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calpops · 4 years

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Calum finds that navigating parenthood on his own can be hard but his friends will always be there to help. Based on the prompts: “you’re not alone”, “thank you, for everything” and “dance with me”.

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Nights that were once peaceful and curtained in a familial bliss became a struggle. Calum and his kids usual nighttime routines were flipped upside down the day his partner and their mother walked out of the door. Only a month had passed and the toll it was taking was weighing heavy on the broken family. What once was bedtime stories and being tucked in extra tight with giggles and good night’s became late nights with heartache and questions with no answers. Calum’s son Declan was only three and fighting to try and find a semblance of understanding to something inexplicable. He didn’t want to go to bed; he was scared that Calum may not be there when he woke up. No matter how many times Calum promised he wouldn’t leave Declan’s trust and hope was already shattered by someone who’d made and broken those same promises. And with his one year old daughter Addie in his arms the fight felt futile. Declan was strong willed and heartbroken. Calum hurt for him, for Addie and for all of the relationships tattered in the fray.

Calum was exhausted. Dark circles painted themselves under his dulled eyes and languid motions accompanied him through long days. Declan was back at preschool after a couple of weeks staying home. But Addie was with Calum day in and day out. Daycare was an option but with a heart that hurt and a yearning need to keep his kids close Calum chose to keep Addie with him. At least for a little while longer. The band was in stride, working on a new album though the prospect of touring with Calum’s new situation was looking fragile. He’d bring Addie to the studio and writing sessions; his band mates always welcomed her with open arms and suggestions that they could look after her for a while—if Calum needed a moment for himself. He’d yet to do so, always powered through the exhaustion and hurt. Always kept her and Declan as close as possible. Tried to stay strong for all of them.

That strength was beginning to crumble; his resilience was breaking and sheer exhaustion was winning. One night felt heavier than most. Late hours were filled with more tears and questions than ever before. It was nearly one in the morning when Calum finally picked up his phone. He was hesitant; not wanting to wake Ashton or his family at such an hour, but with Declan in hysterics and Addie unable to sleep, he felt he couldn’t handle it alone. Not tonight. He swallowed his pride and dialed, it rang only once and he didn’t have to say anything more than a cracked hello before Ashton told him he’d be over in a minute. Living so close by lent truth to Ashton’s words but even a minute felt like a lifetime. It took all of the strength left in Calum to pick himself up off of the couch with Addie in his arms and Declan trailing him to get the door. An instant sense of relief washed through him when Ashton pushed his way through and began taking control of a situation Calum nearly felt helpless and hopeless in.

“Declan,” Ashton began, his stern fatherly voice taking hold. Usually it was reserved for when one of his flock ran a little too wild. But this time there was a presence of softness and understanding. “You need to go to bed.”

Declan, with tears still in his eyes and a staunch stubbornness innate within him, simply said no. It wasn’t funny; the nights of no’s and tears were heavy and becoming a problem. But the dry laugh that spilled out of Calum may have indicated otherwise. If it weren’t for the tilt of Ashton’s head at the simple word of defiance or the way his jaw went slack, laughter wouldn’t have been his first response. Calum could only watch the rest of the exchange as he gently bounced a stirring Addie, hoping it might lull her.

“No?” Ashton asked as he bent down, one knee hitting the tile floor and hands settling on his other leg. Declan stayed contrite in his answer with crossed arms. “Why?”

Declan merely shook his head and planted himself firmly at Calum’s side. A few minutes of bargaining and begging ensued, a small bribe and an eventual agreement got Declan’s hold off of Calum and scooped into Ashton’s arms instead. Calum felt a pang as Ashton walked off with Declan, a tightness in his chest that ached and wondered if he was doing the right thing; if he was doing right by his kids and handling everything well. Through the pain and doubt a small noise cut through, Addie’s giggle settling his worries as he looked at her in all of her innocence and love. She stared back at Calum, now more awake than ever, brown eyes big and small curls wild as another little laugh escaped her.

“What’s so funny, little lady?”

Calum wasn’t expecting her to answer and was startled when Ashton’s voice rang out instead. “He knocked out as soon as I turned the lights off.”

“Good,” Calum notes; unsure how Ashton even managed to get him so far as into bed. Most nights Calum couldn’t get him down the hallway and usually ended up with Declan restless in his bed for the night. “He’s overtired. Needs to get some sleep.”

“And so do you,” Ashton quipped with a raised eyebrow and gesture to hand Addie off to him.

Calum quickly shook his head and held her just a bit closer. “It’s okay, I can get her to sleep.”

“She’s wide awake and you’re half asleep on your feet.”

Calum considered that for a moment. Felt the weight of Addie in his tired arms, the weakness in his knees and the gentle sway of his body begging him to rest. He ran his fingers gently through her curls and gave her one last kiss before reluctantly letting Ashton take over. He wasn’t sure how he managed to bring himself to bed, always noting the absence of another on the left, or how he fell asleep when his life was spiraling out of control. But when morning came and the house was silent Calum realized he hadn’t slept so well in weeks. Panic cut through him when blurry numbers on the clock came into view. A blinking ten am stared back at him and prompted him to jump up and rush to the living room. He caught his breath and a subtle wind of confusion when he saw Luke on the couch, coddling Addie.

“Where’s Declan?” Calum asked abruptly and tacked on, “and Ashton?”

Luke turned to face Calum and then shot his eyes towards the front door. “Ash brought him to preschool. Said he was gonna get you some groceries after. Called me for backup with Addie. She had breakfast and helped me do the dishes.”

Calum relaxed. All the tension he had been holding inside began to ease at the help from his friends. The kitchen was cleaned from its once perilous state of dishes stacked in the sink and food cluttering the countertops. Calum sighed, shook his head and felt his heart drop. He hadn’t meant for their world to be spun so far into chaos. He had been trying to keep his head above water and his kids afloat for weeks. Last night they sank.

“I’m sorry,” Calum whispered as he joined Luke and Addie on the couch. “I’m sorry you guys got pulled into all of this. I should be doing better on my own.”

Luke scoffed, eyebrows knitting together and an incredulous look capturing his eyes. He shifted, moving to better face Calum and keep Addie comfortable in his hold. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You don’t have to be sorry for needing help. We love you and the kids, we’re gonna be here for you whether you like it or not.”

A dry laugh escaped Calum and an appreciative head nod followed.

“Besides, I don’t think I’m ever letting go of Addie,” Luke continued and gave her a small squeeze. “She’s mine now.”

Calum shook his head and reached his arms out. “Luke, give me my baby.”

Luke grinned then scrunched up his nose as he looked at the sleeping baby in his arms. “No, maybe later.”

Calum could only laugh at the exchange and found himself feeling much lighter by the time Ashton was walking through the door with bags of groceries in his grasp. When all was put away and Addie was put down for a proper nap—Luke being very reluctant to let go—Calum took a moment to express his appreciation.

“Thank you guys, for everything. I don’t—I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“You won’t have to,” Ashton reaffirmed Luke’s earlier sentiment. “We’ve got you. Why don’t you go get some extra rest. Mike’s gonna pick Declan up from school and bring him to dance practice—we’ll have a big family dinner tonight. You don’t have to do a thing.”

Calum nodded as he realized how much he missed the company of his friends and their families. That they truly were all one big family. His kids would always have him and the extra love of their extended family. He came back to the surface in a gentle float as he reminded himself he’d never have to go through anything alone—all he had to do was ask for help.

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years

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Do you think the next gen kids would have a familiars? What kind of non magical pets do you think they would have?

the way i like to view familiars in general is like. they come to you when you are in a situation where you need guidance, as both like an emotional support animal and as like. y’know a lil guard cat or just some sorta being that offers advice in it’s own lil way, kinda like how kit would hiss at evil, even when the charmed ones couldn’t detect it. so, as the the majority of the next gen have really grown up around magic, and are familiar and comfortable with it, i don’t think any of them have really had familiars yet bc there’s been like no need for such guidance. i think they all might end up with familiars at one point or another after they move out, maybe not like Right Away, but like when they inevitably end up hitting one point of crisis or another.

i think wyatt’s familiar would definitely be a cat, and i think wyatt would give it like a really cutesy and sorta stereotypical cat name like y’know mittens or mochi or mr. whiskers that type of thing. i think his familiar would come to him after you know he’s completed college he’s moved out he’s doing fine he’s a good witch blah blah blah everything’s chill and then like. boom. something’s triggered some sort of crisis of faith or distorted self image where wyatt is just like really scared that maybe him becoming evil is something that destiny wills and there’s no way that he can separate himself from the darkness that is inside of him and one day it’s gonna take hold and it’s gonna be more than he can bear yada yada yada he’s spiraling cat.

it think chris’s familiar would also be a cat and i think chris would give it like a really dumb name low effort like it’s probably just gonna be named cat unless bianca names the cat first (and if bianca names the cat it’s going in two possible directions either she gives the cat like a proper real quasi witchy name like sage or ostara or she names the cat chris jr and chris is like I Am Not Calling The Cat Chris Jr but then finds himself calling the cat chris jr and is just like 😡😡) i’m not sure really when chris would get a familiar clearly i’ve implied he’s with bianca in some manner at this point bc like. chris is a really good witch. like obvi he’s moody and in distress at all hours or whatever but it’s more to do with his personal relationships and less to do with his relationship to the craft, so i don’t think anything in his life really warrants a familiar. however, after he meets bianca i think there’s definitely sorta a shift in his world view bc while she’s a witch too the way she practices and just the basic way she engages w magic / magic engages w her is so distinctly different than anything chris has ever know that now he really just want to know more. like now that he knows there’s more out there he’s invested. also i think the two of them have just like a lot of grand dramatic adventures so the day to day peril level has definitely increase warranting a familiar

for melinda i would actually love to see her familiar be a bird maybe like a bluejay or something idk why i just think it’d be cute esp for a witchlighter and i love the idea of her just sorta whistling tunes and it whistling back and everyone being like lmao alright miss disney princess or whatever 🙄🙄 i think she might actually name the bird after a disney sidekick or something that could be the name of a disney sidekick i think she’s put a lot of effort and thought into the name. i’m not really sure when she would get one like obvi the transition to college would be a good time idk i may or may not write one in i just gave her a new whitelighter for this move so like i don’t think there’s an overwhelming need for a second guide but at the same time the more i think ab it the more i really like the idea of her having this bird

next on the docket i guess is tamora who i actually do have plans for giving a familiar but it wouldn’t be until she moved out bc she presently still lives at home with her parents all that blah blah blah it’s a very comfortable environment with magic sorta just like imbued in the walls all that but when she moves out she’s like what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck very taylor swift’s never grow up verse three energy and i was Also gonna give her a cat bc what can i say i feel like she’s a cat person and i think she might give the cat a person name like lilah or charlie or something

kat on the other hand would probs have a dog as her familiar maybe like a medium sized one like 45lbs if that reference helps and honestly i’m picturing like a pittie or a bull terrier one of those types of dogs bc i think kat is like really stubborn and loyal and i want a stubborn and loyal dog to match also i find those breed adorable. rn i have kat just gallivanting around the world in sorta a quest of personal discovery so while it could warrant a familiar there’s just a lot of travels rn and i feel like it’s not a good like practical situation to have a animal around y’know But she also might be moving again soon and maybe this location will be a bit more permanent so maybe it’s time to bring in a familiar?? hers might also be a shared familiar w a future roommate

okay i’m throwing in an honorary henry jr piece bc he’s not a witch so he doesn’t get a familiar but i think after he moves out he finds a stray dog and brings it in maybe like a lucky/pizza dog situation and he always jokes that the dog is his familiar and he’s probably give it a wiccan name maybe he finds the dog on beltane and names it after the holiday blah blah blah the point is when the times comes for beltane and henry to say goodbye & it’s really sad and all that when henry takes his dog collar home on the back of the nametag he finds and intricately carved triquetra and feels the presence of his dog briefly pass by

okay onto pj pj isn’t actually a horse girl but like emotionally she is if she was raised in like sonoma instead of san francisco her familiar would 100% be a horse. but she lives in the city. so she’s not getting a horse. i also really like the idea or her familiar being a doe but once again. urban living isn’t necessarily compatible with that. so like. cat dog or bird i think. i think i like dog the best but i think more like a playful goofy dog less like kat’s or henry’s and maybe more like a corgi?? and honestly pj would probably name her dog cheddar as i think she’s voted most likely to name things after tv characters

okay i wanna give parker a ferret i wanna give parker a ferret and i want her to know it like rascal or something i have no idea when this ferret would come into play again probs after she moves out but as parker is like 16 i have put little to no brain power in figuring out what her moving out looks like or entails i just like the idea of a squirmy wormy chaos ferret.

snake. look, i really want one of the kids to have a snake as their familiar, and i’ve come to the conclusion that it’s gotta be peyton. i don’t know why, i just feel it in my jellies. and i think peyton would definitely be freaked The Fuck out by the snake suddenly in her apartment but i think she’d end up growing so comfortable around it that she forgets it’s like weird and sometimes people just come over and there’s like a giant ass snake vibing on the kitchen counter and they’re like !!!! and she’s like oh yeah meet like rupert or bartholomew or some other name that just feels like really old or something

as far as non-magical pets, i think piper’s family would be mostly like to have one (i think probably a dog) as not only do they just like feel like a family that would have a pet they’re also the only ones who live in A House (i personally picture both paige and phoebe’s families living in like apartments like not Apartment Apartments but y’know it’s like a singular floor is yours and it looks like a proper house it’s just like a whole bunch of them stack on top of each other y’know the point being they don’t necessarily lend themselves to pets). i think second most likely to have pets is paige & henry’s family bc i feel like henry would be the type of guy to have always wanted a dog bc like given his whole situation growing up in the system being a foster kids bouncing around from place to place never really feeling like he had a family or home so like a sign of stability and finality and comfort and all that to him would be having a pet. and he strikes me as a dog person. phoebe and coop win least likely to have a pet if they did it’d probably be a cat just bc i feel like phoebe didn’t really grow up with pets and coop didn’t grow up at all really so it wasn’t really something that crossed their minds however if the girls brought it up and like begged for a pet i think they’d be game

also you didn’t ask but i am writing a dency story and she does have a familiar it’s a cat he lives with her & her roommate his name is bozo and he only has one eye

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maximoffzinha · 4 years

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Candyman (50′s AU)

The war is over. Poe goes out to drink and can't help but to feel lost. What he's gonna do? His life was only war, and now it ended, and all he has left is a Corgi... And the memory of a voice as sweet as candy.

A/N: So, this is the first time I tried to write something like this... Never done reader inserts before but Poe really puts me in the mood. PS: Please have in mind that english is NOT my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes

°°° It was a warm night; people were dancing around the bar finally being able to enjoy parties again. The War was over, for good this time, and Poe wasn’t going to waste any time. Being a Pilot for the royal fleet wasn’t easy, he lost many colleagues and many friends, but tonight was about happiness, a celebration! His best friend Finn invited him and two of the nurses of their squadron, Rey and Rose, for this party, they had become good friends besides the environment where they met, and while he was walking around he saw Snap and his wife Karé together laughing and enjoying each other presence in the midst of the drunk mess and the dancing couples.“I’m telling you man, I think I have a shot at the academy.”- Finn told him excitedly, he was looking for work after the army dismissed him at the end of the war.“That’s awesome Finn! I got a job at a local hospital, if you need a place to crash, we have a spare bedroom since Rose and I share the suit.”- Rey says with a smile, the two women have been living together after the hell they’ve been through on the field.“And you Poe? Any plans?” Poe stared at his friends, had he any plans really? Those five years fighting had been the only thing occupying his mind, he never thought he would get a chance to do something else, hell he never thought the war was going to end. Except it did, what did he have left? Sure, he was a General now… But he didn’t see himself in the military front forever… He wanted a domestic life, a house to get back to, someone to get back too… He even knew who he wanted, but the was too much of a coward to look for her… What could he give her? Scars, psychological trauma and a corgi. At least BB wasn’t expecting much more of him than belly rubs and food. All of his friends had some sort of last resource, someone to get back to (well he had his father, and his sort-of-maybe-adoptive-Mother Leia, but it wasn’t the same). He mumbled some idiotic answer to his friends that seemed pleased enough, and was shaken out of his sadness by the sound of applauses and a familiar up beat tune.“Holy shit, they brought her!”“I thought she had retired!”Soon enough a velvet like voice began to sing, and Poe didn’t need to look up to the stage to know it was really you. Two Years Ago… Poe and his squadron were back to the base after a month long operation that took them all the way to Eastern Europe, they were tired, beat down, and grieving with the loss of many colleagues, so imagine their surprise when they saw a show stage in the middle of the field. Colonel Solo gave them the day off to enjoy the show paid by the US allies as a reward for their backup.Poe and the guys did their best to freshen up and went on their way to the show, some girl choir was there and the guys were excited to maybe get laid. It was nice to see them hoping for something else besides survival. A upbeat sound started and some well dressed women were up, their outfits reminded him of some military secretaries back home, their hair in perfect Victorian Rolls with a hat on top that resembled the formal uniform he had stored away. They began to sing and dance some sort of mock up march, and then there she was… Y/N Y/L/N. The men around Poe started howling and whistle when they saw the American beauty. Poe was frozen, as she sang the song (so full of innuendos that got him in a mood), somehow their eyes locked and the words coming out of her mouth held a lot more of meaning.“There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm... He’s a one stop shop, makes the panties drop...” -She licked her deep red tinted lips and Poe found himself doing the same. “He’s a sweet talkin’, sugar coated Candyman”- The other girls supplied backing up her strong voice.The lead lady then took of her blazer living her in a tight blue tank top like dress that had the soldiers screaming louder. “Well, by now I'm getting all bothered and hot…When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot… He had lips like sugar cane, oh” “Good things come for boys who wait!”- She winked giving a side smirk then turned around to dance with the backing vocal ladies.She then opened space for two girls come to the front, a red headed, and a blonde.“He's a one stop, gotcha hot, makin' all the panties drop…”- The blonde one sang and danced her way next to the red head. “He's a one stop, got me hot, makin' my (uh) pop…”- they both dance to stand next to the main singer who smiles before singing. “He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby, don't stop”- She sang and they got on to the next part. “He got those lips like sugar can…- They belted a high note in harmony and Poe saw some of his mates literally drooling. - “Good things come for boys who wait” “He's a one stop shop with a real big (uh)… - The main lady sang without breaking eye contact with Poe who swallowed dry. – “He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man…” After the show Poe didn’t try to invade the stage like his desperate friends, he went straight to the backstage, nervously passing his hands on his dark curls, he avoided the other girls going straight to her, every second he got less confident but he found himself knocking on the support bar of your makeshift tent.“Yes? Come in please.”- Poe stepped inside the tent and saw her wearing a lighter blouse, in trousers and a pair of black boots, still with her make up on, he thought she was even more beautiful that way. “Hello? Anybody there?”- She was snapping her fingers on his face, and he felt the warmth spread across his face. “Sorry, ma’am. I’m Commander Poe Dameron, from the black squadron.”- He said still embarrassed. “Commander? Very interesting… I’m Y/N. So Fly Boy, are you here to show me you have ‘The lips like sugar cane?’ like every other officer on this camp might try later?” Poe was taken back, what was exactly his plan? He really didn’t think this through, and was feeling kind of stupid, I mean, did he really thought he was the only man that tried to win her? “… That must be tough.”- He found himself saying. “It’s more tiering than anything else really… Most of the times the guys understand the meaning of NO, but other times… Sorry, you don’t have anything to do with this.” “No, I don’t mind… I can’t imagine that is easy to be out here having to entertain a bunch of needy man.”- He said with a smile, she sat down on a bed and motioned to him to sit with her. “I shouldn’t complain, you are doing an essential job, taking the real risk, and I’m a showgirl. I wish I could do more, maybe being a nurse… Or even fight like those Russian girls.” – She sighed. “Try to fight? That’s not something you see everyday… You any good with a pistol?”- He said with a smile and an idea popping into his mind. “I know some stuff, my dad taught me even though I was a girl… It came with the singing classes.”- She smiled a little as she got a small pistol from her boot.Poe let a small laugh out as he got up and gave out his hand to the woman, she hesitated a little but accepted his silent invite and followed him out of her tent.It was already night and the sky was clear and the star shined bright.“Where are you taking me Fly Boy?”- she said smiling. Poe could see the stars reflected in her eyes, as she could see it in his. “You’re gonna have to trust in my Showgirl…” – He smiled back at her.This man was weird, but by far the gentlest and educated one she found on this tour through the camps. It also helped that he was devilish handsome, his smile was broad and true, his hair was beautiful even though she knew the supplies were few, but his eyes… His eyes dragged her in and she found herself lost in them already. She was no fool, she knew love at first sight didn’t exist, but damn if this wasn’t a close to the feeling.That night he took her to the forest, and he showed her the beauty behind all the pain they were living. Present times. He had kissed her, he had loved her in the short while they were together, after he took her back to the camp she gave him her full name, told him to look for her after the war, she said she would be waiting… And he didn’t do that. Not because he had forgotten her, God knew there was no way for him to forget her, but because he knew better. She was a star, a fucking singer, with a brilliant career ahead of her, and he was what? Another soldier. Just another pilot without a plan.When she started to sing, that same lewd song that got him and so many other soldiers crazy, he only smiled, making way to the front of the stage being pulled by Finn and the girls who were dancing happily.She saw him. How could she not? Right there, with the formal uniform that made him look so damn good, she was singing that same damned song that she sang the night they met. And fuck if it didn’t make her remember him, it was like the lyrics were about him. Fucking gorgeous bastard… She thought without stopping the show, and while he looked at her singing, she formed a plan to never let him go again. “He’s a sweet talkin’, sugar coated Candyman… A sweet talkin’, sugar coated Candyman.” As the crowded bar applauded Y/N got down from the stage and staying in front of Poe she got him by the neck of his shirt and brought him down for a heated kiss, it didn’t take long for him to respond to it letting even a small moan as he held her by the waist and felt her fingers tugging in his hair. “Wow… Showgirl… What’s this for?” “I missed my Fly Boy and his candy cane lips…” – She whispered against his mouth, they separated when finally noted the whistles and cat calls around them. “You didn’t look for me, so I came after you, Commander Dameron…” “It’s General now actually…”- He smiled at her surprised face. “It seems like we have a lot of catching up to do.”- She said playing with the medals on his blazer. “We do… What do you say we come back here… Thursday, 7 p.m. sharp.”- He said smiling. “Is this an order, General?” “It’s a hopeful request from a stupid man that almost let you go.” “Then it’s settled. 7 p.m. sharp. Dress nicely, you look good in tuxedos, Candyman…” She went away with a sway of her hips and left Poe smiling like a fool not even noticing the sheer disbelief on his friends faces… He didn’t know what the future would be like… But at least he had a date.

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orangeoctopi7 · 4 years

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Champions

I know I already posted something for the last week of @stanuary but that was sort of a place-holder for this. I’ve been sick on-and-off for the last month or so, so I wasn’t sure if I’d finish this in time. I did get time to work on it the other day while I was at work.

This is a crossover with Atop the Fourth Wall’s Contest of Champions, but you don’t need any prior knowledge of AT4W to understand what’s happening. I’m just borrowing a concept, really. (Although I do want to do a second chapter where Stan interacts with those characters)

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Stan was awoken in the middle of the night by one of Ford’s alarms going off. He groggily sat up as his brother jumped out of his own hammock and dashed to the controls, muttering curses under his breath the whole way.

“Wazzat?” Stan groaned.

“An extradimensional portal just opened up aboard the Stan'o'war! But my sensors aren’t picking up any foreign lifeforms. Whatever it was must also have access to time travel. It must have paused time, entered our dimension, done whatever it was trying to do, and then left before restoring the flow of time.”

“Y'sure your nerd gadgets aren’t just broken?” Stan asked, reaching sleepily for his glasses on the bedside cabinet. He felt around, but instead of the thin plastic frames, he felt a heavy sheet of parchment.

“Yes, I’m sure! Now keep a close eye out for anything out of place! Just because I don’t detect any lifeforms doesn’t mean they couldn’t have left a robot or a bug.”

“Uh, Ford? I think I found what they left.”

Stan finally put his glasses on and looked down at the parchment he’d found. It was the same size as a normal 8.5" by 11" printer paper, but the parchment felt much fancier, like something the Northwests would use for an invitation. Which was exactly what it was.

STANLEY PINES

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE 1049th INTERDIMENSIONAL

CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS

SPEAK ALOUD YOUR ACCEPTANCE AND DETAILS WILL FOLLOW

CONGRATULATIONS, CHAMPION.

“What the…?” Stan muttered, turning the page over to look for more info, but it was blank. “Ford, are you tryin’ to pull some sorta prank? If so, I don’t get your humor at all.”

Ford silently read the invitation over his brother’s shoulder, before snatching it away. “This has to be counterfeit. I know you destroyed Bill, but that’s not… that doesn’t make you… does it?”

“Seriously, Ford, what is this?” Stan asked impatiently.

Ford took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, before answering. “To put it in your terms, Stan, the Contest of Champions is like an interdimensional boxing tournament, only instead of just boxing, the Champions can choose any kind of contest they want.”

“Champions?”

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, I bet this thing will do a much better job of explaining.” He held up the invitation like it was a phone and he was having a video-chat. “We’d like the Terms and Conditions, please.”

Nothing happened.

“Of course, I wasn’t invited.” Ford rolled his eyes and handed the paper back to Stan. “You have to ask it.”

Stan held the paper out like he’d seen Ford doing. “Uh… can you explain this whole thing to me?” He awkwardly addressed the invitation.

With nothing more than a bright flash of light, a figure in dark robes appeared. They looked like they might be human, but every part of them was covered, from their closed hood to their gloved hands.

“Sweet Moses!” Stan shouted in surprise, winding up to punch the intruder.

“Relax, it’s just a hologram recording.” Ford reassured him with a gentle hand on the shoulder.

“The interdimensional Contest of Champions is a tournament.” The hologram began, “Within every parallel reality, there are figures best suited to defend those realities. These individuals are referred to as Champions. The hosts for this contest, the Temlins, have elected to hold a tournament to judge their respective skills against one another. Participants are randomly selected across all realities and invitations are sent. You are under no obligation to join this great tournament, but should you enter, you will be granted the opportunity to test your abilities against other powerful individuals and make an attempt at a great prize. All battles are non-lethal and participation is voluntary. Should you remain victorious through all of your battles, you will be awarded this great prize. Defeat brings only as much dishonor as you allow yourself. If you have any further questions, you may ask now.”

“Wow, that’s quite the schpiel you got there.” Stan grunted. He turned to his brother. “So, let me get this straight. I can’t die, and I get to fight a buncha space dorks for some fancy prize? Sounds like a good time to me!”

“It’s a lot more complex than that.”

“What, you been in one of these things?”

“No, but I watched the coverage of one during my interdimensional travels. I should warn you, they take forever. Since it covers multiple dimensions and timelines, it can be really stretched out. I saw the beginning of the 1018th tournament while I was in the Bubble Dimension, by the time it finally finished, I was in the Flying Whale Dimension, six years later.”

“Well, do I haffta wait on their planet, or somethin’ or can I just go about life as normal?”

Ford shrugged.

“Between rounds, Champions are allowed to prepare as they see fit.” The hologram answered. “The Temlins are aware of the great temporal differences between participating dimensions. Champions are encouraged to continue their normal lives if at all possible while waiting for the next round.”

“Ok. And how do these battles work?”

“From what I remember, one of the contestants gets to choose the contest.”

“For each round, one of the two Champions is selected at random. They must set a battle that is fair to both parties, with a reasonable chance that either could win. The conditions of the battle must be agreed upon by both parties, and approved by the Temlins.”

“So, I just gotta bribe the right people, and make sure I get to pick the challenge. Dirty boxing, or, I dunno, a The Dutchess Approves trivia quiz.”

“Stanley, I’d advise against mentioning bribery in front of the recording device.” Ford scolded him. “And besides, the Temlins are all-powerful beings. I very much doubt you have anything that would interest them.”

“Well, what’ve I got to lose, right? I’ll give it a shot.”

“Stanley, wait, let’s think about this first! I don’t trust the Temlins. That much power, and they use it to host a tournament!? Why couldn’t they have done something about Bill, why couldn’t they use that power to stop injustice across the multiverse?”

Stan gasped in mock surprise. “What!? You don’t trust somebody? That’s never happened before! Whatever will I do with this new, vital information?”

“Stanley, I’m serious!”

“C'mon Ford, the man says it’s voluntary. If things get sketchy, I’ll quit! ‘Snot like I expect to win this thing. Think of it this way, I get to fight crazy space guys. You get to study whatever crazy space guys they send our way, and maybe if I get really lucky, I win some fancy sci-fi prize.”

Ford sighed. “I’ll admit, that does sound tempting.”

“Great, cuz I’m doin’ it!” Stan turned back to the hologram. “I, uh, speak aloud my acceptance, or however this works.”

“Welcome, Stanley Pines, to the Contest of Champions.”

“Great. So now what?”

“Preliminary round begins now.”

“Wait, what?”

“Your opponent is Ace Corgi, Attorney at Paw. Battlefield has been selected as Stanley Pines’”

“Ford, you said these things take forever!”

“Well I never saw anything about a preliminary round on the broadcast!”

Another brilliant flash filled the cabin. The hologram had disappeared, and in its place was a stout dog with pointy ears and a steel-gray coat. It looked just as surprised as they were. Ford’s alarms started again.

“Oh, are we starting now?” It asked in a deep voice that belied its small size.

“Aw, lookit the cute talking dog!” Stan cooed.

“That must be the Champion from the Corgi Dimension!”

“There’s a Corgi Dimension!?”

“Yes, but last I heard, the Champion of the Corgi Dimension was Atticus.”

“Oh, He retired just last year.” The small dog explained. “Now, which one of you humans is my opponent?”

Stan raised his hand.

“Thank you. Now have at thee!”

The dog lunged without warning, going straight for Stan’s knees.

“What the H!?” Stan shouted as he nearly toppled to the ground. His first instinct was to dropkick the animal, but he knew Mabel would never forgive him for doing such a thing to a cute dog, even if it was in self defense. Luckily, he knew a thing or two about dealing with rowdy dogs from his time pug trafficking. He grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, doing his best to avoid the snapping jaws, and forced the dog onto its back.

“A little help here?” He yelled to Ford as he struggled to keep the wiggling dog still.

The old scientist held his hands up. “I’m not allowed to interfere.”

The dog took advantage of Stan’s split attention and squirmed out of his grasp.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” Stan shouted as the corgi chased him up onto the deck.

“I’m not being a jerk, it’s the rules!” Ford called after him.

Stan at least had the presence of mind to grab his boots and his coat as he dashed for the stairs. Luckily, the steps slowed his stubby-legged pursuer down, and he was able to actually put them on.

“You cur! Your giant ledges won’t be enough to stop me!"

"What the heck, I thought we had to both agree on the battle first!?”

“That’s what I thought too, but it seems the Temlins get to decide the battle for the preliminary round. I suppose it saves time.” The dog replied as it hopped up the last step.

What the heck am I supposed to do!? Stan wondered to himself. I’m not gonna punch a little dog!

He ran around the deck a couple of times, trying to tire the little guy out, but the dog had boundless energy, and it’s fur coat was obviously better at keeping the cold out than Stan’s cotton one. Finally, his eyes caught sight of the net he and Ford used to catch specimens for his brother’s research. Perfect!

Out-maneuvering a herding dog was a challenge, but in the end he managed. After all, corgis were bred to herd large groups of sheep, not one cunning old man. Once Stan grabbed the net, he tossed it over his opponent, tangling up its little legs almost instantly. The dog continued to squirm, attempting to wiggle its way out once again. When this proved futile, it started to gnaw on the cables of the net.

“Yeah, good luck, Bucko.” Stan chuckled. “That net’s meant for things way bigger and more magical than you.”

“Preliminary round has ended. The victor is Stanley Pines.” The hologram appeared again in a flash of light. “You are both Champions worthy of being in this great tournament. Now you must await your summoning for the first true round. Information and dossiers about the other participants will be made available to you soon, relative to your own universe’s timescale. Welcome, once again, to the Contest of Champions.”

With that, the hologram disappeared again.

“Good show, human!” The dog barked happily. “Will you please let me out now?”

“Oh, right.” Stan pulled the net away. “Not that it’s any of my business, but if I can beat you, ya might not last many rounds in this tournament.”

“Oh, this dog still has a few tricks. I don’t want to show all my best moves before we’ve even begun!”

“Good point. Hey, before ya go, would it be too much to ask for a picture? My niece would really love you.”

“But of course!”

“Hey Ford, get up here!” Stan called down the stairs to the cabin.

“I told you, I can’t help during the match!”

“It’s already over, genius! We’re takin’ a commemorative photo! Bring up the camera!”

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Wait for me to come home Pt.3

Summary: Eddie surprises you by showing up at your home. Unfortunately, it’s not the only surprise you will have.

Masterlist Part 2.

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader, Venom x Reader

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing

Words: 3320 words

A/N: Wow, I haven’t published in a while! I’m so sorry guys!

You wake up the next morning with a grin plastered on your face. The memories of last night are fresh and you can’t stop yourself; you roll to the edge of the bed and grab your camera from your nightstand. You go to the gallery and select the photo of your kiss. Your heartbeat accelerates and you start to laugh at yourself. I feel like a teenage girl again.

You get up from your bed and go to the kitchen with joy in your steps. You let your camera near your laptop and make yourself some breakfast. You ask yourself if you should call him, or if doing it would make you look desperate. You weren’t involved in a relationship since… well, never, so the perspective of screwing this one up was very likely and scary.

Damn. One date and I’m already enamored. You finish your toasts and get to work. You connect your camera to your laptop and open your photos in Photoshop. First, you decided to work on the firefly kiss photo and then, you would finish the last details on the shots for Sam.

Finding your first project, you started to analyze it. You don't want to modify it much. Just correct some things here and there. You changed some parameters and you found a little string getting out from Eddie's neck. Frowning, you zoom on it. Is my lens defect? Damn, I'll have to buy another one.

An hour and a half later, you finished your photo and Sam's order and send him an email thanking him for the opportunity and asking if he has some new subject. You almost forget to attach the different pictures to your email, but you add them to the attached files at the last second. You get a reply 6 minutes later.

Perfect as always Y/N! I would ask you to catch some shots of the misery of the slums, but it’s raining like there is no tomorrow and I would never ask that to anyone. It’s not safe. Take a day off and I’ll contact you tomorrow. Take care.

-Sam

Frowning, you get up and pull the curtains. Sam was right, there was a downpour outside and you are surprised that you didn’t hear it before. The sky was a dark grey despite the fact that it was 10 am. You grabbed your candles in the bathroom, just in case the electricity goes out and decided to try and paint a bit. After gathering all of your painting essentials, you changed clothes, putting on an old t-shirt and short full of paint stains. You already knew what you wanted to paint.

You remembered when you were a child, you were often scared of storms and one of the only things that could reassure you were your dog Maverick. He was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and at that time, your best friend. Sadly, he passed away a couple of years back, but you still missed his energetic presence.

So you begin to paint, replaying happy memories of your childhood in your head. You get lost in your thoughts and in the painting, so when the house falls in the dark, you jump and spill paint all over yourself. Groaning, you try to make your way to the kitchen counter without putting stain everywhere. When you manage to find the counter in the dark, you are proud that you didn’t hit your toes on anything. Putting down your painting stuff, you search for your matches and the candles. You light some and dispose of them through your apartment. When you put the last one on your work desk, a loud knock startles you and you almost drop the candle on the floor. Your heart races and you finally put the object down to go answer the door.

You are surprised to see Eddie standing at your door, soaking wet. When he sees you, a blush creeps on his face and he smiles shyly at you. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi, Eddie.” You smile at him and do a step on the side to let him in. You go to the bathroom to get him a towel. When you get back, there is a little puddle at his feet and you chuckle. “What brings you here?” you ask while giving him the towel.

He takes it and starts to dry his clothes. “Well, I was in the area and I decided to stop a minute to say hi.” He had stepped out of his shoes and removed his leather jacket. His t-shirt was clutching to his body and you couldn’t stop yourself, you stare at his chest. When he finished drying what he could and caught your gaze, he grins and hands you back the towel. You feel the heat coming to your cheeks.

“And why would you be outside in this weather? Not really enjoyable for a walk.” you try to turn his attention.

Just before you turn around to dispose of the towel, you see Eddie scratching the back of his head. “Okay, maybe I got out just to come here,” he admits. A smile forms on your lips and you feel like floating.

“I’m flattered.” you shoot him over your shoulder. Reaching the bathroom, you realize that your clothes are still a little sticky from the paint and you change clothes quickly. When you come back to Eddie with fresh and comfortable clothes, you found him watching your painting. “That’s Maverick,” I tell him. He turns to me with a smile. “He used to help me fight my fear of storms when I was a kid.” Eddie saw some sadness into your eyes and his smile becomes compassionate. He approaches your form to engulf you in his arms.

“It’s a good thing I’m here then. If you are frightened, you won’t be alone,” he says before kissing your forehead. You wrap your arms around his wet torso and tilt your head to see him. His eyes sparkle with the reflection of the candles and the dim light creates a romantic atmosphere. Kissing him would be perfect at the moment, but Mother Nature has other plans for you. A great thunderclap makes you jump and your embrace on Eddie tighten. He chuckles, stroking your back to calm you down.

After a moment you release him, embarrassed. “Would you like to watch a movie?” you ask chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Yeah. But I think I might wet your couch. My clothes are still wet." he said lifting the corner of his t-shirt.

"Choose a movie from my collection," you point your bookcase filled with books and movies. "and I will grab you some spare clothes my brother left here."

Eddie nods and you go searching for the clothes. Hopefully, it wouldn't take you long and you will be able to snuggle in a blanket beside the handsome man in your living room.

While rummaging through your brother spare clothes, you try to bring some sense into yourself. Come on Y/N, stop reacting to the stupid thunder! You're 26, not 5! Now, bring yourself together and act like a grown woman.

You found a t-shirt and sweatpants and return to your living room. Voices make you stop in the doorway and you try to hear the conversation. To your surprise, you only hear Eddie's voice but it's too muffled for you to understand what he says. Maybe he is talking to himself to improve his confidence like you just did. Who knows, maybe he is as nervous as you.

So you step forward and do the only thing that crosses your mind; you throw the clothes at him, hitting him square on the back. Aaand here goes the grown woman thing.

He stops abruptly to talk to himself and turn around to see you, a hand on your mouth, trying to stop your laughter. A smile makes its way on his face and a mischievous glint appears in his eyes. He then starts chasing you around the couch and tickles your sides when he finally catches you. You're laughing so hard that tears fall from your eyes and it's becoming hard to breathe.

"Stop! Stop! I surrender!" you laugh.

Eddie releases you, the grin still on his face. He catches you off guard with a quick kiss that leaves you wanting more. "Don't start a war you can't win."

"Oh you really think you stand a chance against me?" you chuckle.

"Believe me, you really don't know what I can do," he says while getting the dry clothes and heading to the bathroom.

His words make you blush. You know he probably talked about his ability to get you back at your childish demeanor, but you couldn't stop yourself, you imagined another meaning to his words that put your whole body in fire.

Shaking your head, you put the DVD Eddie chose in your laptop and connected it to the TV. A horror movie. You generally didn't like to watch this kind of movie, so why do you have one at your home? Simple. Your nagging brother forgot it here the last time he came to visit you. And now, you'll have to play tough.

Preparing yourself mentally, you place some snacks and drinks on the table near the couch and snuggle into a fluffy blanket.

"The sweatpants are fine, but the t-shirt is too small." you hear Eddie say from behind you. When you turn around to face him, you are greeted by a perfectly chiseled chest and your face start to heat up again. Please darkness, hide my face! Fortunately for you, Eddie doesn't notice your embarrassment.

"Sorry, that's all I got." you stare too long at his torso and need to force yourself to look in his eyes. "But I have a huge blanket that can fit us both."

Nodding, Eddie sits right next to you and you share your precious protector with him. Pressing play on the remote, you think that you might be able to survive the movie after all. Your mind seems too concentrated on the fact that the men next to you was half naked.

Unfortunately, the firsts scream seem to catch your attention and immediately, your body move closer to Eddie while your fists clench a little tighter on the blanket. Being the gentleman he is, Eddie put a hand on your thigh and, thank god, doesn't laugh at you.

You try your hardest during the whole movie to not freak out, to keep your breathing steady and so far, it worked. You managed to watch the most gruesome scene without hiding yourself in the blanket, but when you feel something wet touch your hand, you freeze. You stopped breathing, trying to determine what touches you. You know one of Eddie's hand is on your thigh and the other is lazily picking some snacks. Never before did you hear some noises signaling the presence of rodent. So…

What. Is. Touching. You?

Slowly, you try to touch it with your other hand. You jump when it seems to grip to your fingers and move away from Eddie, causing the blanket to fall on the floor. Your eyes become wide and your breathing accelerates.

Despite the darkness of your apartment, you can see a black goo all over Eddie's chest. You can see it moving slowly, the reflection of the candles making it easier to discern the edges of the mass.

When Eddie's face mirrors your own, the black thing quickly fade inside of his skin and that is what you needed to regain control of your body. Jumping from the couch, you run as fast as you could to your bedroom. On the way, you didn't hear the pleads coming from who you believed was a perfectly honest man, because your heart was pounding into your head.

Closing and locking your bedroom door hastily, you did the first thing that crossed your mind; hiding in the closet. You remember that the girl who did that in the movie died horribly because the killer found her quite easily. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to think about something else than your imminent death.

Because yeah, you are definitely going to die. You are not dump. You know what is this black goo. You've heard about the Demon of San Francisco. A black monster that liked to eat people alive. A monster with sharp teeth, claws and that is way bigger than you.

All those thoughts made your breathing accelerates and the knocks on your bedroom door didn't help. You can hear Eddie asking you yo let him in, that he would explain and promising to never hurt you, but your brain doesn't understand. All you could do was breathing louder and if possible, faster.

Hearing your erratic breathing through the door increased Eddie's panic. You were having a panic attack and he needed to calm you down quickly.

"We can help."

"No, you are just going to make her panic more!"

"She needs help, Eddie. We can help."

"You can't explode the door, take it easy." With a sigh, Eddie let Venom destroy your door handle.

You can't see in the dark, but you hear the claws breaking the wood of your door and the handle been torn apart. Did he just remove the entire handle? Sounds like it, because now you hear your door open and steps approaching your shaking form.

"Y/N please, believe me, I'm not gonna hurt you. Please, you need to calm down." You can hear the worry in his voice and for the first time, you register what he says. Still, you keep yourself in your protective ball and pay attention to his movements.

Eddie gets on his knees and tries to reach you slowly. When his fingertips touch you, you flinch and slap his hand away. Not the best move you've got, but now, it's fight or flight and flight is not possible.

"Y/N we will not hurt you. I promise." Now, you hear fear and it doesn't make sense to you. Why would he fear you? "Slow your breathing, you are hyperventilating."

But you can't do it yourself. So you panic more and Eddie's arms get you out from the closet, right in front of him and he places your hand on his chest.

"Like this. Follow my breathing. In for 4 seconds, keep for 4 seconds and out for 4 seconds."

You do as you are told, following the up and down of his chest. After 4 times, your breathing is back to normal, but tears run down your cheeks. Strong arms pull you to a hard chest and you can't help but grasp on his back. You stay there, not having the force to move. The stroking on your back finally appease you and you are lifted to be set down on your bed. At this moment, the electricity returns and your bedroom fills with light.

You feel an extra weight next on the bed and a hand washing the tears stains from your face.

"You don't have to be afraid of us."

"Us?"

"Venom and me."

You knew it. A thin string got out of Eddie's neck and then, it clicked. The string in the photo, it wasn't a defect of your lens. It was him.

You lock eyes with him and you see the reluctance in his eyes. It makes you more comfortable that he doesn't push you and there is that part of your brain that tells you that if he wanted you dead, he would have done it by now.

Eddie retracts his hand and stands up. "I know you probably fear me right now, but please, let me explain." The thin tendril becomes thick and creates a t-shirt like form on the brown-haired man. "Venom, stop it, you're not helping!" His tone was harsh and you couldn't help but flinch. Seeing it, Eddie passes a hand in his hair with a sigh. "Sorry."

The black mass resorbs in his skin again and you sit, putting your legs over the edge. Slowly, you get up, your legs still weak.

"Does he always listen to you?" You needed reassurance. It didn't work.

"Most of the time, but he can do as he wishes too…" You hesitate to come closer. After all, Venom seemed to take good care of Eddie and you just hit him in the arm. You didn't want to end up hurt. "He would never harm you, you know? We… erm… We like you too much for that."

You frown, not processing what he said. We? As in him and the monster? They both like you? A head coming out from Eddie's shoulder blade gets you back to reality.

"We only wanted to reassure the little one. I am sorry for scaring you."

You didn't expect that. He cared for you and wanted to help you? Disbelief must have been all over your face because Eddie backs him up.

"Y/N, he is not as bad as you think."

"Then why does he eats people?"

You have heard a lot of stories. You needed to know what was true.

Eddie scratches his head, uncomfortable. "He only eats bad people. People who steal, who kill, who rape… not good people."

You nod slowly and take a step forward. You can see hope in his eyes, but you need to do something before taking a decision.

"Can I talk to him?" You see him frown, unsure of what you have in mind. "I need it if you want something to happens between us." He looks like he is fighting with himself so you add, "Please."

Sighing, you see Eddie nods and the moment after, black goo take control of his body and cover every inch of his skin. Before you is a very much taller being than you, with enormous teeth and white eyes. To your surprise, he seems to wait for you to talk and watch you with what you think is curiosity.

With another step forward, you ask, "Why did you want to reassure me?"

"Because the little one was not well. You were in distress and the last time you were in distress, Eddie hugged you and you felt better."

A laugh escaped your lips. "You were trying to hug me?" A smile crept on your lips when you realized that what you thought was a monster, was in fact a… sweet big terrifying creature.

Venom nods once and you make the two last steps separating the two of you and takes him in your arms. Slowly as to not scare you again, Venom hugs you back. The feeling of his skin under your touch is weird at first, but you soon find comfort in it. Then, there is something wet on your cheek and you gasp. You pull away a little and see Venom's tongue darting out of between his teeth. It unease you a little, and he seems to feel it.

"We like our little one."

A weight lifted from your shoulder and you decided to give them their chance. You smiled at him and rested your head on his chest. Moments later, Eddie was back, his arms around your waist and his head on yours.

"Thank you." He whispered it, but you heard it nonetheless.

Lifting your head up, your gaze found two beautiful blue eyes full of love.

"There's nothing to thank me for." You pull away from him and goes to the door. There is a big hole where your door handle should be and wood pieces mixed with your compacted door handle on the floor. You will clean that later.

You glance at Eddie over your shoulder and smile. "It's almost 12. Do you want to call some pizza and watch another movie?"

"That's a good plan." He followed you back in the living room, where you ordered the pizza and cuddled together on the couch.

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