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Kenny, Kyle and Butters w a shy/ s/o
Kyle
Kyle’s such a sweetie omg. He’s so defensive about you and always protects you from any mean comments anyone might make.
I feel like he’d also be pretty private about relationships, so you guys would always have dates at home or go on walks in the forest instead of restaurants.
He definitely had to ask you out. No question. He would’ve been so careful and sweet so that he didn’t freak you out. Totally romantic too. Probably gave you flowers and everything.
People question how the hell you two work? Hot headed and stubborn and the shy, sweet person? They don’t know how but you guys still get along so well.
You guys always cuddle at home. In privacy, he’s so gentle with you and always asks for permission to do anything. He does get more confident later in the relationship, as do you.
Study dates!!! In the public library though, not the school one. It’s a lot quieter.
He knows your coffee order and bring you coffee before classes.
Kenny
Kenny is someone who for sure takes you out of your comfort zone. He’s got a lot of personality when you get to know him.
Loves showing you off. Always holding your hand or your waist. It probably makes you feel grounded and safe though.
He’s such a protective guy fr. He tends to keep you away from Cartman and Craig’s gang just because he isn’t sure how nice they’ll be to you. You’ve hung out with Butters, Kyle and Stan a fair bit though!
I think he likes how shy you are because it means he never has to be jealous of other guys.
Definitely walks you home. I think you guys spend a lot of time at your place, cooking or watching TV.
You guys probably share headphones in class or while studying. He likes to lean his head on your shoulder when he’s not writing notes.
You were so nervous about meeting Karen but she loves you and Kenny brings her around as much as possible. You’re probably happy to play with her or help her with schoolwork.
Butters
What can I say, he’s a darling. Always flaunting you to everyone. Taking you out on nice dates all the time, etc.
His parents actually probably like you since you’re so soft-spoken and do your best to be likeable. They probably think you’re a good influence on him.
You guys probably message all night and then are exhausted in class.
Like Kyle, he knows your coffee order and brings you coffee everyday.
He definitely insists on always paying for everything. (He’s broke but he loves making you happy)
Will always notice if you’re getting anxious and does his very best to comfort you. Holds your hand ALWAYS in public. Even if his friends are assholes about it.
Completely dedicated to you. One of his female friends makes you insecure? Blocked on everything, no contact ever again. Maybe he overcompensates a bit, but he means the best for you.
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moonlit-imagines · 11 months
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Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 4)
Matt Murdock x child!reader
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a/n: thank you guys so much for waiting patiently for this!!! (except for that one anon who got an attitude with me for not writing this fast enough for them if you’re reading this, learn some manners) anyways, so glad that i finally finished daredevil, now i just gotta push through the last few defenders shows (and catch up on everything else i’ve missed in the past year. haha. fuck.
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part 1 part 2 part 3
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everything was just so shitty.
you had to hold it together and pretend like your dad was just on a very long work trip
it wasn’t like you didn’t plan for this. i mean, you had a dozen notes in his handwriting ready for any occasion, just in case something unexpected happened
to whom it may concern, i have been hired by a client residing in california for an undisclosed amount of time. i will be leaving my child, y/n murdock, in the care of their godfather, franklin nelson. due to my condition, i have granted mr. nelson legal permission to make decisions on y/n’s behalf if i am ever unable to, including this period in time. if you have any questions, please call. matthew murdock.
you read that page over and over again while foggy shuffled around your dad’s apartment, gathering all of your stuff and anything of your dad’s you’d want to hang onto
“you know, marci is fixing up the guest room to be more…you. i think when you see it you’re gonna love it” -foggy
you were half spaced out trying to wrap your head around everything
and you were still so pissed off
it made foggy feel even more guilty
“i got their father killed. if i didn’t bring him that suit, given him my blessing, he’d still be here to raise his kid” -foggy
“you’re being too hard on yourself, foggy bear. the others made it out, he chose to stay. that’s not on you” -marci
“it doesn’t feel like that. i mean, every time i look at y/n i feel like they blame me” -foggy
“blame you? y/n loves you. you’ve always been there for them and they are well aware of that” -marci
you kind of hated karen for a while
i know it’s harsh, but almost every time you saw her, she wanted to give you hope instead of helping you grieve
“maybe he’s still out there somewhere, sweetie” -karen, attempting an embrace
you just wanted her to ditch your old apartment and let you move on with what you had left
on a more lighthearted note, you’d always been welcome in the nelson family
“y/n! honey, come here! lord, foggy, y/n looks like you’ve been starvin’ them!” -foggy’s mom
“aw, no, uncle foggy’s—” -you
“nonsense, dear. theo! fix your lovely [niece/nephew/nibling] a sandwich!” -momma nelson
“mom—” -foggy
“don’t even start, y/n’s in our kitchen now. the nelson meats kitchen”
you always felt best surrounded by all that love
meanwhile, your father laid in the church you grew up with. and no intention of calling you up
“matthew, your child. where are they?” -sister maggie
“they’re safe, safer than they’ve ever been” -matt
you had your days ever since midland circle’s collapse though
some days you could be okay, just getting by. you knew deep down you’d be losing him soon, and you were well prepared
other days were violent fits of rage and sorrow, punching bags and screaming and crying
and a time or two, you’d do it in front of foggy
“he left me! he left me for her and he didn’t even say goodbye! and i’m supposed to forgive him?! fuck him, he chose to do this to me, he’s a piece of shit and he i’m glad he’s gone!” -you, screaming through sobs in the middle of the night
foggy would grab you so tight and wouldn’t let go until you were calm again
and marci would cry to herself as she listened, not fully able to process all of your emotions
but she tried as best as she could, she just didn’t have the deep bond you and foggy did (but she definitely did everything she could for you)
she’d have lil lunch dates with you, just you two
“foggy tells me you got another 100 on your test? that’s always a good thing, especially in a class as tough as that” -marci
“yeah, foggy’s kind of my cheerleader when it comes to that stuff” -you
“any ideas for the day? i could take you to a salon or a game…maybe an arcade or a movie?” -marci
honestly you couldn’t express to her how much she really helped you get through the day
foggy and theo came up with the idea to hire you at the sandwich shop, that way you had something to keep you busy and foggy felt less pressured to help out there
it did help get your mind off things—until little whispers of a familiar vigilante started popping up
the day foggy found out matt was still alive…he wanted to kill him for you
“you’re back! does karen know? oh, matt, y/n’s gonna be so happy, they—they’ve been so down since it all happened—” -foggy
“slow down, foggy. i’m…not actually back. matt murdock, he’s gone” -matt
foggy started to get very frustrated by matt’s explanation
“hold on just a second here, matt. your child—for months on end—has been grieving the loss of their father, wishing they could have him back. i’ve done everything i can to keep that kid afloat, destroyed myself watching them fall apart…and you’re not even gonna consider seeing y/n?” -foggy, beginning to raise his voice and hit the table
“they’re safer without me. just keep them far away from fisk. please.” -matt
foggy didn’t even want to mention it to you. he felt awful keeping secrets from you, but knowing your father was out there and wouldn’t see you? after sacrificing himself for elektra? you’d be a mess
but it didn’t stay secret for long once you and foggy were questioned together by the FBI
you kept cool about it in front of agent nadeem, playing along just right. but once that door closed
“he’s alive?! he’s alive and you just didn’t tell me?! and he met with you, why the hell hasn’t he seen me yet?!” -you, weakly trying to attack foggy as you began to cry, he pulled you in for a hug
“i’m sorry, kid. i’m so sorry. i don’t have a lot of answers right now” -foggy
“where is he? i want to see him” -you
you knew the moment you saw him you’d unleash hell
matt did feel guilty not reuniting with you, you were his only child and you just experienced the same pain he had as a child, but he kept justifying it as “protecting you” much to the sister’s dismay
and plans were hashed not long after, you were left out of them all and put under marci’s care
chinese takeout and a tv show marathon was a great plan until you both picked up your phones, shocked to see an attack going on where your friends and family were supposed to be
you were terrified, but you saw marci terrified, too. you were there for her the same way she always was for you
things blew over, you got out of the house to clear your head
matt went back to the church, still hellbent on ending all this
“matthew…i think you should see y/n. think of all they’ve been through, to see you again would, well, it would be a blessing” -sister maggie
“i have to keep them as far away from this as i can” -matt
“they won’t get too far, being a murdock and all. it’s not just your nature, it’s the name. that name is being thrown around everywhere, maybe you could do the protecting this once” -maggie
“can’t risk it, especially not after this imposter daredevil is on the loose. no morals, no self control, he’s dangerous” -matt
“matthew, what would you do if your father ended up being alive after believing he was gone for so long?” -maggie
that happened to put things into perspective, just the one question
unfortunately he got a bit sidetracked overhearing the prayers of maggie, his mother
but matt couldn’t run or hide from you anymore, couldn’t demand foggy keep you away
so he showed up at foggy’s apartment, knocking on the door gently as he knew you were the only one home
when you looked through the peephole, you saw a battered version of your dad, nothing changes
but you flung that door open so fast and…punched him in the chest a dozen times
“you—piece of shit—motherfucker—how could you?! i hate you! i hate you! selfish asshole!” -you
he let it happen, he thought it’d make you feel better until you wore yourself out
“where the hell were you?” -you, sobbing
“doesn’t matter, i’m here now” -matt
“no, you aren’t. you always have something else come up. always” -you
what an inconvenient time for his phone to ring
you heard the message, you knew he had to be somewhere
that was the first time you felt in the loop in a while, though. hearing the message of where he needed to be. that was all you wanted, was to know what was going on. it was the tiny bit of control you needed
there was nothing glamorous about this life, for sure. the idea of him being out there still made you sick.
fogwell’s gym was the next place you saw him, with agent nadeem and foggy
“really exciting being on fisk’s shitlist, huh?” -you to nadeem, fidgeting with old equipment
“cut it out, y/n” -matt
“what? this isn’t our first time around the block, that’s why we’re hiding here” -you
it’d been a while since you’d been here, you used to hang out cuz “abandoned shit is cool”
you were currently taking your anger and anxiety out on a punching bag, revisiting your old karate lessons from way back when
*while talking testimony with nadeem and foggy* “that is…so distracting. hang on, let me just—” -matt, stopping when his arm was grabbed
“no, they need this. leave it alone” -foggy
matt sighed an nodded, feeling like he was in no place to parent at the moment
karen decided to stand with you and watch
“so…you were right” -you
“you don’t seem too happy about that” -karen
“believe me, wish i could be. but do you recognize him? like, really?” -you
“i…i know. he’s changed. but maybe once this all blows over…i think he’ll go back to himself. be a friend—a dad again” -karen
“sure as hell not to me” -you, scoffing “he’s done picking and choosing when he can be my father. i was always supposed to come first”
karen understood. she knew exactly what you meant and she felt it so deeply, but she wanted for you what she couldn’t have anymore
you hadn’t stopped hitting the punching bag as you talked to her
“can i get it a whirl?” -karen
she got a few good hits in, they were noticed by present company
from there, you stuck with foggy. the least likely of the bunch to get shot!
and court did not go spectacularly either, making you feel just as on edge as before
“y/n, listen, i’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. have they ever gotten to you before? no, and it’s gonna stay that way” -matt, cupping your face in his hands to hold as if it were the last, which it was starting to feel that way for the both of you
“you’re not good at promises. you’re gonna leave again” -you, tears beginning to stream down your face
“no, no. well, yeah, for a little bit. it’s fine, y/n, we’re gonna be fine. i love you, okay?” -matt
foggy took you home and you just shut down again. and although there was a LOT of work to do, marci and foggy always made time for you
“y/n, foggy’s making dinner. you wanna help me make dessert? i’m thinking…cupcakes?” -marci
“do we have the good frosting?” -you
“of course, kiddo, i’d never let us run out” -marci, winking
she got a smile out of you and you rushed to the kitchen with her, which lifted both of their spirits of course
but nothing could be calm forever, bodies dropped every minute and you could only wonder “was that my dad?”
and lord help him, he asked for it every day
especially when, after a few more issues arose, he marched straight into the presidential hotel with faux-daredevil
“you…you keep my secret…keep away from my friends…my kid!” -matt
“heh…your kid. ever think they’re gonna follow in your footsteps? you’ll be long gone, i’ll still be here. with them. maybe they’ll be out for revenge, who knows?” -fisk
“you say anything else, vanessa goes down with you. it’s over, fisk. now swear to me, my kid is safe!” -matt
“i swear…just leave vanessa out of it, i’ll leave y/n out of it” -fisk, surrendering
you were watching the news as it happened, stunned, shocked, in awe. it was better than the last time
“foggy let me drink last time they put fisk away” -you
“jesus, weren’t you like, thirteen?” -marci “i mean, now’s fine, that’s about the age i started partying. what the hell? i’ll get the good stuff out. just a little bit though, dont get your hopes up”
(it was like four “little bits” but you weren’t complaining)
you knew it was coming and you acted surprised anyways
“y/n. i am the shittiest dad in the world” -matt
“well aware” -you, arms crossed after he started the conversation that way
“just another chance. i wanna be your dad, i wanna be there for you, you’re like, the best kid anyone could ask for. foggy’s gotta feel pretty lucky having you around” -matt
“last time i gave you another chance to be in my life, you gave it up for elektra. a second time—third if. you count law school” -you
“she’s gone, out of the picture. died under midland circle” -matt, sort of comically waving her off in front of you like he was over it
“yeah? you survived it. and she came back from the dead. how do i know she isn’t gonna pop up out of nowhere again and ruin our relationship again” -you
“i can’t stress enough how little everything matters compared to you right now. i’ll do anything, y/n. i can’t lose you again” -matt
god, you were angry with every word that came out of this mouth. same old spiel. but then again
“i don’t wanna lose you again” -you
matt grinned at you
“i bet you’re smiling back at me” -matt
“you’re on really thin ice, like paper thin. you better cut it out” -you
“that’s fair, i’ll stop…for now” -matt
you did have to go to father lanthom’s funeral, which was a drag. you may not have asked him for as much forgiveness as your dad, but he was still a pretty big part of your life
“hey, y/n. i know i forgot to mention this…but sister maggie? you know her, she’s around. i just found out she’s your grandmother” -matt
“good one” -you, pretending to laugh. matt didn’t laugh though. “you’re not joking? man, you’re telling me that nun is your mom…and you found out when?”
you all went to nelson’s meats afterwards
“so, you make a mean sandwich, i heard” -matt
“im off the clock” -you “and i don’t serve the blind”
“wow, dark! you know that’s discrimination, right? we could take you to court over that. nelson, murdock and page’s first case?” -foggy
“ok, noted. no more blind jokes…is it sound if i don’t serve vigilantes?” -you
“yeah, it’d hold up better in court. having the right to refuse service to anyone” -matt
“hold on, i still can’t get over the fact y/n just said they hate blind people” -karen, nearly snorting
“did not! i’ve only historically hated to blind people…” -you, being stared at for an answer “stick? right, you know?”
“who?” -karen
“alright, can we get back to mourning with nelson’s meats? i mean, we work hard to bury those sorrows in your stomachs” -foggy
“hey! that can be the new slogan!” -you “and your new law firm’s can be ‘we sue teenagers’”
these happened to be your people. no matter what you all went through, you always ended up back here.
BONUS
“can i meet him? spiderman? pleaaaase?” -you
“how many times have we been over this. i didn’t let you meet jessica and i’m not gonna let you meet peter, do you want me to get disbarred?” -matt
BONUS (PT2)
“you’re coming back to new york, right?” -you, over the phone
“of course i am, i told you i just owed a favor to someone out here, i’ll be home soon” -matt
“foggy says that he will take me back if you bail again, and he doesn’t care if i’m legally an adult either” -you
“well, too bad, he can’t have you” -matt
“please don’t tell me you and the she-hulk lady are quote-unquote, ‘friends’” -you
“how do you do that?” -matt
“you’re predictable” -you
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hayleythesugarbowl · 8 months
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will truman & friend!reader headcanons
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
a/n: i haven’t seen any of these in the internet yet so let’s fill the void. i imagine the reader as female but you guys can imagine it however you want. hope someone out there enjoys this!! 🩰🪩
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being friends with will would include…
ok so whenever you’re upset he always holds you and let’s you cry on his shoulder 
because he knows your his shoulder to cry on too 
if you’re feeling down he gets you your favorite foods and your favorite movie and you just have a relaxing day 
he gives the best gifts
never hesitates to lend you anything
when you’re feeling anxious about something he always knows how to calm you down and reassure you and help you figure things out 
like the man is just a grounding presence 
he let’s you hang out in his office all the time
and don’t tell me you don’t talk about guys together 24/7
tough love king
you tease him constantly and he pretends to hate it 
but he loves it 
you have pretended to be each others date to things many times 
and you struggle not to laugh the entire time 
he is the most protective person of you like—😭✋
all the game nights
and you don’t even care when he wins most of them
he pretends not to notice when you move things around in his apartment when you come over
but then he’ll move them back later 
it’s a never ending battle 
he never let’s you leave the house without a perfect outfit though 
the designated driver type you know?
like he’s the type of guy that when you fell asleep on the ride home from something he would carry you from the taxi up to your apartment  
you and grace are like sisters too and you three do like everything together 
jack loves you so much and you go to all his shows and probably give him dating advice 
karen called you “wilma’s girlfriend” for like a month but she loves you and you guys tease will together 
if you came over in the middle of the night he’d 100% get you whatever you needed and let you sleep in his bed with him 
you guys talk into the night about life and just everything 
he cooks for you 
he calls you “love” and “sweetie” and “honey”
in the most platonic way 
you make him so happy and you both just cherish your friendship and know you’re so lucky to have each other 
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you liked this and let me know if you want hcs for any other will and grace characters! have a lovely day/night <3🍒🎀
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byersfanclub · 1 year
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making this post again and being more detailed and explaining more. 
Why Ted’s “And no sweetie pie” comment throws me off and if it’s meant to be aimed at Will or Mike’s GF that Ted and Karen know nothing about. 
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So, I know a lot of people’s first thoughts to this scene are “Why would Mike make that face?” If it’s directed at Will. I get you. I see you. Usually when you see a grimace, confusion or annoyance, you’d want it to be about El because ofc we want Byler endgame. 
(edit 3/26/23) Personally, when I see this expression on Mike’s face, I see annoyance that his father is teasing him. Kids hate being teased by their parents. Ted seems to tease Mike a decent amount from what we’ve seen. “Our son with a girl?” or the “If your friend jumped off a cliff, would you?” and other little remarks throughout the seasons that Ted has said about or to Mike. He’s annoyed that his father is teasing him about Will, maybe this is first time Ted has said something along the lines of Mike and Will being “in love” (ofc Ted probably doesn’t actually think this, but parents tease their kids all the time about their friends that they’re close with) OR/AND it could be mike just thinking of having to face el, idk 🤷‍♀️ On my last post, I had a few people in the replies say some retorts which could definitely be some explanations... If we had more evidence to back them up. I understand that my theory is purely a theory as well, but that’s because I also have no hardcore evidence that Ted is referring to Will as Mike’s “sweetie pie” this is just what makes the most sense to me.  So one of the few things people tend to bring up whenever I’ve spoken about this before is that fact that Karen was eavesdropping on Mike and El’s conversation in s3. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tvm_CxOg-Rg
Now, this very well could be indication that Karen knows that Mike has a girlfriend, there’s still not enough hard evidence that that is the case. Their conversation doesn’t have enough evidence, for all she knows it could just be one of Mike’s friends. Mike is friends with Max by now, who’s to say he couldn’t have another friend that’s a girl? The only line in their conversation that’s even slightly incriminating is “I can’t see you today” but also who knows how long Karen was listening in? Does Karen know Hopper is taking care of some girl? I thought no one was supposed to know? If anything, I think this could have more to do with Karen as a character in general because she def knows something is up, rather than her knowing Mike is dating a girl.  Another thing about that in general is with Ted’s teasing about Mike, I feel like it would have been the perfect and prime opportunity for Ted to tease Mike about having a girlfriend. That makes such perfect sense for his character and for Mike’s dynamic with his father. But that’s just imo.  Now, the next thing people bring up is that fact that Karen and Ted know about a girl who escaped and was potentially being hidden by Mike in their basement. This is fact, we know this happened. They know about this dangerous girl. But why on Earth would that equate to Ted thinking that Mike is dating this girl years later? And she now lives in California (either close or with the Byers) That’s very odd to me. Either I remember s1 wrong or Ted and Karen magically found out about El from the time skip between s3-s4. Or they know Mike just randomly has a girlfriend in California that they never show us any screen time for us to know that they know.  Lastly, they never show El interacting with Karen or Ted or Nancy or Holly when the pull up into the Wheeler’s driveway. Minus Mike’s shit monologue and then basically not talking to one another (so romantic) If Mike and El were on great terms, wouldn’t this have been a good time to be like “Mom, Dad, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, El/Jane.” That literally doesn’t happen lmao. Very odd. They don’t even ask who she is.  Overall, this obviously ties back into Ted’s “And no sweetie pie.” comment. With all of this said and done, does it still make sense for Ted’s comment to be aimed at El/Mike’s mysterious girlfriend that we’re never explicitly told that Karen and Ted know about? No. Not really. At least not in my mind. But it sure as hell makes sense for Ted to be teasing Mike and for it to be just another piece of foreshadowing Byler endgame. 
Fin.
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hellfirehaley · 2 years
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Strange Love: An Eddie Fic Chapter One
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AN: so this is my first fanfic in like seven years, I made the decision very early on that this story will be a slow burn and I’m really hoping you guys like this. This chapter was NOT beta tested (since I don’t have one). Please let me know what you think in the comments or message me. Thanks to all who supported me through the writing process.
WORD COUNT: 4311
Songs mentioned: Smokin In The Boys Room by Motley Crue
Chapter two: https://hellfirehaley.tumblr.com/post/691146960664690688/strange-love-chapter-two
August 18, 1985
BRRING BRRING BRRING
The alarm goes off and you groan, smacking the top of the unwelcome reality check. It was the first day of senior year and you were ready to get it over with. High school was already hell on so many levels: between having to live up to your brother Leonardo’s perfection of prom king, full ride scholarship to Northwestern thanks to good grades and multiple extra curriculars, played basketball and baseball and was popular among everyone. Leo left last month for Evanstown, Illinois to go live in a house with his buddies so it was just you, your mom and Norm; a 3 year old mutt you had rescued from the shelter last year. You heard Norm whine beside you, signaling it was time to get up. You get  up, stretching in the process, heading to your door to let Norm out. You needed to get ready and your mom would take care of the dog for you.
Once in the bathroom, you turned on the radio and let whatever was on the radio play on while you sang along. You had decided to tease your curls slightly and sprayed it into place with Farrah Fawcett’s signature hairspray (Steve would KILL you had you used Aquanet). Your nails were already a metallic purple color that you decided to match with your purple denim skirt, a Blondie t-shirt and your brand new black and white Converse before adding your accessories (rings, necklaces and a few jelly bracelets).
You decided you were ready so you grab your backpack and head down to the kitchen, seeing your mother already up having coffee with some eggs and toast. Things were rocky with your mom a few years back but it feels like things have been patched over. It was rough seeing your mom hurting so much because of something your father did but you were hurting from it too so call it a trauma bond; call it family; call it whatever you want, you were just glad you still had one parent who gave a shit about you. It was simply because she loved you and wanted the best for you but you had to admit the overbearing tendencies along with her ridiculously high expectations were a lot. She was a hardworking woman with a career as a nurse so she was gone most nights, making mornings and after school the only real time you saw each other. 
“Morning sweetheart. Are you excited for your first day back?” she asked, sipping her coffee while you made your own. 
“I’m excited to see my friends but otherwise I feel pretty normal about it. Is there some kind of magic that I’m missing out on that was supposed to turn me into a peppy American girl?” you ask, gathering supplies for your lunch. You heard your mom laugh at your response.
“No. I just remember my senior year well and I want you to have some memories to look back on with Robin and Ali. I mean we did everything under the sun. I remember going to all the games with Susan and Karen, bonfires, prom, getting my college acceptance letter to University of Indiana, meeting your father…” she trailed off at that thought. You could almost see her slipping back into the darkness that once consumed the petite woman swirling around her thoughts.
“Yeah mom, that’s exactly what I need right now: a high school boyfriend. You forget who you’re talking to here.” you said, tossing a slice of bread in the toaster.
“I’m talking to my beautiful, brilliant, witty, wonderful daughter. You can do anything sweetie if you put your mind to it.” she said encouragingly as the toaster pinged out your breakfast. You grab your slices, joining her at the table, smearing butter along your toasted bread.
“I know Mom. I know how important this year is, especially after last year. I won’t let you down.” you vowed remembering the months long depression thanks to the simultaneous breakups of both your parents marriage and your own 3 year relationship with your boyfriend. You checked the time, finished your toast and grabbed your lunch bag, going to your mother’s side. “I’ll see you when I get home okay mom? I love you.” you say hugging her. She hugged back sending her love to you as you walked out the door, backpack in tow. 
 The drive to school was mostly quiet except for the sounds of the radio filling the void. You were super excited about seeing your girlfriends Ali and Robin. You and Ali had been friends since you moved to Hawkins in third grade. She immediately befriended you and the rest was history. You guys stuck together through a lot: puberty, first loves, first heartbreak, your high school careers and recently the changes in your family dynamic. She was the sister you never got. A few months ago you guys had become good friends with Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington.
Steve and Ali were “strictly friends” but to anyone who didn’t know them would say they are together. They bantered like husband and wife, pushed each other out of their comfort zones and even coparenting the kids you used to babysit for: Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler and Lucas Sinclair. You mainly spent time with Dustin since you lived four houses down, his mom would often have you look after him when she needed  a night to herself. You didn’t mind at all since Dustin was a sweet kid and you had a lot of common interests like nerdy movies, comic books, reading fantasy novels and one summer you even guested on their D&D campaign.
When you got to the school, it was already buzzing with excitement as everyone was finding their group or recruiting/ harassing freshmen. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen this year. Would it be easier than last year? Last year you went through hell, barely passing your junior year but you knew they only passed out of pity like some charity case. But you were determined to get the hell out of Hawkins, away from the judgmental eyes. You pulled around to the back of the school and parked by the football field, enjoying your last few moments of peace. You put on your walkman headset and pressed play, the sounds of Heart of Glass played as you got out of the car, coffee in hand and backpack slung over your shoulders.
You found Ali, Steve and Robin sitting under a tree with Steve sitting behind Ali while he talks to Robin about something. Ali, in all her pink hair glory, was nibbling on grapes while the rest of her face was hidden by the book.
“Ali it’s the first day. It’s a little too early to have your nose buried in a book,” you say announcing yourself once you’re in earshot. 
“Says the girl who always has her nose buried in the same book; I’ll take it as a compliment.” Ali retorted, not even looking up from her copy of Christine by Stephen King.
“Touche. So how are we on this fine morning?” you ask, sitting in front of Robin, taking a sip of your coffee from the Thermos.
“Doing better than Danny Baker. He tried to ask out Jenny Daniels after 15 minutes ago and got rejected.” Robin said, exaggerating. You laughed along with everyone else, imagining the poor junior boy asking out a senior cheerleader.
“And this is why I hate popularity.” you say remembering last year.
“Yeah take it from me; it's nothing more than an overrated beauty contest.” Steve said, running his hand through his brown hair. 
“Plus we have each other. Nothing can touch us this year.” Ali said, matter of factly, putting her hand in for an “All For One; One For All” style handshake. You, Steve and Robin put your hands in, pushing them down and lifting them above your heads.
“So what’s the plan for this weekend ladies? Movie night? Arcade night? Wanna go see the new Living Dead movie?” Steve inquired, stealing one of Ali’s grapes and popping it in his mouth.
“Definitely not that but a movie night does sound nice.” Ali said, folding her page and putting it down.
“I’m so in for a movie night. Who wants to host?” Robin said just as they all look at you simultaneously. 
“Well then,” you said laughing, “I guess I’ll host, Saturday night after work sounds good to everyone?” you inquire as everyone agrees.The bell rang and Steve waved bidding you ladies goodbye as he walked to his car. The three of you continued towards the building, exchanging class schedules. You had English, Chemistry and Calculus together and the classes went on like clockwork. Introductions from each other, having to introduce yourself like you haven’t known each other your entire academic careers, listening to syllabi, some “light homework” to see where you’re at/get to know you. Before you knew it, it was lunch time. You stopped at your locker to drop off your backpack, needing only your home lunch and your walkman since you knew Robin and Ali were going to be chatting about something the entire period. You walked into the cafeteria and it was like nothing had changed; every clique sat with their proper herd. You found Ali and Robin sitting at your usual table with some band geeks and “inbetweeners”. But this time you saw three familiar young faces sitting with the girls. The curly haired boy was  wearing a Thinking Cap hat, a Weird Al shirt, khakis and some Reebok sneakers. The longer haired boy was wearing a striped shirt, jeans and Converse and the afro haired boy was wearing a blue shirt, jeans and Nike sneakers.
“Ah I see we picked up some stragglers along the way to lunch did we ladies?” you say smiling as you walk up to the table and all three boys smile seeing you.
“Y/N!! Holy shit! We haven't seen you in like a month. How are you? Dustin exclaimed, excited to see you.
“I’m good Dusty. Just been working and helping mom around the house. How are you? Everything going okay on your first day boys?” you say, sitting down in front of them. From the tone of your voice, your motherly instincts come out. You had this protective tenacity about the boys, especially after everything they went through these last few years. 
“Nothing major. Just calling us nerds, fresh meat. No locker shoving yet.” Mike said, smirking at the end before he bit into his burger. 
“You let us know if it gets too bad. Also, Mike, what happened to your style?” Ali asked, taking note of his outfit for the first time that day.
“Don’t; just don’t. Mom went to the mall last minute and came home with this, guilting me into wearing it” Mike warned. You almost laughed at him but were cut off by a new voice joining the conversation.
“Well that explains a lot. And here I was coming over to invite you boys to the most badass club in Hawkins but your mom bought you that outfit from The Gap?” You looked up and saw a boy you were familiar with. Eddie Munson. He was a senior last year and really pissed everyone off because he was loud and proud of who he was and what he believed. He ran against the status quo and didn’t wanna conform to high school norms. He had long curly hair that almost seemed to have a life of itself with its unpredictability, wore a customized leather jacket with a denim jacket over it, covered in patches of bands he liked. He always wore the same rings and metal jewelry to complete his outfit. Today he was wearing an Iron Maiden t shirt, jeans, white high top Reeboks and his jacket. He was known as the school “freak” who everyone bought their ganja from. He’s a third year senior and from what you had seen, he always looked out for the misfits. He was almost like a Hawkins Peter Pan, looking out for the lost boys and girls; giving them a found family and friend group. Getting lost in his brown doe eyes, you zoned out a good portion of the conversation but based on what you saw, you noticed the boys seemed to trust the metalhead and as much as every nerve was yelling out at you to Mother Hen them, they were young men now and completely capable of making their own decisions. 
“So what do you say boys; wanna join Hellfire?” the man inquired, standing behind the boys with an arm around each of them. He looked at you and smiled, winking. You smiled back, taking a chip from your bag. “That is if you ladies are okay with me stealing away your company.” he said looking between the three of you, taking extra time on you. You look at the boys and they are practically begging you to say yes.
“Well I suppose we could make due. Besides, you won’t find a finer artificer, ranger or Paladin to join your party my good sir.” you respond smiling as the three boys lit up. Eddie smiled as well, standing up and notioning to his table 
“Welcome to Hellfire. Come meet the rest of the party.” He said enthusiastically. The two boys grabbed their stuff saying their silent Thank Yous as they made their way to their new table. 
“Well at least the kids are fitting in.” Robin noted, seeing the boys be introduced around the Hellfire table with huge smiles on their faces.
“Yeah I’m happy for them. They need some friends outside of themselves and I think it’ll be great for them to branch out.” you add, taking a bite of your sandwich.
“Wait til Steve hears who they befriended though. We will get a classic Harrington melt down.” Ali said laughing at the thought. You and Robin joined in imagining the stern look on his face and his signature pose: hands on his hips in disappointment.
“Now THAT I will have to see. Please make sure we are there for it.” Robin begged. The conversation turned to plans for the rest of the day. You all had work tonight (Ali and Robin at Family Video and you at the local music store your uncle owned) so you wouldn’t be able to hang out properly until Saturday but promised to talk tonight after work. The bell rang and you all headed to Chem.
Your last class creeps up on you before you know it. You get to class and find your seat in the middle of the back row. You loved English but hated sharing how you felt about a certain piece of literature, especially when half the class didn’t care about it. The class started filling up and Mrs. O’Donnell started her welcoming speech which felt like a lecture thanks to her long, droning, drawn out tone of voice. A few minutes into her syllabus overlay, the door opened and revealed the same long haired boy from lunch. Everyone looked up at him and then back to the front.
“Mr. Munson, so glad you could finally decide to join us.There’s one seat left next to Ms L/N. She will be your peer editor this year so please take your seat in an orderly fashion.” Mrs O’Donnell scolded pointedly, rolling her eyes as the boy saluted her walking to the seat on your right. He settled in as Mrs O’Donnell continued her lecture. You try everything to pay attention but you find yourself doodling on your notebook humming to whatever song comes to mind. Before you knew it, the boy to your right started to tap along to your humming. You looked over at him, thumping his pencil along the beat with your humming, his hair getting in his face as he drummed.
“Sittin in a classroom thinkin its a drag listening to the teacher rap just ain’t my bag. by the two bells ring, you know it’s my cue…”
“I’m gonna meet the boys on floor number two. Smokin in the boys room; smokin in the room. Now teacher don’t ya fill me up with your rule…”
“Cause everyone knows that smoking ain’t allowed in school.” you sang in a loud whisper together. You looked up from your finished doodle (a black inked rose). You looked up to see the long haired boy looking at you with interest. 
“Motley Crue huh? Didn’t see that one coming.” he said with a smirk. He was very intrigued by the girl who knew things about Dungeons and Dragons and metal but was also pretty and nice to him. Was this a prank? Is someone fucking with him?
“Oh I’m full of surprises. I’m Y/N” you say, offering out your hand. 
He takes it and brings it to his lips, pressing the lightest kiss to your hand. “Eddie. Pleased to meet you. So how do you know the freshmen?”
“I’ve been babysitting Dustin ever since I moved to Hawkins and I grew to love the little nerds. I meant what I said earlier at lunch by the way,” you said kindly as he smiled.
“I know. If there’s one thing I’ve gathered about you so far is that you’re honest. Not a lot of people are.” he said trailing off in thought. It was almost like he was in a memory for a moment. You got the feeling that Eddie hadn’t had much experience with genuine human beings and the thought of that alone made you wanna know more about him. 
“Well I will always be honest with you. For example: I really dig how you don’t give a fuck about what everyone thinks about you. You run to the beat of your own drum,” you admit, laughing a little at the end imagining him dancing to a heavy beat.
“Always have. ‘S nice to have someone appreciate it,” he said, pulling a hand through his hair. You smiled at the nervous reaction. It was a cute sight to see such a confident man turn into a school boy even for a moment just because you complimented him.
“You’re a contradiction ya know?” Eddie said, breaking your thought process. You look at him, now finding yourself interested in his opinion of you. “Oh? Pray tell.”
“You’re a semi-popular girl wearing a Blondie shirt and screaming Cyndi Lauper but here you are humming Motley Crue. I gotta say I’m intrigued by a woman of your stature.” he admitted.
You chuckle a bit at his comment, pushing a fallen piece of hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “Yeah some people call it an identity crisis but I simply just like what I like and people can fuck off if they don’t get it.” You said simply, shrugging your shoulders for effect right as the bell rang. Everyone else was ready to go and rushed out of the classroom while you gathered your things into your backpack.
“So Smokin In The Boys Room is your actual favorite Crue song?” Eddie asked, grabbing his notebook.
“No not by a long shot; fit the mood though don’t ya think? My favorite is actually Wild Side because it’s the song that got them started and as much as it is a metal song, if you listen close enough, you can almost hear a punk song,” you admit, slinging your bag over your shoulders.
Eddie pondered this for a moment, genuinely impressed by how passionately you spoke about music and why it made you feel a certain way. It almost made him wanna find that tape and see what he was missing. “Hmmm that’s an interesting approach L/N. Never thought about it that way.”
“Let me know your thoughts next time I see ya,” you say walking out of the room.
“That I can do,” he replied, walking side by side with you. “However, you have to listen to one of my favorites for me; it’s only fair.” he said, his brown eyes almost sparkling at the thought. 
“Okay Eddie, name it. I’m not scared of a little metal like most of the girls in this school.” you say walking towards your locker, Eddie at your side still.
“Well let’s keep it in theme shall we? School Daze by W.A.S.P. One of the greatest bands to ever rock a stage.” He said proudly. You smiled at him. Of course he was gonna start you off on one of his favorites.
“Okay you’re on. Give it what a week to gather proper thoughts and continue this conversation?” you offering smiling still as you got to your locker.
“Sounds good to me. Until next week m’lady.” He said, tipping two fingers like he was tipping his hat to you as he walked away. You couldn’t help but smile widely about the interesting boy that was a social pariah, considered a freak but really was a cool guy trying to get through senior year. Just like everyone else. You had to admit he was really cute with how sweet he was to you but you were sure he was like that with all the girls. I mean you guys just met today.
You didn’t even notice Ali and Robin coming to your locker until one of them said “Earth to Y/N” Hellllooooo. Are you in there?’ You shook your head, clearing your mind.
“Sorry. I got in my head for a while there.” you said, blushing a little.
“We noticed. Would the reason why start with Eddie and end with Munson.” Ali probed, having seen the last part of your interaction. It took everything in you not to blush more.
“No. Besides, we were just talking about music. Nothing too serious.” you say nonchalantly.
“Yeah but Eddie Munson doesn’t talk to just anyone. Sure he talks to his friends and his ‘clients’” Robin said, air quoting clients.
“Didn’t you say something similar last summer when you guys became friends with Steve Harrington?” you countered, pointing out the unorthodox friendship between them and the older boy, “Plus it’s not a big deal. He seems like a nice guy and he’s my peer editor for the rest of the year so it’s better we have a friendly demeanor as opposed to just not saying anything.”
“I’m just saying it’s cute is all. I can see the potential.” Ali said, hugging her books into her chest, shrugging her shoulders.
“Yeah Y/N, it’ll be good for you to put yourself out there again. Especially after–” Robin started to say before you cut her off.
“AH! AH! We do not speak his name. We swore never to speak his wretched name ever again after that night.” You say in a rush.
“Okay, okay. Calm down dude. When SLIMEBALL did The Thing. But girl, you deserve the world and as your best friends, it’s our job to ensure you get just that.” Ali finished.
“Speaking of, when are you finally gonna admit your feelings for Harrington?” you joke, poking Ali in the ribs.
“Oh fuck off. You already know I’m too shy and he will never see me like that.” Ali whined, leaning her head back in frustration.
‘Woman you have six kids together. He calls you Mom; you call him Dad. You’re basically married and skipped all the steps in between,” you exclaim laughing at the end.
“She’s got a point,” Robin pointed out.
“But you see the sea of women lined up for even a chance to date Steve Harrington. I don’t wanna become one of those girls.” Ali said.
“You won’t be because you know why? You’ve got us and we’re gonna make damn sure you have a kickass boyfriend by year's end.” Robin vowed
“I second this motion,” you agree.
“You guys are assholes,” Ali groaned as you exited the school.
“We know but you love us,” Robin said, scrunching her face up.
“Yeah yeah yeah. We gotta get to work otherwise Steve will blow a gasket working a double.” Ali said, sighing. You all nodded and said goodbyes, promising to talk tomorrow first thing before heading separate ways.
The drive home was unmemorable with the radio playing whatever mundane Top 40 song was popular. Your mind is occupied with the events of the day; mainly Eddie Munson, the boy in the Iron Maiden shirt, leather jacket and ripped jeans. The boy who seemed to see you and was interested in you for reasons other than your past. You got home and immediately were greeted by your dog Norm. He was the most loyal, protective and loving dog so you guys had named him after you and your mom’s favorite resident drunk on Cheers!
“Norm!” you exclaim like they did on the show, seeing as that’s how you had greeted him since he was a puppy. You pet him while he excitedly wagged his entire body along with his tail. Norm really was the light of your life.
“Let me get changed and we will go on our run okay boy?” you inquire, scratching behind his ears, earning a bark of approval. You bound up the stairs and change into some spandex shorts, a baggy t shirt and your running shoes. You walk over to your cassettes and grab your Ramones tape Road To Ruin, get it loaded in your walkman and head back down downstairs to get Norm’s leash. 
“Ready boy? Let’s go!” you say after you leashed him up, opening the door to let Norm out first with you on his tail locking the door behind you. Running usually cleared your head and kept you centered, at ease but today you kept thinking about that curly haired boy in sixth period.
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allthewritem0ves · 11 months
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A Real Mother
Guy Jr. came bounding downstairs, excited to see his grandparents. His sister and parents came down after him.
Guy opens the door.
“Nana! Pop-pop!” Junior hugs his grandmother first.
“Hey, Junior!” Karen pats his head.
“Hi, kiddo”, Robert greeted.
Karen then looks up at the others and smiles.
“Glad you came, Mom and Dad. We really needed you guys' help.”
Robert steps forward. “Anything to help, son.”
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After recapping the weekend to Robert and Karen, Michellee felt another wave of sadness wash over her. She rested her elbows on her knees and put her head in her hands.
This didn’t go unnoticed by her family. E.B. hugs her mom around her torso. Guy put his hand on her forearm.
“What’s wong, Mommy?”, her toddler son asked.
Off to the side, Robert and Karen had a silent exchange. Then the former stood up. “Hey, Guy? Kids? Why don’t you…come in the kitchen? Maybe we can…prepare a nice lunch for us”, he improvised.
“Uh…sure.” Guy stood up. “Come on, E.B., Junior.”
“Alright”, the teen sighed. She let go of Michellee, picked up her brother and went into the kitchen with Guy and Robert.
Karen scoots closer to her daughter-in-law, pulling her into a hug. Michellee weeps into her hands.
“Look at me, Michellee”, the older woman said softly.
Michellee shook her head slightly.
“Please, sweetie? I just wanna help.” Karen takes one of her hands, not caring if it was soaked in tears.
“You had it rough, sweetie. I know you did.” Her grip tightened somewhat. She pulls Michellee closer, her chin resting atop her head. “Rose may have been your mother, but she wasn’t your mommy.”
Michellee looks up at Karen. The older woman smiles at her.
“I love all my children, Michellee.”
“But aren’t I your daughter-in-law?”
“Yes, but that also makes you my daughter.” She punctuated her ultimatum with a big smile.
Michellee wipes her eyes as she smiles too.
“Mommy! Nana!”
The two ladies looked over at Junior.
“Food’s weady!”
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The family ate their lunch in the dining room: sandwiches cut into triangles and a pitcher of pink lemonade.
In the interim, small questions were asked.
“So…how’s Sam doing?”, Robert queried.
“Pretty good, Dad”, Guy answered. “Got himself a new stepdad, sister and is about to have a new niece or nephew soon.”
“Gee! Is that all?”
“Outside of planning his wedding, yeah.”
“Actually, Guy, wanna know something?”, Michellee butted in.
“What?”
“Melanie told me she and Jack are having a girl. But we can’t tell anyone else until she arrives, especially Sam.”
Then she got up and walked over to her easel in the living room. On it was mostly sketches of the McWinkles that were partially painted in: Jack smiling down on the left, Melanie standing off to the right, Terry being held in her arms as he also smiled at the baby, who was cradling in her father’s arms. So far she was the only one colored in and she apparently had her grandfather’s blue fur and her mother’s brown hair.
“Oh wow!”, Karen exclaimed.
E.B. gets up. “Aww! Is that her?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Does she have a name yet?”
“Mel didn’t tell me yet. I think she wants to surprise us all.”
E.B. nods.
Then Robert stands up. “Well, if it’s alright with Sam, we’d like to meet the baby when she gets here.”
“I mean, I’d ask him, but I have a feeling he won’t mind”, Guy answered. “By the way, have you two seen Molly?”
“Umm…only in pictures.”
“Then you gotta see her too. And Terry and Jenny and Grinch. My, you got a lot of catching up to do.”
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Just before leaving, Karen had one more thing to say to Michellee.
“Remember, sweetie, that if you ever need any help, just let me know, okay?”
“Yes, Karen.”
“Ah ah ah. Call me ‘mom’.”
Michellee smiled and chuckled. “Yes, Mom.”
And the two ladies hugged.
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Happy SO snaps — angry outburst, forgive me, going self indulgent again but with Blue? Since me and Blue have the same problem of people not taking us seriously cause we look younger than we are, I could see myself having a bad day and snapping
Self indulgence is encouraged here, and you know it! Here’s what happens if Blue doesn’t come rescue you from the Karen at work.
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You let the door slam shut behind you and kicked off your shoes, letting them land where they might.
Blue called from the kitchen. “Is that you, love? Sit down! I’ll be right there with you!”
You sat, but only because your feet were aching. Your mood simmered and bubbled. You could still hear that bitch shrieking at you, making demands, giving commands…
Blue bustled out carrying a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. “Hi, sweetie!” he said, setting both things down. “Did you have a good day?”
“No.” You couldn’t help the nasty snapping tone of the word. “No, as a matter of fact, I didn’t. I had a really, really shitty day, and you treating me like a kid who just came home from school isn’t helping. I don’t need milk and cookies. I’m not five. Just leave me alone!”
For a moment, Blue looked taken aback. You’d rarely snapped at him like this. You watched your husband’s face flicker with a range of emotions before he finally settled on a stiff and forced smile. “Okay,” he said, and he picked up the milk and cookies again. “I’ll put them in the kitchen for if you do want them later. And I’ll see you later.” He reached out for just a moment through your bond, sending a little trickle of love and comfort, and then walked away.
You slumped down into the couch cushions, feeling worse and worse. You didn’t even try to stop the tears.
A little while later, once you’d cried a really good cry, you went looking for Blue. You found him out in the backyard, weeding the flowers. He was pulling things up with a manic energy you hadn’t really seen in him before.
“Blue?” you said hesitantly, reaching out through your bond as much as with your voice.
He turned around and his eye lights turned into hearts. “Ray!” He dropped the dandelion he was holding and hurried over to you. “Are you feeling better now?”
You nodded. “I’m sorry, love,” you said. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
He closed the distance between you and wrapped his arms around you. “I know why you did,” he said. “You said you had a bad day. It’s okay. I didn’t mean to baby you. I just like to pamper you when you get home. But I don’t have to anymore, if you don’t like it.”
You leaned against him, relishing the feeling of his soul humming against your chest. “No,” you said. “I do like it, most days. I like having you to take care of me. I just…there was this lady at work today who just totally treated me like I was about four years old and stupid. She went on and on about how I didn’t know how to do my job, and I couldn’t read, and why didn’t I just go back to school…” You groaned. “You know how it is.”
Blue hummed agreement. “I hate when people do that,” he said. He held you for a few more minutes. Then the two of you headed inside and enjoyed the milk and cookies. You’d talk more about the argument later, and about how to handle bad days in the future. And, once Blue got a description of the nasty lady who had had it out with you, you had a good revenge plotting session as well.
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Steve And Holly (since nobody has every made a fanfic abt these two)
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The Wheeler Family were going to dinner but they didn’t want to bring Holly. Nancy had a person in mind that had experience with kids before. Steve! “Mom, Dad! I’m going to family video! And I’m bringing Holly.” Nancy shouted, leaving with Holly. “Okay sweetie! Don’t be out to late, Remember we have dinner!” Karen yelled from upstairs. A few minutes of driving and they were at family video. Nancy had burst through the door, making Steve jump a bit.
“Holy Shit! What the hell? Nancy?” Steve looked at Nancy, confused. “Hi Steve! Is it possible if you can babysit My sis-“ “No! The answer is no! It’s my break off and I’m not dealing with kids.” Steve interrupted her. Nancy pouted. “Cmon Steve! Holly won’t cause any trouble I promise you and plus my family is going out for dinner and need someone to babysit Holly.” Steve looked at Holly, giving in. Steve groaned. “Ughh. Fine, Just let me get in your car so I can take care of her at your home.”
A few more minutes of driving and when Nancy had gotten there, Her family was already leaving. “Well, looks like you guys have the house all to yourself.” Nancy stated, looking at the both of them. “Make sure not to burn the house down!” Nancy said while getting in her fathers car with Karen and Mike. “We won’t!” Steve said. They waved goodbye and Steve and Holly went into the house.
“So, Uhm? Kid, what do you wanna do?” Holly looked at Steve for a while before answering his question. “Can we watch TV?” Steve looked around for the remote, Until he found it, He grabbed it and flipped to the channels. “What do you want to watch?” Holly squinted at the TV, getting closer until her nose was touching the screen. “Woah, Be careful! Your going to go blind if you do that.” Steve dragged her back to the couch where the TV wasn’t really quite in her face. Holly pouted. “Actually, can we watch My little pony?” Steve flipped to the channel. “There you go.” Steve was a bit hungry and he sure Holly was too. “Holly want some pizza or anything?” Holly had to think hard about that question. But she answered pizza. “Okay, What toppings do you want?” Holly had to also think about that really hard. “Pineapple!” Steve looked at her in disgust. “What? What’s wrong with pineapple?” Holly noticed the face Steve made. “Something wrong? The hair?” “The hair? Who told you to name me that?!” Steve was shocked. “Oh my sister says that’s basically your name, are we going to order this pizza or not?”
Steve was still shocked on what Holly named him. A hour passes by, the pizza is delivered. Steve sets the pizza on the table that was in front of the TV. “We need to wait a bit, since I don’t want to get blamed for you getting burned. Got it?” Holly Nodded and had continued to watch her show. A few seconds gone by. “Alright Holly, We can eat now.” Holly smiled being exited to finally eat something other than the cereal she ate this morning. After they were finished they had decided to watch a movie. Steve checked his watch. “Listen Holly it’s almost time for bed.” Holly looked sad. “What’s wrong?” Steve looked at Holly being concerned.
“I have nightmares and they are really scary.” Steve had been there before. Steve sighed and told Holly “How about you sleep with me tonight? Hm?” Holly smiled then hugged Steve’s “Thank you! Uhm.. Mr Harrington?” Steve had laughed “Yknow you could just call me Steve right?” Holly smiled. “Thank you Steve!” After a bit while Holly was laying on Steve she had fallen asleep and so had Steve. When Nancy, Mike, Ted, And Karen came home they were surprised at the fact. “See mom, I told you he was good with kids.
(First time writing a story so let me know how I did!)
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July 18, 1983. (link on Ao3) part of LAFD weekly 911 Fox HenRen ab. 500 words. ep 6*06. memories and domestic fluff. I’m late, it’s English’s fault. 
The little girl was coloring her drawing with a fierce focus. It was almost done. There were a lot of details already, the Star-and-Stripes flag, the helmet, the complex life support system on the back of the little character. The space suit was shining white against the deep blue sky that covered almost all the paper, with tiny spots of silver everywhere.
In the background, the Sun and the planets of the solar system had been placed with careful accuracy, the big astronomy book she had received for her birthday still open on the table. She finished coloring the bottom corner of the sheet and leaned back, surveying her art work with a strict eye. Not bad, Mars was bright red, the Earth a soft blue and green. She had spent a lot of time on her Sun, not wanting it to look like a child’s representation, but like an actual ball of burning gas, active and majestic.
She grinned. It was maybe not her best one, but still worthy of a spot on the wall, above her bed.
Nana put down a glass of milk and a muffin on the table, among the colored pencils, and took a peak above her shoulder.
- “Such a nice one, Sweetie! Who is the astronaut?”
The little girl frowned. She had thought that the round brown face visible through the visor was obvious.
- “That's me, Nana! I am the astronaut!”
She maybe should add braids, but that would spoil the realism.
Nana kissed her hair.
- “Ah yes! Sorry, baby! Of course! But don't you think you will be lonely up there?”
At that, the answer was immediate. It was not the first time someone asked that kind of question, upon learning about her grown up plans, and she had taken some time to think about it. All the arguments about husband and marriage always seemed so dim against the brightness of Venus.
- “No, I won't! We can communicate pretty well through space, now, you know! I will be able to talk to you every day!”
In her memories, Nana’s smile was soft, and just a little bit sad.
Karen jumped when Hen sat down on the couch, putting the tea and muffin tray on the floor. There was no room anymore on the coffee table, covered with piles of books and magazines, and a big cardbox.
- “What are you doing?”
- "Sorting stuff…since I'm forbidden to move!”
Hen rolled her eyes at her wife's antics and looked inside the box.
- “Ah. Denny's treasure vault.”
The sheet of paper Karen was holding showed the drawing of foreign planet, with red soil, futuristic cities and small plants growing under glass domes, heavily inspired by video games and movies. In the middle, three figures in dark suits, two tall and one shorter, were looking at the horizon.
Hen kissed Karen's cheek.
- “Seems he has great expectations for the future.”
Karen brushed the colors with the tip of her fingers.
- “Yeah. I guess it runs in the family.”
LAFD Weekly :
6*01 : Per my report 6*02 : (trying to) Figure it out 6*03 : The Devil wears a familiar face 6*04 : Tough but fair 5*05 : DIY
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POV + Beware of Karen
.....Stan's perspective of Guybrush and Karen.
How did Stan let Threepwood talk him into this? Sure he’s done some admittedly impressive feats and has been the only pirate to ever outsmart Stan and on multiple occasions even.
But Stan has known Karen for years and he knows how ruthless she can be. He’s seen her belittle a pirate once so badly that he swore he actually saw the man physically shrink (though now that he thinks about it, Stan would not put it past Karen to start using voodoo.)
“So… how did you and Karen meet?” Threepwood asked
Stan winced at that as he responded, “I don’t want to talk about it."
To be perfectly honest, Stan would be the first to admit that he was her first sucker. Lured in by her sweet promises of partnership, double profits, and possible franchising.
“Why’d you divorce? Or is that too personal?”
That he was willing to explain, “We began to see each other as competition. And Karen is quite ruthless to anyone she sees as competition.”
He can still remember how she’d suddenly conveniently come up with a similar but better product, how she’d insult him right in front of customers, and all the other dirty tricks she’d use. Stan will admit that he is no saint but at least he had SOME standards.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a young woman screaming and running past him and Threepwood.
Even before he heard her voice, Stan could tell this was Karen’s work.
“You’ll thank me when you have to beat the men away with a club!”
“…It’s her.”
Well… it was now or never.
Along with Threepwood, Stan approached Karen.
“Karen.”
She looked over to him and immediately her smile dropped, “...Stan.”
It had been what? A few years since he last saw her? Honestly she hadn’t changed a bit. Still had that haircut and face still caked with make-up.
The two glared at each other until Threepwood stepped forward and tried to introduce himself.
Just as Stan expected, Karen couldn’t care less about the pirate and turned her attention back to him.
“You know Stan, I always said you couldn’t find better than me but wow you really dug rock bottom.”
Stan didn’t say anything, he knew all her tricks by now and he wasn’t going to indulge her with a response. Threepwood on the other hand was the perfect chump.
“Oh, oh no! Stan and I are just… acquaintances… who keep running into each other. I’m happily spoken for to the most beautiful ex-government official in the Caribbean.”
And there were the magic words, Stan barely had time to react when Karen grabbed Threepwood and started on her usual spiel about how he was obviously a bad husband and how her products were the only things that could ever fix this marriage- yada yada yada.
(He could also tell how thick Karen laid on the perfume if Threepwood’s wobbly stance was any indication. Like far more wobbly than usual.)
Stan didn’t take responsibility for most things (thank you contracts and liability clauses!) but he did feel responsible for leading Threepwood in Karen’s viper nest. Thus he quickly grabbed the pirate’s arm and pulled him away from her.
Karen crossed her arms as her annoyed expression came back. Here it comes…
“Hmph, I see you haven’t changed a bit, Stan. You just can’t stand the mere IDEA of someone buying something from someone other than you.”
Yes yes, it was always Stan’s fault, Karen is a perfect angel just trying to do her job. If he had a piece of eight for everytime she did this, Stan could comfortably retire and never work a day in his life again.
“This isn’t about sales and you know it, Karen.”
At that point, Threepwood pushed himself away from Stan and faced Karen.
“Listen, I just wanted to talk to you and clear up all… whatever this is!” Threepwood exclaimed as he pointed fingers at the both of them
At that, Karen began to laugh, by god did Stan NOT miss that laugh.
“Oh, sweetie, there is no fixing that mess. And that mess could also be in your future if you don’t…”
“I’m not buying anything!” Threepwood snapped, finally realizing what he was dealing with
“Oh… no wonder your marriage is on the rocks.”
“HEY! My marriage has survived curses, evil undead voodoo jerks, and my mother-in-law! I think it can survive not buying your stuff”
“See this is what she does! She lies and insults you every way to get you to buy from her!”
“Isn’t that what you do?”
Stan let out an offended gasp at Threepwood’s comment. He always treats his customers like they were kings and queens!
“Oh no no no. What I do is a little something called Cold Reading. A skill of the trade. All she does is push you down and down until you can’t take it anymore!”
“…Again, sounds like what you do.”
“I agree with Stan, how dare you compare my mercantile skills to this idiot who couldn’t sell a used ship to a pair of monkeys!”
OH IF SHE’S GOING TO BRING THAT UP…!
“AT LEAST I DON’T TEST MY WARES ON THE MONKEYS!”
Sometimes Stan is haunted by the image of monkeys in lipstick and eyeshadow. Again, he has some standards!
He saw a brief twitch in her eye, Stan couldn’t help but be proud over hitting that particular nerve.
“Still spreading those lies and slander are we? I think we’re done here, Stan. Leave now and if I see your face around here or worse yet, try to set up shop near me. I will have the Island authorities on you like flies on a zombie.”
“BUT! You’re at a marketplace! You can’t have someone arrested for running a business near you!” Shouted Threepwood
Karen smirked, “True but I can if this is what I tell them…”
Instantly Karen pulled out a handkerchief and started crying those fake tears that Stan was oh so familiar with.
“I-It’s my ex-husband, sir! He-he won’t leave me alone! I just want to run my business in peace but he just keeps harassing me!”
In an instant, the “oh woe is me” act was dropped and that smirk came back.
“Have I made myself clear? Now go on, shoo! You’re scaring off customers.”
It seemed that Threepwood finally realized that there was no way to win this fight so he turned around and Stan quickly followed suit.
“Hey! Goibersh!”
“…It’s Guybru-”
Quickly Threepwood caught a tube of lipstick that Karen tossed at him before it could hit him in the face.
“Consider this a free sample. And when your dear lady inevitably demands more, you’re free to come crawling back to me without Stan.”
With that, Karen went straight back to business, already finding some new sap.
As the two walked far far away, Three- Guybrush spoke up.
“Stan…”
“Yes Guybrush?”
“You can stay on the ship. THIS DOES NOT MAKE US FRIENDS! But I’d feel like a jerk if I just left you to her “mercy.””
Stan gave his usual award winning smile. Honestly he had come to Guybrush in desperation and had figured asking for his help was going to be a long shot. But… Well Guybrush was certainly different from other pirates.
“…Thanks. Maybe if we survive this, I’ll give you a ten percent discount on my next business venture.”
“ONLY TEN PERCENT!?”
Ugh… different but he sure is as ungrateful as other pirates.
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"Unlike those plebian OTHER fans™, I don't waste my time with those rrrrridiculous AUs, sinful fanfictions, and worthless MEEEEMEESS!! I actually ENGAGE with the work and ANALYZE its MESSAGES! The work is FARRR too serious for your childish nonsense!!!" *snort*
Hey Karen... Who the hell cares? Everyone engages with things differently, you can't just go around telling everyone that their way of enjoying something is wrong.
And don't act like the fans you're posting about are any weirder/out of the ordinary than any other fanbase. Because guess what sweetie? There's AUs, shipping, and general hornyness in EVERY fandom. Not just some of them, ALL of them. There's a reason why the phrase "if it exists there's a (insert thing here) of it" has been around for so long, because it's true. If you can handle things like ships, AUs, and horny fanfics, in fandoms centered around 100-year-old romance novels, horror movies, and musicals based off real people, surely you can buy that those things are enjoyed by people in the Squid Game fandom or whatever else is popular at the moment.
TL;DR Stop being a purist, Missus "Why does everyone think I'm snobby for telling them that they're way of experiencing things is below me?"
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shawnmendesbuddy · 2 years
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💡 Christmas Light Show💡 (Day 6 of 12 Days of Christmas Series)
Summary: Shawn, his family, and Y/N drive thru a Christmas Light Show
Warnings: Fluff
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💡 Christmas Light Show
“Aaliyah, your father, and I wanted to go to the Night of Lights down in Toronto. We’re wondering if you wanted to come.”
The Night of Lights was a Christmas tradition that the Mendes family went to every year. Shawn vividly remembers that being one of his favorite things to do around Christmas time. Shawn hadn’t gone to it last year because he was so busy with tour, but he was excited to be able to go this year. He couldn’t wait to sit on top of Manny’s car as they drove through the colorful light displays, Y/N sitting next to him, her head on his shoulder.
“Can Y/N come?” He shyly questioned. He knew his family loved her, but he didn’t know how they felt about her joining in on all their Christmas traditions. Y/N’s family lived in the States, so she couldn’t see them or do anything with them for Christmas. He could tell how much she wanted to see her family because she would talk about it every day. He always felt bad going over to his family’s house to watch a Christmas movie and not inviting her. He was just worried about making either party feel uncomfortable.
Karen chuckled on the other side of the line. “I think Aaliyah would kill me if I said she wasn’t joining us this year. She adores her, we all do. She’s always welcome to all our family things, I hope you know that, and she knows that.” Shawn smiled softly. That was all he wanted for Christmas; his girlfriend and his family to be together.
“Thanks, mom, love you.”
“Bye sweetie.”
He heard the phone line hang up and Brian shoved him lightly. “You’re so smitten bro, it’s insane. You’ve only known her for like a month and you’ve got it really bad. I mean, just listening to you write this song about her, the devotion. Gosh, I hope I find someone like her.”
Shawn glanced around the studio at all the other people nodding their heads at Brian’s statement. Shawn felt his cheeks turning red. “I don’t know how I got this lucky.” He paused thinking about Y/N and everything he loved about her. “Let’s finish this song, yeah?”
***
Shawn took Y/N out to dinner later that night because they hadn’t been on a date in a week, and they were craving some alone time together. They held hands on top of the table and Shawn stroked his thumb along the back of her hand.
“And then, my boss was like, ‘Y/N, this is one of the best written articles I have ever seen. You’re promoted. I want you to write all the front-page articles for our company!’ And I wanted to scream and shout and jump for joy, but I was still in the office, so I asked for a bathroom break, then I went outside, and I probably looked like a maniac to the people walking down the street, but it was one of the happiest moments of my life.”
Shawn was grinning from ear to ear, listening to his girl talk about her achievements in the work force. “Baby, I am so incredibly proud of you, that’s amazing! You’ve worked so hard for this, and I know you are the best fit person for the job!”
Y/N curled into herself, embarrassed that her boyfriend was giving her so much praise. She didn’t like to be in the spotlight all that much. “You really think so,” she cringed at how insecure she sounded.
He nodded his head, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing it, “I know so.”
***
The big, fluffy snow in the Toronto sky made Aaliyah jump up and down in her seat. She loved the snow, and she also loved the Night of Lights, especially because Y/N was sitting in the back of the car, next to her brother, as they waited in line. They had brought Manny’s truck because Shawn and Aaliyah’s weight had bent the roof of the car the last time they had come.
As soon as they had the go ahead from the workers, Shawn, Aaliyah, and Y/N jumped out of the car and into the bed of Manny’s truck. Shawn sat down in the far-left corner of the truck and beckoned Y/N to come sit in his lap. She slowly sat down, trying to be careful not to crush Shawn. She had never sat in his lap before, and she was a little nervous. She laid her head against his chest and shudder as she felt his breath on her neck.
“You cold babe?” He whispered.
“You two are gross,” Aaliyah said, as she sat down next to Shawn and was sticking her tongue out at him. He lightly pushed her, before giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek.
He wrapped a fluffy blanket around the three of them as they drove through the colorful lights. Sleigh Ride was the first song to come up and the lights danced around them to the song. Shawn patted Y/N’s thigh to the beat. She shot him a look before intertwining her hands with his.
“What?” He sounded so innocent, but he knew that it bugged the crap out of her when he patted her thigh to the beat of a song.
“Wow, Mendes. Very sneaky way to get me to hold your hand.”
He turned a light red before pointing at the light up reindeer above them. “Look, it’s Rudolph!”
“Shawn, we all have eyes that can see!” Aaliyah chuckled at her brother’s antics.
“You know, whenever you go outside, you’re nose looks as red as Rudolph’s. It’s adorable honestly,” Shawn whispered in her ear.
“Hmm, I’m glad that I’m being compared to a Reindeer,” she laughed along with him as he bopped her nose with his finger and then rubbed his nose against hers.
“You’re way cuter, I love you,” he gushed to her.
“I love you too.” She lay her head back down on his chest and in that moment, he had never felt more at home. Not with his parents, not with his sister, not in his condo, not even in his childhood home. Because Y/N felt like home to him, and the realization of that, stunned him for the rest of the light show. He watched the brilliant colors fly by, but he didn’t pay much attention to them, choosing to stare at the girl, his girl, sitting in his lap.
“You okay babe?” Y/N questioned when they had finally made it through the entire maze of lights.
His eyes were watery, and he could feel a tear about to fall, but he nodded his head. “I’ve never been better.” And that statement was the truest sentence he had ever told.
A/N: Thanks for reading this, sorry if it was kinda short. Day 7 comes out tomorrow!
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nataliedanovelist · 3 years
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GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?
This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”
For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...
(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”
Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.
“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”
Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.
Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.
“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”
“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”
“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”
“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.
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Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…
The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.
“Uncle Ford!”
The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”
“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”
“Uh… sure, but w-...”
“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.
Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”
Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”
A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”
“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”
“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”
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The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”
“Sixer, phone for you!”
Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”
“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.
Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.
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While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.
Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.
So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”
Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.
“Cool!”
Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.
“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.
“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”
“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.
“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.
“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”
“Won’t you ground us?”
The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.
Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”
“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.
“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”
“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.
“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.
“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”
“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”
And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.
Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”
Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”
“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”
Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”
Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.
Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.
The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.
“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”
“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”
“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”
“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”
While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.
“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”
“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”
“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”
Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door. 
“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.
His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”
Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.
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marvelslut16 · 3 years
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You’re my everything
Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader
Synopsis: You’ve been in love with your best friend Matt since you two were kids, and you finally get the guts to confess when you’re bleeding out. 
Word count: >1k (my shortest one yet)
Warnings: Angst. Blood. Mentions a gunshot wound. Mentions death. Poor writing. 
A/N: I’m on season 1 of Daredevil and I love Matt so much. So I wrote this quickly when I should have been taking notes on my first lecture of the semester. Enjoy. 
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You had known Matt since before the accident, you were by his side for everything. He even taught you how to read braille when he got his first books. You were the first person he told about his special abilities that came along with the accident. And you were the first person he told that he was Daredevil, you were the only one he trusted enough with the secret. Of course you were scared and a part of you wanted him to stop what he was doing, but you knew Matt’s good heart and you know he had to help as many people in whatever way he can. What neither Matt nor you expected was that someone he crossed as Daredevil would take their revenge out on you.
"Matty, it'll be okay, " you promise, voice coming out horace from the screaming you had just done when you were being jumped and later shot. 
"You're bleeding pretty bad, (Y/N/N)." It's the first time you're ever heard his voice shake, the gravel from the alley you’re laying in bites into your back and his knees as he rushes to be next to you. 
"It's okay," your voice unintentionally coming out a lot quieter. 
"No it's not, we need to get you to a hospital or something 
he's panicking, you can hear it. "I'll drop you and come back as myself." 
"Matty we won't make it,” you're surprised that no tears are slipping from your eyes, instead you're calm thinking about your impending death. “I won't make it." 
"Don't talk like that!" he clumsily reaches for your hands. "I cant - I can't lose you." 
"Matty, before I go," you cough and it gets harder to breathe. "I need to tell you something. I love you, Matthew Murdock. I always have.” 
"(Y/N)-" he starts off sadly, but he's cut off by your coughing. You reach your hand up to cover your mouth, and when you pull it away you notice the blood on it. You know Matt can smell the iron of the blood, your blood.
"I've got,” you cough again, this time choking on your blood. You spit out the blood, mindful of making sure that you don’t get your blood on Matt. “Got to go Matty”. 
“You can't leave me," he pleads desperately, guilt washes over your cold body as you realize that he’s going to lose yet another person he cares about. 
“You- you're my everything Matt," and with those final words you slip into darkness. The last thing you see is Matt's face, if you had to choose one last thing to look at you're glad it’s him, even if he’s wearing his mask.
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When you wake it's from the loud incessant beeps coming from your left. You groan and your eyes flutter open, the first thing they focus on is an older lady standing at the foot of your bed in teal scrubs. You attempt to speak but no voice comes out instead it's a broken and scratchy sound. She quickly pours you a glass of water from a pitcher beside your bed, after you 
take a sip - a sip that feels as if the dessert was finally getting rain after a years long drought- you try to speak again.
“Where am I?” your voice works properly this time, if not still a little scratchy.
You're in the hospital Sweetie," her voice is chipper- too chipper, but kind nonetheless. "You got shot and lost a lot of blood. But you've got yourself an amazing husband, he hasn't left your side these three days. I know my Henry wouldn't have stayed by my side for seventy two hours straight. She finishes checking your vitals before excusing herself from your room- leaving you  with your mystery husband. Now that you no longer have your nurse fussing over you you can get your first look over at him. Your mystery husband is sitting in an uncomfortable looking recliner to your right, and is none other than Matt. You smile softly at how relaxed his face looks when he's sleeping. Luckily he has no cuts on his face from his night job, the nurses would ask too many questions if he did.
“I can feel you staring,” Matt’s voice breaks the stillness of the room, the only other sound being the damn heart monitor. 
“Can’t I admire my loving husband?” you tease. His cheeks turn rosy and his ears turn the same shade of red as his glasses. “Why did Sue call you my husband?”
“I- uh,” Matt clears his throat. “I had to lie to come see you.”
“Well if I could choose my fake husband, I would definitely choose you,” you give him a small smile.
“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Matt scoots to the edge of his seat, grabbing your right hand firmly. 
“No we don’t, Matt,” you sigh trying to pull your hand from his. “I thought I was going to die, just forget what I said.”
“No!” his voice comes louder louder than he intended for such a confined and quiet space, you can tell by the way he flinches back once the word leaves his mouth. “I don’t want to forget. I love you too, (Y/N), so much. You’re my everything too.”
He starts to lean forward and you lean up, your lips meeting in the middle. His lips are chapped and you can tell that he’s been worrying his bottom lip these past three days. He confidently slips his tongue into your mouth and explores the foreign space, you moan lowly into his mouth which earns a chuckle from the doorway. You and Matt quickly pull away, Matt’s face turning a deep pink again, while you feel your neck heat in embarrassment. 
“Are we interrupting  something?” Foggy smirks leaning against the doorjamb, and Karen is behind him holding a get well soon balloon in the shape of a band aid.
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The reason why I always thought Will was "sweetie pie" and that the Wheelers don't know about El is because wouldn't they want to meet his girlfriend at least once before letting him fly across the country to stay with her for a week at FOURTEEN? Karen listened to the phone call but they've never talked about her outside of that "our son with a girl?" scene. That's just how I took that scene lol but like you I also wouldn't be mad if Ted really did mean El.
you’d think his parents would at least want to meet the girl their son is dating right? or at least talk about her once? ask mike about her? ask nancy about her? dustin? max? lucas? anyone? it’s literally never brought up, plus, i find it super weird his sweetiepie is in california along with the byers? what’s the story to that? it makes no sense. 🤷‍♀️
also i know ppl like to rag on ted but as much as he’s a typical 80s republican man, i mean i need y’all to REALLY look at ted. he’s not particularly opinionated tbh, he likes the government, but that’s sort of all we get. he’s not a great parent but he’s not horrible either. i find it hard to believe he’s someone that would care if mike was gay or disown him for it, especially since karen DEFINITELY doesn’t strike me as homophobic either. she’s not the best parent either but she definitely would love her kids no matter what.
in my head, it seems like ted has the mindset of a parent who just already suspects their kid is gay, he’s already been shown to say passive comments about it, i think ppl really need to understand we’re given dialogue about the homophobia will has faced and how we see mike face that bullying directed at will and we’re allowed to theorize that those things could imply ppl have already been making fun of mike and will together already and ted probably does too. which i also think could be somewhat subverting the trope of “boy and girl are just friends but ppl think they like each other/tease them about dating and they actually do end up liking each other even when they insist they dont” but make it gay
anyways yeah, i just overall don’t understand thinking the sweetiepie comment was about el/jane/mikes mysterious california gf
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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years
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massaging them , bandaging injury in healer draco / auror Harry one shot please thank you ❤️
This one is new!! Btw sorry for delaying it. Here ya go, hope you like it. @flakeyakey
Single healers
" come on, get him in here" although it was deafening. He was probably losing his senses, his eyes opening and closing, blurring his vision. He couldn't really see the speaker but unconsciously sensed the urgency in their voice.
" and you're sure he wasn't bitten ?" The same voice asked again. Harry tried very hard to open his eyes and see who it was, but exhaustion was pulling him under and he was ready to sleep. Long sleep.
His breath was cutting short, his vision blackening, he was relaxed finally until someone started to lightly pat his cheeks.
" keep breathing, potter... Don't you dare give up right now " and that was the last thing he heard, only getting a slight peek of someone oddly familiar and with a nod, harry closed his eyes.
It was really exhausting to be where harry was right now but all he did really felt was the uncomfortable pillow, hurting his neck. In attempts to fix his pillow, he tried to move his arm until he realised they weren't exactly in a spectacular shape and he grimaced with pain.
" welcome back sweetie" he heard a sweet voice. Okay, there isn't any woman at Harry's home, so he opened his eyes.
" ouch " harry immediately shielded his eyes because of the intense light
" shut that light Karen, it's hurting his visuals" Someone said as they must've shut the door behind him.
Once the light was turned off, harry relaxed and opened his eyes again.
" wow, this is definitely not home " harry groaned
" well not if your home is a hospital potter" the guy in the white coat said. Harry couldn't see whoever it was, mostly because his back was turned to harry but also because he was very much leaned over onto the table that you couldn't see anything but his white coat, his black pants and nice black shoes, shining, and if harry wasn't wrong they were vintage, oh!!
" so how do you feel ?" The guy finally turned around
" I knew it, only you say my name that way " harry fisted his palm in a small victory.
"yeah, yeah very great achievement potter, now how do you feel ?" He asked
" well, for one, I can't feel my ass because of this bed, second, my arm is really sore, third my pillow isn't put right so it definitely is craning my neck too much that it hurts. And lastly my question how did I wound up here ?" Harry goes
" Karen please do the honours of adjusting thy majesty's pillow or he'd cry over it" the other man said as he poured some liquid carefull in a vial.
" now, to answer your question, I am not even slightly interested in how you wound up here, all I know is that you are here and I have to take care of you. Next, the beds are a bit uncomfortable, you'll get used to it in a bit and if not, I'll cast a cushioning spell and lastly, can you tell me exactly where your arm feels most sore ? And do the honours of actually telling me how you feel ?" He said as he walked towards harry, analysing the morning reports he received.
" still keeping the I am a prat attitude Malfoy, suits you " harry rolled his eyes, pointing above his elbow on the dorsal side.
" well the sodding insolent prat attitude suits you too potter " draco rolled his eyes as he lightly dabbed Harry's arm recieving a flinch.
" there's no such external injury here so I think that's a bruise. Think massage would do it " draco frowned to himself
" I feel a little dizzy by the way. Also there's a portion on my neck that is itching quite badly, can I scratch ?" Harry asked innocently.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows before helping harry sit upright and taking a look at the point of his itch.
" those are deep scratches. So no you can't scratch Over. Karen I thought all wounds were cleaned up "
" I did. It must've been because it's on his back I might've missed it. I'm sorry " she hurriedly Apologized
" that wouldn't really qualify you as a healer would It, now, next time don't make the same mistakes. Ms. Adelman across the room needs you by the way " draco said as he dipped some cotton in antiseptic potion and cleansed Harry's wound.
" it's burns ? " Draco asked
" a little " harry grimaced.
" I think you got that from the werewolf " draco whispered as he carefully studied for any bites.
" when will I be free ?" Harry asked impatiently.
" well at this pace not for another two weeks" draco replied as he pushed down his reading glasses and kept the files over the side table.
" no way. I'm not staying for 2 weeks. That's 14 days off work, I can't do that. I'm in the Middle of an important case and-"
" okay save it potter. You have to stay for 2 weeks and it ends there. Your friend Weasley will come by and explain you everything but under my watch, even if you're free you're not allowed to work"
" and who gives you the right?" Harry rolled his eyes frustratingly
" me. As your healer, it is my responsibility to make sure that you only resume when you're wounds are all healed up " draco huffed, annoyed by Harry's childish behaviour to just break free.
" and you think I'd listen to you ?" Harry narrowed his eyes in a glare at Draco.
Draco clenched his jaw before closing his eyes and continuing speaking " you are not going anywhere and that is it, you get me! And if you do try to get away, I will tie you up with shackles without a wand. Now if you're a chain eater or something like that then you'd be successful to break free otherwise not "
" whatever " harry rolled his eyes, again. If draco had one pet peeve, it was people rolling their eyes necessarily on his face and potter seemed to have a death wish.
" look " draco pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed " you don't understand the severity of your injuries. I understand your passion for work and all but not at the risk of health. If you must know you were attacked by a werewolf, the problem however is that we're not sure if you were bitten or not.. it might've been someone who bit you before full moon, basically not a werewolf then but there is a possibility that you're not bitten, the more likely one -"
" but if there's a bite, you should be able to see right ?"
" yes and no. The evolution of werewolves is allowing them to leave very little traces of bites these days which of course does not benefit them nor potentially harm the one bitten. The real reason why we can't figure whether you're bitten or not is because your back Is covered in scratches and if you can't feel them it's because of the numbing potion. And we're done talking. Drink this up quietly"
Harry looked at Draco strangely for a moment before taking the vial from his hand and bottomed up " can I work from here ?"
" no " and draco walked out.
And then it became a thing, harry constantly asking if he could work and draco constantly denying and threatening him that this time he'd definitely put him in shackles. And by the by, interactions between them did get pretty interesting every once in a while when Draco used to check him up late at night before leaving from work.
And one of these days harry shoot his shot "you pretty much always leave late, come early and stay here all day, so I should by now just assume that you're single "
" not that it's any of your business potter " draco absent-mindedly replied as he changed the bandages on Harry's back.
" ha- you didn't deny it. So you are single " harry exclaimed
" sit still "
" sorry "
" why do you care if I date or not ? My personal life Potter " draco said as he changed the bandages on the bottom right of Harry's back, amused for a moment of what he saw something going under his pants. It seemed like a mark, he didn't question it.
"I don't. Just curious " harry shrugged.
" well dearest curious George, I must assume that you're single too since nobody special visited you " draco said as he got up and lightly massaged Harry's sore arm from before. Harry relaxed in his touch before he continued the conversation
" I don't do Dating. Even if I do date someone, it's never about us or the dating in itself, it's just mostly to get into witch weekly or daily prophet under the chosen one's new beau sort of thing "
Draco almost pitied harry for never having found something but decided not to, since he obviously didn't need the pity.
"that sucks " draco hummed " does it hurt still ?" He pressed a little more firmly over the spot
" not much anymore " harry replied " what's your not dating excuse ?"
Draco etched a small smile especially for harry before he told him the truth " it's a bitter world for me out there. I think it's the same as you, you know just the opposite end. It's almost as if i- I'm still a death Eater and people still hate me for that "
Harry pressed his lips in a thin line, never having thought of it. He always thought it must've been easy for Draco to find Someone, with being attractive and working somewhere you're basically helping people all day but it came as a mild shock as it was opposite.
" whoever ends up with would be one lucky person though " harry complimented just in time draco stopped massaging and picked up the vials to give to harry.
" really ? What makes you say that ?" Draco smiled
" because I know you'd do anything to keep that person in your life no matter the cost. And I've seen the good in you, you're not all bad " and with that harry gulped the vial, missing out draco's blushing.
" I think whoever ends up with you would be a lucky one too then " draco said as he finished up aligning the empty vial bottles on a tray to take them away.
" and why's that ?" Harry smiled
" because- it's just you. You're different and you're nice.. think you'd always keep them happy and safe if it were your life on stake. That's just you " draco complimented smiling at harry.
Not as capable as draco, harry turned pink from the compliment " that's nice of you "
Draco should not have been mesmerized but unfortunately he was and it should've been a mistake, but he liked it. And he knew harry enjoyed gazing at him too but the moment Only lasted so long and draco broke free before he could've lost control.
" I should go. Goodnight. Take care " and he left the room.
The next morning draco returned to his room, the first thing he saw was an empty bed until he harry walked in, shirtless.
" y- you can walk " draco said
" yeah. I can " harry smiled.
Gaining his composure back, Draco resumed " and you cleaned up nice, with all the Shaving "
" I figured I'll be leaving in 3 days so better get used to it again " harry replied
Draco stared at harry dumb folded " oh, right, yeah, 3 days "
" so " draco pouted " does it hurt anywhere? Need of change in bandages ? Or anything else?"
" no, I think I'm fine " harry placed his hand over his hips, frowning.
" well, alright then. I'll be going. I'll be checking in on you at the end of the day like a normal healer. Goodbye potter " and he practically ran before his heart might've fell out of his chest, metaphorically ofcourse.
The rest of the day draco got so busy that when the night came, he couldn't visit harry again even if he desperately wanted to but he was so exhausted that he could Barely walk and so by the recommendation of the work counsellor, he got sent off.
The first he did next day was visit harry, who to his surprise was sleeping. So like a normal healer, he checked his bottled of vial, his normal medicines and the bruises and left. When the night came, harry was swamped with his friends that draco couldn't had stayed for more than professional purpose. The next day again when he visited harry, he was tiredly sleeping. Defeated, draco worked all day until again at the end of the night he visited harry to see him sitting with all the files.
" working?" Draco asked as he place his files over the side table and started checking Harry's injuries, which were now almost healed.
" yeah. Filling in for what I missed while being here " harry sighed.
Draco scrunched his eyebrows looking at Harry he retrieved his hands and asked him " do you really enjoy your work though? Like putting your life on line and working immensely over something so exhausting ?"
" do you enjoy your work ?" Harry huffed
" I do. I very much do. It's tiring sometimes yes but I like what I do. It makes me feel nice About myself. Is it the same for you ?"
Harry huffed pushing away the files before Pouring our reality " to tell you the truth, I don't enjoy work. It was all fun in the beginning, the chase and run but now it just seems as if that's all I've been doing my whole life. Running after the bad guys but then that's exactly what everyone expects of me and I can't let them down. So I do exactly what I've been doing, the right thing "
Draco amusingly watched him, as if it was fun story, only it wasn't " my mom always used to say, much before anyone else's you're your own. There's no point in living your life the way people expects. I think they must've have had enough of that already. There's nothing new in the potter magazine you know, the chosen one after the bad guy. Life's too short for the same title harry "
" hey, you called me harry " harry pointed out grinning
" don't I deserve to at least call you by your name after taking care of your lame ass for 2 weeks " draco chuckled.
Harry chuckled " you deserve it, draco "
And draco smiled.
The next morning when harry was finally ready to depart with no ill effects or presence of lycanthropy, he waited until he see'd off draco..
" and I thought I'd almost miss your departure " draco heaved, breathing in harshly..
" nah, I wouldn't had let that happen " harry chuckled..
When Draco finally had his air back he leaned upright looking at harry " it was nice having you here "
" it was nice being here " harry smiled
" so, I guess, I'll see you around then ?" Draco asked awkwardly.
" right, yeah, of course " harry rambled.
" cool then " draco pressed his lips in a thin line, pushing his hands in his coat pocket.
" alright then. Bye " harry hesitated
" oh. Yeah..bye. see you again probably " draco replied
" yeah, might. Bye then "
" bye " and then finally harry stepped back one by one until he reached the door handle and turned around to walk out.
" fuck it " harry whispered under his breath and walked back to draco
" something wrong ?" Draco asked
" you. I don't care how stupid I might sound, but I like you, like I really really like you and I haven't felt his way for someone in a long time and I don't want to blow this away. So draco malfoy would you maybe want to go out with me someday even if I'm a complete insolent prat-"
" okay, yeah "draco grinned
" and I've got attitude problem and you possibly don't feel the same- wait- you said yes?" Harry rambled
" yep. I said yes " draco chuckled.
" oh. Then I'll definitely see you. Outside leaky cauldron, at 7 "
" you definitely will " draco smiled
" okay then" harry grinned as he started walking back again.
" okay "
" okay " harry bit his lip.
" I like you too by the way " draco chuckled
" I really have to go.. but it's good to know " harry chuckled..
" okay " and then harry finally left, after dancing in victory of course.
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