#yeah these pictures are old shhhh

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Marcello Napoli

Materialistic | Bro | Lazy

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social's as chigiri's girlfriend

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yourusername: he lets me touch his hair i win losers

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kuniisuke: yeah but i'm the one who he kicks balls with ↳hiyori: MATE. NO. ↳yourusername: yeah and i'm the one playing with his balls ↳karasu_tabito: okay what the fuck ↳chigi.who: not true please don't trust her ↳eita.otoya: you sure ab that princess? ↳yourusername: ew don't you have enough bitches already?

nikkoki: he looks so tired of you in the second picture ↳yourusername: YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM WHAT ↳nikkoki: exactly. his annoyance radiates off the picture ↳yourusername: go back to crying like a lil wuss or something

user1: i love your eyelashes ↳yourusername: i love you ↳chigi.who: no you don't ↳yourusername: i'm a free independent woman with my own free will ↳chigi.who: icecream if you shut up ↳yourusername: ok ↳karasu_tabito: so you just buy her silence? ↳chigi.who: yes ↳yourusername: HE LETS ME TOUCH HIS HAIR TOO SO HONESTLY I'M WINNING ↳karasu_tabito: valid

kenyu.yukimiya: what the fuck is he doing in the first picture? ↳chigi.who: can't you see? ↳chigi.who: oh wait no nevermind he actually can't ↳yourusername: THAT'S SO RUDE?? SAY SORRY ↳chigi.who: i'm sorry that you're blind as a bat i guess ↳kenyu.yukimiya: fuck you

mikka.kaiser: why is everyone fucking everyone in this comment section ↳alexis.ness: could be us? ↳isaichii: no one's fucking

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yourusername: in a world full of boys he's a gentleman (the last image is me n him)

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chigi.who: no that is not us what the fuck. ↳yourusername: aww hyo don't be shy ↳chigi.who: you like playing w my hair right? ↳yourusername: no i'm sorry+ i love you+ don't remove my hair touching privilege + i'm js a girl + don't be a hater

megubachi: the last image is canon (i was the chair) ↳yourusername: my real one fr ↳isaichii: bavjura i didrn except tjis frmo yoi ↳rin.itoshi: what ↳yourusername: "bachira i didn't expect this from you" ↳megubachi: you're still my number one ↳isaichii: sorry guys kaiser was chasing me around like a mad maniac ↳mikka.kaiser: come to papa ↳reo.miikage: what the fuck

nikkoki: was the last picture really necessary? ↳yourusername: are you really necessary ↳isaichii: throwback to the time when someone asked chigiri if his haircare was necessary and without any hesitation he went "are you really necessary" ↳shiidoryu: dk ab that but i can throw a back ↳chigi.who: did it once and i'll do it again

user2: you should date me instead i'll let you touch my hair ↳yourusername: oh emm gee let's go on a date to the park and we'll terrorize kids tgt !! ↳user2: ofc bae ↳chigi.who: i am that kid because what the fuck . ↳yourusername: 🙁 ↳chigi.who: ew ↳yourusername: BEO YOU BETTER FUCKING SLEEP WITH A EYE OPEB I'M GONNA FUCKING CHOP OFF YOU'RE HAIR STEAL YOUR SISTER AND THAN LIKE DRAW IN YOUR FACE ↳mikka.kaiser: bro* an* open* your* then* on* ↳shiidoryu: SHUT UP CAN YOU NOT ENJOY THE DRAMA W/O BEING AN GEEK FOR 2 MINUTES ↳alexis.ness: it's a geek and don't talk to kaiser like that you good for nothing zesty butt loving horny demon ↳itoshi_sae: please help he keeps touching my butt ↳shiidoryu: you're into that bae 😘

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chigi.who: i actually act like a normal boyfriend

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julian.loki: just how broad is normal in this situation? ↳yourusername: broader than yo mom ↳julian.loki: .. ↳julian.loki: ok i kinda maybe sorta might have laughed ↳yourusername: normal can mean pushing me off a swing or fighting w a 7 year old who was rude to me btw ↳oliver.aiku: bro got bullied by a 7 year old ↳yourusername: you got cooked by a guy who does puzzles btw ↳oliver.aiku: bye

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nagi.seishiro: how much we betting y/n fell of the roof on her ass ↳yourusername: RUDE !! I HOPE CHOKI DIES ↳nagi.seishiro: not cool dude :x ↳chigi.who: she did in fact actually fall on her ass ↳yourusername: ihy ↳chigi.who: not what you were saying last night ↳yourusername: I'M STILL A MINORR ↳eita.otoya: TRYNA STRIKE A CORD AND IT'S PROLLY A MINORRR ↳mikka.kaiser: drake fr got cooked ↳yourusername: so did you ↳karasu_tabito: drake x kaiser

yourusername: no but i fr love you ↳chigi.who: i know you do ↳yourusername: WOULD IT KILL TO TELL ME YOU LOVE ME BACK?? ↳chigi.who: i'm js a girl ↳kuniisuke: I FUCKING CALLED IT HE WAS TOO 💅💅 TO BE A SWEATY MAN WHO KICKED BALLS ↳reo.miikage: what ↳megubachi: wajt ↳isaichii: huh ↳hiyori: the fuck ↳mikka.kaiser: why ↳alexis.ness: what ↳eita.otoya: 💀 ↳karasu_tabito: w h a t . ↳rin.itoshi: what the actual fuck ↳shiidoryu: I FUCKING KNOW RIGHT ↳itosh_sae: no ↳barou.shoei: get help and sleep because it's 2 fucking am ↳chigi.who: :p

chigi.who: you're pretty ↳yourusername: i know

wellll that was mid asf i don't know how to write chigiri exactly if you can see but it's fine

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'tis the damn season | Epilogue II

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 4K

Synopsis: After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin finally went home to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his 'pregnant' fiancee to his family was a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. But when the truth came out, he turned to his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

After getting married and having twins, the Jake and Julie are ready to spend Christmas together and relax.

Epilogue | Master List | Ao3

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Epilogue II

Car doors slammed and Cece froze, french fry suspended in mid-air. Shoving the food in her mouth, she slid off the counter and crept toward the bay window in the living room, stepping over discarded toys and books. The sight of her husband leaning into the back seat of his truck usually made her happy, but today, she groaned, eyes fluttering closed with exhaustion. “Shit,” she breathed, forcing her eyes open and rushing back into the kitchen. Another curse fell from her lips when she stepped on a Barbie hair brush, the plastic bristles embedding in her sock. Hopping on one foot, she dislodged it and tossed the offending toy away. 

The front door opened, and the usual chaotic sounds of backpacks and jackets hitting the floor rang out. It covered the crinkling of the bag holding her half-eaten lunch and the muffled snap of the walk-in pantry door shutting when she darted inside. Not daring to turn on the light, she moved a few steps inside and collapsed onto the floor. “Take off your shoes!” Jake called.

“Mama! We home!” 

“Mama!”

“Mama!”

“Mama, where ARE you?”

“Yeah, where is Mama?” Jake asked. 

As the three-year-old twins' voices drew closer, Cece hoped the childproof doorknob cover would continue to confuse them. But, knowing her luck, this would be the day her snack-fiend little ones would accomplish the difficult task of squeezing and twisting. As much as she loved her children, it had been a long day - hell, a long week - at the bakery in the lead-up to Christmas, to the point that she couldn't stop to eat.

So yes, hiding in the pantry from her children wasn’t her proudest parenting moment, but damn it, she was hungry and wanted to eat her chicken and fries in relative peace and comfort. Sitting on the floor made her aching feet feel better, though the cold floor was killing her back. It had never quite recovered after her pregnancy - not that a job where she was constantly on her feet made it any better. 

A chiming noise startled her, and she swiped the fry grease onto her flour-dusted legging before grabbing her phone. Cece groaned at the picture on the screen: her drink with a prominent fast food logo on the cup. Wanna explain, Mrs. Seresin? So close to dinner?

Don’t rat me out, and I’ll give you a chicken tender

Deal

Cece bit her lip to keep from laughing at the speed of his reply. From the other side of the door, she heard a clap. “I wonder if Mama’s taking a nap?”

“Yeah!” Liam said.

“Naps are for babies,” Abby huffed.

“Naps are for tired parents and growing kiddos,” he countered. “Now, we have to be very quiet in case she is sleeping, alright?”

“Shhhh,” Liam shushed loudly.

“Right. Now, where would Mama take a nap? The bathtub?” 

“No!” the twins giggled. 

“Really? Mama took naps in the bathtub when we were in college. Wanna go check?” The sound of running was the only response, followed by a cautious, “Be careful - and don’t wake Mama up!”

The pantry opened quickly, allowing her the briefest glimpse of a silhouette before shutting. The sound of callouses on the wall was her only warning before the overhead light turned on. Clapping a hand to her eyes, Cece heard a deep chuckle and peeked through her fingers to see a sight for sore eyes: Jake crouching in front of her, his green eyes crinkling with suppressed laughter. When her hand dropped, he lifted her cup to his mouth, sipping from the straw. “I only slept in the bathtub once.” 

The unexpected words made him choke on the soda, and he cleared his throat before setting the cup beside her. “Your 21st was pretty memorable, from what I heard,” he agreed. Carefully lowering his bad knee to the floor, he planted a hand beside her hip and curved the other around her cheek. 

Jake still smiled every time he kissed her. 

Cece’s eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes dusting the tops of her cheeks. The tension drained from her body when their noses brushed. His forehead pressed against hers, and her hand curled around the back of his neck, tangling in the short hairs. “Hey, Cupcake.”  

“Hi,” she breathed. 

“Another long day?” Sighing, she nodded, trying - and failing - to open her eyes. “Almost over, at least.”

“Thank god. Remind me to hire more staff next year.”

“Will you listen to me next time or tell me the same thing you did this year?” The thinly veiled ‘told you so’ was motivation enough to open one eye and half-heartedly glare. Jake’s whispered suggestion that she bring on holiday staff had been dismissed whenever he brought it up. Even though the coffee shop/bakery was doing well, increasing payroll - even temporarily - still felt risky when she could handle the work with her usual crew. But the volume of sales and orders kept increasing, and she’d returned to work multiple times after putting the twins to bed to prep for the following day. 

Chuckling, he leaned forward to kiss her again. “You’re a meanie-head,” she muttered, using their son’s favorite insult. He laughed against her mouth, pulling away to run his thumb lightly over the dark circles under her eyes. 

“Well, this ‘meanie-head’ misses you. You have to go back - ”

“Daddy!”

“Where he go?”

Small hands slapped the pantry door, and they both bit back a groan. “Maybe if we’re really quiet, they’ll go away,” Cece whispered. That hope quickly went out the window when the pounding continued, joined by the spinning of the child lock on the knob and a thud.

“Hey!” Jake snapped. “You better not be kicking my doors.” The pounding stopped immediately. “Go sit on the couch. Daddy’ll be there in a minute.” The twins loudly made their way out of the kitchen as Cece smothered her laughter at their childish grumbling, resting her head on his shoulder. “They get that from you,” he huffed.

“Excuse me! You’re the one who punches trees.”

“Not for years.” 

“Thank god. We know how it ended the last time you did.”

“Pretty sure it ended with you kissing me.” Wrapping her fingers in the collar of his flight suit, she kissed him again. 

“Who would have thought we’d be hiding in the pantry six years later?” 

“Who woulda thought,” he agreed. “Now, I think you owe me a chicken tender, Mrs. Seresin.” Groaning, her head tipped back, and she smiled when Jake’s mouth gravitated to the hinge of her jaw.

“Any chance you’d be willing to exchange a tender for something else, Lieutenant Commander Seresin?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Gift wrapping tonight, then maybe…” her fingers skated down his front, toying with the zipper tab. 

“Bedtime can’t come soon enough,” he murmured before crushing his lips to hers. She didn’t notice his hand sneaking into the bag at her hip until he pulled away and clamped a fry between his teeth. Reaching behind her, he grabbed two juice boxes from the shelf and pushed to his feet. “Enjoy your contraband. I’ll keep them distracted for a bit.”

With a wink, he walked out of the pantry. Greeted by the squeals of the kids, he quickly closed the door, hiding her from view.

A loud moan burst from her mouth, and Cece turned to stifle it in her arm. Jake chuckled from where he knelt between her thighs, hands closing around her waist when she pushed back against him. “Feel good, baby?” A whimper and nod were her response, and he grinned, planting a fist in the mattress by her shoulder and brushing aside her shower-dampened hair to kiss the back of her neck. Cracking one eye open, she smiled sleepily at him.

“Harder.” 

“I feel like I’m gonna break your back if I go harder,” he said, shifting back onto his knees and resting his hands on the swell of his wife’s ass.

“You won’t,” she assured him, wiggling slightly to invite him to return his hands to where she wanted them. After a moment, she felt his thumbs digging into her lower back and moaned again. Pregnancy had destroyed her back, and - contrary to what the doctors said - it wasn’t getting better on its own. After spending a small fortune on massages, Jake started watching videos online and offered to do them. 

“It’s the least I can do,” he’d teased before the first one, his touch light and unsure. “Especially after you did all the work to have them both look like me.” 

Cece hoped the massages wouldn’t stop after her MRI in January. 

Goosebumps erupted on her skin when his fingers grazed the curve of her breast as his hands moved higher, thumbs running parallel to her spine. The bed dipped as he moved to her side, and Cece lifted her head to rest on her folded arms. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him work; his brows furrowed with concentration as he soothed her aching muscles. As much as she loved the attention from her husband, it was bittersweet. She knew he felt some misplaced sense of guilt over her body not bouncing back after delivering the twins, and he was well aware of her reluctance to discuss having any more kids until they figured out what was wrong. Living off of over-the-counter painkillers and dealing with tingling in her arms and fingers wasn’t fun, and he hated thinking about the night her pain had flared up so badly that he’d had to carry her into the emergency room while Phoenix and Rooster sat with the twins. 

Cece hated that it sometimes felt like she was edging closer to eighty than in her thirties and that she couldn’t play with her kids as much as she wanted to without feeling it the next day. But not a single part of her would have changed it if it meant being without Abigail and Liam. She loved talking to them about their day at ‘school’ - the daycare on base that they were fortunate enough to get spots in - and everything they learned that day. Kneeling by the tub and watching the epic stories they created with their toys. The weight of them crawling into their bed after waking up in the middle of the night, fingers tangling in her hair, and the odd elbow, knee, or foot nudging her, echoing their movements when she’d carried them.

But most of all, Cece loved seeing Jake as a father. Having witnessed the Seresin men parent for years, it shouldn’t have been surprising that he took to it like a duck to water. He had been there for every midnight feeding, helping to juggle the babies on the nursing pillow and cooing as they burped or spit up. There was no judgment when she couldn’t hold them when it came time for shots, and she fell in love with him just a little more when she saw the tears gleaming in Jake’s eyes as their children wailed after every injection. The way he sought her out after having to mete out punishment, curling up in her lap and regretting making their little lips wobble and tears spill down their cheeks as he dissected every word made her want to laugh and cry and hold him. 

“Will’s the same way with the boys,” Ally had once told her. “He hates punishing them and thinks they’ll hate him forever, no matter how many times I tell him they’ll forget about the time out or getting sent to bed without dessert. He thinks he’s traumatizing them.” 

And Abigail… she was a force to be reckoned with. Older by fourteen minutes, she was well aware of her status as the firstborn and had inherited generations of Seresin bull-headedness. When Cece had remarked on this to her mother-in-law, Mama Seresin had only laughed. “Your mama and daddy come from a long line of stubborn folks, too, Julie. My granddaughter comes by it honest from her grandparents AND her parents.” 

Liam, though… Liam was her sweet boy, who loved to cuddle with her. A true mama’s boy, he broke his daddy’s heart every time he pushed out of his arms and reached for her. On nights she worked late, Cece would inevitably get a call from her son, tears on his face as he begged her to come home. It bothered Jake how quickly the switch would flip - if she wasn’t home, Liam was fine. But when it came time for bed, or she was in sight, Liam wanted nothing to do with his father. Will had assured him that it was expected - Tyler had gone through the same thing, and Kevin was in the same stage - but it was cold comfort. 

“Keep goin’, and I’m gonna fall asleep,” Cece yawned. Jake chuckled, pulling away when she rolled onto her side. Lifting a heavy arm, she slung it over his shoulders and tugged him down. His lips were soft as he settled between her thighs, and she pushed down his shorts. Jake’s cock sprung free, and she took him in hand. He grunted, smirking against her mouth.

“Definitely worth a chicken tender.” That startled a laugh out of her, which choked off when he thrust into her. “Miss you, baby.”

“Holiday rush is almost over,” she panted as he rocked against her. 

Afterward, she snuck into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and glasses while Jake grabbed the wrapping paper and gifts. And, as they wrapped presents, they caught up on each other’s day and traded kisses. Tipsy and tired, she giggled while pulling off her shirt and pressing two bows to her nipples, posing when her husband grabbed his phone and snapped a picture.

Thankfully, everything was hidden away when little hands opened the bedroom door. Jake lifted the twins into bed when Abby poked him awake, forfeiting his time to spoon with his wife. Instead, he cuddled his daughter to his chest as Liam starfished over his mother, his towhead tucked under her chin and fingers tangling in her shirt.

“Squeeze gently,” Cece cautioned, then bit her lip when a glob of green frosting burst out of the piping bag. 

“Beautiful,” Jake snickered. Liam beamed at his dad before setting aside the bag and rearranging the frosting with his finger.

“Definitely a cookie for Santa,” she said, watching Jake’s smile drop just a fraction. He was responsible for eating Santa’s cookies. Eating anything sweet after taste-testing her products for weeks turned Cece’s stomach. 

“Daddy, look!” Abby said before dumping almost an entire container of sprinkles onto her cookie. Thankfully, the paper plate caught most of them, but the rest rained down on the table, bouncing and hitting the floor. 

“Looks like another Santa cookie!” Shooting his wife a look, Jake started to sweep up the sprinkles from the table while Cece grabbed the broom. Having the kids decorate cookies on Christmas Eve was always more fun in theory than practice. 

After dictating letters to Santa and a spectacular sea battle in the bathtub that left all the Seresins soaked, it was bedtime. The twins shared a room, and Liam pulled Cece into his bed while Abby and Jake grabbed three books. The twin bed was a tight squeeze for the four of them, and Jake had to keep a foot on the floor to keep from falling out. 

The twins were asleep by the end of the Polar Express, and he moved Abby to her bed while Cece carefully extracted herself from Liam’s grasp. Together, they tiptoed out of the room, splitting off at the kitchen. “What time do you want to put the stuff out?” Jake asked, walking into the living room and offering her a glass of water. Lying on his stomach with his head resting on her chest, he tucked his head under her chin, shivering with pleasure when Cece’s fingers carded in his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp. One arm dangled from the side of the couch while the other loosely wrapped around her, eyes drifting closed.  

“Maybe an hour? That way, they’re really asleep and before they come into our room.”

“You think we’ll ever get our bed back to ourselves?”

“Not for a few years,” she smirked.  

He was silent for a long moment, then sighed. “‘M gonna miss this when I deploy.”

“Me too.” The notice had hit his inbox a few weeks ago, and he’d told her as soon as the kids were in bed. While he’d gone on a few short missions since their birth, this would be the first time he would be gone for an extended period. “It’s only three months.”

“A long three months.”

“It’s what? A couple weeks longer than a semester?” She asked, lifting a shoulder. “We’ve done longer than that.”

“What if the kids forget about me?” His eyes shot open when Cece flicked the tip of his nose. 

“Please. They won’t forget about you because you’re away for a few months.” Catching her hand, he ran his thumb along her wedding band as her nails lightly scratched the back of his neck. 

“They might.”

“Not gonna happen.” 

“They’re little, and their memories aren’t that good.”

“Three months isn’t enough time to erase three years. Your kids aren’t going to forget you.” 

“Are you gonna be okay?” That made her pause for a heartbeat.

“I’ll miss you.”

“You’re gonna be outnumbered.”

“It’ll be easier than when they were both in diapers.”

“I’m thinking of dropping my papers.” Cece’s movements froze as she blinked down at the crown of his head, eyebrows nearly reaching her hair. “I just… I don’t want to lose my family to the Navy. Not again.”

Shaking off his hold, her palm rasped on his stubble as she encouraged him to meet her soft gaze. Worry creased his brow, the Christmas tree lights twinkling in his solemn green eyes. “You won’t, Farm Boy. I promise you - Abby, Liam, and I will be here waiting for you to come home.” 

“I worry - ”

“I know you do,” she cut him off. “And I love you for it. But we’ll be okay. Let’s… let’s talk about dropping your papers in the New Year if you’re really thinking about it.”

“I am.”

“Alright. I just…” her teeth dug into her lower lip momentarily before clearing her throat. “I don’t want you makin’ a hasty decision after all of the work you put in without giving us a chance to prove that we can do it.” When he opened his mouth to reply, Cece placed her finger over his lips. “The New Year.”

Swallowing hard against the lump in his throat, he pushed onto his hands and kissed her, licking into her mouth. Time seemed to slow as they made out on the couch like teenagers, the couch feeling just slightly larger than his truck cab in high school. 

And, after putting the presents under the tree and stuffing the stockings, Jake flipped the lock on their bedroom door after pressing his wife against it, fingers delving into her panties to find her wet. 

Not even an hour later, small hands hitting wood woke them, accompanied by sleepy cries for Mama. Pausing only long enough to pull on his boxers and toss Cece her clothes, he crossed the room and unlocked the door. The twins stumbled in, Abby raising her arms for him to lift her while Liam rubbed his eyes and ambled toward his mother’s outstretched arms. “C’mere baby,” Cece cooed. 

“Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” the kids screeched as the call connected, and they caught sight of their grandparents. Nursing her second cup of coffee and nibbling on another orange cranberry scone, Cece smiled at her in-laws. After saying their hellos, the grandparents focused on their grandchildren, making appreciative noises at everything they tried to share while talking over one another. 

Setting aside his second plate of French toast casserole, Jake acted as a cameraman as Liam showed off his new dinosaurs and Hot Wheels, and Abby her baby dolls and dress-up clothes.

Thankfully, the only knitted baby blanket this year had been addressed to Abby for her toys.  

Will and Ally were at the main house, and Jake and Cece caught sight of them as the phone was passed around. Ty and Kev took their turn showing off their presents, and the four cousins talked over one another. 

But then Bill took the phone and cleared his throat. “Your Granny and I got you kids a present. I need you to put on your boots and jacket so we can go see it.”

“What’d you get, Pops?” Jake asked, shooting a look at his wife.

“Just something for them to enjoy whenever y’all come out. Keep ‘em distracted while we paint the house.” The bi-annual house painting was scheduled for the summer, not too long after Jake was to get home from the deployment. They’d already decided to take time off and drive home on a road trip, partly to allow themselves to explore and partly to save on the expense of flying the four out and renting a car.

Once the family was bundled up and the twins settled in their parents' laps, Bill led them outside to the barn. Jake bit his tongue, having a pretty good idea of the gift. The camera shook as Bill told his grandsons to stay back before passing it off to Mama Seresin.

And there, standing in the last stall with its head peeking out, was a spotted Appaloosa. She stuck out on a farm that mainly bred Quarterhorses and American Paints. “Horsie!” Abby squealed, bouncing in Jake’s lap as he ran a hand down his face. 

“Pops.”

“You got them a horse?” Will huffed. 

“She’s beautiful!” Ally sighed. 

“Broken for riding already,” Bill said proudly, striding closer and petting her forelock. “Her last owners said she loved kids and taught theirs how to ride.” Ty and Kevin got closer, each holding one of Will’s hands.

“How big is she?” Cece asked.

“Just under 15 hands,” Mama Seresin answered. “And sweet as can be. Don’t worry, Julie - the twins will be in good hands with her.”

And they were. When summer came, the Seresin grandchildren took turns riding Nutmeg. Abby and Liam were only slightly behind their cousins in riding lessons and would have stayed in the barn all day if allowed. 

So when Jake saddled up two horses, handing Abby up to Cece, and settled his son in front of him, the twins held tight to the saddle horns and grinned excitedly. After months of physical therapy, Cece was feeling better than ever with her back pain - multiple bulging disks right where her uterus had pulled on her spine - finally being addressed. “Ready?” he asked, looking back at his wife, who nodded and adjusted Abby’s little cowgirl hat on her head. The ride across the ranch was slower; both parents worried about kids bouncing out of saddles, but it was still enjoyable. Liam, who had clung to Jake after he got home, asked a million questions as they rode. 

Under his favorite tree on the property, Cece laid out a picnic she’d packed while Jake tumbled in the high grass with the kids. When called to eat, he sat beside his wife and listened to her story about running into Betty Roberts in the grocery store. He was positive that there was some new story about them running through Magnolia. There were plans to have dinner with Lucy and her family and to stop by the firehouse to introduce the kids to some of Brian’s friends. 

And, of course, they needed to visit her parents.

On their last night in Magnolia, they sat on the front porch swing, watching the twins chase fireflies with their cousins. With his eyes drooping closed and his wife’s head resting on his shoulder, he sighed contentedly.

“Hmm?” Cece hummed. 

“Nothin’,” Jake replied. “Just thinkin’ about how happy I am to be home.” 

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Author's Note: I couldn't *not* revisit Jake and Julie at Christmas. I credit @tgmreader for encouraging me to continue writing these two. I had fun going back through the fic and pulling out reminders of my favorite scenes (such as Jake being comforted by Cece on the couch, and having Liam sleep the same way).

I definitely pulled the back pain part from my friend's experience with it after having her twins.

Happy (belated) Christmas to those who celebrate!

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Reacting to The Vampire Lestat - Part VI (with maybe big spoilers and quotes?)

Part 1

First chapter without Armand since his first introduction. I'm in my grieving era, leave me alone.

"And as we said our farewells, I believed that Nicolas and the little coven had every chance for survival and that Armand and I were friends." Why does this sound like a 'five minutes before disaster' situation? (If you say "that's because it is", I'm blocking you... shhhh)

It's like Anne didn't even bother to be subtle about it lmao.

"Nowhere did I meet a vampire who was in any way a magnetic creature, a being of great wisdom or special accomplishment, an unusual being in whom the Dark Gift had worked any perceivable alchemy that was of interest to me. Armand was a dark god compared to these beings. And so was Gabrielle and so was I." Armand mention! I'm gonna collect these like Pokemon while I wait for princess to come back (let's hope nothing bad happens when he returns :) <3 /hj).

"In the main it is Our Oldest Friend [Armand, obviously] who is relied upon to restrain him. And that he does with the most caustic threats." What I'm getting is that book!Armand and show!Lestat went to the school of Latin American mothers. Btw, the "Armand, obviously" made me laugh because it was so informal, it's like I was getting notes from Lestat himself and not reading an official book? Not to mention it was so unnecessary because it's clear that's Armand lol. But thank you, Lestat, for clarifying that I guess.

"I cannot say that we do not love him. For your sake we would care for him even if we did not. But we do love him. And Our Oldest Friend, in particular, bears him great affection." The show and even fandom gave me a totally different idea about Armand and Nicki? I didn't imagine Armand would ever care about Nicki in the slightest.

"As for Our Oldest Friend, I wonder if you would know him now. He has built a great manse at the foot of your tower, and there he lives among books and pictures very like a scholarly gentleman with little care for the real world. Each night, however, he arrives at the door of the theater in his black carriage. And he watches from his own curtained box." There you go my little neurodivergent princess with low social battery. We are the same.

I can't believe Eleni pulled a "Lestat, come back home, the children miss you!" lmao.

"And when I wasn't out roaming, I was traveling the realm of the books that had belonged to Gabrielle so exclusively all through those dreary mortal years at home." I'm so happy he can read and drown himself in books now. <3 Not being able to do it before left such a big impact in his life and it's great that he loves books as much as he thought he would. I think music, theater and literature are his biggest interests. I don't know if he has a favorite, but those are definitely his passions.

There's such a contrast between Lestat and Gabrielle because he was the one that got to go out there, hunt, kill wolves and have 'adventures', while she was at home reading. But he'd rather read those books and even as chaotic and adventurous as Lestat is, he's more disciplined and laid-back than her? And once Gabrielle is a vampire she's like "I'M DONE WITH BOOKS I'M GOING TO THE WILD I'M GONNA CLIMB MOUNTAINS AND SLEEP ON THE GROUND AND JUMP FROM HILLS AND LIVE AMONG ANIMALS AND EXPLORE THE WORLD" lmao. But I guess I'm with Lestat there, I'm way more inclined to arts than nature and adventure.

"Before we even got to Italy, I knew enough Latin to be studying the classics, and I made a library in the old Venetian palazzo I haunted, often reading the whole night long." Yeah you go baby learn how to read by accident and expand that knowledge to new languages now <3

"The truth was, I didn't want to forget them. I never stopped writing to Roger for news of my family. I wrote to him more often than I wrote to Eleni at the theater. I'd sent for portraits of my nieces and nephews. I sent presents back to France from every place in which I stopped." No matter what Lestat says, he is still a child that cares about his relatives even after everything, that deep down wanted a simple happy family life, that wants to keep his humanity, still has a conscience and cares about God. Many of his conflicts stem from that tbh. Just some Catholic village boy really.

"I do not know why I go on. I do not search for truth. I do not believe in it. I hope for no ancient secrets from you, whatever they may be. But I believe in something. Maybe simply in the beauty of the world through which I wander or in the will to live itself. This gift was given to me too early. It was given for no good reason. And already at the age of thirty mortal years, I have some understanding as to why so many of our kind have wasted it, given it up. Yet I continue. And I search for you." Not him mayhaps getting borderline suicidal that soon...

FFS, FORGET MARIUS! He cannot help you, stop putting your hopes on him, you don't know the guy! Babygirl, what you need is THERAPY!

I don't want to read the name Marius anymore btw. Maybe that will change when he shows up, but like this? No, thank you very much, but NOPE!

"For all my complaints about loneliness, I was used to it all. And there were new cities as there were new victims, new languages, and new music to hear. No matter what my pain, I fixed my mind on a new destination." Sometimes being right is not fun at all.

"It seemed no matter where I was that Armand and Nicki were both with me." I can partially relate.

I'm confused, did Nicki's hands grow back like Gabrielle's hair?

"'Oh, I'm monster enough to understand it,' I said. 'Do you remember what you told me years ago, before we ever left home? You said it the very day that he came up the mountain with the merchants to give me the red cloak. You said that his father was so angry with him for his violin playing that he was threatening to break his hands. Do you think we find our destiny somehow, no matter what happens? I mean, do you think that even as immortals we follow some path that was already marked for us when we were alive?'" One of my favorite pieces of the writing. Just deep and gorgeous. Also, Lestat still a Catholic boy after all this time with this reasoning.

However, I was expecting his death to be WAY MORE DRAMATIC and not this "told in a letter" thing? I was imagining the whole plot to be devastating, actually... And it wasn't? Maybe because Nicki was so mad since the beginning and didn't get enough book time, but I could never grow to care about him that much... I hope the show does a better job with it.

"Maybe people had to be dead six thousand years for her to love them." Ouch.

Second time that I think I'm having a completely different take compared to many people or even the whole fandom lmao. Noice.

Part 2

"'I can't and you know it,' I said. 'I can't do it any more than you can stay with me.' All the way back to Cairo, I thought on it, what had come to me in those painful moments. What I had known but not said as we stood before the Colossi of Memnon in the sand. She was already lost to me! She had been for years. I had known it when I came down the stairs from the room in which I grieved for Nicki and I had seen her waiting for me. It had all been said in one form or another in the crypt beneath the tower years ago. She could not give me what I wanted of her. There was nothing I could do to make her what she would not be. And the truly terrible part was this: she really didn't want anything of me! She was asking me to come because she felt the obligation to do so. Pity, sadness-maybe those were also reasons. But what she really wanted was to be free." This is sad, but I also think this is very human, relatable, realistic, well-written and a great conflict to explore on the show.

I do think Gabrielle genuinely wanted to stay with him, that wasn't pity or obligation, but they just want different things. She loves him, but they love different kinds of life and that's the problem.

The plot twist that is not that much of a plot twist because it's predictable (but still good) with Lestat's family...

If somebody was meant to be spared couldn't they just make one of his brothers decent and keep him and the children alive?

Btw, we don't even know much about his family. I know he had parents, three bothers that lived into adulthood and nieces and nephews. But the book only acknowledged Gabrielle, his father and Augustin. Maybe one of the brothers wasn't really that bad and was forced to do that stuff. Idk.

Anyways, it doesn't matter now...

His dream omg???

Kind of weird, kind of messed-up, kind of sad.

The fact that he's still going back to his father, omg...

I feel bad for him. I also feel bad for him because that probably won't solve anything and just hurt him more. I don't see his father changing.

Lestat and Gabrielle's goodbye was so well-written. One of the best moments of the book.

If I'm to give my full opinion on the incest, it would have to be on a separate post just about that. But in short, at first I thought it had some logic that worked in a book like this, but it wasn't necessary and the show could go fine without it... Now I believe it might be necessary to explore Lestat and even Gabrielle as individuals.

Like, the relationship isn't cute, sexy or fun like some people make it seem. At least not for me. But I do think it is a sign of their inner struggles and that it might be a necessary discomfort for us to fully understand them?

I don't know. I don't have a conclusion yet. Still thinking about it. But I trust Rolin to adapt the book properly and not just be controversial for the sake of it and trivializing this look some fans do.

I do hope that the times Lestat and Gabrielle hug it will be JUST HUGS. Those moments were so great and the kisses left me like... WHY RUIN IT LIKE THAT? I can and would rather live without it, tbh.

Okay, so Marius is here.

Marius is a blonde? Wasn't expecting that. I don't know who to fancast as him.

Not really found of blondes except for a feeeeeeew exceptions. Anyway, I'll wait for the revelation to come to me, I guess.

If anybody wants to share their fancast, I'm willing to listen. Maybe it will help me picture him too lol.

Last chapter, here we go.

[criminalmindswhore]

Dark Pieces of Me

TW: violence, kidnapping, blood, description of wounds, spy activities

Summary: Emily and you both have dark pasts, but yours come to light against your will.

Part 2 | Part 3

"Guys, we got something," Garcia announced as she entered the bullpen. Everyone stood up from their desks grabbing notepads, pens, and coffees. As they shuffled into the round table room everyone was silent, except Reid as he finished his ramble about how elephants think humans are cute and react the same we do with puppies. "Yeah I hate to cut off conversation about puppies but this is urgent." Garcia clicked the remote displaying pictures of mutilated bodies. "San Fransico PD is requesting our immediate help as a cyclist discovered all 5 of these bodies early this morning. All 5 victims were killed over a month ago but dropped late last night." Her face cringed as she caught a glimpse. The team studied each body, and you were first to speak up. "Cause of death?" Garcia continued, "Blunt force trauma to the face. Each person was hit in the face repeatedly with something like a bat or tree branch. There were pieces of wood lodged in their skin." Everyone cringed slightly, but you. Emily noticed, her eyebrows lifting somewhat in concern. "We need to find out who these people are and who did this to them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch ordered and everyone filled out of the room. You were the fastest to abandon the table, dropping your things at your desk you quickly made your way to the bathroom.

As you entered the stall and locked it, memories came flooding back to you...

"Good evening ma'am." You turned in your chair to face the door. "What took you so long Henry?" The man cringed, knowing this was his fate. "I- um- the target was hard to reach." You scoffed, "That has never been an issue before. Now answer me truthfully what took you so long?" You sat up in your chair, elbows resting on the desk. Henry took a deep breath in, "The target was holding her daughter." He finished his sentence and waited. You sighed, you hated this mission. You hated every part of it. "Thank you for your honesty. Go." You shooed him away. As soon as the door shut you let a couple tears slip before pulling yourself together and picking up the phone. 3 rings and then he spoke, "Is it done?" Your face showed fear but your voice never faltered, "Yes sir." He chuckled, "God. Now kill Henry and the other and get home mi amor."

The tears came rushing from your eyes as you sat on the toilet clutching your arms around yourself. You remember what your therapist said, "Deep breath in, I am safe, deep breath out." After a few deep breaths, you calmed down enough to return to work. Opening the bathroom door, there stood Emily. A concerned look on her face made you break down again. Nearly falling on the group Emily caught you. A sob escaped your lips and everything started flowing. Emily pulled you close to her chest holding you up by the shoulders and an arm around your waist. You put your forehead on her chest and sobbed. Hot tears ran down your cheeks and onto her shirt. "Shhhh y/n it's okay, get it out." Emily knew deep down something big was wrong, you never cried in front of anyone ever. "I'm so sorry Emily. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Emily immediately pulled you to your feet, holding by your shoulders and staring into your swollen eyes. "Listen to me right now, I don't know what's wrong, but no matter what it is not your fault." You took a deep breath. The old you crept in as you immediately stopped crying, knowing what had to be done. "I'm sorry Emily." You spoke so clearly that Emily got a chill. This was not you.

You broke out of her grasp and walked into the bullpen. She followed close behind you, "Y/n, what are you doing?" She called after you, drawing attention to the two of you. You collected your items, laid your badge on your desk and walked towards the door. "Y/n what's going on?" Morgan asked as he stepped in front of you. You stopped in front of him and looked him dead in the eyes. "Let me go." There was no emotion in your voice and it shook him to his core. He stood his ground, "Y/n, no. What is going on?" He spoke sternly, demanding you to stay and let them help. "Derek Morgan, move or I will move you." You stared right through him. He did not even falter. You took one hand and grabbed his ear yanking him down. He fell with a thump and you stepped over him. You looked back at Emily, standing beside Morgan, staring at you. She looked devasted and furious. "Goodbye, Prentiss." You haven't called her that in over a year. You stepped out of the doors and left. Leaving the team screaming after you. Garcia came running down the hall at the commotion just in time to see the elevator doors close.

You stepped into your car and drove back to your apartment. You know the team isn't far behind you so you move quick. Just like you practiced. Safe, file, bag, close. Turn, gun under the mattress, wallet on the bed, turn, out the door. You got into your second car no one knew about and took off. As you pulled away 2 SUV's pulled up. From the rearview mirror, you saw JJ and Emily jumping out of the first and running inside. You sighed from grief knowing that was the hardest family to walk away from. You left them, in your apartment. Emily clutching your wallet, Morgan staring at the empty open safe, Reid holding your car keys. You were gone, you pulled an Emily.

#emilyprentiss #criminalminds #aaronhotchner #JJ #garcia #spencerreid #criminalmindsfanfic #criminalmindsxreader #emilyprentissxreader

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

ectoberweek2023 day 31- It had been a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought. TW- none summary- Sam isn't investigating. She isn't. She's just curious.

ao3 ectoberweek23 masterlist part 3 of AHINWTG

It had been over a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought. 

After… the Incident, Sam had tried to go about her life normally, pushing aside any thoughts about ghosts and the Fentons and that cage and the body except it wasn’t just a body because it had looked at her and that planchet had been on the front lawn and what if he came back to haunt her and—

Yeah. It wasn’t really working out for her.

But the thing was, she had looked online. All she could find about the Fentons were their obituaries, which didn't mention a boy, just the daughter.

But Sam remembered the pictures. There had been a boy in that house. Why wasn’t he mentioned anywhere?

Was that who was in the basement? And why was the basement sealed off? The basement had looked like some kind of mad scientist lab. Had the Fentons put their own son there? But–

Nope. 

Sam was focusing on her schoolwork. Spooky stuff could wait until she was ready for it. Which would be never She was never going back to the Fenton house. Never.

She told herself this, even as she kept abandoning her homework to try and search up more information on the Fentons and Amity. But the internet had depressingly little.

Maybe… If the Fentons had lived in Amity, maybe their children had gone to Casper. It was the only high school in town, so unless they went to Elmerton then their records might be in the school’s little used file storage room. If they hadn’t been thrown away.

But she wouldn’t be able to sneak in alone.

Even though Casper had very little security, it still did have a couple cameras that she wouldn’t be able to avoid.

Which meant asking Tucker for help with this project that she was definitely not doing. Because she was putting ghosts behind her. 

So, when she asked Tucker about hacking the school cameras, it was for a totally unrelated reason.

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“You want me to do what?!”

“Shhhh…” Sam looked around the library, but the only person who’d looked in their direction was another student who quickly got back to their own work. Not even the librarian had bothered to shush them. Then again, the librarian tended to only focus on her Match.com account which she thought no one knew about. Sam almost felt sorry for her sometimes.

“Sam,” Tucker whisper shouted, “why do you want me to ha–” Tucker cut off as Sam covered his mouth with her hand.

She glared at him, “You better not lick me.”

Tucker slumped. She removed her hand. “I need you to help me with a project.”

“What project?” he said morosely.

Score. That meant he was going to do it.

“I just want to look at the old records.”

“But why?”

“Reasons.”

Tucker frowned at her and crossed his arms.

“Fine. I have reason to believe that the spirit that haunted us a few weeks ago used to go to this school, and I want to find out more.”

Tucker stared at her, gaping. “Do you want to die!”

“Shhhh.”

“No, Sam. I’m not helping you murder the both of us.”

“I just want to see if i can find who it was. That way we can help them move on or whatever it is spirits do after they leave the living realm.”

“Sam.”

“Tucker.”

They stared at each other.

Finally, Tucker caved.

“Fine. But if you get me killed I’m haunting you for eternity.”

“Deal.”

[snuggerudism]

https://www.tumblr.com/jimmyssnuggs/747036824040521728/yeah-hallies-not-a-fan-of-finny-at-first-as-soon?source=share

I feel like Hallie heard something from a friend of hers at school. And they're just like "they cry and scream and steal your toys" and then Hallie's not a fan anymore.

I feel like it hurts Teagan a little too, because she's hormonal still and she thinks that Hallie will hate him, but Jimmy is super reassuring and is like this is normal, she's gonna love him

picturing it happens right around the time teagan is due. like, she’s due within two weeks.

she tells her preschool, “my momma and daddy said my baby brother is gonna be here soon. they know i’m gonna be the best big sister on the planet, they told me themselves.”

one boy in her class ruins her excitement. “babies are gross. all they do is cry at everything. and when they get older, they take all of your toys.”

and she tries to defend her brother, even if he’s not born yet, but the doubt is tricking in her body. she’s so young, she doesn’t know any better. “my baby brother won’t be like that. he’s gonna be my best friend.” she nods her head.

another classmate chimes in. “hallie he’s not lying. little siblings are annoying, all of them.” and scrunches his nose.

she gets off the bus that day to her grandparents waiting at the bus stop, pout on her face at the thought her parents would lie about how her baby brother was going to be.

“where’s momma and daddy?” she looks up at her grandparents.

“mommas having the baby! you’re gonna be a big sister hallie!” her grandpa picks her up, not noticing the pout grow on her face.

“i didn’t want to be a big sister! i want to keep my toys, and have momma and daddy to myself! no baby!” she shouts, kicking her legs against the air.

her grandparents eyes widen, taking her inside for her after school snack and dropping the subject of her being a sister.

two days, teagan and jimmy come home from the hospital, new baby with them. hallie comes home from school, noticing jimmys car is back and runs though the garage to go see her parents.

“you’re back! you’re here!” she runs into jimmys arms, hugging him tight.”

“shhhh hallie, your baby brother is sleeping. but yes, momma and i are back, and your baby brother is here, waiting to meet you.”

“no! take him back! i don’t wanna a baby brother! take him back daddy!”

teagan looks shocked at her daughters outburst, eyes nearly filling with tears at the shift of her opinion. jimmy notices, shaking his head and picking hallie up, much to her screams.

“halle, stop screaming please, you’re gonna wake finny up.”

“i hate finny! i don’t want a brother.”

jimmy sighs, putting her in her bed and sitting down next to her. “i’m sorry bug, we’re not bringing him back. he’s part of our family now. and remember what momma and i told you? we don’t hate anyone. hates a very strong word.”

“i hate finny, i hate mamma, and i hate you! i don’t want to be a sister! no no,” the four year old kicks her feet in the air, back laying on her bed. “go away.”

“bug, i-“

“i said go away daddy! get out.”

he listens, walking out the door and down the stairs to the sight of teagan feeding their son.

“is she okay?”

he sighs, and is honest with her because he promised he would never lie to her. “no. but we’re gonna work on it.” he takes her free hand and squeezes it reassuringly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

there’s a mix of emotions swirling around in teagan at the switch up of hallie. but she closes her eyes, resting her head on jimmy’s shoulder and finny sucks away happily.

[zeawesomebirdie]

for the fic ask game :D 🙌 🥘 🦗

[for this ask game here]

Thanks for the ask J!!

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of? I'm giving you two paragraphs, one from a posted fic and one from a wip >:)

From Distractions, Distractions [brudick, rated E, underage]

Bruce Wayne was not the kind of man who hid from others, particularly not when he had something he needed to discuss with them, regardless of what Alfred might say to the contrary. Yet he had spent the majority of his day in the Manor rather than in the Cave, even though Dick had the day off from school and had announced at breakfast that Bruce was welcome to come down with him. No, he was not the kind of man who hid, but at the same time, he was also not the kind of man who could picture himself walking down to where his partner was likely turning cartwheels, nor could he see himself telling Dick just why his costume needed changing.

(yes that is the very first paragraph shhhh I've never been more proud of an opening before 😌)

And from a brudick wip I'm writing for @ful-crum in which Dick and Bruce fuck in the Cave and Dick mistakenly believes that they'll be able to be together now, only for Bruce to ghost him for two months straight

That was the crux of it, in the end, the grit of sand that irritated his heart into submission: that night of The Incident had been a one-off, and it was obvious that Bruce had meant nothing by it, no matter what Dick thought would come of it. And that was fine, or it would have to be; after all, Dick had had a few one night stands before, and while it wasn’t his preference, he could understand the appeal of such things to people like Bruce. Dick was just going to have to take the L, then, because otherwise he was going to mope his sorry ass into nothingness, and then what would become of him? It would have to be fine, there was no other choice, even if he was going to remember that night forever as one of the rare moments he and Bruce were truly a team again.

🥘What wip are you most excited about? Um, well, does all of them count?? Because I really don't think I could choose just one to be most excited about, honestly. The closest to actually being finished is another little insomniac!coldflash one shot for Stories I Tell Myself When I Can't Sleep, after that, the aforementioned brudick fic for @ful-crum is the most complete, and I've got half of a 5+1 Dick fucks Bruce to distract himself from his emotions written, and for the brubarry Old West!AU I've got all of Bruce's arc plotted and half of Barry's arc at least planned. And then beyond that, there's a dickjay gameboy fic and a 5+1 times Riddler saves Robin!Dick in the works, both of which I'm also excited for (and don't even get me started on the three wips I have for Bad Things Happen Bingo, one of which is for MASH, one for Star Wars: Legends, and one for Gunsmoke). Which one I'm most excited about depends on my mood and my energy, I suppose (yeah that's a non-answer, sorry!)

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around? Mostly in sequence, but I keep a notes doc for every longfic so that I can jot down scene ideas whenever they occur to me!! Though with the insomniac!coldflash one shots, those I'm writing out of order bc they really weren't meant to be more than a one-off thing, and I'm still plotting the whole longfic that'll eventually give context to the one shots; that's just not normally how I do things, normally I write pretty sequentially ^.^

[rainboneish]

to continue the trend of me thinking about zoro today (it’s 4am so it’s technically a different day but shhhh)… so no one wants to think about luffy dying… BUT… zoro being the next rayleigh and mihawk combined… having achieved everything but losing the person who made it mean something but still having to Wait, for a worthy successor for his title as the greatest… having Luffy’s hat (if he didn’t give it to a kid himself)

being (and this one applies to any of the straw hats really, if they survive luffy by some time) one of the few people who knew the full truth of him, and not just the image portrayed by the stories (read a fic where nami was thinking about how no one will ever know what luffy’s smiles were like even if they see pictures in history books some months back and it hasn’t left my mind since)

old man zoro, on his own again (even if the others are still alive somewhere) being found by people looking for the pirate king’s right hand man, looking for laugh tale (if the op world doesn’t change drastically when they find the one piece, which it likely will cause yeah roger found it but he was too early)

[emptymanuscript]

I love stumbling across pictures that just take me a moment. Like: where the hell is this? What was I doing? Why did I take this? Was it an accident? It sure looks intentional. I don’t recognize or recall…

And then I note my shirt. And there’s an arrow on that dumpster. Oh, yeah! This was my crummy selfie from driving up to the election drop box to document my vote for Harris, in a Harris t-shirt, at night (before election day) so I could wear the Harris t-shirt while I voted for her without violating election laws stating that you can’t wear a political statement into a polling place. So I could look back and be excited that I had voted for her.

But I was excited and tired, so I took a crummy picture. AND THEN the actual election happened and it was more terror than excitement so it just sat in my photos, forgotten.

But, you know, even though we may not have gotten Harris, I do still feel proud to have voted for her.

In some ways, her loss makes the pride easier :/ now I never have to compare her real Presidency with my idealized picture of what a Harris administration could have been.

I can spend the rest of my life pretending everything would have been perfect if we had just elected Harris instead. Like that is where the world actually went wrong.

I can be the crazy 93 year old babbling about an alternate timeline’s politics as they euthanize me for being cray-cray.

That’s nice grandpa, let’s put get you to sleep now before you spend all the inheritance on porn and candy.

Grandma woulda got me a strapping young sci-fi cosplay stripper to make out with. Fuck or die time!

Give me the hypodermic before I need brain bleach.

You, bring me a wallstreet journal, so I look sophisticated! You, get me a Vulcan love slave 🖖 You, ululate the fuck or die fight song!

Shhhh, go to sleep Grandpa, you’re getting weird.

If Harris had been elected, every Friday would have been Fuck or Die Friday, you mark my words, sonny-jim-jiminy-crikey… biggest… mistake… this… …country… …ever… ZZzZzZzz… ☠️

[skautism]

ANSWER ALL THE EVEN NUMBER QUESTIONS ON THE ASK GAME YOU REBLOGGED!!! MWAHHAHAAHA!

(if u dont wanna do that thats ok lol just do like… 2-6… when i rb those posts i always lowkey wanna answer all the questions so i thought maybe u might enjoy this !)

WOOOO oh boy. ill skip the two i already answered (and fucking. misread)

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

im gonna only say happy things. having an art mom, my first internet friend ever who introduced me to vocaloid, and futurama

show us a picture of your handwriting?

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

newsies (1992), borderline forever, and ghostbusters :3

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

incorrectly weighing a package before shipping it so that the recipient has to pay the postage

what made you start your blog?

musicals lol

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

best: frieeeends :)/worst: strangers not knowing how to mind their damn business

what scares you the most and why?

death. do i need to explain that?

any reacquiring dreams?

mostly fucked up shit like getting sexually assaulted. also lots of getting lost. i only ever have recurring nightmares :/

tell a story about your childhood

my mom pierced my ears for me as a kid since the only option for a 6 year old in georgia at the time was claires and she doesnt like claires at all. we had to do each ear months apart because it hurt a lot and scared me. had to give in and do the other ear because my dads 2nd wife said one ear was tacky and they were about to have their wedding

would you say you’re an emotional person?

nooooooooooo the only place im vulnerable on is here

what do you consider to be romance?

longass walks together

what’s some good advice you want to share?

LEARN TO TOUCHTYPE

what are you doing right now?

about to get back to my fic draft yippeeeeeee

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

nothing really? its either "i dont care that im scared ill do it" or "yeah i dont want to do that i dont think id like it"

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

very silly but. wii and 3ds

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

we are removing my health problems

name 3 things that make you happy

writing, mario kart, trapeze

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

both

favourite thing about the day?

sunny breeze :3

favourite things about the night?

its quieter and easier to walk around because theres less cars

are you a spiritual person?

i mean i believe in ghosts

say 3 things about someone you love

they make really cool music and are supportive of what i do without trying to force me into bullshit and make me really happy

say 3 things about someone you hate

he doesnt know how to actually take accountability for fucking up, hes a dick to my mom, and tried to force me off my meds when they were still working

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

im writing again! i thought i never would actually get the ideas and motivation back

fave season and why?

fall!!!!!! halloweeeeen and better weather and stepping on leaves and pinecones

fave colour and why?

purple. its pretty :)

any nicknames?

i have a few based on my real name but wont share them for obvious reasons lolol

what do you do when you’re sad?

jack off

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

card games

are you messy or organised?

extremely fucking messy

how many tabs do you have open right now?

13 on my laptop

any hobbies?

game collecting, playing video games, cd collecting, various art mediums including digital and traditional art and sewing/embroidery and knitting and linocut/blockprinting, obsessively reading tvtropes, bass, piano, guitar, saxophone, sudoku, solitaire, and writing fanfiction

any pet peeves?

people going "shhhh" it hurts my fucking ears SO BAD

do you trust easily?

yeah

are you an open book or do you have walls up?

walls up. i know that directly contradicts trusting easily its complicated

share a secret

id rather not

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

look at my pinned post and guess. and because i like video games and its funny and i like the characters

any bad habits?

vaping and also my ten billion ocd compulsions

[boujeebardienvythisplease]

ayeeeee ! heyyyy dolls n gents yasssss...

Ok so im baq... baq ... baq, baq blogging again: I had to take some time off n get baq n2 school n blog. Now that I actually know what I am doing with this whole radio college life shit I am like omg no wat! abbreviate that O.M.G... dolls! I am like almost about to be n my mid thirties and this business of mines we have 2 " TURN things around and turn it up 2 get people attention 2 where you guys can buy my soon 2 b products coming soon n the website u cannot get ur eyes off of my products like u just want 2 steal them off the shelves if I have a store that's n the future the long run. And ummmmmmmmmmmmmm. The birthday tradition go 2 a mavs game with my mom n just have fun lol. I dont know ? yet what I wont 2 do on my birthday after graduation I plan on going to the houston and the Mavericks dallas texas basketball game . But look down below when that time comes I will take a picture when I am at the arena by myself n Just wild the fuck out okay. N oh yeah happy birthday mom she something this old like up there with Opera but she getting 2 the point she can just b sickness n2 she die type of stuff n u know the type old people set n there rocking chair looking out the window . N yeah i might have 2 say I have a 12 step confession 2 make : i AM addicted 2 my social media sites I be on 4 this business people r just getting me feedback like good vs. the bad ... vs the " UGLY " so I will be in business another year I mean since 18 people I be like the song by now " It's getting hot n here r was it the other "( NELLY)" SONG ummmmm shhhh lol. I dont know i didnt write the song I do not own the song. I just like the song. Okay..... Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it might b on my throwback playlist off of youtube yassssssssssssssssssssssss n im out .

Bye .

Upcoming DJ/Podcaster/Blogger& Youtuber : Im am gonna b insta famous one day reach my goal of 10k n then let it grow n b known through out the whole texas n make the morning news one day. Like oh u guys stole the words right out of my mouth can I get a discount on cable bill or at a local family dollar store so I can watch u guys every morning at 5am at 12pm and at 4pm so I can stir behind my crush baq when he not looking at the Dallas Mavericks Basketball team n pretend like I got wedding bells ding donging n my head all day.

Lol .

Ok look at what's new n my blogs.

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Bye.

Upcoming : Dj/Podcaster/Blogger/Youtuber & Cartoonist/ Animator I am blog host, your host " Tha _ Bardi Oh with the $ . N I use that to make my community feel happy like they belong . I dont wont to end up somewhere n someone says if I ever end up on the news that I never serve the community ... Will bitchies here your cup of tea on informational stuff that needs to be put out there for you to take an advantage of n use it your full advantage I say fight and be brave n encourage to yourself 2 live life 2 tha fullest.

Bye okay im gone im still on hold from waiting 4 customer service 2 pick up the phone.

Okay enjoy playlist I know I will.

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[stainedpurplehoodie]

NOW THESE BASTARDS

Ahhhh these ones are cool too. (Technically they're revamps from an old high school story but shhhh.)

SO this story takes place in a city ruled by crime, currently named Sunset City but I might change it (essentially fake LA). Back in the 1950s a gang known as the Olympians set up shop and haven't left. Since then, there have been quite a few prominent crews and gangs but none ever come close to the Olympians. Those who do suddenly disappear without a trace. The only group that's managed to survive is a group called the Legion, which is just a competitive mercenary gang. The one rule of the Legion is keep your identity a secret VIA mask (infighting is allowed and often encouraged so long as it doesn't compromise the organization).

However, there is an up and coming crew that's starting to gain notoriety called the Fates. They also conceal their identities and use code-names. There's Icarus (the leader), Gaia (getaway), Adonis (heavy), Electra (poisons/discreteness), Calypso (explosions), and Theseus (sniper). I'll post their stuff under a read more.

The story itself is about Theseus, whose real name is actually Toby, being asked by his long time friend Calypso (Cassie) to join the Fates. He doesn't know that they are immortal like himself but does know that Cassie is. However, Toby is also a mercenary for the Legion and is actually one of the top members (code-name for that is "The Kid" since he's only 23). He's also vying for top position with the reigning top dog "The Volto", which just so happens to be Adonis from the Fates. So as you can imagine there's some tension between the two.

NOT ONLY THAT the Olympians want the Fates to join them, knowing about their immortality as one of the two founding members IS ICARUS. Of course Icarus (real name Isaac) is not about it. Another subplot to this story are the Olympians attacking the Fates and trying to kill them. Their immortality works by healing really fast and regeneration (sort of Deadpool style).

Hence the title of the story: How To Kill An Immortal.

The story switches from Toby and Adonis (whose real name is Austin) POV. A lot of the members also have some sort of mental health issues/neurodivergency, that does sort of play a role in the plot. This is true especially with Toby (anxiety and panic disorders, as well as trans) and Austin (OSDD-1A). Though all of the named disorders are something that I personally deal with and am writing from experience (though I don't have OSDD, instead DID).

But yeah I'm super excited to write this again and hopefully finish it. I never finished the first HTKAI that I wrote back in high school, but I'm determined to finish this one.

(Below is the cast of main characters. Alt text was added to the pictures, and they were done with this picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1473879, by PotatoLord)

Toby Zeavran ("Theseus")

Been immortal since the late 1990s and stuck at 23

His specialty is in sniping but he does have fast reflexes with knife fighting and driving a motorcycle, along with some tech knowledge.

Legion Alias: The Kid, his mask of choice is a black skull jaw on the lower half of his face. He also wears gray contacts

He doesn't trust others easily but once he's comfortable with people he's very touchy.

He also doesn't pass up a dear, especially a dumb one, but doesn't tolerate a lot of bullshit.

He grew up in the same city as Cassie.

He worked for another gang in his previous city but they attempted to kill him after finding out he stole money for his family. Their attempted murder of him is how he find out he was immortal.

He moved to Sunset City shortly after the incident with Cassie to start fresh.

He struggles with both a panic and anxiety disorder and has medication but also self-medicates with weed (refuses to touch alcohol).

He's also trans and does weekly shot injections though hasn't had any surgeries yet.

Austin Dumont ("Adonis")

Been immortal since the first French revolution (stuck at 28)

He good at pretty much everything but is the second best shot in the city (the first being Toby), usually more of an intimidating force of nature.

Legion Alias: The Ghost. His mask of choice is a full face Volto mask that's half black and half white with gold embellishments around the eyes.

He's very aloof and only really speaks unless spoken to, though he's very protective of those he cares about.

He fought in the French revolution which is how he found out he was immortal. For a while he stayed in France, though began to travel the European country side before finally moving to America.

He will occasionally speak French when upset about something and uses French nicknames for people.

He wears his Volto mask no matter what he's doing, regardless of the Fates own mask preferences.

He has his own private safe house an hour outside of the city in the wilderness.

He has OSDD-1A and four known alters: Austin (the host), Volto (emotionless physical protector), Ghost (emotional protector), and Marcel (dormant).

Cassie Jones ("Calypso")

Become immortal in the late 1990s (before Toby, stuck at 25)

She's good with explosives, different arms, and making connections.

She runs her own armory and arms dealing outside of the Fates and well connected with getting not only different weapons but different vehicles as well.

She has a bit of a temper and will explode but also jokes a lot with those she's close with (especially Toby and Eris). She's also not afraid to get her hands dirty.

She also has a bit of a gambling problem, which is how she met Isaac. She wracked up a lot of debt at his casino so he offers her a job on his crew. The two ended up becoming pretty close.

She's sort of in a relationship with Eris, though they prefer to keep it unlabeled. It's like a love/hate complicated relationship.

Isaac Young ("Icarus")

Been immortal since the 1950s and stuck at 33

He's extremely charismatic and perceptive, as well as a good way with people, hence why he's the leader of the Fates.

He owns his own casino where he gets most of his funds for the crew.

He started the Fates because he got bored with his gang the Olympians and wanted to do something more. The Fates goal isn't really getting money and more about being remembered/creating a legacy.

He cares a lot about his crew and has more of a dad-like personality (especially with Toby, Cas, and Eris). However, he has no sympathy for those who betray his trust and can/will be brutal.

He actually has low-empathy.

Sort of in a relationship with Gwen but not publicly for both of their safeties.

Eris Bellamy ("Electra")

Immortal since the American revolution and stuck at 29

Her specialty is poisons, being discrete, causing distractions, as well as helping Isaac come up with some insane ideas.

She used to run her own capers and that's how Isaac heard about her, asking her to join. She still does some dumb heists solo and sometimes asks a couple members to help.

She's very bubbly and happy, constantly looking for newer/weirder things. She also pushes people's buttons a lot and invades their personal space (especially Cassie's).

Has ADHD, which impacts her memory from time to time and executive dysfunction. She's also autistic and her special interest is botany.

Her hyper-charismatic self is actually masking as she also experiences little to no empathy (due to her autism).

Gwen ??? ("Gaia")

No one knows how long she's been immortal, but forever 30

In fact there's a lot of jokes about how she's been around forever.

While her specialty is being a getaway driver/pilot, she has a hand in a bit of everything (helping Isaac with the casino, directing arms for Cassie, passing along jobs to Toby and Austin, cleaning up after Eris, etc.)

Much like Isaac, she takes on more of a mother-like personality with the crew, but doesn't take any shit.

She's very carrying but also very secretive about her past, and will occasionally disappear for a few days without explanation.

Her relationship with Isaac is a little complicated but definitely initiates more than he does.

There is also a theme in terms of color pallets for if/when I draw them and scenes (because I really want to even though this will be a written book). I wanted to do like a limited color pallet so the colors are purple, magenta, red, orange, and yellow (along with black and white).

[taxinealkaloids]

girls will literally turn their parents’ corpses into meat puppets to prevent the House of their birthright from being annexed by other powers 

[haystarlight]

I stared at this picture for a little too long and wrote this:

"Mom says I have to go back to school soon," Luz lamented, like she was giving them some terrible news. She laid down on the grass, next to her girlfriend, feeling the warm sunlight on her tan skin.

"Yeah, that makes sense; I couldn't go in your place forever," reasoned Vee, who was on her basilisk form, laying on her stomach and playing with a leaf she'd found on the ground. "I'm gonna have to lend you my notes, you have a lot of homework to catch up on."

All 6 kids were hanging out on the front yard of the abandoned house taking a little break from all the research they had been doing trying to build a portal. Being on an isolated location rarely visited by unknown humans allowed them the freedom to uncover their ears, let out their Palismen and use magic as they pleased. It was a very comfortable place.

Amity noticed her girlfriend's bad mood and closed the book she was reading to look at her.

"Maybe we can come with you?" she suggested, on an attempt to cheer Luz up.

"Oh, oh!" Gus exclaimed, jumping up and down on the tree branch he had climbed. The others worried that he would fall, but they knew they could catch him if he did. "We can attend human classes and learn like you did at Hexside! I can take notes and show the kids from the H.A.S. when we get back!"

"Aww, that's really sweet, you guys," smiled Luz, endeared by the image. "but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Aaww, why not?" Gus pouted.

"Well, for starters, none of you have birth certificates or any legal documents to get enrolled."

"And?"

"And you guys still don't know a lot about humans, you're probably going to blow your cover."

"And?"

"And human school is actually really horrible and boring," Luz frowned, fighting back old memories of bullying and bad grades and rude teachers.

"I honestly really like human school," said Vee "it's fun!"

"You're insane," whispered Luz, though it was clear that she was joking.

"Guys, I'm actually with Luz on this one," Hunter said. He was sitting cross-legged under Gus's tree, idly petting Flapjack.

"Who are you and what have you done with our Hunter?" Gus leaned down to glare daggers at his older friend.

Hunter laughed. "But seriously, going to human school is quite risky and we need to stay focused on building the portal!"

"Come on, Hunter!" argued Amity "I thought you of all witches would've jumped at the chance to study and learn new things."

"Not saying I don't want to, I'm saying it's a bad idea," Hunter got defensive "you're with me; right, Willow?"

Willow, who had been laying at Amity's side and looking away from them this whole time, didn't respond.

"Willow?" Hunter asked again.

This time, Willow turned around and let out the biggest, loudest, ugliest snore ever. The girls, especially Amity, looked disgusted while Gus laughed. Hunter, meanwhile, stared at her open-mouthed like this was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"That explains why she hasn't talked for like, 20 minutes," said Gus, still laughing.

"Shhhh!! Don't wake her!" Hunter shushed him "let her sleep, she needs it."

"You're kidding, right? She's the one always keeping us awake with her ungodly noises," Amity rolled her eyes as she said this.

" 'Sides, Willow can sleep through pretty much anything," added Luz.

Vee suddenly smiled maniacally. "Let's test that theory."

She took her leaf and started tickling Willow's face with it.

While Vee kept at it, the other 3 observed with quiet giggles. Hunter rolled his eyes, a little annoyance, a little fondness. Honestly, if it had been anyone else, he probably would've been onboard with the joke but his soft spot for Willow made it difficult to make fun of her.

He sighed, hopeless. She was just so adorable and delicate and beautiful. He watched her, still snoring and drooling and kicking Amity in her sleep a little bit. The sunlight reflected on her glasses in the most perfect way and he suddenly wanted to keep this moment with him and commit it to memory.

That's when he remembered that Willow's (originally Camila's) camera was still in her bag and, without really thinking, he took it and snapped a picture of this absolutely wonderful image.

Unfortunately, the flash from the camera attracted attention from the rest of the group. They all stared at him strangely, making his face and ears go a deep shade of red.

"What was that?" asked Luz, though her smile implied she already knew.

"I-I j-just..." he stuttered, scrambling for a good answer "I w-wanted to capture the moment cause... it seemed like it'd make a good picture because... uh..." he sighed, defeated "she just looked so cute."

"Cute?" Amity laughed "are you sure? that starfish creature next to me?"

That made Hunter's face even redder. "I think it's actually weirdly endearing!"

The other 4 laughed and Gus especially shaked his head in disbelief. Love really did make you blind and deaf. If what he'd seen from Luz, Amity, Hunter and Willow was any indication, he feared the day he would find the love of his life, for that would be the day he'd forever lose all his braincells.

Not long after that, Willow stirred awake. She stretched her arms, took off her glasses to rub her eyes and groaned.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" said Luz, cheerfully.

"Did you have a nice nap?" asked Vee, dropping the leaf.

"Yeah," Willow smiled, still a little sleepy.

"Oh! Willow, look!" Luz called her attention, quickly grabbing the photograph from Hunter's grasp and handing it to his crush.

Willow looked at the picture, pleasantly surprised.

"Aww, what a nice photo! It's a really cute and fun moment and the light is hitting my face just right!"

Hunter felt an odd mix of embarrassment from her seeing the picture and pride from her liking it. Willow was really passionate about photography, not to mention the most amazing witch he knew, so the compliment meant a lot.

"This is really good, who took it?" she looked at the 2 boys, because it was obvious none of the girls had done it.

Hunter avoided eye contact and fidgeted with Flapjack's feathers shyly while Gus got a shit-eating grin on his little face.

"Hunter took it!"

Hunter looked up at his younger friend, feeling betrayed.

"Wow, Hunter!" Willow smiled at him "I didn't know you were such a good photographer."

Hunter was blushing much more happily now. He allowed himself to return her smile, showing off his tooth gap.

"I learned from the best," he miraculously managed to say without fainting.

[shadow-says-hello]

Okay so I literally am the only one awake at a sleepover and I’m just on my phone reading stranger things tickle fics soooo I can’t fall asleep and I’m the only one awake over here sooo let’s write us a tickle fic!

Based on a true story, today I was playing hide and seek with my friends. I found like the perfect hiding spot and my other friend who was found comes to where I was and starts tickling me then she’s like “oh they’re not over here” and like I’m laughing and then I’m found 💀

“I’m Going To Find You!”

Summary: Reader plays hide and seek with Robin, Eddie, and Steve. Try not to be found and heard… Also I picture the setting being outside near in the forest!

⚠️ some swearing included ⚠️

“Okay, I’m counting to 20. You better hide fast!” Robin said, covering her eyes and counting.

“One…two…three…” and so on.

You scurried quickly and rushed to find a hiding spot. There was an easy tree to climb so you rushed up and started climbing on the branches.

Steve ran carefully so he couldn’t be heard and jumped into the more enclosed and hidden part of skull rock, he tucked his legs close to his chest and didn’t make a sound.

Eddie ran farther away, and hid inside of a clump of sticks and logs, closer to the lake. It was just a pile of sticks, but the opening large enough to fit a person. He felt pretty confident.

“I’m going to find all of you. My ears are little geniuses, so I heard where you all went~” Robin teased and walked a bit closer towards Eddie’s direction.

And then a stick in his dome fell. But it fell right on his head. ”OW!” Eddie said harshly, but noticing it was enough noise to be heard by Robin who was more closer to his direction than you and Steve.

“Oh Eddie. Eddie Eddie Eddie. I can hear you and I know you’re there.” Robin teased more. And at last, coming a few feet closer, she’s found Eddie Munson.

“DAMMIT!!!!!! I HATE THIS STUPID GAME!!!” Eddie pouted.

“Aw, is little five year old temper tantrum baby boo Eddie pouting over a little game all because he was found first?” Robin giggled.

“Oh fuck you.” Eddie grunted.

And a quick pinch to his side shut him up.

“Okay, now the others. Eddie, stay out of the way while I do my work. Now shoo, get lost!” Robin said, continuing her quest to find you and Steve.

Eddie ran ahead to get to you two. He found you first, sitting on a taller, very thick tree branch about 8 feet up in the air.

“Shhhh! Eddie! Were you found? Don’t tell Robin!” You whisper-talked down to Eddie.

“I’m not telling Robin, Y/n. Relax…But I’ll help her out…!” Eddie said, watching you tremble in fear.

“Not while I’m up in a tree! Or whatever your crazy idea is, I’m elevated so I could fall!” You panicked.

Eddie began to climb up the tree and sit next to you in the branch you were on.

“Uhhh…Eddie…? Yeah, I don’t know the weight limit so if this falls were both dead…” You whisper, scooting further away from Eddie.

“C’mere! I don’t bite~!” Eddie teased, snatching you and shoving his hands under your armpits, scribbling mercilessly.

“Ehedddie!!! Nononononoho!!!” You squealed, trying to keep your voice down.

“Robin!!!” Eddie giggled a bit loudly, his goal to get Robin to hear and find you, but she wasn’t close by you.

“I think I found Y/n!!!” Eddie exclaimed cheerfully, moving down to attack your ribs and stomach.

“EHEDDIE PLEAHSE!!!” You giggled even louder, trying to cover your mouth with your hands, so now your sweet giggles were muffled.

You saw about 20 feet away was Robin walking with Steve, coming your direction.

“Y/n, come out! I’ve found everyone else!” Robin yelled.

“They’re coming!!! We’re up here!!!” Eddie yelled back, making you slap his chest.

“YHOU SOHON OHF AHA BIHITCH!!!” You squealed, trying to stop laughing but failing.

“Aha. Ok. Found you, Y/n.” Robin said, looking up the tree.

“DAMMIT EDDIE! YOU CHEATER!” You screamed, hitting him again.

“Ouch!!! Now for that you’ll have to experience the blow factor of this attack.” Eddie said, as you quickly climbed further down the tree and ran for your life.

“Where are you going!?” Eddie called at you. “Steve, go grab them.”

You tried to run away but it was pathetic how fast Steve was able to catch up to you, grabbing you into a bear hug, Eddie and Robin running to you as you tried to squirm away in Steve’s grasp.

“Got ‘em.” Steve said.

“Nice work, Harrington. So, Y/n. Tried to run away from Eddie? This wouldn’t be this bad if you stayed and not ran…” Eddie teased, grabbing you from Steve and laying you down on the forest floor, taking a nice seat on your waist.

“Wait wait wait Eddie please!!! You don’t have to do this!!! I didn’t even do anything wrong!” You begged and squirmed underneath Eddie.

“Well you hit me…” Eddie stuttered.

But really, besides hitting him to shut him up, you really didn’t do anything. He’s the one who pouted over losing, tickled you and cheated for nothing, and then roped Steve and Robin into this mess, only to be on HIS SIDE. What a way to go.

“I’m the one who did most of it but if I let you go I’d look really stupid sooooo this is the route we’re taking!” Eddie admitted, making your face turn red.

“I don’t even know how I got in this position.” Robin said.

“Me neither. I’m just here for the little cute stuff. I’d help you, Y/n, but I’m just looking forward to this.” Steve said.

Betrayal!

“Now, where did I leave off… oh yeah! Blow factor! I’m hungry! Y’know what I’m craving?” Eddie said and a wide grin appeared across his face.

“Raspberries!!!”

Eddie latched his hands to your ribs and squeezed up and down, sending you into hysterics.

“EHEDDIE NAHA!!! PLEHEASE!!! EDDIE!!!” You pleaded through your rambunctious laughter.

“Alright, alright. Time for what I was and said I was originally going to do.” Eddie says, eyes drifting off to your belly.

“Oh no-n-n-no…No…NO…oh fuck no!!! Nooooo…!” You panicked, face flushed red, arms spread out of exhaustion, huge butterflies taking up all the room in your stomach. You knew raspberries tickled like hell, and you tried to prepare yourself for what’s coming next, since you knew there would be no escaping.

And he did it. Eddie gently lifted the hem of your shirt so now your belly was exposed halfway.

3…

2…

1…

And just like that, he pressed his face to your belly and blew the largest raspberry he could right next to your belly button, sending you screaming in bloody murder.

Steve and Robin stood there, giggling and enjoying the scene.

You couldn’t even form words.

Steve nudged Robin gently. “I don’t really know what to laugh at more, the stupid noise of the raspberry or the fact that I’m getting ticklish just looking at this.”

“SAME!!!” Robin exclaimed happily, slightly scratching at Steve’s ribs, making the boy bark out a laugh.

When Eddie was finished, he sat up on your waist and looked at your adorable little red face, before deciding to plant a few ticklish kisses and nuzzles on your belly, making the butterfly population in your stomach increase x10.

Your laugh calmed down a bit, now just a cute level of little bubbly giggles.

“I hahahate youhou…” You giggled.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Eddie teased.

And it really didn’t take long before Eddie blew a series of loud ticklish raspberries on your belly, as Steve and Robin sat criss cross beside you.

Oh boy.

And there you have it folks!!! I hope you enjoyed! That one was fun to write! 😊