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jellycreamjammedart · 8 months
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i LOVE LOVE LOVE your idea of post-bad end cassie sticking around to try fixing everything and befriending the ruined robots SOB. Do you have any headcanons for them in this setting?
oh boi DO I (post-bad end brainrot post here)
M.X.E.S and Helpi are BOTH sassy little bitches. They bicker at each other over things a lot like two geeky nerds. Unfortunately Cassie has to watch them bickering be it through the vanni mask or the implant. Sometimes either one or both of them ramble over something code/technology based to Cassie, essentially making her their "debuggy ducky".
They collect the Freddy-talk to make sure the Mimic can't use it again to trick Cassie again or trick future victims so easily with it. Cassie also claims Gregory's forgotten Glam Freddy backpack for herself for better inventory (and maybe anything useful inside if there's anything.) Finder's keepers, bitch.
After finding a blue spray paint can (many cans are seen abandoned through, having been used for the graffiti stuff,) Cassie uses it to paint Prototype Glamrock Freddy's endo claws blue, to match his casing hands a little. It's not much but boy does that make him feel fabulous! She does the same for Roxy's claws after finding a green one.
They find an usable old stroller to carry Monty. He's lowkey embarrassed, but he certainly prefers this accommodation over having to drag and crawl himself everywhere.
On their quest to reactivate the security nodes they all also keep on the look out for anything that could be used to fix one of them a little bit (like a spare arm for Chica or spare eye(s) for Roxy, things to help them fix Bonnie, anything that could help any of them.)
Speaking of, Chica donated one of her eyes to Roxy. One eye is better than none.
All the robots are equipped with some medical knowledge in case they had an emergency with patrons back in the PizzaPlex glory, especially the Daycare Attendant/Eclipse. They all try to help patch Cassie up from injuries caused by the elevator drop.
The mini Music Men follow Cassie like ducklings. They're also great at finding any goods due to fitting through cramped nookies and crannies and locate things the others wouldn't be able to reach due to being bigger.
Helpi and M.X.E.S seeing that Monty shrine through Cassie's point of view: "IS THAT MONTY'S FUCKING LEGS-"
You can bet they stop for a bit to play the Chica's Feeding Frenzy and Monty's Gator Golf arcades. They either take turns or gather around Cassie to watch her play and cheer her on it. Listen they all went through a LOT, they NEED a little harmless reprieve!
Roxy, Monty and Chica definitely still hold resentment towards Gregory for what he did against them in the past. They're also even madder at him now on Cassie's behalf after learning he sent the elevator plummeting down with her inside and trapping her, an indignation the others also share because "wtf bro what kind of friend does that shit???" The Daycare Attendant is mostly salty because Gregory's a RULE-BREAKER and his ass is still BANNED.
By the way, it doesn't really matter whether it was the real Gregory who betrayed Cassie or the Mimic putting up an act again. As far as they're all concerned, it was the real Gregory.
They pick up and collect plushies that are still in good condition (except ones that are child nodes in M.X.E.S' security, those only get hidden better.) Prototype Glamrock Freddy loves tucking a few plushies into his hatch, they feel soft inside! A few also get put inside Monty's stroller with him.
Despite M.X.E.S' hostility at Cassie back at the beginning, after understanding better why she was doing what she was doing, and watching her trying her hardest and giving it her all to make things better, it learned to hold a huge respect for the girl. The one thing M.X.E.S and Helpi agree with despite their bickering.
M.X.E.S: You're such a sassy little shit! Helpi: Hey don't cuss! The kid can see it through the mask/implant! M.X.E.S: M.X.E.S: OH FUCK, I FORGOR! Helpi: YOU DID IT AGAIN-! Bonnie: Hey kiddo, you okay? Cassie: Huh? Roxy: Yeah, you looked spaced out. Cassie: Oh, yeah I'm okay. M.X.E.S. just said "fuck". The entire squad in the real world: HE WHAT-
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dreamingscenarioss · 1 year
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Can you imagine how great of an uncle figure to the Sully kids Tsu'tey could have been? Like he would have made a great mentor to Neteyam and Lo'ak in my opinion. I can also imagine him telling the kids stories about how he trained their dad. He would make sure to tell all the embarrassing things Jake did and would for sure mention all the times he failed at the beginning. But then he'd share how his opinion of their dad changed the very moment he returned to the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Just imagine the kids faces as he explains to them with Neytiri watching and then Jake listening from afar. And I can totally see him and Jake having a little conversation about Lo'ak. Tsu'tey would say that Lo'ak reminds him a lot of Jake or that he see a lot of Jake in Lo'ak. You know being stubborn, kind of reckless, and a smart ass but still very driven. I think Jake would respond in a rant explaining how that's exactly what he fears as a father. Lo'ak being like him. (Because of the situation they've been in ofc) It would've ended in a heart to heart talk with Tsu'tey reassuring Jake that things will be fine.
Also why do I see him and Tuk having a really strong bond. Like Tsu'tey would be Tuk's personal body guard 24/7. He'd carry her on his back everywhere they go and they'd have a code where she becomes his "tactical backpack" incase of emergencies, like getting revenge on her siblings when they're playing. (Tuk just pulls out a bunch of little rocks and throws them at the enemies aka Lo'ak and Spider while Tsu'tey chases after them) It would also be her idea of course and Tsu'tey would just never let her down or ever say no.
In short, Tsu'tey would've made a great supporting character if he had been kept alive in the first film.
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pedge-page · 2 months
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Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing
But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.
I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)
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Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).
Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:
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When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).
So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.
It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.
There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—
Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??
And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?
When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.
He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.
It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.
Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?
"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.
Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.
"Meet Ramses!"
He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."
"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.
It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.
"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.
You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.
Joel, please, lower your voice—"
"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"
"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."
"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—
"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"
Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.
A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.
"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.
But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.
"Why is it in my hoodie?"
"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"
The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—
"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."
"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.
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Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.
There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.
And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—
Oh my god.
"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"
You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"
"Mother?"
"MAYBE."
Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch.  "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."
"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively.  Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—
Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.
You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...
Not that you'd EVER tell him that.
"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."
"That's a little too far—"
"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."
He sighs in defeat.
Can't argue there.
so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.
All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.
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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife masterlist
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rowretro · 1 month
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The girl shot up as the loud blaring of her alarm entered her earholes. Fatigue was written all over her face as she kicked off the loud device. Another cold, boring Monday morning. Y/n groaned as she dragged her feet toward the restroom.
Not liking the idea of leaving her bed, her mind was still groggy as she splashed her face with water as a wake-up call. As she brushed her teeth, she had the recurring thought of bunking the first few lessons. She would've done so, she'd pepper her parents into calling the school saying she was sick.
But she didn't. Missing those lessons comes with a consequence. It wasn't the fact that she had to catch up on all those notes she'd have failed to take, nor was it because she loved school...
It was the thought of missing a day of Seeing Nishimura Riki... The boy she has a crush on, the one she is indeed in love with. Just the thought of him, replaced the faint fatigue as the girl got ready for school.
 . . .
As the weather seemed nice, the girl decided it would be perfect to walk to school for once. A typical Monday morning, however, the sun was somewhat visible today, though the clouds kind of dimmed its vibrant rays. In the surrounding dull, and presumably eerie-looking environment, Something, unusually vigorous caught her eye...
Just by the tall oak tree, where she'd often hang out with Sunghoon, in a dark corner, by the trash bags, laid an unusually pale corpse. The whole scene was covered in blinding neon tapes, police here and there, and sound pollution by the blaring sirens and loud people.
It was a horrid sight, the one day she chooses to walk to school, as if it's a warning, the corpse lies there. The body was unusually pale, its hands missing and its jaw was ripped wide open...
It was clearly the work of a psychopath... however, something very out of the ordinary caught her attention... the very, dangerously deep marks on the body's neck... presumably a bite... And the shocking of all, not a single trace of blood was found on or near the boy, even the clothes were clearly brand new...
Her deep, disturbed thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tug on her backpack, the girl screeched in shock as she stumbled back into a familiar embrace...
"We're going to be late tiny! why are you standing here?" Sunghoon asked as y/n frowned, seemingly startled as the boy finally noticed the horrifying scene before him. "Oh that's why..." The male trailed off as he dragged her away.
"Chop chop- if we're late- I'll make you clean my bedroom-" Sunghoon smirked as the girl grimaced "GROSS- U HAV UNDIES EVERYWHERE- AND PICS OF YOUR crUsH EVERYWHERE- CREEP-" y/n gagged as Sunghoon chuckled, playfully slapping her back.
"It's not creepy- it's love- and also my rooms a mess what do you expect?" The male shrugged "STOP DRAGGING YOUR FEET OR ELSE I WILL CARRY YOU TO SCHOOL TINY." Sunghoon yelled as y/n took her backpack off and teasingly hit him with it.
. . .
2 long, dreading hours passed as y/n slept through the majority of her first 2 lessons. The girl stretched her arms out, cracking her neck as she finally woke up, feeling a little energized, her brain automatically tuned out as she heard her teacher speak... until she heard a little sentence that sparked her interest.
"And for this project, I want you to work with the person beside you!" The teacher finished. Immediately, her head turned to the male beside her. He sighed to himself as he turned to the smiley y/n.
"What are we doing a project on? my brain automatically tunes out boring voices..." y/n trailed off. "You should've listened, you sleepy head" Riki coldly muttered as he eyed the girl.
"Meet me in the library at break time, I'll explain, I took brief notes if you want-" Riki grabbed his book as y/n kindly declined the book offer "No need... Library sounds sweet~" Y/n smirked, earning an eye-roll from the pretty boy
. . .
Their time in the library started off silent, not the awkward kind of silence, but quite the silence one needs to focus on. y/n’s chin rested upon her hand as she admired the male before her while he was lost in his own world of books and notes. His dark, exotic orbs scanned through the thin lines of black words.
the male somewhat bit at the outer skin of his lower lip, his hands delicately turning the pages slowly. And to top it off... Those moles, as if god splattered them over his face ever so perfectly, were something to die for.
On the spur of a moment, his pretty eyes pierced through her love-struck ones the way Cupid's arrow pierced through her heart. The boy immediately knew she was checking her out, as he noticed how the girl seemed dazed, her lips slightly parted "It's not nice to stare you know" his deep yet dreamy voice cut the silence between the 2.
"What? Not nice to stare at pretty words?" y/n asked as she nervously turned to a random book she grabbed, making sure the book covered her plush pinkened cheeks from his view. A tiny smile made its way on his lips at the girl's little acts "I never knew you could read upside down-" Riki snickered to himself, as Y/n’s eyes doubled in size, she felt extremely stupid.
"y-yeah I can- whatever- now about the project???" Y/n asked, completely changing the subject "We basically need to study the psychological effects left behind on a human, after either, childhood experiences, drug usage, genetics, etc, and compare some criminological theories, just find a few criminals and study them really-" Riki explained, the smile was long gone.
Riki turned back to his book, as Y/n opened her mouth to say something, the slightly empty book cupboard suddenly shook slightly vigorously.
"Riki-" "Shh-" "But Riki-" "Shut up!" the boy snapped seeing the cupboard lose its balance Y/n tried to pull him away but it was too late…
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ignoremeimnothere · 1 year
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Baby's First Day of School
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There were kids and cars everywhere. The first day of term for Wilmslow Nursery was always a busy one. It had been a hectic morning, what initially was meant to be a quick snuggle session had quickly turned into a snooze. The lovely calm morning you had planned was a distant memory as a hectic rush resulted in your son having to eat his toast half awake in the back seat whilst you and Matty opted for long puffer jackets to hide your pyjamas. 
The drive was not long, it would have been a walk if everything had gone to plan. Somehow a space became available and Matty sped straight into it. You went through your mental list: Coat? Check. School Bag? Check. Packed lunch? Check. Excited child? You turned your head to see your baby with eyes full of tears. 
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Matty snapped his head around at the sound of sniffles. 
“Darling” Matty grabbed his hand struggling to find the words. When it came to his son he couldn't bear to see him upset. 
The car remained silent for a moment. You knew that going into a class with strangers for a few hours was something your shy and timid boy would find hard. You also knew that he warmed up to people fast and would love someone to play Legos all day with. It would only be for a few hours and he really needed to spend time with people his own age. 
“Listen baby, you’re gonna have so much fun today. They’ve got tons of toys and games and look!” You pointed to a small boy walking past with a spider man backpack. 
Matty gasped trying to help you build excitement “Woah! Spiderman!” 
Your son strained out of his car seat a little to take a peak. He quickly turned his head back to you both. You and Matty smiled back, despite the lumps growing in both of your throats. Getting out and jumping in the back you started to unbuckle your sad boy. He’d never really left either of your sides before, aside from staying at Denise’s or Adam’s. Since he’d come into the world the three of you had settled into your farmhouse. 
You realised you were secluding him and knew that the longer he went without leaving your side the harder it would be on him when Matty eventually went back on tour. Separation anxiety was something he already struggled with. You’d secured him a place at your local nursery. Matty took some convincing at first, wanting nothing more than to stay in his little home with his little family. But the decision was made, it was time to start letting your son out into the world so he could start becoming more independent. 
You watched Matty kiss those chubby cheeks before an idea popped into your head. You reached into the front, opening the glove box. 
“Ah HA!’ You grabbed the rabbit hat that Matty had stuffed in there yesterday when you’d driven home from your Sunday Walk. 
 “How's this, can you look after daddy’s favourite hat for him?” 
Tiny hands grabbed the hat from you, instantly bringing it to his face to self soothe with the scent.
“Now you know this hat means alot to me, so you’ve got to really look after it for me. Me and Mummy will come back in two hours to pick it up”
‘Pick you up” you laughed carrying the happier boy out of the car placing him on your hip. “Silly daddy," you whispered, earning a small giggle. 
Matty joined you walking the short distance to the nursery’s entrance. The rush had died down a bit whilst you had been in the car. One of the teachers had come outside to greet you, she quickly introduced herself before taking your son's hand to lead him inside. You and Matty kissed each of his cheeks. 
“We’ll be seeing you soon” Matty’s voice croaked, losing the battle slightly.
“Bye Mummy, Bye Daddy” It was quiet but you both heard it. He looked back as he entered the door. 
“Bye George” You called. Matty was full on crying now. He waved a hand whilst looking behind. 
When the door closed you turned to your husband laughing slightly before letting your own tears fall. You threw an arm around each other before strolling back to the car where you stayed put until it was finally home time.
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camels-pen · 11 months
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livin' two lives is a little weird
Summary:
Sam and Tucker had no manners. No manners at all.
Danny couldn't really argue with the outcome though.
based on @ectoblastfromthepast's prompt "Everyone knows Danny is Phantom. But they don't know about his *other* double life."
Ao3 Link | Haunted Harry series
“Do I have to do this?”
“Nope.”
“Wait, really?”
“You don’t have to do anything.” Ember grinned. “But if you chicken out and don’t go through with this, I’ll tell Plasmius who really dyed his cats hot pink.”
Danny groaned.
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“Hey guys, wanna listen to”—she pulled out a CD in a blank case from her bag—“the new Haunted Harry song?”
“What? There’s a new one?”
“Yup, he debuted it at his last concert.” She flipped the case around. The back had Wilted Willows written in scribbly black sharpie.
“Man, I shoulda been there for that,” Tucker grumbled. “Being grounded blows.”
“Shouldn’t have gotten caught sneaking out last time then.”
“I wouldn’t have if you actually brought your rope ladder with you when you came to pick me up.”
“I thought you had it handled.” Sam rolled her eyes. “And who just brings a rope ladder with them everywhere they go?”
Tucker nudged the front of her backpack with his shoe. “You carry a bat in your bag all the time.”
“Yeah, but I need that.”
“For what?”
“Stuff.”
It was Tucker’s turn to roll his eyes. “Very descriptive and not suspicious at all.”
“You know, you’re getting angry with the wrong person.” She bumped shoulders with Danny. “If he’d agreed to show up, he could’ve just flown you to the venue without anyone noticing.”
“I told you guys, I was busy.” Danny walked a little ahead of them, carefully not looking at the CD still in Sam’s hand. “And I’ve heard the guy’s songs. They’re not that great.”
“‘Not that great’? He’s better than Ember!” Tucker yelled.
“Tucker, she mind controlled you.”
“That’s why he’s better!” Tucker pointed at him. “And why you should come to his next show! You’ll love it, D!” 
He looked to Sam for help, but she shook her head. “Harry’s music is really good and his genre is the kind you’d love.”
Danny groaned. “I’ll think about it, okay? But don’t get your hopes up.”
“Here,”—Sam held out the CD to him—“I’ve already listened to this album a dozen times. You can borrow it for a while. I know you’re gonna love it.”
Danny held up his hands. “I really don’t need—”
“I insist.”
“Seriously, I’d rather not—”
Sam shoved it into his chest. “Just take it.”
“Oh, do you hear that?” Danny put a hand to his ear. Sam furrowed her brows. “Sounds like a ghost attack somewhere far far away. I better get going, see ya!” He ducked behind Tucker, transformed and flew off. 
In the distance he heard Tucker say, “Ember’s songs still slap by the way!”
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“Hey, y’know? I think I’m starting to like this.”
“Told ya, you would!”
“No, you said ‘it’ll be funny watching you flail around’ and ‘I hope your voice cracks when you’re on stage’.”
“That’s basically the same thing.”
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“...thought I heard Ember back here,” someone’s faint voice drifted down through the vents. It was slightly distorted by the metal and the echoing, but it was familiar in some way.
Danny wasn’t really focused on that though. He was more wondering what kind of “fans” managed to A) realize Ember was helping out with setting up the stage for the show, and B) were so desperate to meet her that they were crawling through the vents.
“Oh can it, you just want to meet Haunted Harry,” another voice said.
“You can’t prove anything.” 
Well, that was. Mildly better. 
Danny turned invisible in his spot at the vanity. There, now he could just wait for them to show up, find nothing, and eventually leave. Hopefully Ember wouldn’t come back to check on him for a while.
The familiar bickering started to get a bit louder and Danny started to realize just who the people were that were arguing in the vents.
He wanted to say he expected better of them, but he couldn’t deny that he’d probably do the same.
“How are we supposed to get through this?”
“Move up, I’ll kick it open.”
Danny watched with no small amount of amusement as there was a loud bang and Sam and Tucker fell through the grate in a heap. 
“Ugh, why’d the floor have to be concrete.” Tucker groaned. 
“Get off.” Sam shoved Tucker off her. “Hurry up and look around, someone might’ve heard us.”
The two practically ransacked Danny’s dressing room. Did they not care about the stuff they’d leave behind for people to clean up? Danny was ashamed of them and not just because it was his dressing room they were messing around with, nor because he’d eventually have to clean up himself. He was just plain ashamed.
They really need to learn some manners.
“Who said that?” Sam asked. Fuck, did he say that out loud?
“Uhh, no one,” he answered, purposefully making his voice deeper.
Sam pulled out the bat from her bag—and of course it was the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick; he really needed to tell Jazz not to lend that out so frequently—and poised herself right in front of the vanity, her gaze a little too far up and to the right of him. “Alright, you can come out quietly or I can swing until I hit ectoplasm.”
“Wait, wait!” Danny turned himself visible and waved his hands. “Chill, it’s just me!” 
“Wh—Danny? Why are you—?” Tucker gasped. “You’re Haunted Harry?!” Oh fuck, he forgot he was still wearing his getup.
Danny gave a nervous laugh. “What? Me? No. I was just, uh, looking for Ember! Same as you guys.” Haha nailed it. Secondary secret identity saved.
“Then why the hell are you wearing Haunted Harry’s costume?” Sam asked. “And wearing the exact makeup he does?”
Fuck. Uhhh. “I’m undercover.”
“Why would you need to be undercover?”
Danny crossed his arms. “How else would I get back here to look for Ember?”
“Ghost powers!” Sam and Tucker shouted, with Sam staring at him unimpressed while Tucker pulled at his short hair.
“You guys are losing it. I mean, what does Haunted Harry even look like?” Wait, no. That’s not what he meant to say. “How do you know I’m wearing the exact thing he does? I heard he changes costumes all the time.” Yeah yeah. That should throw them off. 
“Which is true except you’re wearing his original costume!” Tucker grabbed the lapels of Danny’s jacket and shook him. “The one no one’s been able to replicate properly!” 
Shit. Had no one been able to figure out how to make an entire outfit glow yet? Shit shit shit. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He did his best attempt at looking confused and pitying. “Didn’t you say he’s only been around a few months? Give the fans and dedicated cosplayers a little more faith, Tuck.” The boy looked a bit put out at Danny’s words and mumbled something about having plenty of faith, but not enough glow in the dark paint. Danny patted his shoulder in sympathy.
Okay, perfect. He could still get out of this scot-free. Just one more person to convince.
“Sam—”
“You’re not convincing me otherwise, Danny.”
“It’s not ‘convincing’ if I’m totally telling the truth!”
Sam counted off on her fingers. “The sparkly white jacket. The long black tie. The fingerless gloves. Not to mention your killer eye shadow.” She crossed her arms. “You’re definitely Haunted Harry.”
“And you didn’t tell us! Us!” Tucker said, incensed as he got over his grumbling about cosplays. “Your best friends in the whole world who love your music and would literally die to meet you!”
“Yeah. Dick move, Danny,” Sam said, dumping several bottles of dark coloured nail polish into her bag as if Danny wasn’t looking straight at her. “We would’ve been supportive—”
“We woulda been so supportive! I mean, you’ve been doing this for, what? A few months? And you’re popular, but not that popular.” Tucker ranted, pacing around the room. “I coulda been your number 1 hype man! I coulda sold a bunch of backstage passes and autographed CDs to get us rich! I coulda—”
Danny slapped a hand over Tucker’s mouth. “Stop yelling at me. I only did this because I was blackmailed!”
Sam narrowed her eyes. “You were blackmailed into ‘impersonating’ a popular popstar?”
“No, I just had to—”
“Perform one song I wrote in under an hour in exchange for me keeping quiet on certain things he’s been getting up to in his spare time.” An unnaturally warm arm wrapped around his shoulders. “Ain’t that right, Dipstick?”
Fuck.
“So, it’s true?!” they both asked, sparkles in his eyes. 
“You weren’t even sure? After all that?”
Tucker shrugged. “The lights are really bright on stage and it’s not like we’ve seen Haunted Harry up close before.” Sam nodded her agreement.
Danny groaned loudly.
“So,”—Sam raised her brows—“How long have you really been doing this?”
“It was going to be just one show.” Danny dragged a hand down his face. “I honestly didn’t think it would go this long.”
“Kid took a real shine to it!” Ember said, laughing. “I was hoping to embarrass him, but instead I got myself a mentee!”
“Mentee…?” Tucker asked skeptically.
“Oh yeah, Harry here has been a real treat to train.” She ruffled his hair. Man, he just gelled that into place. “I’ve shown him a whole bunch of things and he’s been soaking up things like a sponge!”
Sam grabbed Danny’s shoulder and pulled him behind her and Tucker, who had brought out a Fenton Ecto-Gun out of nowhere. She readied her bat. “Alright, well it stops now.”
“What? Why?” Ember and Danny both asked.
“We know what you’re up to, Ember, and it’s not gonna work.” Tucker nudged Danny towards the door, whispering, “Don’t worry dude, we got it handled. You get out of here before her music mojo starts affecting you again.”
“You think she’s controlling me?” Danny asked, baffled. “To sing at a cafe every Thursday evening?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Guys, no. Ember’s not—”
“We can talk about it later when we’re far away from her.” Sam tightened her hand on the bat. “That isn’t going to be a problem, is it?” 
Ember watched them, an easy smile on her face. “Not at all, if you two want to drag your boyfriend away for a checkup, be my guest. He’s done for the night anyway.”
“Wh—But the encore!” Danny whined.
“I’ll cover you.” Danny pouted. “Oh, buck up. They’ll all be here next week. And it’ll give them something to talk about in the meantime.” She framed her hands in the air. “‘Up and coming popstar disappears before encore; seen running off with a boy and girl’ sounds like a pretty good headline to catch more attention for your shows, don’t you think?”
Danny felt a flush creep up his neck and he could see Sam and Tucker similarly suffering. “We’re not—I mean, like, it’s kinda complicated—and they don’t really—”
“A-Again, something to talk about later and not here,” Sam said pointedly. 
Tucker agreed, his shoulders up to his ears. “Yeah, uh, because I got a few things to say. Especially about—Oof.” Sam elbowed him in the gut. “Right, yeah, later.”
---
So, they left the venue. 
And, they talked on Sam’s huge bed. 
It was mostly Tucker and Sam realizing they were waiting for the other to ask Danny out and then both commiserating with each other when neither of them could do it. 
Danny was pretty stunned. 
“Why don’t we all just date each other?”
So now he was stunned with a boyfriend and girlfriend.
It would be pretty great if they didn’t still insist Ember was controlling him.
“The Danny I know would never be that good at asking people out.”
“Tuck, Ember was the one who started this whole conversation.”
“Exactly. She’s up to something.”
Danny sighed. “Sam, please. You’ve seen me under her control. You know I’d be more hopelessly lovesick than this.”
Sam hummed. “You have a point.” She lightly kicked his shin. “You really like singing, then? And she’s really been helping you?”
Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m as surprised as you are. But when I got on stage for the first time—I don’t know, something just clicked.”
Tucker smiled. “Well, as long as you’re happy.”
“I am. I really am.” He felt a dopey grin spread on his face. “Almost as happy as I am that I’ve got two new partners now.” He felt a giddiness in his chest and covered his quickly warming face with a little squeal. “Holy fuck I am so fucking happy, I could kiss you guys.”
“Well?” 
He peeked out of his hands at Sam. “Well what?”
“What’s stopping you?”
He felt his face get infinitely warmer. “You can’t just say that!”
“Sure I can. If you’re too shy to go first though… Tucker?” Time seemed to slow as Danny watched Sam peck Tucker on the lips. Tucker was stiff as a board and She was beet red. “S-See? Nothing to it.”
“You’re blushing.”
“We’re all blushing.”
“And you guys are beautiful! I could watch you do that all day. Actually, I’d much rather do that instead of embarrassing myself, please continue.”
Tucker and Sam shared a look and they tackled Danny to the bed, littering his face with kisses. He sputtered and his arms flailed around for a moment before his nerves started to flutter away, carried by his laughter.
Once he’d really relaxed into the mattress, they stopped for a moment and shared another look, one that brought a deeper blush to both of their faces. 
He wasn’t quite sure what they were doing, still trying to catch his breath and giggling a bit, but it was very evident the moment Sam bent down for a more lingering kiss, her chapped lips pressed right on top of his own. 
He hardly had time to kiss back before Tucker took his turn, with lips a little more pursed, a little stiff.
It was perfect.
“I think I’ve been blessed by the Ancients,” Danny said, a warm, floaty feeling in his chest.
“Yeah,” Tucker said dreamily, his head in his hands.
Sam herself had a big smile on her face before it slipped away. “Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes. “What if the music Ember writes for you makes you mind control other people?”
Danny and Tucker both groaned. “Sam.”
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mythical-illustrator · 4 months
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My friend! You know I adore Helena and Fox so can I asked for 2, 7, 20, and 35 from the relationship ask?
I love those two, I was gonna say you have no idea but I think you do and thats why you sent me the ask ;)
so
2: First date.
It takes Fox and Helena way to long to go on a real date but predating might as well have been dates - it invlolved a lot of coffee lol. But when they clear the air and all the secrets are out in the open, they FINALLY go on a proper date.
The other guards have rearanged their schedule to heck and back so they could make sure the marshal commander got his dang date, Helena as made sure all her of her work was done and did a light patrol before hand.
There is a nice resturant that Fox found, and was able to get a table out- He asked Helena's aunt for advice and she helped him a lot becuase Clones aren't always welcomed everywhere. They sit down, order. Fox is wearing his nice dress uniform, Helena is wearing a proper shirt, clean pants. No oil stains.
Their food comes- Armered bank car robbery goes right by. They stare at each other, their food then the window and gapping people before Fox's com goes off. Its a very appologetic Thorn. The two of them sigh and spring to action, Thorn is pulling up with Fox's kit and Helnea changes in alley way.
There date ends with them crawlling up to a high building and sharing caf, bruised and a little beat up and just watching the sunset together.
7: What do they aruge about.
Helenas role as Spider-Woman.
Before they started dating Helena wasn't that well known to the upper levels and was a urabn legand in the lowers. The security police force "Knew" about her and warned the clones but the Senete doesn't know about her, the Jedi doesn't know about her and the rich people of upper coursant don't know about her.
Fox worries as she helps more and mroe people that she'll attracht the wrong attention and he'll be ordered to investiage her or worse, arrest her.
He doesn't want to have to choose between her and his brothers. Being A marshal commander, obeying orders, its what keeps his brothers safe.
He won't ever ask her to stop, its a part of her like being a solider is a part of him. But he does try to help her as much as possible, give her as many tools as he can so she never gets caught by the wrong sort of attetnion.
His greatest fear is being ordered to arrest her by the Channcler. Thats not an order he can ingore, bot because he choose to, but he wouldn't remember it till he was already acting upon it.
20: Whare are they like sharing a bed?
So fox is a star fish when he has the space to spread out. the safer he feels, the deeper his sleep is, I'm talking head back, open mouth doorl.
Helena is a limpet octipus. She will cling, to pillows or another warm body if they're near.
It took Fox a minute to get use her clingy ways, especally with Super stregth. But evenntally, they get use to each other and end up almost all tangled up with Helena treating herself like his own personal backpack. She says he runs warm and she can turn all her senses off when shes around him.
It takes Fox longer, and he use to just stay away and listen to her breth, but eventually he breathing lulled him to sleep and he could geta full nights rest with her around.
35: What Moment did they realize they were in love.
Unfourtinily for Fox, Helena realized she was in Love with him in the middle of being Spider-Woman. She had been working with him for a bit now, in and out of the suite. She thought him serious but carrying and new he loved his brothers more than anything. He had a surprinsingly dry sense of humor and had made her laugh more than once.
But when fighting crime, he took that job very seriously. And he was a skill fighter. They were chasing after some bounty Hunter and she went to go swing by and help him when She watched Fox hand the controls of his speeder to THorn, throw himself off into imcoming traffic and then land on their escaping prisoner. She watch him deck, daze, then taze the hunter before restling control of the speeder away from him and bring it saftely to a stop.
She almost swung into a building.
For Fox its watching her feed his brothers. She brings up coffee sure but he looked up one day and realized not only did she bring him caf, she brought all of the Command squad caf too, taylored to their own prefrences and home cooked goods, laughing and joking with each of them and knowning their names and personilties. She makes a joke with Hound, hands grizzler a treat and then turns and holds out a cup of caf to him and he realizes hes in love with this nat-born woman.
Only Thorn is a whistnessed to the pol-axed face of realization on his vod's face
he's defintly not going to let his vod run away from his feelings.
Thank you for the ask friend, I loved asking these you have no idea. Thank you for indulging my strange crossover.
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dysfunctional, angsty el-mike-will fic because i really wanted to write from a byler-aware el’s pov
PART I : EL
The first time she killed the demogorgon, all the way back in ‘83, El thought it was over. The flashing lights sending shadows rippling over Mike’s face, the fear in his eyes as she turned toward the monster, the sound of its screech unfolding around her like Papa calling her name. 
She thought she was gone. But there wasn’t any fear in her, not like there was when she was alone in the lab, not like there was when she hurt Lucas, sent him flying across the junkyard. She was not the monster; she was the sacrifice. She was the protector. Enough, she’d said. No more. She wonders now, three years later in the cold white-walled hospital, how different everything would be if she really had died. Would Max still be alive? Would Mike still be cold to Will? Would Hopper be okay, with just Joyce? She knows it is morbid, but with Max asleep and Mike angry and Will far-away in his head, El feels alone. A small part of her wonders if that is how it was always supposed to be.
She shifts in the waiting room chair, cold leather sticking to her legs. She is waiting for Steve, who is on his way to pick her up. He told her he would be here at four-one-five. Four fifteen. El has been watching the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand tick past three, then four, then five. He is late. 
“Those chairs suck, don’t they?” 
El looks up at the sound of his voice, sees him rushing over to her, looking frazzled. 
|  frazzled: adjective. showing the effects of exhaustion or strain.  | 
“They are not that bad,” El lies, but she still takes Steve’s hand when he offers to help her up. “Where were you?”
He rubs a hand along the back of his neck, apologetic. Guilty. Before Max, El only knew how guilty felt. Now she knows how it looks: shifting eyes, strained smile, weighed-down shoulders. She sees it in Lucas and she sees it in the mirror, every day. 
And now, in Steve.
“Sorry, I was…” he shakes his head, like he’s clearing a thought away. Meets her eyes. “I was helping Little Wheeler with something. He needed some advice.”
El quirks an eyebrow at him. “About Will?”
Steve blanches, blinking a little like he’s Dustin working out a physics problem. “Uh— What do you mean, kiddo?”
He sounds cautious. Careful. El rolls her eyes, feels a small smile tug at her lips. Steve is so oblivious. 
“You really think I haven’t figured it out? I am not stupid. I have seen them together, the way Mike looks at him. I—,”
Steve’s eyes go wide-wide, and El wishes she had Jonathan’s camera. 
“Listen, kid, I swore an oath. Of secrecy.” He shakes his head like he’s clearing a fog. “Doesn’t matter. C’mon, it’s late. I told the others I’d have you back by six today. The Chief’ll kill me if we’re a second later, we both know that.”
He means the cabin. Where El and  Hopper and the rest of the Party have been staying on a “rotational basis,” ever since the rifts opened. That means Mike and Nancy stay over on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Dustin and Lucas stay over on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weekends are spent at the hospital or Hawkins Middle, volunteering. Hopper and Joyce meet up with Murray to strategize every Sunday night, which means El needs to be picked up from the hospital by someone else— sometimes Jonathan, sometimes Nancy, but mostly Steve. He has a car and the most free time out of all of them with everything that is going on.
El did not know Steve very well before all of this— the apocalypse, the Party is calling it, even though Hopper and Joyce don’t like it when they do. Anyway, whatever it is has changed everything, because now El and Steve are friends. Kind of. 
When they get on the road, Steve pulls a mixtape out of the backpack he carries everywhere. It is a Cyndi Lauper mix that he stole from Robin, and El is not allowed, under any circumstances, to tell her or anyone— Dustin included— that he has it, or her ass is grass. They listen to it every time Steve drives her home. 
“Hurry up, Steve!” El says as he shoves it in the tape-player, and he laughs. The opening synth lines of ‘When You Were Mine’ shake through the car, and Steve rolls down the windows and whoops into the night air, and for a split-second the hot pain lodged behind El’s ribs melts. 
“I know, that you're goin' with another guy; I don't care, 'cause I love you baby that's no lie,” Cyndi croons, and El giggles out the words with her as Steve pitches his voice up comically. He sounds like a dying goose. 
“Steve, eyes on the road!” El shrieks when he closes his eyes to belt the chorus. He snaps to attention, turning the music down against her protests. 
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, laughing. “Got carried away.”
El rolls her eyes, grinning. Things settle down then, the car going quiet and still as the sky darkens outside. Hawkins is pretty at night, El thinks, no matter what Jonathan says. The sky goes all gray-purple, like Will’s watercolors, and sometimes if she’s lucky, the moon follows them home. Tonight, though, it’s hidden behind the clouds— they are looming and dark, worse than the day the gates opened up. 
El turns away from the window.
By the time they make it back to the cabin, the sky is ink-black outside. Nancy’s car is parked on the dirt path a ways away. Steve rolls up beside it and parks just as the front door of the cabin swings open and El’s dad steps out onto the porch.
“You’re late,” Hopper says gruffly to Steve, shading his eyes against their headlights. 
El hops out of the passenger’s seat and bounds across the space between them, pulling him into a one-armed hug. He smells like coffee and pine needles. There is a permanent furrow in his brow. 
“We were listening to music,” El says by way of greeting. “Got carried away.”
Steve runs a hand through his hair, a gesture El has come to understand is a nervous tic. “Sorry, Chief. You know how the kid gets about Cyndi Lauper. Not that I— I don’t listen to that crap, but… anyway. It won’t happen again.”
Hopper raises his eyebrows. Steve smiles sheepishly. El looks between them. 
“What’s for dinner?” she asks. 
Inside, Joyce is making burrito bowls for everyone— canned beans and tomatoes, pre-packaged rice, things they stocked up on the week after everything went off the rails. They scavenged enough to last them a solid five months, at least according to Jonathan. The Byers family knows how to ration; El learned when they first moved to California. Even though Joyce had a nice new job, they were very careful about saving food. Back then, though, the food was less bland. Now it is an endless rotation of canned vegetables, rice, and “non-perishable” fruit in jars. Pantry staples, Will called them when they explored the remnants of the Quick-Mart on this side of town. 
|  remnants: plural noun. a small remaining quantity of something; a surviving trace.  |
Now, El looks around at the remnants of the people of Hawkins: Joyce, handing dinner plates to Will and Mike; Jonathan, pulling out a chair at the table for Nancy; Hopper and Steve, trailing into the kitchen. Robin and Argyle and Murray will be here soon with the rest of the Party— they’ve been volunteering all day. A calm spills over her as she looks at her friends. Her family. The surviving trace. 
“El, hey,” Will says over the chatter, waving her over. He and Mike are seated at the kitchen table across from Jonathan and Nancy. “Mom’s got a plate for you in the kitchen. How was— how are you?”
There. It’s there again, behind her ribs: the ache. Max’s absence is punching a hole through her, and it’s growing every day. 
El swallows. “The hospital was fine. It was the same. Max is still asleep.”
Mike isn’t looking at her. He pushes his rice around his plate, and the fork makes a screeching sound. El’s hands twitch to cover her ears, but she keeps them at her sides. 
“Well, she will soon,” Will says, his voice quiet but firm. El meets his eyes and is surprised at the fire in them. “I promise, we’re going to fix this, El.”
El feels her expression soften. She knows Will is just trying to help, trying to “boost morale” like Hopper wants them to do, but things have never been this bad before, this broken. And it’s all because of her. 
“Will… we don’t know anything for certain anymore,” she says. 
He sighs, blinking fast, and Mike clears his throat and looks up at El for the first time since she got home. 
“Well, would it hurt to at least try for some optimism? Moping around isn’t going to change anything, El.”
His voice is flat. El steps back, feels her power wake up like a cat arching its back. 
Before she can respond, though, Jonathan slams his glass down on the table beside her. “Don’t start, Mike.”
“Why are you pissed at me? I’m just trying to help!” Mike says incredulously, swinging a hand out in outrage. He knocks Will’s glass over, and water floods the table. “Shit!”
“I’ll get the napkins,” Nancy sighs, and Jonathan shakes his head and follows her. El can hear Joyce and Hopper talking in tense whispers in the kitchen, oblivious.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Will,” Mike is saying, trying to mop up the water on his shirt. Will is sitting rigidly, like if he breathes the wrong way Mike will run from the table. 
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Will says, his voice tight. Mike recoils like he’s been slapped, dropping his hands from Will’s shirt, and there’s a beat of heavy silence. El stares hard at the water spreading over the placemats on the table. 
“I… El, look at me.”
El meets Mike’s eyes and wishes she hadn’t. He looks the same as he always has, so genuine. Earnest. His face is wide-open with guilt. 
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” He breathes in, shakes his head at himself. “I just hate seeing you so defeated. I guess I just got angry about it, for a second. But that was no excuse to lash out. And I’m sorry.”
They broke up three weeks ago in the hospital parking lot. It was anticlimactic. El guesses that for Mike, though, the wound has not scabbed over yet. He is looking at her like she is a broken toy, and it makes something in her snap. 
“I don’t care, Mike,” El tells him, even as his eyes widen in shock and a hot flash of guilt grips her. “I don’t have the time to care about your feelings right now.”
It’s the first true thing she has said to him since they ended things. Her voice is not her own, though. It is heavy and hardened by malice. 
|  malice: noun. the intention or desire to cause harm; ill will. |
Mike’s eyes are wet with frustration. Beside him, Will has tensed up; he is staring at El like she is a bomb that’s about to go off. 
Well, she is not. El is not a weapon, not anymore. If she was, Max would be awake right now.  “Enjoy your dinner. I am going to bed early.”
She turns to leave.
“We didn’t kill her, El,” Mike says in a hard voice, and she stops in her tracks as the full weight of the guilt hits her— Max lying cold and still like a broken doll, Lucas’s shoulders shaking with the grief of it, I’m not ready I’m not ready I’m not ready—
Mike keeps talking. 
“I know you think that’s what happened, but it’s not true. There’s nothing either of us could have done—,” 
“Hey,” Hopper cuts in, heading towards them with a wary expression. Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, and Steve follow him, identical worried expressions on their faces. “Everybody just needs to take a breath.”
“It’s fine,” Mike tells Hopper, still staring at her. “El. It’s not our fault.”
“But we did kill her, Mike,” El says, because he needs to hear it. The rest of the group has fallen scarily silent, but she doesn’t care— can’t. She needs him to hear her, for once. 
“You distracted me. With a lie. You don’t love me, because you never have.”
Mike opens his mouth to retort, but El rolls her shoulders back and says, “No. Let me finish.”
It’s wrong, she knows it is, but El is tired and wounded and wants Mike to feel it. Wants him to understand; this is their punishment. 
“You have never loved me,” El says, her voice a hard, cutting thing, “because you can’t. No matter how hard you try, you can not do it.”
Mike’s chair scrapes hard against the kitchen floor when he stands. He’s breathing wrong, too short and fast like he’s run a mile. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
El risks a glance at Will. His eyes are wide and confused, glued on Mike. 
“I said take a breath,” Hop presses, holding his hands out like one of the hostage negotiators in El’s old movies. Mike flips him off, even though he’s shaking, and that does it.
El glares at him, and it takes everything in her to tamp down the twist of power in her chest, crackling like a hungry fire. 
“It means exactly what you think it means. Come apologize to me when you are done lying.”
El pushes past a wide-eyed Nancy, ignoring the feeling of Will’s stare boring into her. She heads down the hall to her old room, throwing a hand out to shut the door. It slams satisfyingly, rattling the frame. Her breath is coming in short, ragged pants, Max’s bloody face bright on the backs of her eyelids. The room tilts. 
Someone is knocking on the door, frenzied. “El! El, come on, open the door,” Will pleads. “I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”
“You didn’t—,” El starts, but she can’t breathe right and it comes out shallow. She reaches a hand out and grasps at nothing, sinking down onto her bed. Max in the hospital bed like a broken baby bird, the sound of Lucas’s screams, the whole of Hawkins swallowed up all because she couldn’t concentrate. “You didn’t do anything.”
“El, the door’s locked,” Will says. He sounds like he is crying, El realizes dimly. “Please let me in.” 
El breathes in deep, tries to hold it— Joyce taught her this on the cold bathroom counter their first night in Lenora Hills. She’d had a nightmare. Hopper, torn apart in the mall. In for four, hold for four, out for six. 
In, hold, out. In, hold, out. 
The knocking stops, and El hears Will slide down to sit on the floor outside her room. A beat of quiet stretches before he speaks again.
“I’m not leaving you. Mom and Hopper are talking to Mike. You’re not in trouble, nobody is.”
El lets out a shaky breath. When she opens her eyes, the room is still and quiet. 
“I need to be alone, Will.”
He sighs, a sound she knows too well. 
“Well, I don’t want you to be.”
El gets up and moves towards the door, but instead of opening it, she sits down with her back against it like Will has on the other side. She can hear him sniffling, and a pang of guilt courses through her. 
“I am sorry I ruined the night,” El says quietly. 
“No, no, you didn’t ruin anything,” Will rushes out, sounding painfully sad. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? We’re all struggling, El. All of us. You’re not alone.”
She sticks a finger under the crack in the door. Will pokes it with his thumb, and El smiles to herself. Back in Lenora Hills, they spent more than one sleepless night in El’s room, coloring with Will’s best set of pastels and “shooting the shit.” She has missed him horribly, ever since the lab. Part of her is hurt that he didn’t feel important enough to talk to her in her trance, but she figures it all happened so fast he didn’t have time to think much about it. 
Nobody did.
“Mike’s trying his best, y’know,” Will says softly. There’s a warmth in his voice that El does not hear often. Some of her hurt loosens, but the image of Max’s glassy eyes flashes in her mind, and she knows she can not forgive him. Not yet. 
“I know,” she says back. “But arguing with me won’t bring her back. He is wasting his time. Our time.”
“El,” Will sighs, at a loss. He has never been able to accept disharmony in their group. 
| disharmony: adjective. a lack of agreement; conflict; division. |
“I will forgive him when we bring Max back,” El says. “But until then, try to get him to give me space. I don’t want to hurt him, Will, but I… can not be around him without doing it.”
“Okay,” Will says. His voice is quiet, scratchy like his throat hurts. “And El?”
“Yes?”
He clears his throat. El pictures him blinking fast, like he does when he’s nervous after he gets called on in class. 
“What did you mean, earlier? When you said… Mike ‘can’t’ love you?”
El sighs. She can not tell Will the truth, as much as she wants to. She heard things in Lenora, bad things about Stacy Ellis and Maria Davenport— that they’d been caught kissing beneath the bleachers and been suspended. That they were ‘sick’ for it. She thinks it must be the same for boys— that love between them is seen as wrong, somehow. El doesn’t understand why, but she knows it’s supposed to be secret if you feel that way. Sometimes, she guesses, lying can protect you.
And as mad as she is at Mike, she has to protect him. She knows Will wouldn’t care— quite the opposite, if her suspicions about them are true— but it would be like… if Will told Mike that El still wets the bed sometimes. Just mean, wrong. Not her place. 
“I was… lashing out,” she says carefully. “I just meant that I am not… the right person for him. I am not who he really wants.”
Will seems to go still. El hears his breath hitch.
“How could you—? El, of course you are,” he says, sounding pained. “What have the last three years meant, then, if you’re not… if you’re not each others’ soulmates?”
“Will,” El says, “I was confused. We both were. Mike has said the same thing to you, hasn’t he?”
A pause. 
“Yeah,” Will sighs, suddenly sounding very tired. “Yeah, but… he was just insecure. You guys will work it out.”
He does not understand. Something deep in El’s chest twists painfully, and she leans her head back against the door.
“Maybe,” El says. “But maybe not.”
She taps on the door, their secret code for when one of them has had a nightmare and cannot sleep in their room alone: short-short-long-short. Will echoes it back to her, and for a moment, everything feels half-normal again.
“I gotta go find him,” Will says. He clears his throat again. “Call me if you need anything, though, okay? I mean it.”
El feels a ghost of a smile float across her face. Her sweet brother. She hopes they make it out of this so she can see him happy. So they can all be happy. Will and El and Max and Lucas and Dustin and Mike, all together where they belong. “Alright. Love you, Will.”
“Love you, too.”
And then the floorboards creak with the sound of Will leaving, and El is alone. 
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purpleofluck · 1 year
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What if...
Random ideas mainly centered around takemichi (bc he is my baby girl) that I hope to write a one shot of or short chapters work about later on (idk when lmao)
▪︎Takemichi, a complex-level puzzle designer (on etsy), needs a roommate but is super paranoid after watching too many crime shows and listening to unsolved mysteries podcast. Puts the most ridiculous, off-putting ad.
Only one answers.
Pairing: NahoyaxTake
▪︎Takemichi as an eldritch being of deep, deep sea. Loves taste of human males. Occasionally comes close to land/beach. By chance meets Emma. Two bond. Monsterf*cking definitely involved 😋
Pairing: TakexEmmaxTake (Takemichi is technically genderless but morphs both human genders (occasionally mixing it up aka futanari or bussy😉)) might add draken idk
▪︎secret hard-core fanfic writer, especially of fluff and smut. Takemichi sees "romance" everywhere. Ships drakenxemma so hard - their number #1 fan (and secretly writes about them with different names and genre). Always internally screaming/squealing/cheering everytime he sees what he consider romance pairings, even strangers aren't safe. Lot of internal monologing. Learns to translate English for his fanfic and other fellow fanfic writers- his one best grade in school lol. Misses a few gang meetings bc of deadlines.
Pairing: either fuyutake or taijutake (I swear it makes sense in my brain, idk how to explain why though lmao)
▪︎Takemichi gets a surprise baby brother (thanks to missing, nameless dad plot hole). He's about 16/17 whereas rest of tomen are in their mid 20s. In a series of event Tk becomes sugar baby to support his baby (bro).
Pairing: AllTake
▪︎BNHAxTR crossover. Set in dawn of quirks, all out world wars/civil wars - very apocalyptic, dystopian. Tk in apocalyptic outfit (gasmask, scarfs, thick jacket, cargo pants, hiking backpack, a gun holster on his thigh for his handmade glock, and carries an AR in hand as he travels). He does have power related to time. I'm thinking similar to Eri from BNHA (he's a great great grandaddy? Maybe). Maybe he has horns or something to indicate he is using his powers (quirk). His power (quirk) would be like a remote: fast forward, pause or stop, and rewind. Very powerful but requires touch of all five fingers and enough power in stock (horn) to use. He helps other powered people especially kids (that are abandoned or being hunted down by military or hate groups). Unites many who want freedom from hate groups, creepy scientists, and militarization government.
pairing(s): undecided half tempted AfOxTake or maybe 1st OfAxTake, maybe some one-sided from TR boys and girls lol
▪︎og timeline takemichi somehow becomes responsible for caring for a reborn!Ace d. Portagus. Follows them as they become family with random gangsters flirting with an oblivious Takemichi, much to Ace’s displeasure. Good thing he found an iron plumbing pipe to bash heads in.
Pairing: mix bag, probably allTake
▪︎ instead of timetraveling power, Takemichi can heal but takes the same amount of pain in return (not physical of it, like bleeding.)
Pairing: bajitake
▪︎takemichi gets possessed by a dead woman looking for her lover to say a proper goodbye. Not a constant possession and it took him awhile to figure out he was possessed. The dead woman, in disbelief, finally wrote a note and taped it to his face (she needs help since she can't fully possess for long period of times). He (after a major freakout) helps her with the search. In return she makes decent meals bc she firmly believes even idiots can't live off on convenience food. Tk friends/gang notice the strangeness and eerie feeling they get from him (her)
Pairing: muchotake? Probably a little to out there maybe shintake?
▪︎ a/b/o with full animal shifting. Predator/prey society. Similar vibes to Zootopia with anti-predator sentiments. Takemichi is a Predadator Omega (pred. O are stronger than prey A). His Very Sad Backstory: his dam (a wolf, Japanese native) was murdered in a hate crime, his sire (from Canada, wolverine) went mad with grief and killed her mate's killers then died of a broken heart. He becomes an activist (while internally battling with antiprey thoughts - he doesn't want to be a hateful person but he is extremely reserved around prey and their mob mentality).
-I was thinking maybe he has a few pups already (different sires lol), since most predators don't settle down and he took after his sire as a wolverine who don't typically mate with just one. His sire was atypical in that respect.
-Tomen are all domestic cats with few being wild cats (hakkai and the twins). Domestic animal shifters (cats and dogs) tend be looked down on by both prey/predator
-The pups are probably reborned ASL brothers 😂
This idea might expand into several chapters 🤔
Pairing: Undecided
That's all for now probably more later lol
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vangoggles · 2 years
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in my last post i included sketches of my partner's and my wanderhome characters and one with all of the forgotten gods our party members carry with them, listed below:
in the backpack Peat wears, there is a large chest of drawers; each of five drawers contains miniature transient shrines for the following deities:
Furtive, a god of dust bunnies and cobwebs. I envision em as a literal dust bunny, and in our campaign, Mawar is actually the one who originally found "Furt" in an abandoned farm house and brought em to Peat to shelter. Er presence is silent but comforting.
Lilt, a god of a tossed-aside creature. I envision her as an empty cicada shell, and because she is so fragile and delicate, Peat treats her very preciously and "hosts" her in a cushioned box with a glass window when she is inside her shrine. Her presence is reserved but caring.
Ravel, a god of tangled yarn. I envision it as a tattered little crocheted/knitted ragdoll in the likeness of a puppy, that was lost by a child long ago. That child's lifelong wistful hope of reunion gave Ravel the divine power of loyalty born of love, as its first devotee. Its presence is patient and full of mirth.
Woad, a god of a mossy boulder. I envision him as a mossy rock carved into the shape of a toad. He was originally a stone that was vaguely toad-shaped, until someone happened upon him and decided to take the time and chisel out just enough detail to definitively represent a toad. He was kept by different artists over the years, each one chiseling a personal touch of detail that refined Woad into a sacred relic. By the time of our journey, Woad had been lost to the ages, half-buried in dirt and moss until the humble farmer Peat unearthed the stone while tilling the edges of his field. It was then Peat realised that once you stop and listen, you learn that there are little holy things everywhere, that once meant everything to someone. Woad's presence is wise and stable.
A nameless, ancient god seeking refuge. I envision it as a prehistoric-looking turban shell that contains a hermit crab. Since animals are the people in this game, and bugs (and fish?) are the animals, I feel like crustaceans toe that line in a fun and almost cryptid, alien way. Peat came across the shell during his first visit to a port town, when he stopped by the harbour to listen to the waves and overheard a mysterious and urgent murmur. Its presence is frightened and wild.
my partner's character Mawar is the Fool, and one of the elements the playbook for that class outlines is:
Cedie, a small and forgotten god who has decided to accompany Mawar on her journeys. I'll have to ask my partner more about the specific details here, but we envision that Cedie represents childlike wonder and creativity, so the form that the god inhabits is a clay rattle in the shape of a Hercules beetle, since rattles are some of the oldest known toys and the ancient Greeks made some excellent animal shaped rattles. Here's lookin' at you, pig.
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wvntersoldicr-a · 2 years
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but i remember everything. 
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where: queens, new york city. subject: bucky barnes & the bionic arm.  therapist notes: closed off, think he’s starting to trust me, has said more words than the past couple of weeks, previously talked about the blip, last week began talking about his arm but didn’t elaborate and jumped when our time was up, won’t push but it’s worth trying to get into. likes to hold onto something during our sessions and carries a specific backpack and water bottle with him everywhere. today there is no gloves he’s wearing. 
“Before our session ended last week you had started to talk about your arm. I was wondering if you wanted to pick up where we left off on that,” His new therapist, in his eyes, is a good one. Older than his last one by any means with more life experience, and if he can pretend for a moment that he’s not older than her it makes it bearable for him to trust her. 
Her office is bright, with a view of Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge in the distance, and he’s been twiddling with the string of one of the pillows for a while now. 
“Fine,” He says, sighing, looking up at her, watching the way she doesn’t immediately reach for her pen, but she just listens, her palms resting on the arm rests, her body language says that she’s open and ready to listen, her smile is polite, her head tilted ever so slightly. 
“I think it’s safe to say that I have a strange relationship with my arm,” he looks down at it, flexing and unflexing his left arm and hand, opening his palm and closing it. He swears that sometimes, he can feel something more in it, something that’s real. 
“And why is that?” she prompts, it’s what she does. Allows himself to talk more about it instead of forcing him to. He appreciates it even if most days he finds it incredibly annoying to be known in any kind of way. 
“I don’t know,” he does know, he had just gotten used to saying I don’t know to avoid and divert the conversation. “It caused so much destruction and pain, but it kept me alive. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”
“You can’t help what happened,” she says. 
“I know. That doesn’t make it go away.” 
“The guilt?” 
“Yeah,” Bucky says, looking down at the ground, “Yeah, the guilt.” 
He’s quiet for a moment, he can hear the sound of the clock ticking, hear the feet shuffling outside of the door, there’s laughter, someone is talking about cookies, and if he listens really closely he can hear a siren in the background. He looks out the window, looks at the bridge from afar, he doesn’t stare at her as he says this. 
“I remember everything.” His right hand is buried underneath him, the one hand that he can hide, the one hand that can blend in with the rest of the world. “Even when I think I forgot it comes back in small little flashes. It used to be I couldn't distinguish if it was real or not but I figured that it was when I tried everything to make it go away in my head but the images never really leave. it just kind of exists there, like a ghost, and i just have to let it. And then I look down at the arm and the ghost of everything is quite literally a limb—it’s just a part of me. He's a part of me—”
“Who?” 
“The Winter Soldier.”
“I thought you let him go,” She says, reading down at her notes at what he’s said previously in sessions. 
He looks at her now, “I don’t think that I can.” 
He doesn’t know how to tell her that it’s the longest relationship that he’s had; he has been a part of him for so long, he doesn’t know how to tell her that he doesn’t know how to let that part of him go. It’s like his arm, his good one, it’s just a part of him. How do you depart with the part of you that was you for the longest time? How do you let it go without feeling loss?
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heavenlyhoundoom · 9 days
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Blood Brothers.(part 20) This part is basically a huge Beastars reference. Warning: Metions of risky magazines.
(Leo takes Moondrop to his dining room and poors Moondrop some strawberry juice.)
Leo: I can sense that you're getting hungry, so gulp that juice down before your bloodlust kicks in.
(Moondrop quickly drinks the strawberry juice.)
Moondrop: I have a few questions, Leo.
Leo: And I have a few questions for you, Moondrop.
Moondrop: Like what?
Leo: For starters...(pulls out a camera and takes a picture of Moondrop) When was the last time you consumed a mortal's blood?
Moondrop: I never did!
Leo: Well, when a vampire collapses like that, it usually means they've recently consumed a mortal's blood. The odds are nine to one.
(Moondrop starts feeling guilty and avoids eye contact.)
Moondrop: I almost did...
Leo: Let me guess, was it this Blossom that Sundrop told me about?
Moondrop: Sundrop told you!?
Leo: He sure did.
Moondrop: Why!?
Leo: Because he's worried about both you and the mortal you're obsessed with.
Moondrop: (grumble) Of course...
(Moondrop calms down.)
Moondrop: If you're a vampire rehabilitator, then why are you never seen in the village?
Leo: It's technically more of a sanctuary, but the reason is while the others deal with vampires who are either passing by, fighting bloodlust, or in a bloodlust state, but still haven't drank blood, I deal with vampires who have already given into their bloodlust, and those vampires are much more dangerous.
Moondrop: What happens to vampires who give into their bloodlust?
Leo: I'm glad you asked.
(Leo shows Moondrop a wall covered in photos of vampires consumed by bloodlust.)
Leo: This is what happens to vampires who let their bloodlust consume them, most become evil, some vampires go completely feral, other vampires end up hating themselves so much that they commit suicide, one vampire ended up drinking a mortal to death because she thought she loved him so much.
Moondrop: And, how do you rehabilitate the vampires you deal with?
Leo: What do you think I'm doing now, just some red produce and counseling.
Moondrop: (defensive) I am not a patient!
Leo: That's the first thing all my patients say.
Moondrop: I'm different, I can control my bloodlust!
Leo: And that's the second thing they all say.
Moondrop: What do you know about my situation, I'm just in love, and I will confess to her!
(Leo slams his hands onto the table.)
Leo: Shut up, you little prick, you think you know everything when in reality, you're just barking like a god damn chihuahua, Listen to the words of the professional!(points to himself)
(Moondrop calms down and gets back to his seat.)
Leo: What you have inside you are vampiric instincts disguised as romantic feelings. It's the worst of them all. You may think you simply want a meaningful relationship with Blossom, but that's just what you're reasoning's telling you. It's camouflage for your true desire to brutally devour every drop of her blood, killing her in the process, you still have time to prevent it, you need to sever all your ties with Blossom before it's too late!
Moondrop: You're no better than Hierophant...
Leo: What do you mean I'm no better then someone who literally wants and tries to stake vampires to extiction!?
Moondrop: You may not hunt us anymore, but you used to, and even after you supposedly realized that vampires can be more than savage blood suckers, you still seem to believe that all vampires are the same in nature, not to mention that even though you claim to want to help vampires rather than simply kill them, you still seem to believe that you need to carry around a stake sword everywhere.
(Leo looks at the stake sword that was poorly hidden in his backpack.)
Moondrop: Yeah, don't think I didn't notice that during this entire conversation, you two both seem to be hateful towards us vampires, but at least Hierophant is up and front about his hatred towards vampires, rather than hiding behind a mask of care!
Leo: (defensive) You vampires are just asking for trouble, you get all pissy over nothing and label everything as love!
Moondrop: Anyway, everyone at the village is probably wondering where I am, so can I go now?
Leo: (Sigh) Fine, but please take this with you.
(Leo hands Moondrop an 18+ magazine full of possum ladies.)
Moondrop: (confused and slightly offended) Are you serious?
Leo: This is a serious method, if this turns you on, then you're just a weird vamp with a particular fetish, but if you don't get turned on and you're still obsessed with Blossom specifically, then you need to cut all ties with her.
Moondrop: I'm not taking that, you fucking perv!
Leo: Fine, but it's Blossom's funeral...
Moondrop: Go fuck yourself!
(Moondrop flips Leo off and storms out.)
Leo: (Sigh) This won't end well...
(The end of part 20)
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sanrikis · 3 months
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BAD IDEA RIGHT? — TWELVE; riki vs ricky
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written portion; wc.1191; cw. cursing, fighting, mentions of blood and cuts.
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after hopping into the car with riki and buckling in, riki begins the drive to school. once again, his hand has found yours, almost like second nature.
“so… are you feeling okay? you sure you ready to go back,” riki hesitates, his handsome face full of concern as he spares you a glance. “you don’t have to go if you’re not ready, n/n. no one’s gonna make you.”
“i know, ki. but, i need to go back. i can’t miss over a girl embarrassing me. i’m the vp. what does that say about me? that i’m some stupid girl who missed school because her feelings are hurt? i just hope jiwoo gets what’s coming to her soon,” you huffed out, worried your anger translates horribly on your face.
“aw look at your cute little pouting face! don’t get so worked up about her. trust she will be dealt with!” riki giggles, as he pulls into the school parking lot.
after finding his place, he gets out and opens your door, grabbing your backpack for you.
“thanks, ki. but, i can carry it. you don’t have to help me out so much. i’m not gonna break,” you muttered, scared of what people would think seeing you guys all lovey dovey again.
“i know i don’t have to. i want to. c’mon, classes are starting soon.” he takes your hand and leads you inside, few people turning to look at you two.
“won’t you be late if you walk me to mine? they’re on totally different floors! gimme my stuff and you get to your class,” you playfully demanded, taking your belongings from riki.
“i’ll see you later, okay? bye, ki!”
“bye n/n…”
“stop calling me that. especially at school,” you whined, your arms crossing, looking him straight in the eye.
“fine,” he dragged. “i won’t call you that. at school! bye bye, baby!” he hurried away before you could say anything, leaving you to sigh in defeat and begin the walk to your class.
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on riki’s way to his class, he found a friend of jiwoo kim’s and asked for directions to her locker. the girl, dumbfounded and thinking that he was interested in her, happily showed him the way and gave him the combo.
“thanks! you’re really helpful! don’t tell her about this yet, i want it to be a surprise,” riki smiled, trying his best to seem sincere.
“of course oh em gee! my lips are sealed! make sure you lock it back if you open it,” she smirked, walking away.
“too easy, oh my god,” riki giggled to himself. as he looked around the halls and made sure they were empty, he pulled a dark container from his bad and unlocked the locker. taking off the lid and emptying the container's contents, riki hurried and closed the locker, before sticking a note on the locker.
“open for a crunchy treat <3 -anonymous”
after he checked the halls again, he hurried and ran to his class (one that he is very late for), trying to avoid being seen.
jiwoo kim was gonna regret messing with his girl.
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someone had noticed riki nishimura's absence from class and figured it pretty unusual. y/n came to school, so obviously he did too? he followed her everywhere anyways. ricky asked the teacher if he could use the restroom and made his way to the halls, searching for riki. coming down another corridor, he finally spots stupid fucking nishimura riki.
“nishimura! what are you doing roaming the halls? class started fifteen minutes ago,” ricky presses, glaring at riki.
“quite literally none of your business shen. i’m heading to class anyways,” riki spits out, walking on the other side of the hall, aiming to go around him.
ricky grabs him by his shoulder and stops him, “what’s the rush nishimura? i’ve got to talk to you about something.”
“let go of me. i don’t have anything to talk about with you? i’ve never talked to you outside of class. ever.” riki grabs his hand and tries to remove it, but ricky is insistent.
“no. you’re gonna listen to me. what the fuck are you doing with y/n? why won’t you leave her alone? do you want to break her heart all over again,” ricky accused, his grip on riki’s shoulder tightening, “first, you harass her, and now you’re trying to step up and be her boyfriend again? i don’t fucking understand you!”
“you don’t have to understand me. you don’t even need to be asking me these questions. leave me the fuck alone. obviously you don’t understand what happened with us if you’re saying i broke her heart. get a fucking life and a fucking grip. it’s not any of your business to know about, but y/n broke up with me. why are you so fucking obsessed with her? you’re not her fucking boyfriend, and you never will be. now let go of me, shen,” riki fumed, finally breaking free of ricky’s grip and bumping into him, before walking away.
ricky was (quite literally) shaking with anger, and before he knew it, he ran behind riki and tackled him to the ground. he landed a few punches to riki’s face before riki managed to gain the upper hand and hit ricky’s face. blood and hands were flying before they were separated by teachers, students crowding around the boys.
“that’s enough, you two! get off each other now. who started this?”
“that freak did,” riki pointed accusingly at ricky, who was looking towards the ground.
“is this true, ricky?” the teacher asked, confused on why a student council member would start a fight.
“yeah, it’s true,” ricky huffed out. gasps and murmurs could be heard throughout the hoard of students.
you and eunchae had heard the commotion from your class and made your way through the crowd. as soon as you saw the two people involved, you pushed through students and ran to riki, crouching beside him.
“riki! what happened? oh my god, are you okay? i-i’m.. oh my god… i don’t even know what to say,” you worried, your hands reaching up to examine riki’s face and all the cuts that now coated it. you looked over at ricky, eunchae by his side, and back to riki.
“who started it,” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes.
riki looked down before whispering back, “he did.”
you got up and walked over to ricky, the crowd dwindling, with the teacher who broke up the fight and some others still present.
“ricky. what did y-”
“y/n, look, i’m sorry! really… i don’t know what came over me. i’m sor-” before ricky could finish interrupting you, you reached up your hand and slapped him. hard.
his face turned from one of sadness to one of shock.
“stay out of my life, ricky. leave me alone,” you coldly stated before walking away, eunchae following behind you, shaking her head at ricky.
“you two. detention after school. get back to class now,” the teacher demanded, shooing the remaining students away and going back to his duties.
riki got up, walking away first. ricky stayed put for awhile before finally moving his feet and walking to his next class.
this day was starting off pretty horribly.
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katoktm6 · 2 years
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Smuggler Fest!
Hike was very hard…I sound like a broken record, but look at terrain photos!!!!! Crazy! I don’t know if I could have done it with my pack? But of course people passing me like power hikers… people headed to the beach in flip flops carrying beach bags…and I am baby stepping up and down…Elyse, if you read this, these were the biggest single step ups of the trip! I was split legged one pole on the bottom step and one on the top…then push up! Walked through vineyards today and at the tip top of one cliff mountaintop, a guy selling wine on the road..the vineyards and winery has been in his family for 5 generations! I didn’t think I should try to take a bottle with me…he agreed…
Finally got to town…the three hour hike, for me, of course was 5 1/2.. but I made it safely and had the energy to go explore! France is France…everything you imagine it should be! So beautiful…wine everywhere , bakeries everywhere, cheese everywhere…and everyone is actually really nice and helpful. If it were not so expensive I would say I love France! This town is incredible
Met a man and a wife probably my age. With big backpacks. I asked them where they were on the trail and they were just starting today. Except the man is hiking from here to the Atlantic Ocean across France. His wife is just going to go with him for 10 days. Makes my little trek seem very insignificant. 🤣
Found out today was Smugglers Fest. At 5:00 PM the smugglers were going to pull into the port on boats. That’s all I knew. So I get myself situated at about 545 to see the Pirates come in. I don’t know what it was all about. There were about 200 locals? All over the age of 60 dressed as traditional villagers? It is a fishing village. And then we waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and at about 530 some boats pulled in to the port. Two people on stage acted out something dramatic in French? It may have been that I was listening to a opera? Because the boats were kind of doing a ballet in the water. Music was blaring. People were cheering. The people acting as villagers were racing down to the beach to stop the smugglers. But nothing really happened. Except some gunshots went off. I stayed until about 630. And really boats were just circling each other and people were jeering and cheering. Be sure to watch the video at the end. Pure joy.
Oh and it would not be an international trip for me if I did not walk into the middle of a wedding in typical voyeur mode 🤣
Walking back I found a cool restaurant called “the Cave”. Made a reservation for seven when they opened. Raced back to my Airbnb and got my clothes out of the washing machine raced back to the restaurant. The most delicious pizza I can remember having in a long long time. Then I saw a random hiker with a huge backpack. I decided to be nice and ask where he was coming from and going to. He decided to sit at my table and share his woes. He has hiked from Germany across Switzerland to here. He has four weeks of hiking in France and then off to who knows where. Basically a big dirty guy. Sleeps on the beach. Or unless a beautiful woman asks him to share a room. Ha ha. He ordered, I paid my check. And darn it in France you can’t take your wine with you. That is why I love Spain.
Tomorrow I land at my Airbnb for three days. It is actually only place that has been really strict on check-in times and kind of snotty. This woman named Eve is apparently the manager. Bernard is the owner who I’ve been talking to all these months but all of a sudden I have to talk to Eve. And I get the feeling she does not like me. Anyway I cannot check in till three tomorrow so I’m trying to Dilly Dally my way around all of this. I’m hoping to leave my bags here. Hike the hike. Take the bus or train back here and then take the bus or train back there. That should leave me at 3 o’clock
I know these posts are filled with way too many photos but I’m just trying to give a picture to people who might want to see what I am seeing. In any of the ocean view photos you can see the path that I’m taking in the background
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its-real-life22 · 2 years
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High school life: The First day
Hello, readers, here is the first chapter of a high school student's life. It highlights the journey of a simple freshman student who discovers how difficult the high school life can be. I hope you find it enjoyable and relatable to read. Please provide me with feedback. 
Introductions- Hello, my name is Adrian Rodriguez, and I am a freshman at Sunset Valley High School. I am excited to begin. It's my first year of high school, and I'm liking it so far. It's not what I expected, I mean, I never expected it to be difficult; I wanted it to be like in the movies, with lockers, groups, teachers, and everything else, but it's not like that; there are no lockers, and I have to carry my backpack everywhere like in middle school. It's not at all what I expected. I'm looking forward to being a sophomore and in a higher class.
The beginning of Homeroom- Wow, and this is a terrific earlier class; it's only 20 minutes long. The teacher introduces himself, "hey class, my name is Mr. Ford, and today we are going to be introducing ourselves and one thing we like," he says, his gray hair messy and unhappy face, as if he didn't want this job. He begins with me, and I rise up nervously, my face turning as red as a tomato… "Hello, my name is Adrian," I say. I also enjoy listening to music." As I sit down, he gets up and asks, "What type of music are you listening to?" I stutter and say R&B, then drop down in shame. Richard, the boy sitting next to me, replies, "I like R&B too," and chuckles as the class continues with their introductions. I chuckle a little, and he continues to blather on about nonsense. As I gently leave with my anxiety, the bell rings.
Period 1 - English When I enter into class, I notice that everyone is standing. I was completely confused, I noticed there is a seating chart. As I search for a seat, I notice Richard seated next to me. I greet him with hesitation, and he introduces me to his friend Bryan as I take a seat. As I stammer what I have to read, the teacher begins reading her class rules and then selects students to read. When it's my turn, the teacher calls my name, and I cry out "present," which the teacher chuckles at, and the rest of the class begins to giggle and laugh. As I read on, I begin to stutter. The teacher then proceeds to explain the other instructions to the students. When the bell rings, I head over to Bryan for my second period.
Period 2 - Math I walk in nervous about what's about to happen; I've already embarrassed myself in front of two classes. As I take a random seat with Bryan, I notice a piece of paper with work on it, and I immediately do the work. When I turn in my work, the teacher, Mrs. Holliday, checks the answers and assumes I used photomath, so she has me do one problem in front of her, which she chuckles softly as I do it. As I rush out the door to my third period class, the bell rings.
Period 3 - Biology I notice this incredibly attractive girl as I enter into my 3rd period class and confidently walk up to her and say hello. I walk away awkwardly because she has her earbuds in and doesn't hear me. As I sat there listening to the teacher go through the rules, I start to wonder what my old buddies are up to and recall something stupid I did five years ago. As I search for this girl's Instagram account on my phone, I notice a new follow request from Richard. I have the creepy feeling that he is stalking me around. He never got it since I never gave it to him. I take a look around before returning to my phone to see what's going on at my middle school friends.
Period 4 - (last period) - PE When I go inside the gym to get dressed, I'm very nervous with all the changing rooms and lack of privacy. I see people vaping, smoking, or whatever they're doing, so I rush in, change, and leave. I recognize an old friend, Kara, and when I approach her carefully, she walks away. I moved on to my sitting number after noticing she was ignoring me. I take a seat and then we continue walking through the grassy area. Once everyone has gone, I remain in the back alone till a girl approaches me and introduces herself. She comes across as a little cheesy. She begins with a dad joke, but she is entertaining. She stands out from the other girls with her long silky black hair and tight leggings. She doesn't seem to mind being silly or strange,  her name is Alexandra. When I introduce myself, she makes a joke about how awkward I am. I laugh a little and we walk around the grassy area together as she talks about her life drama as if it were a joke. As I rush to my gym locker, the coaches blow the whistle, and I quickly change to go to the cafeteria.
Lunch - home I try to avoid Richard while getting lunch, and as an outcome, I sat alone, feeling alone, and feeling like a complete outcast. To get some chips, I head to the vending machine. I notice Richard approaching me. I nervously say hello, and he yells, "What's up?" We walk and talk about our past schools and what we do for fun, and then we walk through the school gates and head home, he begins waving goodbye to my mother. My mother laughs as she drives away.
At home - I begin to remember my friends and all of the things I used to do. I begin to worry about the small thing I have and don't . I'm anxious about my Instagram followers; I'm concerned about who I might become. I'm afraid of my popularity and the number of people I know. I'm terrified of what this new high school has in store for me, but now that I'm in grade 9, it's time to start taking things seriously and impress my parents.
The ending - Thank you for taking the time to read this, if you did. I really hope you enjoyed it. I put in a lot of effort. Please let me know what you think if you think I should do a female version. I'll write another chapter about Adrian and how he deals with his sophomore year. Please Like, Follow, and share.
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Curiosity Killed the Cat
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Request summary: you are not happy about your daddies new way of keeping track of you, but maybe you could warm up to the idea of it
Warnings: Age regression; pacifier mention; sort of leashes but its like a baby leash connected to a backpack; baby has hurt feelings; I could have missed something so please read at your own risk.
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: I really hope you like it nonnie, I really enjoyed writing it. love you buggy boos <3
You wanted to look at everything not matter where you went with your daddies. At the park it was every dog, every leaf. At the store it was every fluffy thing you could find, every piece of candy or toy. If you saw something you wanted to look at, you were gone. Steve and Bucky had discussed their options after the fifth time you'd run off from them. It wasn't that they didn't want you to look, but you're their baby and you needed one of your daddies to go with you. The problem with that? You forgot in your excitement; a lot.
That's how you've found yourself in this predicament.
You were ready to go to the zoo, tattered thigh jean shorts and a pretty tie-dye shirt with SpongeBob's crew with cute purple shoes. You were bouncing on your heels at the door, waiting impatiently on your daddies. You know better than to go out the door and wait for them by the car, so you're whining, rushing your daddies.
"Papaaaa, it's time to go! We not gonna get to see eb'ryfin'!" Steve came rounding the corner, Bucky trailing right behind him with a lavender backpack in his hand that seemed a little full. Steve picked you up, balancing you on his hip, "We're almost ready little one," he wiggled his finger on your tummy, "we just want to show you something before we go." Bucky held the backpack up, smiling innocently.
It was so cute, it was a shade lighter than your shoes to match perfectly. It was plain, other than the pins and small keychain fidget toys your daddies had surely put on. He opened it up and it had a coloring book, a pack of colored pencils, your favorite pacifier and Lincoln the Ram, the oldest stuffie you had. You reached for the ram, and when you'd pulled him out you saw a bag of candy. Bucky laughed when your eyes lit up, "No baby, that's for today, you can have some later." You jutted your lip out and he shook his head, "Nice try, but puppy dog eyes only work on papa."
When you accepted that, Steve spoke up, "This is a special backpack sweetness." Your brows furrowed as you looked at it, not seeing anything about it. Bucky pulled out a stretchy cord that ended in a scrunchy like bracelet. "When you put this backpack on, daddy or papa will put this on." He slid it on his wrist and tugged at the cord close to his wrist, "So you can't go wondering off like you always do." You whined loudly, "Won' run off!" Your face in Steve's neck, letting out another loud whine.
“Oh silly baby,” Steve kissed your hair, “it’s okay, you’re not in trouble for being curious, we’re just trying to protect our kitty.” You let out a heavy groan, “No, don’ wanna wear it.” You clutched to Lincoln, your chin wobbling on edge of tears. “Dollie,” Bucky said softly, stepping forwards to rub your back, “it’s dangerous when you run away from us, you forget in the pretty head to tell your daddies where you’re going and we can’t find you.” You let out a long groan in protest and stayed in the crook of Steve’s neck, Bucky’s hand still on your back, “We can stay home instead of going and seeing all the animals, would you like that better?” Your head rose and you shook your head at him, “No daddy, I’ll wear it.” Bucky felt a strain on his heart when he saw the way your pout still rested on your face. “You won’t hardly notice it baby,” he kissed your nose, “not with all the pretty animals we’re gonna see.”
When you got to the zoo, Bucky unbuckled you in the back. You always sat in the middle because that’s where you were most protected, so he had to drag you out of the car a bit. “Okay baby,” he held the backpack up, “put ‘em in there.” You just stared at him a minute, “What if I pinky p’omise to be good?” He shakes his head, “Baby, you already are good. You agreed to wear it to be safe, we can’t go in if you’re not going to be safe.”
You huffed and put your arms in it, the band already around Bucky’s wrist. “Good girl, now listen to me baby, you gotta keep your backpack on, it can’t come off or it defeats the whole purpose.” You nodded deftly, body now trained on bouncing towards the gate. As you got around more people, Steve grabbed your shoulder and bent down to your face. “Did you hear daddy baby? That backpack doesn’t come off until we are back in this parking lot or you're in one of our arms, understood?” You nodded and Steve raises his eyebrows, “Yes papa, I understand.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb before giving you a quick kiss, standing back up.
It had worked remarkably well, you’d gotten distracted by all the animals as suspected. You were pulling Bucky around everywhere, and of course with Bucky came Steve. You pulled them to the lions rather quickly, jumping up and down, changing positions all over the outside of the enclosure to see them. “Daddy!” You ran to near the end of the enclosure, stopped dead in your tracks by the leash.
Bucky chuckled, but to you it was no laughing matter. “Wha’ you doin?” You pulled on him, shaking your bag roughly, “Baby, slow down okay, we’ve got plenty of time to look at the lions.” You made an angry face at him and continued to pull at the leash, “Come on! Wanna walk wif it!” You stomped your feet until he finally caught up with you. “Dis’ is why I always look wifout you, you too slow.” Bucky ignores your comment, mainly because you grab his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, shaking his arm and pointing at the big cat, “Take it home wif us?” Steve, who stood behind you, laughed in shock, “That’s a no from me bug, come on, let’s go see what’s next.”
With his recommendation you remember that there are so many more animals at the zoo. You squeak out a high pitched okay and take off skipping. Your long legged daddies had no problem keeping up throughout the next few hours, but then you had to potty. Truth be told, you were tired of looking at the giraffes anyway.
You glanced up to your daddy, who's whispering something in Steve's ear and laughing. You tug on him, and he turns toward you, "Gotta go potty." He smiled, nodding his head, "Of course bug, thank you for telling us without trying to run off." You grumbled and started walking to the bathroom, keeping the leash taught the entire time. You started to shrug off your backpack, irritation creeping up your spine before stopping.
You turned around to Steve and Bucky, a frown plastered on your face. You waited until they were dead in front of you, you slid off the backpack and pushed it roughly into their chest, stomping away to the bathroom. Both of them stared at each other for a moment, Steve commenting lowly, "Awfully grumpy." Bucky's mind swirled, you're not one to be outrageously bratty, so when you came back out, he knelt down and grabbed your hand.
"What's going on my buggy boo? Is something bothering you? You not feeling good?" You shrugged, pulling your hand back and taking the backpack with a wobbling lip. He made a clicking noise, smiling and took the backpack from you. "How about papa wears the backpack and I'll carry you, it's about time for lunch anyway, right?" You seem to instantly relax and let Bucky balance you on his hip, kissing your cheeks.
Steve slipped on the backpack, an odd and tight fit on his body but with the straps completely loosened, it had a millimeter of wiggle room. He starts to lead the way and Bucky whistles sharply at him. Steve turns around with raised eyebrows, but Bucky is looking at you with a 'can-you-believe-him' look.
Bucky turns to Steve, grabbing the bracelet part of the backpack and sliding it on your wrist, "You can't go running off either," Bucky looks down to you, giggling into his shoulder, "isn't that right sweetness?" You nod, looking up to Steve, shaking your wrist, "Papa we gots tuh know you safe!" Steve immediately catches on to what Bucky's doing, and smacks his forehead playfully, "How silly of me, huh dovey?" You pointedly nod, a smug look on your face, "Uh-huh, now nommies please!"
You're in a much better mood being carried by your daddy, shaking the leash playfully at Steve when you sit down at the table. He slid the backpack off of his back, laying it down on the table. "I thought maybe you'd like a dum dum while we wait on Daddy to come back?" Steve was bouncing you on his knee, already popping the sucker into your mouth. You laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed while enjoying the sweet lemon in your mouth, too asleep to notice it disappearing from your mouth.
Bucky sits down with Steve, smiling at your tired form, "I told you she'd tucker herself out and we wouldn't be able to get through the whole zoo today." Steve scoffed, "You act as if she's going to be willing to leave." Bucky kissed Steve softly before planting kisses all over your face, rousing you from sleep.
As much as you don't want to be grumpy, you can't help but frowning at Bucky. He just kisses your nose and tilts his head towards the food at the table. Your eyes land on the chicken strips first and your whole body bounces at sight of the large slushy on the table. "I-Buh-'S mine?" Bucky laughs at your apprehension to breaking the rules, don't have too much sugar. "Of course baby, we thought you'd like something sweet, like yourself."
When you are done eating lunch, Bucky tries to help you put your backpack on, but you run away from him, around the table. "Nuh-uh," you cross your arms over your chest and look to Steve with puppy eyes. "Baby," he starts, coming over to you, sitting on the metal seat, "what's going on? Don't you like your new backpack?" Your bottom lip wiggles again, tears in your eyes, "'S ugly." Steve looks shocked, "Honey, you love purple, what's really going on?"
That's when the damn broke, tears falling from your face and broken sobs coming out. Steve's holding his arms around you, and Bucky's found his way to rub your back. "Shhh, dove, tell papa what's got your head going so fast." You're hiccuping, letting out broken coughs with small gags, unable to form coherent words. Bucky grabs your chin, holding your straw to your lips, "Here baby, take a drink of your slushy." Somehow you listen to him, sugar is always a good bribe for you.
"Dollie," Bucky pulls you onto his lap, "what's wrong?" His eyebrows are raised, forehead against yours, noses almost touching. He's waiting for you to regain a normal breath to press harder. He doesn't get the chance, because you start talking before he can ask again. "J-jus- 'nother reason tuh ignore me."
Bucky's heart breaks, Steve's expression matching the hurt Bucky feels deep inside him. "What on earth are you talking about honey?" Your eyes start to tear up again and Bucky scolds you gently, "No, no more of that you hear me?" You nod and let Bucky wipe away one of your stray tears. "Honey, we bought the backpack because we were so worried, not so we could ignore you. You run around and poke at everything, you forget to tell your daddies what you're doing and it scares us. You understand baby?" You shrugged and Bucky sighed, kissing your cheek. He's about to say something else when Steve picks you up from Bucky's lap.
"Bucky, put the backpack on, let's go," he's gentle about it, but you're still upset. "No! Wanna see more pets!" Steve tries to lightheartedly chuckle, but it comes out dry, "Oh dove, we're not leaving the zoo, we're just moving on." When Bucky has the backpack on he puts the leash on your wrist, just as it was when Steve wore it.
Steve catches you shaking the band around your arm, and a lightbulb goes off in his head. "You see baby?" Steve starts, and you're confused, so he continues, "You're constantly playing with it, that means your eyes are on daddy at all times." You furrow your brows, a pout still resting on your face. "Go on Bucky," Steve nods in an opposite direction, and Bucky starts walking. When the leash reaches the end of its rope, your arm is pulled until Bucky turns around to face you.
You're hesitant, eyes flickering between Steve and Bucky, "No forgettin' me?" You're looking up into Steve's eyes, swimming with love, "Dove, you're everything on our mind every second of every day. We got it so if anything happened, anyone tried talking to me or Bucky, or we argued over dark or milk chocolate, we'd never be too distracted for you." You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling closely to him.
You can feel the leash pulling on you, and it takes your attention away from Steve. Steve doesn't move his feet though, Bucky playfully moving side to side to pull at the cord around your wrist. "Papa, daddy's tryin' to run off!" You could hear Bucky laugh as Steve caught up to you. "Whatdya say we get some of that ice cream you love so much Dollie, before we go see the rest of the animals?"
You beam at Bucky, a genuine smile crossing your face that lights up your eyes. "Dippin' Dots!" You shake and dance in Steve's arms, "Lemmee down, lemme down! Dippin' Dots! Dippin' Dots! Dippin Dots!" Steve lets your feet hit the ground, and you pout a little, glancing to the backpack. Steve seems to pick up on your hesitation, "How about daddy wears the backpack, you wear the bracelet and hold my hand? That way everyone is kept together and safe?"
You happily take his hand, all wariness thrown to the wind when you started skipping. "Dollie," Bucky stops, making you and Steve stop in place. He looks stern for a minute, but then breaks into a laughing fit, pointing to the righthand turn at the intersection. "You were so excited," he kept laughing, moving you to see the stand with many balloons and a sign that says 'Dippin' Dots', "that you ran right by it!"
You take off running, Bucky and Steve quick to follow. They didn't bother trying to gently reprimand you, they didn't care if you were excited and couldn't contain yourself. In fact, they loved it, as much as they needed a way to keep track of you with the leash, they wanted a way to make sure they never miss your bubbling excitement.
When you've made it to the stand, you are tugging on Steve. He looks down to you, watching your eyes flicker to the balloons. He smiles at you, adding your favorite color balloon to the order. Once you'd all sat on a bench, he starts to tie the balloon around your free wrist but you jerk away. "Daddy," you turn to Bucky, "we switch." You starting pulling the backpack off Bucky without waiting for a response, causing him to struggle to shuffle around his dippin' dots while laughing at you.
You've safely switched who holds what, now chowing on your dippin' dots in your hand and a y/f/c balloon on your wrist. You're starting to think the backpack isn't so bad, maybe you can convince them to buy you more of the things you want if they see you so excited over them.
Or you could always pout about the backpack and get what you wanted any ways.
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