#then i will go out for a special burger with the sister

[lovetheorem]

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[cxffecoupx]

vernon as a girl dad

girl dad! vernon fluff, crack, a little smut, requested warnings: reader has a womb, vernon and his daughter sharing one braincell, sex (only a little though) wc: 771 writer's notes: it's been too long so i couldnt wait to post this (read: i didn't proof read this). to the anon who requested it, i'm so sorry for the long wait😭😭 but i really hope you understand and forgive me and that you enjoy it :) do lemme know your thoughts!!

girl dad! hansol who zones out during the birth of your babygirl. like, man's just stood there like🧍‍♂️while you're screaming out in the pain and frustration. he seems motionless, but trust that he's just processing the whole situation. like, what do you mean he's having a new member in his family? a little proof of your love for each other? he needs some time to compose.

girl dad! hansol who does not get overwhelmed for some reason. it's funny cause you just bawled your eyes out to him like, two hours after giving birth, and he's sitting beside you, one hand holding your hand and stroking it, and the other carefully cradling your daughter, who sleeps oblivious to all this chaos.

girl dad! hansol who becomes hesitant with your daughter. he knows he isnt the best to take care of her, and constanly worries if he'll end up doing something wrong. asks you every minute about what he should do, or why she's crying, or how to burp her. he's like a little boy trying to take care of his little sister.

girl dad! hansol who LOVES it when his baby plays with him. he'd be just sitting there, and she crawls over, pulling the ends with his pants to get his attention. he lifts her up on his shoulders, while watching the program on the tv. the next moment he feels her pulling his hair and his ears and he starts blushing and giggling. you sit beside from them, watching his giggles elicit hearty laughs from your daughter.

girl dad! hansol who secretly worries if your daughter will like the room he's taken so much effort to decorate. he's tailing along as you take her to her new room; he eagerly watches her as her tiny eyes look around the room; he ends up beaming with pride and joy when she squeals and runs to him for all the beautiful decorations. he feels so happy his heart threatens to explode and his cheeks hurt from smiling too hard.

girl dad! hansol who is eager to spend some alone time with you. dont get him wrong, he would love to spend every waking moment with his little girl, but it's been too long without any intimate touch and it has slowly driven him crazy. so the moment his sister, Sophia, is out the door with your daughter, his mouth is on yours and his hands on every inch of your skin, like he's trying to remember what your body felt like before all this beautiful chaos.

you're giggling, watching his rush and eagerness, but he takes no time to silence you and replace them with moans and whimpers as he slowly relishes you. his tongue moves with a new grace and vigor, and all thoughts to remain silent leaves your mind as you call out his name repeatedly throughout the night.

girl dad! hansol who is beyond ecstatic over the fact that his daughter and he share the same love for food. who steals food from your plate and ends up indirectly teaching his daughter the same. so now, when you have burgers and fries on special nights, you remain extra cautious because one moment of distraction could lead to the crunchy fries and half a burger going missing.

girl dad! hansol who looks forward to fridays for movie nights with his favourite girls. you both have always had this ritual, but now with a new member along, he takes this as an opportunity to pass on his love for movies to his little princess. by 8pm, you prepare caramel popcorn and vanilla ice cream as she rushes to sit on her daddy's lap and pick the movie to watch.

girl dad! hansol who begins to slowly learn along with his baby. hearing you talk to your daughter about the importance of expressing emotions helps him understand that hiding them only pains those who love him. catching himself laughing loudly over some antics of his girl's make him realise that laughing out loud only brings more happiness to your life. watching his babygirl go from hearing her mother read stories to her to reading those stories on her own made him worry of the fact that time passes by too quick. he starts to cherish every laugh they share, every hug they have, every silly little competitions they keep.

and although his worry still remains, he likes to push it away with the thought that there's no other people he'd rather watch the sunsets and sunrises (that bring the calm after the chaos of crying over sleep and getting ready) with.

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 7

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Part 6 -- Part 8

Series Masterlist

Breakfast is a quiet affair. You're still trying to get your head around your strange husband. He feels like a walking contradiction. Angry, but apologetic and seemingly caring. You weren't too hurt to notice how strong his arms are as he moved you to the sink. He looked so stern and serious that, combined with the unexpected touch, you were certain he was going to lose his temper at you. Instead, he apologized.

"This food is so good," Jake comments. You realize he's already eaten most of his plate! "You're such a good cook. Where'd you learn how?"

You flinch a little at the question. "You're going to think I'm a horrible person," you preface. "The kitchen was one of the few rooms in the house my family never went to so I asked some of the staff to teach me cooking so I'd have an excuse to stay in there." You stop eating, waiting for him to tell you how horribly ungrateful you are to your family.

"That's smart," Jake nods. You look up at him, but he seems sincere. "What? You needed to get away from time to time and, while you could have just said you were managing the kitchen, you instead take the opportunity to learn a skill. Plus, that way you never have to rely on someone else to cook for you. Very smart."

"Oh, um...thank you," you sputter as you get back to eating.

"I'm guessing that's why you went to college? Like me in the military it was a good reason to get away?"

You nod and gather your courage before answering, "I even specialized in shark conservation so I'd have an excuse to be out in the middle of the ocean. Away from anything and everything resembling wi-fi or phone networks."

He chuckles, "I had similar scenarios, but in the middle of jungles. All I'd have is a sat phone or something that would only occasionally work." He pauses to take a few more bites. "Honestly, I think one of the reasons I went into Coms and Tech is so I could learn to detect if my phone was bugged by my parents."

Both of you go quiet again for a bit, alternating between bites of food and sips of coffee.

"Um," you start, "would, can I ask..."

"Feel free to ask me anything," Jake assures.

"Do you have any food preferences I should know about? Things to avoid? Things you're allergic to?"

Jake smiles, "no allergies, as far as I know. And I am, by no means, a picky eater. You cook, I eat, simple as that."

"Okay, um, what's, what's your favorite food?"

He thinks for a minute. "Honestly, I'm a sucker for a good cheeseburger. I know, I'm pretty basic like that."

"It's a comfort food?"

He takes a breath, "maybe. Growing up, my parents had almost complete control over my diet. In high school, me and a couple friends would sneak out for lunch and hit up the burger place down the street. It was the closest I had to rebellion."

Your eyes go wide. "That's...I never could!"

"It was definitely stupid," Jake agrees. "I'm not sure what would've happened if we got caught, but we needed some way to act out. I didn't want to become a bully, I didn't have sports as an outlet, so I needed something else."

Silence falls over the two of you again for a bit.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," Jake starts. "Why sharks?"

"They have such a horribly undeserved reputation," you begin. "So much so that they're over-fished and almost no one cares. They get mutilated for a delicacy and they did nothing wrong! They're incredibly important to the ocean's ecosystem but because of some stupid movie series no one bats an eye when they get hunted to extinction. It's just...not fair!" Your emotions start catching up with you so you so talking for fear of being taunted and sneered at for being "too sensitive".

"You're really sweet," Jake says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Have you been able to do any conservation things since graduating? Like a fundraiser or something?"

You hang your head in embarrassment. "Mother and Father would never allow it. Said they didn't want the family name associated with cold blooded creatures for fear of the comparisons the press would make."

"That's bullshit," Jake softly exclaims. "You can't even make an anonymous donation or something?"

You bite your lip, trying to gauge how much you can trust him.

Jake sees your reaction, "have you already been? Going behind your parents' back?" You stay silent. "If so, I seriously congratulate you! That's dedication to your cause and a sign of how strong you really are."

You're glad you're keeping your head down so he can't see the shock on your face. You really do hope he's sincere. That he can be trusted.

After a bit more silence Jake starts grabbing up the plates. "Guess I should keep my end of the deal and get to work on the dishes. Thanks, again for the delicious breakfast."

"It's not a problem," you whisper, fighting the urge to clean up for yourself.

At that moment you hear the door to the penthouse open and Jake's father loudly proclaiming, "we're here!"

Part 6 -- Part 8

Series Masterlis

Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn;

@icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[tosomeonessomeone]

soaked.

words・ 2.5k /pairings・Bang Chan x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ none

As you strolled down the familiar streets of your hometown, memories flooded back from your childhood. The laughter, the adventures, and the bond you shared with Christopher Bahng, the leader of Stray Kids, seemed like a distant yet cherished echo.

Christopher, or Chris as you fondly called him, had always been your partner in crime. From building makeshift forts in the backyard to dreaming about conquering the world with your talents, your friendship knew no bounds.

Years had passed since Chris left your small town to pursue his dreams in South Korea. The world had known him as a rising star, a beacon of talent and charisma leading Stray Kids to fame and success. But to you, he was still the same old Chris, the boy with endless dreams and an infectious smile.

You were lounging on your couch, scrolling through your phone when a message pops up. 

Chris: Hey, you there?

You: Yeah, what's up?

Chris: I'm back in town for a break. Let's catch up over dinner tonight?

You: Definitely! It's been ages since we hung out. Where do you want to go?

Chris: How about that burger joint we used to love?

You: Sounds good! See you there at 7?

Chris: Perfect! Can't wait to see you!

You grin, excited to see Chris after so long. Memories of your mischievous adventures flood back as you head to the burger joint.

As you arrive, Chris is already there, leaning against the wall, looking as cool as ever.

"Hey, stranger!" you exclaim, approaching him.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, you! Long time no see."

You both settle into a booth, exchanging stories and laughing like old times.

"So, how's life as a K-pop star treating you?" you ask, taking a big bite of your burger.

Chris rolls his eyes playfully. "Oh, you know, the usual. Dance practices, fan meetings, and dodging crazy rumors."

You chuckle. "Must be tough being an international heartthrob."

He shrugs. "Eh, someone's gotta do it."

Throughout dinner, you reminisce about your childhood antics, from building forts to pulling pranks on neighbors.

"Remember the time we tried to skateboard down that steep hill and ended up in the bushes?" Chris laughs, shaking his head.

"How could I forget? We were lucky we didn't break any bones," you reply, laughing along.

As the night wears on, you realize how much you've missed Chris's company. Despite his fame, he's still the same goofball you grew up with.

During dinner, in between bites of burgers and sips of soda, Chris leans in and asks about your life.

"So, what have you been up to, besides stalking me on social media?" he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink before replying, "Oh, you know, the usual grind. Work, family stuff, trying not to embarrass myself too much."

Chris nods, genuinely interested. "How's work treating you?"

You shrug. "It's been busy, but I can't complain. Pays the bills, you know."

He nods sympathetically before his expression brightens with curiosity. "And what about your family? How's everyone doing?"

You smile, glad to share. "They're good, thanks for asking. Mom's still the same old mom, doting on everyone. Dad's busy with his projects, and my sister's off on her own adventures."

Chris nods along, listening intently. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he leans in a little closer. "So, any special someone in your life? Or are you still single and ready to mingle?"

You roll your eyes, but there's a hint of laughter in your voice. "Oh, you know me, Chris. Still navigating the treacherous waters of singledom."

He laughs, giving you a knowing look. "Well, if you ever need a wingman, you know who to call."

You both share a laugh, the easy banter flowing between you like it always has.

As the conversation continues over dinner, you can't help but inquire about Chris's fellow Stray Kids members.

"So, how are your kids?" you ask, genuinely interested in catching up on his bandmates.

Chris's eyes light up as he talks about each member, sharing anecdotes and updates about their lives and careers. He laughs as he recounts their latest shenanigans during practice and on tour, painting a vivid picture of the bond they share.

"They're all doing great, still causing chaos wherever they go," he chuckles, a fondness evident in his voice.

Then, with a playful smirk, you decide to turn the tables on him. "So, Chris," you begin, raising an eyebrow playfully, "what's the deal with you? Any lucky lady catching your eye these days, or are you still playing the field?"

Chris chuckles, running a hand through his hair before settling back in his seat. "Ah, the eternal question," he quips, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "As for my relationship status, let's just say I'm enjoying the single life for now."

You nod, understanding his stance. Being in the spotlight can undoubtedly complicate matters when it comes to romance.

"And what about all that flirting with fans?" you prod, unable to resist teasing him a bit. "Are you just a professional heartthrob, or is there more to it than meets the eye?"

Chris laughs, his grin widening. "Ah, you caught me," he admits, his tone light but genuine. "Flirting with fans is all part of the game, you know. It's about connecting with them, making them feel special. But at the end of the day, it's all in good fun."

You nod, appreciating his honesty. Being a K-pop idol comes with its own set of rules and expectations, after all.

As the night wears on, you continue to chat, trading stories and laughter until the restaurant begins to empty out around you. Despite the fame and the distance that separates you, tonight feels like old times, a reminder of the enduring bond you share with Chris, your childhood friend turned international superstar.

You and Chris make your way back home after dinner, laughter echoing through the streets, you can't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. The rain pours down relentlessly, catching you both off guard, but instead of seeking shelter, you find yourselves caught up in the moment, running through the streets like characters in a romance movie.

"This is insane!" you shout over the sound of the rain, unable to contain your laughter as you splash through puddles.

Chris grins, his eyes alight with exhilaration. "I know, right? Who knew we'd end up in the middle of a monsoon?"

You exchange glances, the sheer absurdity of the situation only adding to the sense of adventure. With each step, the rain pelts down harder, soaking you both to the bone, but neither of you cares. In this moment, nothing else matters except the sheer joy of being alive, of feeling the rain on your skin and the thrill of the unexpected.

As you round a corner, a small awning comes into view, offering temporary refuge from the storm. Without hesitation, you both dart beneath it, breathless and exhilarated, the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Wow, that was intense," you gasp, trying to catch your breath as you lean against the wall.

Chris nods, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tell me about it. Remind me to check the weather forecast next time we decide to go out for dinner."

You both burst into laughter, the shared moment bonding you even closer together. And as you stand there, drenched but deliriously happy, you can't help but feel grateful for the simple joys of friendship and spontaneity.

Chris chuckles, his laughter mingling with the sound of raindrops. "Well, you know what they say about spontaneity."

"Yeah, it definitely keeps life interesting," you reply, glancing up at the darkened sky above.

You glance up at Chris, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. His eyes meet yours, sparking with an intensity you've never seen before, and in that moment, everything else fades away.

Feeling emboldened by the electric energy between you, you reach out and take Chris's hand, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. Without a word, you continue running through the empty streets, the raindrops falling around you like a symphony of whispers.

As you round a corner, a small square comes into view, the cobblestones slick with rain. The soft strains of music drift through the air, beckoning you closer. With a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you stop and turn to face Chris.

"Hey, do you want to dance with me?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris's eyes widen in surprise, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. But then, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he nods, his hand tightening around yours.

"Absolutely," he replies, his voice low and husky.

Together, you step onto the rain-soaked cobblestones, the world around you fading into a blur of colors and sounds. In this moment, there is only the two of you, moving in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the rain.

As you stand there, laughing, dancing, and soaked to the bone, you can feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken tension hanging between you like a delicate thread. The air crackles with anticipation, charged with a magnetic energy that draws you closer together with every passing moment.

And then, in a bold and unexpected move, Chris reaches out, his hand finding yours with a gentle urgency. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a fire that burns brighter with each heartbeat.

With a wordless understanding, he draws you closer, his body pressed against yours in a dance as old as time. The rain falls around you, a steady rhythm punctuating the silence as you move together in perfect harmony.

His touch is electric, sending shivers racing down your spine as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. Time seems to stand still as you surrender to the pull of desire, your heart beating in time with his, as you drown in the depths of his gaze.

In that moment, with the rain falling around you and the world spinning madly on, Chris leans in and kisses you. It's not a fleeting touch or a casual gesture – it's a declaration, a moment of raw and unbridled passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

His kiss is electric, sending shockwaves coursing through your body as you surrender to the intensity of the moment. Every brush of his lips against yours sets your heart ablaze, igniting a flame that burns brighter with each passing second.

In that stolen moment beneath the stormy sky, you lose yourself in the intoxicating rush of sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of rain and the feel of his touch. It's a moment suspended in time, a glimpse into a world where passion reigns supreme and love knows no bounds.

As the rain continues to fall around you, you cling to each other, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of emotion. And in that moment, with Chris's lips pressed against yours, you know that you've found something worth holding onto, something worth cherishing for eternity.

You both break from the kiss, a shared breathless moment passing between you as you gaze into each other's eyes. The rain continues to fall, a gentle cadence echoing the pounding of your hearts.

Chris's voice breaks the silence, soft but filled with emotion. "Wow," he breathes, his eyes searching yours as if trying to unravel the depths of your soul.

You smile, feeling a rush of warmth and affection wash over you. "Yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Wow indeed."

There's a tangible energy between you, a connection that defies explanation. It's as if the universe itself has conspired to bring you together in this moment, under the cloak of a stormy sky.

Chris reaches out, his hand finding yours with a tenderness that takes your breath away. "I... I didn't plan for any of this," he admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You squeeze his hand gently, reassuring him with a smile. "Me neither," you confess, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you like a comforting embrace.

For a moment, you simply stand there, lost in each other's gaze, the world fading away around you. In this moment, there are no expectations, no uncertainties – only the shared promise of what could be.

And as you stand there, hand in hand, you know that no matter what the future may hold, you'll face it together, bound by the unbreakable bond of love and possibility.

You can't help but let out a nervous laugh, the tension of the moment giving way to a lightheartedness that feels like a balm to your soul.

You shake your head, still incredulous at the whirlwind of emotions that brought you to this moment. "Who would've thought a rainy night and an life update dinner would lead to... this," you say, gesturing between the two of you with a mixture of disbelief and affection.

Chris smiles, his gaze softening as he looks at you. "Sometimes, life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it," he muses, his tone thoughtful.

You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. "Yeah, I guess it does," you reply, your heart filled with a newfound sense of hope and possibility.

As you stand there, sharing a moment of levity in the midst of the storm, you realize that sometimes, the most beautiful connections are forged in the unlikeliest of circumstances.

Chris breaks the moment with a nervous laugh, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. "Um, so... I guess I should probably.. you know.. say something here, huh?"

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours. "Go on, Chris. Lay it on me."

He takes a deep breath, his expression earnest yet endearingly shy. "Okay, here goes. I... I've always admired you, you know? From the moment we met as kids, you've been this constant presence in my life. And tonight, being here with you, dancing in the rain... it just feels right."

Your heart swells at his words, touched by the sincerity in his confession. "Chris, that's... that's really sweet," you reply, unable to suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. "I have to admit, I've always had a soft spot for you too."

He blinks, surprise evident in his eyes. "Wait, really?"

You nod, feeling a surge of courage wash over you. "Yeah, really. I mean, who else would I want to dance in the rain with?"

Chris's laughter fills the air, a melody of joy and relief. "Well, in that case, I guess we're both pretty lucky, huh?"

You nod, feeling a sense of lightness settle over you. "Yeah, I'd say we are."

And as the rain continues to fall around you, you both stand there, hand in hand, sharing a moment of laughter and connection that you know will stay with you long after the storm has passed.

[sweetprfct]

Under The Summer Heat

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe had agreed to keep your relationship under wraps for a while now. During your work company's summer BBQ, you couldn't help but feel alone because Joe was in London, while you were across the ocean. You felt alone until... you weren't.

Author's Note: This was based off of a dream I had last week, and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I decided to write it down. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Wordcount: 5K

It was a secret.

Supposed to be. 

It had been. 

Now, you weren’t sure anymore. 

It only has been a few months since your relationship started and due to the fact that you weren’t really someone special, you both decided to keep this under wraps for now. Just you and him knew about it, and your sister, Camille, since she was there to witness the beginning of all of it. The three of you had been keeping this secret really well, and you were actually handling it well even if there were times where you just wanted to tell your best friends all about it. 

It was too risky. 

You told yourself, so you kept your mouth shut. 

So, here you were. You found yourself standing in front of your mirror, fixing the belt of the mini flowy summer dress that you were wearing. It was a Friday, and your work company was holding the annual summer BBQ picnic at a lake park. You and your sister, who also worked together from the same company, were sort of dreading it because it was hot, and you two weren’t really sure if you really wanted to spend your Friday afternoon hanging out with your colleagues that you basically see everyday. 

However, your team was already expecting the both of you to come, so you two decided to give in and maybe just stay for an hour. Carpooling together, Camille drove the both of you towards the lake park and saw the rest of the company employees arriving at the same time. Exiting out of the car, you were greeted by the California summer heat. It felt heavy, and you hated the feeling of it. 

Music blasted around the park, and there were activities getting set up. The BBQ catering company that they rented were already grilling the burgers and hotdogs, while the rest of the volunteers were finishing up with the bouncy houses for the kids. It was a company party where you could bring a friend or family as a plus one. Of course, everyone had their children, husbands, boyfriends, or girlfriends with them. 

You and your sister were just there. You both sort of felt left out. Not that everyone brought a plus one. But it seemed like everyone might as well, right? 

“Let’s go find the team.” Camille murmured. 

Nodding your head, you walked down the park and said hi to some colleagues that you passed by. They had big smiles on their faces and complimented you with how cute you looked in your dress. Just right by the empty tables, you found Maya and Adeline, who were part of your team.

“Where’s everyone?” You asked. 

Maya shrugged her shoulders, adjusting her glasses and scanning the park to see if she could recognize anyone from your team. Sitting down next to them, you let out a sigh and watched everyone else talk amongst themselves. You didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t really know what to do. Awkward silence blanketed the four of you as you all sat and waited for the rest of your department to show up. You all always felt like an outcast from the rest of the company. You all had your own little group, and you all enjoyed each other’s company rather than when you all would talk to other members from a different department. 

When the rest of your department finally showed up, you could feel the atmosphere suddenly shift. The rowdy chaotic team that you had suddenly were now all talkative and spitting jokes around with each other. You couldn’t help but smile and join the conversations until they had announced that lunch was ready. 

“It’s the same food every year.” You heard one of your colleagues from another department complain.

You were in line getting the food and somehow, some employees in this company were already half drunk. The party literally just started and lunch was just being served. It was barely noon. 

“Honestly, it’s good.” One of the women chimed in as she picked up a piece of hotdog.

“They can’t afford anything else but the same catering every year.” Another joked as they all laughed together. 

Shaking your head, you ignored the little jokes they made and continued on through the line. You hated the negativity of others all the time, and it just really pissed you off sometimes when you heard conversations like that. It was almost like if they weren’t grateful, then why were they here? They could have just gone home instead. 

“Hey! Stop it!” One of your team members, Eden, laughed at the end of the line. 

You smiled as you watched your team teased each other. That was what made all of you different from the other departments. You all knew how to work as a team and wouldn’t speak so negatively even if things were difficult sometimes.

“That’s ten dollars for each piece of hotdog, Eden!” Maya teased him. 

“And the hamburgers are twenty.” Adeline added. 

You passed by and walked up behind them and said, “Yeah, and I’ll collect the money.”

“No, no.” Eden argued, shaking his head. “This is free! This is a company party, dammit!”

You all laughed together as Eden groaned when he dropped his hotdog from his plate.

“Ooo!” You all exclaimed in unison, teasing him even more. 

“Eden, you’re wasting food!” Adeline accused him.

“Shush!” Eden shook his head as he picked up another hotdog.  

You all laughed together as you walked back towards the tables, finding your seat back at the benches and joined the rest of your team. Everyone talked amongst themselves as you ate your food and listened to them. You didn’t know why you were sort of having a low energy at the moment, which wasn’t you at all. You usually were bubbly and happy. You couldn’t help but blame the California heat for making you feel heavy.

Other colleagues that you knew from other departments would pass by and say hello to all of you. Some would come by and give you a hug and compliment you with your dress. Some of the employees here in the company seemed nice, and you could tell who were the ones that were stuck up. For some reason, every time there was a party, you could always see everyone’s fake façades disappearing. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Camille cursed under her breath, sitting next to you. “She’s here.”

“Who?” You looked around the park. 

“Sophia!” Your sister whisper-yelled.

“Oh.” 

Sophia was your sister’s work crush, and they have been talking to each other lately. However, Camille has been feeling as if whatever it was between them wasn’t going anywhere. It was one of the reasons why she was dreading coming to the picnic because she was afraid Sophia would show up. She was certainly even more terrified that maybe today was going to be the day she would find out that maybe Sophia had a boyfriend all this time.

You furrowed your brows and scanned your eyes around the park, but you couldn’t seem to find her.

“Was she alone?” You asked.

“Yes.” Camille tilted her head. “Actually, I don’t know. I saw her walking alone.”

“Okay, then go!” You pushed her off the bench. 

“No!” Camille argued, sitting back next to you. “Maybe her boyfriend is parking the car or something!” 

“Oh, there you guys are!” 

The both of you were interrupted by Bea. She was you and Camille’s work mom. Her husband, Ethan, used to be your department manager until he decided to retire. You both saw him as your work dad also. Next to the both of them was Marley. She was their daughter and also your “sister” since both her parents basically had become your “adopted” parents at this point. Marley also just started at the company.

“Hi!” You greeted Marley, getting up from your seat and pulling her into a hug. 

You and Marley were about the same age. You both got along better because you both liked the same things more than her and Camille. You figured maybe because Camille was a couple years older than the both of you. 

“You look cute! I love this dress!” Marley smiled. 

“Well, you look cute too!” You grinned happily. “Did you guys just get here?”

“Yeah, I had to drag their asses because they were taking forever to get ready.” Marley rolled her eyes at her parents. 

“We’re gonna go get food. We’ll be back.” Bea said. 

You waved at them and then, you heard a familiar voice calling out Camille’s name and immediately, she hitched her breath and turned to see Sophia walking over to where you all were. You smirked at your sister before sitting back on your seat and letting them talk alone for a while. It didn’t take long for Marley and her parents to come back with a plate of their food and join the rest of you. Everyone started talking to each other again, and you couldn’t help but keep looking back at your sister, who was still talking to Sophia. 

“Don’t you think that guy is cute?” Marley leaned in, whispering. 

You followed where her eyes were looking and found a man with blond hair and blue eyes, talking to one of his colleagues from his department. You knew him, but you never really talked to him before. Usually, you would talk with Marley about men and dating but then, you realized that none of the people here knew about your current—secret— relationship. Marley didn’t know that you weren’t single anymore. So, you decided you had to play the part. 

“Um… he’s okay.” You elongated the word ‘okay.’ 

“I think his name is Jake? I never really talk to him besides saying hello if we passed by each other.”

“Okay, but what about you?” Marley nudged you on your arm with her elbow. “Do you find anyone here cute?”

“No.” You shook your head, answering her question too quickly. “I mean… Not really. I’ve been working here for three years, and I never found any of the men attractive.”

“Really?” Marley’s eyes widened in shock. 

“Hey, Marley.” Bea called. 

Both of you turned your attention to Bea, who was pointing at the bouncy houses. 

“You guys should go and play there.” Bea teased.

“Okay, but you have to join us, mom!” Marley replied. 

“Oh no. I want to see all three of my daughters over there having fun.” 

You laughed with Marley as Marley whispered, “The woman is fucking crazy, I swear to God.” as you laughed with her. 

Walking around the park later that day, your eyes studied everyone drinking, talking and playing games on the grass. Some were sitting on the folding chairs or on the picnic blanket they all brought in. You couldn’t help but think about Joe and wished that he was here. Sure, you were having fun with your friends, but it felt like something was missing. You wished you were able to show and introduce him to your friends. 

“Hi, sir.” You smiled when you saw the Director of your department, Keith. 

He was standing by the bouncy houses, watching the kids play. 

“Hello, how are you?” Keith smiled. 

“Good. How are you, sir?” 

“Oh, you know. Enjoying the fun.” He shrugged. 

You all stood in a circle as Keith greeted Ethan and asked how he was. Ethan was one of Keith’s favorites when he used to work at the company, and they both had a good relationship. Then, two of your other friends, Brandon and Bree, from the other department had joined you and started talking to you. 

“Hey, Brandon brought his infamous baked ziti.” Bree said. 

“You cooked?” Your eyes widened. 

“Yeah,” Brandon shrugged. “I just wanted to bring in some for the team, but I had some extras, so I was wondering if you all wanted some.”

“I’m good.” You shook your head. “I’m full from lunch, but thank you though.”

“Hey,” Bree nudged you on your arm. “Did you see the new trailer for A Quiet Place?”

You cleared your throat, giving her a smile as you nodded your head. Bree was a big fan of Stranger Things. She always talked about it at work and how much she loved Eddie Munson. 

If only she knew. 

You scratched the back of your head as you felt your cheeks flushed from the thought of Joe. You were trying so hard to act like you didn’t know anything. This was hard for you because you weren’t an actor for fuck’s sake! 

That was Joe! 

“Um… yea.” You nodded your head.

“Girl, I’m so freaking excited!” 

You gave her a grin and nodded your head, agreeing with her. You were excited for Joe’s new movie, but you didn’t really know how to act. You didn’t know what reaction to put on, and you were failing terribly at it. Your cheeks were getting tired from fake smiling as Bree continued to talk to you and Brandon about the movie. You were also getting a headache, and you just wanted to get out of this conversation. 

“Dad! Dad!” 

Your conversation was interrupted when you heard Keith’s two daughters run towards him with their phones in their hands. An excited smile plastered on their faces, and they were practically bouncing on their feet. 

“We just got a picture with Eddie Munson from Stranger Things!” His younger daughter exclaimed.

“Who?!” You snapped your head towards them, your eyes widened in shock. 

The whole conversation in the circle suddenly went dead silent. You could already see the astounded look on Bree’s face from the corner of your eye. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you could barely feel anything at the moment.

Did you hear that right?!

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to Keith for your sudden reaction. “But did you girls just say Eddie Munson?”

“Who’s Eddie?” Keith turned to look at his two daughters. 

“Dad!” His older daughter rolled her eyes, “Remember the metal guy from the show Stranger Things? We made you watch that with us!”

“Oh.” 

“Hi, darling.” 

You were frozen. You couldn’t move. 

You were scared to turn around. You were wondering if the heat was getting in your head because you did not just hear Joe’s voice coming from behind you. Although, from the way Bree’s expression was looking right now, you knew you weren’t hallucinating this whole thing. 

You knew he was right behind you. 

Slowly turning around, you saw Joe with a smile on his face. You still weren’t used to his buzzed cut hair, but he looked so good standing there in front of you with his collared shirt and black pants. You missed him so much, and you couldn’t believe he was here.

Wait, why was he here anyway? 

Wasn’t he supposed to be in London filming right now? 

“Ohmygod.” Bree muttered under her breath.

Feeling your cheeks flushed even more, as if the heat wasn’t already making you look all red, you set your palms on his chest as you looked over your shoulder. You saw everyone’s surprised reactions as they all just stared at the both of you. 

What was happening right now?

“E… Excuse us.” You let out an awkward laugh as you slid one hand with Joe’s and pulled him away from the group.

Immediately, you heard whisperings and murmurs from your friends, and you could feel their eyes on you. 

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, eyes big and wide. “I thought you’re in London filming?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Joe shrugged, a big grin plastered on his face.

Surprise you?

But you both had agreed that this relationship was a secret, remember? Now, he was here in public with you. He was here in front of your friends with you. 

Ohmygod. He was here in front of your boss with you.

“But… I thought you wanted this to be a secret?” 

Joe saw the worry lines on your face as he cupped your face between his hands. His chocolate button eyes were staring right into yours, and you could practically feel everyone’s eyes burning on the back of your head. 

“I talked to my team.” Joe continued. “I don’t want to hide you, love. I want to be with you. I want to join you at parties like this, and I want you to join me in my events.”

Biting your lower lip, you gave him a small smile. A jar of butterflies opened up in your stomach and invaded your veins. You could still feel everyone’s eyes on you but for some reason, Joe saying all of that to you, didn’t seem too concerning now. The worry faded, and you felt free and happy. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, brows all knitted together.

“I don’t think I would fly all the way from London for the weekend if I wasn’t.” Joe laughed softly.

You chuckled softly at his point, leaning your forehead against his lips as he pressed a soft kiss on it. His hands found your waist as he pulled you close to him.

“You do realize that I will be introducing you to everyone, right?” You gazed up at him, an excited big grin plastered on his face.

“And I can’t wait to meet all of them.” Joe replied.

“Are they looking at us?” You whispered, afraid to turn around.

Joe’s eyes shifted towards your group of friends from behind you. They were still staring at the two of you, whispering to each other and nudging Camille to give them answers. 

“Yea, they are.” Joe nodded his head. 

Slowly looking over your shoulder, you saw all of them with their brows raised. They all looked like they were waiting for an explanation from you, which they all probably were. Camille was the only one who was standing there with a neutral expression on her face since she already knew about the secret. Looking back at Joe, you smiled at him and intertwined your fingers with his.

“Okay, c’mon.” You said and dragged him back to the group.

“Hi.” You smiled at everyone. “So, this is Joe.”

You chuckled softly as you introduced him to everyone in the group. Suddenly, you saw everyone’s faces lit up in happiness as Joe started interacting with everyone. 

“I thought it was a secret?” Camille whispered to you as Joe talked to Keith. 

“Not anymore.” You grinned at her.

Camille gave you a proud smile and said, “Okay, he gets points from me.”

“And what happened with Sophia?” You whispered back.

“Tell you later.” She gave you an excited smile. 

You laughed softly, nodding your head at her before turning your attention back to everyone else. Keith was complimenting Joe about Stranger Things and how his two daughters forced him to watch it with them, but he did feel bad for Eddie. Your eyes shifted towards Marley, who had her eyes widened in surprise.

“What the fuck?” She mouthed at you, grinning widely. 

“Later.” You mouthed back at her as she nodded her head. 

“You should let him go eat.” Camille whispered at you. 

Squeezing Joe’s hand, you cleared your throat and interrupted the conversation. 

“Are you hungry?” You asked. 

Joe turned towards you and said, “Sort of.”

“Okay, we’ll be back. We’ll let him eat lunch for a moment.”

“Okay, yeah. That’s a good idea.” Bea agreed, seeing how everyone started throwing questions at Joe. 

Gazing up at Joe and smiling at him, Joe excused himself in front of everyone before the both of you walked away from the group. You could feel some of the eyes of the other employees on both of you as you walked across the park. You gave them a shy smile and tried your best to ignore it. Being in the spotlight definitely wasn’t something you intended this afternoon. 

Grabbing a paper plate for Joe, you handed it to him and walked over to where the food was. 

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” You said as soon as you two sat on one of the empty tables. 

Joe grinned proudly and took a bite of his burger. 

“When did you arrive?” 

“Last night.” Joe turned to you. “I remembered the picture you sent me about the summer BBQ picnic that your work was having and the address was on it, so I thought I would surprise you.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. Joe turned his body towards you, his fingers softly brushing your hair away from your shoulder. You stared into his eyes, smiling as he leaned in and kissed you softly. You missed him so much. You didn’t expect your afternoon to turn out like this, but you weren’t complaining. You were happy, and you were glad that Joe was able to join this part of your life. 

It was something you have been thinking of, and it was finally happening. 

You were overjoyed.

“I’ve missed you.” Joe murmured, parting from the kiss. 

“I’ve missed you too.” You grinned, giving him another chaste kiss. 

Rubbing his back softly, you tried to enjoy the summer breeze that was blowing through your hair. The heat was still uncomfortable, and you were thankful for the breeze because it was making it bearable at least. Then, you saw beads of sweat started to cover Joe’s forehead as he continued to eat his lunch. The poor thing must be uncomfortable with the California heat also. 

“I’ll be back.” You said, getting up from your seat and grabbed Joe a can of beer from the cooler and handed it to him. 

“Hm… c’mere.” Joe murmured, pulling you on his lap. 

He grazed his nose over your cheek, grinning happily before planting a soft kiss on it. He breathed you in for a moment and caressed your arm softly. 

“Do you wanna go back with the others?” You asked, running your palm against his buzzed cut head. 

“Sure.” Joe smiled, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before the both of you got up from the seat. Throwing his empty plate away, he grabbed the can of beer and drank it as he held your hand in his. 

Walking back to the other side of the park, one of the leaders announced that the game of the annual kickball was about to begin and all volunteers should start gathering into the field. You squeezed Joe’s hand and a playful smile tugged on your lips.

“Do you want to play?” You teased Joe, nudging him on his side.

“No, I don’t think I brought the right shoes for that, love.” Joe chuckled. 

Looking down at his feet, he saw that he was wearing his black boots. He was wearing boots in the middle of the summer with black pants! 

This man was insane. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at it. It just made him look more adorable in your eyes. 

“Come! Come!” Marley came running towards the both of you, grabbing you by the wrist. 

“Wait, where are we going?” You pulled her back, your brows all furrowed. 

“The kids are busy with the ice cream machine right now!” Marley said excitedly. “We have the bouncy house all to ourselves.”

“Marley, we’re like 28.” You laughed. 

“I don’t care!” Marley dragged you away from Joe as he laughed softly at you. 

Looking over your shoulder, you mouthed, “Help me” to Joe as he laughed, shaking his head at you. He was already pulling out his phone from his back pocket as he followed behind you and Marley. He joined the group again as you watched Ethan and Bea talk to Joe, and your department supervisor, Mario, had joined them. 

“These girls are not blood related, but I know their souls are connected.” Bea told Joe, shaking her head as she watched you, Camille and Marley climbed onto the bouncy house.

“I can tell.” Joe replied. “She talks to me about Marley all the time. Told me she was her only girl friend here.” 

“Yeah, well, don’t put them together for too long because they both are way too loud and chaotic.” Bea laughed softly.

Then, Joe turned to Bea, who was carefully studying him for a moment. 

“I never saw her glow like this before.” Bea continued. “She’s always a happy and bubbly girl, but she was never this happy until I saw you with her today.”

Joe couldn’t help but smile and turned to where you were. Marley was laughing with you and Camille. She had found an inflatable ball and the three of you started throwing it back and forth. Ethan kept taking pictures of the three of you, chuckling and enjoying the show. Joe couldn’t help but do the same thing. Pulling out his phone, he started recording a video and took pictures, making him laugh at how silly the three of you were until Mario came up to him. You couldn’t help but turn your attention to them and wondered about the conversation they were having. 

Mario, even if he was your supervisor, had a close relationship with you. He was the one you go to when you needed to cry or vent about work. He always had a soft heart, so he always had heart to heart conversations with you. Biting your lower lip, you kept wondering what they were talking about since it looked so serious and important.

“Marley!” You heard Camille’s voice.

You snapped out of your thoughts and turned to your sister, who was now laying on the grass. Her feet were still on the edge of the bouncy house. She was basically hanging out from it. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Marley laughed, jumping off the bouncy house. 

“What happened?” You jumped out of the bouncy house as Joe and Ethan helped Camille up. 

“My bad, buttercup.” Marley chuckled, a playful smile on her face. “I told you to catch it.”

You saw the inflatable ball that she was holding in her hands, and you figured she probably had thrown it at Camille, and she ended up getting knocked out by the big thing. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for it.” Your sister went over towards the bin full of water balloons.

Instantly, your eyes widened as you quickly put on your sandals and walked over behind Joe. There was no way you were about to get wet in front of everyone here.

“Oh no.” You whispered, shaking your head. 

You watched as Camille threw the water balloon at Marley, making her squeal from the cold water that splashed her. You laughed as you watched the both of them throw water balloons at each other. You couldn’t help but record it on your phone, knowing Camille was going to love watching this later. 

Then, you didn’t even realize Joe had disappeared next to you until you felt a stinging pain on your back and water splashing all over your dress. You gasped in surprise and turned to see a devious grin plastered on Joe’s face. 

“Oh, okay.” You pursed your lips, walking over to the bin. “That’s what you wanna do?”

You grabbed a couple of water balloons and started throwing it at Joe as the four of you chased each other on the grass. Laughter echoed through the park. It almost felt like you all were children again, and you couldn’t help but enjoy this moment. 

After a few minutes, Bea and Ethan had to stop the four of you because you all were literally soaking wet. Your makeup was melting off your face and so was Marley’s as Keith handed the four of you a towel to dry off. 

“Not gonna lie, the water felt nice.” You chuckled at Joe. 

He had wrapped the towel around your shoulders, rubbing both of your arms softly before using his towel to gently wipe off your face makeup that had melted. 

“Okay, well, time for me to head home.” Camille announced.

“I’ll just ride with Joe.” You told her as she said her goodbyes to everyone. 

“Do you wanna go too?” Joe pulled you in his arms.

“Yea, sort of.” 

Joe nodded his head as you both walked over to your friends and said your goodbyes. All of them kept letting Joe know that they were happy to meet him even if it was unexpected. You waved at them one last time and told them you’ll see them on Monday before completely walking away with Joe towards the parking lot. 

“Well, that was fun.” Joe grinned happily, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“I’m really happy you were able to join.” You smiled. “I saw you talking to Mario. You two seemed to be in a serious conversation.”

Stopping his tracks next to the car, Joe leaned you against the driver’s door and cupped your face between his hands. 

“Yea, we were.” He stared into your eyes as he caressed your cheek softly with his thumb. 

“What was it?” You asked, smiling. 

“I love you.” Joe said, his voice full of emotion. 

You stood there frozen as you stared at him. You were trying to figure out if you actually heard that right. Joe smiled, pulling you close to him when he realized you hadn't said anything for about a minute. 

“Darling?” He smirked, brushing a strand of wet hair from your forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Y…You love me?”

Joe grinned, nodding his head and slowly said, “I love you.”

You knew you only started dating for a couple of months, but you saw all the emotion in his eyes. You knew he was genuine about it. You knew he meant every word he just told you. 

“I love you too, Joe.” You smiled, curling your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. 

Smiling through the kiss, Joe kissed you deeper. His hands sliding on your waist and curling behind you. Under the summer heat, you felt overjoyed. Joe showed up for you, and he loved you and you loved him.

Under the summer heat, you didn’t care about anything else right now but this moment with him. 

The End.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not going to a restaurant my parents booked?

I (15M) live with my parents and Sister (13F) who has special needs and some allergies. Because of that, my parents only allow certain kinds of food in our home that are allergin free and autistic friendly. Sister doesn't like certain smells or textures, so they don't buy some foods. Everything done centered around her needs and wants.

When it was my 15th birthday, parents said I could pick restaurant I wanted to eat at. So I picked a Chinese Dim Sum place. But Sister doesn't like that kind of food cause she thinks the texture of some of the dim sum feels weird. And she does not like the fish dishes the way they are made at Chinese places. So parents asked me if I was sure and that they would give me more time to think about it. They returned 3 days later and asked again. I gave the same answer. So they asked "could you really enjoy your birthday knowing that Sister would not feel safe and be able to enjoy the food?" I said "yes. Because it is my birthday."

Mom and dad told me that I was being selfish and that they already made a reservation at Sister's favorite burger place. They already sent invitations to family telling them we would be celebrating there. So on the day of my birthday, I went to my friend's house earlier in the day and "forgot" about the restaurant reservation and ate dinner with friends instead. Mom and dad were angry because Sister had cried over it. They went to friend's house and dragged me to the restaurant but I did not eat anything.

When the cake came, (grandma bought a cake I wanted), Sister moved to blow out the candles because she was told she could. But I quickly pushed her away (not hard enough to hurt her) and blew out the candles before she could. Sister started bawling her eyes put and parents tried to comfort her. Grandma let me cut the cake, so I ate the first slice while Sister continued to cry. No one really said anything, but I could feel people staring at me.

When we got home, mom and dad yelled at me for first not showing up on time and second not letting Sister blow out the candles first. I argued that since it was my birthday, I should have gotten to choose the restaurant and blow out the candles for my cake. I got sent to my room. I checked messages I got from aunts and uncles and they were all calling me selfish and spoiled for the way I treated Sister at the party. Only grandma and grandpa were wishing me a happy birthday.

What is wrong with me wanting my birthday to be about me instead of my sister?

AITA?

[gothamite-rambler]

Cass and Jason being the strange siblings who get along with each other over everyone else.

Cass (holding a small mug): I made tea.

Jason (reading): I don’t want tea.

Cass: I didn't make it for you. This is my tea.

Jason: Then why are you telling me?

Cass: It's a conversation starter.

Jason (confused): That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Cass: Oh, is it? We’re having a conversation, aren’t we? Checkmate.

Cass took a sip from her tea cup. Jason tried to come up with a rebuttal, but Cass's sly smile made him sigh with a soft smile.

Jason: Fair point.

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Jason: I know 200 ways to kill a man.

Cass: Is one of them putting a cage filled with hungry rats on the perps head and the person can’t escape because you’ve bound them to a chair and the rats have to eat him to survive?

Jason stared at Cass in surprise and then patted her on the head.

Jason: 201.

Cass happily sipped from her tea cup at her accepted answer.

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Cass walked to the mall table with her tray of burgers and fries, along with Jason's and Stephanie's.

Cass: Sorry, sorry, I tried to bring the food over quickly but got sidetracked by this guy who wouldn’t stop talking to me.

Jason (pauses eating his fries): What did he say?

Cass: A lot of weird stuff like I'm good wife material, that I could be his 'special maid' whatever that means and... "You know that dress you're wearing would look even better laying on the floor next to my bed." Gross, right guys?

Stephanie nodded while eating her burger. Jason silently seethed while squeezing his cup with rage. Stephanie reached over to his fry basket.

Stephanie (whispering): I'm just going to borrow a fry or two.

Cass sat down and started eating as Jason spotted the creep in question, his gaze directly fixed on Cass.

Cass: Anyways, he was super skeevy, but Bruce would be mad if I beat the crap out of him. He seems to view me as pathetic damsel.

Jason: Cass, is it the lanky blonde neckbeard over there by the Popeyes?

Jason pointed to the man in question, and Stephanie and Cass looked in his direction.

Stephanie (jokingly): Yup, that's a discord mod.

Cass: That's the guy, he tried to get my number-

Jason: We can continue this story in a minute. Be back in ten minutes.

Jason stood and walked over to the man.

Jason: Hey, you let’s talk.

The blonde man yelped upon seeing the tall man approach him, then took off running as Jason chased after him.

Jason: Where you running! Tell me what you said to my sister! Get back here!

Stephanie (staring at Jason’s tray of food after he's gone): These fries will get cold, I'll take care of that

Cass: You do that, I will go dea— Stop Jason from beating up that guy too badly.

Stephanie (smirking): You wanted your baby brother to beat him up?

Cass (half smile): Yes, that guy said I could be his waifu and tried to touch my arm. At least with Jason and me, he'll get the message.

Stephanie (nodding): I respect it.

Cass: Thanks, don’t eat my food while we're gone.

Cass took off running in the direction Jason chased the man. Stephanie shrugged and started eating Jason's fries.

Stephanie: Damn, all I got was an ex-boyfriend turned brother friend and Cluemaster. Maybe Tim could defend my honor... Plan for later.

[corroded-hellfire]

hi! i don’t know if you take requests/fic suggestions (if not feel free to ignore), but i love your writing (where the heart is ruined me in the best way!!) and thought you would write this idea super well. basically i saw this instagram reel (and watched it on repeat like 10 times) where a dad tells a waiter that his daughter thinks he’s cute and i thought it could be a cute meet-cute-scenario for eddie (or steve if you write for him)! that’s pretty much it lol, i hope you’re having a good day!

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CmXJ1_zL9F7/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

This may just be the cutest request I've ever gotten. I enjoyed writing this so so so much. I have to thank @munson-blurbs for suggesting I make the reader Hopper's daughter and adding another layer of hilarity to it for me. Fun fact, this scenario happened to my brother once. Only he was like, 11, so nothing was going to come from it and it was just purely my dad trying to embarrass him lol. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, welcome to Breadstix. My name is Eddie and I’ll be your waiter.”

You look up from your menu and do a double take at the beautiful man standing there. He’s tall and thin, his black t-shirt showing off his tiny waist and the light jeans showcasing the length of his legs. He has brown curly hair tucked in a bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose frizzy pieces framing his face. The tattoos that are scattered along his arms catch your attention; your eyes being particularly drawn to the colony of bats taking flight on his forearm. But it’s when you look into his eyes that you get lightheaded and forget your own name, let alone what you were going to order for dinner. 

Going out for a family dinner with your dad and sister was never something that was particularly exciting, but it just got a hell of a whole lot better. 

“The special today is the brown sugar pork chops with a sweet potato on the side.”

“Huh,” your dad hums, eyes scanning over the menu once more. “That sounds good. I’ll take the special and a coke.”

Eddie takes down the pen that’s tucked behind his ear and scribbles down on the pad in his hand. He looks at your sister next and she gives him a sweet smile.

“For you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ll have the mushroom and Swiss burger, please,” El says. “And a water.” 

He jots that down as well then turns to you. When his eyes land on you, your mouth goes dry. Eddie shoots you a smile and you swear your stomach is too full of butterflies to eat any food. 

“And what can I get for you?” Eddie asks.

A cold shower? A date? An orgasm? 

“Um, I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. A-And a Diet Coke,” you manage to get out.

“Ah, my favorite,” Eddie says with a wink that nearly kills you as he writes your order down. “I’ll put those right in for you.”

He walks away from the table, and you feel your body deflate, letting out a breath and finally relaxing. You drop your head down on the table to hide the smile spread across your lips.

“What’s with you?” your dad asks.

“Hmm?” You lift your head up and look at him. El is giggling in her seat next to you, clearly knowing why you’re acting strange and bubbly.

“What’s with this sudden…mood change?” Your dad waves his hand around in front of your face, gesturing to your dopey expression. 

“I know,” El snickers and you reach over to playfully shove her. Your dad leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you. He raises his eyebrows at you girls as you nudge one another back and forth with your elbows.

“Well shit, someone slipped something into your Wheaties this morning,” he says.

But your dad isn’t dumb. As chief of police, things rarely escaped his notice. He’s just waiting to see if you’ll cop to it or not.

“No, it’s just…” You trail off, shaking your head.

“It’s what?” 

A red flush comes to your face and El covers her mouth as she lets out another giggle.

“He’s so cute.”

“Who?” Hopper asks, just flat out playing dumb now. 

“The waiter!” you say in exasperation.

“Eddie.” El says his name, leaning in towards you and wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ah,” your dad says with a laugh. “That’s your type, huh?”

“Dad!” you admonish, face becoming even redder. 

He lifts his hands in surrender as El dissolves into laughter. Before, you wouldn’t have described yourself as having a “type” but after seeing Eddie, you can’t imagine having a type that didn’t look like him. It was hard to pick out one thing that turned you on about him the most. The package of Eddie as a whole was so overwhelming that you could practically feel the sharp stab of Cupid’s arrow jammed in your back.

You spot Eddie approaching with the drinks, so you swat at El to get her to behave. She bites her lip and stares down at the scuffed wooden table in front of her, so she doesn’t lose it again.

“Here we go. Water, coke, and a Diet Coke. Your dinner should be coming out soon,” Eddie says. “Everything okay here?”

You’re praying your dad keeps his mouth shut as you smile and nod your head at Eddie. When he gives you a smile in return, El covers a laugh by pretending to cough into her hand. You’d throttle her when you got home. Hopper seems to pay Eddie no more mind than he would any other waitstaff that his oldest daughter didn’t find absolutely beautiful.

After Eddie leaves again, conversation thankfully steers away from your romantic inclinations and into the topic of ridiculous calls that came in at the station today. El also tells you about a school project that’s coming up and tells your dad she needs to get a book for her next book report at the library. It’d be easy to think that your father forgot all about your attraction to your waiter, but when Eddie comes to deliver your meals, it’s obvious he didn’t. Sometimes the universe just liked to pull the rug out from underneath you.

“Alright,” Eddie says. He’s balancing the large tray carrying your plates on one hand, muscles rippling under the skin of his arm as he holds it up. The only thing that tears your eyes away from his bicep is when he places your dish down in front of you. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

“I think we’re all set,” your dad says. Eddie nods and tucks the tray under his arm. As he goes to turn away from the table, Hopper lifts his hand and swivels towards Eddie. “Oh, one thing.”

Eddie licks his lips as he spins back towards the table, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you?”

“Oh no, nothing,” your dad says with a shake of his head. “It’s just that my daughter here thinks you’re very cute.” He reaches over and pats you on the back so there’s no mistaking which one of his children he’s talking about. 

“Dad!” 

El bursts out into laughter as you raise your hands to cover your face, wanting to die on the spot. The heat in your cheeks is enough to make sweat break out along your hairline, only made worse by how fast your heart is pounding. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins is real. Being a high school student, you’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before in your life, but you think this takes the cake. Having the police chief as a father also came with its own moments of teasing and joking, but this seemed extreme even for him. Somewhere deep inside, you find the courage to peek at Eddie from between your fingers. There’s a shy smile on his face as he looks at you, his own cheeks dusted in a light bit of pink. 

“Well, that’s very sweet,” Eddie finally says, resting his hand over his heart. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out and you realize that not only did your dad put you on the spot, but Eddie as well. “I’m flattered.”

Slowly your hands fall from your face and into your lap. Peering up at Eddie from under your eyelashes, he dips his gaze quickly before meeting yours again. The smile on his pretty mouth makes you feel as if there’s an animal jumping and banging around inside your heart, trying to break free. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” Eddie says before walking away.

Part of you feels a bit disheartened. But what did you expect? Eddie to ask you on a date because your father told him you’re attracted to him? Right in the middle of his shift? God, your dad better give him a big tip on the check. 

“You’re the worst,” you mumble as you twirl some spaghetti onto your fork. But there’s a fond smile on your face as you shoot a glare at the chief.

Eddie comes by twice more while you’re eating to see if everything is okay, and both times you can barely meet his gaze. El thinks it’s all hilarious and has a grin on her face for the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone is finished and your and El’s leftovers are boxed up, Eddie comes over with the bill. You expect him to put it down on the table right in front of your father, but he walks around him to come up behind you and reaches over our shoulder to lay the check down right in front of you.

“I figured you’d be taking care of this,” he says. You can’t see him from where he’s standing behind you, but El catches sight of the smirk on his face and her expression lights up in glee. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything with Eddie standing so close to you that you can smell the trace of cigarettes under a spicy cologne wafting over you. When he speaks, the scent of mint is added into the mix, so you assume he’s chewing a stick of gum and you’ve never been more jealous of a piece of candy in your life. 

When Eddie walks away, you have to fight the urge to reach out and grab onto him and make him stay. El moving the check in front of you snaps your attention back to the task staring you in the face. You give El’s hand a light smack so she drops the slip of paper. You’re able to snatch it up and hold it up to your face so El can’t read it from where she’s sitting. 

I hope your dad is currently unarmed since I’d like to say that I think his older daughter is very beautiful. And inquire if she might like to go on a date with me? 555-0527 xoxo - Eddie

Your wide eyes can’t believe what you’re reading. It takes a minute for it to click in your brain what you’re actually looking at. The smile spreads across your lips next, making your cheeks ache from the intensity of your grin. 

When the paper gets plucked from your fingers you whine and furrow your brow at your father. 

“What, you going to pay?” he asks as he digs for his money in his wallet. 

“No. But I was reading that,” you say.

“Well hang on, I gotta know how much to leave don’t I? You can kiss his phone number once I’m done.”

The blush flares up on your face at his words. You weren’t going to actually kiss the paper. But the fact that said paper could lead to a kiss is what’s got you so wound up. Hopper slaps some bills down on the table and hands you the precious check back. You securely fold it and clutch it in your hands, afraid to let it out of your sight for even a moment. El grabs the takeaway boxes and the three of you head towards the door. As you take one last look over your shoulder into the restaurant, you see Eddie coming out of the kitchen. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you that smile you swear could stop time. 

“Maybe I should embarrass you more often, huh?” Hopper says from behind you. 

“No!” you and El answer in unison. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, glancing back at your family. 

“We’ll be outside,” your dad says.

“Have fun,” El adds with a smirk before she follows your dad out the door. 

Taking a deep breath to relax your system, you start to walk over towards Eddie. 

“Hey,” he says once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed or put on the spot. He can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, no,” Eddie assures you with a shake of his head. “First thing I thought when I walked over to your table tonight was how beautiful you are. The Chief kind of did me a favor, actually.” 

“Oh. Well, I’m glad then,” you say, face glowing from his compliment. 

“I take it you got my note?” Eddie asks, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I did,” you say, still clutching it in your hands. “And I, uh, would like to go on a date with you. So, I’ll definitely call.”

“I get off work at nine,” he tells you. 

“You’ll hear from me soon after that then,” you say with a shy shrug of the shoulders. 

“I’m really looking forward to it, uh…”

He trails off and you realize it’s because he doesn’t know your name. You introduce yourself to him and extend your hand. Instead of shaking it, like you expected, he takes your hand in his and leans in to press his lips against your knuckles. You’re pretty sure you’re going to spontaneously combust. Or have an aneurysm. Or just flat out melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight then,” Eddie says.

“Tonight,” you repeat, slowly backing away from him. You don’t want to go, but you know your dad will come in and say something even more embarrassing than he already did if you make him wait too long. 

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just a Girl 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible cheating, low self-esteem, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you move in with your sister when your luck turns for the worst.

Characters: Walter Marshall, possible Andy Barber

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

You stand in the open garage, gangly and out of place. You hear the back door snap again and sense Walter as he strides through the open gate. He comes up beside you and presses his arm against yours. 

“Here,” he holds out the stemless glass of wine, “figure one of us should enjoy it.” 

“Oh, thanks, I...” you stifle the complaint that you don’t drink. You suppose one won’t hurt.  

“Not much for wine,” he wiggles the can in his hand. You can smell the hoppy beer from there, “so, I was thinking shelves right across the back wall,” he spreads his fingers in a gesture across the breadth of the garage, “what do ya think?” 

“Right, er, what kind of shelves.” 

“I got storage in the basement. Mostly beer glasses and the like. Some car models. It’s gonna be a little bar or whatever. Need somewhere to chill,” he nudges you with his elbow, “’specially since I’m making lots of new friends.” 

You glance over at him from the corner of your eyes and step forward. You go to the wall and touch it. They’ve been newly put up and finished. Sturdy. You knock on it so you can hear where the anchoring is. 

“Could do,” you mutter, “when did you do these?” 

“Just finished them. A regrettable winter decision,” he chuckles, “don’t forget to try the wine. I’m sure your sister wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you shift, standing on an angle to him. You raise the glass and take a sip, your face scrunching up at the acrid but sweet flavour. 

“You really don’t drink, do you?” He scoffs as he nears. 

“Never really saw the use in it,” you shrug. 

“Should be clearer after living with the jackass Barber,” he snorts, “you seem like you could use the escape. Must be awkward pent up with the newlyweds.” 

“I guess...” you rub your neck. “So, the shelves, how tall--” 

“We can talk business tomorrow,” he interrupts, “I’ll get dinner on. How about you come hang on the deck while I cook?” 

“Sure, er,” you turn to him stiffly, “I could help.” 

“That’s sweet,” his eyes flick up and down, “but I invited you. You sit back and relax and enjoy the wine. It gets better the more you drink.” 

You clamp your lips shut and follow him back through the open door. He hits the button for it to close and directs you through the gate. You head up onto the deck and look around as you clasp the glass in both hands. 

“Sit,” he insists as he points to the cushions on the wicker frame. “I’ll get this going...” 

You take his command. You sit in the very corner of the patio couch and cross one leg over the other. You have a habit of trying to make yourself as small as you can. Next to him, it's easy. 

You sit and shrink as he moves around. He lights the barbecue then disappears inside once more. He brings out a plate of burgers and some veggies to grill, along with foiled potatoes to bake. He returns one more with the bottle of wine. 

“In case you want a top up,” he winks. 

“Thanks,” you murmur. 

He picks up his beer and sips as he goes to work. He puts the potatoes on first and closes the lid. He turns to lean on the railing and watches you. You drink to keep yourself busy. 

“So, you hear Jack White is coming to town?” He asks. 

Your eyes flit to him then away, “yeah.” 

“How about you tag along?” He offers. 

“Oh, I can’t--” 

“My treat,” he interjects. 

“It’s nice but...” 

“But what? You’re a fan.” 

“Sure, but er, it... would be too much.” 

“Hm, who says so? Seems like you got too many people in your ear. I wanna take you out. We can get some dinner too.” 

“Oh, would that... are you... asking me out?” You blanch. 

He guffaws, “uh, already did. You think I brought you over for your thoughts about shelves? It’s a bonus.” 

“Uh. I didn’t think... oh.” 

“Oh? I thought I was pretty forward. Why are you here if you’re not into it?” 

Because you told me to. Because you made me. Because I can’t go back. 

You shrug, “guess I misunderstood.” 

“You’re cute, you like good music, and I like you.” 

“You do?” You frown. 

“Don’t act so surprised,” he scoffs and nears the couch, he sits next to you. Close. Too close. “The other women around here, they talk too much. You’re calm, quiet. I’m too old for all that. I know what I want.” 

You nod as your throat tightens. 

“And you need a man, not a boy,” he tickles your side and swigs from his beer. 

You fidget. A chill ripples over you. You’re reminded of another instant, another touch that made you unsure, another man who told you what you wanted. 

You wince at the sliver of a memory and the glass slips in your hand. You garble as it tips before you can right it and it splashes onto his shirt, soaking the sleeve and down the side. He retracts in surprise. 

“Sorry,” you squeak, “I’m sorry, Walter, I didn’t mean to.” 

He stands and puts his beer down. He chuckles and you squirm, preparing yourself for his rage. You stare at him as you straighten the wet glass. 

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what happened.” 

“It’s good, just some wine,” he peels his shirt over his head and your eyes widen at the reveal of his thick torso. You gulp as you can’t help but notice the thick muscles and dark trim of fur. “You get any on you?” 

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” you look down, thankful for the excuse to tear your gaze away from him. 

“I’ll go grab a fresh shirt,” he says. “Can I get you anything?” 

“N-no,” you stammer out and stand up, “I’m sorry.” 

“Relax,” he nears and rubs your shoulder, “it’s adorable when you get all flustered but I’m not mad. Pour yourself another glass.” 

You keep your eyes down and nod. He brushes by you, too close for your liking, and you go to the round glass table. Adorable? You don't know if you've ever been called that.

You take the wine and pour from the long neck. You don’t know what else to do. You’re so nervous. Maybe the alcohol will help. You’ve heard it called liquid courage. 

You pick up the glass again and go to the railing to look off into the green yard. You didn’t notice the hot tub before. His yard is just as well kept as any. As you try to distract yourself from what he said, your mind resists. 

He likes you? You’re not that stupid that you don’t know what’s going on. You’re only unsure. He’s moving so fast and you hardly know him really. He doesn’t really know you and yet he acts like he does. 

Even so, you don’t feel like you can deny him. You try, over and over, and he just bulldozes over you. Still, you can’t name one thing he’s done that’s been so wrong. 

The back door snaps again as Walter appears. He pulls down a tee shirt and smiles as he shakes out his hair. He combs his fingers through his curls. 

“Thought I got this mop under control,” he chortles as you watch him over your shoulder. He grabs his beer from where he left it and approaches, “so... you checking out the hot tub?” 

“Oh, uh, no, just... the flowers--” 

“My daughter deals with those,” he says, “you wanna hop in after dinner? Get in a soak?” 

“Erm, I don’t think so. I don’t have a suit.” 

“And?” 

You blink at his suggestion. Naked? You look down at the wine and gulp another mouthful. 

“You keep drinking that wine and think about it,” he taps your butt and backs up, “I should get those burgers going.” 

You keep your eyes ahead of you, staring off across the lawn as your heart races. What do you do? You can’t go back to your sister’s house, not after your run-in with Andy. You’ll just have to stick it out and hope he forgets about the hot tub. 

[iamthecomet]

what if what if slice of life aether in the infirmary. what does he get up to all day? what are his little quirks? what does he do when there arent any sick siblings to help? does he have to shoo away (nicely) the ones that come in pretending to be sick just to spend time with him? does he actually like when they do that???

thoughts comet, pls give them ♡♡

Oh ABSOLUTELY I can share some thoughts! Not quite a ficlet, not quite headcanons, about Aether and his infirmary "job" under the cut.

Aether likes the infirmary best in the middle of the night. When he first got summoned he ended up on night shifts--better for training according to Omega. A good way to be eased in.

Aether knows it can get chaotic any time of day. And that he's lucky that this infirmary is relatively low key. They're not juggling trauma after trauma. Instead it's a lot of flu outbreaks and broken bones and stitches. The occasional childbirth. The rare devestating injury. But for the most part, it's quiet. Especially at night. Aether feels at ease on a night shift. Espeically now that so much of his pack is off on tour and he's back here--he doesn't have to think about his empty bed if he's here. The part of him that hasn't gotten used to it yet can just pretend everyone else is still here--asleep. It's sad he knows, but he's doing what he can. He makes his rounds. Smiling warmly at the siblings who also work nights. He's the only quint ghoul on duty. It makes the infirmary feel like his. It's not something he ever though he'd want--but now...now it's good. Feels right. He goes from room to room, peeking his head in. Checking vitals of sleeping patients, smiling easily at the ones who are still awake. Slipping into their rooms and talking to them. Doctor questions and regular questions. Where they grew up. What brought them to the Abbey. What they do and who they are, all while he digs into himself to lessen their pain, or their fear, or their insomnia. Allowing them sleep. When everything is quiet, and there is no drama, no chaos, no blood. Aether sits at the nurses station and reads a book. Scrolls on his phone. Texts his packmates. Shooting Dew and Mountain messages asking about their show tonight, what the crowd was like, where they went to eat after. Are they sleeping on the bus? In an hotel? Mountain responds with words, answers to his questions. Dew just sends him pictures. One of the crowd just before he walked on stage. Another of his burger and beer after the show. And then him in his bunk, dimly lit, sticking his tongue out at Aether from hundreds of miles away. The time differences make it easier, the further they get from him the more he talks. Aurora sends him pictures of every strange attraction she begs to stop and see. Swiss complains about Dew. Rain complains about Swiss. Dew complains about Aeon. Cirrus swears she's going to strangle Mountain. It makes him feel like he's with them. It makes him miss them less. Sometimes Sunshine comes and sits with him. Either at the beginning of his shift--or the end. Sitting down in the chair next to him and resting her head on his shoulder and taking in the quiet sounds of the infirmary. Machines whiring. Soft snores and sleepy breathing. A muted cry of a very new baby from down the hall. Aether is grateful for her. For the company, and because without fail, whenever Sunny shows up, so does someone else.

A bleeding sibling. A sick cardinal. Sister Imperator herself with a headache so bad it could wake lucifer himself. And sometimes, a sibling who just wants to sit with Aether. To know him. Who claims a belly ache, or a sore throat, just to feel the touch of his quintessence. He's not sure why. Doesn't think his magic does anything special to humans, but Aether isn't stupid. He knows a fake illness when he sees one. And if he was Dew he'd tell them to shove off. He'd scold them. But he isn't Dew and he doesn't. Aether likes people--humanity especially. So even though he can smell the lie on them, he helps. Always.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Ages ago @floof-ghostie sent me an saying 'I'm humbly asking for Perlex headcanons🤲' but my inbox got piled up so now i can't find it :/ Thankfully i remember it clear as day so here's your Perlex food Sola!!

We got an New York raised monoracial afro-dominicano and a San Francisco raised blasian(chinese)dominicana.They're both audhd dyslexic and bptsd,punk,femmes in ways that come across as masc to normies and share the same yet opposite personality and life experiences.Match made in Elysium and not to kiss my own fat ass but i'd pay to watch a black love movie about that

Their nicknames for eachother are 'Blue' and 'Bubbles' and 'Princesa Azul' and 'Strawberry Pop' are added on when they finally end up together.'Blue' duh,'Bubbles' Lex has a boba tea addiction,'Princesa Azul' 'Principe Azul' translates to both 'Blue Prince' and 'Prince Charming' and 'Strawberry Pop' Lex is bubbly and sweet and so fucking pink and they met on the strawberry fields when Lex made blue strawberries with their Demeter kid powers for Percy when he jokingly asked

Gf who is so babydoll x Bf who is so trans gamer girl

Lex is pint-sized but thick(think Fionna Campbell)and Percy is a tank transfem.4'11 vs 6'4

Both sweet tooth people but Percy's favorite flavor is bluestrawberries and Lex's is cotton candy,fast food is a love language for them and they learned to make chinese fast food together and they're burger lovers-Percy loves double cheese burgers while Lex loves loaded burgers and they even eat the same ones together like The Lady and The Tramp😭

Lex has a 2000s Barbie flip phone they use exclusively for Percy and Percy only lets Lex touch his gaming equipment because they're special :3

Percy's love of blue is only rivaled by Lex's love of pink and they buy/make eachother goods in their fave colors

Percy does have their own unique style but they took inspo from Lex's ultimate earthy black aesthetic(by which i mean their mom is literally fuckin' DEMETER and they're her strongest mortal kid)subcounciously.There's leans into the type of darker/muter bohemian and traditional afropunk that gets confused for goth by normies

Lex on their end looks like a punk Polly Pocket and has been dressing pastel punk/solarpunk since freshman year Goode High by Rachel's helping hand.When dating started,they got Percy to participate in their femmehood and he became their gnc af bi boyfriend until The Krak(and not en)

They diy'd her estrogen,lended her their clothes she refused not to wear even though they didn't fit and did her iconic black base with a white streak mermaidcore dye job for her in an intimate moment where Percy gripped Lex's waist tightly in dysphoria at possibly looking ridicilous and they reassured her with compliments,gestures and kisses to her face

They hate regular books but love comic books and were insecure about being stupid over it until they met and bonded over it

Lex has a flavored lipgloss collection with a huge variety of increasingly out there flavors and a couple of them were gifts from Percy.NIGGA THINKS HE'S SLICK LMAOOOOOOO but yeah they make out so often

Percy has the cocky flirty punk dude thing going on but it's a Lex exclusive.You couldn't have threatend him into doing that with Annabeth and not just because she'd beat his ass for it.But back on topic,this is the type i was picturing,Perlex core:

The Outcast Godlings relathionships graph:Nico and Percy are canon compliant up until Hoo where there were no retcons so they're closer than ever,Lex briefly met Nico when Percy was showing him around camp and grew lavenders to hand to him and sweetly asked him to be nice to Percy and he happily agreed and later they found him sobbing his heart out in the mess hall's kitchen over Bianca joining The Hunters so they offered to be his new big sister and he accepted and they chugged strawberry milk tea together,the three of them rebuilt their connection inbetween Botl and Tlo,Hazel instantly approached Lex in Moa's Argo || landing on New Rome as Percy had been yapping about them ever since he bit into a Camp Jupiter strawberry that didn't taste quite the same for some reason he couldn't remember just yet that made sadness he didn't understand wash over him and invited them to the cat cafe for coffee and chatting and kitty playing and they were besties by the end of their visit and fell into Tartarus together as opposed to Percy and Annabeth and the four of them are best friends,the Dead Sea Siblings are legally siblings by Sally's post-Boo Nico and Hazel adoption,Lex is Nico and Hazel's big sister figure and Perlex are the Team Parents aka Sea Dad and Plant Mom

Nico and Hazel are punk kids and baby afrogoths who were radicalized by their punk pseudo-parents and mentors.They taught them all about actual punk culture and never let them set a foot in Hot Topic in favor of diy lessions and they all go on petty crime sprees and tagging together and ofc charity events and once the kids aren't kids anymore,they're comfortable bringing them to riots and protests too.The Outcast Godlings are well-known on the underground NY parties and shows scene and have adventures and episodic drama with it and they frequent marts for shoplifting and poc owned food trucks for paying.The skatepark is a hot spot for them too,Lex and Nico are rollerbladers and Percy and Hazel are skaters(like mother,like son,like father,like daughter)and they go thrifting a lot

They also go out for froyo every sunday as family bonding.Percy's flavor is blue raspberry and her toppings are gummy bears and rainbow sprinkles,Nico's flavor is vanilla and oreo pieces and his toppings are gummy bears once in a blue moon,Hazel's flavor is strawberry and her toppings are chocolate chips and cookie dough and sometimes fruity pebbles and Lex's flavor is s'mores and strawberry caramel swirl and their toppings are cookie dough and boba pearls.Whenever Perlex have a froyo date they get cotton candy with brownie bits and m&m's.The four of 'em also frequent the local cat cafe and are the only reason it's still in bussiness and actually helped it's publicity once by putting Percy in a cat fursuit and Lex in a catgirl maid outfit(Nico and Hazel have blackmail photos saved on Hazel's camera)

They're so autistic about video games of all kinds,from indie,to the classic Pokemon and Animal Crossing,to time management,to tamagotchis and unironically do 'gamer couple' things

Percy has a special sparkly sunflower hair charm to represent Lex he saves for special occasions(like their wedding)and Lex is a clothes thief as Percy's sea salt scent and portable heater ahh temperature is comforting

Matching Ichigo Kurosaki and Orihime Inoue/Ichihime secondhand figures,matching Bubbline icons on The Second Argonauts group chat and matching Flutterdash synergy

Also Percy's username is 'Blue with no Clues',Lex's 'Pink Hot Girl Breaker',Nico's is 'Oreos Lessreos' and Hazel's is 'Princess of The Underworld and Nunya'

Lex wears the one pink hibicius flower in your hair look for subliminal messaging

They also remind Percy of Brandy's Cinderella aka his first ever fictional crush(*subliminal messaging intensifies*)

Mixtapes,homemade pins and patches for the other's battle jacket,sharing energy drinks,carving love messages into barks,Lex playing the kalimba as Percy's head lays in their lap

Percy's piercings are an eyebrow piercing,forward helix on both ears,a spider bite and a tongue ring and Lex's piercings are industrials on both ears,a lip ring,a belly button ring and an eyebrow piercing

Teezo Touchdown bf x Frank Ocean gf.Uuhh and Pink + White are Perlex songs

As are Blue Dream by Jhené Aiko,Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone,Self-Love but the pearl nightcore cover specifically,Fairy Type Girl by Yunglex,Kool by Meet Me @ The Altar,Eres from Soy Luna,Somewhere only we know by Keane,Head above water by Roll for it aaaaaand Cheeseburger Family by Jack Stauber's Micropop is an Outcast Godlings bonus!!

Their biokids are a girl named after Sally who goes by Sal because she's a tomboy and looks almost exactly like Percy but with Lex's eyes,followed by Theodoros aka Theo,Xiomar,Penelope aka Penny and the twins Helena and Rosabela

[boldlyvoid]

Yours, mine & ours | Part 2: good dads

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington | Single Dads fic

Summary: Eddie adjusts to being a... dad? Guardian? He's not sure what to call himself. However, he does know he needs to call in backup.

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of parental death, needles

Word count: 4.2k

Masterlist

By the time they pull up to Daryl's place, Matthew has a whole new wardrobe, he’s clipped into a brand new booster car seat and he’s so excited to meet Eddie’s friends. He hops out of the van and his light-up shoes shimmer against the pavement, his smile is infectious, making Eddie beam as they walk up towards the door. 

“Eddie!” Laurene is the one to open the door before they even get a chance to knock. 

She is the sweetest woman Eddie has ever met. With her curly red hair and her big toothy smile, she makes the most delicious cookies in the world and she would do anything for her family. And not just blood family, no, she takes in people as her family all the time. She has 3 families she babysits for, a few of her children have friends who practically live with them after school, and all Daryl's co-workers are always welcomed over. 

She has a big heart, and Matt’s about to experience it firsthand. 

She squats down to be at a child's level and she smiles, “You must be Mr. Matthew.” 

He nods, blushing a bit. “Hi.” 

“I’m Laurene, you can call me Aunty Laur if you want?” she reaches out for his hand and to Eddie’s surprise, Matt takes it with a nod. “It is so nice to meet you.”

“Thank you,” he answers with the smallest voice. 

Eddie runs his hands through Matt's hair, “he’s a little shy, but he’ll warm up. He’s also really excited to meet you guys… do you have any other kids over today?” 

“Just one, little Shelby is having lunch with the boys,” she explains while getting back up. “Come on in, I’ve got sloppy Joe’s ready for you guys in the kitchen.” 

“Speaking of; how are your kids?” He asks, ushering Matthew inside. “Take your shoes off, bud,” he whispers down to him. 

“Why?” He looks up with concerned eyes. 

“Some people prefer shoes off in their homes,” he explains while toeing off his Converse. “Put them beside mine right here, you don’t want to get outside germs on someone's carpet.” 

“Oh,” he nods along, sitting on the ground to pull the Velcro straps up and slip his shoes off. 

“The kids are good,” Laur answers his previous question with a smile, admiring the way they work with each other. “Liz is out with the girls, Joey is god knows where on his bike and Kenneth is on his second sandwich, you might want to hurry up before they’re all gone.” 

He laughs, “Sounds like Kenny.” 

Eddie leads him into the kitchen, hand on his back, “Have you ever had a burger before?” He asks. Matt nods, “Sloppy Joe’s are like burgers, but the meat is mixed with a delicious sauce. You should like it, but if you don’t, don’t feel bad.” 

“Okay,” he tries to smile through his slight anxiety. “Is Aunty Laur dad's sister?” 

He shakes his head with a slight chuckle, “No, sometimes aunt and uncle are names we give to grown-ups that are important to us. You’re going to see Laur and Daryl pretty often, they’re really special people in my life.”

“Oh, okay,” he follows along. 

“Matthew!” Daryl cheers as they enter the kitchen/dining space. “Pleasure to meet-cha!” 

“Hi,” he gives him a wave. 

Daryl is a bigger guy, around 6’3 and a few hundred pounds but he just calls it stuffing. He’s a big teddy bear and he shows that when he comes over and wraps Eddie up in a big hug. Matthew stands close to him, close enough that Daryl's hand comes down to tussle his hair as he pulls back from the hug, “Come have a seat, we’ll get-cha some lunch.” 

“There are boosters in the corner if he needs one,” Laur calls out from the kitchen. 

“I got him one for the car today,” Eddie explains as he grabs one and puts it on a dining chair. “It was scary driving to the mall without one but we got it.” 

“I never had one before,” Matthew shares, climbing up into the seat. 

“Yeah, well, that’s cause your dad didn’t like following rules,” Eddie says with the snippiest of tones. 

Little Shelby is sitting there quietly, not making eye contact with Eddie but she does stare at Matt a few times between her little bites of lunch. Laur comes over and puts a plate in front of Matthew, “this is Shelby,” she motions over to the toddler in her chair. “Shelby this is our new friend Matthew.” 

He waves at her, “Hi… she’s tiny.” 

“She is,” Laur smiles, soothing her hand over Shelby's hair. “You’re doing such a good job eating, honey. Your dad's going to be so happy when he gets here.” 

“Do you watch her most weekends?” Eddie asks. 

She nods, “Yeah, her dad has a few clients on weekends, so I take her for a few hours. She’s the best… I think you went to school with her dad, Steve? Steve Harrington?” 

He looks at her like she has 3 heads, “the king of Hawkins High has a kid?” 

She laughs, “he’s 26, it’s not that shocking. I had Liz when I was 21.”

“Yeah, but he’s… Steve?” Eddie can’t believe it. “He had a different girlfriend like every week, except for that year he was with Nancy Wheeler, but then he went right back to having a million girlfriends. He didn’t even go off to college? He was always with the kids from my club, he was like their babysitter or something?” 

“See, he had experience with kids and now he has his own,” Laurene pushes right back. 

“Sounds like you know a lot about this guy?” Daryl teases, knowing Eddie’s preference. He’s seen Eddie pick up a few guys from the garage, they come to get their breaks done and leave with a date. 

He tries not to blush, “I don’t. I just know of him. Everyone did. He was always around.”

Daryl just hums and takes another bite of his sandwich, leaving Laurene to pipe up. “Well, he’ll be here at 2 to get Miss Shelby and you’ll get to see how wonderful he is.” 

“Does his wife ever come in to get her?” He asks, wanting to know just who Steve Harrington ended up with. He wonders slightly if it’s Wheeler, or maybe he got with Buckley from band cause they were always together in her senior year…

“Oh, no,” Laur shakes her head, looking sad. “Um, no, she’s no longer with us.” 

“Oh,” Eddie's heart drops into his stomach. He looks at Shelby, so little and innocent and she’ll never remember her mom. Unlike Eddie and Matthew, who had the blessing of knowing their moms. For her, it’s either a privilege to not know how wonderful she was and what she missed out on or a curse to never have experienced the love of a mother. 

“But it’s okay,” Lauren’s voice gets even softer as she wipes sloppy Joe off Shelby’s cheeks. “She has me and Liz, and her aunty Robin, and grandma Claudia. She has so many wonderful women in her life.” 

Shelby smiles so much at all the names she just heard, lighting right up with that Harrington charm. 

“He’s still close with Buckley, that’s good to know,” Eddie nods along, taking a bite of his food finally. 

“They live together,” Daryl adds. “She’s the art teacher over at the high school now. They got a place together cause it would make them more financially stable.” 

“It was smart, they have enough room for all 3 of them and Robin goes to Indianapolis to visit her partner on weekends,” Laurene continues. “Which is why I get the pleasure of watching Shelly today.” 

“What does Steve do?” 

“He’s a hairdresser at the mall,” Kenny throws in. “He cut my hair here in the kitchen last week.” 

Eddie almost laughs but he knows better than that. He was always so… fluffy. His hair was always done, even after gym class, you’d expect it to be sweaty and ruined but he was able to make it look flawless. He smelled of expensive products, it wafted down the hallway when he’d walk by. It’s not really a shock that he’d want to get into that as a career. He probably makes a killing off all the girls who come in just to flirt with him while he touches their hair. Like when that Hargrove kid worked at the pool and the moms were drowning for the chance to be touched by him… Eddie can only imagine how many botched colours Steve has to correct. 

“Maybe he can cut your hair?” Eddie teases Matthew, nudging him slightly. “Unless you want to grow it out like mine. I’m surprised Al let you keep it so long.” 

He’s got messy hands from his sandwich so he uses his forearm to push his hair back, “I like it.” 

“Me too,” Eddie smiles at him. 

The conversation lulls a bit there, they move to talking about what they got at the mall, sizing and registration for kindergarten. Laurene knows some people at the elementary school, she dug up boxes of clothes and sorted aside ones that she thought would fit him. Just by looking at him, she knows she got it right. 

She helps Matt clean up his hands and face before breaking out the new clothes, letting him set aside the stuff he really likes. Which is almost everything. He’s so overwhelmed but also excited, that it breaks him out of his shell a bit. He gets comfortable with her, asking if he can try some of it on. This is how they end up doing a fashion show when Steve Harrington walks in the door. 

Daryl has Shelby in her lap as he walks into the house, “hello, anyone home?” He calls out in a teasing tone. “Where’s my favourite girl?” She lights right up at the sound of her dad's voice and starts to climb off his lap and jump up and down happily on the carpet with her hands flapping in front of her. 

“In here!” Eddie calls back in a girlish voice, the urge to piss off the popular kid never left when he exited high school. 

When he enters the living room, he’s also shoeless. His sock-clad feet pad over the carpet softly, he doesn’t walk quite as hard as Eddie imagined him to. That big head and all that hair aren’t as heavy as it looks.

“Munson?” He asks, taken aback a bit, just as Shelby runs into his leg for a hug. He scoops her up quickly, kissing her cheek and whispering that he missed her. 

“Harrington, how are ya?” He gives him a charming smile. 

He’s still just as pretty as he was in high school, just, older. His hair is lighter, he has highlights or something. His skin is more freckled, he’s put on a bit of weight and he has a cute little bit of facial hair going on. His lips are still pink and pouty, his nose still strong and his eyes still as welcoming as ever. 

“Good, good,” he nods, trying to not get too personal. “What are you dong here?” 

“Tada!!!” Matthew comes running down the hall from the bathroom towards the living room again, in green cargo pants and a yellow shirt this time. He does a spin and poses for them, smiling away and then he freezes when he notices the stranger. “Oh, hi.” 

“Hello,” Steve gives him a smile. “You look great! Yellow is your colour!” 

“Thank you,” Matthew blushes. 

“I didn’t know you had a kid?” Steve turns back to Eddie, “he looks just like you.” 

“Oh no, he’s—

“We have the same father,” Matthew cuts in. “Eddie’s going to be my dad though. He said dads are special and different from fathers, so if he keeps reading to me before bed and taking care of me and if loves me like Wayne loves him, he’s going to become my dad.” 

“Oh,” Laur holds her hand over her heart. “Did you say that?” 

Eddie nods, getting down to Mathew's level. “There’s no if buddy, of course, I’m going to take care of you and love you forever. You’re mine now.” 

“That’s…” Steve looks all choked up. “That’s so beautiful. Wow. Dustin always said you were good with the new kids in your club.” 

Eddie looks up at him with wide eyes, “Henderson? I haven’t heard from him in a while. How is he?” 

“He’s good, he’s graduating from MIT this year,” Steve says with a proud, almost fatherly nod. “He’s somehow always getting smarter, it’s actually crazy.” 

Eddie laughs, standing back up, he runs his fingers through Matt's curls and smiles at him. He remembers messing up Dustin’s hair all the time, Matt’s hair is so much like Dustin’s. And he’s smart. He’s going to end up being a little nerd too, he’s already so interested in Eddie’s things that he can’t wait to introduce him to DND and teach him how to play guitar. 

“Yeah, he was the best,” he reminisces. “Do you still talk to the others? Mike and Lucas?” 

He nods, “Yeah, Mike did a 2-year social work course, he’s working in Indianapolis for CPS.” 

“Oh,” that’s a little bit of a shock, but he’s probably good at it. Probably really good at it, actually. He brought in a lot of lost sheep for their D&D club after Eddie graduated, he basically took over Eddie’s role of leader when the older kids left too. He was always good at making people feel accepted and wanted. 

“Yeah and Lucas is at Notre Dame, he started on a basketball scholarship but also tried out for football. He’s their quarterback now. He brought them to NC double A championships this season,” he brags, so excited for him. He’s holding little Shelby’s hand and starts to bounce her slightly, making her smile. “We went up to see him play in South Bend a few times, didn’t we?” 

She nods, “Uncle Lukey.” 

“Yeah, Uncle Lukey,” Steve smiles. “She’s super shy, she can talk she just doesn’t talk often, which is weird cause she’s around Aunt Robin all the time and all she does is talk.” 

She rests her head on Steve’s shoulder with a smile, snuggling into him. “Oh, she’s tired,” Laur teases, getting up to gather all her things. “She had a good day today. We played Barbies and she helped me water the plants outside and then we had some sloppy joe’s for lunch.” 

“Ooo,” Steve plays up the excitement for her. “That sounds like a fantastic day.” 

Laurene hands him Shelby’s bag and runs her hand over her hair, “I’ll see you on Monday, sweet girl. We might have our friend Matthew back for some afternoons too.” 

Eddie hasn’t even asked her about that yet. He still has so much to do before he looks for a babysitter— like sign the kid up for school, but it’s good to know she’s already down to watch him. She’s such an amazing woman with such a huge heart, of course, she’d want to take in another little kid to take care of and love while their parents work. 

“Oh, fun,” Steve bounces her again, making her giggle a bit before he pulls an envelope out of his pocket to hand to Laurene. “Well, thank you so much again, we will see you on Monday.” 

“You will,” she quickly puts the envelope in her own jeans pocket and waves to Shelby. “See you later, have a good rest of your Sunday with Daddy!” 

Steve takes her back to the entryway to get their shoes back on and Matthew follows, which makes Eddie follow him. “Hey, hey, we’re not going yet.” 

“I wanted to say bye?” Matthew almost whines, sad. 

“Oh, okay,” Eddie gives in quickly. 

“It’s okay,” Steve assures him. “You’re so sweet, buddy. What’s your name?” 

“Matthew,” he smiles, bursting out of his shell. 

“Well, Matthew, it’s been very nice to meet you,” Steve compliments. He sets Shelby down on the bench near the door and reaches for her shoes. “It’ll be nice for Shelby to have a new friend near her age.” 

“How old is she?” He asks. 

“She’s 3,” Steve smiles. “Aren’t you, Shell.” 

She nods, holding up 3 fingers, still not really talking. 

“She’s smart,” Matthew compliments. “Can she read?” He asks, something Eddie asked him just yesterday. 

He nods, “a little. She watches Sesame Street and they’ve been teaching her a lot of stuff before she gets to go to school. And I read to her at night, she’s started to pick up on what words look like and she’ll read things out to me.” 

“Wow,” Matthew thinks that’s just the coolest thing. “You’re a good dad.” 

Steve puts his hand on his heart, “thank you.” 

“And I like her shoes,” he points. They light up too. “I got new shoes today.” 

Steve reaches over to the brand-new, light-up shoes on the carpet, “these?” He holds them up. 

“Yeah!” 

“They are so cool!” Steve hypes him up. 

It makes Eddie’s heart swoon. 

Fuck.

Yeah, okay, maybe Steve Harrington has always been good-looking… but seeing him with kids. Seeing him with Eddie’s “kid”… that makes his heart swell so much. He’s so kind and being a dad looks so good on him. His weird little crush on King Steve has started to resurface.

He’s doomed. 

Once Steve stands up again, he slips into his shoes, grabs the bag again and picks up Shelby, all while still talking to Matthew about reading. 

“Yeah, Eddie’s reading me Lord of the Rings,” he brags. 

Steve laughs, “Of course he is. I’ve heard it's a really fun book.” 

He nods, “it is.” 

“Okay, well, it’s been so nice talking to you but we’ve gotta get home now,” Steve says as nicely as possible. Reaching for the door handle. “You have a good day, Matthew.” 

“Thank you, you have a good day too!” He calls right back, waving as they slip out the door. “Wow… he’s so nice.” 

Eddie smirks, “he is… he really is.” 

—

Daryl gives him Monday off so that he can get things settled with Matthew. They take a trip up to Indianapolis in the morning, they see a doctor and find out that Matt's had most of his vaccines when he was 3, before his mom died, he just needs them updated… but he was so young when he had them last, he doesn’t remember what they’re like and it’s scaring him. 

He’s cuddled into Eddie’s side while the doctor preps the shots. He’s shaking a bit, he looks up at Eddie with big sad eyes that break his heart, “it’s okay,” he runs his hand over his hair, soothingly. “You’ll be okay.” 

He starts to cry a bit, not believing him. So he does the only logical thing. 

“Do you have like a flu shot or something you can give me?” Eddie asks, “I just want him to see that it’s not painful, I’ll get one first so he knows he’s safe.” 

“Oh, yeah,” the doctor nods. “I can give you a tdap but you’d have to pay $45, it’s good to keep those updated.” 

“What is it?” 

"Tetanus, Diphtheria, and Pertussis which is whooping cough,” she explains. “It’s good to get them every 10 years, you might’ve had your last one at 16.” 

“Yeah, I might’ve,” he shrugs. He really has no idea. “Let's do it.” 

So, she finds another vial and she fills a needle all while Eddie takes off his jacket and pulls up his sleeve. “You can watch, if you want?” Eddie assures him. “They don’t hurt. It goes in for a few seconds and it helps keep you healthy and makes sure other kids don’t get sick because if you don’t get these, it could hurt other people.” 

“Oh,” he takes a deep breath, wiping his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” 

“Cause you’re a good kid,” Eddie reminds him. The doctor approaches him with the needle and he reaches out his hand, “Here, you hold my hand and then I’ll hold yours when it’s your turn.” 

He nods, gripping Eddie's hand tightly. 

“Okay here we go,” the doctor says as she puts it in his arm. “1, 2, 3, and we’re done.” It’s over just as fast as it started. 

“Wow,” Matthew whispers. 

“See? It didn’t hurt,” Eddie shrugs it off, pulling his shirt sleeve back down. “Let's get your arm ready.” 

Eddie helps him take off his sweater and push his t-shirt sleeve up, he sits on Eddie's lap and Eddie holds his hand. “You don’t have to look, you can look over there at the wall,” he explains. “You’re doing so good.” 

“Okay, so I have to do 2 different shots, so we’ll do one in each arm, okay?” She explains, waiting for a nod. 

Matthew takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, “do it.” 

“Okay, brave guy,” she says as she sticks it in his arm in one fluid motion. “1, 2, 3, and we’re done.” 

He opens his eyes, full of shock and awe, “see, it wasn’t that bad?” Eddie teases him. “You did great.” 

“Best patient I’ve had in a long time,” the doctor compliments him too. She gets the other needle while Eddie helps him roll up his other sleeve. He looks the other way, closes his eyes and she does it all over again. “1, 2, 3, and that’s it. You’re all done.” 

Matthew lights right up, “I did it?” 

“You did it,” Eddie hugs him. “You’re so brave, buddy.” 

They get his paperwork done, proof that he’s up to date on his vaccines and info on when he’ll need more. He had a checkup 2 days ago when he arrived with CPS, they took him to the hospital for that tho… it’s Eddie’s understanding that Al was selling drugs from their apartment, there was worry that he was making them there too and that the fumes and chemicals were affecting Matthew, but there was no proof of that. No lab, no equipment, and no trace of anything in Matthew's bloodstream. 

Thank god. 

They stop for lunch before they head back to Hawkins, a couple burgers and fries at a little diner neither of them has been to before. The waitress fawns over Matthew, loving his curly hair, saying he looks just like his daddy… and they don’t correct her. They simply say thank you. 

On the way home, Matthew is in his car seat in the back of the van, tapping his fingers on his knees along to the music. Eddie watches him in the rearview mirror with a smile. He’s the cutest little guy in the whole world. He’s opened his heart right up, he can’t imagine a life without him now. This was where he was supposed to be.

He turned the music down a bit, looking at him through the mirror once more, “how are you feeling, buddy?” 

“My arms hurt a little,” he says trying to be brave about it. 

“I’m sorry buddy,” he apologizes. “Do you think you have enough energy to come with me to the school to get you registered?” 

He nods, “Yeah.” 

—

Well, he didn’t. 

By the time they reach the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, he’s asleep in his chair. Eddie doesn’t have the heart to wake him up and drag him into the school, so he simply drives right to Wayne's trailer. 

Wayne doesn’t leave for work for another 2 hours, it shouldn’t take Eddie that long at the school. He lightly wakes up Matthew as he picks him up, “hey buddy,” he whispers. “You can go back to sleep in a second okay, I just need you to know where you are.” 

He just groans, “where?” 

“This is grandpa Waynes trailer,” he whispers, holding him close, Matthews head on his shoulder. He walks him up to the door and opens it up without knocking. 

“Ed!” Wayne light right up and then quiets down, “oh, hey.” 

“Matty, had his shots today and he’s tired but I have stuff to do at his new school, can you—

“Of course,” Wayne reaches out for him, taking him from Eddie with a groan when he realizes how heavy the kid is. He puts him down on the couch, head on the pillow and reaches for a blanket to cover him. 

Eddie kneels down in front of him and brushes his hair back off his face, “I’ll be back soon, you’re safe with Wayne. You have a good nap and I’ll see you later, okay?” 

He just hums, “Bye da-Eddie.” 

He smiles, leaning in he presses a kiss to his forehead and stands again. Wayne is swooning a bit, he never thought he’d see Eddie with a kid of his own, but here he is. “I’ll be an hour at most, I don’t think getting him registered will be that hard.” 

“Do you have all his information?” Wayne asks, making sure he doesn’t get all the way there and needs to turn around. 

“Yeah, in the van,” he points as he reaches the door again. “Thank you for—

“No need, he’s always welcomed here,” Wayne assures him. “It’ll be nice to have a mini Eddie to watch again.” 

He slightly chuckles, “Okay, well, have fun. I’ll be back.” 

Single Dads fic

@stevesbipanic @panicatthediaz @jizzing-bastard-600and69 @sharingisntkaren @ellietheasexylibrarian @missmagillicuddy @platinum-sunset 

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter One: Back to Reality

There was definitely a new air about National City that night, and there was definitely a new air about Kara Danvers as well. Sitting in her chair in the main meeting area of the CatCo bullpen, wearing a red and cream tartan suit with her hair perfectly blown out; almost as if she flew there in a rush so she wouldn’t be late.

Thanks to a very important person at her sister’s wedding, who can only be described as the living embodiment of regality with a soft marshmallow center, and a droning force in short but fun-sized packed persona over the phone, she decided that this interview was not only the right time to tell the City she called home for years who she was, but all to breathe. To become herself. Her WHOLE self.

“Are you sure you want to do this Kiera?” The incomparable Cat Grant almost floated in to do this interview, she was that mystical and ethereal. “Once you do this, your life will be changed, and the horrid, ridiculous guest appearances start.”

“I’m sure. This is exactly what I need to do.” Kara takes a relaxing deep breath to calm her nerves.

“And none of your family knows you’re doing this?” Cat’s eyebrow makes an ever present curious arch.

“Nope…Though this would be a good surprise.” A slightly nervous, but at peace chuckle was the clear indicator that she was ready.

“Well then…” Cat gave her famous, let’s get down to business smirk. “Let’s make history.”

*The Lena Luthor Foundation--Head Office*

Catching up on some paperwork, Lena had lost track of time.

“Knock knock.” A rap on the door frame from Andrea had greeted her. “Figured you could use the company and pick me up.”

“Andrea.” A smile brighter than Rao itself was the indicator that she needed a break. “You’re a lifesaver. And thank you. I lost track of time, I actually forgot to eat.”

“Well, when Kara is off changing the world in her new Girl Boss position, someone needs to be there as back up.” Andrea began to unpack a bag of Big Belly Burger, and turn on the tv in Lena’s office. “So, where is Kara exactly? Didn’t you tell me she would be here too?”

“She was, but she had something come up with Cat about changing the layout of their next issue. And something that big, I wouldn’t keep her from that. I told her she could simply make up to me at home.” Hiding her smirk when she said that was not even going to happen.

“I bet.” A chuckle was bound to happen. “I’m happy for you, Lena. Ever since our last catch up after Alex and Kelly’s wedding, it seems like you and Kara are closer than ever.” Andrea was genuinely happy for her friend.

But what she didn’t know was that there was indeed a moment between her and Kara at the wedding. However, just as she was about to say those three words, Nia had called them to wave goodbye to the blushing brides.

“We are. It feels very cathartic that we can just be ourselves with each other. And after all of that time I spent being angry at her for simply…” She definitely couldn’t reveal Kara’s secret. “Keeping a family secret to herself, I had time to think about all of that.” Lena shrugged as she ate.

*The Suburbs of National City*

Family Movie Night was in full swing at the Danvers-Olsen household. Tonight’s plans: Chocolate Drizzle Popcorn, A giant order of potstickers no one had to fight over because Kara wasn’t there to inhale them like a Hoover vacuum, and a big pitcher of lemonade with “special additions” for the adults.

“Alex, hurry up! The movie is starting.” Kelly hollered from the living room

“I’m coming.” She warmly chuckled, followed by a delightful peck on the lips and greeted Kelly upon her return. “Movie nights require extra blankets.” Alex lays one over Kelly and Esme, who was practically shoveling the popcorn by the handful.

“And I feel honored to have finally made a movie night. It’s been a while since I’ve visited. The Tower has kept me rather busy. With you ladies enjoying your time off, and Kara being a big shot with Cat, Brainy, Nia and M’Gann are helping as much as they can.” J’onn grinned warmly as he leaned back in his armchair.

“And tell M’Gann we said thank you for her gift. That Martian salt lamp, I’ll admit, was a little…odd. But the living room was the perfect place for it.” Alex quickly retorts.

“Sssssh.” Esme takes a break from chewing. “You guys are going to miss the best part.” She jokingly glares at them with her crystalline amber-brown eyes.

“It’s the beginning.” Kelly could help but laugh at her daughter’s reaction.

“Exactly. Everything you need to know is in the beginning and I don't want to miss a thing.” She goes right back to devouring her popcorn, eyes practically glued to the TV.

All three adults exchange a glance that read “I swear she’s smarter than all of us.”

“She gets that from you.” Kelly smirked, mouthing to Alex, before turning to the screen herself.

While watching, Alex just took in her surroundings for a moment. For all her life, she had dreamed of having a family of her own. Of having a partner that would love her regardless, good times and bad. Pinching herself to check if it was real was no longer necessary. Her dream had finally come true. With a content exhale, she wrapped her arm around Kelly, pulling her close to snuggle under their blanket.

*CatCo Bullpen*

“Thirty seconds to air, Miss Grant.” A camera assistant reminds them as the equipment setup is finished.

“Are you ready to make history?” Cat smirked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Kara took a deep breath, closing her eyes just for a moment. In that moment, all of that conflicting weight about having to choose between Supergirl, and Kara Danvers…was gone. Yes, she still had the trauma she never really dealt with, but finding a therapist would be tomorrow’s plan. Right now, she wanted to show those little girls out there who look up to her, that you can have as many sides to you as you want.

With a definitive and proud nod to the camera person, the red light turns on.

“Hello National City. You know her as Kara Danvers, CatCo’s Ace reporter and NEW Editor In Chief. But tonight, it is my great honor to introduce to you…Supergirl.”

As she was saying those words, trying to remain as professional as possible, she could feel her sense of pride grow. Cat had known Kara since the start. Yes, she was mean and hostile. But it was only because she wanted Kara to see her full potential, and as soon as she figured out that Kara and Supergirl were one in the same, she pushed Kara harder. She knew the doubts were still there. Hence the blunt, but caring pep talk she had given her over the phone. Cat always knew how great Kara’s value was. Being able to not only break the story about Supergirl, but to be able to interview her protege in the end…She hadn’t had too many “proud mom” moments in her life, but seeing the person Kara had become over the years right in front of her; The growth she could see from Kara’s smile alone, it was certainly just that.

And even though Cat knew her identity for years, hearing her mentor say it, seeing her mentor smile while saying it, it took all of her willpower to not tear up. In that presence space, Kara and Supergirl were whole.

*The Lena Luthor Foundation--Head Office*

Andrea had nearly had her milkshake come out of her nose watching the TV. “Wait, you’re telling me…” Her Sage/Mint Green eyes wider than usual, she had to set down her dinner. “All of those times. The time Supergirl saved me when Nxly nearly threw me up against my back office wall, that weird white tiger incident…”

Lena simply sat there, stifling a chuckle while nodding. “Yeah. It’s a lot. But it was for Kara to tell you herself, and not me.”

Rubbing her face as if that would help the news process faster, Andrea leaned back in her office chair getting pained realization across her face. “Kara was missing for those weeks. Her hesitancy to write about the Phantoms. Her being scrambled…oh my god.”

“Andrea, it's okay.” Lena reaches for her friend’s hand to assure her.

“It’s not Lena.” Shaking her head, refusing to act like she was nice to Kara. “I was nothing but rude to Kara. I shot down every idea, criticized her work when it was perfectly fine. I couldn’t even pick up on the fact that the Phantom situation probably caused her even more trauma after I forced her to write about it.”

“That’s an understatement.” Lena whispers under her breath.

“Even sending William to flat out snoop on her and the Super Friends was a dumb move. It…” Andrea was flashing back to that video.

“Don’t even go there. It wasn’t your fault. As nice a guy as he was, he could’ve prevented his own death. Sending that video to guilt trip you was a shite move on his part.” That was one thing that made Lena angry about that situation: there was an easy solution, but someone with a small brain decided to have the last word.

“I know.” Giving a somewhat sad smile, Andrea was grateful for Lena’s assurance and advice. “And Hopefully opening a school in his honor, as well as an award, is the first step to getting future Kara Danvers’, Nia Nal’s and William Dey’s pursuing the truth.” Looking at the clock. “Well, I should go. Tell Kara I said hi.” She gives Lena a much needed hug, and turns on her heel.

“I will Andrea. Drive safe.” As soon as she left, she practically lunged for her phone.

“Two things: That suit, The Cher Clueless vibes REALLY suit you ;). And when you get home…we need to talk.”

With an effervescent smirk, her own heart growing warmer by the second, Lena sat back in her office chair, and watched the rest of the interview with Kara and Cat. She had always been proud of Kara; who wouldn’t of their own best friends accomplishments? But with every word Kara spoke, Lena could visibly see how much her words to Kara at Alex’s wedding helped.

“My girlfriend is HOT.” She chuckled to herself.

*The Suburbs of National City*

A silence had fallen in the Danvers-Olsen household. While J’onn, Kelly and Alex were a mixture of shock and pride, Alex especially. There was her baby sister, at peace with who she is on TV, being interviewed by the person who had seen her grow just as much. Her eyes were glassy with tears, causing her vision to slightly blur. Despite the stinging in her corneas, a smile as big as the milky way galaxy was plastered right across her face.

“Aunt Kara!” Esme on the other hand, practically flew off the couch to sit closer to the TV so she could watch her aunt in all her glory.

The look she had on her face was priceless, magnified by one hundred.

“Well, if that isn’t the cutest thing on this planet.” Kelly grinned, watching Esme. “I don’t think I’ve seen Esme with this much wonder before.”

“Wouldn’t you if your Aunt was a superhero?” J’onn beamed, listening to the interview questions. “Even being interviewed, she has a gift with words.”

“I’m not surprised. If there was one subject she was good at in high school, it was creative writing.” Alex quickly dabbed her eyes so she could have a clearer view while watching. “I always thought Kara would do something like this, but just print. I had no idea that she was going to let Cat interview her.”

“It’s pretty full circle if you think about it. That one issue of CatCo you showed me, Cat was the one to break the story. I think it’s poetic that Cat is the one to finally get Kara to open up about being Supergirl.” Wise as ever, Kelly too had a twinkle of happiness watching.

“But that would mean…” Alex’s cogs were turning. “Oh…wow. That means Cat has always known too.”

“Aunt Kara really needed a different disguise.” Esme laughed at her own joke.

“Yeah…glasses were definitely not the best idea.” Alex responded with a resounding agreement.

“Can we go see Aunt Kara tomorrow to tell her we saw the interview?” Esme turns to all three of them, puppy dog eyes turned all the way up to 11.

“She mastered that quickly.” J’onn smirked at her reaction, watching Alex and Kelly slowly but surely cave.

“If she’s not too busy with work?” Alex turned to Kelly for the assist.

“I think your Aunt Kara would love that surprise.” Kelly booped her precious little button nose.

“Yay!” Esme cheered. “I’m going to go draw a picture of her to give it to her tomorrow before bed.” She takes off running to her room.

“I will take that as my cue that movie night is over.” J’onn surges from his chair to give the girls each a hug.

“Thanks again for coming, J’onn. Esme wouldn’t let up about inviting you to movie night.” Kelly jokes, returning his sentiment.

“She really does have everyone wrapped around her finger.” He fondly jokes right back.

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” Alex gives him a bear hug with a pleased feeling of content. Both she and Kelly waved goodbye, then began to pick up the aftermath of snacks.

“So, how are you feeling?” Kelly could always tell when something was on Alex’s mind.

“Like someone just shook the emotional magic eight ball that was inside me, and asked “Is Alex going to cry?” Answer: Without question.” Alex’s sense of humor always somehow made her feel less emotional in order to get herself to stop crying. “Though, I’m shocked Kara didn’t text, or reveal anything about this.”

“Maybe that was the point of the surprise. All of those pep talks you’ve given her over the years, plus Lena, and whatever blunt and slight scary pep talk Cat gave her…was the push she needed to do this.” Kelly came up behind Alex to wrap her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. “It’s nice to see your sister be her authentic self.”

“You’re right.” Grinning, Alex spun to meet Kelly’s luminous brown eyes. “And between you and I, I think Lena did most of the pushing to get her to this point. Now if she’d only just remove those blinders of hers.”

“You’re bad.” Kelly teased before leaning in to meet Alex’s lips the rest of the way.

“Cue the song Bad to the Bone.” Alex, quite pleased with herself, closes the gap. “Come on, let’s go see how our little Bob Ross is doing on her masterpiece.”

Hand in hand, they stood watching Esme. Swelling with a sense of home and completeness, that couldn’t help but turn to mush watching their daughter reach for color after color as she drew Kara on TV. To them, this was their definition of perfect.

*CatCo Bullpen*

“Thank you, Miss Grant. This is exactly what I needed.” With a loud exhale, Kara felt freer than she had ever felt in her entire life.

“I should be the one thanking you, Kiera.” Cat admits. “These next words I’m about to stay within this bullpen…” She then turns to give the iciest glare to the camera operators. And just like that, as if by magic they disappeared. “I may be snarky, callus and rude…” Immediately, her finger goes up to ward off any sarcastic comments that would come out of Kara’s mouth. “But I really do care. Those Groucho Marx glasses of yours, you didn’t need them. That disguise worked about as well as the superhero’s first suit in a pilot episode on the CW. I already knew you were special. Whether it be your writing, or how you interact with people. As far as I'm concerned, you were Supergirl in the office. Even then, I knew you were giving people a sense of Hope. Being able to do this here, with you…Not only has it been the highlight of my entire career, it is the moment I am most proud of.”

“I don’t --I…” Kara quickly pinched her tear ducts to stop herself from crying before giving a reserved, but very big hug. “Thank you.” She shakes her feelings away, taking a step back.

“You’re welcome.” Cat didn’t let many people hug her; Kara was one of those lucky few. “Now you better run along to your girlfriend, because I’m sure she wants to see you after this momentous occasion.”

“How did you?!” Kara’s face instantly goes Hubba Bubba pink.

“Oh please, it's about as obvious as the beginning of every Christmas and Valentine’s Day movie on the Hallmark Channel. Go.” Cat shooed her as she packed up her stuff.

A booming woosh was all that was heard as Kara left. She knew she had to figure out what the second half of Lena's text meant. Did she forget something? Was she in trouble for eating the last piece of cheesecake? Getting an I’m Sorry as a just in case was her best bet.

Here it is. My very first chapter of my Supergirl fanfic. I’m super nervous about sharing, but please let me know what you think in the comments, and any KIND constructive criticism you have as well.

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Hi can u do a gavi fic with actress!reader where she confesses in an interview that she had a crush on him and he dms her ... <3

one last question - pablo gavi

SUMMARY - while promoting your new movie you are invited to an interview in which the interviewer asks if you have eyes for anyone…

PAIRING - pablo gavi x fem!reader

SONG INSPO - n/a

WARNINGS - none

WORD COUNT - 600+

NOTE - hi! thank you so much for your submission! i thought it was so cute and i loved writing this!

you had been flown out to spain to promote your new movie. this movie was your "big break" and your co star was none other than the anya taylor-joy. the two of you had gotten really close, and she had become like a sister to you.

it was your first time doing over seas promotions for a project, so you were very nervous. it's not like you hadn't done an interview before, but something about doing one in a different country made you anxious. it felt so real, whereas before it was more calm. it's just a reminder of the big step your career was taking.

the morning of the interview came, and you were feeling more anxious than ever. you got dressed into black linen wide leg pants, and a white silk blouse. it was simple, but put together. you then put on your black ballet flats, and after doing your hair and makeup, you left the hotel room.

once you got to the set of the interview you were met with the hair and makeup crew. yes, you had done your hair and makeup, but that was only to leave the house. it sounded crazy, yes, but whenever you did anything for the press, they always had to touch up your hair and makeup so you looked perfect for the cameras. you were used to it by now.

"3, 2, 1, recording"

and with that the interview started.

anya was on the left of you, and she looked so put together. she answered every question so perfectly and had the best answers. this was so natural for her, which seeing her calm made you more calm. after all, you were just answering simple questions.

as the interview went on, you got more comfortable. you were able to laugh a little as some of the remarks anya said, and you were just enjoying yourself.

"so, miss y/l/n, one last question, do you have eyes on any one? any special guy?"

the question caught you off guard. all the nerves suddenly came back. it was only an innocent question, so you pulled your self together, mentally, and answered the question.

"yes, actually. barcelona's pablo gavi. i think he's very charming".

you tried not to blush out of embarrassment. you couldn't believe you actually answered the question.

the interview came to an end after anya had answered a couple more questions, and the two of you promoted your movie one last time on the interview.

"Y/N! omg, you and pablo would be so cute together! why didn't you tell me you liked him!"

anya was practically jumping for joy after you made your confession. you blushed and tried covering your face.

"you're only, what, a couple months younger than him? that is seriously so cute, y/n"

you rolled your eyes as you went to go gather your things.

you and anya decided to get something to eat at a little cafe in madrid, since that's where you had your interview, and it had probably one of the best burgers you had ever eaten in your life. the energy of madrid was incredible, and you were definitely looking forward to staying here for an entire week.

as you and anya were walking around you were checking your instagram. it had been a few hours since the interview and you wanted to see the feedback from others. everything you were seeing was pretty positive, and all the messages you were so sweet.

and then you noticed on message in particular.

oh my god

you clicked on the message and read it.

pablogavi: hey, i think you're pretty charming too

you blushed, out of embarrassment, and shyness. you couldn't believe that he had actually seen the interview, and then dmed you.

"why are you so smiley?" anya asks while shrugging your shoulder.

"anya, he dmed me"

[honoviadakai]

Foods I think Team Urameshi enjoys 🍜 😋

This post is kinda inspired by/a continuation of this post I made about Hiei so please enjoy my thoughts on the rest of the team’s taste in food!

Yusuke:

If the live action did nothing else, it definitely established that Yusuke’s a ramen guy 😂

He likes both the instant stuff and the traditional kind but the latter is his go to if he can afford it

The instant ones are good but they doo remind him of his childhood when either his mom didn’t have enough money to feed him properly or she was too intoxicated to feed him properly

He also really likes American food

If you get him a good burger, some fries and some soda, he’s your friend for life

He LOVES a good cheesy pizza! The greasier and cheesier the better

Honestly he just LOVES heavy, greasy, heart food

It makes him feel full and weirdly energized

He could eat an entire family bucket of fried chicken by himself, sides and all, and feel pumped up for a good workout 🏋️‍♂️

He also loves spicy food

His spice tolerance is average but he genuinely likes the burn 🔥

If he sees a spicy challenge, he’s gonna do it just to see how far he can go

He’s currently at a level 7 out of 10 on the 🌶️ meter

He’s also very open to exploring weird food combinations and food from other cultures

This includes food from the demon world

He actually kinda likes food from demon world, he just feels like it could use some more spices

Catch him trying Nutella and bologna because Chu swears that the last time he went to the human world he tried it and it was delicious

…he actually tried it…and he liked it…

9 times out of 10 he’s gonna try and actually like the cursed foods you recommend to him

Kuwabara:

He’s a big sandwich connoisseur 🥪 🧐

He just likes how customizable and portable they are

Honestly he likes meals that are not only balanced, but a comfort to the soul

So things like stews, ramen, soba, curry and pasta dishes

One of his personal favorites things to both eat and make are bento boxes 🍱

He loves making them for his friends and family for a number of reasons

For one, it’s his way of making sure his loved ones are eating enough

Some of his friends come from low income households that don’t always have enough money for food

He made sure that whenever they hung out, they were always well fed

He also learned how to make bentos from his mom and sister

He really enjoyed the cooking lessons and he enjoys the warm fuzzy feelings he gets when he feeds his loved ones

The one food he won’t make or consume is anything spicy

He can’t handle spicy food and doesn’t feel confident enough to properly make a spicy dish

Honestly he can’t eat anything spicier than a jalapeño

But he will try to beat Yusuke and Hiei in spice challenges

…my boy never wins and I don’t know why he thinks he will at this point 😂

Kurama:

Like seemingly everything else about this guy, his palate is very refined

He likes expensive things like lobster, caviar, and liver tartare

Part of why he likes it is Yoko has expensive taste and old habits die hard 😂

In Yoko’s correct opinion, if you’re gonna feed him, you might as well break out the good stuff

The other reason is that a lot of these foods have very strong flavors and he enjoys that every now and then

That by no means mean he hates “Lowe quality” foods

He use to eat McDonald’s as a kid

He liked it

Still eats it from time to time

Not as often as Yusuke does, but like…if friends invite him out for a burger, he’ll eat it

Big enjoyer of fruit, grows it himself actually!

The fresher the better 😌👌

He loves ice cream! 🍨 specially strawberry, vanilla and most fruity sorbets

He actually has a bit of a sweet tooth tbh

Thank his mom for that cuz she’d give her baby boy sweets if he looked at her with his big puppy eyes

Mf didn’t even have to say a word

She’d either buy them or make them for him

Even into his adulthood, he can demolish a tray of cookies and macaroons on his own

The difference is that as a child he didn’t care about his weight or how much sugar he’s eating

As an adult, he absolutely cares because he wants to stay in shape and also his body is technically human so he doesn’t wanna deal with diabetes if he can avoid it

Now he also technically grew up with demon world food when he was Yoko

Demon world food is whatever you can find that’s edible

So usually it’s other demons and edible plants/produce

Some of which does that pretty good

But a lot of it is more for survival than taste

He’s absolutely had to eat a bug demon before and not only did it look gross, it tasted gross!

But it was either that or starve…

And believe me…he did debate it…but food doesn’t always just die for you so…🐛🐛🐛

Boy was he grateful that humans in Japan eat some of the best food he’s ever seen

Human food has also made Kurama appreciate the artistry that can go into food

When he sees the chef went out of their way to make the food look like a literal work of art, he’s always so amazed!

He actually has a hard time eating something if it looks super pretty

Expect him to take a few pictures before he eats btw 🤣

He also has an shockingly high spice tolerance

He can eat authentic Thai food without sweating

But certain peppers will automatically have him on his knees

He can and has grown his own peppers to see if he can make spicier peppers than what’s available

He has, but internet trends make people competitive enough to dethrone him by next week 🤣

Hiei:

Oh this guy ain’t picky

Honestly he’ll eat burnt food if he’s hungry enough

He can also eat 10xs his own body weight

Want proof?

Togashi himself knows this little gremlin is a bottomless pit of angst and hangry

He could easily eat you and 12 of your friends out of house and home and still have the audacity to wonder why ya’ll stressed 🙄

Hello grew up in an environment where food was not guaranteed every day so any food he got, he wasn’t wasting a crumb

Even if he’d been given a giant demon bug leg, best believe he’s eating it

Waste not want not as they say

The only food he’s very sus about is mushrooms 🍄

Especially when talking about demon world mushrooms, a lot of them are very hard to identify wether they’re poisonous or so he tends to avoid them

Unless Kurama is there to tell him it’s poisonous or not

He’ll never admit it out loud but he LOVES human food so much!

It’s so flavorful!

His favorite dishes are meaty rice and noodle dishes

Honestly any dishes with meat are an instant hit with him 🍖

But his all time favorite dishes are the spicy ones

The spicier the better 🌶️🌶️🌶️

His spice tolerance is otherworldly

I’m 99.99% sure he could eat lava and not react

To this day, Yusuke and Kurama are trying to find a dish or pepper spicy enough to make Hiei sweat

They so far have not been successful 😔

Honestly not sure they will succeed any time soon

Mf pops Carolina reapers into his mouth like popcorn 🍿 🌶️

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Hey there! What’s your favorite episode of Bob’s Burgers that no one ever seems to talk about?

Hi Babs! Thank you so much for asking me! I've been dying to answer this, so sorry for making you wait.

Okay, my favorite episode that I feel nobody talks enough about is "The Belchies." It's such a fun and hilarious episode that holds a special place in my heart. I've watched this episode with my family at least three times, but two out of those three, my dad was present. The first time my dad watched the episode, he laughed at the part where Bob and Linda try to have "sexy time" on a chair and lost it when Ollie looked up at Bob with a straight face and said, "I just peed Andy's pants."

The second time he watched this episode, he laughed at this same joke like he had never heard it before! XD The memory of my dad losing his shit over the Pesto twins not once but twice will forever be hilarious to me and my sister. My dad has also said that my sister and I remind him of Andy and Ollie, so it's the biggest compliment.

But back to the episode. The Belchies is just a classic episode where Louise puts her life at risk in the hopes of riches or to prove herself and learns a lesson. It's funny to me because Louise has learned this lesson so many times; she's done this in "The Show (And Tell) Must Go On" and recently just did this in "Jade in the Shade," and it will never get old to me because that's what I love about Louise's character.

Even if I didn't already love The Goonies and the song "Good Enough," hearing Cyndi Lauper sing "Taffy Butt" at the end was a real treat.

Thanks for the ask, Babs. :3