#he got his GED in this one boys

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

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Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

#let Tim Drake go to college you cowards #he got his GED in this one boys #let Tim fucking age #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny the tired college student #bamf danny phantom #siren au??? #sea cryptic Danny #bro I had war flashbacks to discussion board group work #terrible why do I do this to myself #the batarangs in the middle of the bay was from when Bruce tried to kill the joker and himself #Danny: people just can’t clean up after themselves these days #sea cryptic! danny au

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Corporate Rivals

Bruce is really excited to hire a boy genius from a small time town. He found him by accident while scrolling through some creative writing competition past winners on various school sites. He originally wanted ideas for his own contest for the annual Wayne Young Writers Scholarship when he stumbled up Amity Parks Youth Authors.

Daniel Fenton's science fiction had won second place, and Bruce thinks he only lost due to the judges not realizing all the science of the gadgets his charaters used were real. Real, well explain and proper research. Daniel obviously knew his stuff and knew it well.

He had reached out to Daniel with a science scholarship opportunity, wanting to see what he would come up with. He gave him a basic assignment asking him to fulfill a prompt "Software or Hardware development for disabled" in either theory or model. If he created something worthwhile, Bruce would send him ten grand.

Daniel did not disappoint, not only doing the theory paper but also sending back a prototype of a pocket ASL translator. It would be an app on a phone that would have an AI watching through a camera of the person doing sign language and say out loud what the person was saying. It had a few bugs here and there, but for a high schooler, those were very impressive accomplishments.

Bruce found himself sponsoring the boy for early high school graduation. The young Fenton boy was a genius just like his parents, but he lacked proper motivation. Bruce suspected it was due to his school not challenging him enough much like Tim.

When Daniel got his diploma Bruce offered a few rid to Gotham University with the condition he would be a employee at WE. Daniel agreed under the condition it was as a proper employee and not a unpaid intern. A little daring for a kid getting already a amazing deal but Bruce liked his moxy and agreed.

Daniel Fenton was to be a worker in the RD department for WE tech in one week.

He couldn't wait to introduce him to Tim. Two young geniuses would get along swimmingly with their shared brain prowess!

______________________________________

Tim hated the new guy.

They were the same age, but everyone acted like he was amazing for finishing high school and starting university while also being a top WE reseacher and Devloper at such a young age.

Oh Tim was CEO, but as many people have whispered, he didn't graduated Highschool or have a GED so the only reason he got to be CEO was because of nepotism. Danny on the other hand got his position through hard work.

Which was ironic, seeing as the company has never done so well since Tim came on board. Their sales, PR, and production numbers all tripled because of him. Danny, on the other hand, was a sloth with little to no ambition. He didn't even work well with others! He mostly did solo projects and everyone seemed fine with that since genius "need their own space"

Tim has been networking since he was three years old, and failure to do so had always reflected badly on him and his company. He spent his entire life careful choosing his words and his actions. Even his appearance, what he wore, his hairstyle even the hand gesture when he talked, were planned before hand.

Then comes Fenton, who avoids crowds, dressed in the worst formal wear Tim has ever seen . Black jeans were not formal!- and acted like this important office was just a after school hang out spot. Now Tim was much more laid back than his board co-workers, who were all in their fifties or older, and even more relax then the mangers or superiors of lower stations but even he could not understand Fenton blaring music, bags of chips lingering everywhere and his ordination skills were none existing!

Not to mention the fact Daniel didn't believe in using computers unless he had to. His office was covered in towers of paper that he scribbled and work on! It was such a waste!

And yet, despite all of that, Daniel was rapidly becoming an asset to WE. His ASL translator app wasn't finished, but it had everyone buzzing with excitement and would be well received when it was released with Wayne Phones as a built in app.

Tim tried to avoid him as best he could least he get offended by his lack of work proper behavior

Daniel Fenton did not understand what it meant to put your all into something that you lost yourself along the way. Best to ignore him.

________________________________________

Danny couldn't stand his company CEO. Timothy Drake reminded him a little too much of the A-listers but without the bulling bit. Somehow, that made it worse.

Timothy was popular because he was well liked. He didn't need to relay on his good looks or aggression to make other yeild to him like Paulina or Dash. Even if he was ridiculously good looking to the point, Danny confused him for a siren when he met him.

He had the ability to walk into any room and take command if it. Timothy didn't even need to speak, his very presence commanded attention and awe. Not to mention how great he was at his job.

WE had always been a popular corporation but under Timothy's command they rose to one of the most important corporations in the world. Bruce Wayne was raised to run a company, Timothy Drake was born to run it. There was a large enough difference between the two that anyone could see Timothy was superior at running things.

Danny was nothing like that. He couldn't talk to people, couldn't make them like him, and often he was overlooked for his sister or his wacky but loveable parents.

He was the other Febton. The one that was there and nothing else. A few months ago he was even considered the dumb Fenton, who somehow was skipped over for intelligence.

Then he wrote a little story and everything changed.

Danny turned out to be a proper Fenton, after all, having gotten the attention of Bruce Wayne for his mind. His parents haven't been so proud of him in a long time, and he found himself accepting the job position after graduating high school early before he knew it.

Along with the job came a move to Gotham city. He went after debating it a great deal with his family and friends, but the deal was too sweet to turn down. Now he was in Gothem and he knew absolutely no one.

Danny didn't know how to make new friends here. Tucker and Sam had been the ones to approach him at the beginning of their friendships. He also was scared of getting close to his co-worker less they suspect his Phantom powers.

He knew that Metas was not welcome, and he thought Batman wouldn't care that he was technically dead and not with a meta gene.

So he focused on his work, avoiding large crowds and keeping his head down. He would turn on music to help pass the loneliness and would gater papers to write down his thoughts less they made him mad by running around his head all day.

This anxious insecurity was something Timothy Drake would never understand. He just shone like a fallen star, dazzling the masses with his neat press suits, easy charisma, and intelligent bedroom eyes. Best to ignore him.

________________________________________

Dick never really ventured to WE now that he moved out. He made a habit of trying to visit Tim every two weeks for lunch to fix this. He also really wanted to spend more one on one time with his little brother now that they reconsidled from Bruce's timeline fiasco.

He was still well known by the employees, even new ones, so when Dick arrived to the lobby he was waved in by security. The receptionists were all huddled together muttering to eachother and missed his entrance since security didn't call out to him.

Dick could tell the gossip they were talking about was juicy based on the way Lola was wiggling her eyebrows and Stacy and Isaiah's reaction.

He creeps closer to the front desk, hoping to hear something good.

"Isn't that against the rules?" Isaiah asks.

"WE doesn't have anything like that. Not since Thomas Wayne married his old PA and had Bruce. I think it's cute that Mr.Drake is following in his adoptive Grandfather's footsteps."

Dick paused, shocked. Tim liked someone at WE!?

"They aren't even dating yet, Lola"

"Yeah but you can cut the sexual tension with a- Mr. Grayson! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. How can I help you?"

Dick blinks. "Oh I'm here to see Tim for lunch. But what was that about Tim you were saying?"

The woman pales as the other two quickly become busy with some email or another.

"Oh, um, I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have -"

"It's fine I don't mind a little chat between co-workers. I'm just curious"

Lola stares before nervously blurting "Rumor has it that um, Mr.Drake has a thing for Daniel Fenton"

"The new boy genius?" Dick thinks about it considering what he knows of Tim's type and his past preferences in partners before nodding "That tracks actually"

He says his thanks and hurries away to Tim's office unaware he may have confirmed a relationship between Tim and Danny.

The gossip circles in WE exploded with the news everyone careful not to let the two subjects hear a whisper.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Corporate Rivals #Dead Tired #Danny and Tim are jealous of the other #but also kind think the other is hot #Bruce just wanted a play date for his smart boy #Dick is a gossip past it on #Part 1

[thewulf]

Who Did This To You? Pt 2 || Rafe Cameron

Summary: Request - Rafe fic based on song wait in the truck by Hardy. Basically he sees her one night that he’s going for a drive to calm down picks her up and drives to the house of maybe her dad or boyfriend and shoots them... Read Rest Here

A/N: Had to write a part two. Thanks for the inspo @loving-and-dreaming !!

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

“You did what?” You tried, but failed at, stopping your jaw from literally hitting the ground as you looked between your brother and Rafe. Neither looked too terribly thrilled to be in the presence of the other. You would’ve felt the same a night prior. But now? Now all you wanted to do was hide into Rafe’s arms. He made you feel safe, protected, secure. A different kind of feeling than when you were with your friends.

Rafe looked away from you quickly. Almost ashamed? Your head snapped back to your brother who looked terribly uncomfortable.

“JJ?” You asked him.

JJ shrugged only muttering, “Piece of shit got what he had coming for him.” Earning a small huff and grin from the other man in the room. JJ looked back up to your eyes only softening seeing your distressed state. As awful as a human as he was he was still your father. Was your father.

“Rafe?” You asked turning your attention back towards the man you never thought you’d have any good will towards. Yet here you were. Pining over the man. A man that even JJ would have to accept. How could he not? He’d quite literally saved your life last night. There was no way you were going to make it all the way to John B’s place.

Rafe sighed looking back up at you with that same softness that JJ was just exuding, “He almost killed you. I just, I don’t…” He paused, sighing once more before forcing a hand through his tangled hair, “He would’ve killed you if I didn’t get to him first Y/N.” He stated matter of factly as if to justify his own actions.

You sat down on the chair surrounding Rafe’s kitchen table, “Wow.” Your brain couldn’t think of any words to speak as it reeled over the events of the last few hours, “What about you?” The panic kicked in forcing you to jump up from the seat and back over to the much taller boy, “Are you going to get in trouble?” You asked looking at him with pleading eyes. You’d never dream of putting him in this spot. Putting anybody in such a spot.

He shook his head before gently brushing your own tangled hair out of your face, “It’s taken care of, don’t worry about it.” He refrained from going ‘too far’ in front of your older brother. Rafe knew JJ was a hothead, much like himself. Much different than the gentle soul that you were. A natural balance to his chaos.

“Are you sure?” You asked once more, afraid you could lose him just as quickly as you had gotten him.

He nodded, “Positive. Don’t worry about it.”

You turned back towards your brother, “What about us? Where are we going to go?”

“I’ll drop out. Get a job. Be your caretaker.” He shrugged as if it was as simple as that. Oh, how you wish it were that simple.

But you simply shook your head walking back over to him, “You can’t do that JJ.”

He smiled over to you trying his best to stay as calm as possible for you. It was natural that neither of you had felt much for the man. He was simply a body that took care of the bills at this point. But that was now gone. The two of you had to fend for yourself just like John B was currently doing. How in the hell had both your dads died within the span of a few months?

“You and I both know I’m never leaving this island. What’s it matter if I graduate school? I’ll get my GED and call it a day.” He pulled you in for a rare hug. One that he knew you needed by the way you were tensed up. He knew how off kilter your life had just been swung into.

“But JJ…” You started before he shook his head interrupting you mid-sentence. Rafe walked behind you giving you some distance, letting you have this conversation with your brother.

“It’s been figured out.” He finally let his bear hug grip on you go before looking down at his phone before sighing, “Look, gotta go pick JB and Sarah up. Going to fill them in. Don’t worry about it Y/N. Let us handle it, okay?”

You nodded, “I’m sixteen JJ, not five. I can help.” Letting out a frustrated sigh JJ just shook his head again before wrapping you up in another loving hug. He knew you needed it. He reserved these hugs just for moments like these. When your world was threatening to topple down right in front of you. He couldn’t bear it. You were one of the few consistent things in his life that always, no matter what, believed and cheered him on. His own personal ball of sun. He couldn’t let that diminish. No, he’d rather die than let that happen.

“You’re still my little sister. No matter what, yeah?” He grinned while punching you on the arm lightly. He didn’t know where you were hurting but he knew you certainly were. You were bruised and scratched from head to toe. JJ tried not to let his eyes linger on the particularly nasty bruises or scrapes. It should’ve been him. He should’ve been there for you. His worst fear come right to life in front of him. The sunshine that you were had been hit over and over again. JJ couldn’t help to feel like he had failed you.

Bobbing your head up and down you couldn’t help but to smile at him, “Yeah, okay.”

“Atta girl.” He walked towards the front door, “I’ll pick you up later?” He looked back and forth between you and Rafe who finally decided to step in.

“No need. I’ll drop her off at John B’s?” He asked as he walked towards your brother not letting you step in. It was odd having a male figure be so caring towards you. Not that JJ wasn’t. He was just your older brother who made you tough. He wasn’t always the one you wanted to cry to. He wasn’t your shoulder to lean on when everything was tumbling down. He was the one that was always there to build you back up. He was your brother. Your JJ. Your world and your starts. Your best friend. The person you needed most. JJ.

Your brother gave him a quick nod, “Sure.” He turned back towards you as his hand tugged at the doorknob, “Text me when you’re on your way.”

“Sounds good JJ. I’ll see you later.” You waved as he opened and shut the door quickly leaving you alone again with Rafe. He was quick. In and out in thirty minutes. Changing your life in thirty minutes. He might’ve just changed it for the better though. It might be naïve of you to think JJ could pull this off but why couldn’t he? He was always resourceful when he needed to be.

Feeling a gentle hand on your shoulder you were tugged out of your thoughts immediately, “Are you alright?” Rafe asked quietly seeing you stuck in your head.

You turned to look up to him with wide eyes, “I’m… Yeah I’m fine.” You sucked in a breath suddenly feeling incredibly awkward under his gaze. His very intense Kook stare you were terribly used to.

He frowned as he studied your nervous expression. Were you scared of him because he killed your father? JJ left you here so he couldn’t be worried. But were you?

Rafe decided to test the waters and reach out a hand to you. Without a second thought you brought your hand to his bringing his confidence up just a little. He tugged at your arm gently knowing you were in pretty serious pain. You complied following his to the couch. He pulled you into his side. He ran his hand along your back trying to calm your racing heart.

“It’s okay if you’re not okay.” Rafe whispered in your ear as he laid his head atop of yours.

You nodded into his chest feeling him wrap his arms around your waist pulling you ever so much closer, “I’m confused and a little sad. But I’m okay.”

He gave your hip a squeeze, “I’ll be here for you. Every step of the way.”

You let his words process in your head before finally speaking once again, “Why?” You just had to ask. It was eating at you, “Why do you care now?”

He didn’t let you go, only held you tighter, “I’ve always cared. I just didn’t know how to express it. Being uh… mean to you made it easier. My friends stayed away. They’re trouble. I’m trouble. You really shouldn’t want much to do with me Y/N.”

You sighed only letting your head fall completely onto his chest, “Yeah sure, whatever. My life’s already kind of fucked up isn’t it Rafe? Why not got all in?”

He smiled down you cuddled into him, “Because I care for you. Always have. Always will Maybank.” He began brushing your hair wish his fingers trying to tame it from the restless sleep you had the night prior.

You groaned, “I suppose I care for you to Rafe, please don’t go running away from me now.”

He shook his head, “Not unless you ask me. But don’t say I didn’t warn you sweet girl.”

You couldn’t help the creeping blush at that nickname he’d given you overnight, “Well, we’re in luck. Because that won’t happen.” You grinned up at him feeling that warmth you felt earlier spread around again, “Thank you Rafe.” You mumbled feeling sleepiness begin to take over you once more.

He kept brushing your hair hoping you’d fall asleep on him once again. Knowing full well your body needed the sleep to help recover after such an assault, “Anytime pretty. You know that.” He hoped in fact you did know that. Even though you’d been strangers moments prior he hoped you knew how much you really meant to him. He’d admired you from a distance hoping the cold shoulder would lead you away from him. And that worked until he saw you broken on the side of the rode. Rafe could never leave you to fend for yourself like that.

You mumbled something incoherent to his ears as you dozed off once again. He wasn’t sure how long you’d be asleep, but he was sure he wouldn’t move an inch hoping you’d get the best sleep you possibly could. He was a goner and he couldn’t really give less of a damn in that moment as you were curled up on him

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[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

Dude, I've been so stressed lately, I wish I could not have to worry about my daily troubles, would be so much easier if I was beautiful and had to do less thinking.

Less thinking ? Now that’s something I can definitely get behind. Now beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Here it just so happens you’re going to be at the mercy of me. You won’t be needing to worry about those daily stresses from work that you e been having. In fact. That stress is going to be replaced with trying to find a job. I’m going to put in the body of a man who made a similar wish. Only his was that he didn’t want to worry about where is next job was coming from. Meet Ryan. A man who has a wicked addiction to tattoos. So much so that as soon as he turned 18 he started covering his body with them. Hitting the gym every day helped him stay in shape and kept him good. But his obsession with tattoos may have gotta out of hand. He’s been covered from neck to toe. As I’m sure you’re aware of. Even your hands are covered in the dark designs. And being an avid gym goer Ryan definitely has that bad boy jock look. And he smells like one too. But with his much lower income you’ll need to get used to socks with holes in them as your large feet press against shoes that are too small. You smell of bo and sweat and it’s a constantly smell that not even showering can get rid of. And bring such a smelly tattooed jock it’s obviously hard to find work. So yeah, you won’t be worrying about your daily troubles. You’ll be worrying about Ryan’s. You are beautiful I believe. And thinking? Forget about that dumb word. Ryan never even graduated high school let alone made it to college. You need a GED for that. And Ryan is definitely way too stupid to get one of those. It’s ok. I understand you’re worried now. Barely being able to read. Struggling to count. You know what Ryan always did when he was worried ? He got tattoos.

[thecryptidart1st]

When did alive au Mikey get kicked out? Was that rough for him, or was he back on his feet pretty quick?

William found out about Michael’s relationship with Jeremy when he was about 16. And by the end of the night, Michael stormed out of house. Though Evan kept in contact, William fully disowned him, and Elizabeth refused to speak to him. And months after the fight, police cars had arrived to the house, taking Clara with them; William soon after filed for divorce. No one knew the full story of what happened that night, but the rumors speculated that Clara became completely distraught over what happened to Michael.

Things were rough during the couple of weeks living on Jeremy’s couch, as Michael struggled with the guilt of leaving his family for what was essentially his own happiness, and later what happened to his mother because of his actions. And this internal fighting with himself led to Mike panicking and walking out of Jeremy’s apartment…

…But, things started turning up when Charlie came home to Hurricane for the summer and found Michael living in his car.

Charlie didn’t care about Mike being gay; all she cared about was that her pseudo-brother was safe and happy. And she forced Henry to let him stay in the Emily household with them while he worked on getting his GED. Though Henry was hesistant about the circumstances, he also knew he couldn’t sit aside and let Mike suffer because of his and William’s internal homophobia.

So he offered Mike a job at Fredbear’s. Mike got his diploma through community college and he worked nights as a security guard. And over the years, he worked his way to a managerial role in Fazbear Entertainment. Charlie worked her summers alongside him and when she graduated, she started training full-time with her dad. When Henry retired, she inherited Fazbear Entertainment. And the first thing she did was make Mike her financial partner and creative director for future restaurants and animatronics.

Jeremy and Mike continue to be off and on in a relationship during this time, but regardless of their status, Jeremy at least helps Mike embrace his sexuality and make more friends in the LGBTQIA+ community in Utah. And when Sammy came home from college and started his service in the Hurricane Police Department, suddenly people at Fredbear's continually witnessed three of the town's local bachelors be "very friendly" with each other.

Over time, Elizabeth begrudgingly lets Evan invite Michael back into her life. Michael finds his mother thanks to Sammy's connections with the police department and continues to keep in contact with her to this day.

And when William has his heart attack years later, it was the first time seeing Michael after their fight...

and then he has another heart attack finding out his son is married to two different men and they have a boy together.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald #charlie emily #henry emily #sammy emily #soldered wires #soldered wires au #alive au #answering asks #so i MAY have come out to my mom earlier than expected #and used that whole drama to fuel this ask #i...may need to move out of my parents' place sooner than expected #mostly depends on my transphobe dad #but my parents go on vacation to austin and come home talking about moving to texas #and i told my mom if that happens i cannot follow them #bc we all know how transphobic texas is #like i would love living somewhere super cheap too i aint gonna suffer internally for another 28 years #im choosing to be happy #and i couldnt be prouder of myself #im gonna have to start doing commissions if i want to afford living here #or get a better job #lgbtqia

[wizardbracket]

Who is the Ultimate Wizard?

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Mud Wizard:

Vanquished (so far): NZ/Aotearoa Wizard, Amaury Guichon, Orb Wizard, Vermin Supreme, Caleb Widogast, Ged/Sparrowhawk

"Actual real-life wizard beats out any fantasy/literary/tv wizard"

"real life boots on the ground cop-fighting wizard"

"he fought the police while being knee deep in mud"

"i just learned about german mud wizard but i respect his field tactics"

"Mud wizard has field experience ... mud wizard is the one you need on a battlefield"

"I'm sure the other dude is very cool but throwing cops in the mud >>>>>>"

"some choad i've never heard of vs the funniest got damn video i've ever seen"

"my boy mud wizard getting the recognition he deserves. there is a mud wizard in all of us. and it says ACAB"

"absolutely german mud wizard its not even a question"

"German mud wizard uses his powers for good"

"Mud wizard is objectively cooler"

"Mud wizard takes direct action against cops. He's doing good old fashioned wizardry ... mud wizard embraces the chaos of magic"

“Outplayed cops with mud magic.”

Ms. Frizzle:

Vanquished (so far): Fujimoto, Peter Grant, Magneto, Gonzo the Great, Miracle Max, Merlin (Sword in the Stone)

"She's got the brains she's got the iconic outfits she's got the little cute familiar she's got the eccentric personality shes got the love"

"I must choose the woman who wholeheartedly embodies a wizard in every aspect of her life"

"The bus isn't even metal. It's some kind of organic life force. Which she created and maintains"

"I’m gonna go for the lady who owns a lizard and drives a living and rapidly transforming flesh bus thing."

"only a fool votes against Ms Frizzle"

"The frizz has the vibes and also i love her"

"i WILL die for her"

"She's magic. That's all I have to say."

"let my wonderful eccentric teacher wizard be the queen of these polls. so mote it be"

"She's the most wizardly woman with modern style that ive seen as of yet ... Miss. Frizzle is very obviously all about that sweet sweet pursuit of knowledge .. the very backbone of her use of magic is academia so she's very securely a wizard"

"ms frizzle my beloved my childhood crush the dream teacher"

#wizardbracket #polls #tumblr polls #final poll #ms frizzle #the magic school bus #the german mud wizard #german mud monk

[alovesongtheywrote]

holy fuckin shit girl nighmare academia 🤌🤌🤌

thank god for that person who asked for a pt.2, but I must ask for a pt.3 loll

♥ Summary:  here you go, 1000 words of reid scheming against the reader with the help of some familiar faces! [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: morgan and garcia being morgan and garcia, vague mentions of spencer wanting kids, threats of bodily harm at the very end

♥ A/N: yeah, ik the last one of these came out like. today. but im having a lot of fun, so until that stops. have fun with the enemies to lovers professor au

♥ Word Count: 1200

Series Masterlist

♥♥♥

“Alright, my sweet brain boy, I’ve got the dirt on the Doctor- not you, the other Doctor.  You know what I mean.”

Spencer nodded- then he, in all of his genius, remembered that Penelope could not see him.

“What did you find?” he asked, pulling his legs up on his office chair.  He hadn’t left the university grounds after his fight with you and his call with Garcia.  You had left.  He was sure of it.  His office window gave him a great view of the parking lot, and hence, a great view of you leaving.  Reid, on the other hand, had stayed inside his office waiting for this second call.

“Well, it looks like you may have some competition in the doctorate department.  Doctor (L/N),” she stressed your title, “Also has three PhDs- one in criminology, one in law, and one in- get this- English Literature.  They’ve written a few really good articles, mostly on crime stuff, but also on Pride and Prejudice.  And oh, their takes on Elizabeth and Darcy- it’s enough to make a girl swoon.”

“Okay,” Spencer sighed.  None of this would help him get back at you- most of it was knowledge he could attain with a casual google search, “What else do you have for me?”

“Well, our dear Doctor is active in the community.  They help ex-cons get GEDs in their spare time, they donate to various charities and nonprofits, they support the local arts. They've got a lot of hobbies, they enjoy Halloween a lot- oh, and their mom is super proud of them.”

“What else, Garcia?”

“They have two cats, a couple siblings, a few nieces and nephews- it looks like they’re good with kids.”

“This isn’t relevant,” Spencer groaned, trying to hide his frustration.  He was looking for ways to get under your skin the way you had gotten under his.  He didn’t need to know every nice thing about you.

“Hey, you want kids, don’t you pretty boy?”  A deep voice that was very much not Garcia’s came over the line.

“Morgan is here, by the way,” at the very least, Penelope had the decency to sound a little embarrassed.

“I can hear that.  How long has he been listening?”

“Long enough to hear that you and this Mystery Professor would make a good match.  I mean, where else are you gonna find someone with three PhDs and a face like that?”

Spencer could hear Garcia’s gasp, even though she had pulled away from the phone.  When she spoke again, her voice was playful, “We’re looking for him, not for you.  What would Savannah say?  What should I say?”

“Easy baby girl, I’m just letting our boy know that I approve.”

“Hold on,” Spencer’s voice broke through the bickering of his former co-workers, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.  I am not interested in (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Oh?  Then whyfore the background check, boy genius?”

“Is something wrong, Reid?”

“No, no, it’s nothing- it’s not like they’re a threat to my safety or anyone’s safety.  They’re just…”

“Just what, kid?”

Spencer drew in a sharp breath, trying to keep his cool.  He had to be calm- collected.  He couldn’t let Derek and Penelope know that you were so deep under his skin, inside the tissue of his brain, that he couldn’t stop thinking about you.  He couldn’t keep his mind from running back to the image of your face, glaring at him as you took the typewriter from his hands.  They would get the wrong idea.  The entire wrong idea.  So, Spencer had to remain cool.

He immediately failed.

“They’re just really fucking annoying, okay!?”

“Damn, kid!  Okay!  What did they do, tell you that Doctor Who was just okay?”

“No, you don’t get it-” Spencer hissed, flopping further into his chair as he proceeded to rant about the entire typewriter thing.  He quoted you word for word, too- of course he did, eidetic memory.  Once he finished, Morgan and Garcia seemed to take on a new understanding of the situation.

“I see!  This wasn’t a love call, but one for information!!  A stockpile of knowledge for devious pranks- that is why you called, right?  You need info for getting back at the lovely Professor?”

“Yes-!  They aren’t lovely, but yes.”

“Kid, anyone who can make you write emails is lovely in Garcia’s book.”

“Listen to your local Morgan, Reid- now, do you have a revenge plot already?”

“Sort of?”  Spencer shared his plans with Garcia, smiling to himself at the sound of her laugh.  His brand of humor didn’t usually get that reaction. 

“Sounds perfect, Reid- I can help with that, but I’m gonna need a secure connection, Dr. (L/N)’s email address, and everything you know about the benefits of handwritten notes.”

Once the plan was fully fleshed out, Spencer hung up the phone and finally, finally made his way out of his office with a rare spring in his step.  His plan was set.  The trap was in place.  Your beloved technology would be your downfall.  As he stepped onto the Metro, he had to keep from cackling like an overdramatic villain.  He was at a high point, and he really didn’t want to be arrested for causing a disturbance.  

Meanwhile, back at Quantico, Morgan and Garica looked at each other, the now silent phone placed between them.

“So, those two are-”

“They are perfect for each other, yes.”

“We’ve gotta help him.”

“Absolutely.  Hey, once they get together, do you think he’ll introduce me?  I want to talk to Dr. (L/N) about their Pride and Prejudice hot takes.”

“Careful, Garcia.  We’re shopping for him, not for you.”

“Hey, I just appreciate a person who can see the true nuances in one Fitzwilliam Darcy!  And I wanna know which film adaptation is their favourite.”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Rossi’s voice came from the door of Garcia’s office, “The rest of us have been ready to go for fifteen minutes.  What’s the hold up?”

“Nothing, Rossi.”

“We just found a perfect match for one Spencer Reid.”

“Really?  Interesting.  Tell me more later.  Let’s go.”

-

Two days later, you opened your PowerPoint slides only to find a presentation about the benefits of handwritten notes.  Everything you had in place for that day was gone.  All that was in its place was a genuinely well-crafted presentation about how writing notes by hand was better for attention retention and memorization.  

Honestly, you couldn’t even get that mad.  It was a good presentation.  

Still, you had a reputation to maintain.

You bit your lip and crossed your arms, becoming the picture of barely contained rage.  You took a deep breath, turning to your students and slapping a strained smile across your lips.

“Forgive me, my lovely students, but given this sudden turn of events, I’m just going to cancel class for today.  The correct notes will be on the class website later.”

You made your way to the door, leaving all your belongings behind in your haste, “Enjoy your afternoons, I’m going to go stab Dr. Spencer Reid.  In the throat.  Have a good day!”

A few students gave quiet, confused farewells.  Others leaned over to each other and whispered, “Stabbing is a sex thing, right?”

Technically, they were correct.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 8

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter Eight

A year and half has passed since then. Toby was in the 8th grade now, being 15 years old. His birthday was just around the corner. His final year in Junior high. The kids never laid back, in fact the bullying only got worse. Toby was shoved and locked into lockers, pushed down the bleachers in the gym, humiliated constantly, and to top it all off, when he came home, it was a different story completely.

His dad started to gamble, and Lyra was thinking about getting a GED and getting into college. His dad lost a lot of money from his games and addictions. That broke up the family even more. Lyra had been upset for days about not having the money to get into the school she wanted. She was very close to just giving up completely on her dream life. She was 19, about to be 20 in three months. Lyra felt like her life was meaningless.

Toby of course was there to comfort her like she had him those past years. Everything suddenly felt so nostalgic. Toby picked up the biting and picking habit even harder. His hands were very much scarred. He ended up giving in and bandaging them up himself to avoid infection. It wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be now that he's grown out of that mindset. To prevent himself from biting the bandages until they ripped, he resorted to chewing on hoodie strings until they were practically little fibers. He may have accidentally completely digested some before.

Toby had a cassette player, given to him by Lyra. It had a tape with one of his favorite songs. Toby liked listening to songs by Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Pink Floyd and many more. He was given all of the tapes of his favorites though.

He was currently walking home, carrying a bag of milk, bread and eggs. They needed groceries and was given the task to go pick them up. Toby had headphones on so he couldn't exactly hear anything, he didn't think he needed to.

That was until a rock was thrown hard at the back of his head. He almost didn't feel it but he could tell something hit him.

He pressed pause on the cassette tape and lifted one side of his headphones to turn and see where this mystery rock came from.

To no surprise he was met with three other boys standing behind him, bikes propped up on an old candy store wall.

"Hey ticci!"

Toby rolled his eyes and put his headphones back on, ignoring them. Another rock was thrown at him, making him snarl a little in annoyance.

"C'mon talk to us!"

They bickered at him, laughing as a group.

"What'cha got there? More pills for your little disease?"

The more they spoke, the more echoed their words would become in his mind. His hands were becoming sweaty from how tight he was gripping the bags. Toby continued to ignore them, trying to be the bigger person.

He kept walking, but kept his music off in case anything were to happen, and knowing his luck, it did.

The sound of bike wheels rolling caught up to him. The three kids were on bikes, peddling beside him slowly as he walked. He knew they just wanted a reaction from him, and they weren't going to get it.

Toby came up to an alleyway, turning into it to escape them, but they followed him, tossing rocks as they did so.

He may have forgotten bikes weren't like cars, and could fit in more narrow spaces.

"Where ya going? This is poor folk ville." The kids cackled as one of the boys screeched up in front of Toby, stopping their bike in his way.

Toby finally stopped, keeping his gaze down. An alleyway, no one was around, asshole kids surrounding him. He was going to die here wasn't he.

"Hey, uh, what do you say we play a game, a game called, make the freak bleed?"

One of the kids suggested, earning a predatory gaze amongst the other two kids.

Toby felt his heart sink a little. He was a little scared, yeah, but nothing he couldn't handle. The other male pulled a sharp pocket knife from his pocket, parking his bike.

Before Toby knew it, he was being held back, the bags were ripped from his hands and thrown to the side, spilling the milk and breaking the eggs. They stepped on the bread, completely ruining it. Well there goes dinner for the next week.

"Okay seriously fuck off!" Toby screamed, baring his teeth and kicking at the kids who held him by his arms back. It didn't help that these boys were more fit, and actually had the strength to do whatever they wanted.

It wasn't hard to hold him, as he didn't have much strength to pull, but he sure as hell didn't just sit there.

"Don't be so skittish, we're just gonna draw one of your little symbols..or well, carve it in ya!" The boy laughed, getting a sense of satisfaction when the two others brought Toby to the ground, holding him as he kicked and tried to free his arms.

"Wh-why are you do…do-doing this!?" he may have even started crying by now but he honestly couldn't tell.

"Is the baby freak gonna cry! What?! Don't want a 3D tattoo?!"

The blond boy started to carve deep into Toby's side. Making a circle as best as he could then deeply cutting an X through it, laughing loudly as he did so.

Toby honestly just watched. He was still slightly crying, yes, but showed no reaction to pain. His vision was a little blurry yes, as one's body would react to pain, but that part just wasn't there.

The blood dripped down smoothly, getting onto the ground and staining anything near it. The cuts were so deep that the amount of blood that seeped through was almost lethal. The kids were laughing and remained holding him down as if he was struggling anymore. His body didn't want to move, no matter how hard he wanted to.

They were carving it perfectly into his abdomen. He didn't see the cuts, but feared his intestines were gonna fall out. He couldn't feel where they were cutting, or how deep it was. He just knew he saw a bunch of blood.

"Why aren't you screaming?! Huh!"

"...you..act like i can feel it.."

Toby thought out loud , his voice croaky and hoarse.

After a minute of staring up at their blurry figures and echoed laughter, finally they pulled back, letting go of his wrists. They left red marks on his arms from gripping so hard and his struggling not making them look any better. He felt every muscle in his body go limp.

The kid who cut him grabbed his face with a strong force, almost hitting his head on the concrete. "And don't even think about telling the police, if so, I'll kill you." his voice was threatening honestly, he was just still sitting there wondering what he did to deserve this.

Toby was left in the alleyway like a dying dog. He glanced weakly at the destroyed groceries and broken cassette tape that fell out of his pocket. His headphones were all bent. Everything was ruined, and now he was going to have a scar.

Toby found himself slowly rising to his feet, coughing blood. His nose was bleeding.

Toby pulled the strength together to start limping home. He was two hours late than the time he promised to be back. So he's late, and now completely empty handed.

He held his stomach the whole way back. Blood stained his clothes and hands. He took the back way so no one saw this disturbing sight of a boy walking as if he wasn't bleeding out.

It was really windy out, and he could kind of make up the sound of tv static?

He turned down the street to see the figure standing on his street, right in front of his house.

"...what are….you doing here….you can't be here…"

Toby weakly squeezed out, clinching himself tighter, as if he was hiding his injury. "Did…you do this to me." he narrowed his eyebrows towards its still standing figure.

"Did you make them do th-this to me?!" he screamed with all of his lungs, finally dropping to the ground to a high pitch ringing static in his ears. "stop it stop it!! You were so nice to me before!"

"ㄥモ匕 爪モ 卄モㄥㄗ ㄚ口∪…."

"工 匚丹れ 卄モㄥㄗ ㄚ口∪….."

"工 匚丹れ Ｓ丹∨モ ㄚ口∪……"

"No! No! Stop!.." Toby held his ears, getting up the best he could.

"工 丹爪 ㄚ口∪尺 ム口刀."

"工 丹爪 ㄚ口∪尺 Ｓ丹∨工口尺."

"No! Y-you're not real! You were never real!" Toby opened his eyes again to see that it was completely gone.

He could still hear the faint static, this was the first time it's ever spoken to him. It was almost telepathic. Toby scrambled himself home and crawled in through the back window. He didn't want to be seen, he just wanted to disappear.

••••••I

#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta rewrite #rewrite #ticci toby fanart

[rehfan]

I'm 48 and I can't stand the whole " loser boy" persona everyone has assigned to Eddie, Duffers included. But I think one thing that Gen Z doesn't understand, is that if someone looked like him at my school, he would be drowning in women, myself included. The babyfication, the virginal headcanons, it just doesn't align with a real high school in the '80s and 90s. Not to say that those heavy metal hotties couldn't still have hearts of gold, but they also got laid. 🤣

That being said, I know blanket statements are bad and people can headcanon him however they choose. It just is a bit of a head scratcher for me that everyone has universally decided he's this loser boy virgin, when I would have personally been on that dick so fast.

Truth. ALLLL TRUTH! That guy from my high school days ALWAYS a girl hanging around his locker.

The only thing I think that would have truly caused any IRL “Eddie” to be considered a loser in the 80’s would be the fact that he’s a 3-time senior. Being held back once is shame enough, but do have it happen TWICE? Yeah. That’s loser territory, no matter what you looked like or what you were into. It would take a very strong personality and inner-resilience to survive such social shame and to continue to attend school when dropping out and getting a GED and a job were the more socially acceptable options.

Fortunately, Eddie Munson has that resilience in spades. Unfortunately, this also categorizes him socially as a loser.

But that’s the only thing I can think of. He would NOT be a virgin at 20 looking like that.

But you’re right: headcanon away, folks. The realism is suspended for me whenever someone writes that Eddie Munson is helplessly in love with me anyway.

Lord knows, that was the dream.

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #personal #fandom #loser territory #fanfic #writing

[eddiesgorlie]

Young and Dumb

YoungDad!Austin x YoungMom!Reader

Summary: Austin and Y/n, the highschool power couple make the big mistake one night and Y/n runs off after two lines show up on the test. Austin never hears from her again until one day at a coffee shop.

Warnings: Small amount of smut. (Let me know if I missed any!) Timelines are super messed up and don’t match with the time that things actually have happened in his life!

Word count: 2,199

Now as I look back at 16 year old me as a 23 year old, I’d tell her to listen to what adults told me: Teenage boys are Young, Dumb and full of cum. That was Austin. He asked me out after a couple months of being science class partners. After the first couple dates, I fell and I fell hard for him. He was always such a gentleman, opening doors for me, paying for dinner and always taking care of me.

My question is how did I think that having sex in the back of his car in an empty parking lot one night was a good idea. What did I say though? We were young and dumb.

Six Years Earlier

I was laying down in the back of his car, completely exposed as he looked in his wallet, his pocket and almost everywhere you could imagine looking for a condom but he came empty handed. “I don’t have one, babe.” He sighed. My eyes looked over his toned body as I could feel was lust. “Just pull out.” I said. “I’m not sure.” Austin said. “Please, Aus. I want you.” I said. He thought for a moment and nodded, lining up with my entrance. He let out a shaky breath as he finally pushed into me and I held his hand as pain and pleasure took over. I pulled him closer to me, needing him everywhere. I whimpered as I felt myself getting close. “Are you going to cum, baby?” He asked. “Mhm.” I moaned. He continued to thrust until my walls clenched around him and he thrusted until he quickly pulled out. Not soon enough. He came on my stomach and collapsed down next to me.

We laid in each others arms for a little while longer before we got dressed and he drove me home. “I love you, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He said. “I love you.” I said and closed the car door.

The next week I didn’t feel well. I had no appetite and was fatigued, I just expected it to be PMS. That was until the nausea and vomiting started. After I was sent home by the school nurse for the “stomach flu” I made the decision to buy a pregnancy test. Once I arrived at the pharmacy and made it to the “family planning” aisle I grabbed 3 boxes of the cheapest tests and headed home after paying.

Sitting on my bathroom floor I tapped my foot as 4 pregnancy tests sat on the counter above me. I couldn’t be pregnant though, I was only 16. I was just over reacting. A moment later the timer on my phone went off and I checked the tests one at a time. The first one, two bold pink lines. I felt sick. I slowly flipped the second one to again be met with two lines.

All I could do was cry, I cried for days, especially once my parents found out. They tried to force me to abort but I refused, this was my baby and I was going to raise it. Austin called and came to my house but I never answered, I couldn’t handle to see him, out of anger, fear and embarrassment. Once I started showing, mom and dad couldn’t handle to see me anymore, they sent me to my grandma’s home in the next town over.

I took GED classes and got my diploma when I was 5 months pregnant. Grandma had money and was very willing to help pay for raising my baby but I refused, it wasn’t right to let her pay. I got myself in this situation so I was going to work and take care of it. I turned 17 when I was 8 months along and had two jobs, my day job a cashier at a grocery store and my night and weekend job as an assistant at a hospital. I thought about Austin a lot, I was so in love with him but I don’t think I could face him now.

I took maternity leave a week before my baby was born. My beautiful Matilda Lori Y/L/N was born on August 16th, the day before Austins birthday. I held her in my arms just looking at her. She had his blonde hair and pink lips. All I saw was him. She looked just like him.

Once my maternity leave ended, I got back to work while also taking classes to get my bachelors degree so I could get a better job, maybe get our own place. Grandma was so helpful, taking Matilda when I was working and when I had my online classes.

Finally I graduated, turned 20 and had a three year old in preschool. I was able to find a great job in marketing at a large company. I truly enjoyed it, I was able to work from home to be with my little girl.

Present Day

I looked through recommended kindergartens on google and tried my best not to cry, she was growing up and I couldn’t slow it down. “Mommy!” She screeched. I quickly shot up from my chair and ran through our house to find her in her playroom with her Barbie and Ken dolls. “What’s wrong, baby?” I said, coming to a halt and slipping until my back hit the door frame. “Look! They married now.” She said, holding the dolls and making them kiss. “That’s great, baby. Beautiful ceremony.” I said. “Mommy? Why do you not have a Ken?” She asked. Recently she had fallen into her “Why?” Phase and that was her main question. “Why do I not have a Ken?” The question made me sad, I hated that she was growing up without a dad but I wasn’t ready to start dating again. We had just moved into our own house in my home town and I was enjoying it just being us girls.

“Well, because mommy hasn’t found her Ken yet.” I said with a smile. She nodded and got back to playing. “How about we go get coffee……And hot chocolate!” I said, watching her light up once I said hot chocolate. “Yes!” She squealed. “Nom Nom Nom! I’m going to eat you!!” I said in a Cookie Monster voice as I chased her to her room. I sat her on her bed and walked to her closet. “It’s a little chilly today so we need long sleeves, ok?” I asked. “Ok.” She said. After digging through her closet, I picked out floral bell bottom leggings, a white turtle neck and a Jean jacket. “Do you like this outfit?” I asked her. She nodded. I helped her get changed and then walked her to the living room. “Mommy has to get ready, I’m going to put bluey on for you. If you need me just come get me.” I said, kissed her head and walked to my room. I decided on wearing a cute white floral sun dress with a cardigan over since it wasn’t too cold. I did my makeup and put my hair up in a claw clip.

I helped Matilda put on her pink converse and put on my matching pair. I locked up the house and got us in the car. “Are you going to get a fancy hot chocolate?” I asked as we drove. “Yes! Very fancy.” She said. “Are you going to get it in a fancy cup?” I asked. “No…” She said. “Are you going to get it with extra chocolate?” I asked. “No.” She said. “Oh come on.” I said. “No! Extra whipped cream!” She said excitedly. “Holy cow! Extra whipped cream?” I asked. “Yes! All the whipped cream.” She said as I parked the car. Thankfully at this time the shop was pretty quiet, just a couple of cars. “Ok, remember, we have to use our inside voices and laughs.” I said as I unbuckled her. I picked her up and set her on the ground, holding her hand as we walked inside. There was just a man and two women in the shop, thankfully not at our favorite table. “Hi! I’ll get a lavender latte and a very fancy hot chocolate, little miss has got an important instruction.” I said to the barista. “Perfect! And what is this request Matilda?” She asked. “Extra whip cream!” She said. “Good choice! I’ll have that ready for you in a second, Y/n.” She said. I paid and put a dollar in the tip jar while we waited for our drinks.

Once we had them and sat down at our table I checked to make sure work hadn’t called before I turned my phone off to enjoy our “Mommy Daughter date”. “Are you excited to start kindergarten?” I asked. “Mhm!” She nodded with a whip cream mustache. “Oh, lick you lip honey, you look like a general from the 1800s.” I said. She licked her lip and smiled.

We talked for a while, mostly about bluey and her toys but I was with my girl, thats all that mattered. A chair squeaked and a tall man with black hair walked towards bathroom, his head down. A couple minutes later he walked back, stopping before his table and turned and walked to ours. Thats when I saw his face, it was Austin. “Here baby, take this and go get all the bakery treats you want.” I said, handing her a twenty dollar bill and Austin sat in her spot next to me. I knew it would take her a while, she was extremely indecisive like her mama. “Hi..” I said. “Hi, Y/n.” He said. We sat in an awkward silence for a moment until he spoke up. “So, how are you doing? I see you’ve got a kid.” He said with a smile. “I’m doing great. How are you? Yeah, I do. She’s the light of my life.” I said with a laugh. “She’s adorable, whats her name? I’m doing good.” He said. “I’m glad to hear that. She’s my little Matilda Lori.” I said. His eyes shot up. “Matilda Lori?” He asked. “Yeah, when I was in the hospital after having her, I couldn’t decide on a middle name, I’m so glad I decided on her grandmas name.” I said. “W-what?” He asked. “She’s your daughter, Aus.” I said. He cleared his throat and looked at her as she couldn’t decide between a muffin or a sandwich. I saw his eyes get teary. “The first time I held her, all I could see was you.” I said. “Why’d you leave?” He asked. “My parents kicked me out and I moved in with my grandma.” I said. “Why didn’t you call?” He asked. “I guess I was embarrassed and scared you wouldn’t love me anymore. I regret not telling you everyday.” I said.

I watched as he collected his thoughts. “She’s 5 and loves playing soccer. Her birthday is August 16th and every year since she could talk she asks for a green unicorn. She’s healthy and is excited to start kindergarten this fall. I work at a marketing company and we just bought a house here this year. Now tell me about you.” I said. “Um- I’m still acting, I’m playing Elvis in the biopic.” He said. “That explains the hair.” I said. “A-are you married?” He asked. “Nope, but miss Matilda over there keeps asking why I don’t have a Ken.” I said. He gave me a confused look. “She’s obsessed with Barbie and Ken dolls.” I laughed. He laughed too. “Are you?” I asked. “No, I haven’t been able to connect with someone since you.” He said. “Same.” I said. I took a sip of my coffee. “I want you to have a relationship with her, she needs a dad in her life. She has a soccer game on Saturday, text me and I’ll send you the details.” I said writing my number on a napkin and giving it to him. “I’ll be there.” He said, putting the napkin in his pocket. “I don’t think we should tell her yet, she won’t understand.” I said. “I agree, she needs to at least get to know me first.” I nodded as Matilda walked over and sat on my lap, giving Austin a confused look. “Stranger danger?” She asked. “No honey, this is Austin. He’s mommy’s friend.” I said. She nodded and started eating her cookie. “It was great talking with you Y/n and it was nice to meet you, Matilda.” Austin said as he stood up. “It was great to see you, Aus.” I said. He grabbed his things from his table and walked out the door.

On Saturday I was sitting on my lawn chair, Austin next to me. He wouldn’t take his eyes off the game and clapped every time she scored a goal. “Can you believe shes ours? She’s amazing, isn’t she.” I smiled. “She really is.” He said. “Y/n, I know it’s been a while but would you want to give us a try again? Its ok if not, I just thought maybe since we have a daughter and because I really miss you but if not I’m ok-” “I’d love to.” I said, holding his hand.

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[purpleheartskies]

In a recent post, I shared some thoughts I have for s6. I have some more thoughts to add. Possible s6 spoilers!

In that post, someone made a good comment that the writers may want to keep Robby with Johnny so that they have more interactions, and so it's likely that Robby won't be back living with Shannon when s6 picks up after summer has ended. This got me thinking about my other ideas for s6. (I have many ideas lol.)

One of my ideas about Shannon is that, while on her trip, she decided to move to Bainbridge Island permanently and didn't want Robby to move with her. She came back, they packed up all their things from their apartment, and she moved away while Robby moved in with Johnny. Like she had just left Robby with Johnny over the summer without discussing it with Robby first, she told Robby that she's moving away permanently and that he can continue to live with Johnny. In s1, Shannon said that he'll leave her when he turns 18 so she has to find a man before then. But, she was always the one doing the leaving those days. So, it's possible that she's finally decided to move on with her life and leave Robby behind, like she seemed to hint at with her comment. She's cleaned herself up, Johnny claims he's ready to be a dad to Robby (which Johnny really isn't), and she can make a life for herself elsewhere.

Also, in s5, Shannon's comment about her parents' place was vague enough that there was debate amongst the fandom about if her parents are still alive, and if so, why haven't they ever done more for Robby especially given Shannon's lifestyle before rehab. If her parents are alive, there's some speculation that they're rich. Another idea I have for Shannon is that her parents have always lived in Bainbridge Island and she moved to LA when she turned 18 (which is something she projects onto Robby when she says that he'll leave when he turns 18). Her parents didn't approve of her choices and didn't approve when she had Robby, and they cut her off years ago. But now that she'd cleaned herself up, she had gotten back in touch with them and they were open to her visiting them over the summer. She'd also convinced them that she'd bring Robby with her, but after Johnny suggested Robby stay with him for the summer, she just left Robby with Johnny because it was easier for her. Either way, the idea is that Robby is now stuck living with Johnny because Shannon decided to move away permanently and leave Robby behind.

Based on the group bts pic at Miyagi-Do, Robby is still in the dojo when the season starts so one of my ideas in the previous post doesn't fit. Here's another idea for how the votes go for the girls leader and boys leader.

Maybe the girls don't take a vote. With everything that has happened in the dojo war, the girls from Cobra Kai being new to Miyagi Fang, and Sam technically winning the avt, the girls in the dojo come to the conclusion that Sam is the obvious choice. She's also been the leader of Miyagi-Do for a while, and she's the one who the senseis will support the most anyway because she's Daniel's daughter.

For the boys leader, at first, they plan on taking a vote. It's going to be Miguel vs Robby, but Johnny and Daniel pull Robby aside before the vote. They start by telling Robby that they all want to make the best decisions for the dojo, and ask him that that's what he wants too. He nods yes, but he's watching them carefully. They then say that Miguel as the boys leader would be a better for the dojo. Miguel is an avt champion, is going to school, has great grades, has no record, and is going to go to college, maybe even to a university like Stanford. Meanwhile, Robby has lost two avt championships, was expelled from school, has a criminal record and has gone to juvie, and may get his GED but may not even go to college. On paper, Miguel's the better choice for leader. It would be better for PR and for gaining sponsorships for the dojo for the tournament. Robby quietly agrees.

Johnny and Daniel then announce to the kids that Robby has decided not to run and, because Sam is uncontested as well, Miguel and Sam will be the respective leaders for the boys and the girls.

The third thing in that other post was about Robby's support system. In addition to seeing Bobby take on a primary role in Robby's support system, I'd like to see Chozen and Kumiko play some roles too. Chozen is still around, helping them train for the tournament, so it's possible he can help Robby. I assume right now he's not privy to how Johnny has treated Robby his whole life. For Kumiko, well, maybe they'll go to Okinawa for a visit or she can come for a visit. It depends on the situation (which I also have different ideas for). Either way, she can keep in touch with Robby online. So, Bobby, Chozen, and Kumiko are my hopes for Robby's support system. Johnny isn't capable, and may never be. Daniel and Amanda are iffy, but they can grow if they're open to recognizing their faults. Daniel sticks to "no bad teacher, only bad student" when it comes to Robby because "maybe he has too much of [Johnny] in him", while Amanda dismisses Robby as a teenager and thinks of teens with anger problems as lost causes who need wake-up calls. Robby needs compassionate and understanding adults in his support system, which Bobby, Chozen, and Kumiko seem to be.

#cobra kai is robby's story #robby keene

[somer-writes]

The Heart of Hyrule Modern AU pt 1

Alright AU dump let's goooo

Let's get some character stuff down for the 3 grown ups (not including Malon)

Time

He's a retired adventurer/hero. He's actually been knighted by the crown but he only agreed as a favor to his old childhood friend, the crown princess Zelda. He's pretty well known as more myth than man for his monster slaying escapades.

Mysterious origins abound. No one except for Malon knows how old Time is and where he's *actually* from. He is in fact from the Kokiri Forest which is a common fairytale. His mother left him there while fleeing the civil war which ended a few years after his birth.

Able to sense magic. Uses it sometimes.

He's married to Malon. When Talon passed, Malon inherited Lon-Lon Ranch. Everything is in her name. He has a coffee mug that says 'Princess' on it as a joke. They also joke he married her for the horses. Lon-Lon Ranch is small, mostly managed by the two of them and Twilight.

Time's pretty reclusive. He doesn't like to go into town. There's rumors about him bc of it, but Malon throws hands for him.

Time and Malon "hired" Twilight as a ranch hand when he showed up on their doorstep with an old ad in the paper from when Talon still ran things. They couldn't just let a kid like him out of their sight and have essentially adopted him.

They also look after the others. Their home is a safe place for the younger ones to go when they need it. Also they pay them to help out with chores (esp during the summer).

Time has issues with chronic pain which is part of why he stopped going on royal errands. His back and knees are pretty rough.

He keeps out hummingbird feeders for both birds and fairies.

Caffeine addict. Always has a cup of coffee within 5 feet of his person. Malon buys his coffee mugs. They are all jokes at his expense.

His favorite food is milk. The colder the better.

Not a strong reader. Malon taught him how to read.

Warriors

Next oldest. He's 22, just slightly older than Twi.

He's a city boy. He left his family's primary home there to live in their summer house in town. It's a big manor and he lives there alone. He doesn't really like it much but he doesn't know what else to do with himself

Heir to a weapons development company that got its foothold in the war. wealthy upbringing. His dad's been married three times so Wars has a large amount of step and half siblings he's not close to. He himself is an "only" child. He does not get along with his father and doesn't know the rest of his family well.

He was in school for architecture but is taking a break bc it got to be too much for him. He works part time at the city office as a clerk.

Doesn't make friends easily, is used to getting picked on.

Emotionally neglected/abused as a child. Struggles with being too clingy when he makes a genuine bond with someone. Lots of feelings of insufficiency

Prolific dater for a while in high school. Cheated on his partners. Had one extremely toxic ex as a teenager (theres cw worthy stuff here so i wont mention it in this post) and has been put off on ever having any real relationships with anyone ever again.

Touch aversion bc of the aforementioned. Doesn't mind if it's Wind or Twi tho. Slowly warming up to the others.

He struggles to relate or says very ignorant things sometimes just bc of his privileged upbringing but he's doing his best to learn better.

Came up in private school. Had nannies until he was 14. Nowhere's ever really felt like home to him

Writes poetry and paints. Greatly enjoys romcoms.

Twilight

Next oldest at 21. He's from Ordon which is an occupied territory of Hyrule

High school dropout/teenage runaway. Has his GED.

Orphaned, found by Rusl when Rusl was out on a monster hunt. Raised by Rusl and Uli.

Ran away at 16 after fucking around with dark magic and finding out. Saw Some Shit. Still has nightmares. He's still in contact with Rusl and Uli and they know he's safe but he's doing some "soul searching" and so hasn't gone home.

The dark magic let him go to the spirit realm. He can turn into the wolf as a result (and has to bc he gets grouchy if he's Hylian for too long). Some of his keen hearing/smelling carries over. Can see spirits. Nobody knows yet.

Tried to make a living at first as a freelance monster hunter. Got his ass handed to him a few times. Eventually blew into town as a very hungry/sick 17-yo and wound up at Lon-Lon looking for work

He doesn't feel like he deserves Time and Malon's love but they care for him like he's their own kid. He's always working extra hard to try and make up for it.

Missing his left arm from the shoulder down. Lost it to the monster that attacked his village shortly before Rusl found him.

Does not like when people offer their help when it comes to his arm. He will let them know when he needs a hand (kek).

Extremely fond of and good with animals. Also really strong once he got healthy again. Very capable on horseback, adores cats.

When he can't be found at the creek or stables, he can be found sleeping in various places around the farm. Always has cats on/following him.

Reads a lot, draws too. Fishes often. Works on his truck with Malon and Four.

Looks up to Time, best bros forever with Wars, very close with Wild

pescatarian (only fish hes caught tho, never bought)

#somer writes #the heart of hyrule modern au #im sure i have more to say about them but my thoughts are a little scattered #also theres 6 more lads and malon to get to #and eventually ill write out setting notes too #aus are such a chore sometimes XD #linked universe #lu fanfiction #i am also taking questions lol #and questions would be helpful for solidifying ideas #if you made it this far congrats

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THE FLETCHERS .

themes dealt with : death , grief , addiction , recklessness , depression , etc . my shameless inspired ocs .

meet the fletchers ! a colorful family of eight six . growing up lower class , the large family has always had a hard time keeping up with bills amongst other responsibilities . when dean fletcher attempts insurance fraud , he fails to keep the rest of his family out of it . due to a horrible ' freak accident ' , the house burns down including his wife and daughter inside . dean is quickly arrested after failing to hide the evidence of tampering . the family learns to deal with grief , anger , and the harsh realities . some refuse to deal with it and some grow into new people .

daniel fletcher , 29 , he / him , bisexual , resembles josh hutcherson .

daniel , dan , was 23 years old when the incident took place . as the eldest of their immediate family he was given the choice to become legal guardian along with his sister ginny . he accepted as he didn't want them separated . dan quickly fell into addiction and has been continuously laid off from job after job . at age 26 , after a hookup , dan got a girl pregnant and was left to raise their daughter alone . he now works a soul sucking office job 9 to 5 . dan can be described as moody , distant , quiet , tired , giving , gentle , attentive , funny , sweet .

imogen fletcher , 27 , she / her , bisexual , resembles victoria pedretti .

imogen , ginny , was 21 when she became legal guardian to her siblings . due to scholarship , ginny was able to continue her higher education . she is a nurse that works shifts and shifts to be able to provide for her siblings . while dan has attempted to move on , she has continued to give herself more and more to her family without taking a breath for herself . she is overworked and incredibly ambitious with a fear of commitment . ginny can be described as selfless , kind , generous , strict , resentful , caring , overbearing , worried , sad .

bryce fletcher , 24 , he / him , heterosexual , resembles brian altemus .

bryce was freshly 18 when the incident happened . away from home at a party , he came home in the middle of the night to screams and cries . he stopped zeke from running back inside to save his twin sister . they now hate eachother . bryce went to college for baseball and got a degree in physical education . he now works at at a highschool as the gym teacher as well as coaches the baseball team . bryce can be described as cocky , protective , loud , a ' fuck boy ' , flirty , angry , regretful .

zeke fletcher , 22 , he / him , pansexual , resembles joshua macqueen

zeke was 16 when the incident happened . zeke lost his twin sister in the fire and went off the hills in order to cope . dropping out of highschool , he got his GED later but still doesn't use it . he works as a male stripper at the local club and tends to get himself in horrible situations . he dabbled in drug dealing even to his older brother . zeke can be described as impulsive , angry , fun , flirty , sexual , sly , cunning , enthusiastic , depressed , funny , loyal .

piper fletcher , 21 , she / her , heterosexual , resembles nicole wallace .

piper was 15 when the incident happened . the baby of the family ! everyone in the fletcher family loves piper and doesn't want her to be corrupted by this life . her trauma has been tuned out as she has a hard time even remembering the incident . she is currently working as a waitress in the local bar while also attending college for psychology . piper can be described as sweet , shy , kind , gentle , sensitive , confused , frustrated , innocent , adventurous .

#& lore / the fletchers . #meet the new fam #i love them #babies #indie rp #open rp #open starter #indie smut rp

[hanmasghost]

:D

I'll participate in your event sooooo

Baji with a big brother

<3

“Baji’s Big Brother”

400 Special

Authors Note:

A a a a a a a :D bet! Thank you for participating, srsly thought no one would sorry it’s short btw^^;

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): None😁✨

HCs

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

❥ When he says he takes after you, people don’t believe him, they thought he was the worst it gets, oh boy are they wrong

❥ He actually imitates you a lot

- It gets to be annoying, but it’s really cute sometimes

- He just wants to be like you

❥ When he was little he would always cling to the hem of your shirt when in public

- Still does when in grocery stores

- He hated most crowded places(still does)

❥ You and him share a room as it’s a two bedroom appartement

- He makes sure that you have your space as you’re older and he respects your need for privacy

❥ You helped him train while in the Sano’s dojo

- You had trained there yourself when you were younger and were more than happy to help him out with whatever he had trouble with

❥ He won’t admit it but he has major respect for you, like, a shit ton and wants to be like you

- Tho you’re reckless, you still manage to keep everything under wraps and even took getting a GED and a job to help out your mom when you didn’t need to

- You won’t tell him but he knows it’s so he and your mom can live the life they want

⌦ .｡.:*♡

Baji ran home after school with much haste.

He had gotten a 82% on his test, which was considered passing. It was also his best score yet.

He had already showed Chifuyu, but he also had to show you, since you and the blond had helped him study for the test. He didn’t care if he was technically skipping class, this was important.

Busting through the front door of the apartment. Baji searched around your guys home, only to find you sleeping on the desk in your guys shared bedroom.

Baji noticed you had fallen asleep on a bunch of math books.

“{Reader}?” He whispered as he nudged you slightly.

When he didn’t get a response he decided to just set the test packet next to you, as a surprise for when you awoke.

But before setting the stapled pieces of paper down he glared down at a check list, clearly written by you.

Setting down his test he grabbed the check list and looked it over

Do laundry X

Grocery shopping X

Put groceries away X

Vacuum X

Feed Baji’s street cats X

Fold laundry

Wash Dishes X

Take out trash

Make mom and Baji’s lunch X

Clean bedroom floor

Doctor at 14:00

Doctor? Oh! It was {Reader}’s monthly check up! How could Baji forget? His mom had been scolding {Reader} about how he should stop doing so much and make sure he would be ready to go to the doctors this morning.

Sighing, Baji mumbled “guess he didn’t listen to her this time.”

Baji decided it’d be a good idea to finish up your check list. You needed a break, and as your little brother, he’d make sure you got one by taking on some of the household responsibilities.

Plus, he’d rather you be well rested for your doctors appointment and not some half awake, half asleep, zombie.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji x male reader #baji x reader #baji headcanons #baji hcs #baji fluff

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #25: The Best Cure

Prompt: call it a day || Master Post || On AO3

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“I am nob sick.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m nob!”

Synnove gave her knight her very best “I Know You Speak Bullshite” look that she normally leveraged on carbuncles and students. Aymeric’s answering scowl would have been a more effective rebuttal if his hair wasn’t disheveled, his eyes not watery, and his nose not bright red.

“You have run yourself ragged,” Synnove said, hands on her hips, “and now you’re paying the price for spreading yourself so thin.”

“Dere’s too much to—ACHOO!”

Aymeric got his arm up just in time to sneeze into his elbow. And then a second time, and a third, in quick succession.

“Darling, you have a very competent second-in-command and an equally competent new political secretary, you can take the bloody time to rest and get better.”

An authoritative mew drifted up from next to Synnove’s shin. She pointed down. “See! Lady Crème agrees with me!”

The Ala Kharan cat leaped up onto the bed, then sat primly with her tail curled over her paws, and stared at Aymeric. Aymeric refused to look at his mother’s cat, instead trying to scowl again at Synnove. “If I always did what the cab wanted,” and now he seemed to be vainly trying to ignore how his congestion was only getting worse with every word he spoke, “I would neber ged anyding done.”

Synnove narrowed her eyes.

“Tyr.”

The topaz carbuncle popped his head over the side of the bed, and, like Lady Crème, stared. Now Aymeric looked concerned.

“Sit.”

Boof!

Aymeric tried to scramble away, Lady Crème hissing angrily at being jarred, but too late: Tyr was crawling up the bed. As soon as his hindlegs were on the mattress, the enormous carbuncle threw himself forward to flop on Aymeric’s legs and torso. Aymeric went flat on his back with an oof!

Synnove smiled. “Good boy, Tyr.”

Another wordless boof, this one smug, as Tyr drew himself up into a proper loaf shape. For good measure, he swished his tails to the side to drape over Aymeric’s face. Lady Crème stalked up the bedsheets to claim one of the pillows next to Aymeric’s head.

“You fight dirty,” Aymeric grumbled, voice further muffled by both snot and carbuncle tails.

“I fight to win,” Synnove said, smug, as she walked around the bed. “I’ve already gave Lucia a call on the ‘pearl, and I’ll be contacting Norlaise shortly.”

“Conspiracies.”

She snickered, and brushing the tips of Tyr’s tails out of the way, she leaned over and kissed Aymeric’s forehead. “I’m going to go help Hersande make some chicken noodle soup,” she said. “I’ll come check up on you in a bell. If you need anything, just tell Tyr and he’ll come get me.”

“Fiiiiiine,” came the sulky whine. A pause. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Synnove gave an ear scratch to both Tyr and Lady Crème, and then headed out of the bedroom.

Aymeric was snoring by the time she closed the door.

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[sorrow-and-bliss]

Sirius Black x Crookshanks!Reader

Sirius Black x Reader!Animagus!Crookshanks

(For these purposes, Crookshanks is female.)

Warnings: None, I think? Mostly crack - which was not intended, lol.

Reader is a year or two younger than the Marauders and Snape. She and Sirius always got along well and even liked each other but both thought it was one sided, so they did nothing about it.

Reblogs are fine.

Masterlist

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In the shrieking shack, pure chaos had erupted.

"Crookshanks stop! No, you mustn't kill it. Crookshanks give it here! No!" 

Hermione screamed as you (Crookshanks) darted under the broken furniture, refusing to give up the rat you had just caught in your mouth.

"Get it, Crookshanks, you brilliant cat. Kill it!" Roared Sirius.

"She's gonna bloody kill my rat! I always knew it'd be your cat!" Ron yelled at Hermione.

You hissed (as well as you could) when you were backed into a corner.

"I'm going to kill your bloody cat, 'Mione!" Ron screamed.

Your death was indeed looking imminent. The Weasley boy was incredibly distraught at the possible loss of his pet. Finally the moment had come, and you morphed out of your animagus form. Hermione shrieked as her pet turned into a human.

Sirius did a double take. It had been years. You seemed a bit grimmer and a bit ashen. But you still had your signature feistiness. There was fire in your eyes and unruliness in your hair. Just the way it'd always been.

"Y/n," he gasped.

You were still holding the rat (who was Pettigrew) in your mouth.

"Um, love, you might want to drop that, it's probably not sanitary." Sirius advised.

"Ober my ged vody," you answered through stuffed teeth.

Sirius was practically laughing to the point of tears, the sight before him was just so refreshing and so typical of you.

The children, who had sufficiently recovered, were already firing spells at you which you deftly dodged until you managed to get your wand out.

"Protego!" You shouted, a large shield appearing in front of you and Sirius, just as Remus Lupin darted in yelling "Stupify!"

Thankfully your shield absorbed it.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed.

"Thiriously, if eberybone woold jutht cawlm doawn fuur a momnt id be fine." Your speech once again muffled by a rat barring your mouth.

Remus calmed, and the children seeing this, followed suit.

"Exactly what is going on?" Harry asked, perplexed.

You went to speak again but were once again cut off by Severus barging in. "Expelliarmus!"

"Everyone shut up!" You bellowed, finally spitting the rat out of your mouth, as your shield once again absorbed the spell.

"Y/n?" Severus muttered in shock. "I thought you were dead."

"'Course not," you spat, disgustedly, holding the rat in a choke hold between your fingers.

"But how - " he began,

"Shut UP I said!" You yelled.

An unearthly silence filled the air.

"Alright. First things first. Sirius isn't guilty, Peter Pettigrew is - Yes he's alive! Pay attention to my tenses, Severus. Yes I'm sure, Remus. No I haven't gone to the wrong side, either of you. I've been hiding, trying to crack this mystery for years. Ronald Weasley, don't you dare interrupt me. Your pet rat is neither a pet nor a rat, he's an animagus who happened to kill your best friend's parents. Instead of your best friend's dogfather - fogdather - GODFATHER! here, as everyone thought. So put a lid on it." You finished, breathlessly.

Ron's mouth shut. Severus lowered his wand. And Remus looked lost in fond memories.

"Oh," Harry breathed, once his brain had caught up with all the information.

"That makes much more sense, my old friend," remarked Remus who embraced Padfoot.

"Still," Severus began to hedge, hoping his old enemy was still guilty.

"Shut up, Severus," you yelled for the third time this evening.

"Alright everybody, wands at the ready," you warned, pointing your own at the rat.

Everyone dutifully complied. "Demorphmagus!"

Then the bloated rat did indeed take its even uglier form of Pettigrew. Harry had executed Incarcerous just as Peter made a futile attempt to escape.

"Well done, Harry. Severus, do you happen to have any Veritaserum with you?"

"For another purpose..." He lamented. And handed over the tiny vial.

Wormtail began struggling. "Peter, if you don't cooperate, I'll use the killing curse right here and now," you promised.

"But little, sweet, kind, y/n wouldn't do that to her old friend, Peter," he tried dredging up old memories.

"Is that a challenge?" you threatened.

The man gave into blubbering and shivers, as you put one single drop into his mouth.

"That's sufficient, right Sev'?" You looked up at the Potion's Master. He gave a curt nod but you swore you saw his eyes soften at the use of his old nickname. He hadn't been all bad to you at school even taking it upon himself to help you with potions back then. You exclusively had called him Sev'.

Turning back to Pettigrew, the interrogation began.

"Peter Pettigrew, were you an ally of Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes, I was, and a very good one at that - " the man began rambling

"Were you Lily and James' Potter's secret keeper?"

"Yes, indeed I was! You see - "

"Did you turn Lily and James Potter over to Voldemort?"

"Well, yes, you see - "

"You did this knowing full well that they would be killed?"

"Yes."

You screamed in rage, bringing an infuriated fist down upon his nose.

There was a loud crack and the man howled in pain, but you were distraught and unknowingly crying.

"Y/n, now y/n, everything's alright now," Sirius put a comforting arm around you, as you sobbed into his shoulder.

Peter attempted to get free again, but Hermione was having none of it and shot him with a stunning spell.

"Remus, what's wrong?" You asked as he looked in alarm through the window.

"I've forgotten..." he trailed off.

"The moon!" You gasped.

"Quickly, y/n! You must take my memories to prove Sirius' innocence. I must leave - children get back!" He ordered with fear. Severus rapidly handed over an empty vial, with a distinct sourness. Then herded the children into the corner where he shielded them.

When you'd acquired the silver thread, Remus started running, making it almost to the end of the tunnel before his transformation began.

"I'll go after him, y/n, take the children back to the castle," begged Sirius.

"People think I'm dead! And you're too weak, it has to be Severus to take them back. I'll go after Lupin." You objected.

"I believe it will take all of us," Snape strained out. "Lupin has already left, Pettigrew is our immediate threat, and no one knows that either of you two are alive!"

There was silence. "You make fair points, my friend," you muttered.

Severus relaxed slightly.

"Alright, Sev, why don't you take the lead levitating Pettigrew in the front. You being near the front will dampen the shock of Pettigrew and me being alive, as well as Sirius being innocent. The children next - Harry, Hermione, support Ron between yourselves - "

"- And you will come next, while Black brings up the rear to protect us should his wolfish friend return." Snape carped tersely.

More silence...

"Fine." You spat apathetically.

"I'm sure you had other purposes in mind, putting me at the back - incidentally the most vulnerable position of our group - nevertheless I concur for entirely different reasons. I won't allow y/n to take the dangerous position of rear guard." Sirius said with grim amusement.

"Believe me, y/n's safety was among my highest priorities." Snape answered with scorn.

This was the best course of action, so that: Pettigrew wouldn't be able to escape, especially under Snape's pure hatred; Snape could plead everyone's case and apparent aliveness; and you would be an easy warm up shock for everyone before they saw Sirius.

"On second thought. Sirius, you should be a dog, so the Dementors don't try to suck your soul out."

Snape looked disappointed but Sirius assented.

"Alright. Have we got everyone? Wormtail up front." But the villain in question began to rouse again. "Hey Ron, give him a stunner for us since you lost your pet tonight."

"Gladly," said the Weasley boy, knocking his 'pet' out again.

"The traitor is in the front, I am coming next, Potter and Granger are to support Weasley behind me, and you are to come as second to last, with the animagus version of Black behind you." Severus summed up your thoughts.

"Thank you"

Sirius reluctantly morphed and nudged your leg to tell you he was ready. Then the procession started.

"Hermione, I do sincerely apologize for this. I needed to get here in order to unravel the loose threads pertaining to the mystery of the Potter's death and you were my best bet. Ronald -"

"I understand," young mister Weasley shook his head. "I've no desire to keep a murderer as a pet."

Hermione seconded that she understood. As you neared the Hogwarts doors, Sirius growled.

"Behind you," Hermione screeched.

You were just in time to deter werewolf Lupin with a stinging jinx, as Sirius charged forward hackles raised.

The werewolf swiftly decided it'd had enough for the evening and ran whimpering off into the forest.

"Thank goodness,"

"A little help ahead?" called Snape, nearing the Dementors. Harry had started to sweat.

"Expecto Patronum!" Your patronus - a swan - took full form and charged ahead driving away the dementors long enough for everyone to slip inside.

Thankfully the corridors were empty and soon everyone was tripping into Dumbledore's Study.

"Good evening, Severus, with the suspiciously well preserved remains of the formerly incinerated Peter Pettigrew.’

"And hello Harry, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. And welcome apparently alive y/n with a dog. I believe I'm about to hear a most unique tale." Mused the headmaster, rounding his desk with alacrity to inspect the stunned Pettigrew.

He adjusted his spectacles, "Hmm, very interesting. If I'm not mistaken he's very much alive and not at all incinerated. What is equally curious is that y/n is alive and well. Welcome back, friend and former student. Most of us thought you were dead, but I was less certain."

You felt a bit flustered before the ever-calm Headmaster.

"Yes, Professor, sir, I went into hiding shortly after the Potters..."

He held up a hand, "I understand completely. Now what is the mystery before us?"

You took a deep breath, "Pettigrew is guilty, not Sirius Black."

You told the whole story beginning to end, as the headmaster gave very little response other than kind attentiveness.

"Well, I have no reason to doubt you, especially if Severus concurs."

Snape muttered something like begrudged agreement.

"I also have Lupin's memories of this afternoon and evening's events." You held up the vial.

"Excellent. Well done everyone. Now, I believe this dog here is in fact Sirius Black, am I correct?"

"Quite correct, sir." You answered.

"Very well, I believe it would be safest if y/n and Black retreated to a safer location while I sort this mess out. Mr. Black I'm very glad to see you escaped and well. I think you should keep to this form while actually at Hogwarts so the dementors don't sense anything. But if you and y/n hole up at the Shrieking Shack you will be safe to resume your human form."

You nodded.

"I shall put in a good word for all of you, including Remus, to the Ministry. 100 points to Gryffindor and off to bed with you younger three," the children beamed and left murmuring thank yous. Harry paused at Sirius, and hugged him. The dog nuzzled back, and watched the retreating figure of his dogson.

Y/n and Sirius left for the Shrieking Shack after Dumbledore promised to send food and blankets.

Severus stayed behind to assist Dumbledore.

“You know, Severus,” mused the headmaster, “I always thought something was amiss with the story of the Potters’ deaths, but could never put my finger on it. Then I always had a feeling that y/n was not dead but was still alive and well somewhere. I could just never conclude as to how or where. I should have known the two scenarios were interconnected.’

“Lemon drop?” He offered, but Severus was already drowning himself in firewhisky.

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