owen began, and– yes!– he entered the living room, plopping down on the end of the couch with a fffmph of fabric and stuffing. “You’re a fucking teenager. Wow, so revolutionary. If you need fancy fucking words like placebo to make you feel better you can always just say your Circadian Rhythm’s off. Remember your mom read a study on that?”

No, he didn’t. His mom read a lot of studies, more than Parker could really keep track of.

Sometimes Owen payed better attention to his family than he did.

Parker shrugged, glancing to the side. Owen always seemed to be competing with himself to find the most bizarre position to relax in, and tonight was no exception. One of his legs was thrown over the arm of the couch while the other was drawn up to his chest, toes curling tight over the edge of the cushion beneath them. His left arm was trapped half behind his back while his right was wrapped around his torso, hand– from what PJ could make out– trapped under his hip. His head lolled against the back of the couch, looking for all the world like it would fall off if there wasn’t anything behind it.

His eyes, though, were laser-focused on PJ.

PJ returned the stare.

“You have nice freckles,” he said, because it was true– they were like pale ink splatters against Owen’s skin, a spray of marks that only grew darker as Owen flushed and looked away. The tips of his ears turned bright red. Davey had joked more than once that if he only got Owen angry enough he could get them redder than his hair.

“Christ on a fucking bike, if you’re trying to flatter me out of being pissed that you woke me up I’m gonna punch you.”

Parker hummed in the back of his throat, seeing an opportunity. “Oh, um– if you really want something to make it up to you, I could get you a snack or something? I could make popcorn or–”

“There’s peanut butter cup ice cream and I’ll be fucked backwards into hell if Davey’s gonna finish it off before I get any,” Owen interrupted, and PJ grinned.

“Alright, just give me a second.”

A second was actually about two minutes as PJ piled three giant scoops of ice cream into Owen’s evil genius mug. Davey had almost been inclined to agree with the second half of that statement for once when Owen had pointed out to him that there was no rule saying that you couldn’t eat ice cream out of a mug, that it made it more portable, and beyond that, you could then drink it if it got melty enough. Davey’s work desk was now cluttered with about fifteen mugs with silver spoon handles sticking out of them. Every two weeks they vanished, only to be replaced just as quickly.

Parker handed the mug off to Owen and Owen buried his face in it immediately, shoveling a heaping spoonful of chocolate and peanut butter into his mouth. Parker wrinkled his nose.

“You’re gonna get a brain freeze.”

“Fuck ofph.”

“Can I start my movie again?”

“Ugh. Fine.”

They watched in silence for a while, interrupted only by the television and the tiny clinks of Owen’s spoon against porcelain. If Parker listened, he could hear Owen’s heartbeat. He tried not to listen. Eventually, when the mug was empty, Owen set it down on the floor in front of him, settling into a much different position than earlier. Now it was like he was trying to shrink out of existence, both knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them, drawing them even closer.

“This movie is such bullshit,” he muttered, but it lacked venom.

He fell asleep soon after. His breathing evened out, then deepened, pulse slowing down. When Parker glanced to his left, Owen’s forehead was resting on his knees, hair tumbling down about his face. His eyes were closed, the arc of his eyelashes bright against his skin.

Parker shut off the TV, grabbing the blanket that was thrown haphazardly over the back of the couch. He draped it over Owen carefully, hoping against hope it didn’t wake him. . . and when the redhead stayed sound asleep, he carefully backed away.

He turned off the lights on his way back to his own room, returning the house to its gentle blue glow. There was only so much room on the couch, and besides– Owen didn’t like other people nearby when he was sleeping.

Parker would take care of his mug in the morning.