#your a big knucklehead but your our big knucklehead kinda way

[titanicfreija]

"Hey-hey, New Light!"

Freija dismissed the call, not recognizing the voice and not wanting to deal with anyone that could tell how young she was. It didn't help. The Hunter caught up to her and slapped her back with a clap of armor. "Hey, hey, hey, I saw the score, and I wanted you to know that I only did as good as I did because of you, okay?"

Freija blinked at the ground, eventually daring to lift her head when the Hunter didn't vanish.

"Are you new? Or returning after a long absence?" asked the Hunter, putting a hand on Freija's pauldron. "I'm Lin Po," he said then, and he took his helmet off to reveal a fair-skinned dark-haired human head. "Me and Delta over there are headed out for drinks, wanna come? We wanted to catch as many as we could on the way out, we've been in the same pool for a while now. Gives me a sense of camaraderie when we end up fighting with and against in the same runs, you know?"

Again, Freija blinked at him, not sure how to respond. Mostly she wanted to shower and ask Rise to remog all her armor so no one would recognize her on sight-- being reassured and invited out didn't feel real for some reason.

Lin Po saw someone behind Freija and she turned before he even moved. "Hey!"

"Oi," they replied, and Freija looked over to see a black-clad Hunter still in their Knucklehead. "Hey, it's you," they said to Freija, pointing. "How do you cap points like that? You came out on top every match, even when I was running with you."

"I died twice as often," Freija pointed out. "That's part of the trick," she sighed then and she buried her head under an arm. "I haven't recovered from the loss of an old piece of equipment. Shaxx said it was boring and unfair."

A sympathetic look crossed the bunch, and Freija felt much better about accepting the invitation.

"Hang on, I'll message the guys I was with," said the new Hunter.

~

The bar set a room aside for what they predicted would be a fairly big crowd, and the Guardians milled in to pay for a round each and hover around to discuss "business". Freija's misery led to an exchange of stories around rule changes, bans on devices and tools, and various other means by which Shaxx kept the Crucible from being unfair, and the fighters slowly learned names of their killers after recognizing the causes of death strapped to their back, and got to know them over discussions of the morning.

"You're the Warlock with that damn Igneous Hammer!"

"Getting shot really knocks your spatial awareness, I can't find the doors anymore."

"Wait, you're that Stasis Hunter with the void scout, aren't you? Green glowy Ghost?"

"Man, what happened? I felt kinda bad for shooting you that time."

"You! You're the one that ruined my twenty-streak!"

"Hell, I tried to tag along with you but you move like lightning! And I'm the Striker! You're... what, Void?"

"Yeah, you got me, but I got you back, tap for tap."

"Hey, you know you've got a gun, right? You kept trying to hit people instead of shooting them."

"Some dumbass kept storming the point by themselves, taking on like five of us at a time. Practically suicide. I wish Shaxx wouldn't do that to the Kinderguardians. Back in my day--"

"Back in our day, you spent a lot more time hungry and sober. Enjoy the luxury."

Freija enjoyed listening, even when someone was clearly talking shit about her or whining. Her comrades were pretty good about keeping talk about each other civil, and a few of them were stuck-up and proud of themselves (they were good but that didn't give them room to be assholes).

Except there'd been a Titan in blue circling the room, which was odd, until Freija spotted why he was circling-- Two other Titans following-- or chasing-- him.

Pretty obviously, he wanted to be here but couldn't find a way to escape the only reasons he apparently didn't want to be here. The other two Titans in matching steel armor followed and usually didn't directly interact, but he'd still get unsettled and move to the next group or next seat.

"Hey," she called to him as he passed. He let the helmet down out of manners, a purple Awoken with purple eyes and blue hair. She gestured at the seat next to her, so she'd be between him and his pursuers. "What's up?"

"Ah, nothin' much," he said airily, pretending nothing was wrong. If she hadn't just come from the crucible, she'd have missed his nervous glancing. "Had a big morning, this sounded like a nice, chill way to cool down. I don't recognize you, what's your guns?" He glanced at her hip at the Survivor's Epitaph. "Ah. I think I remember you."

She glanced over him and didn't recognize anything. "I'm running a hand cannon and grenade launcher right now, but I'm scooting kits. Name's Freija, I've been bottom of most of the scoreboards I'm on," she admitted.

The Titan flinched for her and laughed as he took the seat, turning it to face the room and keeping a nervous eye out. "I see. I spent a lot of time dead, pretty sure half the memories from this morning got blasted into Infinity's sands."

"That sounds a lot more poetic than it sounds," chuckled Freija. "We probably never ran together 'cos Shaxx was using us to weigh down our teams."

He reviewed a scoreboard projection on his datapad and frowned thoughtfully. "You're not bad-bad, though. You cap points. One time you got ten, that's nothing to slouch at." He smirked slightly and glanced up and relaxed. "Seemed directly inverse to your K/D, in fact," he added, scanning back through.

"I'll cap a point with my dying breath," Freija chuckled. "It's one of my favorite things to do, really, I'll sneak around back while everyone's fighting over B. Sometimes I just die, especially if they all die at once and come back around their point-- I'll get surrounded by five pissed off and freshly reloaded Guardians fast. But then that's leaving B and our point clear for those few seconds. And then if they don't, I have point C. Even if they claim it right back, they had to stop to do it." She grinned at the Titan and glanced around for the ones in gray, too, failing to find them. "You said you had a rough morning. How rough was it?"

The Titan slouched heavily and ran his hands through his hair to pretend he wasn't hiding his face. "I got a real zero."

Freija sucked air through her teeth and put a hand to her heart. "Ooof, ow. What'd happened that you got an ass-kicking like that?"

He didn't bother sitting up to gesture wildly with one arm. "It was just a bad game! First one of the morning, trying a new gun, called on the wrong grenade half the match 'cos I got into a habit in the field-- just a really bad match!"

"It happens," Freija laughed. She scraped at least three kills a match, today, but she would never forget her starting point.

"Ugh," he moaned in response, finally lifting his head. "I'm Tam. How long you been in the crucible?"

"A few years, off and on. Been on hiatus lately."

"That would be why you don't recognize this waste of Light," said a tenor behind Freija. She missed her helmet when she glanced at her "radar", and she turned to face the pair.

"What didn't he tell me?" she asked. They let their helmet down to reveal an Awoken with blue hair and green eyes that bore into Freija like bullets. He looked like he'd eaten something sour and was trying not to spit it out. The dark skinned blond human standing behind him seemed more easygoing but concerned nonetheless. Freija didn't pick up much hostility from the pair, not even from the grumpy one, but for some reason she still felt the urge to defend Tam. She wasn't sure she could, but she wanted to.

"He's been sabotaging matches for a week," the Awoken man stated, voice hard as steel.

"I'm changing my equipment," Tam objected under his breath.

"Yeah, actually," agreed the human casually. The Awoken shouldered between the human and the other Titans and he crossed his arms firmly, using his size to intimidate effectively.

"He's been sabotaging all week," he repeated, gaze on Freija.

Freija rose to her feet but it didn't help-- she might have stood as high as his chin. "Okay, so? If you know it's because he's trying something new, the fuck is your problem?" She set her feet and shoulders, but he had to be fifty pounds heavier-- it took effort to stand strong. No guns for sake of bystanders, plain old fist fighting was the rules, and Freija was embarrassingly bad at it.

"He sucks," the Titan declared.

Suddenly, Freija's capacity for fist fighting didn't matter-- Tam shot past her, fist raised and glowing with Arc Light sending sparks down his arm.

The other Titan caught his hand easily, twisted his arm until he bent off balance, then pulled and lifted so quickly that even Freija didn't see exactly how Tam hit the floor.

"So?" Freija asked, dismissing the mound of Titan writhing next to them.

"So he sucks," the Titan repeated. "I'm sick of it."

"Fuck you," griped Tam as he finally untangled himself from himself and got his feet under him.

Freija gave Tam a dry half-smile. "I won't say you deserved that. But you did ask for it."

Tam stopped brushing himself off and lunged at Freija, fist raised. "You shut up!"

Unlike the other guy, Freija wasn't good at this. Despite her lack of skill, Tam's armor was even clunkier than hers and while she couldn't block his punch, it didn't hurt much-- badly placed with poor form. Planting her heel and returning the blow to his chest sent him staggering into a table full of drinks.

"Hey!" shouted the tenders as the rest of the room turned to look.

"Fuck off, guy. We have to suck to get better," Freija told the new Titan. The human went to help clean up.

"I know." Tam got to his feet and tried to get away, but the big one grabbed the back of his armor to pick him an inch off the floor. "He's coming with me," the Titan rumbled. "Gonna get some practice. No more fucking up matches for himself and everyone else, he's gonna learn to shoot straight."

Tam, previously kicking and attempting to crush the forearm of his perceived attacker, stopped. "What...?"

The massive man lifted and twisted Tam in his grip to put them nose to nose "You. Me. Training grounds. Practice." He looked to Freija with the same hard scowl. "Coming? You need it, too."

"Go fuck yourself," Freija grumped, but she looked to the ceiling. "Sunny?"

@annieruok94

[sjjdkdkwo]

Based off this prompt (#735) from @ironstrangeprompts

——

“Slick his hair back!”

 “No! No! It looks better down!”

“Ugh! Absolutely not! And what’s with that tie!? I thought we agreed all black was the best choice!”

 “He’s going to an auction not a funeral, you fool!”

 “I say we forgo the suit all together and have him go casual!”

 In all his years practicing the mystic arts, Stephen never once thought his vocation in sorcery would one day lead to him standing half naked in a room surrounded by various old men giving him fashion advice.

 “All of you, quiet!” Wong called out amongst the commotion, silencing all the residents in the room at once. “Besides, what he wears is the least of our problems. What we need to worry about is his seduction skills, or should I say, lack thereof.”

 Wong eyed him disdainfully, crossing his arms and shaking his head at him. Stephen scoffed, spreading his arms out in indignation as the masters around him flittered about.

 “Well he’s going to have to learn soon, or we’ll never get the relic.” Master Dee said as he circled around Stephen, leering over him and reaching out squeeze one of Stephen’s biceps. To the other side of him Master Lhamo leaned in to squint at Stephen’s bottom from behind his glasses—and gave it a firm pinch.

 “Excuse you!” Stephen cried out, jumping away from them as he turned a bright shade of red. “That’s enough! I will not be subjected to manhandling for a relic that — in case you needed reminding—for all we know could have been rendered nugatory after years of obsolescence!”

 “Need we remind you, that regardless of whether or not the relic is still functioning—“ Master Zam growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. “—If whoever gets their hands on it finds a way to get it to work again, they could potentially wipe out all existing life as we know it!”

 Stephen sniffed, turning to look away. Logically he knew the masters were right, now that they’d been made aware of the relic and what it could do, it was of utmost importance that they retrieved it before landed in the wrong hands. The only problem was it’s current location and keeper—the Maria Stark foundation. Worse then, they’d come to find out that not only did the MSF hold proprietorship over the relic, they were looking to auction it off to any bidder with enough money to get it too.

 The even bigger problem with that was that the order was, for lack of a better word—well, broke. So painfully and terribly broke.

 Realizing this is what had brought forth their current plan into fruition—the seduction of Maria Stark’s only son in order to retrieve said relic; Anthony Edward Stark. Unfortunately for all of them however, their plan was proving harder to carry out than they’d at first perceived. First and foremost was the fact that the idea of trying to trick Tony into developing any sort of attraction toward him under false pretenses, didn’t sit well with Stephen. At all. Secondly, there was also Stephen’s shortage of dating from now to all the way back to the days of the accident. It wasn’t really that Stephen lacked the proper skills to charm the pants (literally) off Tony Stark, per say, rather that he lacked the ability to carry them out through his new withdrawn and modest disposition. Which is how he had ended up here, enduring dating tips from people older than the Hindenburg disaster.

 Stephen sighed and pinched the bride of his nose, nodding and plastering on a sardonic smile as he looked around the room. “Very well. Please. As Wong said, I need all the help I can get.”

 “Bah!” Master Tenzin cried out, smacking his hand across Stephen’s back with a bright laugh and causing him choke on his own spit. “Don’t you worry, Stephen, I’ll have you know I was quite the lady charmer before my days in the order. Why the women practically swarmed toward me like bees to honey!”

 “More like flies to dung.” Master Dee sniggered beside him, elbowing Stephen in the side as he laughed—it seemed neither of them new the meaning of personal space.

 Stephen could only offer him a wry smile in return as Master Tenzin waved the other man off, stepping in front of Stephen instead.

 “Hush, you. Now, pretend I’m Stark, young, handsome and ready for the taking.” He said, reaching up a hand to floof his imaginary hair while sticking his hips out seductively.

 “I think you mean ancient, ugly and ready for the grave!” Master Dee called out beside him, trying in no way to hide the obnoxious laughter that followed.

 “You shut your mouth! Stephen needs to focus if he wants to score tonight.” Master Tenzin rebuked, shaking his fist in resentment at his fellow master before looking back to wink playfully at Stephen. “Pay him no mind, Stephen. Just focus on me. Now—” Tenzin’s voice lowered down an octave before he spoke again. “What’s a big strong handsome man like you doing here, hmm?”

 Stephen shuddered in disgust and turned to glare at Wong who merely shrugged. Maybe the destruction of all life in the universe wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  —

 After three long tedious hours of role-playing with Master Tenzin, (along with rude commentary from Master Dee) Stephen was even less sure of himself than he had been before as he stood between the crowd of gala attendees. After almost bumping into the fifth person that night in trying to look for Stark, Stephen opted instead to make his way to the bar. Only to actually bump into someone just as he was about to reach the counter. spilling the person’s drink all over them in the processes. Fantastic.

 “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Stephen mumbled, clumsily trying to wipe down the other person’s shirt with shaky hands. He hoped the tremors weren’t too noticeable, but he also knew his sudden nervousness was only making them worse. “I didn’t mean to—let me—if there’s anything I can do?”

 Stephen winced at his lack of eloquence.

 “Maybe stop trying to do whatever this is? Pretty sure you’re making it worse.” The person chuckled, and Stephen finally decided to look up from his poor attempts at cleaning up his mess, only to find none other than Tony Stark himself. “Another drink wouldn’t hurt either.”

 Stephen could only stare dumbfounded as he tried to say something in response. Retracting his hands he finally settled on: “You don’t drink.”

 Tony raised a brow, pursing his lips and nodding. It wasn’t a secret these days that Tony Stark held an aversion towards alcohol after years of battling substance abuse. Still, Stephen didn’t think stating obvious facts about the man to his own face could be counted as flirting. It seemed Tony agreed, if the amused expression on his face was anything to go by. “Alcohol, yeah. But…I wouldn’t say no to some water?”

 “Right. That was um…” Stephen swallowed and tried to remember what the masters had told him prior to coming to the event. All at once their words swarmed his head in a bewildering mess and Stephen tried to pick out something suitable from the muddle of instructions. “Your eyes are as hard as your body.”

 Stephen wished each of the masters a terrible case of bowel obstruction that night.

 “Excuse me?” Tony asked, furrowing his brow as he tentatively stepped back an inch. “I think your the one who ought to worry about his own drinking habits, pal.”

 “No, please—“ Stephen’s hand lifted slightly before he thought better of it and kept it firmly in its place at his side. “Sorry its just, been a while since I’ve been to one of these things. I guess you could say I’m nervous?”

 Tony’s face softened a bit before he placed a gentle hand on one Stephen’s shoulders and guided him to the far off left side of the bar counter, and away from everyone else. “Well, lucky for you I spend nearly half my time at these things. Allow me to help you settle back in.”

 “Thanks.” Stephen mumbled, turning to call over the bartender only for Tony to brush him off and order for them himself.

 “Water and…?”

 “Water.”

 Tony squinted dubiously at Stephen, repeating his words to the bartender before looking back at him. A moment of silence passed before Tony started to drum his fingers against the counter. Stephen strategically kept his own hands tucked between his thighs.

 “So, not much of a drinker yourself, then?” Tony asked, flashing Stephen a blithe smile.

 Not if I want to be in control of my magic, no. Stephen thought.

 “Not for a while, no.” He said aloud instead. “Sorry, how rude of me, I just realized I haven’t even told you my name.”

 He didn’t reach out a hand for Tony to shake; he didn’t need yet another person’s pity after seeing the state of his damaged hands. “I’m Doctor Stephen Strange.”

 “Tony Stark.” The other man responded easily.

 “I know that.” Stephen smiled.

 “Maybe, but I’m trying not to assume things like that these days.” Tony said, muttering thanks when the bartender came over with their drinks. “Correct me if I’m wrong however, but last I heard Doctor Stephen Strange disappeared off the map completely after a rather nasty car accident. Or am I thinking of another Doctor Stephen Strange?”

 To the onlooker Tony appeared to be nothing but carefree and relaxed in his current company. But Stephen could see the way his body tensed just so, and the suspicious gleam in his eye as he smiled tersely at him. Ever the futurist indeed, Stephen wondered if he’d bumped into him on purpose to better survey him. Stephen couldn’t blame him though; he could only assume what kind of paranoia’s followed a man who’d been kidnapped, betrayed and attacked all in half a lifetime. Even so, Stephen found himself unwilling to reply, his own insecurities and fears teetering around the edges of his mind, besides; perhaps it was best to let Tony take the lead in things. Maybe the spurious sense of control would be enough to aid him in accomplishing his task of retrieving the relic from the other man.

 “So tell me, what are you doing here, Doctor Strange.” Tony continued after a beat of Stephen’s silence. Reaching over he picked up his glass to take a sip, eyes never leaving Stephen as he did.

 “I’m here for the auction like everyone else.” Stephen answered mindfully.

 “Really now…” Tony dragged out the words as a heedful smirk made its way over his features before his gaze roamed over Stephen’s face, looking for any signs of ambiguity. “I can’t help but wonder how you’re even going to partake in tonight’s main event, given that you’re broke now and all.”

 Stephen sucked in a harsh breath and tried not to let the flippant words get to him. He still had a job to do regardless, and if that meant putting up with Tony’s glib attitude then he had no choice but to accept every word thrown at him. He closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten before opening them again to look at Tony with his best enticing smile. Leaning forward he settled his mouth against Tony’s ear, just scarcely brushing his lips over his lobule.

 “If you take me somewhere more private, I could show you.” He whispered provocatively, enjoying the sound of Tony’s breathe hitching as he made out the sight of the man’s body shivering from the corner of his eye. “What do you say, Mr. Stark?”

—

 Stephen cried out as Tony all but flung him onto the bed, and leaned over him to press desperate kisses against his neck. Stephen moaned softly, trying to press back against Tony when he felt the other man grind down against him until a sudden feeling of revulsion and erring washed over him.

 “Stop.” He cried out weakly, shaky hands pressing up against Tony’s chest. “Stop...”

 “What?” Tony murmured against the side of his face.

 “I said stop. Please.” Stephen said, louder this time.

 In an instant Tony was crawling off of him, moving to his side and giving him ample room away from him on the bed. His face was scrunched up in overt worry but Stephen found he couldn’t look at him in that moment, instead turning to look at the ceiling and reaching up to cover his face in his hands.

 “Hey, you ok?” He heard Tony ask quietly from the other side of the bed. Stephen also heard him slide off it after a long pause of silence. “Right, ok. I’m sorry, really, I just want to know if you’re ok. Or…do you want me to leave? Cause I can leave if you need that, just say the word and—“

 Stephen let out a pitiful laugh from behind his hands before whining in self-pity. “No, it’s not you. I just—I’m sorry but I can’t do this to you.”

 “Um, I’m pretty sure I wanted this.” Tony chuckled nervously. “Like, really wanted this.”

 “That’s exactly the problem.” Stephen mumbled.

 “How is that a problem?”

 “Because I’m using you.” Stephen said, pulling his hands away and pushing himself onto his elbows to look at Tony dejectedly. Tony made a non committal hum, cradling his chin with his fingers as though to appear deep in thought.

 “Maybe, but you know, I’m pretty fine with being used by you.” Tony grinned, still flushed from his earlier tumble with Stephen.

 “You don’t understand.” Stephen shook his head. “I’m supposed to be getting your mothers vase.”

 Tony blinked stupidly at him before slumping back against the wall with a bemused expression.

 “Huh, that’s a first.” He muttered under his breath. He nodding like he knew exactly what Stephen was talking about. “So what, you figured the best way to do that would be to sleep with me?”

 Stephen could see the mental hurtles he was going through in that moment and decided to take pity on him.

 “Not me, it was actually my colleague’s idea.” Stephen said as he got off the bed and bumped his hands twice together before twin mandala’s sparked to life in front of him and submerged the room in a soft yellow glow. Before he knew it, the blue flare of one of Tony’s repulsors’ was merging with the phosphorescence of his magic to illuminate the space around them as well. 

 “You have about ten seconds to explain before I turn you into dust particles.” Tony bit out harshly, any traces of nonchalance and playfulness long gone as he aimed the repulsor straight at Stephen’s face.

 “I’m not here to cause trouble.” Stephen said, his own features taking on a more serious note.

 “One.” Tony countered.

 “But you have to listen to me, the fate of the universe depends on it.”

 “Two.” Tony continued. “Three.”

 “Please! The vase you’re auctioning off tonight, it’s not just any antique decoration!” Stephen tried to cut to the chase, but there was so only so much he could explain under Tony’s impossible time limit. “It’s an ancient artifact that could destroy all life as we know it!

 “Four, five, Six…”

 “Stop that!”

 “Seveneightnineten.” Tony finished pointedly before his frown deepened. “Time’s up. Sorry, but that’s a bullshit excuse if I ever heard one. And I’ve heard a lot.”

 “Please! Just give me a chance to prove it to you! That’s all I ask!” Stephen pleaded; firm and steady even with Tony threatening his life.

 Something in his expression must have exuded some semblance of sincerity—or perhaps it was more like desperation— as Tony lowered his arm some, analyzing Stephen through his suspicion like before.

 “Let’s say I do believe you—“

 “I should hope so.” Stephen murmured. Tony lifted his hand back again, flashing the light of the repulsor directly into Stephen’s eyes once more. “Right, not the best time to joke around.”

 Tony let out a sarcastic chuckle, smiling at him snidely.

 “Great observation, Merlin.” He taunted. “Anyway, even if I do decide to go along with this, how the hell are you going to prove to me that, that vase is some sort of evil portal or whatever?”

 Stephen fought back the urge to correct Tony’s statement and forced himself to swallow his pride. He offered him a jaded smile in return and lowered his hands in hope of manifesting the appearance of solidarity between them.

 “If you take me somewhere more private, I could show you.” He repeated his words from earlier, softer and lighter this time around.

 Tony lowered his arm, brown eyes easing with back somewhat into their familiar teasing vigilance. He smirked apprehensively at Stephen, letting his gaze rake over him in intrigue. Almost as though he was being presented with a new and exciting and project. Stephen supposed he was. He didn’t move as Tony walked over and leaned in close to his ear like he had done to him before.

 “Do me wrong, and you won’t live to regret it.” He warned harshly before his tone took on a huskier tone. “Do my right, and maybe I’ll let you do me in other ways afterwards.”

 Stephen let out a shaky breath. He was definitely going to rub this in the masters, and Wong’s faces once this was all said and done. For now, he’d gladly work with Tony to retrieve the dangerous artifact and move on to more pressing, or rather, pleasing matters.

[bellamer]

Princess Style (Poly!The Lost Boys x OC)

(David ran over Lenora's foot and the rest of the boys laughed. They all face the consequences.)

-

"Alright, Marko, you can have a break, hand me to David."

"I just had a turn !"

"You said you'd make it up to me for running over my foot with your bike, now less talkie and more carrying."

David sighed in annoyance as Marko plopped Lenora in his arms.

"Then why are we included in the punishment ?" Paul whined.

"Because you all laughed when he ran over my foot !" Lenora said with a glare. "So now you all will carry me around this boardwalk."

Dwayne rose his hand in objection.

"You might not have laughed, but I saw that smirk, Dwayne ! You're not getting out of this."

Dwayne lowered his hand with a grumble.

"I don't see what the big deal is, you're a witch, can't you just heal your foot with magic ?" Marko asked, rolling his eyes.

"I could, but I prefer you all face the consequences of your actions." Lenora said with a hum. "And besides, you're all vampires, you all have super strength, I probably only weigh a bunch of grapes to you guys." She said, throwing Marko's logic back in his face. "And don't pretend you all don't love holding me like a princess."

"It'd be much more convenient for us to just piggyback you instead of carrying you princess style." David complained.

"You said you'd treat me like a princess to make it up to me, so I want the full princess package." Lenora said, rubbing her hand against David's cheek. "Besides, Davey, don't you like being my prince charming ?" She asked, innocently batting her eyelashes.

"I'd much prefer to be your king." David husked, leaning in close to Lenora. "That way, you can be my queen."

"Hey, if David's the King, then what are we ?" Paul asked, quirking his eyebrow.

"Our pretty little harem boys." David answered matter of factly. "Ain't that right, Len ?" He asked, turning to look at Lenora.

"Yeah, they'd all be cute harem boys." Lenora said, fondly. "They'd worship us and we'd spoil them."

"Damn, we can't even be princes ? We got demoted to harem boys ?" Marko asked in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest. "I see how it is."

"I mean, I think I'd make a great harem boy." Paul shrugged. "I'm all up for the spoiling part of it anyways, wouldn't it be nice to be laid down, being ravished by the king and queen and getting gifted diamonds and gold and shit ?"

"That does sound nice." Dwayne piped up, unexpectedly, making everyone look at him, Paul chuckling while Marko looked at him with a smirk.

"Is there something you wanna tell us, Waynie ?" Marko asked, failing to stifle his laughter.

Dwayne then shook his head and shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I like what I like, don't shame me."

"Alright, pass me to Dwayne." Lenora said to David, making grabby hands towards Dwayne.

David passed Lenora to Dwayne, acting like it was such a relief, even though he didn't actually want to pass her to someone else.

Lenora pressed a kiss on Dwayne's cheek and buried her face in his neck, making Dwayne grip her tighter.

"Just because the two knuckleheads laughed at you, after you pass me off, you're exempt from the punishment." Lenora pressed a kiss on his neck. "You're forgiven, 'wayne."

"Aww, what ?!?" Marko exclaimed. "So he gets forgiven just like that and he gets all kissed up ?!?"

"What kinda bullshit is that ?" Paul asked, throwing his arms up.

"Careful, Len, we're starting to suspect that you're playing favorites." David warned.

"Favorites schmavorites, Dwayne is just the least aggravating out of all of you." Lenora said, rolling her eyes. Even though him being the least aggravating was why he was her "secret favorite".

But she wouldn't let the boys know that. She didn't want to start a fight.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.6

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.5 - ch.7 (finale)

~~~~~~~~~~

The air was still quite nippy and crisp, but the afternoon sun sparkled on the white snow and made the atmosphere pleasant to stand in if the Main Sequence Star was shining directly on a living organism, like it was on Stan from where he stood on the porch. He sighed tiredly as he dug into his hoodie’s pocket for a fresh cigar and lit it with his Zippo-style lighter. He knew he probably shouldn’t smoke with a kid in the house, but after the few days he’s had, he needed and had well earned a smoke-break.

The door opened and Stan hid his cigar by his side, his right arm glued to his hip to hide the newcomer on his left, but when he saw it was an adult, he relaxed and took another puff. “M’trying to quit.” He mumbled.

Ford snickered. “Yeah, it looks like you’re trying really hard.”

“Don’t be shitty.” Stan said casually.

“Mind if I lend one? I can replenish you in a few minutes.”

Stan stared at his goody two-shoes of a twin and handed him a cigar and the lighter. “You smoke?”

“Not often. For a celebration or after a long day.” Ford answered as he lit his borrowed cigar. “Maybe twice a month. Thrice?”

“Huh.”

Ford looked down at the lighter in his hand, and he was surprised when he recognized it. He can clearly remember seeing the tiny silver box in a store and thinking Stanley would like it as a Only One More Year of High-School present. “I gave this to you.”

Stan smiled as he took it back and pocketed it. “Yeah, it’s a good lighter. Only needed to change the flint a few times.”

“Hey guys!” A small voice called from inside the house. “Do you like vanilla or chocolate?”

The twins looked at each other, smiled, and called back. “Both. Both is good!”

“Both it is!”

Stan chuckled and shook his head. “Knucklehead… I knew she had to be family just by looking at her!” He bragged proudly.

“I suppose I was too distracted by the fact that a cold girl was at my doorstep to recognize the family resemblance.” Ford reasoned, shrugging. “I wanted to make sure I did the right thing. I didn’t exactly feel like getting arrested for kidnapping.”

Stan barked a laugh. “Yeah, you got a good point.” The conman yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Guess I’ll head out tomorrow.” He mentioned offhandedly.

Ford stared at him, a little saddened and disheartened by this fact that was news to him. “You’re leaving?”

“I mean, yeah?” Stan equally stared at his brother, confused and not daring to be hopeful, but still. “What?”

“I just…” Ford hesitated and busied his mouth by taking a hit of his cigar. With everything that has been said and how well he and Stan have been communicating, he really didn’t feel like ruining it now. He relaxed his shoulders and said with his eyes on the snowy woods. “I was really hoping you would stay.”

Stan looked dumbfounded, like a child discovering candy for the first time, but he looked away and down at the porch floor. “Oh.”

“I’ll of course be taking care of Mabel until Dipper comes back in time for her…”

“He might not.”

“We got over our grudges. They can do the same.” Ford said firmly. “Still, you have a point. Dipper might not be able to come back. Regardless, whether it’s for a short time, a long time, or for the rest of my life, I will take care of her. I might not be the best for her, I can acknowledge that…”

“C’mon, Sixer, don’t be like that.” Stan scolded lightly, giving a sympathetic look to the nerd. “What else can you do, y’know? There’s no way in hell you’re gonna give her up, I’ll kidnap her and run away to Canada before I let you…”

Ford laughed and waved a hand as he smiled. “No no, I promise I won’t.”

“Good.”

“The point is, she loves you. Clearly. And it takes two, and I’ll be busy with my research, especially once the snow melts and the anomalies become more active in the spring and summer, but…” Ford bit his lip. This was a bad idea. If he makes it seem that the only reason why Stan needs to be here is because of Mabel, if or when she’s gone, then Stan will have no reason to stay. And there were many reasons why Ford wanted Stan to stay.

Despite how much of a social-cripple Ford was, he knew that Stan was homeless. His frequent traveling and how full his car was right now was enough proof of that. And Ford hated that for his brother.

But there was another, bigger reason why Ford wanted Stan to stay. So he better just say it.

“Do you know why I went to Backupsmore?” Ford asked.

Stan’s facial expression darkened as he looked away and he shrugged. “Cuz I fucked up your project?”

“No,” Ford answered plainly. “I may not have been accepted into West Coast Tech, but there were so many other colleges that wanted me. I could apply to Yale or Harvard or any college from New York to California and instantly be accepted.

“But I didn’t.” The author added grimly. “Stanley, when you left… When you were gone, I was a mess. So many days I just lied in bed without meals or sleep. Ma was hysterical. I failed most of my exams and only barely scraped a C in the ones I didn’t fail. My GPA dropped significantly and I even lost my Honor Roll. Thankfully my past grades were enough to let me graduate with a 3.2, but my clean record was stained and a lot of prestigious colleges didn’t want me.

“All I wanted at that point was to get as far away from Glass Shard as possible. Luckily there was a small college outside of San Francisco that practically accepted everyone and had a wide range of studies to offer, so I applied and was accepted by graduation day.”

“Good for you.” Stan grunted.

“No! The point is, I…” Ford groaned, feeling like he was failing, but he had to try. “I understand if you don’t want to stay. I understand you have your own life and things you want to do, and I can live without you again if I have to, but… I really, really don’t want to. Yes, I know that part of growing up is going in different directions and being independent and all the other bells and whistles, but it doesn’t have to be. So, if you can tolerate living under the same roof as me again, and if you’re okay with it, I want to offer you a job.”

Stan raised an eyebrow at the six-fingered man. “What kinda job?”

“The committee gives me monthly boosts so I can continue my research. As long as I prove to them once a year that progress is being made, I have a good income coming in. It is a big job, exploring the large woods, climbing mountains and waterfalls, combing the lake, mapping the Enchanted Forest, and hunting down monsters and anomalies to learn more about them. I’ve always managed to make it out of trouble alright, but… I need a partner, and I want to keep it in the family.” Ford smiled at the last sentence.

“What are you saying?” Stan sneered, not daring to believe, not daring to hope, but that stupid smile Ford had…

“I’m saying I want you to do this with me, Stanley.” Ford said matter-of-factly. “I can share the grant with you after bills are paid and groceries are purchased. We can renovate the small room on the ground floor to be Mabel’s bedroom and you can have the entire attic as your own space.

“I know it’s not sailing around the world, but… Please. Will you give me another chance?” Ford pleaded with a soft smile.

Stan grinned and shook his head. “Shit, Sixer, you’re a better salesman than me.” He looked him in the eyes. “Okay. Yes. I’ll stay.”

Ford’s cheeks puffed with happiness as he smiled, his lips pressed together, and he looked ahead, happily daydreaming his future. Being surrounded by weirdness for a living was amazing by itself; doing it with his twin and raising their niece together on top of it was better than anything he could have imagined.

Stan was watching him and laughed good-naturedly, then held out a hand to him. Ford blinked at it like a startled owl, but then returned the smile and sealed the deal with a high-six.

Both brothers stood contently outside with their cigars for a minute, but then heard a bowl clatter on the floor. Mabel must be making a mess in the kitchen, which was fine.

What wasn’t fine was the sound that followed of a body falling on the floor.

Ford raised an eyebrow and called calmly, “Mabel, are you alright?”

They both expected a quick “yeah, sorry, I’m okay,” and maybe an explanation to follow, like she tripped getting down from a chair or something. But there was no reply.

“Mabel, sweetie?” Stan hollered, trying not to sound mad or scared or anything but cool-under-pressure, but this voice trembled with fear.

Still no answer.

Ford and Stan quickly discarded their cigars and bolted inside. Racing like children for cookies, they soon stood at the doorway of the kitchen and were horrified to find Mabel sprawled on the floor on her front, her hair scattered over her face to hide her expression, and her legs and bottom-half of her body slowly fading.

Literally. Fading. Mabel was fading away. She was disappearing like a stain on cloth.

“MABEL!” The men screamed and were immediately on their knees beside her. Ford scooped her up into his arms and felt her pulse and looked over her.

“What happened to her?!” Stan cried out. “Pumpkin, what’s wrong?!”

Ford’s eyes widened in panic as a horrifying realization slapped him in the face. “Mabel… You changed history.”

The tired girl nodded with her eyes closed. “If… If you guys had a fight… and never made up… in my timeline, then I guess…” Mabel paused to yawn tiredly. It didn’t hurt, but she was really sleepy now.“I guess that timeline doesn’t exist anymore, huh? I guess I don’t exist anymore.”

“WHAT?!” Stan yelled and took Mabel’s hand and squeezed it. “We have to do something! You’re family! You’re… We can’t just let you d- not exist!”

Ford held Mabel tighter and closer to his warm chest, making her smile. She swore she could hear his heartbeat. It was too fast. She would have to fix that. Poor Ford was also shaking like a leaf. Mabel could fix that, too.

“I’ll exist.” She smiled up at her uncles. “In a few years.”

Ford bit his lip. He shouldn’t ask this, it was probably dangerous to learn about the future, but the worst was already happening. What else could possibly happen that was worse than losing his girl? Ford couldn’t help but ask, “When?”

“August 31st, 1999.” Mabel’s eyes dazzled. “You’ll meet Dipper, too.” She shifted her eyes to only Stan and whispered, “Did you know you were there? You came to see us when we were born?”

Stan’s eyes watered as he smiled at the new piece of information. “I did?”

“You did. I came out first. You were so proud when I kicked the doctor in the jaw.”

Stan made a watery chuckle and wiped at his eye. “That’s my girl.”

“Dipper came next. He was blue. Umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.”

“Was he okay?” Stan asked.

“He was fine. You knew he would be. You never doubted.”

“I never will, pumpkin. I swear.”

The fading is now much worse. It was spreading over Mabel like a virus. Her legs were hardly visible to the naked eye, and even her shoulders were losing color. This Mabel is almost completely gone. 

Ford, pressed for time, bit his lip as tears flooded his eyes and he cupped Mabel’s cheek and cradled her. “I… I can’t let you go! We just started to become a real family! Wh-What am I going to do without you?!”

Mabel smiled and used the free hand not holding Stan’s trembling hand to caress Ford’s jaw and lower cheek, then cupping his face so her fingertips grazed his sideburn. “It’s okay, really. I’ll see you again, and next time it’ll be when both of you come to see us. Totally worth it.” 

Ford held his breath, and shut his eyes, a tear escaping from each eye and sitting comfortably in the corners of his windows to his soul. Stan hiccuped a laugh and rubbed her hand between both of his. Both of them were doing everything in their power not to cry. 

To that, Mabel laughed and said, “Boys are stupid. It’s okay to cry.”

The cursed power of Mabel. Making people be honest and breaking dams.

Ford curled into his niece, his face sloe to her heart, and cried gently. He wasn’t ready, but he didn’t think he could ever be ready for this.

Stan laughed with tears streaming down his face and he kissed Mabel’s tiny fingers trapped in his hold, then held their hands close to his bowed forehead and just focused on feeling her pulse between his palms.

It only lasted another minute.

Ford was mortified when his chest sank and his arms were empty. He threw himself back and stared at his lap and felt sick to his stomach to find his little girl missing.

Stan’s hands also clasped together and he squeezed tightly, his fists against his trembling lips as he cried.

The genius who always seemed to know what to do didn’t have a damn clue what to do with himself. He growled in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, then let out a painful howl and moan that most definitely disturbed birds and made a deer or two gallop farther away.

Ford removed his glasses and held his knees, sobbing his heart out. Stan blinked his tears off his eyes, resulting in them rolling down his face, as he watched his brother completely shatter to pieces. He had seen him upset before, sure; all those years of bullying, of Pa’s outbursts and sometimes physical punishments, hopelessness that he was actually worth something. You don’t spend seventeen years with a person and not see them break every so often, granted the blessing to help them put themselves back together again.

But Ford didn’t need Stan to swoop in and fix it. There were no bullies to punch or parents to stand against or jokes to crack that would make this okay. All Stan could do was throw his arms around him and bury his face into Ford’s shoulder and cry, too. 

So that’s what they did on the kitchen floor for over an hour.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dipper blinked to try to see, but all he saw around him was inky blackness for miles. His heart raced as he looked around for his sister. “Mabel? Mabel! Mabel, answer me!”

The boy scrambled and collapsed out of a portable potty at the fair. He blinked his eyes rapidly to adjust to the sunlight, scurrying off his hands and knees, clutching the warm time-machine in his hands. Wendy was still admiring her price and Robbie was still sulking, and Waddles was still trying to get away from Pacifica.

That didn’t matter! Mabel was stranded back in time! But how far back?! When was Mabel?! Dipper started jamming the button, but the machine wasn’t working, and it was soon swiped from him by a black-gloved hand.

“Mason Pines,” A gruff voice commanded above him and Dipper looked up to find two new guys with that Blendin guy. The two other guys were muscular and guarded with high-tech armor. 

“You are under arrest for violating the Time-Traveler's Code of Conduct and for jeopardizing the timestream.” The man labeled as Dundgren stated as serious as death.

“Do you have any idea how many rules you just broke?!” Blendin squawked. “I’m asking. I wasn’t there with you. It was probably a lot, right?”

“Wait, wait please!” Dipper begged as the two members of the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadrent each grabbed the boy by an arm. “My sister! She’s still back there! We have to get her!”

“You have the right to remain silent.” The man labeled as Lolph informed robotically. “Anything you say can and already has been used in the Court of Time-Law.”

“Let me go, Mabel needs-...” And Dipper and the three time-travelers were blasted forward in time.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the endless space of time, Dipper was levitated off the ground by a giant baby using the power of his forehead-hourglass to trap him in a baby-blue field. Members of the the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadrent circled the two, and Blendin stood with his arms crossed over his chest and smiling smugly as the kid who caused so much trouble was getting what he deserved.

“You and your sister have broken the eternal laws of space-time.”

“I’m sorry!” Dipper cried out, trying to fight the energy circling him, but it was futile. “I’m sorry! Do what you want to me, just help my sister!”

“Your sister does not require help, nor do you require punishment.” Time Baby informed as he held his feet. “You are lucky the events that occurred do not change anything drastically. However, your timeline has shifted and therefore this reality’s version of you and your sister are no longer viable and will cease to exist.”

“What?!” Dipper squeaked and looked down at his body to find his legs disappearing. “No no NO! What’s happening to me?!”

“You and your twin sister will be born again on August 31st, 1999, but too many things are different in your timeline for this version of you to continue to exist.”

“W-W-What did I do wrong?! What did I change?!” Dipper cried out as his whole body was drained of color. “What changed in our timeline?!”

“Your uncles have amended their bond thirty-four years ahead of schedule. As unfortunate as this is, your sister miraculously delayed the plans of Bill Cipher by an entire millennia.”

“What uncles?!” Dipper asked, panicked as the fading reached his neck. “Who’s Bill Cipher?!”

“If you wanted the answers you sought out, you should have been patient.” Time Baby scolded. “We all get the answers we seek… in time.”

“P-P-Please!” Dipper begged as he appeared as a ghost. “Please! What did Mabel do?!”

Time Baby cruelly stayed silent, testing Dipper’s strengths, but he was dying, anyways. Might as well.

“She met the Author of the Journals. Your missing uncle.”

Dipper’s eyes widened. “Mabel…” He rasped, and then he ceased to exist.

[satanwithboobs]

hey hey hey, can you please do headcanons for atsumu and sakusa (and bokuto too maybe) with a short s/o (like 5’1) <33

» pairing: atsumu x reader, sakusa x reader, bokuto x reader » warnings: none » a/n: I’m 5′5, but my sister is 5′1 so some of this is based on watching her relationships. also, hopefully this works! I’m not entirely confident with sakusa, so I’m hoping he’s not OOC (or if he is, he isn’t too OOC)

atsumu

• he calls you “fun size,” specifically to bother you. • if that doesn’t bother you? he’s going to try every short nickname in the book until he finds one that bothers you the most. • will rest his elbow on your head when you’re standing next to each other, again — exclusively to annoy you • this is very different from when he comes up behind you and rests his chin on top of your head. he has to bend down a bit to do it, but he loves to wrap his arms around you and do that. 10/10 cutest thing ever. • he’s going to play the “keep out of reach” game with you. (whatever it’s called, idek) • snatch up your phone when you’re not paying attention to him enough and hold it just out of your reach until you literally apologize for ignoring him. what a jerk. • overall he’s a jerk to you sometimes about your height (and like everything else? he’s cute but I’d def want to punch him in the face sometimes) but if you catch him in the right mood he’s the cutest thing ever. • make him feel like a big strong man and he’s putty in your hands. he’ll think he’s in charge, but nah.

sakusa

• okay our boy omi is.. let’s just say.. slightly meaner about his height comments. • like he won’t say anything to tease you, which kind of makes what he says way worse. • he’ll just outright say you’re useless because you had to ask him to grab the milk on the top shelf at the store. like, bby read the room please? people don’t like to be called useless by their boyfriend • so that’s kinda lame, BUT what what he lacks in the talky bits, he kinda makes up for when you’re alone at home. • he’s not the softest and he’s not the biggest on hugs or cuddles, but he has his moments. • he’s still a jerk sometimes (I’d say he doesn’t mean it but he 100% does mean it, sorry), but he genuinely loves how.. strong you make him feel? • it isn’t as obvious as it is with the others, but he still likes that feeling sometimes • basically he can be a softie with a short s/o, but he makes them work for it.

bokuto

• okay this cutie pie will lift you up anytime he can. • sometimes he’ll ambush you and pick you up and spin you around like you’re in some cheesy romantic movie, it’s adorable. bonus points - you don’t have to worry about being dropped because of how strong he is • super helpful about getting things that are up too high for your reach. like 0 teasing 0 mean comments about it. it’s great. • he actually loves to do that for you. he doesn’t hide the fact that he loves to feel big and strong like some knuckleheads, he wears it on his sleeve. • and as much as he loves lifting you up, he might even love cuddling with you even more. he loves how small you are next to him! • if he’s on the couch and you’re walking past him, he might pull you in for an impromptu cuddle session. at that point you kinda just have to roll with it (not that I’d mind). like that has nothing to do with height, he’s just a hyperactive teddy bear and I love it. • if he does come up with a nickname, it’ll be something sweet and endearing.

[suchalonelysunflower]

“One of the Boys” (M.C)

Pairings: Michael Clifford X Reader

Summary: College!AU ~ Friends to Lovers. You and Michael are best friends since forever, that’s why you feel the need to hide your crush on him. But when he makes a hurtful comment, you are determined to prove him wrong. Could that be enough to make him love you?

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns, I’m sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable with that, it was not my intention. Angst with fluffy parts. Language, low self esteem issues, cheating (a little bit, it depends on how you view it) one sexual reference and some grammar and syntax errors (English it’s not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.5K

Author’s Note: My first Michael Fic! I waited so long and it’s finally here ✨ This is slyghtly based on a personal experience (mine didn’t have this ending) I hope you like it! Feedback, reblogs and comments are always welcomed, I love to hear from you guys 💕 You can read my other works HERE 🦋

You had to admit it, you weren’t exactly a very ‘feminine’ girl. But that the hell was wrong with that? Yes, you preferred leggings and big hoodies over skirts and tight dresses. Yes, you skateboarded everyday to school and hanged out with boys all the time, drinking beers instead of fancy little cocktails. Yes, you never really cared about boy bands or artists like Justin Bieber or Drake. And yes, you would rather die than have high heels on for more than 2 hours straight. But that’s just who you are, how you’ve always been. His comment shouldn’t have hurt that much, but why are you crying about it?

You have been roomates with Michael since you two started college. You always joked about how you were going to live together someday and have a fridge full of junk food and soda. Well, now you do (except from the junk food part, that proved to be an awful experience)

To be honest, you didn’t have that many friends besides him and your other four knuckleheads you know and love from your early school days. Luke was the youngest of all of you, and maybe that’s why everybody thought he was the innocent one (even though he was the mastermind of almost every prank you ever pulled) Calum was the shy one, as people would put it, but just get to know him a little bit and you wouldn’t be able to shut him up. Ashton is supposedly the mature one, but his quick-witted mind and his inability of staying put in a place gives him the same amount of energy as a five year old. And then there was Michael, your best friend, there isn’t a time in your life where Michael wasn’t by your side, weather it was for pulling a prank on someone, skipping school or just playing video games in his basement, he was always there. So moving in together was a no brainer.

The friendship consisted on having the same level of confidence as an old married couple, trusting each other with everything, nothing being off limits, well, except for one thing…

You and Michael were friends and nothing more. That was clear for both of you. For years you both ignored the teasing and assumptions of you guys being a couple. Just the idea of it seeming so absurd to even imagine. But there’s a fine line between love and friendship.

Over the last few years, you began to think that the idea of being Michael’s girlfriend didn’t sound so bad after all. It was impossible to pin the pivotal point of that thought, but somehow somewhere along the road, you started to feel more flustered every time he leaned into a hug, felt butterflies in your stomach with each look he speared your way or how he said your name with such a caring tone. You found yourself thinking of him more often than not, especially on how his arms would look around you waist, how it will feel to be loved by him, to kiss him…

But you couldn’t think like that, not about your best friend. So it’s better to keep it hidden in the deepest part of your soul, praying to whoever’s above that it will go away soon, but when does that ever work?

Maybe that’s why his comment hurt so bad.

It was a lazy Monday, you didn’t have to work today and that meant you could spend your afternoon beating Michael’s ass in video games. But you couldn’t concentrate with your thoughts wandering over the man who owns your heart. It was the third time you let him win in Mario Kart when he caught on your mood.

“You really suck today, huh?” Michael asked as he watches Mario celebrate yet another victory.

“Or maybe you’re finally getting good” You replied, resting your head lazily in one hand, not taking your eyes from the screen.

Michael furrowed his brows, worrying as he heard a light sigh come out of your lips “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, but you don’t seem to hear him, so he accommodates himself on the couch in order to look at you properly and puts a hand on your leg, just right above the knee “Y/N?”

“Huh?” You say, finally lifting your gaze in order to meet his and oh, how you wish you didn’t. Lost in the sea of those green eyes that consumed every thought of your mind, you felt yourself blushing under him and trying very hard not to think on his hand touching your thigh “What? No, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Liar. You let me win, that never happens. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong”

“Y/N,”

“Nothing’s wrong, Michael. I swear”

His eyes scanned you, knowing damn well something was up.

“Well,” He said, patting your leg, softly “If you’re not gonna tell me… Then I will make you”

Before you could even comprehend what he meant by that, he was already leaning over your figure with a devilish grin as his hands traveled to your sides and started tickling you mercilessly.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you couldn’t contain the laughter that came over you. Begging him to stop, you tried to escape his grip, but it wasn’t the first time this had happened and you know this is a fight you can’t. Michael joined in laughter as he came closer to you, pinning you under him on the sofa.

But suddenly, his movements stop as he becomes very aware of the position you’re in. You give one last laugh before turning to face him, only to find him already staring at you. You shudder under his gaze as you realize the way his legs are intertwined with yours, wondering if it’s his cellphone on the pocket of his shorts or something else is brushing up against your lower body.

Michael’s eyes never leave yours as your breath becomes even. And he couldn’t help but notice the way that your lips parted slightly, almost inviting him for a taste.

“Hey, dude, sorry to bother you but.. Oh shit, you’re fucking on the couch?” A voice came through the door, making you push Michael onto the floor before getting caught in that position. Raising your head over the sofa, you were met by Ashton and Luke’s grin disappearing from their faces as your face came to view “Oh, it’s just Y/N. WAIT, Were you fucking Y/N?!”

Rolling your eyes and giving them the middle finger, you stand up from the couch, regretting ever giving them a key in the first place, and went straight to the bathroom, trying to hide the red of your cheeks.

But just before you could close the door, you heard Michael say “What are you talking about? It Y/N! She’s practically one of the boys!”

He didn’t mean to hurt you. He had good intentions with that comment, of course he did. But you couldn’t stop overthinking it, crying at the thought of you being so unattractive in his eyes.

“So he wants a girly girl?” You thought, already planning a strategy “I’ll show him, then”

That’s how it started. You began to wear the dresses that were long forgotten on your wardrobe, you started using makeup and styling your hair in something other than a messy bun.

It was confusing at first and not at all what you were used to, but there was a new energy surrounding you, a confident one. You were going to show Michael that you could be feminine, maybe that way he’ll notice you in a ‘more than just a friend’ kinda way.

The first time the boys saw you with your new look they were all sharing breakfast in your kitchen. With your apartment being closer to campus they might as well move in.

“Good morning, guys” You said cheerfully, not looking at anyone in particular.

They all stared at you, looking at you up and down. And just before you could reach the cereal box, the questions started coming.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Y/N why are you dressed like a girl? IS THAT MAKE UP?”

“Do you have a date? It’s 8 am on a Tuesday! Who are they? Vampires?”

“Who are you and what did you do to our Y/N?”

“Is the simulation broken?”

“Shhh” You said, raising the palm of your hand as you poured cereal in a bowl “It’s too damn early for any of you to do that much noise and I haven’t had my coffee yet” As in que, Ashton passed you your usual mug “Thank you, and to answer some of your inquiries. 1) Nothing’s going on, Calum. 2) I happen to be a girl, Luke. Thank you for noticing. 3) I do not have a date, nor I should use that as an excuse to put on some nice clothes. I just,, felt like it” You took a long sip from the hot beverage “The simulation broke down a long time ago and I’m still me. I’m just wearing different clothes, that’s all. Right, Mikey?”

Michael choked with his toast, coughing as he tried to gain some composure “Yeah, you look… great” He said with a shy smile, and he was right. The others joined in with the compliments, hyping and teasing you about how he will have to be more protective of you because you will sure bring home some hot dates looking like that.

It’s been a couple of weeks since that morning and everyday Michael complimented you. You’d be lying if you say that every word he says doesn’t fill your heart with butterflies. Maybe there’s a possibility that he feels the same way.

It was a pretty uneventful evening in the little coffee shop where you worked. You didn’t have many clients today, so the dim lights and the sweet voice of Hozier that blasted through the speakers allowed you to daydream. Michael’s face popped out in your mind, smiling as you remembered the way that he looked at you this morning. Finally proving that you were more than just “One of the boys”

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the bell chime when the door opened, only waking up when you saw those same eyes that had you smiling just a minute ago standing in front of you, staring at you as well.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Nothing much” You shrug “Just the same amount of pain and tiredness of the average college experience” Michael rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. That’s when a giggle caught your attention.

The most beautiful woman you ever laid your eyes on was standing next to Michael. She had the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and her wavy hair complemented her face like an angel. She sure didn’t seem real, how did you not notice her when she entered? Were you really that busy focusing on Michael?

“I can totally relate to that” The girl said with a smile, god even her smile was perfect.

“Y/N, this is Veronica. Veronica, Y/N” Michael introduced.

You smiled politely at her and she did the same “Oh, the famous Y/N! I heard a lot about you, I can’t wait to get to know you better”

Um, what? Michael has been talking about you? To her? You couldn’t tell if it was good or a bad sign.

“Really? Well, don’t believe anything he says. Unless they are good things, then he’s right”

“Okay! Thank you, Y/N” He interrupted, mocking annoyance “I’ll take my usual please, darling. And she will have…”

“Just a mocha, please”

You nodded “Coming right up” You smiled at her as she walked to a table. Michael leaned over the counter and whispered.

“Could you do one of those drawing people do in the coffee? She will love that. Thanks.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked away, sitting close to Veronica in one of the booths just before he could notice the way your cheeks turned to a much brighter red.

An hour passes. Then two. Then two and a half. And you were standing there, acting as a witness of their chemistry. You cursed yourself as your eyes drifted towards them, watching them laugh and talk about life. It was clear that Michael was enchanted by her, moving closer and closer every time, and you could tell the feeling was mutual as she laid her delicate hand on his.

Of course Michael would go for the pretty girls. Veronica was gorgeous, you couldn’t pinpoint a single defect on that girl, not even with a magnifying glass and you hated that. You hated the fact that he brought her here, you hated the fact that you have to work while his love story unfolds like a Taylor Swift song, you hated that it you weren’t the one sitting next to him, talking about dreams and how everything just collides perfectly within the universe. But that’s not your story.

“Earth calling Y/N?” A voice calls in front of you “Hello?”

You blink a few times and stare at the tall blond man waving his hand in front of your face “Sorry, Luke. Didn’t see you there” You excuse yourself “What can I get for you?”

“The usual, but this time with at least four more shots of espresso. I have to put an all nighter again cause I have that stupid presentation and you are not listening to me again”

“Sorry, what? Four shots of espresso, yeah.” Your gaze averted his “Anything else?”

“Okay, what’s going on?” Luke followed where your eyes led and soon he was, too, staring at the reason of your distraction “Oh”

Out of the four of them, Luke was the only one who knew about your feelings for Michael. He was always very supportive and didn’t pressure you into confessing right away, knowing it must be hard for you. So he can’t imagine what is going on inside your head right now, watching the man you love on a date.

“He didn’t tell me he had a date” You told him.

“He mentioned this morning” Luke added “Said he met her at one of his classes and that she seemed cool. So he asked her out. He never told us he would bring her here “You clenched your jaw, trying to keep the tears at bay. Luke noticed that “I’m sorry, love. I thought he told you about it”

“She is gorgeous, Luke”

“She’s not you, though” You scoffed.

“Exactly”

“Y/N…”

“I’m fine,” You lied “Really, I’m okay. It was a silly crush anyway. And plus, look how happy he looks”

And it was true. Michael did look very happy chatting and flirting with Veronica. His smile reaching his eyes as she spoke and laugh at all his jokes. He truly must like her, and you… Well, some people are just meant to be the side character of another person’s story.

Luke let out a sigh, knowing well enough to assume you are just going to bury your feelings like you always do “He will soon realize what he’s missing”

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Well, six months passed and he still hasn’t realized. It’s been six month since that fateful evening where you got your heart broken by the man you love. It’s been six months since Veronica has been a constant part of your daily life, sleeping over, joining on movie nights and replaced your spot next to your best friend. It’s been six months of dressing more ‘girly’, wearing make-up and doing your nails, all of it trying to call Michael’s attention, to make you look more like Veronica, more like someone you are not. And all of that for what? You still ended up crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

Luke has been there for you all this time, letting you crash in his place whenever she came over and trying to distract you from the heartache by making jokes or goofing around, sometimes even letting you stay the night just to talk or cry or whatever you needed.

Tonight, however, it was a special night. Michael texted you saying that he finally found the movie you were dying to see for years! It was a special straight to dvd movie with Betty White that you remember it being your favorite growing up but you could never find it anywhere. And to say that you were ecstatic when Michael suggested a movie night for the two of you, would be an understatement.

You got the popcorn ready, ordered some pizzas and the ice cream was in the freezer. It was the first time in months that you would have time alone with Michael and, honestly, you missed him like crazy. Yes, you know he lives there, but it’s been a while since you guys actually talked or shared a good laugh together. Putting your feelings towards him aside, you just missed your best friend.

Suddenly, the bell rang. It wasn’t uncommon for Michael to forget his keys, so you weren’t really surprised.

“How many times do I have to tell you that we bought you that keychain for a reason and-“ But it wasn’t Michael standing at the door “Veronica.. I thought you were Michael”

The girl smiled, (really, not even a chip tooth?) “Yeah, he told me he’ll be a little late and that I should just go ahead” She said as she made her way into the apartment.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I love movie night!”

He invited her. It was a moment for the two of you and he invited her.

You couldn’t be mad, could you? She’s his girlfriend, after all. She could be here and he had every right to invite her, but… But it still hurt. You thought you’d be spending the evening with your best friend, he said you would. It was a special movie for the both of you, why invite her?

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” Veronica said, pulling you away from your mind.

“Uh, sure”

“I have to admit, I was really intimidated by you”

“By me? Why?”

“Well, when Michael talked about you I always thought I had to compete for his attention. It was always Y/N this, Y/N that… He assured me that you were just friends, but I didn’t believe him until I met you. I love that he has a friend like you. You really mean a lot to him so, thank you”

You nodded and muttered a “no problem”

She was right, you were just a friend of Michael’s. Why did you ever think you could be more? Especially with someone like her in his life? It was foolish, it was crazy. He would never look at you the same so, why keep trying?

“So, what are we watching?”

“Oh, um… I don’t know. I’m not staying” You said, hiding the pain in your voice.

“But Michael told me-“

“I’m spending the night at Luke’s today. I totally forgot”

You rushed out of the living room and went straight to your room, letting the tears fall as you started packing for a few days. You needed to get away as soon as possible. You couldn’t handle staying here at the moment, it hurt too much.

Just as you were packing the last pieces of clothing, you heard Michael opening the front door. And surely, a few moments later he was pushing yours open.

“What do you mean you’re not staying tonight?” He barged in.

Your back was facing him, so you couldn’t see him, you didn’t want to see him, but he sounded hurt. Quickly, you wiped your tears with the back of the hand and tried to muttered something close to an unbothered tone.

“I’m going to Luke’s”

“You always go to Luke’s, are you two a thing or something? Because you seem to live there more than here”

You let out a small laugh, was he really that dense?

“There’s nothing going on between me and Luke-“

“Then why are you always in his place?”

“It’s none of your business”

“Well, Y/N it is. It is because I wanted you to spend the night because we rarely see each other anymore and now you’re ditching me again!”

He raised his voice a bit, clearly frustrated and confused. That alone made your anger take the best of you.

“Oh please, as if you really want me here”

Michael frowned “What does that suppose to mean?”

“Why did you invite her?”

“Veronica? She’s my girlfriend, I though-“

“I know that she’s your girlfriend, I get it. It’s just-“ You took a deep breath, trying not to cry or scream or both “It’s just that tonight was special, and I wanted to share that with my best friend. Only with my best friend. But I feel like everytime we try to do something together she’s always there and-“

“You don’t like her?”

“What? No, that’s the worst part. I actually think she’s great” You turned around and closed your bag, ready to leave “Michael I’m not going start a fight, I’m going to stay with Luke for a while. Don’t wait up”

You made your way out of the room, but before you could reach the door Michael’s hand grabbed you by the arm, making you stop.

“Michael” You warned “Let me go”

“No, wait. What do you mean with ‘that’s the worst part’?”

“I’m not having this conversation right now.”

“Yes, you are” Michael made you turn around. You were now looking at him in the eyes, he seemed hurt but you,, oh, you were in pain “Y/N, what is going on? You’ve been avoiding me lately, you’re not staying home, you don’t talk to me anymore, you’re dressing differently and sneaking out everytime I’m here. Is it because of Veronica?” You shook your head, slightly “Then what is it? Why are you pulling away from me?”

“Because it’s too damn hard!” You say looking away from him, unable to contain the tears any longer.

Michael’s eyes winded at your answer. His lips parted in surprise at your sudden outburst, wanting nothing more than to hold you but knowing you won’t let him.

“What?”

“You don’t get it, do you? No, you never did” You cry silent tears as your voice comes barely above a whisper “I can’t stay here because it hurts. Everytime I’m here she’s here too, like a reminder of everything I’m not. And I’ve tried-“ you choke “I tried to look more pretty, to be more ‘girly’ and feminine, losing myself every day. Hoping that maybe you’ll notice”

“Notice what?” Michael said softly.

You let out a breath.

“That I’m in love with you, you idiot”

Michael was taken aback by your answer, but he still wasn’t letting go of your arm. You love him? That’s what’s this all about?

“But I know you don’t feel the same. You never did and you never will. After all, I’m just Y/N. Just ‘one of the boys’ am I not?” He didn’t respond “It’s okay, I came to terms with that, I wouldn’t expect you to say something anyways” You released yourself from his grip and grabbed the last bag that laid on your bed “I’ll stay with Luke tonight and I’ll pick up my stuff in a few days”

Michael shook his head, as if he just realized what you just said “Wait, you’re moving?”

“What do you want me to do, Michael? Stay here? Pretend that things will be the same after this?! Go and have a movie night with your girlfriend and say that everything’s okay when I’m tearing myself apart in front of you?” You ask out of anger “I can’t do that, Michael. I need time”

“Y/N-“

“Why do you care anyways? I’m not a main character in your life. I’m not the type of girl you would fall for, or that you would consider feminine enough. I’m not pretty enough or funny enough and I’m tired of that. I’m tired of being an afterthought”

You turned around, already reaching for the doorknob when Michael’s hand wrapped around your waist, twisting you so your back was pressed against the door and your eyes were on him.

“Y/N, you were never an afterthought” He breathed close to you.

“Michael, what are yo-“

“Stay, please” But before you could say anything else, you felt his lips on yours.

The kiss was everything you dreamed it would be. Fast, rough and passionate. His hands traveled down your spine as he deepened the kiss, getting more needy by the second. Your hands flew to his neck, bringing him even closer, wanting to feel every part of him. You wanted to let yourself go, to fill these long needed desire. But you couldn’t forget about the girl waiting in the living room.

With all the strength you could manage, you pushed Michael away from you as the tears came flooding down again.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You spat at him in anger “You can’t do that to me. You can’t just kiss me and expect to fix everything. Who do you think I am?” You could tell he was trying to say something, but you were not in the mood to listen “I won’t let you do this to me. I won’t let you do this to her. I’m leaving, Michael. Get your shit together”

And with that, you ran through the door and didn’t look back.

A few hours later, you were settled in with Luke in his apartment. When you arrived, you asked him to please not say anything, that you weren’t ready to talk just yet. He just nodded and let you in.

You cried on his shoulders for what it felt like an eternity. Your head was pounding and your voice was hoarse. You’ve never felt so heartbroken before.

“C-can I stay here for a while? Until I find my own place?” You asked him.

“Of course, darling” Luke said, kissing your head “Take all the time you need”

You stayed like that for a while. He comforting you through your silent tears until you fell asleep.

A week passes by and you are not feeling any better. You haven’t been sleeping well and you’re barely eating despite Luke’s pleads. Ashton and Calum showed up one day to check up on you, but you still refused to talk about it. Maybe you were embarrassed, maybe the memory of that kiss was too recent, too painful to talk about. Maybe you just didn’t know how.

One night you fell asleep on the living room, the TV working as the background noise that drowned your thoughts. You were peacefully dreaming for the first time in days when the sound of muffled voices woke you up. You were still laying in the sofa, but Luke was nowhere in sight. That’s until you heard him talk.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“Please, I need to talk to her” the other man pleaded.

Michael was standing at the door. He looked like a complete wreck. His hair was undone and a bit greasy from ruffling it with his fingers way too much, his eyes were bloodshot and glossy, still fighting to contain the tears in front of his friend.

“Look, man. I love you, but she doesn’t need this right now and-“

“Let him in, Luke”

The two tall men turned towards you. You were standing behind the sofa, your eyes never leaving Michael’s. Luke simply nodded and headed to his room, giving you the privacy you needed.

“I’ll be there if you need me” He said to you.

You muttered a small ‘Thank you’ to him before fixing your gaze upon Michael. He was still frozen by the door, unsure on how to say what he has to say.

Letting out a breath, you decided to break the ice “Michael-“

“I broke up with her” He said in one breath.

“You what?!”

“The night you left,,, I-I broke up with her because I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore”

“What do you mean?”

He hesitantly took a step closer to you, afraid that he was overstepping again.

“All this time, for years, I’ve been avoiding my own feelings. Tucked them away at the farthest corner in my closet, hoping that they’ll fade soon. I couldn’t cope with them, I was too afraid to.

‘“I told myself that I was being foolish, immature and downright stupid for thinking that the girl I love would love me back. How could she? She was beautiful, shared my sense of humor, my interests and she was extremely cool. I told myself that a girl like that could never want me. But, strangely, she did, as a friend. And I was content with that, at least I would have her be part of my life.

‘“So I hid my feelings until I couldn’t see them, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t feel them. And every day I would remind myself that she was my friend and I was beyond lucky for that. I kept letting myself down on a daily basis, trying to keep the thoughts away, hoping that one day I could believe them. But I never thought of the consequences my actions had towards the girl.

‘“Y/N, when you left I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like a vital part of me was missing and you took it away with you. And I deserved it, I truly did. Y/N, I was an asshole”

“Michael,”

“No, I was. Hearing you say those things about yourself, like you were broken and needed to be fixed, it broke my heart, darling” His voice broke at the end, fighting helplessly to contain the tears that were burning behind his eyes “I- I never meant for you to think that I didn’t love you for who you were. That you needed to change in order to get me to like you. You shouldn’t change for anyone, love, you are absolutely perfect the way you are. You always have been and always will be.

‘“Y/N, you were never just ‘one of the boys’, you are my best friend, my soulmate and the best thing that has ever happened to me by far. I’ve always known that, but I was just too much of a coward to let it show and I’m sorry.

‘“When you told me you loved me, god. Y/N, I’ve never felt so happy and confused at the same time! I couldn’t fanthom the thought of you loving me, it seemed surreal after so many years of telling myself that it was impossible, almost like a cruel joke. But you did, and I could tell by your eyes that it was true, and I hated myself for that. I hated the fact that I was hurting you instead of loving you like I wanted to. I hated the fact that you felt like you had to leave in order for you to fix what I broke. I hated that I ruined our first kiss by a stupid impulse because you didn’t deserve that. You deserve the world and I was so scared of the fact that I might’ve lost the chance to be able to give it to you.

‘“ I broke up with her the night you left. It wasn’t fair to you, to her or to me to keep denying my feelings any longer. And I know that I don’t deserve it, but I’m standing here to ask you for forgiveness. I’m sorry that I made you feel less than you are. I’m sorry that I broke your heart. I’m sorry that I wasn’t brave enough to tell you this the moment you walked out the door that night. I will keep apologizing for the rest of my life if necessary, Y/N. But I just- I just don’t want to lose you”

You were standing in front of him. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you took in everything he said to you.

He loved you.

He loves you.

And you love him.

Michael was staring at his feet, too afraid to look up and see the disappointment in your face. To scared to lose you and everything you meant to him. Maybe coming here was a mistake, maybe you don’t want to know anything about him anymore. And he deserved that.

“Well,” You finally say, swallowing the lump in your throat “You still owe me that movie night”

His eyes light up as he saw you smiling at him. He returned it by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. Leaning so your lips could met again.

Smiling into the kiss, you swore that you will never let go of the other again.

[catbowserauthor]

1987/2003 TMNT Crossover Bit

@brightlotusmoon Need to work on this again some more...here’s some pieces of a crossover I started a while ago and really wanna get started on again. Incomplete as of now and fractured but thought I’d share it.

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2003 Universe

The running across rooftops in pursuit was something Mikey had done dozens upon dozens of times. However, something was off. The smoke from that smoke bomb maybe? It had smelled odd, different from what the Foot normally threw but his brothers had been on the other side of the roof when they threw it. They hadn't smelled any thing so he couldn't exactly ask them... Mike's knees trembled a bit as they landed on the next roof and his vision was starting to become woozy, shifting back and forth, like he was crying but he sure wasn't. All the same, it was getting impossible to see straight. His muscles started to feel like jelly. This was wrong, this was wrong... He could barely make out the red coloring in the brother in front of him and called, "Raph..." He caught a faint shift as his brother turned but his vision was already seeping into black oblivion by that point. He didn't even hear Raph scream his name and hitting the rooftop in a dead fall was beyond his senses. "Mikey!!" Leo and Donnie had abandoned their pursuit as soon as they heard Raph's cry and by the time they reached the strongest of them, he was knelt on the ground, his youngest brother cradled in his arms. Mike was pale, much paler green than he usually was and his body flopped like a rag doll's when Raphael shook him, "Mikey! Mikey! This ain't funny! Wake up, knucklehead!" Nothing, not a laugh, not a chuckle, no change at all. Donnie knelt, looking their sibling over with critical eyes. He took hold of the younger's wrist and his heart raced. "His pulse is slow. It shouldn't be this slow. This is like...just woke up in the morning slow..." Leo frowned, reached out and gave a firm rub to the center of their sibling's chest, right over the sternum. Nothing. The dead silence that passed over the three siblings could have froze water. A sternum rub was not something you could fake. If you were conscious, it was extremely painful and Leo was very particular about making it hard and firm. If Mikey didn't respond, it was because he couldn't. "Donnie?" Leo asked simply. "Insufficient data, Boss." the purple banded brother replied. "Raph can you carry him? I need to get him home..." The tallest of them had already stood, his youngest brother cradled against his chest. His arms draped, dead and Raph was having to support his head. He looked...dead. No, not dead. Don't think that... "Way ahead of you, Brainac" was all Raph said before jumping off the roof for the ground.

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You don't have Dokku plants here?' Donnie blinked once then twice at the dimensional twin of his youngest sibling, "I've heard of a lot of different plants," he admitted, still not taking his eyes off his youngest brother, lying dead still (no, not dead, use another word, Donnie!) on the cot in his lab. The entire group had somehow crammed into the small space and Michelangelo and Leonardo were looking over his still sibling. "But not that one." "Not surprised." Donatello tried to reassure him. He pointed to the computer screen where he had been hacking into every database possible. "It doesn't look like it exists." Raph snapped "What the shell is a Dokku plant?" Leonardo looked up, "It's a rare plant even in our world. Only exists in the Eastern Hemisphere now." Michelangelo spoke up "It's the pollen that's lethal Dudes. And your Mike totally got a huge whiff of it." Raphael locked eyes with his bigger self "How long ago did your Mikey conk out?" Raph narrowed his eyes "Why?" Michelangelo snapped "Do you not understand the word 'lethal' Dude?!" He stood up and addressed his alternate dimensional family "This stuff KILLS! It's poison. It slows and then stops the heart by keeping the mitochondria in the heart cells from firing. And if your bro hasn't succumbed yet then he still has time and we needa know how much! So, think you could jump off your high horse long enough to help?!" The entire room went dead silent. Leonardo reached out and lay a hand on his brother's shoulder "Michelangelo..." "No, I'm fine, Leonardo," he replied, shrugging his leader's hand off. "I know our world's are mondo different but poison is STILL poison and poison KILLS. I KNEW something was totally off and I didn't drag us here to watch Other-Me die." Raph had paled, went quiet "I...I thought that your world..." he trailed off. What could he say? He thought there was no danger in their world? No threat? No death? No way to say that without sounding insulting. This other Michelangelo's sharp passion had silenced his tongue. Leonardo responded, "In our world, poison is still poison." He lay a wet cloth on the unconscious Mikey's forehead. Raphael added, folding his arms "And death is still death." Leo, who had been quiet for a long time, finally spoke, "We brought him home about two hours ago. It took us...maybe a half hour to get home, Donnie?" The genius nodded "Something like that." He felt useless... Michelangelo eyed Leonardo "So...what? 10 hours, maybe?" Leonardo nodded, his eyes focused "Donatello, can you you reconfigure that portal to take us to Japan?" Donatello gave a half smile "Do turtles have shells?" He took out his wrench and quickly approached the small portal stick laying on the table. Leonardo turned to his other self "Just like there's Dokku plants in our world, there's also the counteragent, the Gazi leaves. If it's been 2 hours since your brother collapsed, we have ten hours to get ahold of the cure and administer it." Raph blinked, surprised "You're gonna help us?" Michelangelo stood, his eyes narrowed "Of course. What kinda question is that?" He gave a faint smile to the stronger turtle, "We're not gonna let your Mikey die Dude." Leo smiled faintly "Your optimism is encouraging..." "Not optimism," Michelangelo corrected "A promise." Donnie watched his counterpart work and he worked quickly before kneeling next to his ill brother "You hear that, Mikey? You're gonna be okay. Bi...Big brothers are gonna get you the medicine you need and you're going to be fine." He lay a small kiss to his sibling's hot forehead "So you don't stop fighting on me...

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #733: Letter For Big Brother Ren (Persona 5)

Dear Ren-Ren,

Okay. So...... I'm gonna be honest, I've..... never wrote an actual letter before, but since today's technically National Siblings' Day, I thought about giving this whole thing a shot, you know? See how it goes and junk.

But anyways, the reason why I decided to this, other than the fact that today's an underrated holiday, is because I wanna let you know how thankful I am to have you as my cool big bro.

Like seriously, you're like one of the coolest guys I have ever met in my entire life! You're brave, bold, always do whatever you can to get things done, and you're even edgy (But in a totally badass way!) You're so cool that I......kinda used too had a bit of a crush on you.

Crazy, I know. But it's truth. I legitimately had a small crush on you once. But it was short-lived. Only lasted about a week or whatever. It's mostly due to the fact that the more we hangout together, the more I think of you as a big brother I never thought I wanted until. And honestly, I'm really glad we became unofficial siblings.

You and everyone else in our group of friends (Or Thieves, if you wanna call it) did whatever you can to help me out. Whether it's helping be more open to the outside world or help dealing with my own personal problems. Even when I gave you all a hard time, you still never gave up on me.

Basically speaking, I wouldn't be half the person I am right now if it weren't your undying support and wisdom. Heck, your guidance and care even inspired me to be a big sis to Mona and Lavvy-chan. Now I'll admit, they can be a handful at times (Especially our moody little kitty) but those two knuckleheads mean the world to me and I love them with all my heart. Thar definitely applies to you too, Ren-Ren!

I know we been through a lot together and separately at times, but as long got each other, I'm sure we'll keep doing just fine in this world. And that's all the more reason why you shouldn't have to do everything one your own.

I get that you felt alone and helpless at one point, but you're not anymore. You have us. You me. And as your newly found little sister, it's my duty to be there for you no matter what!

So if there's ANYTHING troubling or that you need help in general, don't be afraid to call me, alright? I got your back 105%! The percentage might be overdoing it, but I don't care!!

All in all, I love you, Big Bro. Always have and always will for all eternal. And don't you ever forget!

Sincerely,

Futuba Sakura

P.S.

While you're in the mansion to tonight, tell Pit and Pitto I love 'em too, 'kay? Their the best Angel Bros a girl like me can ever ask for!

P.S.S.

Let Makoto be there for you too, man! That girl loves more than the universe itself. So you can bet your fluffy head she got your back too! Plus, you should definitely proposal to her one of these days. Or let her proposal to you herself. You guys are already acting.like a married couple so why not?

P.S.S.

Let your Goddess and Witch Mom love you some more! They're like the best moms in the whole wide world! So you better cherish them for as long as you live!

P.S.S.

Also also, Sojiro there's for you too. He's the best Coffee Dad. Of course, he's gonna have your back!

P.S.S.S

This is last one, I promise. Just wanna tell you that we love you from the bottom of our hearts. I know most of us already told you that like.....aeons ago, but I don't care! You mean the world to use, Ren-Ren, don't ever forget that.

..............................................................

Ren was crying into Makoto's arms after reading that heartfelt letter together. Needless to say, it was one of the best days he ever had in his life.

Happy National Siblings Day Everyone!

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

A "could be sexy, could be fluffy" request: what if the Yiga Husbands had a beach date? Can these two knuckleheads swim? Does fucking on the sand create logistical problems? Would Kohga have a heart attack if something brushed against his leg underwater because OH GOD WHAT IF THAT WAS A FISH EW EW SOOGA KILL IT!?

I COULD do a little snippet of such a cute idea!

“Sooga! Check it!”

“Master Kohga! You MUST cover-”

Kohga swatted his hand away, already tired of his fussing. They had agreed to do another double date with Link and Mipha, this time, at the beach, just a bit away from the Lurelin village. More specifically, Clarnet Coast. Link was actually the one who suggested the place (and he even did the honor of slaying all the monsters for them, less they become a pain in the ass), and Kohga dressed accordingly. Aka, In nothing but his mask, and his swim trunks. It was TECHNICALLY against Yiga culture to be so exposed in public, but you know what, he was a slut without rules. The one WITH rules however, was Sooga, who was apparently quite surprised by the sudden change of attire. Hell, he was standing in front of him, as if Kohga was nude. 

“Don’t be a prude, Sooga! If anything, YOU’RE overdressed!”

Sooga cocked his head to the side, clearly confused.

“I...beg your pardon?”

“Yeah, we’re at the beach! It’s the PERFECT excuse to be more or less nude! We gotta get you something that lets you BREATHE in this heat.”

“....Yiga clothes are made for the Gerudo desert, how-”

“Shhhhhhh, I brought you shorts JUST in case.”

“You...planned this, didn’t you?”

“Get changed.”

Kohga threw the attire at him, and pointed to a nearby palm tree. Sooga sighed, walking almost shamefully to the tree. Kohga grinned as he joined the happy couple, who seemed to be making a sand castle. Oh this. This was precious. Kohga squatted next to them, holding up the sheikah slate, and snapping a pick of them both. Mipha pouted, playfully throwing some sand in Kohga’s direction.

"I wasn't READY for that! I'm covered in sand!"

“Shhh! You guys were cute, shut up. Adorable sand castle by the way.”

Mipha looked him up and down, chuckling into her palm.

“And adorable shorts, Kohga.”

Kohga looked down at his shorts. Red, littered in the best thing to exist; bananas. Kohga posed, much to the amusement of Mipha (and even to Link).

“Well I mean, not EVERYDAY I get the chance to show off the manliest body you’ve ever seen, might as well wear it in STYLE!”

“Did I have to do the same, Master Kohga?”

Sooga was suddenly right next to him, clearly a bit self conscious, given the way he seemed to be hugging his own chest. Kohga looked him up and down, nodding in approval. It was nice, seeing those scratched up muscles under the candlelight, up close and personal, but there was something so incredibly sexy about seeing those muscles out in the open, lit up by the bright sun. Honestly throw some chilly elixir on those titties, and you had yourself a big, sexy time. Kohga gestured wildly to him, making quite the scene out of it.

“Look at you, Sooga! You’re fine as HELL! Here, put your hands down.”

“W-what? I can’t be seen like this!”

Sooga took his hands away, gesturing to his own red shorts, decorated in pictures of salmon. Kohga took the chance to snap a pic, and Sooga immediately covered himself up again, turning away from Kohga. Kohga looked at the slate, showing it to Sooga.

“Look! You look great!”

“I did NOT want you to take a picture! Now that EXISTS! It’s bad enough I’m like this in public, AND in front of a princess, but now It’s in a PHOTO!”

Kohga rolled his eyes. Sooga had the body of a god, with the confidence of a fucking pebble.

“You look GREAT, Sooga! I have no idea what’s the issue, you fill those shorts out NICELY!”

Sooga sighed, rubbing at his quickly forming headache.

“Master Kohga, that's very sweet, truly, but this is humiliating.”

Kohga smacked his forehead, now getting a headache of his own.

“You know what- Link, make Sooga feel comfortable, take off your shirt.”

Link looked down at his island lobster shirt, and shrugged. He stood up, dusted the sand off of his hands, and peeled off his shirt, tossing it on the blanket Mipha brought with them. Sooga looked at him confused, Mipha covered her face, and Kohga...Kohga was looking.

“Good, but you know what, take off the pants too.”

Link didn’t even hesitate, peeling off his trousers. Leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Kohga loved Sooga, but god DAMN Link was a hot piece of ass. Kohga nodded in approval, totally not thinking about what he’d do to that body.

“See? Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“W-no? How is this supposed to help ME?”

“Good point, good point. Link, ditch the undies.”

Link made the motion to do just that, before Mipha intervened, stopping his hand. Kohga scoffed.

“Prudes, all of you. In all seriousness, Sooga, there’s nothing ‘dishonorable’ about your body or whatever. We’re at the beach! It’s what you do!”

Sooga forced himself to put his hands down, but he didn’t look very pleased by this.

“Master Kohga, while that’s sweet, I very much disagree. NO ONE but you wants to see me like this.”

“I doubt that, honestly.”

Kohga motioned to Link in the back, who was...well, looking at Sooga’s extra weapon, suffice to say. Sooga groaned a bit in defeat, mainly because the Hylian champion staring at his crotch was a bit much for him to deal with right now. Mipha, ever the helpful one, offered a soft smile.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sure it feels nice to be free of your clothes, even for just an afternoon. It’s good for your health to get some sun.”

Kohga motioned to Mipha, shaking his head.

“See, this is what I love about Mipha, team player. Now, let’s get some fun under our belts!”

Mipha tried not to gawk at the tattoos that littered their bodies, watching as they both started to make a fire. As in, Sooga made a fire while Kohga seemed to be basking in the sun. Mipha and Link continued to add to their sand castle (with her ignoring how shirtless he was), merely enjoying one another's company. Mipha waited till Sooga took a dip into the water, before turning to look at Kohga.

"I noticed you both have tattoos. Why is that?"

"Oh EVERY Yiga gets that once they're officially in. The one I got was gifted to me by my old man, and I did Sooga's."

Mipha leaned up to hand Link a seashell, making sure he wasn't going to fall.

"I take it he really does trust you. Tattoos ARE quite the commitment."

"Oh he does, totally,"

Kohga nodded, laying back and soaking up the sun. Kohga LOVED the feeling of the nice, hot sun, and the feeling of hot sand in between his toes.

"It's cute honestly. HE'S cute. Don't tell him I said this, but I'm kinda. Serious about him, I think. Which is weird. I'm usually not serious, in terms of my relationships."

He turned to look at her, and she was squishing her own cheeks, practically fawning over him.

"Oh! That's very sweet! May I ask what separates Sooga from the bunch?"

Kohga saw that both Mipha AND Link were looking at him, excited half to death. Kohga put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

"Don't get so mushy on me. I said I MIGHT be serious about him, I'm not getting on one knee here. I'm just saying he's...different. It's not just sex with this guy. He's genuinely and honestly sweet. He cares about me, and takes everything head on. If I told Sooga right now, to get me a piece of a sky, you best believe he won't rest till he got it for me. He's...serious. And it's so weird, how much I like it. How much I like HIM."

"That's terribly sweet, Master Kohga, truly."

Kohga noticed the sun was being blocked. He opened his eyes, and saw Sooga right there, dripping wet with water, a fishing spear over his shoulder, and that big, knowing smirk on his lips. Kohga glared at the two next to him, who conveniently went back to their sand castle. Kohga grumbled in embarrassment, before waving Sooga off.

"Shut up. Cook your stupid fish or whatever."

"Right away Master Kohga. But...one thing, if I may,"

Sooga leaned down, till his mask was inches away from his Master's.

"I like you too. More than anything in this life."

Before Sooga could get barked at, he turned, and skewered the fish, putting them by the fire (with some bananas and apples on a separate skewer for Kohga), and letting them roast. The sun was starting to slowly dip into the horizon, making for quite the view to go along with dinner. Kohga tried not to chat much, letting Mipha have her turn. She bit into her fish, nodding in approval.

"Thank you for dinner, Sooga. I'm really glad you picked this spot, Link."

Link was too busy fucking up his fish skewer to fully notice what she was saying. It coated his face in grease and random bits of food, making her chuckle.

"Oh Link, look at you, making a mess of yourself. Here, let me…"

Her voice trailed off when she held onto his face, wiping it free of food. That was when they seemed to have a moment, with Mipha holding onto his face, staring into his eyes. Kohga put the food down (and smacked Sooga's food out of his hands. Wasn't the first time), lightly shoving Sooga's side.

"Sooga, you, me, water, now."

Kohga was NOT going to mess with Mipha and Link having an ACTUAL kiss by the sunset. Kohga sighed once they seemed to be a decent space away from them, sighing.

"Hoo, we almost ruined their moment."

"I mean, you ruined my dinner though."

"You and your fish- look I'll make you some once I'm home, you baby. We just had to leave,  I didn’t wanna ruin it for them. If it makes you feel better though, least you and I get some water time together!"

Sooga just now seemed to realize that they were ankle deep in the water, and something about that made him chuckle.

"I suppose taking a swim with you is a fair exchange. You do know how to swim, yes?"

"I can! I'm no Zora, but I do a killer doggy paddle. I just don't LIKE swimming exactly. It's usually just cold and wet, and I HATE cold."

Sooga held onto his hand, taking him as far into the water as he could, chuckling.

"My elder sister taught me how to swim. She had a Zora boyfriend, so she was well versed. I remembered every Sunday she'd take me out for a swim, we'd have enough seafood to feed the whole town."

Kohga chuckled too, gently making them stop before they got TOO deep into the water.

"You liked your family, huh? You talk about 'em like you still miss them."

"I do. Family is VERY important to me. I don't talk to them very much, for...reasons. But it's fine."

Suddenly Sooga pulled Kohga right to his chest, looking right down at him.

"I'm planning on having another family quite soon."

Kohga would've been creeped out by that,  the idea of a huge family. But there was something so tender, so honest about his eyes. It made the idea sound...nice. Kohga chuckled, reaching up to cup Sooga's face in his hand.

"Good to see that Mipha isn't the only one getting that picture perfect moment."

Kohga reached up a bit to try to kiss him, before something touched his leg. A fish. A goddamn slimy, slippery, DISGUSTING fish. It made Kohga jump up, just in time for Sooga to catch him in his arms.

"What's wrong?!"

"A FISH touched me! Sooga don't just stand there, kill it!"

Sooga would question it, but he was smarter than that. He sighed, gave a quick apology to the fish, before bringing out one of his weapons, and stabbing the fish below him. At least it was a quick death.

"Happy?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Stupid, gross fish. If it was up to me id just get rid of them all. Ew. It TOUCHED me. Imma cut off this foot. Can we get back to dry land?"

"Yes, Master Kohga."

Sooga threw the dead fish towards a pack of birds (he'd feel evil, wasting a life like that) as he walked back up to land. Just in time to catch the two young lovers trying to keep their composure after what was most likely a heavy makeout session, given the blushing faces, and the lipstick smears all over Link's face. Perfect opportunity for a picture, which Kohga was more than happy to take. Mipha chose to change the subject entirely, chuckling awkwardly.

"So uhm, have a nice swim I t-take it?"

"Great, up until a fish touched me. Take it Link over here was having the same problem, eh?"

Mipha hid her face in her hands, whimpering in humiliation. Their relationship was still so new, so she was VERY embarrassed about it all. Kohga however, just found it adorable. Kohga looked up at Sooga, grinning ear to ear.

"I'm SO proud of myself for this, let that be known."

"I can tell, Master Kohga. The clan will be excited to hear of today's endeavor."

Mipha nearly jumped up, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You TELL them about me and Link?!"

Kohga shrugged.

"Well yeah, we ALL ship you guys. Everytime something cute happens, I tell 'em."

Mipha cupped her hands over her mouth, as if in terror. Link seemed to take that as a cue, and drew out his sword. Kohga glanced at Sooga.

"Sooga, you can run fast, right?"

"Fast enough."

"HYAH!!"

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"Come on, that was KINDA fun."

Kohga chuckled. Link chased them for a good bit (the stamina on this boy), before they all seemed to collapse. Link and Mipha had ended up just a bit away from them, with Link being cradled in her arms. They seemed to be under a deep sleep, and it was a cute sight, seeing these two cuddling under the moon. Sooga sighed, shaking his head. Kohga was currently in HIS arms, and while that was sweet, the whole chase was something he could've done without. 

"It made you laugh. That's enough for me."

"You sap."

Kohga chuckled. He hadn't recalled when was the last time he had so much fun. Though…

"You're cold."

"Yeah, kinda. Who knew being wet at a beach during night time would make you cold?"

He chuckled. Kohga was a master at making a fuss of things, and Sooga was SUCH an enabler. Constantly tending to his needs. Sooga pulled him closer to him, clearly holding worry on his features.

"I can make another fire, Master Kohga, would that help?"

Kohga shook his head, a very sneaky, very nice idea in mind. Kohga cupped his cheek in his hand.

"Actually….I know what you can do for me."

"Anything."

Sooga meant it too. So honestly and openly. So cute. With his free hand, he tugged at those pesky boxers of his.

"Let me ride you~"

Sooga sputtered, clearly not expecting such a proposition. He looked around wildly, as if someone heard Kohga say something so lewd.

“M-master Kohga! We’re not in the safety of our quarters. What if we-”

“Look, if YOU don’t wanna do it, that’s a different story. But I know that after a long, long day of seeing you baking in the sun, I want you.”

Sooga looked hesitant, even as Kohga dug his face into his neck, pushing his mask aside a bit to kiss at just that sweet spot. Sooga wanted him, he could tell. He peered over to where Mipha and Link were resting a bit reluctant.

“I...suppose if you can stay quiet.”

“If I can stay quiet? Sooga, YOU’RE the moaner in this relationship.”

As if to prove it, Kohga tugged at his ear with his teeth, making Sooga moan far too loudly. He slapped his hand over his mouth, blushing up quite the storm. They stood still when they saw Link move a bit in his sleep, and sighed when neither seemed to wake up. Kohga chuckled, patting at his chest.

“See? You’re a loud boy. We’ll be fine though, I promise. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to keep a pretty boy quiet for me.”

Kohga put his hand over his mouth, sliding onto his lap and grinding in his lap.

“There we go, big boy. We’ll keep you nice and quiet, I’ll ride that cock of yours, and no one will know. YOU just have to sit there, let me do my thing, and let me know if the lovebirds behind us are starting to stir. Nod if this sounds like something you wanna do. If not, I’ll get off of you right now.”

Sooga seemed to stiffen, before he gave a nod. Kohga grinned, and peeled down those pesky swim trunks. Not fully, just enough to get their dicks out, and just enough, in case they had to cover up quickly. Kicking up a bit of sand in the process, Kohga got comfy on his lap, slowly sinking himself down onto that dick. That dick always felt DAMN good inside of him, and he relished in the feeling. He started off nice and slow, just how Sooga liked it. He kept his face buried into his neck, giving Sooga that voice kink he seemed to have.

“You handle me SO well. So nicely, like a good, good boy. It’s so great, isn’t it? Fucking you out in the open? Anyone can see me with you. Anyone can see me fucking MY Sooga. ANYONE could catch me riding this nice, big dick of yours. Anyone can see me taking you up my ass. You like my ass, don’t you? Like how it feels wrapped around this cock?”

Sooga nodded to his words, whimpering against his palm. He’d occasionally look over to Mipha and Link, just to make sure they wouldn’t get caught, but as Kohga kept going, kept riding his dick and nibbling his ear, Sooga wasn’t looking over to them anymore, focusing solely on his Master’s movements. Sooga even kept his hands on his ass, desperate to cop a feel for any part of his master.

“You’re so pretty like this. Liking my ass, liking my voice, liking ME. Do you know how cute you are? How pretty you look, getting FUCKED under the moonlight? It’s that bullshit romantic stuff you love so much. I hate that about you, but in the best way possible. You’re such a big, pretty wuss, and I’d LOVE to be caught taking you like this.”

Kohga loved the big, wet man underneath him, and Sooga loved the dirty talking, passionate man above him. It was stupid, it was bullshit, and Kohga hated the fact that Sooga came inside of him so goddamn quickly. The thick, sticky cum felt good inside of him, but it was so sweet, knowing that Sooga loved him so much, that he couldn’t help his cock. Kohga panted, stopping just for a second to watch Sooga lay there, shaking and panting. He could see the steam pour out of his mouth from behind his mask, and damn was it pretty. Kohga peeled his hand away, wiping his drool off on his swimming trunks. Sooga found his voice, though it was rather shaky.

“I...I love you, Master Kohga. I want to mar-”

Kohga felt the sudden rise of panic fill his heart. Oh no. Oh no. He was saying THAT word. The shit that scares the crap out of commitment issues guys like Kohga. It was why he pushed his head back, and shoved his dick inside of his mouth. He tried not to show that he was nervous as absolute shit.

“I’m not done. Let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Sooga didn’t hesitate. Of course he didn’t. He sat there like a good boy, sucking and slurping on his dick, soaking his drool (and Kohga’s cock) in his drool. His eagerness, his moans, even the fascination in his eyes. It felt damn good to shoot a load of cum into his mouth, and even better to watch it dribble down his pretty chin. Kohga rolled off of him, letting himself thud onto the sand like a fat sand seal (but like, in a sexy way). They both sat there for a moment, covered in cum and the smell of the sea, just staring at the moon. It was so awful and romantic.

“Sooga?”

“Yes?”

“I have so much sand up my ass.”

“....me too.”

[roninhunt0987]

Sushi Time Night

Sushi Time Night

By: Roninhunt0987

X3 an idea Nekorockstarninja told me on,.. X3 the premise is that Suzuki takes everyone out to a sushi place that she knows of with a small prize contest if ya eat 5 plates of sushi ya get a small prize... Suzuki once attempted to do it on her but couldn't it but this time she brought back up which happens to be the ragtag Cast members of mine that will be aiding Suzuki to get what she needs... XD hilarity will ensue

Characters(C)belongs to their rightful owners

-that night in town-

Suzuki: -opens the doors to the Sushi place as she heads inside with the others- ^^ this is the Sushi place I spoke of... ^^; where I ate like 40 plates of Sushi and got some small prizes out of it... I tried to do it alone but couldn't do it... ^^ so yea Merrick: hehe -sniffs the air of the place- ^^ heh reminds me the time when I was a lil kid Espio's uncle Seraph brought my siblings and I with Espio to a Sushi place similar to this one

Espio: heh... brings back memories doesn't it?? Merrick: it really does

Espio: to this very day I still miss my uncle but he did raise ya well

Suzuki: wait wha

Jared: when Merrick's village got attacked Uncle Yamato told them to find a person named Seraph who happens to be Espio's uncle... Both Merrick and Espio grew up as kids so they're pretty close

Suzuki: oh wow I had no idea

Espio: now ya know Suzuki

Merrick: soon after Espio's uncle passed we split ways on our own.. we didn't get back together until the meterex war happened and worked together with tails and the others on the war effort I was just glad to See Espio again but hanging with Vector and Charmy,, ^^; dunno how he ended up with them but they're an okay sort when I met them I was quite unsure at the time but sometime after the war I accepted them as friends... any friend of Espio is my friend those were my words when I accepted them... ^^; well as for Espio paying rent I usually see him at the door delivering pizza...

Espio: uhm.... ya back when... uhhh Tails broke his arm and leg at the time when Miss Marine was around at the time... I wonder whatever happened to that girl?? Shadow: heh... who knows Marine The Raccoon: O.o there was a girl after my name

Tails: mmhmm when I had that extreme gear mishap I got badly injured both of em got me home and had me patched up

Espio: she was the one who greeted me at the door at the time when I delivered the pizza... told her why that I had to pay rent because Vector kept going broke

Merrick: this was way before I got my cybernetic enhancements at the time btw

Waitress: -sees Suzuki is here again and sees the big crowd thats with her- O.o oh wow I never knew I am seeing this the ragtag band of the Katos and Prowers and also others also... uhh follow me to the big room for a huge crowd and we'll be with ya shortly

Suzuki: alrighty

Roberto: -walks on over as he also owns this sushi place also- ahhh.. Merrick good to see you again -insert borderlands 3 character introduction of his full name which is Roberto Jaime Scott: Martial Artist, Bodyguard of Yuri Niko and Japanese Restaurant related business man-

Merrick: ahh Roberto didn't know ya own this sushi place also besides the main ones

Roberto: mmhmm I might say Suzuki really loves this place specially the idea that every 5 plates of sushi ya get a small prize and seems like she wants to get more prizes and for y'all to have a chance also Jared: thats why were here Roberto

Connor The Wolf: -walks on in- Oh hey Dad -insert borderlands 3 character introduction of his name Connor the Wolf: adopted son of merrick and Kimiko, Bodyguard of Yuri Niko, Warrior, Marksman, Mage and with a heart of gold- What ya guys doing here??

Merrick: wondering the same thing kiddo

Shiro The Floofyshark: I can answer that -insert borderlands 3 introduction of his name Shiro The Floofyshark: main bodyguard of Yuri Niko, second husband of Yuri Niko and boss of Roberto and Connor- remember that chat I had with ya sir?? if ya remember ya Son and his friend Roberto have now officially been sworn in as Yuri Niko's bodyguards

Misha: wait.. if ya here... ^^ that also means Yuri and Her family is here

Shiro The Floofyshark: ^^ correct Misha she is in the same room that ya guys are heading into

Misha: X3 awesome

Suzuki: wait hold up whos Yuri Niko Misha: X3 one of my best friends and also neighborhood hehe Claretta will be glad to see me too

Suzuki: wait oh so thats who it was thats outside a lot with a cute unique colored Eevee and another floofyshark enjoying the summer weather each time I come by to visit

Misha: ^^ get this Yuri is a J-pop singer and I know how ya love J-pop Suzuki

Suzuki: ^^ awesome can't wait to meet her

-in the big room- Claretta Niko: -at the table and ears perks up as she is wearing her eevee hoodie and sees Misha- OwO

Yuri Niko: hu?? ^^ Misha whatcha doin here??? Misha: ^^ got invited by my friend suzuki

Claretta Niko: -runs to misha and hugs her and sees Suzuki and gets shy as she gets behind Misha-

Suzuki: ^^ hey its alright I don't bite

Misha: -does sign language with her to let her know Suzuki is a friend of hers-

Claretta Niko: -nods yes and does sign language of saying okay-

Suzuki: -watches carefully-

Mikey: .w. uhhh whats she doing

Raph: sigh... its called Sign language ya idiot

Suzuki: ohhh... Born deaf or born mute??

Misha: ^^ born mute... O.o she also has Autism/ADD and has panic attacks hence she has her eevee a lot... her Eevee is her service pokemon... ^^ its a special program for the disabled to have pokemon with them as their service pet... kinda like the service animals ya see around new york so yea

Suzuki: wow -smiles cutely and giggles- ^^ love ya eevee hoodie

Claretta Niko: -does sign language of saying thank you- ^^

Misha: ^^ she says thank you

Suzuki: ^^ your welcome

Yuri Niko: -walks on over- ^^ so ya must be Suzuki Misha told me a lot about ya and also into J-pop

Suzuki: ^^ hehe guilty as charged nice to meet ya

Yuri Niko: ^^ likewise

-as they got to the table-

Jessica Niko: ^^ so ya must be Suzuki I heard so much about.. ^^ my names Jessica Niko and this is my husband Raymond Niko.. Ray for short... ^^ we own a coffee shop in town... Misha is one of locals that comes by same goes with Misha The Coyote

Raymond Niko: ^^ well met

Jessica Niko: ^^ I see ya met Claretta already... over there is my son Harvey -mumbles to Suzuki so that Harvey won't hear- just be careful around him he has a bad habit of raiding girls undergarments and such don't worry his siblings always get to him on that

Suzuki: oof noted but don't worry my brothers will help

Yuri Niko: brothers???

Mikey: ^^ sup

Yuri Niko: O.o oh wow is that-

Misha: ^^ yup Suzuki's brothers is the TMNT... Janic was the first to meet them and we later on met them... ^^ the orange mask there is Mikey, the red mask is Raph

Yuri Niko: XD the hothead of the bunch

Raph: .w. ya she ain't kidding on that one

Yuri Niko: and the blue mask there is Leo which is the leader and the one in purple is the brainaic of the bunch Donnie

Leo: heh good guess

Donnie: ^^ yup brains of the bunch

Gen'ichi: names Gen'ichi, this is my wife Ninjara

Ninjara: -bows- hello

Yuri Niko: ohh the one Raph used to hang with

Raph: -blushes- uhhh ya

Ninjara: ^^ ya correct on that one

Gen'ichi: kids front in center

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori, Gen'ichi Jr and Lil Geni: -lines up sideways-

Ninjara: ^^ thats Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori, Gen'ichi jr and Lil Geni

Ran: ^^ Hoi

Rei: X3 heya

Reiko: ^^ hi

Rika: X3 heya

Miwa: ^^ hoi

Nori: ^^ heya

Gen'ichi Jr: ^^ hi hi

Lil Geni: ^^ hoi -sticks out her tongue cutely like a small blep while she is holding Suzuki's old plush-

Yuri Niko: ^^ so cute

Harvey Niko: ^^ hi my names Harvey Niko and-

Yuri Niko: .w. don't even try to ask her about that knucklehead ya know we get on ya behind on that right?? Harvey Niko: .w. darn it

Keira Niko: -rolls eyes- oi... ^^ hi my names Keira good to meet ya

Hayato Niko: my names Hayato well met

Ryu Niko: my name is Ryu Niko I'm Jessica's older brother heh and also Yuri and her siblings uncle ya probably can tell we have a japanese background

Suzuki: ^^ I can tell hehe

Yuri Niko: ^^ I see ya already met Shiro, Connor and Roberto who are my bodyguards when I go on tour for my J-pop... ^^ also for a fact Connor and Roberto recently got sworn in as bodyguards to help Shiro out

Laurence: ^^ my names Laurence i'm Yuri's husband and this kiddo of mine is Zoey

Zoey Niko: hi

Suzuki: ^^ so cute

Waitresses: -gets green tea for everyone and such-

Waiters: -got everyones sushi plates for everyone to choose from-

Roberto: ^^ hehe the key of this if ya finish 5 plates of sushi ya get a small prize so enjoy

Honey The Rat/Zebra: hehe awesome -proceeds to use her chopsticks and such as she uses the Wasabi on her sushi and eats it and etc as she has extreme high tolerence from eating anything spice as she is immune to any spicy kick-

Mikey: O_O wha how... Wasabi supposed to light ya mouth on fire its called spicy mustard for a reason

Shadow: .w. mikey.... that because she has a unique extreme high tolerance to anything spice

Mikey: No way

Amber: ^^ way hehe

Mikey: .w.;;;; -thinking of a crazy idea-

Raph: .w. Mikey what are ya planning

Mikey: oh nothing just want to attempt something

Raph: .w. ya know any idea ya think of doing usually backfires in some bad way ya know that

Suzuki: .w. Raph whats mikey planning

Raph: .w. who knows... he's probably gonna attempt to eat a whole mouthful of wasabi

Mikey: :3

Raph: O_o oh no... he is isn't he

Mikey: -attempts it as he gets a mouthful of Wasabi in his mouth and swallows-

Raph, Suzuki, Leo and Donnie: .w. 3, 2, 1

Mikey: -randomly screams- AHHHHHHHHH!!! -runs around like an idiot as he flails his arms anime style in panic- AHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH OMG AHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Everyone: -facepalms-

Yuri Niko: don't tell me this is one of his dumb moments isn't it

Everyone: -in unison- Yes

Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori, Gen'ichi Jr and Lil Geni: -laughing at their uncle mikey as this was a funny moment and such-

Suzuki: ugh Mikey drink this

Mikey: -drinks it- uggh what is this...

Suzuki: its green tea it-

Mikey: oh hey my mouth is not on fire anymore

Suzuki: .w. exactly it helps with defusing the burns of the wasabi

Mikey: .w. ohhh

Suzuki: -looks to Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori, Gen'ichi Jr and Lil Geni- ^^ remember not to do that or in this case don't pull an Uncle Mikey moment

Mikey: >< HEY!!! Ran, Rei, Reiko, Rika, Miwa, Nori, Gen'ichi Jr and Lil Geni: -laughs-

Mikey: -chuckles- ya okay that was on me honestly

Raph: -gibbs slaps Mikey for it- .w. ya think Genius its no wonder ya being called a knucklehead at times

Shadow: .w. ya mean like knuckles

Knuckles: HEY WHAT THE HECK THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!

Tails: .w. uhm Knuckles remember that time ya got tricked for the first time by eggman when he yoinked the master emerald from ya when Sonic and I met ya the first time

Sonic: .w. ya dude ya even suckerpunched me while I was in super form

Knuckles: .w. sigh okay okay ya have a fair point there

Sonic: mmmhmm -drinks a lil bit of his Green tea-

Tails: -eating his sushi-

The others: -same-

-45 minutes later-

Everyone: -each got a prize thats given to Suzuki as for helping her out and such-

Roberto: ^^ well I do have to admit that was a wise decision to bring friends and family with ya to help eating the sushi and the prizes needed so when in doubt always have family and friends to help instead of taking it on alone

Suzuki: ^^ heh thanks

Merrick: ^^ the usual account that I usually pay for here Roberto and congrats to joining in helping Shiro with the bodyguard detail and uhh also my boy good on you of joining with Shiro on that detail also... ^^ so ya can get out more and such whenever Yuri goes on tour

Connor The Wolf: heh... thanks dad

Merrick: ^^ keep in mind when Yuri's band is in town expect us to be there so we can listen and watch

Yuri Niko: ^^ hehe count on it ya son will do a great job I just know he will

Merrick: ^^ of course and make sure he stays out of trouble also and make sure to have a calm mind and such... ^^; the boy has ADHD and Autism go figure

Connor The Wolf: ^^; ya pops has a point on that Yuri heh but don't worry Roberto will make sure I am kept in check hehe and Shiro also

Shiro The Floofyshark: heh ya damn right i'll make sure to do that

Roberto: indeed

Misha: ^^ so when ya tour

Yuri Niko: ^^ sometime around august or so however I do plan on coming here in town around october as the final spot before I go on break from my tour run so basically Megaville city is the final destination of my Tour around October and well... ^^ its gonna be on Your Birthday Misha

Misha: X3 Awesome I can't wait hehe

Yuri Niko: ^^ hehe yup

Shiro: -looks to Roberto and Connor- that means you two we got few weeks until august starts up... when August 1st starts up you two better be ready and also in gear got it.. our job is to make sure no one makes a move on Yuri or well in this case some random jackass decides to flirt on her... use of force is needed if the said person doesn't cooperate

Yuri Niko: .w. oh in this case if SP Vector decides to butt and such use of force is basically immediate

Roberto: ugggh ya mean the same jackass I had to ban last week from this establishment along with the other japanese places I own and etc

Connor The Wolf: =w= and the same numbskull who blew up my damn truck that my adopted parents got for me when I first got adopted

Yuri Niko: yup the very same cheap knock off of Vector who is also his sonic paradox counterpart if ya watched the sonic shorts collab series

Roberto: ohhh looking forward to it good thing I been practicing some new martial arts moves I can use on him

Connor The Wolf: and also the new Blade that Gladio gave me when he first fought against Giglamesh and passed it on to me since he wishes to keep using one of his older blades and such

Jared: wait what

Squall: gigalmesh... yes I know the guy when Odin went down he came into the picture and resumed doing Odin's job didn't know his name at the time but he seems to be obsessed with a certain sword... I think it was the Excalibur or somethin he didn't say

Cloud: wait Gladio fought him

Gladio: yup and also his pet also... seems the big guy really loves to fight on bridges

Jared: according to legend its considered tradition for him... huhn that explains why when I dueled Stupid Mario at the time thats also a bridge over some lava and etc

Merrick: and its also a wonder why we sometimes tell ya it was from too much video games that has him in it

Jared: .w. ya that explains it

Jennifer The Fox: -close to Yuri as she misses her parents as this was the go to place when she was a lil kid as her parents and herself went here a lot-

Yuri Niko: whats wrong??

Jennifer The Fox: I remember my parents and I went here in this very area

Roberto: ahhh I thought I recognize ya... my grandfather knew ya parents and you at the time... its a shame they been killed by a drive by shooter

Jennifer The Fox: uhm about that... he's already dead.. ^^ Misha took him out

Misha: .w. turned out it was the jackhole who participated the fall of my family's clan go figure

Roberto: ahh I thought so hence reason the streets near the coffee shop is quiet a lot now and also explains why my grandfather placed a memoriam shrine to honor them as their best customers...

Jennifer The Fox: is he still around

Roberto: ^^ as a matter of fact he is yes he's the one who got me to be who I am today on as I took of his job as he is retired now and still strong as an ox

Jennifer: ^^ can ya tell him I said hello and well... also thank you for doing the memorium shrines for them...

Roberto: ^^ i'll make sure to do that count on it

Suzuki: one more thing whos is gonna maintain the restaurants while ya away on bodyguard duty

Eos The Floofyshark: ^^ I can answer that... ^^ you see two metabots requested by Roberto will take over for a bit until october who also happens to make sure Claretta remains calm as those two happens to be her Metabots to protect her while Yuri is away

Roberto: ^^ yes that would be Foxsword and Foxuno they seem to have a nack of maintaining stuff besides what they do a lot at a delay basis they're gonna start doing my tasks sometime when Yuri begins her tour run and don't worry I already told Gramps on that detail already as he is aware that I am a sworn in Bodyguard for Yuri Niko during her tour he is actually proud of me after I told him

Eos The Floofyshark: ^^ mmhmm

Suzuki: ^^ good to know

Eos The Floofyshark: .w. they'll also make sure that SP Vector don't enter the building as they will use force if needed as a last resort

Roberto: oh ya and my grandfather knows about it too

Suzuki: thats good

Roberto: indeed

SP vector: -breaks through wall like the Kool-aid man- OH YA!!!

Roberto: ._.;;;;; SP Vector ya paying for the damage for that

SP Vector: .w. or else what

Shiro: .w. -gets out his desert eagle and shoots SP Vector in the balls- BLAM!!! SP Vector: OUGH!!! -on the floor- >< my overies

Claretta Niko: -sighs and does sign language of saying ya don't have any ya dingbat-

SP Vector: .w. what she say?? Raph: -facepalm- She said You don't any ya dingbat... what did ya fail sign language 101 or somethin punk

SP Vector: WHY DON'T YA SAY THAT TO MY FACE HOTSHOT!!! Raph: =w= oh its on...

Frenchie: 1 hour of pain later

SP Vector: -broken teeth and etc and in a dentist office- uggggh

TF2 Medic: :3 Next

SP Vector: AHHHHHHHHHH!!! -crashes through wall as he runs away-

TF2 Medic: -scratches the back of his head in confusion on why he did that and shrugs and calls the next patient in-

Scene: -does a smart fart noise of blacking out-

TFS Nappa: .w. the end

-XD END XD-

-RH0987 PRODUCTIONS 2021-

@otakuneko-lotus XD enjoy neko

[dazzledamazon]

Break Free 1/1

 Ella handed Hank his beer,”You are honestly telling me that you’ve never watched the original 1931 Dracula? Seriously?,” she asked him skeptically,

“Seriously,” he smirked, taking a swig of beer,

“I can lend you my dvd. There’s two versions. The Bela Lugiosi version and a Spanish version filmed at night on the exact sets after the other crew left. I’ve watched it. Pretty cool,” Ella grinned.

“You watched the Spanish version? Have you been teasing me the whole time saying you didnt speak Spanish?,” he asked suspiciously,

“Nope. Subtitles,” she grinned. “I’d never lie to yall,” she laughed, “You never did answer my question big guy. Ya wanna borrow my copy? Has special features and everything.”

“How about you bring it over and we do movie night at my place?,” Hank quietly asked.

He shyly looked at her. They had flirted but neither had done anything about it. She was really shy. Ella’s blond hair fell in front of her face, She looked at him from under her lashes, her smile lit up her face.

“Sounds like a plan. You just tell me the time and place.”

Before Hank could say anything, Riz yelled something at him and Ella’s cell rang. The smile quickly fell from her face after she answered it. 

“Hold on,” her normally soft voice became sharp,

Hank put his hand on hers, “El, you ok?”

She smiled at him,”Yeah, I have to take this real quick, Family bullshit, I’ll be right back,” she said, grabbing a beer, kissing his cheek and basically running out of the bar.

Hank joined Bishop, Riz and Taza at a table. They’d all watched their brother finally make a move on Ella only for this call to disturb the mood.All of them knew what it meant when Ella left taking a call from her family. She was related to Emily Galindo distantly, somehow. Like 5th or 6th cousin twice removed. 

“Think she’ll be ok?”, Taza asked.

“Hope so, El is so damn loyal to them. They treat her like a piece of fuckin shit. Yet they keep calling her,”Bishop sighed.

Ella had worked at the clubhouse as bartender for about 5 years. Every family holiday she spent alone. Always given excuses as to why she couldn;t be allowed to celebrate with them. One of the guys found out that Ella was the blacksheep of that family. Always had been. It was something about her father. No one really knew why especially her. She was the oldest of her siblings. 

“Your sister is getting married next week.”

Ella took a huge sip of her beer,”Why am I being told now?”

“There was no reason to tell you, Not until we got the RSVP’s back. And there was actually room.”

Ella had the speaker on, The woman screamed into the phone. Making sure she could hear every word, She sat as far away from the clubhouse as possible so the guys couldnt hear her. Never wanted them to know. 

“Mrs. Shear, I will try to be there. I have a job. I cant just take off at a moment;s notice.”

“Hmph. You mean a useless bartender can’t get a day off? Talk to them where they can understand. You should be with your own kind.”

Ella’s jaw set angrily. The guys were incredible people. Much better, no human. nothing like those plastic, unfeeling bastards where she was from. Only one thing had ever been taught to her, loyalty. Loyalty to family. The Mayans were the same. But what she never knew was there was a limit to that loyalty. 

“My own kind? As what? Galindo’s maid? or lower,” she mumbled.

“What did you say to me?”, her mother’s voice angrily boomed from the cell phone’s tiny speaker.

“I’ll try. Is there anything else Mrs Shears?”, Ella asked sweetly, wanting to vomit.

Her fingers tightening around the edge of the table so hard they were turning white. Angry tears started to fall. The phone clicked off. Ella sat at the table with her head in her hands. The phone rang again.

“Yes Mrs. Shears,?” she asked, 

“Watch your tone. If you don’t come, you’re disowned. Show up alone, you’re disowned. Doubt we will see you.’

Tears fell. Before she could say a word, Hank sat next to her. Hugging her, he leaned close to the phone.

“We will be there Ma’mm.”

“Hank...no,’ she said, quietly in shock,.

He shook his head,”Ella and I will be there. Send us the directions. Good day,” as he hung up.

“Hank... no,”

He looked at her,”I’m going with you. No arguments.”

“Hank no, They way she will treat you. You are too special to me. You dont deserve it. Please stay here,” she pleaded.

“I know all about them. I’m going.”

“Thank you but if you change your mind it’s ok.”

“I won’t,” Hank said, hugging her tightly.

Bishop, Riz and Taza watched them.

“Think this will end well for our girl?,” Riz asked.

Taza grinned,”Her family, hell no. Ella and Hank, maybe.”

“The minute they see him, they’ll disown her. He won’t be rich enough for them. Maybe that’s what our little sister needs,” Bishop replied.”She’s loyal to people who don’t love her. Maybe it’s about time Hank got off his ass and told how much he does,” he chuckled.

The day arrived. They got to the hotel next to the church. The hotel, due to the wedding and several other events in town, was sold out. Only room available was next to the boiler and one bed. But it was paid for as part of the wedding party, which shocked Ella. She’d been really quiet the whole day.

“El are you ok?”

She nodded,”Yeah. It’s just kinda weird to be back here after all this time.”

“How long?”

“Six years. The last Christmas before my Grandma died. After that I moved. Got a job bartending for a bunch of ruffians who are just a bunch of great guys,” she smiled.

“Don’t let it get around huh? Might ruin our image. Go and change. It’ll be ok,” he said giving her a tight hug.

“Thank you”

Ella walked out wearing a knee length, sleeveless cobalt blue dress. Her blonde hair in a loose braid. Hank was floored.

“You’re stunning.”

“Thank you Hank. You’re not so bad yourself handsome,” she said, admiring him in the black blazer and ensemble.

After the ceremony and purposely being seated in the very last pew, they got to the reception.

“Ella are you sure you want to stay,?” Hank asked, seeing the disapproving looks she’d gotten.

“Just a few minutes. Then I want to take my handsome date out,” she said, a blush appearing on her face.

“Dance with me,” he said, holding out his hand.

They slow danced until a throat loudly cleared behind them.

“Cinderella,you know never to dance with the help. It’s embarrassing to me,” her mother said.

“Mother, Hank is MY DATE and MY best friend.”

Hank took her hand in his tightly,pulling her as close to him as possible,”Mrs Spears, beautiful wedding.”

“How dare you bring him!”

“You don’t even know him you fucking bitch.”

Hank and her mother’s eyes both widened in shock. Ella could curse but it was rare. She’d never cursed at her mother before but treating Hank that way did it. She’d defend him and any of the Mayans. Her real family.

“You want respect you’ve never given. Love you don’t deserve. I’ve been loyal to this family because I was supposed to. Bitch it’s supposed to go both ways. Take these “family” heirlooms fake jewelry more like it, and shove em your ass. It’ll be the most action you’ve had in years,” she hissed,” taking the bracelet, necklace and ring off and throwing them into her slice of cake.

Unless you were up close like Hank was, you’d have thought they were just chatting happily.

“Just like your father. Running away with the first person who gives you attention,” she said with venom. Throwing her glass of champagne in Ella’s face ,” Leave you have no family”

“Yes she does. She’s got me,” Hank replied, pulling her close, before leading her out of the reception and to their room.

They walked into the room. Ella started to apologize when Hank put a finger to her lips.

“Don’t.”

“She shouldn’t have spo..”

Hank put a finger to her lips,”Id have come anyway. You have an actual family that loves you. We will always be there.”

“I know that now. I guess I was scared after them, that I’d be wrong. Bish, Taza,Riz, Creepie, Angel, Coco, Gilly,Chucky, EZ. And definitely you Hank.”

Hank kissed her,” I love you Ella. My Princesa.”

“I love you my Prince Charming in a cut. Always have.”

“Change beautiful. I want to show off my lioness. MY girl. Take you on a real date. Before we have to go back home,” he said kissing her forehead.

She beamed at him,”I wanna show off my man”

The next afternoon when they got back, after Hank told them about what happened with her mother, she hugged the guys.

“I missed my real familia, you knuckleheads, but I came back with my man,” she said kissing Hank, as the guys cheered and she flipped them off.

@everyhowlmarksthedead @chibsytelford

@basickassandra @elcococruz @samcrobae @mayans-mc @shameless-pope @arveeee @hermankopusortizorsumshite

[vannahfanfics]

Hello dear 💕, I hope your head ache leaves soon!! Here’s a blurb that occurred to me, can you imagine how HECTIC it would be if Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper all had a sugar rush aboard the Sunny? Imma send you big hugs !!! ✨🥺

Oh, lordie. One of them having a sugar rush would be bad enough, but the three stooges of the Straw Hat Pirates? That’s liable to give anyone a headache! Color me inspired, so, I present: 

Straw Hat Sugar Rush Headcanons

Dear Lord, save the rest of the crew. At a routine island stop our three little knuckleheads stumbled across a candy shop and wasted all of Nami’s well-stolen earned Belli on a stash of candy. No one knows how they managed to sneak a genuine sack full of the goods onto the ship, but they did- and discovered them hiding out in the bowels of the ship surrounded by candy wrappers and absolutely bouncing off the walls.

Luffy’s hyper under normal circumstances, and so pumping him full of sweets sends him into warp-drive. Constantly babbling his train of thought (which more consists of eight trains of thought colliding into absolute nonsense), he’s an absolute maniac. Luffy is also exceptionally gullible in this state, way more than usual, and so he’ll take any dare with no regard for his personal safety- something which Usopp definitely takes advantage of. Daring Luffy to do absolutely anything to mess with Sanji’s kitchen is a go-to, and so Luffy finds himself on the pointy end of the cook’s kitchen knife at least ten times throughout the episode. Another couple of fun and dangerous dares include pilfering Nami’s tangerine trees or hiding Zoro’s katanas in random places. 

Believe it or not, sugar makes Usopp more daring. This self-proclaimed Brave Warrior of the Sea wants to see some reckless acts, and this leads to both him and Luffy going absolutely nuts doing stupid shit. His tinkering skills reach a peak point under the sugary influence, too, so he can literally slam together any old gadget in a matter of ten minutes, and their remarkably sound. So, this leads to utter mania on deck because he’s chasing Luffy around with a homemade flamethrower or testing out a Sea King attractor (which works, leading to them hooting and hollering and getting into a fight with the big fish). Nami laments Usopp’s newfound boldness. 

Chopper kind of gets this thousand-yard stare as the sugar rush sets in, this blissed-out look on his face like he’s reached nirvana and become the next Buddha. Then he goes absolutely hog-wild- non-stop giggling and zooming around almost to the point that he defies gravity and runs up walls. It leads to many a game of tag with Luffy and Usopp because they just can’t catch the fast little bastard! He absolutely cannot focus, either; he goes completely squirrel-brained, and will start up one task only to abandon it because something shiny has caught his attention. Someone has constantly got to manage him because he’ll leave the tap on or jump in Sanji’s kitchen because he has the absolute need to make cookies and he’ll leave the oven running, completely empty with half-made cookie dough still in the bowl. 

Chopper is the first to crash; his tiny body just can’t sustain the energy. He’ll be giggling one second and then face-first on the desk snoring the next, just an instantaneous switch. Usopp’s decline is more gradual. He kinda gets that delirious, rambly, drunk kind of sleepy before nodding off wherever he can find a spot- on the table, on a barrel, he even fell asleep in the netting of the ship once (and then he fell off the boat and got a very cold splash of a wake-up call). Luffy gets lazy and huggy as his blood sugar levels drop. He’ll fall all over anyone nearby and demand that they hold him because he’s sleepy, and if one waits too long to shove him off, boom, he’s passed out. 

Needless to say, the crew tries to monitor their sugar intake levels lest chaos ensues. Sometimes Zoro gets bored though and gives them a sack load just to relieve the monotony, though, which has earned him in hot water plenty-a-time. 

[cocastyle]

Silver Cat

Pairing - Steve Harrington x platonic!reader

Word Count - 4,730

A/N - just some cute Steve and Y/N dynamic duo going on :) my requests are still open, so you are welcome to message me if you would like something written! I write for so many different fandoms and there are some that I haven’t even written for yet that I plan on writing for so just let me know which fandom it is and I will let you know if I write for them :) I hope you all enjoy!

Request - hey if youre taking requests do u mind doing a y/n Fic where she’s part of the scoops troop in s3 and she helps them w the russian codes and stuff (with a lil platonic!steve and reader)? @the-story-of-the-tucks

"Have a nice day," Robin Buckley muttered as she stuck her stiff arms out to the couple in front of her, two ice cream cones in her hands.

The couple quickly grabbed the ice cream, ignoring the look of pure boredom on Robin's face before the girl exclaimed happily, "Thank you!" Robin just gave them a forced smile in response.

The couple moved out of the way to reveal the smiling face of a young boy, his curly hair sticking out from underneath his hat while his smile was so wide that Robin couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his face. "Hi!" the boy said excitedly.

Robin perked up slightly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as she said back, "Hi."

"I'm Dustin," the boy told her as if it would answer all of her questions.

Robin just looked at the boy in amusement and confusion before replying, "I'm Robin."

"Pleasure to meet you," Dustin smiled. "Uh, is—is he here?"

"Is who here?" Robin questioned, her amusement fading as she gave the boy a look of pure confusion.

At that moment the back door to Scoops Ahoy shot open and Robin let out a small sigh as she realized who Dustin was talking about. "Henderson!" Steve Harrington excitedly exclaimed, the two boys instantly laughing in joy as Steve came bounding over to Dustin.

"Henderson! He's back! He's back!" Steve exclaimed, excited to finally see his young friend who had been away at camp for so long.

"I'm back!" Dustin confirmed, earning a huge grin from Steve. "You got the job!"

"I got the job!" Steve said before imitating a trumpet and rushing the rest of the way over to Dustin. Robin raised both eyebrows in amusement as she watched the two boys perform what must have been their handshake which ended with a lightsaber battle and Steve bleeding his guts out everywhere before the two laughed. Robin was about to question the older boy about Dustin when a voice broke out from the front of the store.

"Shit, is that you, Harrington?" a voice called out, amusement evident in their voice.

All three quickly turned to look at where the voice was coming from to see a young girl around Dustin's age standing at the front of the store, a fresh set of white converse on her feet, mom jeans, a yellow shirt and a denim jacket tossed lazily over one shoulder. The girl popped a piece of chewing gum and Robin chuckled, already liking the girl despite not even knowing her.

"Y/N L/N, well shit," Steve muttered, the two staring at each other in silence before breaking out into grins and running over to each other. Y/N was in the older boy's arms within a matter of seconds and Steve instantly spun her around, laughter escaping both of their lips as they hugged each other for the first time in weeks.

"Woah, how come I didn't get a welcome like that?" Dustin complained while Steve set the young girl back on the ground.

"When you've know each other as long as we have, you're bound to get a welcoming like ours," Y/N explained before she glanced over at her friend with a smile. "Besides, don't act like I didn't flip my shit when you got back yesterday."

Dustin chuckled and shook his head at the girl, memories of how Y/N had literally screamed before tackling the boy to the ground in a hug flashing through his head. Both of the teens had been away at camp for the past couple of weeks—Dustin having attended a science camp while Y/N went to a big music camp—so they had missed each other immensely.

Both had wanted nothing more than the get back home and reunite with their friends, but so far their friends had ditched them and left them to dry pretty much. That left just Dustin and Y/N and the two had decided to go see Steve that day after Dustin had mentioned needing to tell them both something. However, Y/N had to stop by the restroom before going to Scoops which was why Dustin had arrived before her.

"How many children are you friends with?" Robin suddenly asked, breaking the three from their thoughts and thus making them turn to look at the older girl who was looking at Steve in amusement.

Y/N chuckled softly and Steve sent her a small glare before he looked between Dustin and Y/N and then gestured towards Robin as if that was all the explaining he had to do.

This only made Y/N laugh louder and Steve rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing the girl and giving her a noogie which only ended up making the two laugh while Dustin and Robin watched the two interact in amusement.

Yeah, it was definitely good to be home.

- - -

"No, no. No way," Y/N muttered as she shook her head, shoveling some more ice cream into her mouth as she glanced up at her curly haired friend.

"Hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Steve questioned, his eyes showing Dustin his disbelief. The boy quickly shook his head and leaned back besides Y/N his arm around the seat behind her. "No."

"Mm-hmm," Dustin hummed. "Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth."

Y/N and Steve both scrunched up their noses in disgust and glanced at each other while Dustin wasn't looking. Y/N then just let out a small sigh of disbelief and ate another spoonful of ice cream, leaving Steve to deal with Dustin.

"Wow. Yeah, that's great," Steve managed to get out. "Proud of you, man. That's so—that's kinda romantic. That's like wow."

Dustin just smiled in response and Y/N and Steve shared another look before quickly looking towards the boy who had began to talk. "Hm. So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies," Steve told them while Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin called our earning a giggle from Y/N while Steve looked to his coworker in annoyance.

"I like her," Y/N said as she smiled in Robin's direction.

Steve gave them young girl a pointed look before saying, "Ignore her,"

"She seems cool," Dustin argued.

"She's not," Steve muttered quickly. "So, where are the other knuckleheads?"

Y/N huffed at that before sticking her spoon into her ice cream sundae and looking to Steve. "They ditched us yesterday," she said, a pissed off expression on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"No," Steve said in disbelief.

"Yeah, our first day back. Can you believe that shit?" Dustin asked while Y/N let out another huff and leaned against the curly haired boy's shoulder.

"Whoa. Seriously?" Steve questioned.

"I swear to God," Y/N frowned, thinking of how the group had all welcomed her home with open arms before ditching her at home.

Dustin noticed the girl's long face and used his free hand to pat the top of head that was leaning on his shoulder. "They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in our glory," Dustin assured the two.

"Glory? What glory?" Steve asked, his eyes flickering between the two before stopping on Y/N who merely shrugged in response, not knowing what Dustin was talking about.

"So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie-" Dustin began as he scooted closed to the two, leaning in slightly as he began to lower his voice. "And uh-"

Steve and Y/N blinked as they stared at Dustin who whispered something so low that they couldn't process it. Dustin glanced up at the two and he almost chuckled at how similar they looked. It was a surprise to all that the two weren't actually related, their mannerisms and even some of their features being quite similar.

Steve and Y/N continued to stare at Dustin blankly for a second before they both asked, "What?"

Dustin clicked his tongue in response and sighed as he whispered, "Uh-" His voice got low again as he whispered and the two were left staring at him blankly once again.

"Just speak louder," Y/N finally said.

Getting annoyed, Dustin looked at the row before yelling out, "I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Immediately, all eyes were on him and Y/N and Steve both looked at the boy with wide eyes.

"Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what we thought you said," Steve muttered as they watched everyone go back to what they had been doing before. "What-What does that mean?"

"It means, Steve, we could be heroes. All three of us. True American heroes," Dustin explained.

"I'm in," Y/N replied almost immediately, the idea of getting to deal with Russians and hang out with her two best friends being enough to have her on board.

"Woah. Woah. Hold your roll, kid," Steve said as he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "American heroes?"

Dustin nodded his head. "Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more," Dustin told him.

"More?" Steve asked.

"More," Dustin said with a nod.

"I like more," Steve muttered.

"And you'd get to spend more time with your favorite person in the whole wide world!" Y/N exclaimed as she tossed her arms around Steve's neck and hugged him, squishing her face against his making Steve give her an annoyed look while Dustin chuckled at the two.

"Eh, you're okay," Steve shrugged making Y/N look at him in fake shock. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! All the ladies in the world and I get to hang out with you two knuckleheads? That does sound pretty nice." His eyes then flickered to Dustin. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, I just need your help," Dustin told them.

"With what?" Y/N asked.

Dustin gave her a soft smile before reaching into his bag and pulling out a small book, the sight of it making Y/N's eyes light up while Steve looked indecisive.

"Translation."

- - -

Y/N sat silently with her feet propped up against the table as she leaned back in her chair, Russian voices swirling into her ears and through her head while her foot lightly swung to whatever tune was in the background of the recording.

When the recording stopped, Dustin glanced up at his two friends and gestures towards the small recording device, "So what do you think?"

"It sounded familiar," Steve said making Y/N turn around to look at the boy in surprise.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"The music. The music right there at the end," Steve explained.

"Harrington, you're supposed to be listening to the Russian, not the music," Y/N sighed as she shook her head at the boy. He only shrugged while eating his banana.

"Y/N's right! Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music," Steve complained.

"You never could multitask," Y/N sighed earning a playful glare from the older boy that had her sending a sly smile in his direction.

"All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there," Robin announced as she walked into the back room of Scoops Ahoy. Her eyes then landed on the small whiteboard that used to have a bunch of tally marks on them, but now had translations. "Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds."

"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data," Dustin assured her.

"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?" Robin asked.

All three of their eyes widened. Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Robin as she whispered to the boys beside her, "How does she know about the Russians?"

"I don't know," Steve muttered.

"You told her about-" Dustin began, looking to Steve in annoyance.

"It wasn't me," Steve insisted.

"Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You three are extremely loud," Robin told them making the three frown in response. "You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than you do. Sound about right?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at that, already liking Robin more and more by the minute. "I've said it once and I will say it again, I like her," the girl said as she pointed towards Robin who sent her a small smile.

"Yeah, no," Steve muttered as he pushed Y/N's hand back down, not liking the idea of Robin being some sort of role model for the girl who he was used to having look up to him for so long. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he would never admit it.

Steve and Robin seemed to be having a staring contest before Robin suddenly lunged for the recorder. Steve was quick and had the device in his hands within seconds, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna hear it," Robin told them as if it were obvious.

"Why?" the trio asked, although Y/N's was more out of curiosity while Dustin and Steve wanted to know what Robin's motive was.

"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know," Robin told them.

"Russian?" Dustin asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day," Robin replied.

"Oh-ho-ho! Holy shit!" Steve exclaimed making Y/N snort before bursting into a round of laughter.

The older boy glanced over at her and she pretended to wipe away tears as she said, "That was Pig Latin, Harrington. Not Russian."

Robin smirked and Steve watched with a frown on his face as the two girls fist bumped before muttering in unison, "Idiot."

"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me," Robin assured them.

Y/N glanced between the boys and Robin before nudging Dustin who was sitting beside her. "Come on, let her help," Y/N pleaded before she looked up at Steve and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Steve, please."

Dustin glanced back at Steve and gave him a small shrug to tell him that he really didn't care, that it was up to Steve. The older boy's eyes flickered over to Y/N and he sighed at the sight of her. "Fine," Steve mumbled causing Y/N to let out a squeal of excitement before she jumped out of her seat to hug the boy.

Steve's look of annoyance slowly melted away as he looked down at the girl. "Okay, squirt. No need to go soft on me now," Steve jokingly said as he patted her head. Y/N just smiled up at him and pulled away before returning to her seat. Steve glanced at her once more before looking to Robin who was holding out the scooper with a smirk on her face.

"Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit," Robin told him. "I'm just bored."

- - -

Y/N was half asleep by the time they finally started to make any progress with the recording. Her head was lying against Dustin's shoulder, the boy trying to move as little as possible as to not wake her up.

It wasn't until Robin suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, that last part, just one more time," that Y/N jerked awake and Dustin was finally able to move his arm which had started to fall asleep.

"Okay," Dustin said as he quickly rewinded the recording before letting it play again.

"Okay, that word," Robin pointed at the recording, Dustin quickly stopping it as the two kids looked up at the girl. "Um. . .It's pronounced "dly-nna-ya"."

"Dly-nna-ya," Dustin and Y/N both muttered as if they fully understood what she was saying.

"Which is spelled. . .D. . .D. . .D. . .D. . ." Robin muttered as she quickly ran to the table while Dustin and Y/N moved to the whiteboard.

"The. . .the chair," Y/N said as she pointed towards the weird symbol.

"The chair-looking thingy," Dustin agreed.

"Yeah, okay," Robin muttered as she flipped through the book. She then suddenly froze before looking up at the two in excitement. "We've got our first sentence."

"Oh, seriously?" Dustin said in excitement while Y/N shook the boy's shoulders and leaned against him, a huge grin on her face.

"Yeah," Robin told them before speaking in her best Russian accent, "The week is long."

Both Y/N and Dustin's faces fell. "Well, that's thrilling," Y/N muttered.

"I know," Robin told her, giving the two kids a sympathetic smile. "But, progress." The two nodded in agreement.

"Progress."

- - -

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked as she looked up at Steve who was standing beside her. The two stared at each other for a second before looking back to the whiteboard with their arms crossed in front of their chests and their heads titling to the side.

Shaking his head, Steve put a hand on the girl's shoulder and began to walk out of the store, knowing that it was late, the mall was closed, and he needed to get her home. Dustin and Robin followed behind and the four were all silent as they tried to figure out what it meant.

"I mean, it can't be right. Did we do something wrong?" Y/N finally asked as she watched Steve close up shop.

"No. It's right," Robin assured her.

"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin said causing Y/N to look at her friend confused.

"How is this great news?" Steve asked with a chuckle of disbelief. "I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific," Dustin told them. Y/N's eyes widened in realization before she hurried over to Dustin's side. She grabbed his arm to stop him from walking any further before whispering to him, "You think it's code?"

Dustin nodded, "It's obviously a code."

"What do you mean, a code?" Steve asked, having eavesdropped on the two.

"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin explained.

"That's a total stretch," Steve muttered in disbelief.

"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked.

"You're buying into this?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon"? And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?" Robin asked.

"Exactly," Dustin said whole Y/N just looked to Steve and muttered, "She's got a point."

"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" Robin asked again. "So I guess that confirms your suspicion."

"Evil Russians," Dustin and Y/N both nodded before giving each other a fist bump.

"I can't believe I'm about to agree with these strange children, but, yeah, totally evil Russians," Robin agreed.

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges," Robin replied.

"A pattern. Right, like maybe "silver cat" is a meeting place?" Y/N suggested.

"Or a person," Dustin said.

"Or a weapon," Y/N listed off.

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but-" Robin began, but that was when Y/N noticed that Steve wasn't following behind them anymore.

"Uh. . .where's Steve?" Y/N asked. "He's kind of my ride home and losing him would be a bad idea right about now."

Not to mention she always got a sort of bad feeling whenever her friends disappeared. It had been happening ever since Will was kidnapped and taken into the Upside Down, but even though she knew the gate was closed, she still had a sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen. So Steve suddenly not being by her side was making her feel a little on edge.

Dustin seemed to notice this and he frowned before quickly looking around, his eyes locking on Steve who was a little ways away. "There he is," Dustin said and Y/N quickly turned before letting out a small sigh of relief. She didn't even hesitate before running back towards the boy who was kneeling down beside one of the kid rides that were littered around the mall.

"Harrington, what the hell?" Y/N muttered causing Steve to look up and see the small hint of relief and worry that was in her eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered once he realized what must have been going through her head. He then looked back to the ride and began to rummage through his pockets while Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Steve frowned as he looked at the change in his pocket. "Uh, it's a quarter. I need. . ." he paused and looked over at the girl. "Do you have a quarter?"

Roving chuckled as she walked up with Dustin by her side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?" Robin asked.

"Quarter!" Steve yelled in frustration before Robin tossed a quarter at him. The boy hugged and quickly bent down and put the quarter into the machine, the group of four watching as the machine sputtered to life before the horse ride began to move.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" Robin joked, not expecting Steve to turn around and shush her almost immediately.

Dustin chuckled, but Y/N could tell by the look on Steve's face that he was trying to think so she glanced at Robin and Dustin before whispering, "Guys, just shut up, okay? I think he's on to something."

"More like on something," Robin muttered before her and Dustin chuckled, but a deadly glare from Y/N had the two both shutting up.

The three then turned their attention back to Steve and the ride before they suddenly seemed to recognize the music that was softly playing with the ride.

"Holy shit," Y/N muttered before Steve looked up at her. The two both grinned before saying in unison, "The music."

"The music!" Dustin exclaimed in realization as he quickly took off his backpack and dug around for the recording. He eventually found it and began to play the recording again, the music instantly lining up with the ride in front of them.

"I don't understand," Robin told them.

"It's the exact same song on the recording," Dustin explained.

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia," Robin suggested.

"'Indiana Flyer'? I don't I don't think so. This code, it didn't come from Russia," Steve told them. "It came from here."

"Well shit."

- - -

"God, my brain hurts," Y/N muttered as she stared at the paper in front of her. Robin chuckled softly as she took a sip of her drink before saying, "Same."

"How come Steve and Dustin get to go chase down Russian bad guys while we are stuck back here trying to crack the code," Y/N complained.

"Cause the world is sexist," Robin replied with a shrug. "But even if it wasn't, do you honestly think they would have a better chance of cracking the code over the two of us?"

Y/N chuckled at that, already understanding what point Robin was trying to make. "Okay, I see what you're saying. But still. . .I'm starting to get a migraine from all this thinking. It's supposed to be summer, so why do I feel like I'm still in school?" Y/N asked.

Robin gave the girl a small smile before nodding towards the paper. "Could you read it out loud to me again, please?" she asked.

Y/N sighed but nodded in response. "The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," Y/N said.

"Tread lightly?" Robin muttered as she tried to figure out what that could mean.

A knock on the back door made the two freeze and Y/N set the notebook down before following Robin over to the back door to find a man standing there with a box in hand.

"Delivery for you," the man said.

"Thank you," Robin told him as she quickly signed a paper and took the box.

"Have a nice day," the man said before turning to leave.

Robin was looking down at the box and absentmindedly muttered, "Yeah, you too." She then began to close the door, but that was when Y/N's eyes caught sight of something that had her gasping and going to open the door again.

"Hey!" Robin exclaimed as she watched Y/N run into the small alley that was behind the shops.

Y/N ignored the older girl, her eyes latched on the jacket that the man had on that had a silver lynx on the back. "Silver cat," Y/N muttered in disbelief before her eyes widened. "Silver cat!"

She quickly shoved past Robin who was looking at her confused before she grabbed the notebook and began to run out of Scoops Ahoy. On the way, she passed Dustin and Steve who were just heading back.

"Y/N! You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," Steve laughed.

Dustin looked to the boy in shock before pointing at him and saying, "You did too."

"No, I did not," Steve began to argue, but Y/N ignored them and ran right past them causing the two to fall silent and look after her.

Robin came running up at that minute and Steve looked to the girl with a frown. "What's wrong with the kid? What'd you do?" he asked a little protectively.

"I didn't do anything," Robin replied defensively. "She just ran out."

The three then looked back to see that Y/N was now standing on top of a sitting area in the middle of mall. She slowly spun around in circles as she mumbled to herself, "A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice."

Her eyes then locked on the Chinese food place and her eyes lit up, "A trip to China sounds nice!" She then glanced at the notebook for the next part and whispered, "If you tread lightly. If you tread. . .If you tread. . ." Her eyes latched onto a shoe store and she laughed softly to herself. "If you tread lightly."

"When. . .when blue and yellow meet in the west," Y/N muttered the last part to herself. She looked around before her eyes caught sight of the huge clock  in the mall that had a blue and a yellow hand. "When blue meets yellow in the west!"

"Y/N," a voice said and the girl looked down to see Dustin, Steve, and Robin standing there. Steve gave the girl a concerned look before saying, "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

Y/N smiled and quickly got down before going over to Steve and grabbing onto his arms. "I cracked it," she told him, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Cracked what?" Steve asked.

"I cracked the code!" Y/N exclaimed as she shook the boy's arms. She didn't even give him time before she let out a small squeal and hugged him. The boy stood there in shock before glancing over at Robin and Dustin who looked back at him with wide eyes.

Steve slowly wrapped his arms around the young girl to hug her back as he let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"Well shit."

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GF - Where the Crop Circles Grow ch.8

Summary: When things get out of hand at the Pines’ family farm, Ford asks an old college buddy to assist investigating anomalies and Stan hires a farmhand. Who knew asking for help would actually get you somewhere?

Jackie and the AU belong to @lemonfodrizzleart. 

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ch.7 - ch.9

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Ford tapped his chin with his pen, his eyes glued to the chalkboard filled with maps and notes. He was currently in the living room, since the parlor was now too full to work in, which annoyed Stan greatly. “Sixer, can’t you keep your freaky notes in your office?” He asked bitterly as he sat in his chair, his girlfriend on his lap and reading a book.

“I’m sorry, Stanley, I’ll move it back later, but I can’t stop this train of thought right now.”

“We’ve been at this for weeks,” Fiddleford said, at the card table with Tate and coloring pictures. “Maybe we should step back n’ take a break. Let the weirdness come t’us.”

“No, we’re close, I can taste it.” Ford said through his teeth, now lightly chewing his pen.

“What are you boys looking for, anyways?” Jackie asked, closing her book.

“Stanford’s convinced there’s a safe nestin’ ground for a lot o’ weird critters somewhere in the woods.” Fiddleford explained. “An Enchanted Forest, so t’speak.”

Stan snorted, but bit it back.

“It’s out there, somewhere,” Ford muttered. “If we could just find the gnomes again…”

“Nope, don’t even think about it.” Stan interrupted.

Ford sighed and turned to his friends and family, his head low. “We may… need to ask for additional assistance.”

“Who?” Jackie asked.

Stan’s eyes widened. “Oh, man.”

“Who?” Fiddleford asked.

“I know she has a lot on her plate right now, but she’s still our friend.” Ford said to his brother. “She knows those woods better than anyone in Gravity Falls. If she could just point us in the right direction…”

“She won’t do it.” Stan said, shaking her head. “You kinda hurt her feelings, knucklehead. I guess I kinda did, too. We should just leave her alone.”

“Who?” Jackie tried a second time. “Who’s help you need?”

Ford stared at Jackie and slowly pointed at her. “Hey… you’re a girl.”

“Gee, thanks for noticing.”

“No, I mean, if you come with us, she might offer her help to you…”

“Worth a shot, I guess.” Stan shrugged. “I owe her a visit. Promised I’d help her out and I kinda sorta haven’t been doing that.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m tired of soundin’ like an owl, so I won’t even ask anymore.” Fiddleford said annoyingly. “Y’all just go n’ talk to this lady feller already.”

Ford sighed once again and ran a hand through his hair. “I guess we don’t have a choice. Let’s go pay the piano store a visit.”

Jackie joined Stan and Ford in Stan’s car, riding passenger as Ford occupied the back seat. They drove down the dirt road out of the farm and through the woods to town, and they crossed the town until they were at the very edge of the woods. There stood a thick ranch-style building with a sign that said “Pianos For People” on it. Everything about the building seemed old and worn, like it was older than most buildings in town, but inside the three could see glistening pianos in the big main room, waiting to be played. On the door, a “closed” sign greeted them, it being Sunday, and so the twins led the way around the house.

Jackie saw a small flower garden of marigolds alongside the wall. There was a pile of muddy boots by the screendoor and what looked like a motorcycle under a blue tarp. The windows were covered with old white lace. Ford knocked on the door.

A few moments later and the door was opened by a dark-skinned woman about Jackie’s age. She had long black curls that were tied into a ponytail by a scrunchie, brown eyes, golden hoop earrings and bracelets, and wore a white crop-top with puffy sleeves, jeans, and socks. What might have been a warm smile turned into a bored scowl.

“Hi, it…” And the door was slammed shut, silencing Ford.

He swallowed nervously while Stan knocked again, sighing and shaking his head. A few seconds later the door opened again, only the screen door separating them, and it was the woman again. “Hephzie, don’t you recognize us?”

“Of course I do, Stan, that’s why I slammed the door in your face.” She said oddly cheerfully and leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. “Whatcha want?”

“Oh, now what makes you think we want something?” Stan asked innocently.

“Ya two only make an effort to see me when ya want somethang.” 

“Okay, fair enough, but it’s kinda important.”

The woman glared at the men, debating if it was worth getting dragged to whatever they had planned, but then she looked at Jackie and a little bit of anger went away. 

She smiled and stepped forward, deciding it was a good time to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Jackie. Jackie Asante. Wow, your hair is gorgeous! What is it? 2C?”

The woman chuckled as a bit of color rose to her cheeks. “It’s actually 3B.”

“No kidding, I’m 3C.”

“Cool! Ya know, your hair is also really cute, I love the length! I’m Hephzie, ya like tea?”

“Love it!”

“Why don’t ya c’min n’ sit down? Ya’ve come quite a bit if you’re from these dunderheads’ farm.”

Jackie snorted as Hephzie opened the screendoor. “Thanks.”

The men tried to enter, but Hephzie pulled the screendoor shut with a loud thud and said, “Sorry, but if Grandpa catches ya in here he’ll tear ya limb from limb. Just wait out here.” And she let the door slam shut.

Stan kicked the dirt and then shrugged, leaning against the wall carefully as to not crush the flowers, while Ford pulled out his journal and began sketching as he sat on the clean grass.

Inside, Jackie looked around the kitchen with a dining table she had been brought into. Everything was old and worn, but in a homey sort of way. She felt comfortable. The dining table was right by the door she had come in from, and on the other side of the table was a large doorway with no door to a living room. Jackie noisily peeked in the room and saw an old couch, two rocking chairs, a radio on a tall table, and a frail-looking old lady was asleep in one of the rocking chairs with a quilt over her lap. She had long white hair that shined like moonlight, and her skin was so wrinkly and her arms were so skinny it looked like bones were painted dark-brown. Jackie quietly backed off and turned to see Hephzie at the stove, heating up a kettle full of water and then bringing down a metal container full of tea leaves, an old tea set by her side on display.

“Do ya like cream n’ sugar in your tea?” Hephzie asked.

“Just sugar, thanks.” Jackie whispered and sat at the table. She glanced at the old lady and asked, “Who is that?”

Hephzie looked at Jackie to see where she was looking and laughed. “That’s my Grandma. No need to whisper, she’ll sleep through anythang.”

“You live with your grandparents?” She asked casually.

“Mostly to help, yeah. Grandma is - for lack of a better phrase - a lot to handle, n’ Grandpa isn’t as strong n’ filled with energy as he used to be, so I’ve been helpin’ them out.”

“That’s very nice of you.” Jackie complimented.

Hephzie shrugged. “Family sticks together, right?” The kettle still wasn’t whistling, so she carried the tea set to the table and sat to chit-chat. “So how did you end up with Thang One n’ Thang Two?”

Jackie laughed a little and said, “They were hiring help on the farm. Ford’s been pretty busy with his research, so Stan needed help with the animals and the crops, and I came to town looking for a job, so here I am.”

“Hm, ya like it?”

“Love it.” There was a mixture of determination and peace in Jackie’s vice when she said that. “Every day I wake up and I’m actually excited to get outta bed. Yeah, it’s hard work, but it’s rewarding, cuz when you step back you can see the progress you’ve made and taste it in your food. Stan’s a great teacher, taught me so much and is so patient and praises me all the time.”

Hephzie smiled, resting a cheek on her knuckles, and looked to the side as she mumbled, “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

Jackie’s smile went away for a second, a mini-vacation. “If you don’t mind me asking, what did they do that made you mad?”

Hephzie snorted and looked back at her. “I’m surprised ya believe they did somethang n’ I’m not just some angry black woman just for the sake of bein’ an angry black woman.”

Jackie chuckled, knowing the feeling, and said, “I love them, but they’re knuckleheads.”

Comfortable and knowing her emotions would be validated by her, and not just pushed to the side, Hephzie stood when she heard the kettle starting to whistle. “It’s a little petty, but after everythang I’ve done for ‘em, I’m allowed to be petty. First, did they ever mention me?”

Jackie shrugged and gave an apologetic, crooked smile. “Not until today. Then again, I haven’t been here long, only a few months.”

“Hm.” Hephzie lifted the kettle off the stove and brought it back to the table to pour it into the leaves-filled tea pot. “Well, as kids, we were best friends.”

Jackie’s eyes widened at that. Stan had always made it sound like they had no friends. “Really?”

“At least, I thought we were.” Hephzie explained. “I was a little late goin’ to school, cuz they didn’t allow black kids until I was eight-years-old, so I was a bit behind n’ of course singled-out, but Ford and Stan were also singled-out. What started as sharin’ a lunch table turned into playin’ after school at my house or in the woods. Sure, they’re twins n’ they do everythang together, but for the most part the three of us did stuff together. Builin’ tents out of sticks n’ leaves, playin’ at the lake, comin’ here to hear my grandparents play music. At one point Stan admitted that my house felt more like home than the farm.”

“Wow, so what happened?”

Hephzie shrugged. “Again, I thought we were best friends. But I guess I was wrong. When I was twelve, Grandma fell n’ had a stroke. Ever since then her mental health has gotten worse n’ worse. When I was sittin’ in their livin’ room, scared to death of losin’ the only family I ever had, they both swore to me I’d never be alone n’ that they’d help me. N’ they did for a bit, their Ma would even sometimes bring us dinner on bad days, but as we got older they decided that other thangs were more important. Ford was excited about college, Stan was hurt that his brother wanted to go, but it all worked out. 

“Ford left town, n’ Stan was kinda hurt n’ lonely. He’d come by here every so often to ‘gimme a break’ no we’d go out to shoot pool or fish at the lake or whatever, but then Ford came back home n’ it was like I never existed. Ever since he came back, not one of ‘em has said a single word to me. I even wrote letters to Ford while he was at college, n’ not once did he reply. I had to play telephone with Stan to know that he was even still alive.”

Jackie sighed sympathetically, understanding what Hephzie was feeling. While Jackie was sure it was unintentional, Stan and Ford had left Hephzie behind. She even vocalized this thought to try to make Hephzie feel a little better. “I’m sorry. I’m sure they didn't mean to.”

Hephzie chuckled and shook her head. “That’s what sucks the most. It’s funny, if there’s one thang I know about the Pines twins that nobody else knows, is that they only wanna be friends when it’s convenient for them. Sure, a childhood full of bullyin’ll make them hesitate ‘bout makin’ friends, but they’ll put forth the extra effort if they need somebody, but once they get what they want, they stop tryin’ n’ don’t care anymore.” Hephzie suddenly stared at Jackie, who was looking a little nervous. “Oh! No, I’m sure… I don’t think… I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, no! No offense taken.” Jackie quickly said and sipped her tea. “I… It’s like I said, I’m sure they didn’t mean to leave you behind like that. I bet they’ll say they’re sorry and…”

“No they won’t.” Hephzie laughed harshly. “They only came here cuz they needed somethang from me, like always. They’ll take what they need n’ then get distracted n’ leave me behind again. Which, speakin’ of, what did those two knuckleheads want?”

Jackie gasped, forgetting that she was supposed to ask for a favor, but now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. “They… Well, Stan said he owed you a visit, and Ford thinks there’s an Enchanted Forest hidden in the woods and that you know where it is.”

Hephzie laughed and sipped her tea. “Yeah, there’s an Enchanted Forest.”

“Great! So… will you show him where it is?” Jackie asked with a small smile, already knowing the answer.

“No.”

“Fair enough.”

“Thanks.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For listenin’.” Hephzie said sincerely.

Jackie toasted her tea cup to her and said, “Hey, we gotta stick together, right sister?”

Hephzie giggled and said, “Sounds good to me. N’ hey, I like ya. If ya need a break from a house full of boys, ya c’mere n’ relax, k’?”

“Aw, thanks.” Jackie glanced at the door and stood. “Well I hate to drink your tea and go, but they’re waiting for me.”

“Yeah,” Hephzie sighed.

“Should I tell Ford you know about the Enchanted Forest?”

“Oh, for sure.” Hephzie said, standing and nodding. “Nothin’ will kill that man more than someone knowin’ somethang n’ not sharin’. Let him squirm n’ beg.” She said darkly, with a gleam in her eye that she was kidding.

Jackie laughed, admitting that it would be amusing to see Ford struggle a little, and said, “Okay, thank you Hephzie.”

“Aw, you’re welcome, sister. Have a good day!”

Jackie let herself out. Stan stood up straight and Ford quit pacing as he sketched, hurrying to Jackie. “Well?”

“She says there’s an Enchanted Forest in the woods!”

“Great!”

“But she won’t say where it is, or show you.”

Ford’s jaw dropped. “What?! Why not?!”

Jackie almost said why not, but she bit her lip, deciding that it wasn’t his business, so Jackie just shrugged.

Ford growled in his throat. “That woman, this is just like her to be a…”

“Hey, easy there, Sixer,” Stan said firmly. “You had this coming.”

“What?!” Ford gasped. “You’re taking her side?!”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Why?!”

“Cuz we fucked up.” Stan admitted and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “We had a friend who was there through thick and thin. Who fought Crampelter off us cuz she knew he’d never hit a girl? Who showed us that shortcut through the woods from our house to the lake so we could go whenever we wanted without being caught? Heck, who helped you with your science fair project and brought snacks and coffee, the same science fair that got your college’s attention?”

“We were there for her, too…”

“Yeah, in high school.” Stan said. “When was the last time you talked to her just to talk to her? I get it, you were busy at college, but did you ever make an effort to see her during the summers or vacations? Did you even call or write her letters?”

“Well… no…”

“Well there you go.” Stan said, leading the way back to the car. “Hephzie’s got a right to be mad at us. And if she doesn’t wanna help you find some magic part of the woods, then so be it.”

“Well what about you?” Ford asked. “You always kept in contact with her. You were a better friend to her than I was, clearly.” He said bitterly and sarcastically. “Can’t you convince her to help?”

Stan shrugged shamefully. “I’ll admit it, I only ever hung out with her when I was bored. Which happened a lot when you were gone, but…”

Jackie was tempted to say that Stan was right on the money, to admit that that was the core reason why Hephzie wouldn’t help, but she decided not to. The boys needed to come to this conclusion on their own; plus Hephzie was a woman, not a telephone.

“Bottom line, looks like you and Fidds are just gonna have to find that Enchanted Forest on your own.” Stan concluded and got into his car, leaving Ford to sigh in defeat and get in the passenger’s seat.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford debated with himself if he should try harder to convince Hephzie to assist him just this one time. He tried to milk all he could out of Jackie on what exactly Hephzie said and why exactly she refused to help him, but she was firm and hardly gave him anything to work with. He supposed he could bribe her or try to make amends, but Jackie did remind him that Hephzie was mad that Ford only made an effort to see her because he wanted something from her, so he figured apologizing or showering her with attention or gifts wouldn’t do much good.

No, as much as Ford didn’t like to delay his research, he and Fiddleford would have to continue to search for the Enchanted Forest by themselves.

A few days later and Ford was at the grocery store to pick up a few things. He was using this alone-time to think of where to search in the woods next for the Enchanted Forest, which proved to be unwise, as he almost bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry…” He looked up and he stared to find Hephzie trying to get into his lane with a buggy full of items, clearly towards the end of a huge grocery trip, quite opposite to his short trip.

Hephzie was silent, looking away and walking past him. Ford watched her go, bit his lip, and followed her to where she was picking cans of beans. “I… How are your grandparents?”

“Alive.” Hephzie said coldly, not looking at him.

Ford looked away and said quietly, “I’m happy to hear that.”

Hephzie blinked and looked at him sadly. “I’m sorry, Stanford, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Ford sighed and shook his head. “I know you didn’t. I… I would have liked for you to be there.”

Hephzie’s sympathetic frown turned into an ugly scowl. “I was there. Both times.”

Ford blinked, truly confused. “Were you?”

“Yes, I was.” Hephzie dropped the cans into her buggy coldly and crossed her arms over her chest. “I came for your father’s funeral alone cuz Grandpa said he’d dance on his grave for the way he treated y’all if he came. Grant it, I was tempted to, but… N’ we all came to Ma’s funeral.”

“I… I didn’t know…”

“Ya were preoccupied.” Hephzie said and started to walk away.

But Ford followed her to try to talk some more. “As was I during college…”

“Too busy to write a letter?”

“Hephzibah, I must have started a hundred letters, but I could never manage to finish one.”

“A nice ‘I don’t hate ya’ would’ve been nice.”

Ford blinked. “I don’t hate you.” He said plain as day. “I could never hate you.”

“Well ya got a funny way of showin’ it.” Hephzie said coldly, still avoiding looking at him and trying to finish her grocery shopping.

The young scientist sighed in defeat and nodded. “I admit it, I did a poor job of staying in contact. I’m sorry. I really am.”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Hephzie snapped, stopping at the bread to pick a loaf. “Ya don’t mean it. Ya just want my help with your stupid research. N’ then what? Gonna forget me again until ya want somethang else?”

“No, of course…”

“Don’t give me that crap, Ford.” Hephzie put some bread on top of her pile and said as she walked away, “Just leave me alone.”

“Hephzibah, please,” Ford followed her, determined to say one last thing. “Truth be told, I don’t need you. I don’t need your help. If I must, I can find the Enchanted Forest on my own…”

“Oh, you’re just as big a jerk as I remember ya to be!” Hephzie yelled as she picked up her pace to try to get away, but Ford ran and turned his buggy to block her from getting away.

“Let me finish!” Ford begged. “I don’t need you, but I want you! I… I want my friend back.”

Hephzie looked surprised at this, but scowled with her teeth together. “I don’t believe you.”

“Then what can I do to prove it to you?” Ford asked.

“Nothin’.” Hephzie said coolly. “Ya just don’t get it, don’t ya? Ya hurt me, Stanford. What, did I say or do somethang that made ya hate me?”

“No…”

“Really? Cuz after…”

“No, that wasn’t…”

“... ya promised we could still be friends.” Hephzie said, her anger fading for the first time, and Ford got a clear picture of how sad and hurt he was. “Ya promised, remember? I asked ya if thangs could go back to the way they were before, n’ ya said they could. Ya promised that we were still friends if nothin’ else, but then ya never talked to me again. Ya didn’t even leave for college right away! Ya were home for another month, n’ ya didn’t talk to me then!”

“I… I couldn’t.” Ford stuttered, ears and cheeks pink as he became flustered. “I was… I felt… I…” Words failed him. He bit his lip and looked away, trying to think of how to vocalize his thoughts, but was failing.

Hephzie sighed tiredly and backed up her buggy to turn away. “Ya clearly only want me around when ya want somethang. I’m tired, Ford. I’m tired of expectin’ ya to be a good friend n’ gettin’ hurt when you’re not. Please, leave me alone.”

“You… You say I only want you around when I want something.” Ford repeated woefully. “What if that something I want is you?”

Hephzie snorted darkly with her back to him. “Yeah right.”

“Hephzibah, I swear, I…”

“Save it. Just try not to kill yourself out there, k’?” And Hephzie walked away and turned into an aisle to be out of view.

Ford, alone, combed a hand through his hair and blinked a few times to compose himself. A picked up his last few items, thinking about what they had just talked about.  Like Stan, he was willing to admit that he had failed Hephzie and got what he deserved. He had hurt Hephzie. No wonder she wanted nothing to do with him.

Stan had simply gotten caught up in his own life and accidentally revealed a pattern. Hephzie might forgive that, anyone might. Life gets in the way, people get busy, but friends are still friends. But Ford had done something that had really hurt Hephzie’s feelings, and he didn’t blame her one bit for wanting to create distance in order to avoid getting hurt again.

He was so overcome with thoughts that he didn’t recognize Hephzie right away at the checkout line. Her groceries were being run up on Line 2 while Ford was behind two people at Line 4. He watched her sadly, wondering if this would be the last time he would see her, when he noticed something. Hephzie was watching the cashier nervously. No, wait, she was watching the numbers nervously. Her wallet was in her hands, one hand counting her money. Ford was sympathetic; her family had always been significantly poorer than Ford’s family, especially as kids.

It looked like Hephzie might have just enough money, but then the medicines for her grandparents were rung up, and she winced and sighed as the cashier read off her total. “Okay, um… I’m sorry, but I have to put this back. And this. Um… I guess I don’t really need this…”

Ford watched as Hephzie had to pick groceries not to bring home. Things like crackers, peanut butter, broccoli, and other foods that were necessary, but either slightly more expensive or not as needed. Ford felt sorry for her and her family as she paid for the groceries and left. 

Deciding to help her, even if they weren’t on the best of terms, Ford went to Line 2 after checking out on Line 4 and bought every item Hephzie had to put back. Of course, she was long gone by the time he exited the store, but he found it easier to quickly drive to the piano store, drop the two bags off on the doorstep, and knock and run before he could get caught.

Hephzie had half a mind who provided the groceries her grandfather found on the doorstep, and she was tempted to throw them in the trash, but mostly she just went into her room and tried not to cry over that jerk Stanford Pines. Again.

[bladeyourworstnightmare]

The last scene of the story!

Scene 10

Oct. 17- Early the next morning at Bella’s house

Blade/Sly/Anubis/Bandit: (at Bella’s front door. Blade has her backpack with her to carry the Cocoa plushie/camera )

Blade: (knocks)

Bella: (answers the door. She’s not wearing her bow) Hey, guys.

Blade: Hey. Ready to go?

Bella: Yeah. Just a second. (closes the door. A few seconds later, she comes out wearing her bow) Ok. Let’s go.

Blade/Bella: (get on Blade’s motorcycle and start it up)

Anubis: (gets in his car and starts it up)

Bandit/Sly: (get in Bandit’s car and start it up)

Blade/Sly/Anubis/Bandit/Bella: (leave)

(at Cutie Baby’s Pizzeria)

(Everyone is in the elevator)

Cutie Baby: I’m so fricking excited about this wedding!

Dakota: Me too.

Rusty: Me too, but I’m worried about having all of you in my truck again.

Lil Baby: Cutie Baby, you better not sing that stupid song this time.

Cutie Baby: (rolls her eyes) Don’t worry. I won’t.

Unit: (in her keypad form) Yeah, that wheels on the truck song you made up was the stupidest song you’ve ever come up with.

Cutie Baby: (sarcastic) 😑 Thanks, Unit.

(now out of the elevator)

Rusty: (leads them out the backdoor of the building and sneaks them into his truck. They leave)

(at Smokey’s Pizzeria)

(all female animatronics are in the Toy’s Parts and Service Room. Blade, Sly, and Bella are there too)

Cutie: (squeals in happiness) I can’t believe today is the day!

Toy Cutie: (squeals in happiness) Me either!

Cutie: I’m so happy, I could explode! ( to Star) Hey, Star, what’s it like having a husband?

Star: It’s fantastic!

Bella: I hope Bengal proposes to me one day.

Blade: No offense, but I’m not much of a fan of romance and all.

Toy Cutie: Why not?

Blade: I’m just not cut out for it.

Cutie Baby/ Lil Baby/ Teeny Baby/ Tiny Baby/ Bitty Baby/ Dakota/ Fern/ Lil Cutie/ Funtime Star/ Unit: (come in. Cutie Baby is holding Lil Cutie)

Cutie Baby: Hey guys!

Cutie: Hi!

Star: You’re just in time.

Cutie Baby: Oh, good. I was worried we’d be late.

Fern: I kept telling her that we wouldn’t be.

Lil Cutie: (notices Blade and Sly) Hey, who are you two?

Blade: I’m Blade.

Sly: And I’m Sly.

Cutie Baby: Nice to meet you two. I’m Cutie Baby and these are my sisters, Lil Baby, Tiny Baby, Teeny Baby, and Bitty Baby.

Lil Baby/ Tiny Baby/ Teeny Baby/ Bitty Baby: (wave)

Lil Cutie: I’m Lil Cutie.

Fern: My name is Fern and this is my best friend, Dakota.

Dakota: (shyly) Um… h..hey.

Fern: She’s shy.

Funtime Star: My name is Funtime Star.

Unit: And I am Unit.

Cutie Baby: (whispering) No one likes her.

Unit: Excuse me, b*tch? I can hear you.

Blade: I see what you mean.

(in the other Parts and Service Room)

(all male animatronics and Sunday, Ace, Max, and Rusty are in there)

Funtime Smokey/ Ray/ Peanut/ Pea/ Nut/ Peanut Jr./ Nutty: (come in)

Funtime Smokey: Hey, guys! What’s poppin?

Sport: Nothing. Just happy for my bro here. (pats Smokey on the back)

Ray: (notices Anubis and Bandit) Who are you guys?

Anubis: I’m Anubis.

Bandit: And I’m Bandit. Who are you all?

Funtime Smokey: I’m Funtime Smokey.

Ray: My name is Ray and this is my friend Peanut.

Peanut: Hey.

Ray: (points to Pea, Nut, Peanut Jr., and Nutty) And those four are Pea, Nut, Peanut Jr., and Nutty.

Pea/ Nut/ Peanut Jr./ Nutty: (wave)

Cuddles: Hey, Smokey, you super excited to become Cutie’s husband?

Smokey: You bet I am!

Sunday: You’re about to join the suffering husband club.

Smokey: What do you mean by suffering?

Sunday: Well, I’ve been married to Star for a while and she can be kinda… um, well… she has anger issues and just a few weeks ago, I suffered from them. I still love her though.

Smokey: Yeah, I know she has anger issues. Cutie doesn’t though.

Sunday: You’re lucky and please don’t tell Star I said that about her. She’d kill me.

Smokey: Don’t worry. We won’t tell.

(at the abandoned house)

Napoleon/ Cash/ Precious: (sitting at the dinner table, dozing off)

Cocoa: (storms in and bangs her fist on the table, startling the other 3) KNUCKLEHEADS!

Cash: Boss, why do you have to be so loud?

Cocoa: Why do you have to be such a stupid, retarded wimp? Anyway, today is the day I finally get to kill Bella!

Napoleon: And Cash and I get our revenge!

Precious: (sing-song tone) I hear voices in my head! They say they want Bella to be dead! (insane laugh)

Cocoa: (yelling) BLUE!!!

Blue: (comes into the room) What?!

Cocoa: Go watch the camera and tell us when the wedding is about to start.

Blue: Yes, my Nightmare Queen. (leaves the room)

Cocoa: I love being called The Nightmare Queen and if Blade succeeds, she will be the new Nightmare Queen!

(back at Smokey’s Pizzeria in the Toy’s Parts and Service Room)

Blade: (lying) I’m going to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back.

Star: Ok. Hurry back. The wedding starts at 7.

Blade: (leaves the room and goes into the girls bathroom. She puts her bookbag down and pulls her phone out from her pocket. She calls the abandoned house)

Cocoa: (picks up. On the phone) Who is it and what do you want?

Blade: It’s me, Blade. Where do you want me to put the camera?

Cocoa: (on the phone) Hide it with the other plushies.

Blade: Ok. See you when you get here. (hangs up. She walks out of the bathroom and sneaks into the other showroom and hides the plushie behind all the Smokey plushies. She sneaks back into the Toy’s showroom and into the Parts and Service Room. It is 6:50)

Cutie: (excited) Ooh! It’s almost 7!

Star: Let’s go out and get ready.

(they all come out of the Toy’s Parts and Service Room and go into the other showroom where all the boys are waiting)

Blade: (glaces sadly at Bella and looks around at all the others. Thoughts) Today is the day. It won’t be a happy day. It’ll be a day of sadness, evil, and dread.

(it is now 6:59)

Blade: (looks nervously at Sly, Anubis, and Bandit who are standing beside her. Whispering) I really don’t want to do this.

Anubis: (whispers) We don’t either.

(7:00)

Cuddles: (flies up to the middle of the stage with a big book he got from his box)

Smokey/Cutie: (stand up there with him)

Everyone else: (turns to look at them)

Smokey/Cutie: (holding hands)

(at the abandoned house)

Blue/Cocoa: (watching the camera)

Cocoa: Come on. Don’t blow it, Blade.

(at Smokey’s Pizzeria)

Cuddles: Nous, sont- (clears throat) Sorry. We are gathered here today for one of the most beautiful ceremonies of life. Blah, blah, blah...I’m not reading all this. (closes the book and throws it over his shoulder) Smokey, do you-

Blade: (her sharp claws come out and she rushes at Bella)

Everyone: (looks at her alarmed)

(at the abandoned house)

Cocoa: (quickly walks into the living room where Napoleon, Precious, and Cash are) Let’s go! It’s happening, people, it’s happening!

Cocoa/Precious/Napoleon/Cash: (quickly leave the house)

Blade: (grabs Bella and holds her captive with her claws to Bella’s throat) Stay back!

Toy Cutie: (tries to walk toward Blade) Blade-

Blade: (her eyes turn red and her teeth become sharp) I said STAY BACK!

Toy Cutie: (stops walking)

Bella: (looks up at Blade scared) B-Blade? What are you doing? What’s going on?

Blade: Listen, there’s something that all of you don’t know about the four of us. We are the daughters and sons of Cocoa, Precious, Napoleon, and Cash!

Everyone: (gasps)

Toy Smokey: I thought they were dead.

Blade: They’re not. The four of us have been given the task to help kill Bella and destroy all of you!

Everyone: (gasps in fear)

Bella: Blade, you don’t have to do this!

Blade: Yes, I do! My mom wants me to be just as evil as her and this is the only way I can prove how evil I am.

Bella: You’re not evil.

Blade: (stressed and overwhelmed) How do you know that?!

Bella: Because when I look at your eyes, I can tell that you’re not evil.

Blade: (her eyes go back to green) But we have no choice, Bella!

Bella: Yes, you do have a choice.

Blade: (lets Bella go)

Bella: You just have to follow your heart.

Blade: (her fingers and teeth go back to normal) Follow my heart?

Bella: Yes.

Blade: I want to follow my heart….I think I want to be good.

Sly: (walks up to her and stands beside her) I want to be good too. (holds her hand)

Anubis: (walks up beside Sly and holds her other hand) Me too.

Bandit: Wait, our parents are going to be really mad about this right?

Blade: (smiles) Yeah, but who cares?

Bandit: (smiles and walks up beside Anubis and holds his hand) I choose good too.

Cocoa/Precious/Napoleon/Cash: (burst through the doors)

Cocoa: I’m BACK! 😈 Did you miss us?

Bella: Cocoa…

Cocoa: (looks at Bella and grins evilly) Hello Bella. Long time no seek. (starts walking toward her)

Blade: (lets go of Sly’s hand and gets in front of Bella) Mom, no! Leave Bella alone!

Cocoa: Blade, what the h*ll are you doing? Move out of my way or I’ll kill both of you!

Blade: No, mom! I’m not going anywhere!

Napoleon: (starts walking towards the stage. Glaring at Smokey) We’re gonna destroy all you f*ckers!

Anubis: (runs over to him) Dad, no! (tries to punch him)

Napoleon: (catches his fist and twists his arm. He glares at him) I knew you’d betray us!

Sly: (sneaks up behind him and hits him in the back of the head with her purse)

Napoleon: Ugh! (lets go of Anubis’s arm and turns to angrily face Sly) You little sh*t!

Precious: (grabs Sly by both arms and holds them behind her back) Ah ah ah! Bad kitty!

Sly: (struggling from her grip) Ugh! Mom, let me go!

Cocoa: Don’t let her go, Precious!

Blade: Let her go, now!

Cocoa: Move, b*tch! (roughly pushes Blade out of the way and she grabs Bella) And now, the moment I’ve been waiting for!

Blade: No!

Cocoa: Blade, don’t you want to be like me?

Blade: I’ll never be like you!

Cocoa: You’ll get there.

Blade: No, I won’t and mom, I really wish you hadn’t gotten there yourself!

Cocoa: Don’t you want to become the new Nightmare Queen?

Blade: Mom, have you ever even asked me what I really wanted? I want to spend time with Bella. I want to go to school with my friends. I want to hang out here. That’s what makes me happy! (looks at Sly) And Sly, I know you love it here too. I saw your face light up when we first walked in here. This place is what makes you happy. (looks at Anubis and Bandit) And Anubis and Bandit, football is what makes you guys happy.

Cocoa: Enough of this sh*t! (starts bringing Bella towards her mouth)

Bella: (tries to struggle out of Cocoa’s grip) No, no, no, no, no!

Blade: No! Stop!

Cocoa: (brings Bella closer to her mouth)

Everyone else: (watching in shock and fear)

Blade: (is getting very angry. Her teeth become sharp, her claws come out, and her eyes turn red. Her eyes keep getting brighter and brighter and brighter and she begins to float. Red rays shoot out from her eyes and go everywhere. Everything is bright red and there is a large boom and Blade is now kneeling on the floor. She looks up and Cocoa and Precious are now plushies)

Napoleon/ Cash: (looking in shock)

Smokey: (comes up behind both of them and rips their heads off, killing them and their bodies fall to the floor) Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. I should have done this a long time ago.

Bella: (looks at Blade) You…. You saved me. I had no idea they were still alive.

Blade: (stands up)

Toy Cutie: (walks up to Blade and hugs her) You saved all of us. (lets go)

Smokey: Hey, I’m the one who ripped off Napoleon’s and Cash’s heads off.

Toy Cutie: You did a good job too.

Rocky: (looks up at Star) Momma, I’m scared. (hugs her)

Star: (hugs him back) It’s ok, Rocky. It’s over now.

Anubis: So, now what?

Cuddles: We’ve got a wedding to finish.

Smokey: (walks back to the stage)

Cuddles: Smokey, do you-

Smokey: (eagerly interrupts him) Yes, I do!

Cuddles: And Cutie, do you-

Cutie: (eagerly interrupts him) I do!

Cuddles: You may now kiss the bride!

Cutie: (kisses Smokey)

Cuddles: Or the bride can kiss you.

Everyone (except Toy Bengal): (claps and cheers)

Toy Bengal: Gross.

Toy Cutie: (elbows him in the side) Shh!

Toy Bengal: (elbows her back)

Toy Cutie: (elbows him back)

Toy Smokey: (walks in between them) Ladies, you’re both beautiful.

Toy Bengal: 😑 Shut up.

Bandit: Now what?

Oreo: We celebrate!

Anubis: Let’s get this party started!

Blade: (laughs)

(party lights are on and shining on the stage and moving around flashing everywhere. There is music playing and everyone is dancing together)

Blade: (dancing with her friends. Narrating) Oh, sorry. I was having so much fun, I forgot. Did you really think that was the end of the story? (Yeah I got that from the Disney’s Descendants movie lol. Love that movie btw)

That’s the end of Fnas: The Descendants! If you did think that this is the last story of the FNaS series....you’re wrong! Tomorrow, I’ll start on Fnas: The Forgotten Ones. You’ll meet some new characters that you might like...or not. It’s you’re opinion. Bye!

[anistarrose]

Stan and Ford Vs. The Future - Chapter 4

Summary: The elder twins struggle to set aside their differences as they battle their younger selves in gladiatorial combat.

Warnings: none

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/17353937/chapters/40832153

Aaaaand here’s the final chapter! This was a ton of fun to write, but I’m not going to lie, I’m also really glad that I can finally live without this unfinished WIP haunting me like a ghost seeking vengeance on the one who abandoned it.

For @stanuary Week 4: Fight.

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TIME CHALLENGE 1

OBJECTIVE: Venture into the mirror maze and shoot the Time Target with a Time Laser Gun! There are two lasers to be found, but only one target, so whoever hits it first wins!

Both pairs of twins stand facing entrances on opposite sides of the formidable looking maze, and make a mad dash inside as soon as the buzzer sounds.

“We’ll find what we’re looking for faster if we split up. Why are you following me?” the old Ford shouts.

“I’m not following you! You’re just looking at your own reflection!” the old Stan yells back.

“Wait, really?” Ford turns around, squinting suspiciously, only for Stan to trip him and rush ahead.

“Of course not! Now move aside, slowpoke!”

“Fuck you!” Ford leaps to his feet and gives chase.

“Aha!” Stan stumbles across a pedestal with a massive metallic laser gun plugged into it. “Now, where’s that target —”

“Hand that thing over right now, you knucklehead!” Ford orders. “You’ve never shot a laser gun in your life — I have!”

Stan ignores him and adjusts his grip on the gun, only for Ford to tackle him and knock them both onto the ground as a stray laser blast shoots into the sky.

“I got here first, asshole!”

“Only because you tripped me!”

“Well, then maybe you shouldn’t have been so gullible!”

“Call me gullible one more time, and I swear —” Ford tries to wind up for a punch, but he’s hopelessly tangled in the laser gun’s power cord, along with Stanley. “Shit!”

The two older twins watch helplessly as Ford’s younger self darts by, pausing every few feet to adjust the angle of an individual mirrored panel in the wall.

“Wait, you can move those?” the older Ford gasps. “I didn’t even realize —”

“Yeah, of course you didn’t, Mister Gotta Be the Big Hero Who Shoots the Cool Gun and Saves —”

“Alright, Stan!” young Ford hollers, cupping both hands to his mouth. “Fire away!”

A red laser beam whizzes over the older twins’ heads, ricocheting off mirror after mirror. A fraction of a second after it zooms out of view, a fiery explosion erupts from near the middle of the maze, and the cannons atop the walls launch neon streamers and confetti into the air.

“We did it!” young Ford cheers, rushing off into the maze again to reunite with his brother.

“Great job, poindexter,” Stan mutters. “Ya think they’ll cut us out of these power cords for the next challenge, or are we just gonna be at a handicap for that one?”

Ford groans. “As if we’re not already at a handicap with your pathetic excuse for teamwork!”

“Says the guy who hit me with a flying tackle that almost made me shoot my eye out!”

TIME CHALLENGE 1 COMPLETE

YOUNG: 1, OLD: 0

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TIME CHALLENGE 2

OBJECTIVE: Navigate the obstacle course while trapped in a bubble with your teammate!

Each pair of brothers is enclosed in their own translucent sphere, which robots then roll onto a downwards slope dotted with obstacles ranging from bowling pins to Cosmic Sand pits.

“What even is this? Some kinda hamster ball?” the older Stan pants, running in place inside the bubble so he doesn’t fall. “Wish I had Mabel on my team instead — then we might actually be winning some of these games.”

Ford body-slams him and their sphere veers off course, rolling straight into a grid of lasers that shred it to bits. As the laser beams momentarily flicker, Stan and Ford dive to safety — just in time to get run over by their young opponents, who are cheering and practically bouncing off the walls like they’re having the time of their twelve-year-old lives as their sphere rolls between the two flags that mark the end of the course.

YOUNG: 2, OLD: 0

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TIME CHALLENGE 5

OBJECTIVE: Cross the finish line first on your team’s Time Bike!

“Stanley, this isn’t working.”

“I dunno, what makes you say that?” Stan shoots back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “No shit it’s not working, Ford!”

“I’m serious! We need to start putting aside our differences and working together, lest those kids wish their own personal fountain of youth into existence —”

“So you’ll be a better teammate? Cool, cool, I’m up for that.” Stan gestures to the neon motorcycle at his side. “You can start by riding in the back and letting me steer.”

“Are you kidding? You’re the one who needs a major attitude adjustment —” Ford cuts off, interrupted by the roar of an engine behind him.

“Hurry up, you old geezers! We’re already on our victory lap!”

The young Stan drives his team’s motorcycle right between the old twins, sticking his tounge out at the older Stan. Young Ford is standing atop the handlebars, smiling smugly and flipping the bird with two fingers on each hand.

“I always wanted to do this, and as long as I’m here, there’s no way Mom will ever find out and ground me for it!”

YOUNG: 5, OLD: 0

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TIME CHALLENGE 7

OBJECTIVE: Cross the pit of deadly Time Traps to simultaneously press the buttons on each side!

All four contestants are unceremoniously dumped onto a floating clock platform, nearly tripping on the spinning minute hand. Other circular clocks of various sizes float next to their central platform, forming two distinct paths that each lead to a glowing red button — one on each side of a giant pit, lined with spikes and infested with hissing snakes that coil in the shapes of infinity symbols.

“You go left, I’ll go right!” the old Stan shouts, and for once, his brother listens, vaulting over the slowly rotating hour hand and onto the next platform with ease. Stan heads in the opposite direction, followed by the young Ford — but Stan keeps a solid lead thanks to his height advantage, while young Ford quickly gives up on jumping over the clock hands and starts just ducking under them instead.

“You ready, Sixer?” the old Stan calls, his hand hovering just a few inches above the button. “In three, two — oh, come on! What are you doing?”

The old Ford stands at the edge of a platform close — but not directly adjacent — to the goal, and he leans precariously over the edge. Stan is seconds away from cursing his brother out when he sees who Ford’s holding onto for dear life — the young Stan, hanging off the edge with his feet dangling just inches away from the fangs of three massive, uncoiled snakes.

“Look out!” the old Stan shouts as the minute hand whirls around towards his brother and younger self. Just in the nick of time, Ford heaves the young Stan out of danger and lets the two of them tumble backwards onto the platform, landing on their backs and barely fitting into the space underneath the minute hand as it whirls by.

“Well,” the old Ford says quietly, “that’s going to hurt tomorrow.”

“Why did you save me?” the young Stan whispers. “I thought — I thought you hated me…”

“What? I — you’re my brother! I don’t hate you…”

“But you will.” Stan turns over on his side, facing away from Ford to instead stare at his older self on the other side of the pit. The old Stan immediately looks away. “You hate him.”

Ford takes a full revolution of the clock to reply. “I’m angry with him. I hate what happened to my life, because of things that you — things that he did. But… I don’t hate him.”

“Then prove it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Start acting like you don’t hate him. Give me a reason to believe you.”

Stan gets to his feet, jumping to the final platform and then to solid ground before Ford can even stand up. He swings his fist towards the button — but a second before pressing it, he hesitates, and glances to the young Ford, who nods.

“You guys deserved this win,” he tells the elder twins, backing away from the button. Across the pit, the young Ford does the same. “But we’re not showing mercy again, got it?”

The old twins press the buttons in sync, and the clock platforms plummet into the pit, shattering into neon-colored shards on the spikes.

“THAT CHALLENGE USUALLY HAS MORE CASUALTIES!” Time Baby pouts. “AT LEAST THE NEXT LEVEL WILL MAKE UP FOR IT!”

YOUNG: 6, OLD: 1

*

TIME CHALLENGE 8

OBJECTIVE: Cross the Time Bridge without falling into the tank of hungry Time Sharks!

In stark contrast with the rest of the arena’s sleek futuristic look, the two parallel bridges look ancient and decaying. The young twins immediately dash across theirs, paying no mind to the rickety planks or fraying rope, and the old Stan hesitantly puts his first foot forward onto his team’s bridge. It sways, but seems to hold.

“This is unfair!” the old Ford complains. “The kids only made it across because they weigh a mere fraction of what we do!”

“Finally, something comes out of your mouth that I can agree with,” Stan mutters as the sharks below take notice of his struggle and start swimming towards him. “Oh, come on! I’m sure I taste terrible!”

“Be careful, Stanley! You need to take lighter footsteps —” Ford shouts as Stan breaks into a run, but Stan ignores him — and sure enough, one of his feet punches straight through a rotten plank. He manages to grab the rope again and lift himself barely out of range of the sharks, even as they jump out of the water and try to chomp down on his legs, but the bridge is swaying too much for him to get much further up.

“I didn’t save your treacherous twelve year old self from snakes just for you to get eaten by sharks, you knucklehead!” Ford yells as he races onto the bridge. “Hang on, I’m coming —”

“Wait! Ford, it can’t support us both —”

This time, it’s Ford who heeds his brother’s warning too late as the ropes finally snap and he plummets into the water. Blinking salt out of his eyes as he resurfaces, he spots a ladder out of the tank just a few meters away and starts paddling towards it as fast as he can, even as he spots a dorsal fin peeking out of the water as it effortlessly glides towards him —

“Not so fast, Jaws!” Stan falls from the sky like a descending meteor, body-slamming the shark from above and no doubt catching it completely off guard. Ford takes the opportunity to scramble onto the ladder, kicking an approaching hammerhead in the nose as it tries to lunge after him, and then extends a hand to Stan, who accepts it and follows him up to safety.

“Thank you,” Ford gasps as he catches his breath. “I… I probably didn’t deserve that…”

Stan ignores him at first, concentrating on wringing out his suit, but finally speaks up.

“Well, to quote a pretty intelligent guy I know… I didn’t save your ungrateful ass from an interdimensional portal powered by radioactive waste just for you to get eaten by sharks, Brainiac.”

Ford can’t help but smile. “Alright, that’s fair enough.”

YOUNG: 7, OLD: 1

*

TIME CHALLENGE 9

OBJECTIVE: Defeat the killer Time Robot in a Time Basketball match!

“You know, Stanford,” the old Ford tells his younger self, “the world has made a lot of scientific progress since 1963! Would you like to hear about the sixteen new elements synthesized since then, or perhaps all the strides we’ve made in space travel?”

“Would I ever!” The young Ford’s eyes light up, and he drops the basketball he was holding. “Has anyone landed on the moon yet? Have scientists discovered an island of stability among heavier nuclei? How’s the theory of relativity holding up?”

“Don’t fall for it, Ford!” The young Stan grabs his brother’s arm. “He’s just trying to distract you while — aw, dang it!”

With his brass knuckles, the old Stan reflects the killer robot’s laser back into its eyes, then uses the opportunity to dunk his basketball directly through its flaming hoop, deactivating it.

“Nice one!” the old Ford shouts, and Stan shoots him a thumbs up.

“BZZT. YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY DUNKED ON ME,” the robot buzzes. “NOW YOU MAY MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ROUND.”

“Does the next round have a football robot?” the old Stan asks.

“NEGATIVE. NOW COME ON AND SLAM, AND WELCOME TO AN UNFORGIVING GLASS PRISON YOU WILL EITHER ESCAPE FROM, OR SUFFOCATE WHILE TRYING.”

YOUNG: 7, OLD: 2

*

TIME CHALLENGE 10

OBJECTIVE: Find the Time Key to escape the Time Hourglass!

As the young twins frantically sift through the sand in their hourglass, the old Ford whispers something to his brother, who gets down on his knees and grunts as he lifts Ford up. Ford unlocks the lock with a skeleton key, removing the mesh that covers the neck of the hourglass and scrambling up and out, pulling Stan after him.

“Where did you even get that skeleton key?” Stan asks, eyeing it curiously.

“A necromancer in another dimension enchanted it for me, actually!” Ford tucks it away before any Globnar officials can notice it. “As you can see, it’s made from actual bone and changes shape to fit any lock!”

“You know any necromancers in this dimension? Asking for a friend.”

“As I’m sure banks everywhere will be relieved to know, I do not.”

YOUNG: 7, OLD: 3

*

TIME CHALLENGE 11

OBJECTIVE: Scale the pendulums of the Time Clock!

All four competitors cling to the circular bottoms of identical brass pendulums, holding on for dear life as they swing in uncoordinated rhythms.

“Why does everything have the word ��time’ in front of it in the future?” young Ford complains. “What else would an hourglass or a grandfather clock measure? It’s so redundant!”

The old Ford, while not disagreeing, focuses on unraveling a spool of rope from his utility belt and throwing the weighted end to the old Stan. He catches it, and quickly wraps it around his own pendulum.

“Now pull it taut!” Ford calls out, and Stan does as commanded. The swinging of their adjacent pendulums slows to an almost unnoticeable wobble, and the older twins make the climb with ease.

“You know, I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Ford admitted as he reached the top, “but I’m having fun.”

Stan tossed the rope back to him. “You know, I can’t believe you’re saying it either, but I’m glad.”

YOUNG: 7, OLD: 4

*

TIME CHALLENGE 12

OBJECTIVE: Be the first team to complete the Three-Legged Time Race!

Each pair of twins have their legs cuffed together, and the old team takes an early lead even as obstacles rise out of the racetrack in front of them — that is, until a spike bursts out directly in front of them and Ford dodges right as Stan dives to the left. Their cuff catches on the obstacle and they tumble to the ground, too stunned to get to their feet until long after the younger twins have overtaken them.

“Nice going, team!” Ford groans, but there’s no real malice in his voice.

“That was just a cheap shot,” Stan grumbles as he gets to his feet, offering a hand to Ford. He starts walking to the right, only for Ford to step to the left, and they can’t help but laugh as they accidentally headbutt each other.

“How did we mess that up twice? In two entirely opposite ways?”

“It’s rigged against us, I’m telling you!”

YOUNG: 8, OLD: 4

*

TIME CHALLENGE 13

OBJECTIVE: Embark on an Epic Time Quest using your Time Character Sheets and 38-Sided Time Dice to defeat the Evil Time Lich Overlord!

The young twins’ miniature fantasy avatars advance across the table, approaching a skeleton cloaked in translucent gray robes, but with a flick of its hand, it pulverizes Stan’s sword and Ford’s wand. They turn to dust that scatters in the cold, howling wind, and the young twins turn tail and run.

“You’ll have to do better than that to scare a veteran DD&MD player like myself!” the old Ford boasts, and in an overdramatic character voice, he adds: “Time Lich! Your reign of terror ends now!”

The skeleton readies another disarming blast, but Ford summons an antimagic field to surround his avatar, and he approaches the lich without fear as every one of its attacks bounce off the barrier.

“You underestimate me? I am the most powerful wizard in the land!” Ford bloviates. “It is my destiny to free this world for your tyrannical rule, and I have been training towards that goal for the entirety of the three hours I’ve been playing in this campaign!”

The lich’s eyes light up yellow with fury, but it remains oblivious to the old Stan’s avatar sneaking up behind it with a massive sword, carved from light blue crystal and imbued with divine might.

“Go ahead, fire more death bolts at me!” Ford taunts. “See how much good that does you!”

The lich plunges a bone-carved staff into the ground, and cracks begin to extend towards Ford. Yellow smoke with a rotten, sulfur-y smell pours out of the newly formed chasm at the lich’s feet, and the groans of the undead echo from deep inside the earth —

But they all go silent as Stan slices the skeleton cleanly in two with his enchanted sword. “Never turn your back on a rogue, sucker!”

The digital tabletop blinks, replacing the crumbling mountaintop setting with a congratulatory message: CAMPAIGN OVER. YOU WIN!

“That was pretty fun!” the real older Stan says, a smug smile still on his face as he retrieves the die he’d used to strike the game-ending critical hit. “You say there’s a version of this game that exists in our time?”

Ford notices the gum on the bottom of the D38, but decides not to bring it up. “There sure is! We’ll have to play again when we get back to our time!”

“I bet Dipper and Mabel would love to join — they’re nerdy and creative enough to have a ton of fun with it!”

“Wait, when does the game come out?” young Ford asks, grabbing his older self by the arm. “Where will I be able to buy it?”

“And who are Dipper and Mabel?” asks young Stan. “Are they friends of yours?”

The old Ford smiles. “What happened to you two not wanting to know what the future held?”

The young Ford is at a loss for words, but the young Stan looks at him in the eyes and smiles back.

“You gave me a reason to believe what you said before.”

YOUNG: 8, OLD: 5

*

*

TIME CHALLENGE 18

OBJECTIVE: Knock out the mighty Timeclops!

The young twins scatter out of the way of the Timeclops’s fire breath, watching in awe as the older Stan jumps on its back and socks it in its clock-shaped eye. It roars and shakes, but Stan keeps a tight hold on.

“You want me off, you’re gonna have to try harder than that!” he taunts.

The Timeclops bucks backwards, mismatched arms flailing, and Stan jumps off just in time for the old Ford to taze the monster in its exposed soft underbelly. It collapses to the ground, unconscious, and the victory bell rings.

Stan raises his hand for a high-six without thinking, and Ford very nearly completes it without thinking, barely stopping himself and dropping the taser in time. He starts to apologize, but Stan laughs it off and throws an arm over his brother’s shoulder.

“You know, Stan,” the younger Ford whispers, “I’m starting to think that growing up and becoming those guys might not actually be so bad.”

“Yeah…” Stan agrees. “But we’re still gonna kick their asses and win that Time Wish anyway, right? Just to prove that we can?”

Ford nods. “Oh, absolutely.”

YOUNG: 10, OLD: 8

*

*

TIME CHALLENGE 34

OBJECTIVE: Win the Time Arm Wrestling Match!

“Oh, this’ll be a breeze,” the old Stan boasts, flexing his muscles, but then narrows his eyes as he sees the young twins exchange identical knowing smiles.

“Not so fast!” the young Ford tells him, pulling a small marble Time Baby statue out of his pocket. “Back while you two were fighting the Timeclops, we found this hidden Time Idol, and now we’re gonna use it to turn the tables!”

He presses the hourglass emblem on the statue’s head, and its eyes light up green.

“FOR ONE ROUND ONLY, YOUR AGES WILL BE REVERSED!” a robotic voice announces, and the elder twins watch helplessly as they shrink back to the size and stature of twelve-year-olds, while the younger twins age decades in a matter of seconds.

“No!” the previously-older Stan wails. “My beefy arms! How could you steal them from me?!”

The previously-younger Ford rolls back his sleeves, examining his muscles. “Hey, I’m not a weak nerd anymore! …Not sure how I feel about these tattoos, though.”

The previously-younger Stan makes a fist, punching the palm of his other hand. “So, who’s ready to arm wrestle?”

“We forfeit!” the old Ford in a young body shouts, and his brother frantically nods in agreement. “You can take the point! Just put us back at our normal ages again!”

YOUNG: 17, OLD: 17

ONTO THE FINAL ROUND!

*

TIME CHALLENGE 45 — WINNER TAKE ALL TIEBREAKER

OBJECTIVE: Claim the Time Wish from the Time Serpent!

The four twins sit on a dock, watching as the arena slowly floods in preparation for the final battle.

“Cool!” young Ford exclaims. “Just like in Ancient Rome!”

“The more things change, the more things stay the same,” the old Ford adds. He awkwardly shifts in place, looking between his smiling younger self and his two equally content brothers. “Hey, kids? There’s no way to say this that’ll end up making much sense, but… thank you.”

The old Stan turns away from the others, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. No, don’t cry, not now and not here in front of thousands of people…

“Stan, are you all right?” the old Ford asks. “I think we’re starting in just a few moments…”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Stan collects himself, turning back to face his brother. “I’m ready for —”

He blinks, and his voice cuts off. Bobbing on each side of the dock are identical boats, equipped with massive harpoon guns but otherwise not at all unlike the Stan O’ War back home.

The old Ford seems equally stunned. “Oh, right. They flooded the arena, so we’ll be sailing. Of course. Should have expected that…”

The young twins gleefully hop aboard their vessel, lacking any context that might make boats emotionally confusing, and get right to work raising the sails and loading the harpoon gun. The older twins procede onboard much more slowly and carefully, like they’re floating just above an underwater mine that could explode at any moment.

I have to bring it up to him now, Stan thinks. This is the least pissed he’s been at me since we were in high school, and we’re already right here on a boat, so it’s relevant…

But before he can summon the courage, Ford beats him to it and asks: “Stan, when we get back home… would you like to go sailing with me after the end of the summer?”

“More than anything else in the world, Sixer,” Stan finally manages after a long stunned silence.

The buzzer sounds, the boats raise their anchors, and a dark shadow uncoils beneath the waves, but most importantly of all, Stan feels alive in a way he hasn’t in years.

“Glad to hear it —” Ford tells him, interrupted as a wave from the serpent’s tail strikes the boat, but he laughs loudly and heartily even as he staggers backwards to regain his balance. “Now turn starboard, quick!”

Stan heaves the rudder to the side as the serpent’s glistening green-scaled head bursts out of the water. It opens a mouth lined with fangs and breathes a spray of brine directly into Stan’s face, blurring his vision, but with commands shouted by Ford every few seconds, their ship still navigates the waves with ease, dodging blow after blow from the serpent.

The other ship trails from a distance, unable to breach the unpredictable patterns of waves, and the young twins watch with wide eyes as the old Ford aims the harpoon gun and fires from point-blank range. The harpoon doesn’t pierce any scales, but its sheer force causes the serpent to reel backwards and gag, coughing up a glowing yellow orb that sails through the air and lands neatly on the deck of the old Stan and Ford’s ship.

Ford is poised to pick it up, but he pauses at the last moment, and waits for Stan to join him. Then they both throw their arms over each other’s shoulders and reach for it in unison.

The rotating hourglass symbol inside spins faster and faster, glowing brighter and brighter until the blinding golden light that emanates from it envelops the whole colosseum. When it subsides, the serpent dives back beneath the waves, and the older team’s score shoots up to the maximum.

YOUNG: 17, OLD: 999

TEAM 2012 WINS THE TIME WISH!

*

“YOU HAVE CLAIMED THE MIRACULOUS POWER TO ALTER TIME PARADOX-FREE!” Time Baby congratulates the older twins. “NOW WHAT WISH SHALL YOU MAKE, AND WHAT FATE WILL YOU CHOOSE FOR THE LOSERS?”

The old Stan and Ford look at each other, and then at their younger selves.

“We’re not going to wipe your memories, that’s for sure,” the old Ford assures them. “But I’m not too keen on letting you stay eternally young, either.”

The young Stan sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, it was kind of a bad idea anyway…”

“If my Ford and I had kept being stubborn assholes, I almost wouldn’t have blamed ya,” the old Stan admits, “but I think we’re done with that whole grudge thing, right, Ford?”

“It’s about time we did,” Ford agrees, before turning to address Time Baby. “Is it within your power to create two separate, coexisting timelines?”

“OF COURSE IT IS — I’M TIME BABY! I DROP MY PACIFIER, AND A NEW TIMELINE SPAWNS INTO EXISTENCE!”

“Well, then —” Ford places his hand on the Time Wish floating at his side. “We wish for our younger selves to be returned to 1963, but in a new timeline where they aren’t required to follow our path, while my Stan and I go back to our timeline in 2012. Is that alright with you, Stanley?”

“Almost. Just gotta do one last thing.” Stan points at his younger self. “Hey, you — be careful around your brother’s science experiments, don’t listen to Dad when he says you’ll never make a fortune, and invest in cryptid-based tourism as soon as you can. Should do pretty well for yourself as long as you remember all that.”

“Oh, that’s wise,” Ford says. “Stanford, you should absolutely visit the town of Gravity Falls, Oregon because it’s full of incredible anomalies previously unknown to science, but you should absolutely never read anything you find inscribed on the walls of the caves there. Also, just to be safe, be extremely wary around snappily dressed triangles or anyone with slit yellow eyes. Don’t build any interdimensional portals no matter who tells you it’s a good idea! Cryptozoology is more than enough to make you famous — not that you even need fame to prove yourself as a scientist. You’ll also do perfectly well for yourself as long as you’re careful around the supernatural, and stick by Stanley’s side.”

A glowing golden portal appears behind the younger twins, and they both nod.

“Thanks, guys,” the young Ford tells them. “See you — well, I guess we won’t be seeing or becoming you now that we’re not the same people anymore…”

The old Stan shrugs. “Look, I’m no scientist, but being parallel timeline versions of each other sounds close enough to being the same. At the very least, we’ll always be thinking of you guys, and you’ll always be thinking of us.”

The old Ford nods. “That’s a drastic oversimplification of the workings of the multiverse, but not necessarily a misleading one.”

“Goodbye, grumpy old us.” The young Stan gives them one last wave, and he and Ford step through the portal. “Have fun sailing around the world.”

***

The old Ford and Stan awaken on the porch of the Mystery Shack, the night still just as young as it had been when they’d first been arrested.

“Okay, Dr. Science, do you know why my watch hasn’t move forward even though I still feel exhausted?” Stan asks.

Ford sighs. “Just Time Baby having one last laugh, I assume.”

Stan gets to his feet and opens the door. “I’m gonna go crash in the living room. Not sure these old tired legs can make it upstairs.”

Ford follows him. “Glad I’m not the only one whose adrenaline has thoroughly worn off. I’m not sure I could make it downstairs.” He pauses. “Stan, in a day or two from now, after we’ve gotten some rest and maybe played some tabletop RPGs with the kids, how would you feel about exploring an alien spaceship with me?”

Stan collapses onto his chair in the living room. “Ask me again when my back isn’t killing me, but the answer then will definitely be a ‘hell yes.’”

Ford sits down in a chair at the table, pulling off his trench coat and folding it into a makeshift pillow. “Good night, Stanley.”

“Goodnight, Sixer.”

***

End notes:

In the prime timeline, Stan and Ford succeed in getting the alien adhesive from the spaceship, and use it to seal up the rift permanently — and then, just for good measure, study the Zodiac and use it to permanently banish Bill from the dimension. They spend the next few years sailing around the world, and meet up with the kids every summer for DD&MD sessions and other family bonding activities.

I think that the Ford from the new timeline doesn’t get into West Coast Tech, but does get a full scholarship to a school much nicer than Backupsmore. Stan is careful around Ford’s experiments, including the many inventions inspired by things Ford saw in the future — but Filbrick is still an asshole, so he kicks Stan out the day after he turns eighteen. Luckily, this coincides with Ford moving into his college dorm, so Stan semi-legally lives with Ford in his dorm room for a few months until Ford convinces him to apply to the college’s art program, and Stan’s comics about time travel start to garner a lot of attention. Somewhere along the line, they meet Fidds, and many fun Mystery Trio adventures are had in Gravity Falls without any Bill involvement whatsoever.