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takavasen · 6 months

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Tumblr dashboard in Night Vale simulator

🧪homo-genius

Today's science fact:

Spiders have an open blood circulation system, which means they do not have veins and their blood is different from the blood of mammals. Unfortunately many healthcare professionals do not know this, which can lead to improper methods in...

🎙️voice_of_night_vale

Spiders are a valuable part of our community and deserve good healthcare.

But more importantly, I want everyone to know that Carlos the Scientist made this post, he is my husband and I love him very much! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Cecil everyone knows you and Carlos are married and most of us are happy for you but you don't need to tell this in every post you make

🎙️voice_of_night_vale

Wait have I mentioned it before?

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⭐sheriffofallarts

Hah saw some loser (@ marble-eyes) bring the same girl (@ mountainbeliever343 I think, couldn't see her face clearly from the cameras) home for the third time this week lol

cmon just say you are girlfriends already dont be shy

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Hey you can't just share private information like that!! And besides that is not true, I haven't brought anyone home for a long time, I don't have time for that anymore!!!

🟡secretly-in-your-home

No. I can confirm that what Sam said is true. I was there. I am always there. Also, I put the rest of your cereal to your washing machine. They have been in the cupboard for a while now, I thought they were getting quite dusty and needed cleaning.

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We had an another great season with @nvwheelchairbasketball team again! Thank you everyone, it's an honor to be the captain of the team! See you guys next season <3

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Aaaaa congratulations! I miss you guyssss

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☀️prophet-of-smiling-god

I just had the most delightful date with the most gorgeous theologist in Desert Bluffs Too!!! We had a lovely dinner at my house (some eyeball salad, mushed tarantulas and fried human fingers), watched some movies and of course made sure to serve our great Smiling God by making each other as happy as possible!! Unfortunately Charles said that it would make him unhappy if I shared the details, but I can confidently say that I have never been more joyful!!

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Kevin, you missed a service in the Temple of Joy because of this. Surely you would remember doing that for an old friend, wouldn't you? 😊

☀️prophet-of-smiling-god

Oh, Lauren, of course I wouldn't ignore anything like that on purpose, you know how much I love tolerating you!!

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😎violentfootstool-deactivated20230416

Hey guys, so I just spoke to the new scientist lady and found out I don't actually have three pairs of arms. The lower two were just robot limbs that I tried out when I was seven years old and forgot to take them off. So hows your day ://

🔬janet-lubelle

I am always happy to help with explaining your problems away.

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Hey bitch how is it going under the cow

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, I'm going to say it. Steve Carlsberg does NOT know how to be a basketball coach. He knows nothing about any game structures, and he only allows one ball per game!! He talks too loud, except when you can't hear him. It will be ALL HIS FAULT if we end up losing this season!!!!!

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

For everyone who finds this post now: I made this many years ago. Things have changed a lot. I'm very sorry, Steve. I couldn't hope for a better brother-in-law. You are my best friend, and I was the irrational one in this situation.

I have changed the way I look at people. I will not treat them the same way I used to treat Steve anymore.

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🎙️voice-of-night-vale

Alright, who let Susan Willman be in charge of anything? She is the absolute worst at making desicions, like, who asks an obelisk its NAME? She had an oppoturnity to ask almost anything, and that's what she chose?? She better stay away from our way for at least seven decades, and keep her "Huntokar"-nonsense with herself!!!

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#fake dashboard #wtnv #welcome to night vale #unreality #this took way too long

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larcenywrites · 10 months

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Raising Kids Together | Headcanons

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: very mild sexual references

Family Series: 1 2 3

💠Somehow, you've both survived newborns and terrible 2's, but now your once tiny babies are causing not-so-tiny chaos! Even Tony can hardly keep up with them!

💠If you two have been in a room together for a while, it means no one has been watching the boys, and that you're probably about to hear yelling, breaking, or you need to go on a hunt around the house for them 🙃 you can hardly have any time alone without something happening! Just when you think you're both getting into bed early, and perhaps with a few frisky kisses 😘, they're busting through door and climbing on the bed, or it sounds like one was thrown out of bed and is now screaming for both of you 😥 Either way, it has Tony flopping back to his pillow in defeat and groaning right along with them.

💠After a quick pout, though, he usually tells you to get some rest and he'll go check it out 🥺 with one more kiss before he goes 🥺 but even though he told you to stay, it's nice to sneak over and watch him put the kids back to bed ❤

💠And catch him on the way out 😏

💠But for the most part, the boys are really good kids! And Tony is still settling into his role as a dad, but besides the occasional pouting he's become a very good parent! And definitely nothing like his own father when Tony was that age. In fact, he welcomes their interruptions when he's on the phone or doing paperwork at home 🥰 you've probably found them preferring to play with their cars in his office and right along his desk, or even asking to their nap in there! You can't tell if he's so tolerant because he's a loving pushover, or if parenthood suddenly granted him all that patience and goodwill 🤨

💠But he does get a little snappy when he's working on a car or a machine. Please don't touch anything! Or break anything! Or wander out of sight! But he does let them "help out" by handing him tools or sorting through and separating varying sizes of nails in the toolbox... yay?

Hey, at least it keeps them distracted for a while-- for both your sakes! Sometimes there are things that need to be done without so many distractions, and the boys love spending time bothering with their parents! It's a good problem to have, but not when they're literally wrestling on top of dad while he's just trying to watch the nightly news, or when they're throwing socks at each other on laundry day 😐

💠But despite it all, the two of you manage to get every day done 😊

💠Except the first time you're ever gone for a few days, or heaven forbid a week or more, and he's in charge of watching the kids... by day 3 they're all just going feral. The tv hasn't even been turned off once, Tony is probably trying to figure out how to get mud out of the carpet, and

💠"Daddy, can we have another popsicle?"

💠"...sure, bring me one too." This is everyone's third popsicle, and dinner has consisted of chicken nuggets and macaroni every night. And probably lunch too... but breakfast is probably cereal and hopefully fruit? Tony can cook a little bit, but he's both tired and too much of a pushover. If that's what they want, then he wants to give it to them! But the only reason they aren't all sick by the time you get home is probably because his mother either stopped by and found out, or Tony realized he's actually really bad at this on his own and needed her help :( And not without a quick scolding that you wish you'd caught when Maria called to tell you all about it 🤧

💠Honestly, the kids are probably partly acting out because you're gone, and they know that Tony is distracted and a pushover... well, at least they're adorable! And maybe it shows that you both need some more parenting tips 😅

💠You'd think it'd be easier when they're at school all day, but Tony insisted on hiring tutors to homeschool the kids, at least for now, but while that sounded like a decent plan, sometimes the boys try to homeschool the teacher instead 😅 sometimes they know more than she does after reading the entire textbook in their free time and would rather learn ahead now, and sometimes they're busy teaching her all about Dragon Ball Z lore between lessons! So now you guys still have them all day, (or just you when Tony is at work), but at least they aren't bothering you for once 😌 the teacher loves it though! Her listening and playing along takes a lot off of your plate, and it's good for the kids :)

💠But you don't get much time once the teacher leaves. They get their assignments done within minutes, and as soon as the teacher leaves (well, sometimes), they're reenacting Godzilla vs King Kong in the living room for the 20th time, except this time it somehow ties into the American Revolution? And then they're outside digging holes all evening because they can't remember where they buried Darth Vader. And then they have to fill those holes. And then when Tony tries to get them inside, he either ends up helping them or they end up wrestling him to the ground!

💠That's pretty much every day 😅 Except for when they go to the park! Tony is kinda like everyone's big brother when they go, pretty much every Sunday afternoon! They all get socialized, Tony gets some sun for once, and you can decide to stay home and get some alone time for a few hours

💠Tony doesn't even know anything about sports! Yet he's out there playing baseball and basketball, and teamed up with Rhodey, their ridiculous rules and silly requirements make everyone laugh, which makes them both pretty popular with all the kids! And unfortunately for Tony, a little too popular with the moms and older siblings… maybe it's time for a ring around that finger.

💠Either way, they get tired out by the evening, and also covered in dirt and a new bruise or two! After a bath the kids usually put themselves to bed 😴 and your kids being fast asleep means you get to join Tony for his bath 😏 except for the days he sneaks brings Rhodey home 😑 who's also tired and probably falls asleep on your couch after dinner...

💠If the kids let him! They absolutely love dad's best friend! But unfortunately, however, you can never get him to babysit for longer than a few hours 😔 Come on, Rhodes, weren't you Tony's roommate? Surely you can handle this :/

💠But when you both need a break from all this? Send them to spend the night with the grandparents for the weekend! They seem to behave a little better, and they seem to have fun just being in a different environment! The only time they start being terrors is when you and Tony have both been on vacation, and it makes them a little cranky after 3-4 days :(

💠And if you take them with you? They'll be asking to go back home after 3-4 days 😓 Unless you go to Disney World. Then they'll be pitching a fit when it's time to leave, but honestly you guys are probably upset too 😭 and it probably ends up being just one more day… and somehow in that one day they'll manage to drag every pillow and blanket onto the floor for you to pick up. Again.

💠And again, at least they're adorable :) Just like Tony, it gets them out of trouble more times than you'd care to admit 🥰 And they know it 🥰 Especially when they either stick up for each other or just straight up admit to it... with big ol' eyes and sorries 🥺 or apologize to each other without even being told to 🥺

They really are good kids! They just get carried away with the fun and the chaos! It's a Stark thing 😘 And just like their dad, they'll eat up the attention and kisses 🥰 In fact, they've already learned to be manipulative little shits and hide behind Maria in order to avoid getting in trouble, because she'll be too busy doting on them 😑

💠You can't even trust Jarvis! He'll even tell the boys to hide and will damn well keep their location a secret! But he's allowed to have his fun! He did the same thing with little Tony! He just misses those days! However, when the coast is clear, Jarvis does sit them down and gently scolds them. He'll hear their side of the story too, of course! Even if it just because they don't wanna go home, and are being annoying by hiding from their parents. Usually after a quick talk, they come right back to you! Suddenly all gentle-natured and apologizing 🙄 but... how could you stay mad :(

💠Definitely not Tony when he's already packing them over his shoulders and spinning them around! And luckily, they're too busy laughing to protest being packed into the car 😮‍💨

💠And let's be honest, seeing him be so good with the kids is really fucking hot 😏😘

💠But if you're hugging and kissing on Tony... the boys have to be involved in it, too x)

Family series: 1 2 3

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indouloureux · 2 years

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I love smut blurbs as much as the next person about eddie but what I love even more is domestic eddie. Like cooking breakfast or dinner together. Running around the grocery store throwing food in the basket just because it looks good. Him coming home from a long exhausting day of work and just rubbing his shoulders and starting his shower for him. Maybe on his days off you guys sleep in and then hop in his van and go for a ride outside of hawkin. Inviting Wayne over for dinner on Sundays and watching them drink beer and bond over cars etc. Listening to him and the dnd club argue over what's happening in the campaign. Idk fluffy domestic eddie really speaks to me on a whole different level.

domestic eddie has my heart, darling.

now, i'm not gonna lie, eddie will be a shit cook at first. but when you came home one time too exhausted, unable to cook bc you were the one who always cooks seeing as he can't cook for shit, he made sure to learn how to.

you'd come home and there's just an entire cooked chicken in the middle of the table. he said that chicken parts confused him and he just bought a whole one and bought a recipe book. to top it off, he made roasted potatoes. they were fucking amazing.

(also, he was clad in a pink, floral apron of yours, hair up in a messy bun, hands covered in oven mitts with tongs in his hand. it's such a sight to see.)

going to the grocery with him is another level. when he was with wayne, his wants were limited. he can only take two of those he wanted because money was short. but when you both got a job and had your own home and started earning adult money, well—

eddie would be pushing the cart, jumping and hopping on it as he moves, would beg constantly to let you buy him the sweet, almost diabetic cereals there is. would chuck in an entire gallon of ice cream, beers of different brands, and just full out processed foods because, lets be honest, sometimes he doesn't eat healthily.

when he comes home from work, exhausted, you'd urge him to lay down on his stomach at the couch, you sitting on his thighs and just cracking his back and he MOANS LIKE A WHORE istfg. but as much as it turns you on, poor baby is tired and you just want to, well, baby him.

get his shower ready, get with him in the tub, relax him with a few strokes down there and an orgasm, before you guys let your eyes go dry from watching endless tv while you cuddle in the sofa.

one thing he loves is roadtrips. you guys would both leave anytime of the day—no clothes, just money and snacks, and drive wherever; listening to music, fucking in the back of his van, kissing the back of your hand as he drives with one hand outside of town. hearing you sing as you kick your feet up the dashboard with the windows down, and he just stares at you like you're the most beautiful human being in existence.

wayne would come over every sunday. always. you guys would drink beer, watch a movie or play board games (queue sore loser eddie playing monopoly) and talk about your childhood while eddie has an arm around you and you just converse with his uncle with a bright smile (eddie thinking right then and there that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you).

the kids would come over too! movie nights with them, sometimes playing dnd and you're just relaxing at the sofa while they yell and argue and just swoon when eddie DMs.

dancing around wherever you want to. he'd sing you songs that aren't metal. turning the radio on and spinning you around in the middle of the kitchen when you're cooking or when it's morning and you're drinking coffee.

helping you paint the walls when you first moved in. having a very messy paint fight—that sometimes would lead to an actual fight on which color of the wall you guys would choose.

CUDDLES WHENEVER YOU WANT TO. in the living room, sitting on his lap when he sits on the kitchen island, in your bedroom. all that shit.

sometimes you both would walk around naked just for the fun of it. because you guys live together. eating while walking, smoking, and while he no longer deals, he still smokes weed with you.

i cant think of anything else. my pinkies had gone numb coedodneoxndoe i love domestic eddie :(

#anon #answered #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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up-to-some-good · 1 year

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Happy Fathers' Day everyone! Written for @jilymicrofics prompt June 18th - enough

Lily had always been pleased with herself for marrying a man who could cook as well as she could, if not better. It meant that she had never had to worry about dinner if she hadn't sorted it out because James would do it without question.

On top of that, when Harry was born James had decided to quit the Aurors to be a stay at home dad, taking on all the household chores including cooking as part of his job. He loved waking up early in the morning to make her a pack lunch for work, adding charmed love notes which would turn into butterflies and flitter around her as soon as she'd finished reading them. Even more than that, he loved cooking with Harry, especially in the mornings when they were both sleep-ruffled and yawning, frying eggs and baking between sips of coffee. Because of their morning routine, they now had an eight year old who could cook a variety of breakfast foods and refused to eat anything as simple as cereal when he woke up.

All of this had cumulated in Lily's current situation: watching Harry mix up his eighth batch of pancake batter at six o'clock on a Sunday morning. It was Fathers' Day, and Harry had been scheming with Lily for weeks to make his father breakfast in bed. Knowing full well that he couldn't use the stove without supervision, he'd woken his mother up at 4.30am to get started. She was now on her third cup of coffee and every counter in their small kitchen was covered in stacks of pancakes. She watched Harry pull out a new plate on which to stack his latest batch and sighed.

"Harry, love, don't you think you've made enough pancakes?"

He looked up at her with wide eyes and pushed his glasses up with finger, smearing pancake batter onto the frames.

"Dad likes a big breakfast," he said. "I don't want to run out too soon."

She chuckled a little as she looked around at the countless pancakes filling their kitchen.

"I don't think that'll be a problem, Haz."

He bit his lip as he took a look around before turning back to the pan and pouring in another round of batter.

"Maybe just a few more," he muttered.

Lily groaned and lay down on the counter. There was no point in arguing with him, she knew from bitter experience. Harry would keep making pancakes until he had decided they had enough, no sooner.

She heard a deep breath of laughter from the doorway and then felt her husband's warmth behind her. He pulled her up gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead and she leaned against him.

"Morning, Evans," he whispered right by her ear.

"That's Potter to you," she muttered back. "Will you please tell your son that we have enough food to feed the whole of Hogwarts so we can be done with the cooking?"

Harry, who had been completely absorbed in flipping pancakes for the last few minutes, finally turned around when he heard his mother's voice.

"Dad!" He pointed the spatula accusingly at James. "You're supposed to be in bed!"

James moved over to ruffle Harry's hair and turn off the stove.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't help that I'm an early riser," he responded. "But by the looks of it, I woke up just in time for a wonderful breakfast. Why don't you go set the table, and I'll chop up some strawberries to have with our pancakes?"

Harry nodded and headed towards the door, before pausing for a moment and turning back around. He ran directly into his dad, nearly knocking him over as he jumped into his arms for a hug, James just barely catching him.

"Happy Father's Day, Dad," the little boy mumbled.

James squeezed him a little tighter for a moment before he whispered his response.

"Love you, kiddo."

#jily #james potter #lily potter #harry potter #jily microfic #fluff #fathers day #stay at home dad james #young harry potter #canon? i dont know her

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alpimerealmsystem · 4 months

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You Can Recover

ED recovery is the best thing I've ever done. I've struggled with orthorexia and then anorexia almost my entire life, it only got severe about a year ago though. About 4 months ago my best friend and honorary sibling more or less forced me to recover. It's been a long journey to say the least.

When I started recovery I thought I'd never be able to go back to eating normally. My brain would always be running as a calculator. It still is, I can tell you a rough estimate of how many calories I've eaten today and tell you how many cups of cereal is in a bowl because I've measured my food so many times. It still hurts, but now? I'm not obsessively looking for calorie menus of places, and if I can't find one I'm not trying to calculate every thing that went into it.

ED recovery has been one of the most mentally challenging things I've put myself through, but my life has improved so much. Here are some of my favorite things about recovery

I just went to a family dinner and didn't make all the food because I needed to know the calories (still had to make some cause food allergies but y'know)

Choosing the foods I like, not the healthy or low cal versions

CARBS CARBS CARBS (speaks for itself)

I'm not a bitch cause I'm hungry all the time

My periods? They're regular now, I'm not skipping four months at a time (tmi BUT DAMN)

I'm not lightheaded cause I didn't eat and my vision isn't blurring because I didn't eat LIKE THATS AMAZING

SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR

Eating when I want, not what the clock says

I have gone 2-3 weeks without weighing myself (I EVEN LOST TRACK WHICH IS A HUGE DEAL) AND I DONT PLAN TO WEIGH MYSELF TOMORROW

The number on the scale doesn't equal my happiness, I am not mad because I gained 0.2 pounds

I've gained 20 pounds BUT IM HAPPIER WITH MY BODY I love my squishy stomach and back rolls and cellulite and chonky face because it means I am not starving

I don't feel worthless because I'm "too heavy" or "not pretty"

I don't have to buy new clothes every two weeks because my old ones were way to big <3

I'm no longer trying to make sure others see me eat so they don't worry

KEEPING MY STUPID ED BLOG A SECRET (god glad those days are over)

And so much more. Recovery is possible. Recovery is the best thing that happened to me. I know you may be struggling, but it gets better. Everything's not hopeless, even if it feels like it is. Feel free to DM me if you need support or send an ask ^^

I love you, for everything you think is a flaw, for everything you hate about yourself, no matter what it is.

#ed recovery #pro recovery #orthorexia #4norexla #4nor3xia #4n4blr #4n4rexia #4n0rexic #(doing those tags so they'll see it CAUSE GOD I WOULDVE NEEDED THIS)#tw ed but not sheeran #tw mental illness

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shzmluvrs · 1 year

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this is so random but i feel like i need to share the mental image of 2019 freddy eating cornflakes

~ Star✨️

Freddy's Frosted Flakes

Prompt: Just your average teenage boy eating cereal. Nothing crazy going on here🥱. Well, besides saving the world. At the butt-crack of dawn. Again. Why can't the poor boy just be left to eat his cereal in peace🥲?

Timeline: Post Shazam! Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: None⚡️Well, probably some cursing⚡️Frosted Flakes (if you don't like Tony the Tiger, should you really even be here🤨?)⚡️Freddy being silly lol⚡️Reader is mentioned like, once, maybe twice

Reader: Non-Specified! Any Pronouns! Knows the secret!

Requested By: @anon-2019

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I wanna say this first real quick, if you don't know what Frosted Flakes even, are, here...

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Corny, yes, but at least now you know🤷🏽‍♀️.

Anyways...

I'm not saying Frosted Flakes are his fave (yesIam), but when he requests for them every time Victor goes to the store and is one of the first to be searching through the bags the second he gets home specifically for them, it's hard to believe otherwise.

Personally, I don't think Freddy is the biggest morning person. Will he wake up? Sure. But don't expect him to be his "normal" self, all talkative and head running a mile per minute. He's probably the opposite.

Head empty, no thoughts, quiet mouth. Very much ghost activity, just wandering around his room in a daze looking for clothes that aren't just his boxers, and then downstairs with only the click of his crutch hitting the floor to be heard.

He rubs his eyes, and he finds the house empty, Rosa out shopping, Victor at work, his siblings? Who knows. Who cares. He's hungry.

He's stumbling into the kitchen, murmuring to himself about early-monring nonsense while opening the fridge door and scanning its contents.

Oh, sweet. Juice.

Knowing he shouldn't, having been told many times before, he drinks straight from the carton. He waterfalls it, at the very least, and then he spots the milk. Milk goes in a bowl along with a spoon and-

"Cereal." He mumbles again because he's still hungry💀.

I imagine he's the type to be very unconventional with his eating utensils if he has to be. If there are no clean spoons, he's eating that shit with a fork. Better yet, a small ladel because A) he'll be damned if he's gonna be washing any dishes this early in the day. And B) better for scooping anyway. If there's no clean bowls? He'll eat his cereal out of some tupperware🤷🏽‍♀️.

Also, sorry to disappoint, but he's a "milk first, then cereal" kinda guy. It severely threw you and Billy off when you first watched him do this, Mary said it was "illogical" and Pedro and Eugene make fun of him every time he does it.

You know what? On second thought, he's kind of glad no one's home to see him eat his cereal💀✋🏽.

Speaking of you...

"Mor-nin-g ... an-gel-....cake ... kissy sign..." He spells out under his breath, sending off the message with a smug feeling about him before placing his phone back down and scarfing down more of his cereal.

He's definitely a messy eater, milk all down his chin, food barely in his mouth because he's shoved in so much. At least he has the decency not to smack (because that drives even him, one of the messiest of eaters, nuts).

I also think he's definitely the type to have more than one bowl. Especially if there's milk left behind from the first one? He's not drinking that, he's using it for another helping💀. And he'll repeat the process until it's all gone.

But, if you didn't stop him, and you let him re-pour as much as he wanted, he'd eat (I'd say) 4-6 bowls max, depending on how hungry he is that day.

He's also the type to, when he's hungry but doesn't feel like fully cooking something for himself, or just try too hard in the kitchen in general (lazy ass😒), there he goes for those Frosted Flakes. He's convinced it's versatile, a breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, and/or dessert food. Rosa has had to stop him from proving this point on several occasions; she will not let any son of hers live off of and eat up an entire box of cereal🥴💀.

ESPECIALLY IF ITS JUST BEEN OPENED OMG!! She gets salty if a box of cereal has just been opened and it's already half gone within a day. Like, she understands she lives with seven other people, but goddamn, there's no excuse for that😭.

'Vzz-Vzz!'

Freddy smiles to himself, mouth still full, but he can't help it because he's excited to see what flirty little morning response you had come up w-

'Hey dude idk if u kno this but the world needs saving so get ur captain i-have-all-powers ass up and come help'

"Mncht..." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Leave it to Billy to kill his early morning groove...

He set his spoon down in order to use both hands/thumbs, fully indulging himself in having attitude with his mocking tone while he typed.

"I'm actually referred to as Captain Everypower, so get it right and maybe I'll come help."

Billy's response?

'🤓☝🏻'

Freddy groaned to himself, wanting- No, wishing nothing more than to just be able to finish his bowl of cereal. Normally, he'd be at least on his second bowl by now, but nope. Now he's gotta deal with some catastrophe on a half-empty stomach.

'Vzz-Vzz!'

"What now...?!"

'Morning Freds♡'

'Saw the news...'

Oh. It was you again. His frustration subsided for a moment, shoveling as much as he could into his mouth as he quickly sent, '🙄 so did I. Do I have to??'.

Not that he knew, but you had giggled on the other end.

Not that you knew, but upon seeing your response, he giggled, too, and the butterflies in his chest made this whole ordeal a little less miserable...

'Go save the world, Superman😘.'

This was silly, thank you sm for this lmao😭😻.

~ Star✨️

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cosmicanamnesis · 2 years

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he tastes like chocolate pt. 5

[part 1] [part 4] [part 6] [read on ao3]

“Sorry about this,” Eddie said again, pulling out of the parking lot behind their work building.

“Hey, don’t be. It’s something to do, right?” The way Steve was smiling at him was so unbearably kind, Eddie could practically feel his heart beating in his throat. Running errands for his uncle wasn’t how he’d hoped the evening would go, but Steve really didn’t seem to mind.

Really, Eddie could have said anything and Steve would be just as eager to tag along. Steve was trying so hard to act normal and not like he would follow this almost-stranger to the ends of the earth if he’d asked. So far, so good, he thought. But god, his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. Hopefully the mundanity of grocery shopping would help him level himself out. They were just hanging out, Steve told himself. That didn’t mean anything. He shouldn’t read too much into Eddie buying him dinner. Maybe the guy was just nice. After all, he was buying all his coworkers coffee every day. Yeah. He was just… Nice.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Lil Buddy:

did you find out what time your party is?

Yeah, he said it’s at 7. And he’s picking me up, so I might not actually be able to get to your place.

Sorry dude.

hey, don’t worry about it. I already said it was fine, didn’t I?

Yeah, you did. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?

And don’t get injured, because I won’t be able to drive you to the hospital.

lol

"Who’re you talking to?" Eddie said, glancing over. "Did that say lil buddy?"

Steve laughed, slipping his phone back in his pocket. "The wingman," he explained. "They're doing a party at his place tomorrow, too. Just had to tell him I can't make it."

"Oh! You should've said something, Steve, you don't have to come with me-"

"You asked me first, dude. I see the kid all the time. I can hang out with him whenever."

"Alright, if you're sure."

"Why, you regret inviting me now or something?" Steve laughed, as if that wasn't the actual anxious thought that had been plaguing his brain the whole time.

"No! What? Definitely not. I'm really excited for you to come, seriously," Eddie was smiling, glancing quickly between Steve and the road. "I just… Wanted to make sure you knew you weren't, like, contractually obligated, if, y'know, you have something better to do."

"Trust me when I tell you, this is the something better."

Eddie could feel his face turning bright red. Thank god it was dark.

Finally they pulled into the grocery store parking lot. It was a bit out of the way, further than Steve normally went to go shopping, so he figured Eddie must live close by.

"It's fine if you wanna just wait here, I won't be long-" Eddie said, parking the van close to the building.

"You're kidding, right?" Steve asked. Eddie just shrugged. "It's just the grocery store, dude, it's not like you're dragging me along to rob a bank or something."

"Suit yourself."

Steve followed Eddie around the small grocery store as Eddie repeatedly checked the text Wayne had eventually sent him with the grocery list. Stuff like paper towels and bread and beer and cereal, normal stuff. It reminded Steve that, oh yeah, he and Robin were out of peanut butter, and god knows how long he’d have to be out, he may as well grab a snack for the road too. Eddie glanced over at him, smiling.

“You can put your stuff in my cart, if you want,” he giggled, watching Steve struggle with the armload of things he ended up accumulating as they meandered through the store.

“Oh! Um, thanks,” Steve stepped up closer to the cart and Eddie helped him set things in the little baby seat to keep them separate.

“I was gonna wait for you to ask,” Eddie said, still laughing lightly. “But uh… You’re pretty stubborn, aren’t you?”

It was Steve’s turn to laugh, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with Eddie.

“Yeah, I guess. That’s what people have told me, at least.”

“I’d believe it.”

Okay, so the grocery shopping wasn’t really helping as much as Steve had hoped it would. Somehow even the painfully mundane was fun just by virtue of doing it with Eddie. Steve watched as he drummed out beats on the shelves while he searched for the stuff on Wayne’s list and rode the cart down empty aisles.

Eddie knew he was being kinda weird, but it was making Steve smile. He was so aware of Steve looking at him the entire time, and it was making him nervous, and that was the one way he knew how to handle it. It worked like a charm on stage, and it seemed to be doing just fine here, too.

Eventually, with everything paid for and loaded into the back seat of the van, Eddie shot his uncle one last text that they were on their way and to please be wearing people clothes when they got home, and made the quick drive the rest of the way back to his place.

As Eddie pulled into the trailer park, he monitored Steve for any kind of reaction, any sign of surprise that Eddie lived where he lived. But if Steve gave a damn, he didn't show it.

They pulled up in front of Wayne's trailer and Eddie killed the engine as Steve got out and started grabbing bags, helping him unload.

God he was too sweet. Eddie just wanted to-

"So this is the mysterious Steve, huh?" a voice called from the trailer across the way. Steve jumped at the sound of his name. A man they hadn’t noticed until then was smoking on his own porch, dressed only in a bathrobe despite the weather. Eddie huffed.

"Good night, Murray," he yelled back, quickly grabbing the last bags and slamming the van door behind him as Steve made his way up to the porch.

"You didn't say he was-"

"Good NIGHT, Murray!" Eddie yelled louder, cutting him off. Their brief conversation seemed to summon Wayne to the door, fortunately for the boys who both had their arms loaded with groceries.

“You must be Eddie’s uncle,” Steve said, halfheartedly introducing himself as Wayne held the screen door open for the boys to bring the bags into the house.

“You must be Steve,” Wayne answered, looking at Eddie before peeking outside to see Murray giving him a small wave.

“Didn’t realize I was famous around here,” Steve laughed as he quickly found his way to the kitchen and dipped down to set his bags on the floor. Eddie followed in quickly behind him.

“You’re not, I swear,” he said, setting down the bags he’d carried in. “Murray and Wayne just don’t know how to mind their own business,” he spat, staring pointedly at Wayne.

Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly, almost smiling as he sipped from a mug of coffee that seemed to have materialized in his hand out of nowhere.

"Susan's in on it, too," Wayne muttered, just low enough that Eddie could hear but Steve couldn't. Eddie groaned. It felt childish, grumbling like Wayne was ruining his life or something. He was an adult, damn it, he didn't need the neighborhood Olds speculating on his friends and his love life.

"You gonna help your boy put groceries away or what?" Wayne asked, gesturing with his coffee to something behind Eddie. He whipped around to find, sure enough, Steve had started putting away anything that went in the fridge.

"He's not my boy," Eddie hissed, grabbing a bag to unload. God he hoped Steve couldn't hear them. He hoped what Nancy had said, about the concussions and the swimmer's ear affecting his hearing, would work in his favor just this once.

"Sure, son." Wayne nodded and turned, presumably making his way back to his recliner and his soap operas. Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the groceries.

"You have a cat?" Steve asked, excitement bubbling under his words.

"Huh? No?" Eddie turned and looked where Steve was looking. Steve looked at him confused and lightly kicked a bag of cat food leaning against the wall. Eddie started laughing. Steve still looked confused. "Oh! No, it's, um… It's for the uh, resident wildlife. Mostly stray cats, but also, y'know, raccoons and shit. Keeps 'em out of the garbage."

"Huh. Clever," Steve nodded. Eddie knew they did some real white trash shit, not the least of which being feeding the raccoons, and he usually didn't care if people knew. Steve, though… He didn't want to seem any weirder in front of Steve than he was sure he already did.

He didn't expect Steve to think it was clever.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Steve started looking closer at the stuff on the fridge, slightly disappointed that he didn't get to pet a cat. Though, he figured, if he played his cards right he might get to see a raccoon up close. That'd be neat.

There was actually stuff on their fridge door, which was a relatively new concept for Steve. Back home, his parents wouldn't be caught dead doing that sort of thing. Robin got him in on doing communal schedules and grocery lists on a whiteboard on the fridge, and magnetic poetry which he wasn't any good at, but it was a good laugh. But here? Novelty magnets shaped like vegetables and fish held up business cards and take-out menus, a power bill he assumed was already paid because it was from September and the lights were still on.

There was a handful of mismatched number and letter magnets, mostly spread haphazardly around the fridge door except for one group that crookedly read F UCK TH C0P S that made Steve giggle out loud. His favorite thing, though, was all the pictures of Eddie and Wayne.

Some of them were Eddie's school pictures throughout the years. Two looked like they were from a camping trip: one, a silhouette of Wayne fishing off a dock at either sunrise or sunset, Steve couldn't tell. The other was Eddie, sitting on a rock, tuning a guitar by firelight. One picture had a lot of people in it, clearly taken in the middle of the trailer park. Eddie and some boys Steve didn't know seemed to be engaging in a sword fight with lit sparklers. There was an old picture of Wayne from what must have been his college days.

Steve's favorite was, of course, a picture of Eddie. He was small, hair buzzed short, wearing a paper crown that must have said something like Happy Birthday on it. He was smiling big and open-mouthed at the camera, showing off a missing bottom tooth. At the bottom edge of the photo, partially cut off, was a birthday cake with a lit number 8 candle.

"What are you over there smiling at?" Eddie asked, closing a cupboard and coming up behind Steve. Steve tapped the birthday photo. "Oh good lord, just kill me," Eddie grimaced, immediately moving his hand to cover the picture. Steve laughed and swatted his hand away halfheartedly.

"Aw, come on, Eddie. It's cute! My parents never put this kind of shit on the fridge."

"Really?" Eddie recoiled, looking legitimately shocked. "Thought everybody's parents did mushy garbage like this."

"Not everybody. I mean, don't get me wrong, they had pictures of all of us kids framed around the house but we never got to put stuff on the fridge. Mom said it was uh…" Low class. "It looked messy."

"Huh. Weird… You've got siblings?"

"You sound surprised."

"I mean. I dunno, you kinda struck me as a fellow only child."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve laughed, crossing his arms to feign indignance.

"Nothing! Swear. How many siblings do you have? Where are you in the order?"

"Uh, Jesus. Six, all older. I'm the baby-"

"Actually that makes more sense," Eddie cut him off.

"-but the next youngest is ten years older than me, so I didn't really grow up with them, per se."

Eddie smacked himself on the forehead.

"THAT'S what it is," he yelled, jokingly stumbling backwards at the force of his own blow. "God, seven of you? I'd never survive. How old are your parents?"

"Oh, don't ask me that, you're gonna make me sound like a terrible son."

Eddie cackled as Steve nervously ran his hands through his hair.

"Nah, that's fine. I don't know how old Wayne is, either."

"I'm thirty!" Wayne yelled indignantly from the other side of the trailer.

"Like fuck you are, old man!" Eddie yelled back, making them all laugh.

Steve felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to check. Text from Robin.

"Huh…" Steve huffed, unlocking his phone as another text came in.

"Is that Robin? Did she strike out already?" Eddie chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the kitchen counter. Steve shrugged.

dont know what ur doing but u have an hour to come get anything u need from the house

vix is staying the night n u know what that means

;) ;) ;)

"Oh. That makes more sense," he said, sucking his teeth, slipping his phone back into his pocket without replying. "Um. Do you mind if I crash here tonight?"

Realization dawned on Eddie's face and he cackled, giving one loud clap before he doubled over.

"Go Robin!" he cheered as he caught his breath, wiping stray tears from his eyes. "Yeah, you can stay here."

"Thanks. Could I convince you to drive me back to my place just to grab some stuff? Phone charger, shit like that? Apparently I have an hour." Steve tapped his phone in his pocket. Eddie spun and looked at the microwave clock.

"Uh, maybe. Wayne!" Eddie shouted, leaning out into the hall, hanging by the door frame. "What time do you work tonight?"

"You've got time!" Wayne yelled back, answering the implicit question. "Just hurry up!"

"Cool, let's hit the road then," Eddie turned and looked at Steve, jerking his head to the side to beckon him along. Steve nodded and followed after him, pulling his phone back out.

Be there in 20! PLEASE be decent when I get there.

Robin's response came as they pulled out of the trailer park.

obviously

wait where r u?

I'm with Eddie.

R U SERIOUS?????

u gonna stay w him tonight? ;)

Oh my god stop. But yes.

never omg

hey unrelated: r we going to the nerds party tomorrow?

You can if you want. Eddie invited me to a different party so I'll be with him.

jfc just fuck him already

Tempting, but he's driving right now.

"The hell- Did you just take a picture of me?" Eddie looked between Steve and the road a few times before settling back on paying attention to where he was going.

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "Told Robs I'm with you, need a picture for proof."

"Gotcha," Eddie said skeptically.

its dark dingus i can barely see whos in the picture

i assume its eddie

Haha, sorry, yeah.

Eddie snuck glances whenever he could at Steve's phone screen, enough to catch Robin's suggestive comment. Steve was wrapped up in their conversation the whole ride back into town, perfectly silent the entire drive.

"Gonna need you to direct me from here, dude," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder to get his attention once they got back downtown.

"Oh! Duh. Um, keep going straight until you hit that light, then turn left. There'll be a parking lot on the right a few blocks down, just pull in there."

"Aye aye, captain," Eddie said with a little salute that made Steve giggle. He followed Steve directions and pulled into a parking lot that he hoped was the right one.

“Cool. Um, you can come up if you want,” Steve said, halfway out of the van.

“Yeah, uh, as much as Robin’s den of depravity sounds like the event of the year, I think I’ll pass.”

“Probably the smart choice.”

Steve shut the van door and ran across the street, fishing keys out of his pocket. Eddie watched as he unlocked the door to the building, nestled in between a pawn shop and a convenience store. Once Steve was out of sight, Eddie pulled his phone out. In his brief absence, the group chat he was in had blown up, and he had a few missed calls from his friends.

Dustpan: is anybody bringing real food to the party tomorrow?

Garebear: Do you guys not have food in your house?

Microwave: not enough to feed all of us!

Leia: yeah, unless you guys want ramen and cheese its all night, we’re going to need to go shopping

Dustpan: which is why I’m asking

Wildred: I’m off work in an hour, I can pick something up if I need to

JIF: How did I know this would happen?

JIF: I just bought like 6 bags of pizza rolls because I knew this would happen.

JIF: Will you might wanna get chips or something

Microwave: get a veggie tray

Garebear: Jesus Christ Mike what are you, 80?

Garebear: a VEGGIE TRAY??

Wildred: lol I’ll grab some stuff. Other than Mike, does anyone have any requests?

Dustpan: depends, where are you going?

Wildred: … The store.

Dustpan: okay, WHICH store, asshole?

Leia: unrelated, but we’re out of coffee so if you’re going to the store could you grab some?

Wildred: That depends on the requests

Wildred: Yes I’ll get coffee

JIF: That is VERY related as I’m sure we will be drinking your coffee in the morning

Garebear: Tru

G-Man: I can bring chips Will don’t worry about it

Wildred: I’m getting pita chips and hummus and nothing else if you guys don’t tell me what you want

Garebear: Nooooo can you get jalapeno cheetos

JIF: Oh shit, yeah, seconding the cheetos

Wildred: Sure

Dustpan: ANYWAY I asked because I want those bulk plantain chips we get but if you aren’t going there then I’m good.

Wildred: I can get your stupid plantain chips, yes

Microwave: do we have eggos? el just texted me

Leia: WHY are you asking the groupchat that?

Microwave: bc i can hear one of you in the kitchen but i don’t know who it is

Microwave: and i don’t want to yell

Dustpan: it’s me, yes we have eggos.

Wildred: Lucas, do Max or Erica want anything?

Leia: please hold

Leia: max also wants jalapeno cheetos. erica wants pocky or oreos

Dustpan: we have like three different kinds of oreos. don’t buy oreos.

Microwave: we have oreos?? since when??

Dustpan: since like, thanksgiving break dude. if you ate more than dino nuggets and mac n cheese maybe you’d know that.

Microwave: hey. harsh

Microwave: i eat other stuff. i JUST asked for a veggie tray

Dustpan: yeah, because you use vegetables as a vessel for ranch.

Wildred: Eddie, do you want anything?

Microwave: also occasionally cheese, don't be reductive

Dustpan: there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you, you know that?

Wildred: Does anybody know what Eddie’s doing right now? I called him but he didn’t answer

Garebear: He never answers his phone, dude

Dustpan: huh. yeah, he didn’t answer me either.

Garebear: His phone has been on silent the entire time he’s had it

JIF: He should be off work by now, idk where he is though

Garebear: Dude. Did you just try to call him too?

can you get me icecream?

Dustpan: eddie!

Wildred: Yeah man, what kind?

idk cookie dough or something? brand doesnt matter

JIF: He likes Ben and Jerrys

okay yeah but thats expensive

Wilma: lol I’ll see what I can find

you are a benevolent host

One of these days he'd need to come up with a funnier nickname for Grant.

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the hellfire club groupchat is my pride and joy. also, i'm sure you all noticed, we officially have a title and, in turn, we're live on ao3! this part will go up on ao3 later today, i'll link it back here when it does!

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#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #coffee shop au #text #there will be more wayne in a later part i promise

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skruffie · 7 months

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People aren't just the customers anymore but we are the products. Surge pricing is going to be more widespread. The Kellogg CEO is saying we should eat breakfast cereal for dinner if we can't afford a more hearty meal, as if cereal was also affordable anymore. The election this year in the United States is between Dementia-and-Genocide and Dementia-and-Genocide but in red. Everyone says we're not in a recession but we see article after article about side hustles and turning our hobbies into profit. Artists are having their work stolen to train AI models to do the work instead. Massive layoffs. At Alice's previous job, it was $444/month for our health insurance with no deductible and at mine it is $370 with a few thousand deductible for myself and a spouse. We split our rent payment 60/40 to have it paid throughout the month and the flex program helps "build credit". I got almost 119% in my sales goal last year and my hours got cut between 5-8 each week until the whole store can turn a better profit. You can go to college and get a degree and sling coffee or work in a tech job you hate that makes you want to kill yourself because you were told your whole life to go to college, but then when the jobs ran out every asks you "well why didn't you go to trade school?"

Cities take away benches, put up boulders and spikes to drive people away from sitting and standing and existing in public. Slavery was never actually fully outlawed in this country, you know. The 13th amendment makes an exception to use slavery as punishment for a crime. It is literally in the constitution. The federal minimum wage is still under $8/hr. The CEO of the medical side at work doesn't understand how someone can't afford the $39 retinal imaging copay because for him it's not that much money but we're the people in the store navigating explaining insurance benefits to patients every single fucking day who have to decide if they want to see clearly with glasses that will last them until next year's appointment or get a cheaper pair to tide them over. He does this and then manages to screw up the pay for the techs doing the pretesting so they're constantly having to monitor their paychecks every two weeks.

Something has to fucking give. This cannot keep going on.

#anti capitalism rant #that's literally just what it is #i think the kellogg ceo thing really just finally broke me

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slasherhoe87 · 2 years

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🌹Loving Michael🥀

Chapter 3

Link to Masterlist with all chapters so far: https://www.tumblr.com/slasherhoe87/711619549600137216/loving-michael?source=share

OG Michael x Female Reader

Two mornings after Michael and your escapade at the old Pickens factory you stood in front of your stove making chocolate chip flapjacks for Michael.

Your man had an insatiable sweet tooth and really, the palette of a child.

He didn't want oatmeal for breakfast - he wanted Lucky Charms cereal. He didn't want a chicken salad for lunch - he wanted mac & cheese or a plain cheesy pizza. He didn't want grilled salmon for dinner - he wanted spaghetti & meatballs or lasagna.

You smiled fondly as you flipped over the flapjack before looking up at the wall clock. Good, you thought - you still had quite some time before having to leave for work. You'd thought you would be running late as Michael had insisted on cuddling before you got up, however cuddling turned in to lazy morning sex - as was common with the two of you.

Just as you placed the last of Michael's flapjacks onto a plate you noticed a shape out of the corner of your eye. Turning to look, your heart jumped in your throat with fright.

"Michael!"

Fright gave way to annoyance with no real anger behind it. After living with one another for a full two years, your lurking lover still managed to scare you with his unexpected appearances.

Your frown turned to a smile as he stalked forward to the kitchen table - silent and expressionless as ever.

You took the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, a can of whipped cream and some sliced fruit and placed it in front of him. You leaned down and kissed his forehead (thankful that he had worked through his touch aversion)

While pouring yourself a cup of coffee to have with your toast you look up and out of your kitchen window to see the familiar beige station-wagon drive slowly up the street.

Loomis - your mind spat with anger.

The biggest quack in psychiatry. A man who you thought himself should be locked up in Smith's Grove.

To spend less than a couple of months with a troubled child and deem him evil incarnate - the fuck!? His obsession with Michael was downright creepy.

Every other day before or after work, or when out on errands you would notice him driving about Haddonfield looking for Michael. Yeah, keep wasting money on gas asshole, you'll never get Michael - not while I'm still breathing.

Evil incarnate doesn't smile. Evil incarnate doesn't cuddle or give tender hugs. Evil incarnate doesn't show vulnerability with unshed tears in its eyes as it seeks out comfort away from the dark places in its mind. Evil incarnate doesn't make love or spoil its lover with tender kisses.

You were getting riled up... your thoughts moving onto an even bigger hatred of yours: Laurie fucking Strode. The bitch who thinks she's the 'final girl' of her own damn movie. Michael had intended to kill her only because she had trespassed onto his property - he was not obsessed with her like Laurie believed (or wanted to believe) and when he couldn't kill her due to her own dumb luck he moved on to his next kills.

But Haddonfield is not a large town and for the past two halloweens when Laurie would catch a glimpse of Michael stalking the town she was convinced Michael was after her. He wasn't. You ain't that special, Laurie. And because she believed she was final girl of the century she would go after Michael and try and kill him.

Thanks to this bitch, Michael's one eye is damaged - his vision in the eye mostly still intact but the physical scarring is prominent and he a had big raised, puckered scar on his neck from where she had stabbed him.

Luck seems to be firmly on her side as Michael just can't seem to end her annoying existence. You wished she would just leave Michael alone or if Michael could just finally kill her and be done with it. Then all you had to worry about was Loony Loomis.

You felt a pair of strong, protective arms snake around your waist. Michael placed his chin atop your shoulder and squeezed your waist gently, silently asking what was troubling you.

You sighed and turned to face him, your palms rested against his pecs, his hands still holding you.

"Loomis drove past again" you spat out.

Michael's gaze darkened briefly, a flash of anger struck across his expressive stormy blue eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I won't let him take you back to Smith's Grove, Michael. I won't let him take you away from me. I'll kill him before I let that happen" you promise this to Michael, your voice steel with resolve. Michael holds you against him tighter, you look up into his eyes - his own darkening again as he drinks all of you in - your words increasing his love and obsession for/over you.

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Later at work that day you were sat in your office staring out in to the shopping isles of the small hardware store that you were manager of - your mind thinking on nothing other than Michael's pursuers.

You didn't know what you would do if Loomis managed to catch Michael and send him back to Smith's Grove or if Laurie fucking Strode actually succeeded in killing Michael. Your blood boiled at the thought. That just couldn't happen. You intended to keep your promise to Michael. You would kill to keep him with you - because a life without Michael didn't seem to be much of a life at all - he had you by the heart, his grip unrelenting - he was it for you. There could never be anybody else.

Tearing your thoughts away from those to loons lest your blood pressure skyrocket you decided to go to the front desk and chat to Len, the cashier for a bit - he was always pleasant, light hearted conversation - just what you needed.

After chatting for a bit with Len, you felt a bit better, a little lighter. Grateful that he was a very easy conversationalist.

Just as you were about to turn back and head to your office the bell that alerted you to new customers jingled above the opening door. You turned with a smile ready to greet the customer when you felt your heart sink, your blood heat and your smile turn to a grimace.

In swept Laurie fucking Strode with that cool-girl casualness of hers and that barely there easy smile.

She didn't know that you were Michael's girlfriend - in fact you were pretty sure that she firmly believed Michael was incapable having a girlfriend or any feelings for another, whether familial or romantic to begin with.

She greeted you and Len after looking over her shoulder three times, nervous eyes scanning outside for any signs of Michael no doubt - God! You're doing this to yourself bitch - self fulfilling prophecy! You shouted internally.

Jim, the salesman who generally helped the potential customers was off sick for a day or two so you had to, unfortunately step in and assist.

"Can I help you, miss?" You ask with the friendliest tone you can muster and tight smile.

She looks over the aisles of stock typical to a hardware store and shook her head smiling back at you, oblivious to your strained demeanour.

"No, I'm good. I know what I'm after. Thanks though, I'll shout if I need help" and off she sauntered, disappearing behind the shelves.

You sniffed and leaned against the counter, hoping she'd hurry the fuck up so she could get the fuck out of your store.

Eventually after what felt like hours, Laurie returned to the front desk, a basket full of paraphernalia. Rope, pliers, a machete, bowie knife, gardening gloves, a mallet and other bits and bobs that could be used for nefarious purposes.

You thin your lips, eyes scanning the gear she places on the counter for Len to assist with.

"Quite an array of tools there... planning to kill someone?" You ask, voice steady and just teetering on the edge of knowing accusation and inquisitive humor.

Laurie looked up at you, mouth slightly agape. She swallowed hard before glancing out of the store's window once more and fumbling with her purse to retrieve her cash - dramatic.

"Uh, hehe, no... just some renovations needing to be done at home" she replies back in a somewhat shaky voice.

Renovations my ass.

"Hmm" is all you respond with. "Well, good luck and thanks for buying at Miller's Hardware" you pleasantly spout out as you turn on your heel and head back into your office.

Plopping down heavily onto your office chair you rub your temples as you feel a horrible headache blooming. You just knew fucking Laurie Croft was ready to take on Michael again this Halloween, which was unfortunately on 5 days away.

Sighing, you stop rubbing your temples as your cellphone buzzes on your desk. You lean over to see whose calling you.

It was your mom.

"Hey ma, how are you and dad doing?" you ask, smiling at the welcome distraction.

Your mom sniffled on the other end of the phone and you instantly sat up straight, worry furrowing your brows.

"Honey, you're gonna have to come home. Your dad... h-h he's had a stroke and I don't think I'll be able to handle him alone"

Your breath hitched and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Your poor dad!

"Don't worry mom... I'll leave tonight - the drive will take about 4 hours" I say as I start cleaning up the office and pack everything away.

"No, I don't want you driving at night, baby. Your dad is stable and will only be out of hospital in a few days... take your time. Sort out what you have to over there, then come through. I- I'm so sorry for upending your life there in Haddonfield honey... but we need you home" Your mom choked out, her voice trembling on the other end.

"Don't feel bad mom. You're my parents, I'll do anything for you. I'll phone Larry tonight so that he can get a temporary manager in, then I'll sort everything else out and leave as soon as I can, ok?"

"Ok honey, see you soon. Drive safe"

After she hung up you let the tears fall down your face. Damn it. Just when you were settling nicely into Haddonfield - this being your third year here. But no matter... whether this move is temporary or more permanent you didn't care. Your parents needed you and you would be there for them no matter.

All of a sudden as though being hit in the face with a frying pan you thought of Michael.

"Michael! Shit!" You place your head in your hands and groan.

Well... let's hope he's ready for a trip as you will NOT leave him in Haddonfield with Loony Loomis and Laurie fucking Strode creeping about.

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Chapter 4 coming soon

#og michael myers #og michael x reader #michael myers #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #slasher x you #slashers x reader #slasher fucker #slasher community #slasher fic #slashers

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anne-bsd-bibliophile · 1 year

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Emotional triggers are crazy. I just figured out today that just telling someone "no" immediately makes me nervous and I prepare myself to be yelled at, blamed, ridiculed, etc. I realize now that being raised by a narcissistic father who was emotionally/verbally abusive and had to have everything his way caused me to be scared of telling someone "no."

For example, something as simple as being asked "Do you have Diet Dr. Pepper?" When I have to tell them "No, all I have is Diet Coke for diet drinks," it scares me half to death. But when someone asks, "What sodas do you have?" it is so much easier for me to answer. Then I feel like I can be helpful and try to find something they like instead of have to tell them I don't have their favorite drink.

I get that most people probably won't take it out on me when I don't have what drink they want. But I grew up in a household where if I told my father that something wasn't his way or that things hadn't turned out how he had hoped I knew I would be blamed and he would do whatever he could to push the blame on me:

I, a five year old at the time, wanted to eat the fudge that I bought with the money I earned? But my father does so much for me and it is selfish not to share with him.

My sister came home after curfew? Well, if I had been a better older sister she wouldn't feel the need to rebel like that.

I don't like to eat cereal because I hate milk? But liking cereal with milk is normal and I can't possibly be abnormal so my father forced me to sit at the table until I had eaten every bit of cereal and drank every drop of milk in the bowl. (I found out years later that I'm lactose intolerant and that's why I hated milk so much growing up.)

I couldn't respond to a text right away because I was at work? Well my father was paying for my phone at the time so I had to answer right away or else he would threaten to disconnect it.

I wanted to tell my family about my day at dinner? But my sister had so much to say and my father didn't want me taking up her valuable time boring her by talking about my day.

My mom took me out to lunch? My father couldn't afford for my mom to be taking me out to eat and I must be trying to get her to divorce him. It was only okay for my father to take people out to lunch, and that's only if they "treated him right" and "deserved for him to pay for their food."

I like watching anime? Then that must be why I can't get a date and I must be watching hentai or (heaven forbid) I must be lesbian because otherwise I'd find a nice religious boy to marry and I wouldn't have time for things like anime.

I wouldn't agree with him that detox baths would literally suck fat cells from his body and make him lose weight? Well, I was a disrespectful daughter and my father threatened to never let me see my mom again.

After growing up in a situation where it was normal for me to be blamed and criticized for every little thing I did, it became a natural response for me to try to anticipate what people around me want to hear and want me to do. If I do or say anything "wrong" then I prepare myself for immediate and severe emotional punishment because that's what I grew up with constantly. I automatically assume everything I do is "wrong" until I realize no punishment has come, and then I can breathe a sigh of relief and hope that I did something right.

That's why dealing with people is so exhausting. That's why my social anxiety is so bad. I hadn't realized until this evening why I'm always so tense and nervous. I was talking to someone about weird habits we have from childhood that helped us survive in tough situations when it hit me that I say "yes" and try to please people to survive. That's why I relate to Yozo in No Longer Human so much: I'm terrified of humans, too. Only instead of playing the clown and trying to make them laugh, I'm trying to please them and make them happy so they won't get mad at me.

#coping with narcissistic abuse #social anxiety #emotional abuse #emotional extortion #I know it sounds really bad to say this but it has been so much easier since my father died #without him here no one is going to punish me for being myself anymore #that means I can do things like talk and spend time with my mom and like anime and books #I'm not constantly wrong all the time and it is so peaceful

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jihyocentric · 2 years

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Pls can you write bottom jeong in the fwb au like jihyo fucking her after she’s had a long day even tho in the beginning she resisted but in the end she couldn’t say no to her teeny tiny hyo and her pouty lips

"you're finally home!"

jeongyeon hears it the moment she steps into the apartment. peanut wasn't there to welcome her as he would always do, already fast asleep at that time, so instead jihyo jumps on her lap, pecking jeongyeon's lips before she even got time to close the door.

"did you have dinner yet?" jeongyeon asks, kicking the door closed, taking jihyo with her, her body tired but she was used to holding jihyo.

"i was waiting for you, and now my tummy hurts because you took too long." jihyo sighs dramatically, as if she hadn't eaten some of jeongyeon's cereal bars while she waited.

"poor thing." jeongyeon coos teasingly, placing jihyo on the ground when they reach the kitchen. "i should've called and told you to eat. i'm sorry," she says, taking the food out of the fridge so she could heat it up.

"why are you even doing extra hours?" jihyo complains. "are you cheating on me?"

jeongyeon laughs when she looks at jihyo, who crossed her arms and stuck her bottom lip out.

"yes." jeongyeon confirms. "i prefer blondes who don't snore and can be close to pets without sneezing every ten seconds."

"you always say that. you're supposed to make me believe you're not cheating, not hurting my feelings!" jihyo whines, passing her arms around jeongyeon's waist. "coming for my allergy is a low move. and i don't snore!"

jeongyeon shrugs. "you're still not blonde though."

jihyo sighs, forgetting about the jokes for the while. she was genuinely concerned, as jeongyeon has been taking longer shifts and tiring herself off. "just tell me why you're overworking yourself."

"i'm not. i'm just doing a favor to a friend this week," jeongyeon reassures her, and although jihyo didn't fully believe in her excuse, she had no reason not to trust jeongyeon. "don't worry about me. it's nothing i can't take, trust me."

"fine." jihyo tiptoes, kissing jeongyeon briefly. "heat up this food already, i'm starving!"

as much as jihyo would've preferred to spend more time with jeongyeon, after they ate jeongyeon took a shower and they went straight to bed, too late for them to stay up.

jeongyeon needed to rest and jihyo wasn't helping. it wasn't usually like that — jeongyeon was the one in jihyo's place more often than not, so when she felt jihyo kissing her neck and touching her waist under the shirt she groaned, eyes closed and heavy, evidently tired.

"stop," jeongyeon says drowsily, surprising even herself when she rejects sex with jihyo. "i can't. too tired. you can get off on my knee if you really need to..."

"but i want you." jihyo whines, face to face with jeongyeon.

"you're such a pain in the ass." jeongyeon opens her eyes, huffing when she sees jihyo's adorable begging face in front of her. "stop doing that!"

"doing what?" jihyo teases, voice sweet like honey but teasing, acting clueless.

jeongyeon flicks jihyo's forehead. "being annoying. you're spending too much time with me, it's getting to you."

"that hurts," jihyo slaps jeongyeon's arm. she sighs then, looking into jeongyeon's eyes, not ready to give up. "i love your eyes."

"you're not winning me over with an 'i love you'." jeongyeon closes her eyes again, and this time she turns her back to jihyo. "good night."

"let's do it just once. i don't need you to touch me, just wanna touch you." jihyo scoots closer, spooning jeongyeon. "we're spending more time discussing about it than we would if you just let me fuck you."

"god." jeongyeon sighs loudly. "you're so damn annoying. i love you so much for that. fine, do what you want, but just one time."

"that's why we're a match." jihyo laughs, a hand slipping inside jeongyeon's panties. "so wet."

"shh." jeongyeon silences her.

jihyo slips her fingers through jeongyeon's folds, moaning softly at the warm, wet feeling around her fingers. she pushes her fingers in curiously, exploring further into the soaked entrance, making jeongyeon moan when two of jihyo's fingers invade her, hips moving subtly, as if asking for more.

while jeongyeon can be rougher and undoubtedly relentless when she was on the giving side, jihyo takes her time and her touches are tender, fingers sliding in an out deviously slow, the palm of her hand brushing against jeongyeon's clit when she was knuckles deep.

jihyo takes her fingers out suddenly and jeongyeon grits her teeth, ready to give jihyo a guilt trip about teasing her when she was tired and not finishing what she started.

"i'll finish you off with my tongue." jihyo explains innocently and jeongyeon squints at her, but soon allows jihyo to take her panties off.

jihyo kisses the tattoo on jeongyeon's hip before anything. "this one is my favorite."

"why is that?" jeongyeon asks thickly.

"only i get to see it."

before jeongyeon can think of an answer jihyo latches on her clit, moaning into jeongyeon's pussy as she tasted her in her tongue, getting wet when she notices how much jeongyeon enjoys it.

she brings her fingers back in, sliding them deeper now, curling them up against a spongy spot that makes jeongyeon's thighs warm up her ears, squeezing her head between them. jeongyeon all but howls, feeling jihyo's hands holding her steady as she writhes under her.

"h-hyo, i'm so clo- fuck!" jeongyeon grunts, barely having time to announce before she comes, thighs trembling and stomach tensing as she coated jihyo's mouth with slick, head falling back when she reached her peak.

jihyo only stops when jeongyeon can't take it anymore, already too sensitive, and pulls away with a smug smile on her face.

"for someone who didn't want it, you came quite a lot." jihyo teases, cleaning her face with jeongyeon's shirt.

"really? on my clean shirt? so disgusting." jeongyeon breathes out, chest heaving.

"i'll be the one to wash it anyway. you cook and clean, i wash the clothes and take care of the baby. fair share." jihyo laughs, laying on jeongyeon's side. "is the knee offer still up? i got a little excited when i was going down on you."

"make yourself at home." jeongyeon hugs jihyo's waist, eyes closing once again, and it doesn't take long for jihyo to rid herself of her own shorts and panties and place a leg between jeongyeon's.

#anon #jeongyeon #jihyo #jeonghyo #fwb!jeonghyo #fill

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actualaster · 2 years

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Totally healthy person: "You just sit around doing minimal-physical-effort thing/nothing all day, sounds great!"

...Oh, yeah, sure, right up until you get to the part where that's about all somebody CAN do.

And even that's too much sometimes.

Like it sounds fun until you realize that it's because the person needs to cook dinner later which is already going to exhaust them so if they do anything more involved all day they won't be able to and/or will crash for extra long.

It kind of sucks making food and then, some hours later when you crash, ending up in bed for 15-16 hours recovering.

It also sucks, like, making a frozen pizza for yourself and that ending up exhausting you so that after you eat you have to crash for 2-6 hours.

Some days are especially bad and pretty much after every meal you have to lay down because you started with so little energy just the effort of even making yourself a bowl of cereal exhausts you and you can barely finish your food before having to rest.

So, yeah, some people who deal with extreme and chronic fatigue do look like they're doing little enough or doing something "fun" all day. But that's literally the most they can do if they have any other obligations or things they want to do later that day or the next day because anything else will exhaust them beyond functioning again, sometimes for days at a time.

(And there's a whole lot of people who can't even do that and are stuck just laying in bed all day most days because they literally can't do anything more than that.)

Trust me, doing nothing or doing a low-effort thing to keep your mind occupied is really fun when it's a choice. But when you have few, if any, other options? Even something "fun" can feel like a chore and becomes a lot less interesting, no matter what it might look like to somebody on the outside.

(This post is for anybody who deals with being regularly too exhausted to function regardless of if the cause is physical or mental health, btw)

#there are days i cant even play games bc im so tired that i feel trapped #and anything 'fun' loses its appeal real fast under those conditions #chronic fatigue #im so tired forever #hi why the FUCK did this accidentally get tagged 'pokemon' wtf lmao

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indecisive-dizzy · 4 months

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I’ve had no ideas for my ocs so have some incorrect quotes

Barnaby: Why do you not believe that ghosts are real?  Wallace: Never seen one.  Barnaby: Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real.  Wallace: What can’t I see?  Barnaby: You can’t see gravity. That’s real.  Wallace: Yeah, I can drop an apple.  Barnaby: Fuck.

Daisey: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.  Eddie: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*  Daisey: That one. I want that one.

*Frank and Julie are texting*  Frank: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE.  Julie: I got spring water.  Frank: NO!  Julie: With EXTRA minerals!  Julie: It’s like licking a stalagmite!  Frank: DON’T COME HOME!  Julie: Mmmmmm, cave water.

Julie: I think this might be a bad idea...  Daisey: Don't start thinking on me now!

Daisey: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth.  Julie: Why?  Daisey, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.

Daisey: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!  Frank: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

Howdy: Hey Frank, listen, corporate makes us do this every year, but this is just a little manager evaluation form. You just fill it out, let them know how I'm doing, you know?  Lizzy: Alright! Uh, "Is your manager manipulative?"  Howdy: I'd say "No" to that if I were you.

Eddie: HELP! I TOLD FRANK I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!  Howdy, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Howdy, at Daisey's funeral: I need a moment with them.  Everyone: Of course. *They leave*  Howdy, leaning over Daisey′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.  Daisey: Yeah, no shit.

Daisey: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Daisey is such a nice person, Daisey is so happy-go-lucky! Daisey can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Daisey CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Daisey IS be in a bad mood

Howdy: While I'm gone, you're in charge Julie.  Julie: Yes!  Howdy, whispering to Frank: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.  Frank: Obviously.

Howdy: *sees someone doing something stupid*  Howdy: What an idiot.  Howdy: *realizes it's Daisey*  Howdy: Wait, that's MY idiot!

Eddie: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.  Howdy: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.  *Daisey walks in*  Howdy: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Daisey: Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend?  Julie: Dude- Its satire!  Daisey: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Frank: If you think I’m playing favorites, you’re wrong. I love all of you equally!  Frank, earlier: I don’t care for Daisey.

Also the only idea I have is Howdy being stubborn and in denial about his feelings for Daisey until they ask him out

Then he’s just like O//_//O

I feel like I'm sipping my coffee while reading the daily funnies in the newspaper, how delightful!

These are great, got a good chuckle :]

The future partner one with Dasiey,, Eddie is at least 4 of those things! I don't think he's the bravest but he checks the other boxes (he's the only mailman he has to be successful right?)

Howdy in denial is just, Howdy's day to day. This worm refuses to accept or realize anything until it's thrown in his face lol <3

#will never not love me some incorrect quotes #i have a laundry list of things to do so nit much down here in tags!#welcome home #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #howdy pillar #welcome home oc #moot ocs #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child

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fayamn · 2 years

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In the past 2 months I’ve put on 25 pounds and am officially overweight. It only started with a milkshake one night after dinner with a pint of Ben and Jerries and a pint of heavy cream - 2800 calories. It felt so innocent, I just wanted to try it, feel that incredible fullness from the cream. Since then I feel like I have not been able to stop eating and my capacity has noticeably grown. Snacks throughout the day and at night on top of 3 heavy meals, a massive bowl of cereal with a pint of half n half instead of milk, waffles, chips, a pack of double stuffed Oreos, literally doubling or tripling the serving size on everything… I’m eating anything I can get my hands on. I even bought heavy cream to try in my coffee instead of my typical half and half, but ended up chugging the pint as soon as I got home. I’m eating well over 3000 calories a day, sometimes over 6 or 7k and Im now standing here at 177 pounds - quite a ways from my New Years weight of 152... I keep thinking I’ll try and hit the gym, eat clean, and be able to fit into my outgrown shirts and jeans. But I keep finding myself stuffing myself every day whether healthy or not and it’s clear I killed my fast metabolism. Your posts are not helping either. I think all I need is a push in the right direction… and maybe some relatively friendly teasing 🥰

I can't believe you thought starting with 2k8 calories shakes would be "innocent", while it's peak fattening piggy behaviour. This food intake summary makes my feeder heart flutter~ I love the displays of gluttony like chugging heavy cream.

You sure you need a "push in the right direction" and not an excuse? Someone to make the final decision for you? Because for me it looks like you already know what you like... Especially given you're even here to begin with...

Keep growing fat boy.

#submission

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timelessdp · 2 years

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Holiday Truce

This year I was @tidehopper gifter

I liked your prompts and I put together the Cujo and the Vlad showed up in dinner. I hope you will like it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43867041

A black and white blurred figure flew in the night sky at Amity Park.

—I can't believe you Cujo! This is a the seventh times in this week to came to the real world, and it's still Tuesday. What could I do with you?-Phantom rolled his eyes.

—Woof Woof! -answered the miniature dog.

—Hey Phantom!- his dad shouted after him. —Can I help you?

—Oh hi Jack! What are you doing outside this time of the day? It is almost midnight.

—You know I always loved the filed trips. And now that we have a truce we can finally work together!

—Sure. But I actually finished for today. Although...

He flew closer to the ground, and stopped in front of the other Hunter.

—I know you don't keep animals. But I think Cujo would be a nice exception. He is a ghost, so he just need some ectoplasm to live peacefully. I would be grateful if I don't need to chase after him every day.

—So do you want me to watch out for your dog?

—Argh... Why do everybody believe that he is my dog?!

—Isn't he yours?

—No, he isn't. So would you like to know him better?

Jack nodded.

Phantom handed Cujo over to his dad.

The ghost licked the man face.

—Be good! -the ghost boy smiled and left alone them.

Danny lied down to his bed as he would be a sack of flour. He immediately felt asleep.

He woke up for somebody licking his face.

—Stooop. I am still not awake -he rubbed his eyes, then he noticed the ghost dog. —I have never thought in my dreams, that you will be the one who wakes me up.

—Woof!- he was wagging his tail.

—Could you go out until I dress up?

—Yip...-whimpered.

—Okay. Okay... At the least stay beside my bed.

Danny finished the morning rutin quickly. Then he went downstairs. Cujo followed him.

—I see you two already like each other -his father said.

—He is very sweet if you know him. I mean Phantom intruduced him to me.

Daniel took his cereal, and started to eat at the kitchen table.

Cujo hopped onto his lap and spilled the milk everywhere.

—Cujo! Bad dog! -Danny put up and put him to the ground. —Stay there- the boy sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. —OMG I will be late- he picked up a toast which had been made by his father. —See ya!

—Bye Danny!

The boy had the luck with the ghost shield on around the Fenton Works.

He had an ordinary school day.

—Danny we should start our History project- Valarie started —Who knows when I will have enough free time again.

—You are right Valarie. Do you want to come over? I think I have never introduced you properly to my parents.

—Maybe because everybody know your parents.

—That is true, but they don't know about you. And I have some books for the project.

—Well I am in.

—Yes! We should order food too. Because I don't want to poison you.

—It takes more than a little ectoplasm. I think most of the population of Amity Park resistant against it.

—Believe me, when I say it isn't a little bit. Last time a ham attacked us.

They reached the Fenton Works very soon. Danny opened the front door just to face with the huge Cujo.

The boy stood as a surprised Pikachu, frozen. Somehow he forgot about him.

Valerei raised her hand with a gun.

—What are this monster doing here?!

—Err... -Danny shook his head. —Phantom left him to us to avoid your kind of problems. It just completely came out of my mind. Cujo be small!

The animal shrinked to a size of a puppy and jumped into Danny's arm.

—He doesn't bite.

—So that means Phantom left his dog to your family.

—He had never been Phantom's dog.

—Woof!-Cujo agreed.

—Do you promise that he won't cause any more difficultness?

—Until the shield is on, Amity is safe from him.

They heard tramples. Cujo jumped down. Danny's mom was that.

—Come inside.

—Alright- the youths agreed.

—Mom I don't know if you have ever met Valerie in the proper way yet.

—You are the Red Huntress. Danny told about you so much. Thank you for your help.

Now it was Valerie, who froze.

—How do you know?

—You have her gun in your hand. And the heigh is the same. Also you just given away yourself.

Danny made a facepalm. As a secret identity would be this easy to tell.

—I should be more careful...

—Do you wanna see our newest arsenal?

—Technically I came to learn with Danny...

—No worries, I will get the books until you get the tour. Be careful.

—It would be fun. Finally somebody who can appreciate our work. My children hate ghost hunting.

Danny just rolled his eyes.

—Ten minute and I will join-he went forwards.

—Can I ask what was the reason to start hunting?

—This little monster -Valarie pointed to Cujo.

—Woof!-the dog stepped onto the girl's leg.

—Leave me alone!-she swung his weapon.

Cujo became a big and growled at her.

—There is no need to attack. Please put your gun down.

She listened to Maddie, and in that moment the dog transformed into a puppy again.

—Long story for short. My dad worked for the axion lab as security. But he wasn't ready for ghost attacks, and this beast ruined his work. We lost everything. I started to work at the Nasty Burger. And one day I got a packet from Vlad Masters and there was a suit. That is how I started hunting. But I don't really care about the engineering.

—But you need to know how to works to use it safely.

—Not really. Since Technus boosted my suit, every piece is like a second skin to me.

—Hmmm... I am curios how high is your ectocontamination. We should check it up in the lab.

— Won't it hurt?

—It isn't dangerous to humans.

—I am not convinced. In regard of everybody in Amity have a higher level, than an average human has.

—That is true.

When they arrived to the lab, Valarie's bracelet started to beeping.

—I gotta go. Tell Danny, I am sorry.

—What is that?-Maddie asked.

—It is a ghost detector.

—Interesting ours haven't shown anything.

—Maybe because it is off? Let me see it. Hi Mr. Fenton!- she greeted the man, who was tinkering something.

—Hi! Maddie give me the torch!

—Right away sugar cube!

The barcalet became quiet.

—It seams like Phantom finished already.

As a soon as she said out loud, the ghost boy showed up.

—Hi Val! What's up Mr. and Mrs. Fenton?

—I am working on the Fenton ghost detector. I don't want to register Cujo as a treat.

—Cool! I caught some ectopus- he stepped beside the portal and flushed the thermos's content. —Have a nice day -Phantom waved then flew up.

—So... Where is the ectocontamination measuring device?

—At the back off the room. Come with me.

The walked beside computers, huge weapons, tubes with colorful substances, weird household utensils.

—There are lots of weird thing.

—It happens when you are an inventor. Oh I found it.

The device looked like a modern thermometer.

Maddie raised up the tool into Valarie's forehead, but before she could start the process Danny appeared and push away her hand.

—Sorry Mom, but you had said if the identity reach rate three in the danger scale the gun part is activating. And It would be a bad idea to use it on Val, before you uninstall that function.

—Ups. You are right. We could check it latter. I am going to repair it. Have fun kids -Maddie left them.

—The last time when she wanted to use it, Jazz was the one who saved me. I shouldn't left you with them.

—I knew the danger of this place...

Danny lowered his voice. He didn't want to his father hear it.

—I ordered Pizza. I know what is your favorite. It is already in the kitchen.

—Then what are we waiting for? I haven't eaten since morning, because of the Lunch Lady.

—Yeah I know.

They went upstairs. Just to find Cujo eating one of the Pizza from the box.

—Bad dog! Why do you want to eat my food? It isn't for you! -He picked up the dog and put down on the floor.

But Cujo didn't listen to him and flew up to the table.

—You don't want the thermos, do you?

Cujo looked at Danny and continued to eat.

—Argh... At the least Val yours is safe- he held out the clear box.

The girl wasn't as soft-hearted as the boy, and she put the dog onto her own thermos.

—You are very thin already. I don't want to you to starve.

—I am not starving. But thanks.

—So where are we should start the project?

—Hmmm... Well we have to stay in the middle ages. And we had got Japan for the project. I don't know. Maybe the Shintoism? I mean our books are highlighting the religions.

—I always loved the Samurais. They are very strong and brave warriors, who are commitment for a case and doesn't stop until they reached it.

—Just like you Red -Danny said moonily.

—It is weird to hear from your mouth. Phantom the only one who call me Red.

—It slipped out my mouth...- he scratched his head.

Valarie leant close to Danny's face.

—You are sus.

—Me why? I didn't do anything!

—And now you are panicking -she rolled her eyes.

—I am not!

Valarie give Danny a peck.

—What a nice couple- Vlad stepped inside the kitchen.

—Vlad what are you doing here?

—This day is the anniversary of the ghost hunting club, and Maddie invited me.

—I didn't know what is missing.

The girl grasped the boy's hand.

—Danny, can we continue this conversation upstairs?

—All right! Vlad I don't want to hear anything about you.

—You won't.

Valarie suddenly opened her thermos.

—Ups my hand is a bit slippy.

Cujo showed up.

—Please pay attention to Vlad- Danny asked from the dog.

—We are playing open cards, Daniel? You are not afraid that our little secret accidentally came into light?

—Vlad Masters. I know your secret. And I think the Fentons would listen to me if I reveal that their "friend" truly a ghost!

—Ghost?! Where?- Jack's voice came from the basement.

—As you have a chance against me, mademoiselle. I know where you live.

—She have my protection. As well Cujo's -Danny showed the scary eyes.—So behave, or leave.

—Hmmm... I see I am not welcomed here. Maybe next time- he disappeared in his pink fog.

—That wasn't a wise move.

—Then it is true - Valerie looked at Danny's eye.

—I didn't want to know this- he looked away. —Plasmius and I have an agreement. Because the knowledge about halfas put in a great risk. The government, the ghost zone. I have too many enemies.

—But you knew my secret all along. It isn't fair.

—My life never was. Sorry to rope into this mess.

—Yowl... Yowl...

—Cujo regrets too.

—Those puppy eyes. I can't believe he is able to do that. We are not friends yet.

—Yowl...

—Sign... So I guess the goth girl and the geek guy, know about this.

—Yes, they are. And my sister Jazz.

—You need to tell your parents too.

—I am not ready.

—Have you ever told somebody?

—No. Everybody figured out themselves.

—Then understandable. Maybe some clue would help and your mother will figure out.

—Nope. Their equipment targeting me since I became a ghost. And they couldn't put the pieces together.

—Before we start to studying let's to collate our timetable, which time is available for us patrolling the city.

—You are a genius!- Danny give a pick onto Val's cheek. —This way we both have enough time to sleep.

—That's the plan.

Jack came up.

—As if I heard Vlad in a moment ago.

—Actually he was here. Just got a call for an urgent conference.

—That is sad. We would have celebrating. Anyway, the ghost detector is finished.

—You are great Dad!

—I check on your mother how the ectomeasuring works.

—Okay.

—So the timetable...

—Oh yes... I almost forgot about it...

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