#oh fuck it actually Orion gets his own tag

[spotsupstuff]

I'VE COME TO RELIEVE YOU FROM THE HOARDE OF BEPPI LOVERS

this is your free ramble pass! feel free to use this ask as an excuse to ramble about whatever random crap you feel like rambling about

hmm..... how about... broadening the worldbuilding horizons a lil with some of the filler Iterators. here's the list of names that i'm slowly workin on to develop into enough of people for my tastes

most well defined of these rn are: Orion, Spore, Gem, Expiation, Rustle, NAE NAE BITCH (Embrace), Vapor and kind of Sadness

with Presence being... finished on account of literally being just IKEA memes the Iterator. that was sister's idea, not mine jglksdmcklsd he's a hippie during the day, creepy fuck during the night. one never knows what's goin on with him, but he's usually sweet n helpful. probably stands in dark hallways with a knife in hand right next to Notos tho. it also has a knife in hand

Orion's Pathway is slowly gaining on importance and characterization!

(quick concept doodle, very much subject to change yet but the mark is most likely gon stay)

he's the 3rd eldest Iterator of the Eo group, finished and brought online about 190 years (Or Honestly More, Fuckers Big n it is all very early on yet) after Boreas' construction. bein the Third means he actually got to socialize with Boreas' antisocial bum (and Zephyr too). all of the Iterator social business that Boreas doesn't wanna deal with he throws at This Kid until Euros comes around. then the two get to share Boreas' "i really don't wanna do this, here you kids go" shit

Orion might look all cool and stuff, but the idea of him wasn't actually even born out of the constellation/myth originally! the idea and also color palette all (will) come from the czech chocolate by the same name

fuckin Love this shit. and just like Orion Chocolate Shop's milk chocolate, Orion's Pathway is a sweet, soft kid that is just a delight to interact with. unlike Boreas, he's an actual angel without any blemishes. he's like the Prince Charming (cinderella 3) of the Iterators... he looks up to ol' Bee a lot <3 his voice claim is Ebucs as of rn

Orion is positioned here on the map (aaaand das Spore right under him <3):

which is Important cuz this darling fucker actually has lore that is very location specific

he serves as something of a physical border/something of a custom office(???) to the Frost's Promise group. works well with how much of a geographical choke point that there is. originally, this wasn't the case including his whole helmet look, but if u caught the whisper of that one war with Iterators in it that i mentioned, then this was it. that changed Orion from a regular Iterator to something of a border guard. the war was between the Ancients of the Eo group and the Frost's Promise group. it happened in the first quarter of Gen 2 ages, so Fish was already around but not Euros

he doesn't actually have a sword n a shield with his puppet, that is mostly mural and such stuff, but the helmet was added to make him look inspiring to his citizens n intimidating to the enemy whenever his image would be projected for whatever reason

he's also something of an old school Phone Operator and had the unofficial title of being the Chief of it just because of his age. after Euros shows up and gets the full hang of the communication systems + handling of the Aeolus Root, most of all Orion's Phone Operator privilages are stripped from him ("oh thank the void." he says, overworked and tired and so excited to get some time for himself. this little hyperactive red fuck is gonna handle it all Just Fine)

stuff for some other filler Iterators:

• Spore's whole thing was that she was originally meant to be one of the first medicine focused Iterator facilities. her placement in the shroom place was done on purpose because as we all know shrooms can get a lil funny in the RW universe. this went wrong though, when the spores of the shrooms got into her systems and started parasiting on her neurons similarly to cordyceps with ants. that is what those jellyfish lookin things stuck on her are!! parasitic neurons already tryin to take her over

a big part of Mission Self-preservation in her case was saving her from the fate that we see her succumbed to at the start of the Ascending Notos comic - her voice claim is something like... Fluttershy but with a Minion from Despicable Me effect/feel to it??? this is the real blorbo of the Eo group fuck everybody else • this is NAE. NAE is a bastard

often bitches about how stupid his name is. then two weeks after the Mass Ascension his arms just kinda Fall Off and he's like "OOOOOH. OOOOOOOOH. *OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!* WELL *SOME-FUCKING-BODY* IS GIGGLING FROM THE BOTTOM OF THEIR VOID STAINED BATHTUB, AREN'T THEY. MOTHER. **FUCKER.**" - he's Euros' neighbour and his Mechanic at that time came to help Sparrows out with the 1st Rot situation. Euros likes annoying him a lot • Gem in an Eye is going to be based off of a witch a lil, she's gonna do shit with ✨ crystals ✨ (she's an asshole) • Sordid Expiation will be based off of a nun and will be bitchily religious (unlike Fish who is funnily religious- he's like a conspiracy theorist while Expiation is all serious bleeeeegh boooooo 👎) - Gem and Expiation have a playful rivarly going on, crystals vs religion. with Spore in the friend group, medicine joins in, but when she gets worse with those parasitic shrooms she stops joining in on the play-arguments • Raspy Rustle's voice claim is AnnenMayKantereit and he is a Sweetheart. he and Reed get mistaken for each other often because of the initials n they might end up havin similar chat clrs too. both find it very funny • Vapor is based around the vaporwave aesthetic and is Notos' neighbour. so you have this goth bitch who doesn't care for attention and right next to it is this pastel neon chillax'd music star who cares a LOT for attention (like that one meme with the houses...). her mark is that vaporwave sun and it's splattered all over her face instead of just on the forehead • Sadness is based off of Sad Machine by Porter Robinson- her clr palette will be sampled from the album cover n her voice claim is That song as well. she's closeby to Fish and Likes Writing Poems :')

#Spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #oc: filler iterators #filler means at this point that they dont have That much relevance to the main plot like the Anemoi + Fish n i will not go Too hog on- #-givin em much characterization and society building. believe it or not but Orion still doesnt pass the Big Boy Char check for me #oh fuck it actually Orion gets his own tag #oc: orion's pathway

[lord-squiggletits]

Actually one of my favorite instances of "people being dicks about IDW Optimus on posts about IDW/Optimus/MegOP" was when I saw a commentator claim with their whole ass "Megatron deserves better than Optimus" like.

Bestie.

Megatron killed billions of people.

He himself would deny the notion that he "deserves" anything bc he's incredibly depressed about wasting his life on atrocities and, by the end of the series, thinks wholeheartedly that submitting to a trial to give the galaxy its justice is more important to him than living a carefree life.

And even if you don't ship MegOP, Megatron speaks positively of Optimus multiple times and is happy, or at least more animated, whenever he speaks to OP.

It's just so funny to talk about "deserving a better lover" in reference to a blood stained imperialist who himself would admit to his own villainy and doesn't see himself as superior to anyone just because he was right once upon a time. Like bestie your own blorbo would not agree with your take that Optimus is just The Worst and completely unrespectable. So funny.

Actually wait no. My FAVORITE (and imagine I say "favorite" with intense scorn and disgust) instance of someone being a dick about IDW OP in a space about IDW OP, was someone commenting on an IDW MegOP multichapter fic-- clearly something the author must love and put a lot of effort in to write like 300,000 words about them-- to go "WHINE WHINE WHY ARE YOU WRITING IDW OPTIMUS HE SUCKS, MOAN MOAN NOBODY WRITES ABOUT IDW MEGOP BC IT'S BORING AND MEGATRON DESERVES BETTER, BITCH BITCH WHINE YOU SHOULD WRITE MEGAROD OR MEGSMAGS INSTEAD"

The sheer fucking entitlement of coming onto someone's IDW Megop fic to insult the character and ship they're writing about, then demand they write about YOUR favorite ship bc you think their ship is stupid and boring. Ough it was literally the worst thing I'd ever seen short of actively harassing and trying to get someone to quit writing (those instances weren't IDW OP related, just trolls being assholes).

Or the various times scrolling the Megop tag going "oh wow cool fanart :) " and then the tags are "this isn't IDW OP btw because he SUCKS ASS and I hate him." Or going "oh wow this artist makes a lot of megop let me check their blog" and seeing a seemingly innocuous post of them talking about G1 Megop, then out of nowhere they go "btw fuck IDW OP". Or just going on someone's blog bc they make cool content in general and seeing them go "IDW Megatron is so cool! [Sentences about why they enjoy him.] Also I think IDW OP should die in a ditch."

I kinda assumed that MegOP spaces would be safe, since y'know if they ship MegOP it makes sense that they like both characters? Plus, Megatron is sooo hated and there's so much discourse around him, but that means that Megatron fans probably guard their own spaces against hate and know what it's like to have their faves shit on constantly with tons of petty drama? NOPE literally met multiple IDW Megatron stans who would get so mad about people calling their fave problematic, then would turn around and go "lmao who would like IDW Optimus, no one likes him, I ship Megatron with dockworker or archivist OP because they're so much better than him. IDW OP is a fucking asshole I hate him." Like MMMMMMMM I kinda thought that in a space dedicated to liking Optimus/Megatron/Optimus and Megatron kissing each other, there wouldn't be people randomly shitting on the characters, but oh well. Just leave those spaces.

Well not to worry, I can always go to AO3 and look at fic, that's an archive site and not social media, and all I need to do is filter the tags to IDW Megop and I'll have everything I need!

>Fic 1: Tagged IDW MegOP, author says it's continuity soup with archivist Orion

>Fic 2: Tagged IDW MegOP. Archivist Orion.

>Fic 3: Tagged IDW MegOP. Dockworker Orion. The author thoughtfully includes a tag/author's note solely dedicated to talking about how IDW OP fucking sucks so they replaced him with a Better Optimus

>Fic infinity: Tagged IDW MegOP. Continuity soup with archivist Orion again.

>Fic infinity+1: Tagged IDW MegOP. Actually is about IDW Megatron and IDW Optimus. Posted in 2014. Has not been updated since 2018.

>Fic infinity+n: Tagged IDW MegOP. Actually IDW MegOP. I have already read them. Every single one. They were posted years ago. They were last updated years ago. The authors have long since gone to other fandoms, never to return and finish their fics.

>I give up and decide the only IDW MegOP fic I'll ever get will be my own.

So many times. <:) And that kids is why I don't talk to anyone else in the fandom unless they're mutuals or a friend of a friend. The fandom is small when you can't go looking for new, cool people any more bc seemingly all of them will randomly pop off about how much they hate your blorbo with no provocation at all.

#squiggposting #venting #i'm feeling very self pitying tonight i guess

[ashes-writing]

burnin for you pt five | stranger things ; g.emerson

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CHAPTERS ; 

one two three four can be found by clicking.

AUTHORS NOTES;

Holy shit, I was not expecting this one to happen quite the way it did. I think I actually rewrote it ten times or so because I was trying to avoid what ends up happening actually happening just yet. But finally, I just said to hell with it and allowed it. So this isn't a sprint, a jog or a real slow burn anymore, whoopsies? I plan to do more with this, btw. Just so you know, it's not quite over.

You guys and your comments / tags on reblogs and the messages about this story, y'all have me all giddy and happy and like.. I'm just emotions. Can't word. You don't know how much it means to me because literally, my only thought when I post things on here is "Thank fuck, it's not in my brain anymore." so to know people are reading this and they enjoy it.. Ugh, it means the world to me, oh my god. Thank you all so so so much.

SUMMARY;

-- movie night with Gareth -and the rest of Corroded Coffin. Things miiight be getting a little.. uhm.. intense.

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Girly!Soft reader

WARNINGS;

Corroded Coffin being shit talkers + cock blockers. Eddie's living room floor. Swearing. Lots and lots of touching, flirting.. Lots of accidental touches and an awkward boner situation and stuff too. Reminder here. Gareth is aged up to 18. Everyone is of age. JSYK.

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Gareth’s truck pulls to a stop behind Eddie’s van and next to Grant’s mom’s station wagon. As he kills the engine, he gazes over at you. “You’re sure you’re okay with horror movies, right?”

And you’re not, but… He’ll be right there with you. And you did say you were going to try to amp up your own flirting with him, just to see what happens. Just to see if you’re right and Chrissy is wrong or vice-versa. You smile and nod. “I’ve told you four times, tiger. I’m fine with it.” you pause and giggle softly, moving so that you’re right next him on the truck seat, “If I get scared, you’re here.”

Your little giggle and your words go straight to his cock. There’s just something about the tone you’re using. It’s almost flirty, not that he’d know for sure, but… It’s not the way you usually talk to him. It’s softer. Sweeter.

“Are we getting out?” you ask, batting your lashes.

Gareth chuckles quietly and he nods. When he gets out, he reaches up and pulls you to him by your bare thighs, lifting you out of the truck with your legs around his waist and he nearly drops you when you put them there. He bites back a needy whine and takes a deep breath, standing you on your feet. Then he grabs his sleeping bag and slips an arm around you after he’s shut the door. You make your way into the house just as Jeff and Grant are arguing over whether you’ll watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street first. 

Grant puts the movie in and Gareth’s got the sleeping bag out. You start out on top of it, wiggling around so you can see the television and the entire time you’re doing it, Gareth is all but biting his fist behind your head and the rest of the guys are about to die laughing about it. You finally get comfortable and he settles in behind you, but this poses a little bit of a problem when it comes to arm placement. A problem that rights itself when not even ten minutes into Nightmare on Elm Street, the first kill is made and you roll to face him before you can stop yourself after squeaking. With your face in his chest, he slips an arm over you and honestly, he could just hold you there for the entire night. You peek up at him and ask in a whisper, “Is this.. Is it okay?”

“It’s fine, bunny.” he mutters, reassuring you as he drags his finger up and down your spine through the soft little tank top you’re wearing. You try to roll over to face the television again and Gareth, to be polite, removes his arm. You pull it back where it was and you do not dare meet his gaze when you do it because you can feel your skin burning. His hand’s flat against your tummy, the palm of it warm and reassuring in it’s weight, the metal of his ring cool against the sliver of skin exposed by where his hand is resting. 

And behind you, Gareth is frantically trying to think of that one thing that’ll remedy the way his cock is about to burst against his jeans. And then you wiggle around just a second or two, this rocks your ass back right against him and his face is flushed. Bright red. He’s just glad you’re not looking at him.

Across the room, Jeff, Eddie and Grant are trying not to die laughing about it.

“Think he’s gonna cream himself?”

“Oh definitely. Our man is not smooth, not at all.”

“Did you see him biting his damn fist a few minutes ago?” Eddie chuckles as he whispers the question. “I almost pissed myself laughing. We really should’ve given him a pep talk.”

“Or a better one. I tried.” Grant shrugs sheepishly, “Ya know me and my stunning lack of experience.”

“Yeah, he called me before he went to get her. Told me that he knows for sure she’s the ‘babysitter’ now. That necklace she’s been looking for all week?” Jeff chuckles and rubs his chin. “He found it in the hamper.. With one of her shirts.”

“Oh wow.” Grant laughs. 

“Shit.” Eddie chuckled. “He say what he was gonna do?”

“All he said was he’s gonna do something.” Jeff shrugs and laughs. “But you know him, man.”

“It better not happen on my goddamn living room floor.” Eddie grumbles.

“Do you really think anybody’s fucking on this floor, Munson?” Grant asks, snickering. “Hasn’t been mopped since like 75.”

“Oh fuck you both.” Eddie glares at his friends and turns his attention back to the movie.

You roll to face him again when Freddie appears out of nowhere. “I hate jumpscares so much. Just gonna stay like this….” you breathe out against his chest and Gareth chuckles quietly. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks, gazing down at you in concern as he readjusts his arm so that it’s draped over you. You nod and bite your lip. “I told you, meatball. I am fine.” you practically purr the words quietly. “You’re here.”

Gareth flashes you a smirk as he nods. “Just keep lookin at me, bunny. Should be over soon.” he mutters quietly, dragging his fingers through your hair. He tries to shift himself because he’s only getting harder and harder, nothing he’s tried has helped. You bite your lip and look up at him. He wants to die because he knows there’s no damn way you haven’t felt him getting hard.

Just to give himself something to do to take his mind off of that particular situation, he starts to skim his hand over your side. You barely bite back a helpless whine. And you shift closer, melting against him completely. 

As soon as you do this, it feels like the air has been knocked right out of his lungs. His breath catches in his throat and when you start toying with the front of his shirt, he just barely manages to stop a quiet whine. 

He’s snickering quietly and you hit him lightly on the chest as you pout. “It’s not funny.”

“It kind of is.” Gareth mumbles, his gaze settling on your lips intently. So intent that you feel them start to tingle and you can feel yourself starting to get wet all over again. This, in turn, makes you squirmier against him and this has his breath hitching in his throat. He digs his fingers into your body -the frantic thought that maybe it’ll get you still again but that doesn’t work.

The guys have all gone outside to have a smoke and this has left you and Gareth alone in the empty living room. You’re staring up at him intently, a dazed look in your eyes as they fix on his mouth and your hand raises, resting against the column of his neck. He wants to crawl in a hole and die when his mouth opens to say something and he gasps instead.

“G-gareth?” you stammer quietly.

“Yeah?” he mutters, licking his lips.

“N-nevermind.” you lose your nerve to go for it and kiss him.

The thing about this is that he doesn’t. “Fuck it.” he mumbles, mostly to himself. You’d tried to glance back at the tv but you saw another gory scene, so you’re diving again, your head against his chest. He takes a hand off of your body to grip your jaw and make you look at him. “What were you goin t’ say?” he questions.

“N-nothing.” you stammer. Face burning hot because there’s this look in his eyes and they’re an almost midnight blue right now. You want to kick yourself because no matter how hard you try, you just can’t convince yourself to just go for it, just kiss him already.

But one of you has to do something, right?

Gareth’s pretty sure it’s going to have to be him.

“Wanna kiss you, bunny.” he mutters before he even realizes he’s done it. His face on fire as his gaze settles on you just in time to see the way your eyes widen in shock, your pupils blown. You nod as you swallow hard. “Want you to kiss me.” you admit and it feels like this weight has just been lifted.

But it’s just a kiss. What if it’s just because of proximity. You’re practically all over him.

Hearing you say you want him to kiss you has him pushing you onto your back so that he’s leaning over you, his hand engulfing yours as his heart threatens to beat right out of his chest and his mouth inches closer and closer. Until rough lips bump light against your soft ones and you can smell the cigarette and soda on his breath and your tummy does a little flip or two. Your tongue juts out with every intention to lick your lips because he’s just staring at them that damn hard and when it does, it drags against the outline of his mouth.

There’s no turning back now and he knows it.

His hand has yours pinned against the thick sleeping bag, his fingers enmeshed with yours as his other hand settles on your hip. You whine and the next time his mouth meets yours, your mouth falls open easily, granting him access. Not that he needed it. He could have done this weeks ago. Ended this whole little dance you’ve been doing with each other.

But he needed to be sure.

He doesn’t handle embarrassment or rejection well at all and he’d rather die than lose you entirely.

He releases one of your hands and it goes straight to thick curls, your fingers tugging at his hair and dragging over his scalp as he groans into your mouth and his tongue runs along yours. You deepen the kiss while whining into it, needy. 

His teeth graze your swollen lips and you do it again, that cute little needy whine as you squirm around, desperate for him to be closer. And just as it’s really starting to get hot and heavy and his hand’s slipped down with a thick digit dragging over the sliver of exposed skin just above the waistband of those soft and cute little shorts you’re wearing, Eddie’s booming voice echoes through the living room.

“Am I gonna have to get the fucking hose, Emerson? You two,” he nods to you both and your little compromising position as he barely hides a shit-eating grin, “Get a fucking room.”

“This fuckin..” Gareth grumbles in frustration as the two of you settle back into a position that works for watching the rest of the movie. You can feel your ears burning up when he mumbles low against the shell of one of them, “That uh…”

You roll over to face him, gazing up. “Hm?”

Gareth wants to punch his own throat because right now, words are failing him. Every single one he can think of leaves his brain in the same second. And finally, he does manage to get something out.

“I..” he grumbles at himself, annoyed. “I like you. A lot. Like you, like you.. Not just as a friend, okay? Do you understand?” he’s giving you this cute little flustered look and your mind is blown, you’re trying to process, your heart hammering away so fast you think it’ll explode.

You finally get your head around what he’s just said and you give him a sweet little smile as your hand rests against his face and the column of his neck. “I like you too. A lot. I wanted to say something but..” you take a deep breath. “It kinda scares the living shit out of me how much I like you. I’m not..” you fidget with the front of his shirt and look at his chest and he makes you look up at him instead. “I know, bunny. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” he mumbles and he says it so calm and so confident that you have no choice but to believe him.

Maybe you can take the risk this time. Maybe it’ll all work out.

You take a few shaky breaths and melt against him, still blushing because his friends burst in on you both just a few minutes before. “They’re gonna do that a lot, aren’t they?” you mutter, making him laugh. “Mhm. Fuckers.” he’s giving the three of them dirty looks while they’re arguing about a scene in the movie.

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I can see the end, you know.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YhLS2GR

by lesbianrab

Regulus fakes his own death and all his bffs are like “oh shit! I gotta support my best friend and betray voldemort bc reg is so much sexier” But not rlly, but also… sorta???

- And because james had star’s surrounding his head Regulus couldn’t help but melt. The stars were the ones that you drew when u were younger as triangles because you couldn’t draw them the proper way, they were blue and yellow. And it made Regulus so happy. James had made Regulus so happy, in a way he had never been.

Words: 2425, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi, F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Regulus Black, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Dorcas Meadowes, Pandora Lovegood, James Potter, Sirius Black, Walburga Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter, Mary Macdonald, Marlene McKinnon, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Severus Snape, Luna Lovegood, Orion Black

Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Pandora Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood, Bartemius Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

Additional Tags: They all have parental issues, regulus black and dorcas meadowes are bffs bc i want them to be, Unrequited Love, james potter has my heart, hes kind of an asshole in this fic tho, actually theyre all assholes, lily evans deserves better, regulus and evan get really high at some point so!, Secret Relationship, Friends With Benefits, sorta - Freeform, Angst and Drama, just pure angst tbh, fluff as well tho, barty is a funny asshole, theyre all good and betray voldemort, this has literally nothing to do with canon, Fuck Canon, Sexual Humor, Duelling, Jealousy, like so much jealousy, Desi James Potter, Lesbian Lily Evans Potter, Gay Regulus Black, dorlene are everyones fav lesbian couple but they got angst my bad, tbh they all have angst, i have mental problems they got angst end of, this is too many tags imma stop now, The Other Woman

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YhLS2GR

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[lazuli-bloom]

Gas Station Souvenir

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word Count : 3868

General fiction, first meeting

You work a few shifts at a shitty gas station off the interstate only to have something follow you.

--=--=--

Creeping darkness snuffed out the remnants of sunlight, and the twilight hours did not flatter that rundown gas station. Ignored grime fermented in the corners. The air carried the harsh scent of chemical cleaners and the pungent odors they failed to mask. The gas station sat cut off from society and seeping in growing shadows. It invoked a buzz of disquiet at the edge of your thoughts. It’s a place where it’s best to keep stops brief. Where the longer one stayed there, the stranger the place became.

But there you were, skulking the aisles of an eerie gas station. Dressed in clothes that could use a wash, with a name-tag pinned to your hoodie.

You needed money, and this place let you pick up a few shifts. They payed cash and didn’t ask too many questions, which was right up your alley. The pay wasn’t anything to write home about. Then again, nothing warranted contact with that lot.

Two weeks of shifts would bankroll you across a few more states. Your first day came with a warning from the full-time clerk training you; if you see anything strange, or unusual, ignore it. Pretend like you never saw it. Also, to stay away from the raccoons. The ones near the gas station were a lot meaner than most.

For most of your shifts, that was a rule you stuck to. It was a good rule to have. One that you really should follow. But on your last shift at the gas station, you broke that rule.

It was late into that last shift where yours overlapped with the night cashier. Running out of things to do, you started cleaning up the counters. You didn’t think you’d make much headway with cleaning, but it helped pass the time.

You reached the coffeepot’s counter and got to cleaning. Empty sugar and creamer packets all discarded into the trash. Amid wiping down spills, you noticed an oddity wedged between containers. A simple business card.

Unease urged you to leave it alone. Throw away the card and forget about it. That would be the smart decision. However, curiosity had other plans. It drove you to pick it up and look the card over. It was a business card, after all. How strange could that really be?

The card’s yellowed paper frayed at the corners. It advertised the services of a “Bio-Exorcist” but had no contact information. The only other detail was an unusual word printed three times. Not much to go off of.

You meander to the front counter, trying your damnedest to decipher that word.

“Beh-tel... Gi-use?” the syllables came out more like a question. A question that caught the attention of the full-time cashier. He glanced up from his book and asked what you said. “Just trying to read this.”

He sat down his book to look over the card.

“Bio-Exorcist? Like some kind of pest control? We have a few guys come in occasionally and do what they can, but the bugs and mice always come back. And snakes.”

“Weird way to phrase it. Maybe they’re trying to make it sound fancy? But that’s not what stumped me, it’s the word on there three times. You know what that says?”

“It’s a star in Orion.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve come across it a few times in some of the sci-fi novels I’ve read. It’s pronounced like Beetle-Juice.”

A frigid breeze chilled the two of you mere moments after he answered your question. Both of you turned to the front door, expecting a customer walking in and letting in the cool night air. But there was nothing. He handed you back the card and picked his book up.

“You should just throw that card away and forget about it.”

You want to ask why, but the question dies in your throat. You already knew why. Ignore the strange. Pretend it isn’t there, so it doesn’t cause you trouble. That hitchhiker you passed by several times and never saw him in the rear-view mirror? He seemed alright on his own. The lady at the shitty motel chilling the air on her way passed you to the pool? She obviously wanted to go swimming. That man you saw crawling on the ceiling during your stint here. None of your business. They had their problems, and you had your own.

Still, there was something nagging at you whenever you looked at the card. Something. Was it actually a something? Your burning curiosity? It almost felt as if it was someone telling you to keep the card, at least for a little while longer.

Once your co-worker was back to reading his novel, you looked over the card one more time. You mutter under your breath the name of the star, only to shiver when another strange rush of cold air crashed over you. You slip the card into your hoodie’s pocket and head to a spot of the gas station that wouldn’t give you chills.

The rest of your shift trudged along slower and slower. The closer to your freedom it got, the slower the seconds crept by. Customers became sparse, not helping stop time from dragging its feet. The only thing that you could do to pass the time was to keep up the futile effort of cleaning the counters. That and keep tabs on the one guy lingering in the gas station.

Said guy looked to be another of the ignore and forget them variety. His appearance alone was enough of a tipoff. Dirty suit in a black and white stripe pattern matched oddly with messy green hair. What hit home the message of “mind your own business” was the fact that you caught a glance of the guy gliding through the shelves. Nope. You may have been struggling to find things to do, but dealing with whatever Mr. Stripe Suit was up to was out of your pay grade.

Finally, the end of your shift was upon you. You took off your name tag and slammed it down on the counter to get the cashier’s attention. A grin plastered your face as you turned over the name tag. You asked for your pay, and he handed you your money. You count it to yourself before stuffing it into your pocket. Once all squared away, you waved him a quick farewell.

“Have fun with the stripe suit guy, He’s been looking at all the garbage snacks on the shelves for the past hour,” You mention maybe a little louder than you should have. But you weren’t sticking around, so who cares?

You get out to your car, where there were thankfully no raccoons trying to eat your tires, and hop in. It may have been getting late, but you wanted to at least get a few towns over before you stop at a motel for that night.

The motel you came across was on the cheaper end, but it was “good enough”. You quickly got your room squared away and after a sweep of the room you got into the shower. Once you got out, the air seemed to be colder than you expected it to be. You got your pajamas on and ended up putting your hoodie back on to keep some of the chill off you.

Stuffing your hands into your hoodie’s pocket, your fingers brush up against some worn paper. You take out the thing and look it over, instantly recalling what it was you were holding. The weird business card.

“Such a weird spelling to end up pronounced as Beetlejuice.”

A draft of cool air blew by and you shiver. You huff and go check the a/c, expecting it to be dialed unbearably low. However, you find the stupid thing turned off. You scowl and turn up the heat.

It kicks on with a struggle, but once it gets going you take a seat on the bed. You him to yourself and shift attention back to the card. Why did you even pocket this? Curiosity? Somewhat, but you’ve been curious about countless things before. A strange souvenir? You never collected oddities before, why start now?

Your eyes scan over the words one more time, this time reading the card out loud.

“For the bio-exorcist, call; Betelgeuse,”

Another breeze of cool air got you shivering again. Stupid heater needed to warm the room faster.

“Betelgeuse,”

Another draft, this time accompanied by the lights in the room flickering. Maybe this hotel wasn’t as “good enough” as you previously thought.

“Betelgeuse.” The lights buzzed loud as the last syllable passed your lips, and the next instant all the lights went out.

You grit your teeth and voice your complaints to no one. “Oh, come the fuck on!” You heave out a growl and get up to check out the window. With your luck, your room would be the only one with the electrical issues.

You march a few steps to the window when you heard a gravelly laugh, way too close for comfort. A chill shot down your spine. You whip around to see who was there but only find yourself in the inky darkness of the hotel room. Not even the outlines of the furniture stood out in the dark.

You ball your hands into fists, not planning to go down without a fight. Body shaking, you scan over the room, staining your eyes to find anything. You grit your teeth and bark out, “Who’s there?”

The reply didn’t come as a proper response, just more laughing, right up next to your ear.

You spin and bring your fist up to get as much force behind your punch as possible. You swing blindly, only able to use the sound to aim. And to both your relief and dismay, your fist connects with something cold and scratchy.

The lights flick on the next second, allowing you to see a man in stumbling back a few steps away from you as he cupping his cheek. You look him over and can’t shake the notion you’ve seen him before. Pale skinned and dark rings under his eyes with the green in his hair extending down into his stubble. There was also that ratty old coat that he wore over a monochrome striped suit.

Your brows knit as you piece together why his appearance looked familiar, and when it finally clicked, you took a step back. Shock surged in a fleeting moment, replaced swiftly by raising your guard once more. Your hands still clenched into tight fists, you demand to know who the hell he even is.

“Geez, babes, didn’t expect you’d be so punchy,” he laughed as he stood upright, still rubbing the side of his face. “not that I’m complaining.”

Your glare narrows as you try to not react to his flirtatious tone.

“Answer me.”

“You already know my name,” he said, taking his hand away from his face. He leaned forward with a grin spread across his face showing off sharp yellowed teeth. “You’re the one that summoned me after all.”

“Summoned? But I didn’t... wait. The card?”

“Yep. Said my name three times, spoken unbroken. And now I’m here.”

“You. You were at the gas station a few towns back. Who, or what are you?”

“Gotta say babes, kinda rude to only acknowledge me right as you leave. But I’m willing to forgive ya for that since you summoned me~”

“You didn’t answer my question. What are you?”

His grin faltered, likely due to you ignoring his flirtations. He must have wanted to get a rise out of you.

“I’m a demon. The ghost with the most and the best Bio-Exorcist out there!”

“So you’re a demon, ghost.... bio-exorcist?”

“Yep!”

The bright smile on his face alongside his cheerful tone threw you more than you expected it to. He looked so happy and excited at that moment. If he hadn’t just admitted to being a demon, ghost... bio-exorcist, you might have thought he was rather cute.

“I guess the demon-ghost thing explains why the first thing you did was try to scare the shit out of me.”

“You give quite the warm welcoming yourself babes, with that punch to my face.” There didn’t seem to be any anger in his gravelly voice. Something you took notice of was how the lighting in the hotel room made the green in his hair look more pink on the ends than you thought it should.

You press your lips into a tight line and cross your arms. After a moment of looking him up and down, trying to figure out the strange demon’s motive, you give up and just ask him. “So then Mr. Demon, what now? You wanting to get my soul or something?”

“Nope, nothing like that. You read my card, says right on it I’m a bio-exorcist.”

“That like pest control?”

“Pretty much, get all the breathers out of places so the ghosts there can relax.”

“You going to run me out of my motel room then?” you ask with a pointed glare, “’Cause I swear to god I’ll send your ass back to hell if you so much as try me.”

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were expecting from the demon, maybe a haughty display of power or aggression. It certainly wasn’t a purr with hooded eyes.

“So much fight and fire in ya! I like that.”

The growl in his voice when he said that made blood rush to your face. Damn this flirtatious bastard. He took your moment of shock to step closer.

“You don’t have to worry ‘bout that baby. You seem like fun. I won’t do anything, unless you want me to~”

You shake your head and regain some composure. You heave out a deep breath and take a step back. The fire on your face still burned, but you did your best to ignore it.

“How about this, Mr. Demon, pretend like this whole thing never happened? I go my way, and you go where ever to help as many ghosts as you want.”

This guy was full of surprises. You gave him a free pass to go bother as many others as he wanted and not have to put up with you. He should have been overjoyed. Instead he looked deflated, and weirder was you caught blue and purple seep into his hair.

“So soon? Bet we just started hanging out! Come on, we can be BFFFFs Forever!”

You searched his face for any sign of lying, anything to tip you off he wasn’t being genuine. That search came up empty. Furrowed brows, the stare of a hurt puppy, and blue taking over more and more of his once green hair.

“You... actually want to be friends?” you ask more to yourself than him, “I don’t think I’d be pleasant company.”

He tilted his head. At least the blue stopped spreading. That didn’t seem to be a color that suited him.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why wouldn’t you be pleasant company?”

You glance away, a bit thrown by the question. Maybe more by the tone of his voice, still rough and scratchy, but confused. And you could have sworn there was a trace of hurt softening his voice, but you might just be imagining that one.

He waited for an answer, and the longer you waited, the more it made you fidget. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He genuinely wanted to know your reason. Just get it over with, then he’ll finally leave and not want to hang around you.

You take in a deep breath and straighten up, holding yourself with strength and confidence. Qualities that you couldn’t fake well enough to even look him in the eye when you explained yourself.

“I don’t stick around anywhere for any more than a month. I don’t make friends, or keep in contact with anyone, I just keep moving. It’s better if I’m alone, that way nobody has to put up with me for very long.”

His head stayed tilted, like he still didn’t quite understand. Or maybe he did and wanted to know more. Either way, his expression stayed soft with brows knit quizzically. For a demon, he looked kinda cute.

You tap your foot and keep your gaze off him. This was stupid. Were you actually going to tell this Betelgeuse guy about your problems? Hopefully, he’ll get the picture and leave once you do. You bite your lip and heave out a drawn-out sigh.

“It’s hard to be around people for long stretches of time. Always being judged and have to walk on eggshells. Otherwise, I end up pissing off everyone for just wanting to be me. I got sick of not meeting stupidly high standard and left.

“There, happy? I’m just some annoying mortal, that can’t fit in. I’d rather not pal around with a demon only to end up pissing you off too. It’s easier if I’m alone.”

There was a silence between you and Betelgeuse. Your hands grip tighter on your arms as you wait for his reaction. Was he finally going to leave? Maybe he’ll try some trick on you before he does. You close your eyes, waiting. Still, there was only silence.

You chance a look up at him and find some blur rushing you. There wasn’t time to move, and you ended up with arms wrapped tight around your body. Before you had the chance to squirm out of the demon’s clutches, he pressed you tight against himself. His body was on the cooler side of what a body temperature should be. There was a unique odor to him as well. A variety of scents mixed; mold, mildew, dust, rot, but the strongest of them was damp earth.

“I knew I was going to like you!”

“Since when?” you ask, still squirming in his hug. He didn’t seem likely to let go of you soon. But that wouldn’t stop you from trying to at least get your arms a bit more freed up.

“When you punched me~”

His sing-song tone with a slight purr was not the tone you expected. Especially when bringing up the subject of you decking him in the face.

Your brain tried to process all the information you’ve got, but it was getting bogged down with too much weird things. You open your mouth to say something, but the words never come.

“So, babes!” Betelgeuse chirped, “What’s the plan? Cross Country road trip? See all the landmarks and weird roadside stops? Scare all the breathers from coast to coast?”

“You seriously want to tag along with me? My life is a train wreck. I can barely scrape by for myself most of the time.”

“Good thing I’m dead. I don’t need to eat. Or sleep. Plus~”

He leaned back and snapped his fingers. Odd, considering his arms didn’t budge from their hold on you.

At the snap the lights flickered once more, this time accompanied by all the furniture not bolted down, raising up to float. You turn your head as much as you can to look over the room. The mattress, table, chair, microwave. Hell, the bathroom door that was barely on its hinges rose and floated with all the other things.

Betelgeuse flicked his hand down and everything came crashing down to the ground with a loud clattering. You had the microwave’s rough landing in your line of sight. It landed on its corner, and that door flew off. You’re going to have to hide that later.

“I can help with that ‘barely scraping by’ thing.”

“How?”

“The finer points can wait, let’s just say I wouldn’t exactly get caught if I take something I like.”

Stealing. Got it. You groan and rack your brain to process all this. This demon-ghost seems very adamant about sticking with you. Not sure if that’s a great reflection on yourself. But regardless, you haven’t exactly had a lot of prolonged contact or socialization in a while. Maybe... ?

“Alright. You can stick with me. At least for a few weeks or something.”

The next thing you knew, your feet were off the ground. Air rushed over you as the room spun. Your feet were back on solid ground a moment later. As your brain was struggling to catch up, he pushed you backward. You latch on to Betelgeuse’s shoulders to keep from falling. His face came in close, planting a kiss before you could even react.

Your lips stayed shut tight as your cheeks burned. When he pulled you upright, you push against Betelgeuse with all your strength. Finally, you broke out of his hug.

He had a stupidly bright grin on that adorably punch-able scruffy face of his. You wipe off your mouth rather roughly before shooting him a glare. You head to the bathroom, where the door lay on the ground. Stepping over it, you grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth.

Betelgeuse peeked in for a moment and frowned when he saw what you were doing. He didn’t linger though, and at first you wondered what he could be up to, only to hear the TV blaring.

You drag your feet out of the bathroom and swipe the remote from the spot beside him on the bed. You thought about just turning it off, but decide to just turn the sound down before handing the remote back.

“I’m only staying here the one night and plan on getting up early to leave. Don’t care what you do so long as you keep it down and let me sleep.”

“You need me to sleep next to ya and keep the nightmares away~?”

“I though you said you didn’t sleep.”

“Don’t need to, but I can. And I’m willing to if I had a pretty little thing like you in my arms while I did.”

“I kick and roll in my sleep, also steal blankets. Doubt it would be comfortable. Seems like causing trouble for the other people here would be the more fun option for you,” you said as you turn off the lights. The one closest to the bed you left for last. You pull up the covers and crawl into bed before turning that light off too. “I might get a room with two queen beds next time, though.”

You yank the sheets out from being tucked in and quickly wrap yourself up in them. You bid him a goodnight, and he says one back. The room got quiet, and it seemed like he was actually going to keep it down so you could sleep. The TV buzzed softly with some show playing and your breathing slowed as you drifted to sleep. You were all snuggled up tight in the blankets, just about to plunge into the darkness of sleep. And the last thing you are half made aware of was an arm snake over your waist.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #musical beetlejuice x reader #I chose to edit this instead of sleeping #my writing

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Revelation Part 2

Harry Potter Marauders Era- Post Hogwarts 

Link to Part 1 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

Credit: Song in chapter: I forget where we were Ben Howard and a clip taken from the TV show Rescue Me (it was so fitting)

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You stormed back into the house muttering about how much you wanted to kick Regulus in the shins.

“Did daddy already piss you off?”

Sirius said with a smirk as he looked up from his place at the kitchen table. He clearly could see that you were in a less than happy state but he needed answers. The scowl on your face told Sirius that he was lucky to not be killed.

“You know if I didn’t adore you so fucking much I would bitch slap the hell out of you and yes he made me mad.”

You said before sitting down across from Sirius. He smiled innocently before making a drink appear in front of you.

“Is there booze in this?”

You questioned. Sirius nodded.

“It appears that is what you need.”

You laughed bitterly. Hell yes, you needed booze and Sirius needed to make sure that the drinks kept coming. If you got drunk, that would be just fine. Harry wouldn't be waking up anytime soon and if he did, Sirius could tend to him.

“You have no idea.”

You muttered. Sirius was quiet for a moment before finally deciding to speak again.

“Y/n, I normally don’t pry into your life mostly because we know everything about each other but I am feeling a bit left out and confused at the moment.”

You took a drink, knowing that it was time to tell Sirius the truth. All of your dirty and most passionate secrets were about to come spilling out to your best friend.

“We dated for three years.”

You replied. Sirius was clearly surprised. How did he and James not pick up on this? Were they that distracted that they didn’t notice you with Regulus? The better question was what did you really have in common with his little brother (other than an impeccable gift of sarcasm)?

“Wow...so was it some weird sex thing or an actual relationship?”

“It was an actual relationship combined with mind-blowing sex that would make Satan himself blush. Do you remember my friend Samantha?”

Sirius internally gagged at the word “mind-blowing sex.” To him, you were the funny girl that tagged around with the Marauders. Sure, Sirius was aware that you had lost your virginity but he wasn’t for sure to whom it was...now he knew.

“Yeah the girl from Ravenclaw, you used to study with her a lot.”

You shook your head.

“Samantha was actually your brother and I can tell you that there was no studying going on. Most of the time when I came back to the common room I was wondering if I had remembered my underwear.”

You had to stifle a look at the expression on Sirius’ face. He was quiet for a few moments longer before speaking again.

“So both of you are into some freaky shit, huh?”

Taking a sip of your drink, you only batted your eyes at Sirius.

“It depends on how you define the word freaky.”

You said replied with a sly smile. Had this conversation been with James there probably would have been a lot of yelling and screaming. With Sirius, it was a pleasant yet uncomfortable experience that both of you should look back on and laugh.

“Well, you call my brother daddy. That is some information that I could have totally gone without knowing. Now I can’t look at my little brother the same way. I'm going to call him daddy now just to witness his reaction.”

Sirius was relieved when you smiled.

“And that doesn’t surprise me. Let me make sure to find a camera because that will be an uncomfortable experience for both Regulus and myself.”

Sirius grinned.

“It was a very uncomfortable experience for me to hear earlier. Well...more like the rug being pulled out from underneath me. So, all jokes aside, what happened between the two of you?”

Your face darkened. This wasn’t a memory that you ever wanted to think about...the break up a week after graduation. It was like having the rug pulled out from under you. You still felt that way when you thought about it. Something had you convinced that Regulus was the one for you and maybe you still felt that way.

While you were in America, you had tried dating others but it never worked out. You always compared them to Regulus. They were always annoying you, talking too much, and didn't know how to touch you. Unbeknownst to you, you were the lucky one. You hadn’t been bitten during a moment of what was supposed to be exciting.

“Regulus decided that he didn’t want to disappoint your parents. They would never accept me because I am a blood traitor so bye bye Y/n.”

Sirius frowned.

“Is that why you took off to the states?”

You nodded.

“That would be the reason.”

Sirius’ was quiet again. He was trying to think of some “big brother-like” bit of advice that he could give you that might be helpful but he couldn’t think of anything. Everything that he had to offer sounded a bit condescending or downright cold…

Positive one, Walburga Black won’t be your mother-in-law Positive two, we don’t have to worry about James rolling over in his grave. Positive three,...

Sirius was sure that there were positive number three and if you gave him time he could come up with more.

“Why are you sitting here in my brother’s coat if you are so mad at him?”

You realized that you were still, in fact, still wrapped in Regulus’ coat. In your subconscious, you were enjoying having Regulus’ comforting scent around you.

“We were outside talking and he put it around my shoulders before pissing me off. I told him that he wasn’t getting his coat back and he isn’t. I’m a petty bitch and am going to keep this coat like that gold-hoarding dragon from The Hobbit.”

Sirius chuckled. He again realized how much that he had missed you over the past year.

“Alright Smaug junior, go take your gold and hide upstairs because I hear the front door opening.”

You jumped up and ran up the stairs as Regulus stepped in. Sirius took a sip of his tea before meeting his brother’s face. Regulus’ cheeks were pink from the chill of the evening.

“Is that hot?”

Sirius nodded.

“Just pour it on me.”

Sirius smirked as Regulus grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the couch and curled up in it.

“You know, a lesser man would have come back in for his coat. How are you doing, daddy?”

Regulus glared at Sirius before going to pour himself a cup of tea. It took all that Sirius had not to burst out laughing at the sneer on his brother’s face. Regulus looked like Sirius had force-fed him a lemon.

Y/n just missed a fine moment.

“Never call me that again! Maybe I don’t want to get punched in the face. Y/n is mad and I’m an idiot.”

Sirius shrugged.

“You said it.”

Regulus groaned sitting down. He wanted to apologize to you but he knew at the moment he would be better attempting to baptize a feral cat.

“I was trying to do her a favor.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t do Y/n any favors and let her make her own choices or possibly use the balls between your legs to tell mum and dad to fuck off?”

Regulus’ lip twitched at this brother’s comment. It was so easy for Sirius to talk about telling Walburga and Orion to fuck off. He wasn't the one that had to be “the good son.” That was all on Regulus’ shoulders. Sure, now his efforts were shot to hell but Regulus was doing the right thing...the noble thing.

“Have you forgotten what is on my left arm? Y/n is an auror and she is going to be working for Moody soon. What a fucking joke we both would be. A death eater dating an auror...and the other way around. I did her a favor.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you aren’t a death eater anymore. You are just acting like you missed your little nap.”

Regulus crossed his arms, reminding Sirius of the little boy that would turn Grimmauld Place into a literal nightmare on Elm Street when he didn’t have a nap during the day.

“She said...well screamed at my face...that she should have dated you because you would have been so much better to her.”

Sirius winced.

“Ouch. To be fair, she and I would kill each other. I would be better off dating you...with our family history no one would bat an eye.”

Regulus didn’t want to think about his family's pureblood history at the moment. He had enough on his plate.

“If you were dating me, I would kill you. Now I get to sit back and watch the two of you play house with James’ kid. Just a thought but you two may want to save some money for the therapy that child is going to need.”

Sirius stood up and shook his head.

“Nah, the little tyke is going to be just fine.”

Regulus wanted to make a snarky comment but decided not to.

“Where did Y/n go anyway?”

Sirius pointed to the stairs.

“Upstairs with your coat that is no longer yours. I would suggest leaving her alone unless you want to lose an eye. If you do bother her and lose an eye, I will forever compare you to a pirate.”

Regulus stood up and moved to leave the room.

“Yeah, well, fuck you.”

Walking upstairs, Regulus poked his head hesitantly into what was your room. When nothing was thrown at him, Regulus figured out that the room was empty. He had no idea what he was going to say to apologize to you. If you didn’t want to hear what he was going to say, you would let whatever words that he has to offer go in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t like things were before. He couldn’t just grab you and have his way with you anymore. Things were different and Regulus wasn’t sure if they would ever be the same.

Regulus stopped outside of Harry’s nursery at the sound of your soft voice singing. Looking into the room, but not making his presence known, Regulus watched as you cradled Harry. He stepped back outside the door with his back against the wall. Had Regulus forgotten how peaceful it sounded to hear your voice? When you weren’t being sassy (and things weren’t tense) you were the most calming person that Regulus had in his life.

Don't take it so seriously, no. Only time is ours . The rest we'll just wait and see. Maybe you're right, babe, maybe. Oh no, and that's how summer passed. Oh your, great divide and range of green green grass. Oh, maybe I hold on fast, to you . Hello love, my invincible friend. Hello love, the thistle and the burr. Hello love, for you I have so many words but I, I forget where we were

Stepping away from the room, Regulus knew it was best that he walked away for now.

Regulus didn’t see you the next morning either. You were gone before he woke up. It was Remus that told him “gently” that you had decided to go back to work as an auror. Regulus hated the thought of that altogether. You had no reason to go to work With the Potter family fortune, you could live comfortably and raise Harry. It wouldn’t be your style though. You were probably doing this just to spite him.

Your choice of being an auror was the topic of the first fight that the two of you had as a couple. It was funny, especially now, for Regulus to think that the first fight happened weeks before the breakup. Now he should have seen it was the beginning of the end.

“You’re what?!”

Regulus snapped. The two of you had met at the top of the astronomy tower. Graduation was a few weeks and you decided to drop the bomb of your career to be.

“You heard me. It's what I want to do, Reggie.”

“You do realize what I am right? I don’t think that it will be looked upon very highly for you to have a boyfriend that is a death eater.”

You smirked.

“No one technically knows anything right now as it is so…

Regulus pulled himself out of his memory when you stepped into the kitchen with Marlene McKinnon on your heels. Sirius quickly leaned over and playful elbowed Regulus in the side with a smile that said, there is your woman.

“I’m an idiot. I never should have broken up with him, Y/n. I’m just a mess.”

Regulus watched as your eyes fluttered in his direction before looking away...as if he were not even in existence.

“Marlene, there is hope. It comes with batteries. Trust me, no man is worth that much aggravation. I understand why Dorcas loves women. Let me tell youI am a big supporter of the lesbian community. I wish that I was a lesbian.”

Sirius, Regulus, and Remus both looked up at that. It took all that you had not to laugh at the expression on the face of every man in the room.

“What?”

Remus questioned. You put your bag down before turning to face Remus and a very amused Sirius.

“Like gay guys, they really have it made. So think about it, you’re a guy and your with a guy who has the same interest as you that's like a win-win situation. First of all, you both like to have a lot of sex and if you’re both interested in sports you can go to hockey games, football games, quidditch matches. It's all blowjobs and ball games.”

Sirius immediately started laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his chair. This was going to be one of those Y/n conversations that he had missed so much over the past year.

“Blow jobs and ball games?”

Remus questioned, stifling a laugh, before turning to Sirius wondering if his lover was going to make it through this conversation. You, meanwhile, smirked over the top of the drink that Marlene handed you.

“Sweetie, no matter the sexual orientation every relationship goes great until the both of you start having secret evil plans to piss each other off. This doesn’t apply to Sirius and Remus because you two are the perfect relationship having freaks.”

Sirius grinned.

“You think so??”

You groaned.

“Buzzkill, Marlene. So what you are saying is even if you and I were doing each other, we would be doomed?”

Marlene nodded before deciding to use your comment.

“There is hope. It comes with batteries.”

You were watching Regulus out of the corner of your eye. He was only blinking with a small amused smirk on his face. Clearly, he had no idea that this was the conversation that everyone in this room had on a regular basis.

“I’m going to take a nap.”

Sirius stood up to take his empty cup to the sink.

“Remus and I are taking Harry clothes shopping. Do you have any requests on what not to buy?”

You shook your head.

“I think that you two will be just fine. Marlene, what are you doing tonight?”

Marlene was gathering up her sweater and handbag.

“Going to find a new boyfriend that runs on batteries.”

You gave her a thumbs up before turning and walking out of the room.

(1 hour later…)

You lay awake staring at the ceiling. From the time that you had laid down, your mind was on Regulus. Being back in the same house was quickly wearing on you. Every moment that you looked at him, you wanted nothing more than to get your hands back on your former lover.

Face it, princess, you still love him and want nothing more than to fuck his brains out.

You could take your own advice and invest in a good vibrator. It wouldn't be good enough though. Nothing would be as good as the real thing.

There is nothing wrong with teasing Regulus and let him see what he’s missing.

That could be the most promising advice that you could give yourself at the moment. Sitting up, you let your eyes fall to the trunk that was in the corner. It was the one trunk that you hadn’t unpacked yet. You knew inside was one of Regulus’ school white dress shirts. After one very steamy sex meet up, you may have just taken it back to the Gryffindor tower with you.

You didn’t want to think about how over the past year that you would wear that shirt when you wanted to feel close to Regulus again.

Don’t be a buzzkill.

You thought as you shook the thoughts from your mind. Grinning evilly, you slid your dress, bra, and knickers off before opening the trunk and looking for the article of clothing that you needed.

Stepping outside of your bedroom door, you stood dressed in only Regulus’ shirt unbuttoned halfway with nothing else underneath. You had sent Sirius a message and told him to take Harry out for ice cream. This would be enough to keep Remus and Sirius out for a bit longer. You would have enough time to work your “magic.”

You peaked your head around the corner before walking into the living room. Regulus sat rather unsuspectingly minding his own business with a book on his lap. You weren't sure what would happen after this incident took place. Were you ready to take Regulus back and risk having your heart broken again? You weren't sure 100%. Time would have to tell on that one but getting laid for the first time in years sounded nice.

Time to put this plan into action

The moment that you walked casually through the living room you were never more thankful to be such a good actress. You were able to keep your face straight without blushing when Regulus looked up and dropped the drink that he was holding in his free hand. The only regret that you had was that you couldn’t see the expression on his face. You have paid money to be able to see what his face looked like.

Casually, you walked into the kitchen acting as though you didn’t see him. You had no idea what you were going to do in the kitchen. After standing still for a moment, you opened the refrigerator to look for some mystery item that would catch your eye. You had been pawing through the refrigerator for all of three seconds when you heard Regulus’ voice.

“One question, is that my shirt?”

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[mvnvgedmischief]

unremarkable days.

summary: sirius black is trying to be a good man, a good brother, a good person. Sirius has a steady job designing book covers for a publishing house, a flat he never leaves, and a traumatized brother who was just removed from the custody of his parents. All in all, it's wildly unremarkable.

chapter:  4/?

characters: sirius black, regulus black, wolfstar, background marauders

tags: tw: canon compliant abuse, child abuse, social services, abuse

words: 3. 8 k

read it on ao3 here

read the last chapter here

Sirius knew that work was going to be high stress all day. He felt sick to his stomach, thinking about the way he would continuously have to talk to people, when all he wanted was some peace. He wanted downtime. Time when he didn’t have to think about how he needed his paycheck to put food on the table, clothes on his brother’s back, pay bills to keep his lights on, wifi for homework. Regulus occupied his thoughts at all times, protecting him was Sirius’s only priority these days. He didn’t have time for anything else. Not his friends, not his interests, not music. Nothing could come between his focus and his brother’s wellbeing, because if it did, Sirius would never forgive himself. The consequences were too dire. So instead, he just wished for downtime that wouldn’t come, and prayed for the weekend to approach even faster. 

The weekend, when he could finally sleep again, albeit not well. The weekend, when he had the time to take a breath, even if it was only brief. Because his weekends were also spent finding ways to better equip his apartment for his younger brother, going to long grocery runs so Regulus had lunch to take to school, meal prepping all of the things he couldn’t bring himself to eat for dinner. He was definitely tired of all of the ways his mind was spiraling out, he didn’t have the time. He didn’t fault Regulus for it, it wasn’t the teen's presence in his life that was causing all this stress. It really was his own fault. A bit of crying at that first hearing had given Walburga and Orion the satisfaction of a victory over him at that first hearing, and they seemed to crave more of that chaos. They wanted to watch their children suffer, and this was how they chose to do that. So instead he spiraled in the privacy of his own home, because he could practically hear the words they burned into his mind whenever he saw them, and feel the ache of old beatings. 

But it was only Thursday, and that meant he still had to do this all day, and  then get berated by the rest of the team for not attending their weekly bonding happy hour. If he was lucky,  no  one would ask him to go. He knew he should be less terrified of them asking, most of the people on his team were his friends. There was simply the question of Remus, and Sirius didn’t have the time to be thinking about him in the first place. 

He didn’t have time to think about  the way his hair curled just the right way to fall into his eyes when he slept, or the way his caramel freckles made him look sunkist. He didn’t have time to think about the  pink scars that ran down Remus’s face or how they got there. He definitely didn;’t have time to think of the comfort  of his hand combing through Sirius’s own mop of unruly curls. So instead, he needs to  put  all of that out  of his mind. It wasn’t going to help him do well at work. It wasn’t going to solve his problems. He didn’t have the  time for this, nor did he have the emotional bandwidth. Perhaps that was why Sirius was conveniently avoiding the idea that he had asked Remus on a date. With some luck, Remus would think he was just an asshole who ghosted him. That was definitely complicated by the fact that they worked together, that he couldn’t just disappear. He wanted to, he really did, because there was simply no time. 

He set up his deliverables as though he had made tons of them, because his employment in this company  rode on it. Just two months ago, he was pegged to be promoted within the next two cycles, and now he could barely hold on to his sanity enough to handle his workload. He was so fucking tired, and he had so much on his plate. He needed to mentally prepare himself for the long day of meetings ahead of him. He had no true motivation to do his job right now, all he knew was that his exhaustion was no excuse. He knew that his boss, Alice, was giving him a whole lot of leeway right now. She was probably doing more than she should to help him. Being a mentor on the senior design team didn’t mean she needed to keep tabs on his personal life and pick up his slack. 

“Sirius–” 

When Sirius focused back into the meeting he was calling into, it occurred to him that they’re talking to him. So he did what he always did, blamed it on a shoddy connection. 

“Oh, sorry, can you repeat that? My audio cut out.” 

“Remus was saying that some of  the poems could probably use illustrations, and he was wondering if you had any ideas on which ones needed it.” 

“Thanks, Peter.” Sirius was glad that he knew the people on this team, that Peter and James were as close to him as anyone could be. Because otherwise, he’d probably be fucked. 

“So I was looking through them, and I was thinking Bite, Magick, and Love I could probably use larger scale illustrations. But at the same time, we don’t want to crowd the book. How attached are you to the current order or page arrangement?” 

It felt too close, but he was lucky that he had at least read the titles of some of the poems in the first half of the book. Sirius knew Remus didn’t actually know what his level of involvement was. He thought it was just doodles, but Sirius would be responsible for presenting everything from kearning and font choice within the pages, to illustration and cover art to the design team. He was integral to the success of this book as a product, and he  needed to start acting like it. 

“I’m pretty attached.” Remus sounded cold to Sirius, and he wondered what exactly he had done wrong in this meeting. And yet, he didn’t have time to think on it. He needed to keep things moving, keep getting valuable information out of the author. Hook up be damned, Sirius needed this book to actually get off the ground. 

 “Okay, well we should get a meeting on the calender to discuss. What poems and what scale of illustrations you want–” 

“Shouldn’t you be deciding what the illustrations look like and the logistics of those. Isn’t that what you  get paid for?” Remus really wasn’t making this easy on Sirius. But he had dealt with bigger demons and divas then whatever this attitude was. So he put on a light and airy smile, one they’d never know didn’t reach his eyes over the low quality webcam and nodded. 

“If you’d like to take a hands off approach with the design work, that can absolutely be arranged. But in the case of a fledgling project with a new author, the design team, myself included, really hope to prioritize your artistic license so that we can get a better sense of your vision for your literature, should Quill move forward with other publications in the future.  We can provide a completely in-house service, with as much input as you feel necessary during the design process, and deliver collateral towards the end of the project when final edits are done, if you would prefer, Mister Lupin.” 

Sirius practically wanted to scream. He needed Remus to stop fucking with his job, with his livelihood. He couldn’t lose this project. He needed all of the billable hours he could get if he was going to justify the overtime he needed in order to provide for his brother. This was ridiculous. But his clinical and polite answer must have thrown Remus, because he didn’t get much more attitude out of him. The back and forth had ended. So instead, Sirius pulled up his deliverables for the week, which included new iterations for the covers, and twelve illustrations for the three poems he had mentioned. 

He noticed the way Remus looked at his drawings, like he was pained by whatever his thoughts were, and Sirius wants to scream that he’s under no obligation to think that they’re good. But then he remembers that Remus seemed to be nitpicking on purpose, based on his critique of the design system itself. Sirius didn’t have the time to deal with that level of petty, just because he hadn’t been answering. He was too busy. He had too much on his plate. So instead he continues his presentation. 

“I don’t like any of these. Maybe you should start over.” Remus sounded vindictive, even mean. Like he was doing this out of spite.  Sirius could feel his heart drop in that moment. He didn’t want to start over. He didn’t have the time. 

“What do you not like about them?” Sirius is trying to salvage his work while he can. 

“The vibe is off.”

“Oh, is there something specific that throws it off or...” Sirius trailed off, wondering what exactly he needed to change. 

“No, it’s the whole thing. All of them are just off.” 

Sirius needed to think quick on his feet. He didn’t have the time to start from scratch, so he pulled up his original thumbnails that he had discussed with Remus. 

“These are the original sketches we discussed. I moved forward with the ones we talked about. I’m happy to rework those sketches,” no, he wasn’t. “But if there’s another sketch that you think would fit your vision better, please let me know.” He felt like he was pleading with Remus not to hate his artwork. He’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t a blow to his self esteem to hear that everything that he did was bad. 

“No, I would suggest you start over.” 

Sirius nodded, his mind immediately whirring with ways he could start over and re-design this project. He really didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to do hundreds of thumbnails to get set on thirty, only to be destroyed in a meeting again. Especially when Remus seemed so excited about all of his illustrations before the meetings. It felt like too much. He didn’t have the energy for this kind of behavior. 

Luckily, Marlene directed the conversation away from Sirius’s work. The rest of the call went on without a hitch, like the only person who’s work Remus had a problem with was Sirius’s. He knew that it was more likely for Remus to have a problem with him, because design work was usually something an artist thought of as easy; however, this felt calculated and cold. If Sirius had been avoiding Remus before, it definitely wasn’t about to get better. So instead, he listened to the end of the meeting, and started the project all over again. He could do this. It was an unremarkable critique. It didn’t matter.

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[omgrachwrites]

Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluff if you squint, angst, Jily being adorable, Lily being the amazing mum friend

Words: 2168

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this part and I am once again apologising for the angst! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all very much! xxx

Chapter Seventeen

Lily looked at you like you had gone mad – and perhaps you had – as she nervously fiddled with the napkin on her lap, her green eyes were ablaze with worry. Your heart pounded in your chest, you had asked Sirius to meet you by The Whomping Willow after breakfast because you had to talk to him about something important. You could hear the blood pounding in your own ears, so loud that drowned out the loud noise of The Great Hall.

All of your friends thought that you had gone mad and to be quite honest, you couldn’t blame them but you had to do this. No matter what the cost, it was something that had to be done. Lily sighed as she put her piece of buttered toast down and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? What if things go sour, won’t you regret it?”

It had been something that you had been going over repeatedly in your head, you had weighed up all the pros and cons, and you were certain that this was what you wanted, “I’ve thought about it long and hard, Lils. Even if it goes wrong, I won’t regret it. If I don’t do this it will kill me with the not knowing,” you forced a nervous smile as you checked your watch, “I should get going.”

Lily nodded as she gave you a tight hug, “good luck Y/N, and be careful,” you smiled at Lily before you quickly walked into The Entrance Hall, bumping into Regulus in the process.

“Hi, Y/N, where are you running off to so early?” he teased and you smiled up at him guiltily, feeling completely awful.

“Nowhere in particular,” you lied before getting an idea, Regulus was such a nice boy and you hated what you were doing to him. What you were going to do to him. You cupped his cheek and you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him full on the lips. He hesitated slightly before he wrapped a hand in your hair and he kissed you back. The swipe of his tongue was far gentler than Sirius’ but you preferred Sirius’ fiery hot kisses, and with that thought you pulled away.

Regulus’ eyes were glazed over and his lips were slightly swollen and he licked them nervously, “what was that for?” he chuckled breathlessly, “I’m not complaining but it was just….unexpected.”

You merely smiled at the handsome boy as you kissed his cheek softly. What else could you do? “Goodbye Regulus,” you whispered, smiling at him before walking out onto the grounds.

Sirius was already waiting for you, looking effortlessly gorgeous with his long curly hair blowing in the wind and you longed to run your fingers through it. He was wearing his favourite dragon hide jacket that made him look like the lead singer from some muggle punk band. Sirius grinned cheekily at you as you approached him but you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes or make them crinkle.

“We need to talk,” you both said it at the same time. Sirius chuckled as he cupped your chin between two long fingers and he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, “ladies first,” he smiled and you almost melted on the spot, as cliché as that sounded.

You took a deep breath, gaining your courage as you wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair, “these past couple of months have been amazing with you, with you I feel like me. The me that I want to be. But, being with you in secret isn’t enough, I know that it was my idea but it’s not enough anymore. I want to be with you, completely and utterly, let’s run away together, forget about everything and just go. I don’t want to marry your brother, I’ll tell everybody that the wedding is off; all I want to do is be with you. I love you Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes widened and for a split second you saw the vulnerability in his eyes before they turned uncharacteristically hard as he moved away from you, “no, don’t do that. Don’t call off the wedding, Y/N you should go through with it, just like you always planned to.”

“Why?” you whispered, your heart was suddenly filled with dread, you didn’t like where this was going. You had told him you loved him and he hadn’t said it back.

“Because this is wrong, us being together,” those were the words that sent a bullet straight to your heart and you sucked in a long and shaky breath, “you’re engaged to my brother, my little brother and we’re sneaking around behind his back. Don’t you see? I’m supposed to look out for him, not betray him.”

Tears filled your eyes, you wished that they wouldn’t. You had had the courage to tell him that you loved him. How could he break up with you and throw it back in your face like that?

“What are you saying?” you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your robes.

“I’m saying that this needs to come to an end, this thing between us. I mean we only agreed that this would be temporary right?”

You scoffed as you shook your head, you couldn’t believe the absolute drivel that was spewing from his mouth, “yeah until it wasn’t! Don’t forget, it was you who wanted to start all this in the first place!”

Sirius shrugged and he looked exactly like boy he had always been, before you let him into your heart, you couldn’t believe that you actually thought there was a different side to him, he’d always be the same. You had been such an idiot, “It’s not fair on Regulus, I don’t want a relationship that’s built on lies,” like a coward he refused to look you in the eye.

“Well, what about me?” the tears were falling freely now but you didn’t care. You just didn’t understand why he was saying this to you. Did he want you to hate him?

“You’re a girl Y/N, there are plenty of those at Hogwarts and I’ve been neglecting them, you belong with my brother, he actually really cares about you. Why don’t you run on back to him?”

Fury replaced your sadness like a fire, where did he get the nerve to speak to you like that? Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and slapped him across the face. What was worse was the fact that you didn’t even feel bad. Sirius looked at you completely shocked as he rubbed his cheek. You were so angry that you didn’t even see the hurt in his eyes, “fuck you Sirius, you’re always going to be alone and I feel sorry for you,” he winced at your words but you didn’t care.

You flounced away in a flurry of tears, stomping through the grass as salty tears ran over your cheeks and lips. You ran to the common room and up to the dormitories so fast that you were sure that it must have been a world record. You cocooned yourself beneath the duvet and didn’t move until Lily came into the room and cautiously stroked your hair just like a mother would as she sat on the edge of your bed.

“What happened sweetie?” she asked and you sniffled the skin beneath your eyes were sore from crying but it seemed like you had cried out all your tears.

“I don’t want to talk about it, is that okay?” you mumbled, peeking up at her from beneath the duvet.

She nodded understandingly as she kissed your forehead, smoothing your hair back, “of course that’s okay angel, try and get some sleep. I’m sure that this whole situation will look much better after a good sleep. I’ll be right here until you fall asleep.”

You nodded, you hated feeling this way but you supposed that you ought to feel this way after Sirius had been a complete arsehole. You were so grateful that you had an amazing friend like Lily and true to her word; she stayed with you until you fell asleep.

Lily sighed as she walked down the steps and sat next to James on the couch, resting her head against one of his broad shoulders, she was so worried about you.

“How is she?” James asked as he closed the book he was reading.

Lily bit her bottom lip as she drew circles into her boyfriend’s chest, “she looks absolutely heartbroken James and she won’t tell me what’s wrong. For the first time, where Y/N is concerned, I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh Lily-flower,” James sighed as he pulled her into his chest tighter, kissing the top of her head, “I’m sure that everything will work itself out in the end. But I don’t think it’s our place to interfere even if they are our best friends. Though, Sirius did look very upset when I saw him before.”

“What are we going to do James?” Lily sighed as tears filled her eyes, it seemed hopeless.

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It had been about three weeks since Sirius had called things off with Y/N and it was killing him more every day. Y/N had told him that she loved him and all he wanted to do was grab the beautiful girl and kiss her, and tell her that he loved her too. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t hurt his little brother, not when he knew that Regulus loved her too.

Y/N had recently been walking down the corridor hand in hand with Regulus and there was an easy beautiful smile on her face. They were official now, they were officially going out. Sirius was hiding his true feelings by doing what he did best, and that was sleeping with random girls. Remus had tried to talk him out of it but it didn’t work, somehow the random girls made Sirius feel better, he just pretended that they were Y/N.

He currently had a Ravenclaw girl named Maya backed into the stone wall, he was shamelessly flirting with her and she seemed to be really into it, “Sirius Orion Black! We need to talk!” an angry voice filled the corridor and when Sirius turned around he discovered that it was Lily and he’d never seen her so angry. Maya giggled nervously and kissed his cheek before sauntering off down the hallway.

Lily stomped towards him and he almost cowered away, “we need to talk about Y/N and what went down between the two of you,” her cheeks were red and she placed her hands on her hips.

Sirius sighed as he dragged a hand through his mane of tangled hair, he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. It hurt too much, “I don’t want to talk about it,” Sirius mumbled and Lily tossed her head angrily.

“I don’t care Sirius! Y/N is my best friend and no matter how much I hate to admit it, you’re my friend too and you’ve both been miserable for weeks. Now are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to jinx it out of you?”

Sirius chuckled a little at Lily’s fire and he suddenly felt his eyes go misty, Lily’s face softened ever so slightly, “she told me that she loved me and she told me that she wanted to be with me and I broke up with her,” he sniffed, rubbing the heel of his hand against his eyes.

A muscle fluttered in Lily’s jaw and her nostrils flared, “why? Why would you do that? That is so selfish Sirius! You’ve successfully ruined both of your lives!”

“Merlin, Lily! I know, I wasn’t planning on ending it but then I found out that Regulus is in love with her and he’s my baby brother. I can’t hurt him; I’m always supposed to look out for him. I love Y/N, I love her so much that it’s hard to breath and every time I see her, it’s like I’m looking at my future, but that’s not right. She’s Regulus’ future and he deserves her.”

“Oh Sirius,” she sighed and placed a gentle hand on his arm, it was such a nice change of pace, normally they were at each other’s throats.

“Things are how they should be,” Sirius shrugged as he felt tears prick at his eyes, “the prodigal son gets the beautiful and amazing woman. While the family disappointment is destined to be alone, slaking his lust on random women. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

Lily’s eyes filled with tears and she sniffled before lunging forward and pulling Sirius into a hug. Sirius let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in as he wrapped his arms around Lily and hugged her back. He let himself be hugged; he didn’t know how much he needed it. With his friend’s support he knew that he would somehow get through this.

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[seanfalco]

Period. | Nathan Young x Reader

Word count: 1k Prompt: I wish you'd write a fic where the reader (non gender specific bc not all people who have periods are women, not all women have periods) gets her period and doesn’t want to do *adult thingz* with Nathan and they have to explain it to him.  I feel like he might've ignored that part in his health classes. Requested by: Anonymous Warnings: Nathan being lewd as usual, period mention, mild smut a/n: Takes place after current events in Repeat Offenders, in which Nathan has his magic/reality warping powers.  Borrowed an idea from @misskittysmagicportal​ as to something Nathan can do with said powers. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Hey you,” Nathan purred in your ear as he snaked his arms around you from behind, catching you by surprise as you stood in the refrigerator door peering inside for something to snack on.

“Hey,” you exclaimed, giving a short huff as you shut the door again, nothing sounding good.  Turning in Nathan’s arms, you wrapped your arms around him as well, reaching up on your toes to lay a peck to his lips.

“What’s up?” he asked, backing you up against the counter, his hands coming to rest on your hips.  

“I’m hungry, but I don’t know what t’eat,” you grumbled and Nathan smirked at the pout on your lips.

“I’ve got somethin’ you could eat, darlin’,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Not in the mood, you rolled your eyes, turning your face as he tried to kiss you, his lips connecting instead with your cheek and he frowned as he pulled back.

“What, not hungry for tube steak?” he asked, snickering as you slipped around him, groaning disgustedly.

“Nathan.”

He followed you to the bedroom where you threw yourself down atop the bed.  Toeing off his trainers he climbed up next to you and pulled you closer.  Despite your hormonal burst of annoyance at him just minutes ago, you let him kiss you, sighing into his mouth at the softness of his lips and practically melting as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your jawline tenderly.

However when his tongue darted out, seeking to deepen the kiss, his hand traveling down your chest and attempting to slip between your legs, you gently pushed him back.

“Not right now, Nathan,” you mumbled, a wicked cramp choosing that moment to grip you and you let out an involuntary whine.

“You alright?” he asked, noticing your discomfort and you scowled.

“No,” you grumbled, “Aunt Irma’s visiting.”

Nathan frowned, confusion coating his features.  “Who?”

Sighing heavily, you pinched the bridge of your nose as your eyes slipped shut.  “I’m on th’rag, Nathan, it’s my time of th’month,” you explained, but Nathan still looked lost as you opened your eyes.

“Your time of th’month for what?” he asked and despite your sour mood, you snorted with amusement.

“Nathan, I’m on my fuckin’ period.”

“Ohhhhh,” he exclaimed, finally getting it.  “Why didn’t y’say so in the first place?” he asked.

“I did,” you snapped back, your brows furrowing irritably.

“Well, excuuuuse me for not bein’ up t’date with all your… female euphemisms,” he exclaimed, sitting up.

“Ughhhh,” you groaned loudly, throwing your arm over your face.

“So, no sex at all then?” he ventured, flinching slightly when you moved your arm to glare at him.  “You sure?” he asked, crawling back toward you, his hand gently massaging your abdomen.  “I could do that thing with my tongue you like so much,” he offered, smirking at you.

“What part of ‘I’m on my period’ do you not get?” you asked, a disgusted look on your face at the thought of him going down on you right now.

“What, I could get my red wings,” he said and your eyes widened, “I’ve done loads of worse shite than that before,” he argued.

“Nathan, no,” you insisted, not even ready to unpack all of that at the moment.  “I know there’s some people out there who’re into that, but I’m in a lot of pain right now and I don’t wanna think about that.  I just want some chocolate, my heating pad, and to cuddle with my boyfriend.  Please?” you asked, pleading with him with your eyes.

“Say no more,” he replied without hesitating, waving his hand with a flourish and a large bar of fancy chocolate appeared out of thin air moments later which he handed to you with a kiss to your temple as he slid off the bed, going in search of your heating pad.

By the time he’d returned you were already a third of the way though the bar and you accepted the heating pad with a sigh, melting yourself into Nathan’s embrace as he fit his body to yours, draping his arm over your hips.

“Thank you,” you murmured graciously and Nathan reached up to stroke your arm.

“Yeah, well, excuse my boner for pokin’ into your arse,” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but press your backside harder against him, feeling his cock twitch through his jeans as he groaned.

“God, you’re evil,” he exclaimed and you twisted to look back at him, a thought occurring to you after what he’d attempted to use his power for in Vegas.

“I promise, as soon as the red tide recedes, I will rock your fuckin’ world, babe,” you promised, bringing a reluctant grin to your boyfriend’s lips.  “Until then, maybe I can help you get off another way.”

Drawing on his new power, you focused on how you wanted to warp reality, on what you wanted to make happen and you felt Nathan stiffen behind you, his hips involuntarily grinding against you as a groan left his lips.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he stuttered, whining loudly as you used his own magic to jerk him off.  “Fuck, [y/n], I’m gunna blow my load in my pants at this rate.”

“D’you want me to stop?” you asked, catching Nathan’s eye over your shoulder.

“No, dear God, don’t stop!” he cried after a moment, a very brief moment of contemplation, and soon he was coming, pressing his face against your shoulder as his whole body tensed, letting out a strangled moan.

Once he’d caught his breath, he sighed heavily and looked down at his pants.  “Jesus, so that’s what that feels like,” he mused, rolling off the bed to change into a clean pair of boxer briefs, leaving his soiled clothes where they lay.

“No offense or anything, because I did get off, but I think I agree with you,” he announced, crawling back behind you.

“About what?” you asked, snapping off a piece of chocolate and offering it to him.

“As good as that felt, I think I prefer it when I’m actually inside yeh,” he admitted and you laughed, pulling his arm back around you.

“I love you, you dork,” you said and Nathan nuzzled into your hair.

“I love yeh too.  I hope your period ends soon,” he sighed, bringing another laugh to your lips.

“Yeah, me too.”

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[riverthunder]

The Stars in Our Skies

For @thespacecryptid for the @ironstrangehaven Gift Exchange ❤️

Link to AO3 Post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28625829

Notes:

Alrighty, so first I need to apologize to my giftee, TheSpaceCryptid. I tried to finish your gift early, and I want to say I had it done sometime between the 15th and the 20th? And after a lazy Christmas Day I went into my Google Drive to post this and it was just... gone. I have no idea what happened. So I had to redo the whole thing from scratch. In some ways I like this version a lot more, though- and in others I think the original was a little better? But overall I'm pleased with this.

You had a lot of ideas I absolutely adore- like Asexual Stephen (insert my heart eyes here), and stargazing dates, and these two being professors. Just. Mwah. Beautiful.

Also, I'm tagging this as Teen due to some discussions of sex- nothing graphic, though, obviously- since I headcanon ace Stephen as a sex-repulsed asexual like myself.

I hope you like the fic and your bonus artwork to make up for how late this ended up being! Apologies again!!

The Stars in Our Skies

Tony stared just a little bit as the new astronomy teacher strolled into the break room and began fixing himself a cup of oolong tea. He had a beautiful face, with sharp cheekbones and a well-defined jaw, as well as piercing, beautiful eyes. Tony also had a funny feeling that he’d met the astronomy teacher many times before, but he couldn’t put a finger on where.

He knew Professor Strange had been a surgeon back in the day, and he was sure he’d seen him at some of the galas he’d attended in his youth. But it felt like he’d seen Strange more recently than that.

He was very obviously distracted during his class, and he gave up on whatever physics explanation he’d been trying to give the poor engineering class he was clearly confusing, and told them to just go ahead and work on homework, giving them a bonus extra two days on his latest paper as well to top it off while he sat back down at his desk to think.

At the end of the period, two of his best students came to sit next to him.

“Everything okay, Professor Stark?” Peter asked while Harley gave him a knowing smile.

“Fine, boys, just a little off my rhythm is all,” Tony said, trying to look unconcerned.

“You sure?” Harley asked innocently. “Sure it’s not something else? A certain someone, maybe? Like… I dunno… the hot new astronomy professor?”

Tony had been taking a drink of coffee and choked on it at Harley’s words, which was decidedly not good, since the coffee was still piping hot thanks to his specially designed insulated mug. “I- you- what?” Tony spluttered.

“What?” Harley asked innocently. “He’s kinda like you, Professor. A silver fox. He’s smokin’.”

“Harley!” Peter said indignantly. “You can’t say that about a professor!”

Harley shrugged. “Too bad, it’s true, Pete. ‘Sides, Professor Stark should come to terms with the idea.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at Harley’s tone. “Oh really?” He asked. “Why?”

Harley shrugged innocently. “Because I wrote Professor Strange a note in your handwriting and hid it in his desk drawer asking him to go on a date with you tonight at 8:00.”

Tony stood up so quickly his coffee mug almost spilled all over the papers he’d collected from his first period, but before he could shout at Harley at the top of his lungs, a certain handsome professor was standing in his doorway.

“Oh,” Stephen said, looking from Tony to their students. “I’m sorry, are you busy? I could come back another time.”

He was holding a piece of paper that had obviously been folded a few times in one of his trembling hands.

“No, we were just leaving,” Harley said sweetly.

Peter felt himself blushing for some reason as he passed Professor Stark a quick note of his own. “Um, I just wanted to know if you’d please check my work on these chemistry notes,” he said.

Tony glanced down at them. A new web-fluid design. He nodded to Peter. “Yes. Yes. I’ll look them over and e-mail you with any necessary changes.”

“Thanks!”

Without another word, Peter seized Harley’s upper arm and dashed out of the room, while Harley laughed and tried to protest, clearly thrilled with watching Tony flounder in the presence of his crush. You could hardly blame him. Seeing Tony Stark, Iron Man, who was a professor for fun, flounder, was a rare and almost unheard of sight.

“Hello, Professor Stark,” Strange said politely, and Tony felt his face heating up. “Um- hi- I-”

“I am very sorry,” Stephen said, setting the note in his hand down on Tony’s desk. Tony caught a glimpse of the handwriting- fucking identical to his own. That damn Keener brat. When Tony got his hands on him-

“But I am afraid I must decline your invitation.”

Oh.

Tony hadn’t even known he was asking Stephen on a date a few minutes ago, but somehow Stephen’s words still stung.

“Oh,” he said out loud. “Uh… busy?”

“No,” Stephen replied.

Yeah, that definitely hurt.

“Oh.” Tony glanced at the note and quickly plucked it off the desk. “Okay. That’s fine, I understand. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with this.”

“You didn’t,” Stephen told him. “It was actually very flattering. But I don’t think you would like to be in a relationship with me, so I am afraid I must decline.”

Wait, what?

“Uh… sorry, you lost me,” Tony said awkwardly.

Stephen chuckled. “I identify as asexual,” he explained. “Specifically, a sex-repulsed asexual. And from what I know of your past...er, love life, I think it’s better if I decline the invitation altogether. I don’t want to upset you because you want to have sex and I don’t.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “So it is an ace ring!” He said, pointing at the black ring on Stephen’s middle finger on his right hand. “Rhodey called me crazy and said it was a swinger’s ring!”

Stephen blinked in surprise and glanced down at his ring. “Er- yes, it is,” he agreed.

“Cool! Okay.” Tony shot him a smirk. “In that case- are you an ace of spades?”

Stephen looked shocked. “You- you know about the card suits?”

“Sure do,” Tony said proudly.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. “Okay then- who uses the ace of diamonds?”

“Demisexuals and demiromantic asexuals,” Tony said. “Ace of clubs is for graysexual and grayromantic, ace of spades is for aromantic asexuals, and ace of hearts is for romantic asexuals.”

He grinned, and Stephen had to crack a smile. “Very impressive.”

“So, what’s your suit, Doc?” Tony asked, grinning at him, and Stephen had to resist the urge to let that smile widen.

“Ace of hearts. I’m a romantic asexual.”

Tony grinned. “I can work with that.”

Stephen allowed his face to fall into a small frown. “Tony, I-”

“Look, Doc, I don’t need sex to be happy,” Tony said. “I’ve had loads in my day, yeah, but I’m a big boy and frankly, I think it’s about time I had a relationship that wasn’t so focused on it. If you’re good with a romantic relationship, I can be happy with one, too.”

Stephen chuckled despite himself. “Persistent, aren’t you?”

“Very,” Tony said, a bit smugly.

Stephen chuckled. “Very well.” He wrote something on a small scrap of paper and offered it to Tony, taking back the note Harley had written. “You can pick me up there, at 8:00.”

“I’ll be there,” Tony said, snatching the fake letter back. “And I’ll give you something actually written by me then.”

~(*)~

Tony pulled up to the house on Bleecker Street. Huh… looked kinda like a museum, to be honest.

The elegant Professor Strange was already walking to meet the car. “Right on time,” he teased, climbing in. He looked like he was putting on a brave face as he entered, and Tony took note of the way Stephen’s hand reached for the cabinet handle on the inside of the door.

Tony bit his lip. “I just like to be on time to things,” he said casually, placing his right hand on the console if Stephen wanted to hold it too, or instead.

Stephen nodded. “Well, I appreciate it. So, what’s the plan for our date?”

“I think you told Professor Verity that you like ramen from Samurai Noodle, right?”

Stephen smiled. “Yes, that’s right.”

“Great! Then we’re getting take-out,” Tony told him, grinning to himself. “And I have a great idea of where we can eat it.”

“Oh? And where is that, exactly?”

“It’s a secret,” Tony said, smirking. “Are you ready to go?”

Stephen nodded, looking amused as he took Tony’s free hand on the console. “That I am. Let’s go, Professor Stark.”

Tony snorted as he started the car. “Alright.”

He tried to sound cool, but he knew that he had started blushing.

~(*)~

“So what exactly are we doing in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night?” Stephen asked as Tony laid a large blanket out in one of the large fields near the Avengers Compound.

“Why?” Tony asked, smirking at him. “Don’t you trust me?”

Stephen chuckled. “Is that your way of saying you’re secretly an ax murderer about to eviscerate me in the middle of this field, free of any witnesses?”

“Ouch,” Tony complained. “You’re really good at wounding someone’s ego, you know that, Strange?”

“So what’s the real reason we’re out here, then?” Stephen asked, amused.

“Lay down,” Tony ordered, pointing to the blanket. “And look up.”

Stephen did so, and gasped in surprise. “The stars….” He breathed, sounding mesmerized.

“That’s right,” Tony said, smiling at him. “Not to easy to see them in the city. But I figured you’re the Astronomy Professor… maybe you’d like to see them more clearly? Maybe teach me something I don’t know?”

“Lay down,” Stephen ordered quietly. “There… Orion the Hunter. Can you see his belt? The three stars, just here.”

“Oh… right,” Tony said. “Isn’t he that dude everyone says Artemis loved?”

“A common misconception these days,” Stephen murmured. “In many of the myths, Artemis was actually the one to kill him, on purpose, for harassing her friends, the Pleiades, or she would encourage someone else to kill him for her, such as Apollo. He’d summon a giant scorpion to kill Orion, which many believe is Scorpio, as the two constellations aren’t around at the same time. When Scorpio rises, Orion vanishes.”

“Cool,” Tony said softly, staring up at the night sky with Stephen. “What else can you see?”

“Sirius, the Dog Star, Orion’s hunting dog,” Stephen said, pointing to the bright star. You can see the constellation Taurus there. Gemini there. Monoceros is there, very faint. You see? Look closely.”

“Beautiful,” Tony murmured, resting his head on Stephen’s chest as he gazed up at the sky.

Stephen smiled to himself and wrapped an arm around him. “Hmm. Not as beautiful as you,” he murmured in a thoughtful voice, making Tony blush.

~(*)~

“Was that an okay date?” Tony wondered as he drove Stephen back to Bleecker Street.

Stephen smiled at him. “You don’t know?”

“Not really,” Tony admitted. “And I kinda wanna… you know. Do this again.”

Stephen chuckled as they reached the museum door. Wait… how come even the building looked sort of familiar? And the street…?

“Well, in that case… it was a perfect date, Professor Stark.” Stephen leaned over, kissing his lips gently. “And I expect to go on another one with you very soon.”

“Sure,” Tony said, a little breathlessly, his eyes wide as he stared at Stephen. “Whatever you want….”

“Perfect.” Stephen smiled at him, and suddenly something long, red, and fluttering was at his throat, gently tugging him out of the car. “Alright, Levi, alright. I’m coming,” Stephen murmured, reaching out to stroke the red fabric.

Tony stared at it. A sentient cloak….

Wait- was he-?

Stephen was already disappearing inside the door when Tony found his voice, so he couldn’t ask him directly. He sat in the dark of his car, dumbfounded, and feeling his heart pounding. Was that the kiss, his sudden epiphany, or both?

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Boss?” Chirped the cool Irish accent.

“Am… am I dating the Sorcerer Supreme?”

Extra Notes:

To clarify the "Stephen is the Sorcerer Supreme but Tony doesn't recognize him but is sure he's met him before" thing- I headcanon that Stephen's magic acts as a sort of "barrier" to his identity- and just protects his identity for him. I got the idea from Cute High Earth Defense Club actually- where the villains and heroes can't really recognize each other as specific students when they meet due to "radio interference" almost- but in my Stephen headcanon, it's more that the magic puts a sort of veil over Stephen, so Tony is sure he's met him before, but he can't put his finger on where until he recognizes Cloakie and goes "oh shit, Stephen's the Sorcerer Supreme I've been battling monsters with???"

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[sheerfreesia007]

The Woman Next Door Pt. 6

Title: The Woman Next Door Pt. 6

Fandom: American Assassin

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 2,443

Warnings: Stan’s an interrogative little shit, cursing

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​

Author Notes: We’re half way through! I feel like I should be singing “We’re Halfway There” By Bon Jovi. Anyway I kinda loved writing this one! Mrs. Norris is such a meddling little old woman and now we have another meddler stepping up to the plate. Anyway this was written for Mitchtober that’s being hosted by @writingsbychlo​. Let me know what you all think!

Gif Credit: Google

         “I’m quite happy to say that you’re doing much better after missions now than you have when you first started with Orion. Has anything changed within the last few months?” asked the psychiatrist as he leaned back in the plush chair in his office. Mitch shifted in his seat and leaned back as well crossed his arms over his chest.

         “Not particularly.” he responded as his mind immediately turned to 5H. He met her almost six months ago now and he has to agree with the psych that he was doing much better after missions, and he felt it was all thanks to her being a constant in his life. The simple dinners and movie nights where the two of them just hung out with each other were things that he looked forward to each night he was able to spend with her. And now that their relationship was moving towards something deeper he was excited to see what it had in store for him. But he wasn’t ready to verbalize that especially to someone you reported back to Hurley.

         “Well whatever it is keep it up I think it’s good for you.” said the psychiatrist and Mitch nodded his head in agreement.

---

         “Did he say what else he was doing to help with his down time from missions?” Hurley asked as he walked into the psychiatrist’s office.

         “No, whatever it is he’s keeping it close to his chest. And I’m not surprised if it’s doing this much good for him. Within the last six months his psych evals after missions have all been high scores. He’s no longer having the obsessive thoughts about targets and he seems to be more content.” The psychiatrist explained. “If you ever find out what it is that he’s doing differently I’d like to know.”

         “Me too doc, me too.” Hurley responded absentmindedly before he walked out of the office.

---

         “Wait Mrs. Norris said what now?” Mitch asked around a disbelieving laugh. He’s standing in her kitchen again but this time he’s helping her prepare their dinner. Chopping up the carrots and peppers for the salad she had instructed him to start he grins down towards the cutting board. 

         “She said she wanted an invite to our wedding when we get married since she was the one who set up our first introduction.” she said laughing brightly as you stood over at the stove. Mitch turned and looked over his shoulder at her with a grin.

         “Oh so now she admits to setting it up.” he drawls out and hears her sniggering as he turns back to the cutting board.

         “Oh yeah you should’ve heard her crowing about it at the mailboxes this evening. Kept going on and on that she just knew we’d be perfect together and all that nonsense.” she says sarcastically and he sets the knife down before turning around and wrapping his arms around her waist snuggling up tightly to her back while hooking his chin over her shoulder.

         “Well I mean we are kinda perfect for each other.” he says softly and hugs her just a little tighter around her waist. She hummed softly at him and wiggled in his arms as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

         “Whatever you say, Rapp. Get back to chopping.” she sassed him and he grinned before burying his face in her neck and nipping softly at her skin with his teeth making her yelp softly.

         ---

         It wasn’t long til they were sitting down at the small dining room table she had. Mitch brought over the salad bowl and placed it in the middle of the table while she placed his and her plates in their spots before beginning to pull her chair out to sit down. Just as she was lowering into her chair there was a knock at the door. She frowned softly as her eyes darted over to him.

         “Are you expecting anyone?” he asked confused as his head turned to the door.

         “No. Not that I can remember. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” she said as she stood back up and began moving towards the front door. Mitch didn’t listen and followed behind her to see who was knocking on her door.

         She leaned up and checked the peephole in the door before stepping back and frowning. “It’s an older man.” she said confused and Mitch stepped up behind her. There was another knock on the door and she unlocked the door opening it slowly.      Mitch stared in disbelief as Stan Hurley, his superior stood in front of the door smiling wickedly at the two of them.

         “Hurley?” Mitch asked bewildered and she turned her head to look at him confused.

         “Hi, can I help you?” she asked turning back to Stan who darted his eyes from Mitch to her before grinning widely. 

         “Sorry to interrupt, my name is Stan Hurley. I was looking for Mitch and was told by the little old lady in 5F that I’d probably be able to find him here in your apartment.” Stand said curiously with a tilt of his head.

         “Of course Mrs. Norris told you to look for him here.” she grumbled softly under her breath and Mitch chuckled softly. “Do you want to come in, we’re about to have dinner and I’ve got enough for another plate if you’re interested? Or do you need him now?” she asked politely and Mitch stared at the back of her head for a moment in shock before darting his eyes over to Hurley and adamantly shaking his head no.

         “I would love to come to dinner actually. I’m starving.” Hurley said eyeing Mitch quietly. She nods her head at him and turns around to Mitch pressing a soft hand to his chest.

         “Do you mind walking him in while I go make him a plate?” she asks softly and he looks down at first her hand and then into her eyes. She’s widening her eyes at him and scoffs softly which makes her head tilt slightly.

         “Yeah I’ll take care of him.” he grumbles out softly and she slaps him lightly in warning.

         “Behave.” she warns softly before walking around him towards the kitchen. Mitch watches her go and then whirls around to glare at Hurley.

         “What are you doing here?” he asks angrily in a hiss.

         “You’re awfully protective of the little missus.” Stand says knowingly. “Your psych said you were doing better and was curious as to why. I gotta say so was I.” Stan shrugs and then smirks at Mitch.

         “Back off.” Mitch hisses angrily and Stan throws his hands up in mock surrender still smirking.

         “I’m just here for dinner.” he says sarcastically and Mitch scowls softly.

         “Boys?” she calls from the kitchen area and Mitch throws an arm out towards the room gesturing for Stan to go. Stan raises an eyebrow and moves past Mitch.

          ---

         “So 5H, tell me a little bit about yourself. Besides you being an excellent cook.” Stan says as he laces his fingers together with each other and rests his chin on them. Mitch scowls softly at the older man’s words and darts his eyes over to her as she straightens in her chair with a shy smile at the compliment.

         “Well what would you like to know?” she asks with a bright smile towards Stan. Mitch feels his own lips fluttering into a soft smile as he watches her.

         “Is it just you? No family?” Stan asks curiously and Mitch watches as her smile dims slightly.

         “Dad died about three or so years ago and Mom hasn’t been in the picture since I was four.” she says with a nonchalant shrug that Mitch can tell is anything but nonchalant. Her eyes dart over to him and he watches as her lips pull up slightly in a brighter smile for him. He boldly reaches across the table and grips her fingers in his reassuringly. She ducks her head with a smile grazing her lips.

         “And you decided that hanging out with Rapp is worth your time?” Hurley asks incredulously and Mitch has to bite back the growl that wants to crawl up his throat at the older man as he turns his head to scowl at Stan. “I gotta say sweetheart, you’re so far outta his league I’m surprised he was invited to the game.” 

         Mitch sneers at the man and feels her fingers tighten on his making him turn back to look at her silently. She shakes her head softly almost imperceptibly but he sees it. That simple move of her head seems to calm down the anger that has been coursing through him ever since Stan showed up on her doorstep interrupting their night together. 

         “What can I say, I have a type.” she says smiling over at Mitch who shakes his head and smirks softly.

         “And what’s that type, sweetheart?” Stan asks, grinning at her. She smirks and shakes her head before darting her eyes over to Mitch. Mitch waits knowing just by the sparkle in her eye she’s got something sassy and sarcastic coming.

         “Tall, dark, broody, mysterious, sarcastic assholes who don’t follow the rules.” she says with a smirk and wink thrown to Mitch. Mitch scoffs softly while Hurley laughs loudly.

         “Wow, well don’t she have you pegged down to a T.” he says admiringly of her. She grins over at Hurley and squeezes Mitch’s fingers. “So does your brooding boyfriend ever talk shop with you?” he asks suddenly and Mitch stills in his chair and frowns over at the man.

         “No. He keeps the details to himself. He only talks about how shitty his coworkers are and when they fuck up.” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. “Why am I going to have to be sworn to secrecy?” she asks sarcastically and with an incredulous tone. Mitch darts his eyes over to Stan and he hardens them trying to convey to the older man not to tell her anything.

         “Nah sweetheart. I just need to make sure he ain’t talking bad about upper management.” he says with a grin. She laughs brightly and shakes her head.

         “Don’t worry Stan I didn’t even know about you until you showed up here looking for Mitch.” she said truthfully and Mitch watched Stan’s head tilt slightly as he smiled at her.

         “Well now you do sweetheart. So anytime he gets outta line you let me know and I’ll take care of him.” Stan says warmly and Mitch watches the kind tender smile that graces her face.

         “That’s sweet of you. But I can take care of myself.” she says smirking softly.

         “I’m sure you can but I like you. You’re good for him, you keep him in line. Plus you’re a little shit just like him so I’d like to keep you around.” Stan says with a grin and a shrug. Her widely happy grin is contagious and Mitch can’t help but smile along with her. “Well I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. Rapp, walk me out. Sweetheart it was a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious. And I hope to see you around.” Stan said kindly as he stood from his chair. Mitch watched as she stood as well and stuck her hand out for Hurley to shake but he surprised all of you by wrapping his arms around her for a tight hug. “Keep him in line will ya? Lord knows I can’t.” 

         Mitch scoffs softly as she laughs brightly and nods her head at him before she begins to pick up the plates to clear them from the table. Stan nods his head to the hallway leading to the front door and Mitch follows silently. Once the two of them are in the hallway out of her eyesight Stan turns to Mitch and points a finger into his chest firmly. “I like her. Don’t fuck it up.” he scolds Mitch making him furrow his eyebrows at the older man.

         “How the fuck do you know anything about our relationship?” Mitch asks suspiciously.

         “Don’t be stupid Rapp you’re gaga over her. It’s written all over your face now and all throughout dinner. I’m glad you found her, she’s the thing that’s been helping you after missions isn’t she?” Hurley asks quietly, making Mitch shrug his shoulders.

         “It’s just nice being around someone who knows nothing of what I do and still wants to be around me.” Mitch says quietly.

         “Good. Protect that. Protect her at all costs.” Stan says harshly and pokes Mitch in the chest once more before he turns and walks out of the apartment shutting the door behind himself.

         Mitch quickly locks the door and walks back down the hallway towards the kitchen. He spots her standing at the sink starting to clean the dishes. Walking quietly up behind her slides his arms around her waist making her jump in surprise.

         “You scared me.” she hissed softly and he grins nuzzling his face into her neck. Stan was right, she was helping him get through his missions. And for that he was grateful for her and would do anything to protect her. “Stan was nice, a little sarcastic and a little too fatherly, but I like him.” she said, giving him her thoughts on his superior. He chuckled against her neck and kissed the skin there.

         “I’m gonna tell him you think he’s too fatherly.” he teases and she slaps his forearm that’s wrapped low around her hips.

         “Don’t you dare Mitch.” she hisses at him. “I was able to actually impress him with my sass and sarcasm you can’t take that away from me.” she says in a whiny voice and he chuckles again before he places a few more kisses against her neck. She’s leaning back into him when his lips begin to travel lower on her neck.

         “Alright, I won’t tell him only if you come and cuddle on the couch with me right now.” he compromises.

         “But I’ve got dishes I have to get done.” she reminds him softly and he tugs her back into his chest pressing a soft sucking kiss to her skin.

         “Come cuddle for a little bit and then I’ll help with the dishes.” he compromises. He grins when he feels her body relent and follow his tugging motion. He whirls her around in his arms so that they’re face to face and he leans down pressing a heated kiss to her lips. Mitch already knew that there was something special about her and having Hurley’s blessing just made it more prominent that she was special. 

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the power of love pt six | stranger things ; s.harrington

CHAPTERS ; one | two | three | four | five |

AUTHORS NOTES; If you think this post looks a wee different than when you last saw it, it does. Trying out a new format, but I digress. This chapter came to me on a whim and honestly, I love how it turned out. I hope nobody minds me adding background characters to these because I'm originally an original character writer and writing y/n or reader format is new to me. Kind of challenging sometimes, but I'm enjoying the ride.

You guys have me mind blown, oh my god. I didn't think anybody would actually read anything I posted on here, let alone interact with it. The fact that you guys have been doing that just. I'm in my feelings, ugh, I love you all so so so fucking much and I hope that just one thing I write makes even just one person's day better because then it will definitely be worth it.

-Ashes

SUMMARY; you, the reader, are the older sister of Dustin Henderson. and until Steve Harrington came along, you were pretty much just doing your own thing. an unlikely friendship forms, but will it lead to more?

--- the chapter where reader and steve do a little grocery shopping, have a little moment or two and reader reveals her car has a name.

PAIRING; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader.

WARNINGS; mentions of the devils lettuce, awkward conversations, swearing, Steve Harrington is a warning all in himself, angst + mutual pining, eventual feelth -tis spelled this way for a reason babes, and thas it.

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“Y’know, tutoring usually ends with books and notebooks. Not a grocery trip..” Dustin’s statement has you reaching out to lower the volume on the radio and you reach across the seat to playfully tweak his cap. “Aw, don’t worry.. I won’t forget your stupid pudding cups. Mom needed food anyway and all I’m buying with the rest of my check is art supplies.”

“And weed.” Dustin snorts out, laughing.

“Hey!”

“You don’t have to hide it from me. I know what you’re doing when you’re sitting on the big limb outside your bedroom window late at night. Surprised you haven’t fallen out of the  damn tree yet, clumsy as you are.”

“Watch it, little fucker.” you warn, laughing. But your brother’s got that solemn little old man look, like he wants to say something but he’s not sure he should. You reach out and lower the radio again. “Okay, kid. Out with it.”

“I just dunno about him, okay? I mean Mike’s always saying he’s kind of a slut..”

“Again, I remind you.. You are the little brother. But continue?” you nod, waiting for Dustin to finish whatever he’s working up to saying. 

“I just want you to be careful, alright?”

“Dustin, oh my god… I swear, if you give me a lecture, kid.. I’m gonna hug you in front of everybody at the arcade when I drop you. Do you really want Gia to see that?”

Dustin shrugs. “I think she’s pissed at me anyway.”

You rub the bridge of your nose. “Okay, what’d you do?”

“It’s more what she did. She uh.. Tried to kiss me, I panicked and bolted out of the AV room.”

You’re snorting because you’re laughing because this is peak Dustin, truly. This is your adorable little brother. You place a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to kiss her back, y’know. If you don’t wanna. If she’s mad, so be it. It’s your body, your choice.”

Dustin seems relieved. He hates people getting mad at him. Always has.

You pull to a stop in front of the arcade. “I’ll be back at six, tops.” you promise. As Dustin goes to get out, you catch hold of his hand and place some badly wadded bills into it and you smile. “Play a few extra rounds. Or go across to the diner and get something to eat with your friends.” 

“Thank you.” he smiles and leans in for a hug. Those are getting a little rare since he’s hit middle school. You miss it, you really do. The hug lingers and as he pulls away, he smirks. “No funny business with Steve.”

“We’re just going to study, damn it. Why the hell does everyone insist that he likes me or I like him?”

“Because I know you. I know you like him. Besides, that’s why you went on a whole three page tangent about him in your diary the last time you wrote in it. You don’t devote three pages to someone you don’t care about a little, I mean.. C’mon.”

Dustin rushes inside and you pull away, turning around to go back towards the side of town Steve lives on. The whole drive over, you want to kick yourself because the last thing your little brother said to you before he got out of the car won’t leave you alone.

No amount of trying to shove it out of your head helps. At all.

By the time you’re parking in Steve’s driveway behind Steve’s BMW, you’ve managed to convince yourself that he’s definitely not wrong and you definitely feel something but you’re also better off keeping it buried, keeping it locked inside of you because you know there’s no possible way telling him would end in anything besides disaster.

Steve’s leaning in the doorway and when your car pulls to a stop behind his, he can feel his heart flutter a little. He grins to himself and starts to walk down to your car. You take a deep breath, push everything in your head out of it and roll down your window.

“I’m driving. You drive like a bat out of hell, woman.”

“As if!” you answer, pouting a little.

“C’mon.” Steve insists calmly. You grumble, but you get out. You’re forehead to chest with him and you’re giggling to yourself about it while also wanting to kick yourself because you just giggled. Again. 

You pull yourself together and look up at him, head tilted. A hand against his chest and he wonders if you’ve realized yet that whenever you do this, you always seem to place your hand in the exact same spot, without fail, every time. Right over his heart. You bite your lip and his eyes fix on the little movement, soft lips.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss them and it’s only the thousandth time today. 

“Steeve, c’mon. Grocery store closes in like.. An hour.” you tap your foot and clutch at his shirt a little. “And you’re getting real food. Not the processed shit.”

“Alright, alright. Y’know, I’m doing just fine with this processed shit.”

“Mhm.. Talk to me in fifteen years when you’re in my emergency room with artery problems. Nope, not havin it, sir.” you laugh softly.

“You’re going into medicine?” Steve asks as he adjusts the seat.

Somehow, this didn’t surprise him.

You shrug. “Toyed with it. I mean my mom is a nurse. And it doesn’t take that long to get a license and take the training. I don’t know about doing it though because she’s always working and like… That just doesn’t fit with what I want?”

Steve studies you intently. “What’s that?”

You’re flustered. One, you don’t know how to answer it without sounding like a sap or coming across as weak and dependent, neither of which you happen to believe you are. Two, you’re pretty sure he’ll laugh his ass off at you.

“It’s dumb, alright? Just.. trust me.” you laugh softly. 

“It’s probably not that bad.” Steve mumbles, glancing at you as he stops at the sign on the end of his street to look for oncoming traffic. “C’mon.”

“Steve, I’m telling you. It’s dumb.”

“Just say it.” he insists.

“Ugh, fine. Fuck it. One day, I wanna have a family. And nursing is kind of counterintuitive to that. Because I’m not gonna put myself through what my mother has to do to support Dustin and I. There are days when she works back to back and has to miss something either of us has going and I hear her crying at night..” you go quiet and stare out the window, watching houses pass by. You’re waiting on him to laugh, or react in some way, but he doesn’t, at first.

Steve’s watching you out of the corner of his eyes as he drives into town. You’re doing that little thing again where your hands are in your lap and you’re playing with your fingers and the sleeve of your shirt. You’re practically squirming, he can tell that what you’ve just admitted was hard to say, but he can’t think of anything to say because he just keeps hearing what you’ve said over and over in his head. And then there’s all the stuff Tommy and Carol, even Billy, they keep insisting there’s something there and deep down, he knows there is.

The fact that somehow, you want the same thing as he does, he doesn’t know whether to take that as a sign and hold tight now, do whatever it takes to never let go or keep insisting that they’re all wrong and go on the way he is now.

,, you don’t have to have an answer right away, idiot. You’re probably not enough anyway. Your own parents barely come home but what two? Three? Times a year because they can’t be around you?” the thought is sombering but this time… this time, there’s this little sliver of hope that just won’t die like it usually does after his latest round of pessimism and overthinking.

The grocery store parking lot comes into view and he pulls into an empty spot in the back row. By now, you’re pretty sure that your stupid little confession was just too much because something in the air has shifted, the tension is back again and God, it’s thicker, it’s choking almost.

He kills the engine to your car and clears his throat. “Y’know… you don’t have t’ do one or the other.”

“Yeah.” you mumble quietly. “I told you it was dumb.” you’re faking a grin, shrugging as you reach for the door handle on the passenger side. Steve reaches out to grab your wrist, stopping you because he could look at you and tell you were about to bolt and you’d probably never bring up anything personal around him ever again.

You glance back over your shoulder at him. Your eyes dart down to the way that hand of his is wrapped around your wrist gingerly. “Steve, c’mon.”

“It’s not stupid. If that’s what you want, that’s what you want. I-I.. I mean it, okay? It’s not dumb at all.” Steve says it in this quiet and calm tone, almost as if somehow he’s picking up on your embarrassment and he’s trying to fix it when you’re the one who made things embarrassing to start with. You swallow hard and shrug. “Doesn’t matter anyway, right? We’ve gotta wade through the bullshit that is high school first.” you take a deep breath and plaster on a grin that you hope is convincing enough to get him to change the topic and get into the store. 

Steve nods. He’s got that calm feeling again. The one he always seems to feel lately whenever he’s around you. He even laughs quietly in agreement while his mind spins out of control over the simple fact that you didn’t say I’ve just gotta wade through the bullshit that is high school but we’ve.

What’s scary as hell and absolutely perfect is just how easily he can sit back and imagine things, a few years down the road… If he can just get himself to do something. Anything.

And then it hits him. Tommy and Carol are right. Billy’s right. Everyone who has been telling him for a while now that there is something there and sooner or later, he won’t be able to fight it anymore, the way they’re always asking him wouldn’t it be worth the risk to at least try..

He’s gotta do something.

And this makes up his mind.

He has to at least try again.

He lets go of your wrist and gets out of the car, locking it before making his way around to where you’re standing, a cart in front of you. Rather than just walk beside you like he probably would have a few minutes before the conversation, he stands behind you, his arms encasing yours, his chest against your back. “I still say the processed shit isn’t that bad because I’m a nightmare in the kitchen.”

You gulp because his cologne is in your nose, his chest is against your back and he’s propped his chin so that his mouth is right next to your ear because of course, he’s slouching… Again. You manage to pull yourself together enough to glance over your shoulder at him and you smile. “We’ll stick to the easy stuff, I promise.” you reach out for a bag of grapes in produce and you’re popping one into your mouth. Steve snickers to himself and mumbles quietly against your ear, “You’re not supposed t’ eat them now.”

“But that’s the fun part.” you pout a little and laughing softly, you hold one up to him. He opens his mouth and you pop the grape into it. “That’s actually not so bad. Haven’t eaten grapes since we were in elementary school.”

When his parents hired the nanny to look after him. The only amount of time he had packed lunches every single day.

His hands just won’t be still. As you push the cart, he stays behind you, but his hands are on your hip when they’re not on the handle of the cart. You’re barely able to focus because of course you’re not and you’re wondering whether maybe, just once, Valerie maybe doesn’t have a point every single time she tells you lately that you and Steve Harrington are so much more than ‘just friends’.

You round the corner after grabbing a few things and you’re wandering down the pasta and sauces aisle, gathering boxes and bottles. After a few more aisles, you realize that it’s nearing when you promised you’d pick your brother up from the arcade and you palm your face. “Shit..”

“What’s up?” and if that husky voice, the warmth of his breath against your ear don’t have you clenching your legs all over again… You laugh softly. “I gotta make a detour on the way back to your house. Told my brother I’d pick him up from the arcade again.” you admit, sheepish. Steve smiles and nods. “He doesn’t like me a lot, does he?”

“Dustin just has to like.. Get used to you.” your sentence trails off and you’re wondering if you’ve just said it all wrong or if it sounded the way it did in your head upon hearing the words leave your mouth -to him. “People, I mean. He has to get used to new people.”

Steve chuckles quietly. That stupid little sliver of hope he keeps battling down grows just a little more. It’s probably the sole reason he feels brave enough to mumble next, “You were fine before. Do I make you nervous or somethin?”

“Nope.” you’re lying, of course. Well, not really. It’s not so much him as what you’re fast starting to come to terms with as far as the way you feel about him. But he doesn’t need to know that, not now, not ever. Because why would he, King of Hawkins High, settle for you when he could probably have anybody he wanted with zero effort involved.

“Liar.” Steve mutters against your ear as you wheel the cart to an open checkout line and start to pile the food onto the conveyor belt to get rung up as best as you can. You laugh softly, meeting his gaze when he holds out a brick of cheese to you. You take it and stick out your tongue. “I’m not.”

“Mhm. Your entire face is as red as the tomatoes you just put up.” pretty brown eyes dance over you as he stands just a little taller and you tilt your head to stare up at him while gulping down yet another lump in your throat.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little, but it’s not in a bad way or anything, alright? It’s just… Me. I’m a little awkward if you haven’t noticed, Steve. It’s not so much you as it is me.” you go quiet because you were rambling and now, oh god.. Now you’re blushing so much worse and your shoes have suddenly become the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Until he reaches out, tilting your chin so you have to look at him. You laugh, sheepish.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Steve chuckles to himself quietly because this whole thing is making him realize that yes, he really does need to do something. 

The sooner the better.

– ( picking Dustin up from the arcade )

“Your sister is here. Steve is driving her car, too.” Mike informs Dustin and Dustin shakes his head and laughs. “Nobody drives her car but her.”

“Mike’s not wrong.” Will turns away from the door of the arcade, “Steve Harrington is driving her car.”

Dustin grumbles to himself. Mike nudges him. “That’s one of the signs, man. I’m telling you, she likes him.”

“So? Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I mean, he seemed okay when he was talking to us outside that afternoon.”

Mike rolls his eyes.

Dustin rolls his eyes. Mike takes forever to warm up to new people and so far, the only exception to that rule is standing to the right of him and her name is Eleven. Lucas speaks up with a laugh. “If he’s always around when she’s doing clumsy stuff, maybe it’s a good thing. He’s not that bad, Mike.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I need to get Eleven home now. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow, right?” Mike asks as he and Eleven start to walk over to the door, stopping halfway to look back.

“Same place we always meet up.” Lucas answers. Will nods in agreement. Will spots Jonathan and Nancy sitting in Jonathan’s car, waiting to pick him up. “Jonathan is here. Just a heads up, Nance is with him..” Will goes quiet, gazing out the door in mild concern because he really doesn’t want any problems.

He’s relieved when he sees that his brother and Nancy are still in his brother’s car and you and Steve are still in your Trans Am two cars in front of it. “I’ll probably be late in the morning, I think Jonathan is picking up Nancy too.” he tells them before saying a final goodbye and as he’s going out the door, Dustin sees Gia catch up to him.

“The hell is she up to?” Dustin wonders to himself as Lucas nudges him. “Whatever it is, Will’s got some serious deer in the headlight eyes right now. Just don’t worry about it, man. Y’know how Gia is. She’ll be mad and pout for a while but she always starts talking to you again.”

“I can’t believe my first impulse when she was going to kiss me was to squeak and run like an idiot.” Dustin grumbles, shaking his head. “I panicked, you know how she is! One minute we’re talking and I’m showing her that new ham radio and the next, she’s leaning against me and looking up at me funny.”

Lucas snickers and Max shakes her head. “She likes you, idiot.”

“Yeah, alright, okay. I get that but she could be a little more.. Subtle.” but then Dustin stops to think. Subtlety is not Gia’s forte, the same is it isn’t her older sister’s forte.

Will rushes out the door and Lucas glances at Max. “You should go see if Billys’ waitin.”

“I really don’t want to.” Max grumbles, pouting up at him. Lucas laughs. “C’mon, I’ll walk to the door too, okay?”

Max nods.

Dustin grabs his leftover tickets and he’s about to pocket them when he happens to look up on the top shelf and see a leopard.

Gia likes leopard anything.

Loves it.

Has a leopard print jacket that’s real soft. Big leopard print hoops she wears all the time. Dustin clears his throat and gets Keith’s attention. “Hey, that leopard. It’s really 100 points, right?”

Keith takes down the stuffed animal and looks, scoffing. “Try adding another zero, kid.”

A throat clears from behind him. Dustin turns to find Steve standing there, chuckling. “No way in hell that leopard is 1000 points, Keith. Just give it to the kid. C’mon, man. It’s probably for his sister or some girl. Do you really want to stand in the way of him giving a gift?”

“1000 tickets.”

“How about 100 tickets and,” Steve digs around in his pocket. “Fifty bucks?”

Keith grumbles and shoves the leopard at Dustin and Dustin gives Steve Harrington a grateful smile. Steve chuckles and shrugs it off.

“Who were you giving it to?” Steve asks, waiting on an answer. Dustin spots Gia over by the dartboard and nudges Steve to get his attention. “Her. I kind of messed up earlier this week…” Dustin trailed off. Steve gazed at the little brunette in bell bottoms, a fuzzy leopard jacket and a Led Zeppelin shirt as she suck popped a gum bubble and he laughed quietly. “Go on and give it to her. We’ve gotta get going.”

Dustin shuffles over and taps Gia on her shoulder. But she’s got the headphones to her Walkman on, so he slips one off of her ear. “Hey.”

Gia turns to look at him and she is pouting, but then he pulls the leopard from behind his back. “T-there. I gotta go. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s okay, Dusty.” she wanted to say it to his face but as habit, he’s bolted before she can even get the words out. She grins and giggles, holding the stuffed leopard against her tight.

“We’ll name you Dusty.”

Outside in the car, you’re flipping through the radio, until you hear a Metallica song playing faintly and you stop on the station. You’ve just started to drum your hand against the dash and bang your head a little when Steve and Dustin appear out of nowhere, both of them snickering at you. You frown at both of them and get out so Dustin can climb into the backseat.

“What were you doing, Dustin?”

“I uh.. Tried to win Gia something, okay?”

You laughed and reached back, fluffing his hair. “Hey. Knock it off.” he grumbles. Then he nods to Steve. “He’s driving diablo. You never let anyone drive Diablo.”

Your mouth opens and closes with your cheeks burning hot. “Untrue! Mom did!”

“Yeah and immediately said she was never going to again. Your car is like the one in that Stephen King book, sis.”

“Yeah? Well he’s behaved just fine for Steve.”

“You named your car?” Steve is trying not to die laughing as he pulls away from the arcade. “And why diablo, huh?”

“Because… I helped rebuild the motor this summer and when it was finished finally, I took it out for a drive and immediately had to fix the transmission too.. I was pissed, it was two am when my uncle and I finished that and I was high as shit. It seemed like a good idea at the time… Tell me your BMW isn’t named, Steve…”

“Well no..” Steve scoffs.

“Bullshit.” Dustin insists.

“Okay, alright. Baby girl.”

“Seriously? Baby girl? And you’re giving me shit about choosing to name my car diablo, Harrington?” you sull up and cross your arms, shaking your head as you laugh it off. 

“Diablo.” Steve snorts, shaking his head as he turns at the corner. “Are we taking you home or do you wanna come to my place, kid?”

Dustin mulls it over.

You glance back at him, waiting. “It’s completely fine, Dustin. I mean, Mom is going to be gone most of the night again, kid… I can make something for you to eat.”

“We went across to the diner. If you don’t mind..” Dustin trails off and grins. “Screw it. I’ll come with you guys.”

You smile and seeing you smile makes Steve smile to himself when he glances over to see you.

“So you lose your reading glasses and name vehicles when you’re high. What else do you do?” Steve asks, mostly in teasing. Dustin laughs. “She sits outside in that big tree next to her window. I keep sayin it’s a miracle she hasn’t got the giggles and fallen out yet. Oh and one time, she made macaroni at three in the morning and fucking dragged me out of bed to eat it.”

“It was good though!”

“I mean, it was still three am, gremlin.”

“Ah fuck you both.” you stick your tongue out and pretend to pout about them making fun of you.

“You got my pudding cups, right?” Dustin asks.

“Duh.” you grin. “I promised, did I not?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you’d be preoccupied and forget.”

You flip him off.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x henderson!fem reader #steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader imagine

[mylittleredgirl]

Lower Decks!!! “Lower Decks” is an all-time fave TNG episode and I could NOT be happier about how someone said “okay but what if we did that but it was Futurama” and then they MADE IT INTO A REAL SHOW.

First takes on my new loves:

The USS Cerritos: You always wondered where the people who graduated at the bottom of their academy class ended up and Now You Know

Mariner: One-woman PARTY BUS meme

Boimler: Hecka Eager Cadet Nog in that episode where he can’t stop bitching about Jake leaving his clothes everywhere, but with the intelligence of one Philip J. Fry.

Rutherford: I’ll see your half-Vulcan and your human raised by a Vulcan, and I’ll give you a human with a Vulcan bluetooth headset!

TENDI: MY LOVE. MY HEART. THIS SWEET BABY ORION CHERUB.

Dr. T’Ana: “Let Pulaski Say Fuck”

The first officer is like... you know how sometimes the only way to express a thought is in the style of an SAT question? Ransom is to Riker as Pop Culture Jim Kirk is to Actual Jim Kirk.

Captain Freeman: I am HERE for all the Freeman-Mariner Family Nonsense

Cute Spotted Ensign whose name I didn’t catch and I’m NOT going back and watching zombies a second time: I love her please bring her back immediately as the girl that every single one of them tries to date and it’s always a disaster.

Other thoughts:

I strongly DID NOT love the a-plot because i am BIG SCARED of zombies (it is always the first on my list of blocked tags FYI PLEASE TAG YOUR ZOMBIES), and I’m still shaking an hour later,

but I love one (1) crew entirely comprised of fuck-ups so much that I watched whole minutes of zombies for them and that is LOVE.

From the font and the holodeck design I think we’re meant to assume this is happening concurrent with TNG, and I’d like to pretend that there were multiple times when the Cerritos and the Enterprise were docked at the same station for repairs and the Enterprise crew just collectively has a moment of Oh No Not These Fucks Again.

“I was once in a Klingon prison where i had to fight a Yeti for my own shoes for no reason! He was just being a dick!”

“Do you know about Spock? Dude came back FROM THE DEAD.”

PLEASE let them revisit some of the weirdest planets from The Animated Series.

The best part about Lower Decks is that people are going to make fanart and we’ll have no way of knowing whether or not it’s a spoiler image from a future episode or not.

In short I love this and need more episodes ASAP so I don’t need to watch zombies again to get my fix.

#lower decks #YES PLS #can..... can i headcanon that mariner gets a transfer to voyager when it gets built #because i think she would fit in WELL

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Romantic Romile (Roman x Emile), Romantic Prandy (Andy x Pryce), Romantic Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Romantic Sleepceit (Remy x Deceit), Romantic Anxtober (October x Virgil)

Word Count: 1,092 Words

Summary: Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, general chaos, and Remy and Deceit are cute.

Warnings: Sex Mentions, Cursing, Cancer Mention, Sick Character, Immunocompromised Character, Nightmares Mention, Murder Mention, Death Mention, Vomit Mention, Cult Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Note: Bolded and blockquoted are actions in their chatroom, not a message.

Usernames, a quick translation guide: Andy: Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), Castor: schrodingersdumbass, Dayd: carniverousroomba, Dice: Dr. Bitch, Emile: Thera-pissed, Halley: aspermylastemail, Janus: SnekBoi, Logan: Momgan, October: eatpavementido, Orion: birdgeoisie, Patton: Papa Bear, Pollux: satantakemehome, Pryce: SwEeTvErUcA, Remus: Octopussy, Remy: Coffee Bandit, Roman: waaahluigi, Sirius: literalsunshine, Teal: uwu, Thomas: shrexy, Virgil: spipples, Vita: þiccness

A Very Sanders Group Chat: Chapter 9

3:14AM

satantakemehome: Hey, does anyone have any clue why there's nightmares galore? I was trying to sleep.

spipples: Kid, it's like 4am, go to sleep.

satantakemehome: Mother. Mother, I am Insomnia, mother. It doesn't work that way, mother.

spipples: Okay, okay, don't go all eldritch being on me, chill.

satantakemehome: Fix the Mind, mother. I crave the sleep, mother.

spipples: If you plan to be an eldritch being, go bother your uncle or visit auntie Dee in the hospital, I'm sure he'd love company in his misery up there.

SnekBoi: No. Tired.

satantakemehome: Uncle it is.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Hello Jeffrey, I am afraid.

spipples: Don't care. Got shit to deal with.

5:38AM

birdgeoisie: Hey mom, did you ever figure out what the overly murdery nightmares were about?

spipples: Yeah, it was Uncle Remus.

þiccness: FINALLY, I can say uncle bastard's name in the chatroom!

Octopussy: I fucking hate all of you.

Momgan: You popped up like a fucking goblin and whacked poor Roman in the head at four in the goddamned morning, how the fuck do you think we're going to react!?

schrodingersdumbass: Oh shit, Auntie Lo is going off on Uncle Remus.

uwu: I would give all my uwus to see this but I have to start getting ready for work sooooo

uwu is now offline

Coffee Bandit: Shiiiit, someone give him coffee stat!

literalsunshine: What do you think I'm trying do?

Coffee Bandit: Ah yes, the good child. All the rest are little punks and then we have this smol gem.

þiccness: I remember why I used to call you Uncle Asshat now.

Coffee Bandit: Thanks, kid.

þiccness: Not a compliment but alright.

Coffee Bandit: Everything is a compliment to me, kid.

þiccness: Alright edgelord.

11:17AM

spipples: It's a beautiful day out.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Almost as beautiful as your face.

spipples: You only say that because we have the same face.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Exactly, you're catching on.

spipples: I hate you.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Don't lie, little bro, it doesn't look good on you.

SnekBoi: Yeah, that's my job.

spipples: Fuck off, you've done enough damage to Thomas.' mind releasing Remus on us.

SnekBoi: I had nothing to do with that. I was at home resting off chemo still. I have a solid alibi. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish puking and see how bad my hair is because I know I saw some on my pillow.

Octopussy: goddammit not again!

SnekBoi: Well, sorry, I can't really control it, Ree. The chemo does what it wants.

shrexy: Are you okay?

SnekBoi: Probably. I mean, I'm just worried.

Coffee Bandit: Snakebabe, do you want me over?

SnekBoi: I'd love to see you, but I can't.

Coffee Bandit: What about outside in the garden six feet apart with masks on while we do light work taking care of your plants?

SnekBoi: Is this a date? It sounds like a date.

Coffee Bandit: Can be if you want it to be.

SnekBoi: So maybe 6:30 when it cools down so I'm not overheating myself?

Coffee Bandit: Sounds great, sugarbear.

SnekBoi: Yeah sounds great, Rem.

Coffee Bandit: See you there, lovely snek.

SnekBoi is now offline

waaahluigi: Remy's really out here saying 'I love you' while Dee's puking. Taking in sickness and in health a bit too seriously, huh, Rem?

Coffee Bandit: Oh absolutely, I mean, he's cute.

Octopussy: I hear screeching from Dee's room.

Octopussy: ah, nevermind, I read the backlog.

uwu: Remy's here to date cute snake men and nothing else will do.

12:17 PM

þiccness: Hey mom, can me and Halley spend the night out with Bella and Eve?

waaahluigi: Sure. Just make sure you four are careful and be home before 4am and make sure to call me if you need any help.

þiccness: Thanks, mom!

Thera-pissed: Oh, Ro, are you still coming over at 7 for dinner?

waaahluigi: Yeah, I'm just working off the headache still.

Octopussy: I regret nothing.

Thera-pissed: Alright, love, take your time. Remember, we can always just stay home and watch a movie while the kids are out.

waaahluigi: That actually sounds better than going out and hiking.

Thera-pissed: Then we'll stay in inside and watch a movie or two and have dinner there.

3:14 PM

SnekBoi: Hey, @Octopussy, can you help me up, I need to start getting ready for me and Remy's date?

Octopussy is now online

Octopussy is now offline

satantakemehome: Uncle Remus really said 'gotta go fast'

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aspermylastemail: Remus is the only one of us ready to storm Area 51.

birdgeoisie: Remus about to clap some alien cheeks.

waaahluigi: You four remind me of a cult. The Cult of Remus.

aspermylastemail: We're just missing that hint of chaotic dumbass that is Castor.

eatpavementido: Don't tempt me, Roman.

waaahluigi: Or what?

eatpavementido: O̴̬̓r̴̨̠̹̾͋ ̴̦̃̆w̴̟̮̽͜ḛ̶͝ ̵̙̲͒́s̶͚͊a̵̦͚̓ͅc̴͙̤̆r̶̫̞i̴̱͉f̸̩͕̓͘i̸̛͇̟͌ͅc̷̨̢͗̈̿e̸̠̜̫̊ ̵̳̋̒y̷̞͓̩͒̓o̶͍̪̦̍ǘ̴̖̮̱̎͊ ̵̨̰͙̓̒͌ţ̸͉̜̂͂o̸̟̽̈n̸̪̤͂͌i̵͓͋̎͑g̶͎͒ḣ̵̤̤͂t̴̟̬͑̏.̸̪͆́

waaahluigi: Good Hera, fine! Just don't kill me! I have two kids to deal with and Remus and Pryce aren't trusted to raise them to not be heathens!

SwEeTvErUcA: Hey! But fair.

Octopussy: fair enough.

6:45 PM

Octopussy: in case anyone wanted a good wholesome update.

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shrexy: That is incredibly pure and wholesome, thank you for this PSA.

Octopussy: I know. It's good to see Dee be so happy around someone.

Coffee Bandit: I saw that, Remus.

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Octopussy is now offline

Coffee Bandit: Little shit.

Papa Bear: Go back to your date, kiddos! You're so cute together!

Coffee Bandit: Ah yes, everyone's supportive dad. You got it, Patt.

Coffee Bandit is now offline

spipples: Ah yes, the wholesome dad energy. It's hard to resist.

birdgeoisie: Ah yes, momther, I am hang out with Wyatt and Solace tonight. I'll be home like 9ish?

spipples: Have fun, Orion. Don't get them in trouble is all I ask, little crow.

birdgeoisie: I won't steal anymore street signs, Mom.

spipples: Or anything else that I would have to bail you out for.

birdgeoisie: Why  not just take the fun out of life?

spipples: Ah yes, such a horrible mother not wanting to bail out my son. Have fun, little crow. If you three need anything text me or call me.

birdgeoisie: I will, Mom!

birdgeoisie is now offline

spipples: Two of five kids are out having fun, one is working and two are out doing their own shopping.

eatpavementido: Does this mean you want me over?

spipples: Yesssss. Fucking come cuddle me.

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spipples: Love my boyfriend.

eatpavementido: Love you too, chaotic little shit.

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[buckysforeverprincess]

Can Our Love Survive? Ch. 18

James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Clint Barton, Sarah Rogers

Words: 1691

Warnings: Coming out, family acceptance

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m behind with this. I’m still going to try to get the regularly scheduled chapter out as well today, if not I promise you’ll get it this week. This chapter is kind of a filler but with everything it serves a purpose. I hope you enjoy it and I promise you more to come!

**TAG LIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

The time leading up to Thanksgiving seemed to fly by in your household. Bucky had gone back to school, the two of you being open about your relationship and weren’t willing to hide anything from anyone. If anyone didn’t know the reason for the renewed smile on your face, they either had their heads in the sand or weren’t paying attention to the rumor mill and you honestly didn’t care. Life was on the up for you and Bucky was the reason for it. It’d been a long time since you’d felt this level of happiness within you.

Steve and Bucky had made their way to Bucky's house to clean up one day after school and grab some of the things he didn’t want to leave behind. Steve had told him to grab whatever he wanted, and they’d make it fit in his room. Most of Bucky's possessions were clothes, but there were a few things that held sentimental value and if his dad had his way, he'd toss them, so he thought to take some stuff and be done, letting his dad discard the rest. It really didn’t matter to Bucky if he never had to come back or deal with his dad ever again, he’d be content to live his life parent free. Your boyfriend said he was determined to have a good life despite the people who were responsible for his existence.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and you spent all day either helping your mom or cuddling with Bucky. You didn't have any other family, so you guys always stayed home and watched tv or played games together to pass the time. However, this year was different and there was another person to add to share your small traditions with, hoping this would be the first of many things your family would share with Bucky going forward as your relationship with the brunette grew stronger.

Dinner was in the oven and your mom was in the kitchen, working on an apple pie for your twin. Bucky and you were sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching tv, when you heard a knock at the front door. “I'll get it,” you said, removing yourself from your boyfriend's embrace and getting up from the couch, making your way to the sound. It was a holiday and you weren’t expecting anyone, so there’s no telling who’s standing outside waiting.

Opening the door, you see a blond staring back at you; his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Clinton. To what do we owe this pleasure?” You smirk and lean up against the door frame.

 “Is uh, Steve here?”

 Oh, this is good. “I don't know. It depends.” You shrug and grin, toying with the boy in front of you.

 “Um, depends on what?” Clint scrunches up his face, uncertainty written on his face.

 “On what your intentions are with my brother.” You cross your arms to your chest.

“Baby!” Bucky comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Leave him alone,” he kisses your temple and grins at Clint, “you're making him nervous.”

 You smiled at Clint. “He should be! If he’s here, then he’s about to be introduced to my mother as Steve's boyfriend. I'd sure as hell be nervous if I was him You were!”

Bucky let's out a laugh. “Well I had just kicked a guy’s ass in her kitchen. Not something you want to associate with the guy your daughter is dating.”

“You know?!” Clint looks at you surprised, his mouth wide open.

 “Of course, I know! I'm Steve's sister, why wouldn't I?”

 “Cause, he said he never told anyone. So that means your boyfriend must've told you!” Clint held an accusing look at Bucky.

 “Oh no! No way! I never said a word!”  Bucky quickly defends himself.

Before anything else can be said, Steve pushes his way through the door and looks around at everyone, his eyes fixate a little too long on Clint. “Uh, you guys gonna eat out here too?”

 “Actually, I plan to stay right here and harass your boyfriend. I love to see him blush.”  

Steve’s eyes go wide in shock, and steps out of the house, shutting the door behind him. “Y/N! What the fuck?! How'd you know?” There's panic written all over his face.

 You scoff at your twin and shake your head. “Please, you do realize you suck at secrets, right?”

The door opens and your mom looks out, glaring at the four of you. “I've got food, hot and ready. If the four of you don't get in here now, I will lock this door and you will spend the night under the stars while I get fat and happy and send the leftovers to the hospital.”  She turns and walks away leaving you all standing on the doorstep.

It doesn’t take long before your group all make your way into the house and to the kitchen, seeing the meal spread out in no particular order. The food looks and smells amazing and you’re so stupidly hungry that your stomach growls just looking at it all.  

“Mom…,” Steve’s standing next to Clint, looking at Sarah who's grabbing the basket of rolls and placing them on the table.

 “Hmmmm?” She's looking at Steve with her eyebrows raised. The look on her face almost giving herself away, but not quite.

“So… um… you know Clint, right?”

 Clint waves at your mom. “Hi Mrs. Rogers.” She nods at him in return and goes back to setting out silverware for the feast.

 Steve smiles and continues, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck. “Maybe I should introduce him properly.”

 Your mom stops and looks up at Steve with a quirked eyebrow. “Properly?”

 “Well… uh, see Clint… he's uh, he's…,” Clint reaches out and places his hand on Steve's arm, in a sign of endearment, making him smile down at Clint and take in a deep breath. “Mom, meet my boyfriend.”  

“Fucking finally!” Sarah says and goes back to setting food on the table. “I didn't think you were gonna spit it out. Can we eat before the food gets cold?” You and Bucky start to laugh and sit down at the table, leaving Steve standing looking confused at the demeanor of your mom.  

“You're not upset?”  

 “Why would I be?” Sarah replies and you stick your hand out, directly in her face. Your mom groans and takes a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket, placing it in your hand. “Thought you'd never tell us. Known it for years. I kinda thought you were interested in Bucky, the way he was always around, but that went in the shitter when those two started dating.”  

“You had a thing for Bucky?” Clint asks, pretending to be offended. “Is that why I could never come around when he was over?”

 Steve starts blushing, his face beat red. “No! I swear Clint, he was always just a friend! I’d never be the guy who cheats… hold the fuck up, you two had a bet?!” The realization hits him like a ton of bricks.

 Sarah's the one to laugh now. “Actually, the three of us had a bet…,” she's pointing between you, Bucky and herself, “we all bet twenty bucks. I said you'd come out around spring break, she chose Thanksgiving and Bucky said New Year’s.”

 “The twin for the win!” You announce and grab a roll, setting it on your plate.

 Bucky leans into your ear and whispers, “I'll pay you later.”

“Unfuckingbelievable! My own family is against me!” Steve pouts and throws himself down in a chair, being hella overdramatic.

“Aww sweetheart, don't get so salty. They're just having fun.” Clint sits next to his boyfriend.

 Your mom chuckles and brings over the platter of turkey and sets is down directly in the middle of the table. She then sits in her own chair and looks around at everyone gathered around for the holiday meal. No one touches anything, the four of you waiting on Sarah to say grace. Even if you weren't a Rogers, you'd best know that Sarah takes grace very seriously, and the shit will pop off if you touch anything before the matriarch says o’n.  

“Bucky, Clint, welcome.” She starts and smiles softly at the two newcomers. “This is the first of many holidays you'll probably spend in our home. You'll always have a place here at this table, as long as you're good to my kids. They've both been through a lot, and I'm sure you have too. Mi casa, su casa. You'll always be family here.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Rogers.” Bucky replies

 “Yes, thank you.” Clint follows suit and Steve grabs his boyfriends’ hand and gives it a squeeze.

Sarah gives a knowing look and you all join hands, your mother ready to bless this meal. “Dear Dia, thank you for this food we are about to receive and the hands that helped prepare it. Thank you for the blessing of my two children, who make every day worth living and many thanks for allowing us to still be together to share this blessed day. This past year has been a rough one Dia, but you've seen us though and we will forever be in your debt. Thank you for the newcomers to our table and the relationships they have formed with Steve and Y/N, and may you continue to bless them as they go forward in love and life. And thank you James, for finding our Y/N and bringing her back into the light from the darkness within. You'll never know how much it means to both Steve and I to see her smiling face again. We have so many other things to be thankful for Dia, and our family will always be grateful and will never take a single thing for granted. In his name we pray, O’N.”

 “O’N” Steve and you reply.

 “Amen.” Bucky and Clint say in unison.

“Fies!” Sarah happily declares and the four of you dig in and start loading up your plates, Thanksgiving at the Rogers home ready to commence.

Irish

*Dia-Lord

* o’n-amen  

*fies-feast

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[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Wesley Weston
Characters: Danny Fenton, Wesley Weston, Jazz Fenton, Maddie Fenton
Additional Tags: Walker is mentioned repeatedly, Phantom Family AU, Revelations, being a lil shit is genetic apparently, Danny swears in stars and constellations and space stuff, Wes swears with cuss words
Summary: Prompt from Tumblr: I wish you would write a fic about Danny being a little shit to Vlad by revealing him to Wes.
Wes comes over and nearly gets Danny’s half life ended, which leads to further family revelations that leave Danny’s head spinning.

Danny Fenton was having a weird and not particularly pleasant week. His Dad had finally encountered the Box Ghost, who took one look at him and glitched out like a Bethesda character before apparently regaining his memories. Apparently, the Box Ghost was Jason Fenton, older brother of Jack Fenton. The Box Ghost was Danny’s Uncle. That was weird as fuck to discover, especially when he implied that Box Lunch would be a person he’d have to deal with soonish. He was going to have a cousin. His already living cousin, Wes, had decided later that week to ruin Danny’s life by asking him right in front of Jazz and Mom if he still had that giant green dog thing he’d crashed a game with. Danny dragged him up to the third floor of Fentonworks, shoved him into his room, and learned very quickly that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom the moment he focused on him. “Orion, man, you can’t just imply I’m a ghost in front of Mom or Dad!” “Why not?” Wes stared at him like he’d grown a second head - he hadn’t, he knew the sensation - and Danny took a moment to redirect the energy surging to his eyes over his skin and outward. It blanketed the room in a wave and left what Tucker had described as the feeling of touching an old tv and feeling static on your fingers all over the place. Wes rubbed his arm and raised a brow at him. “Wes, tell me what Jack Fenton is going to think if you tell him ‘hey that ghost kid you shoot at all the time is your kid’? Actually, no, how the fuck did you even figure it out?” “You look like you put on your suit and then someone turned on the color inversion filter on their camera. Blue skin, white hair, black and white suit.” Wes paused and poked Danny’s cheek, looking him in the eye. “Your eyes should be orange instead of green though if that were the whole case. How’d this happen? Last time I talked to you, you n Tucker were talking about building a motorcycle that could fly.” “The hoverbike has sorta been put on hold, I’ll admit,” Danny grumbled, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. He pulled his hands away from his face and Wes was still there, tall and stupid and overly observant. “If I tell you what happened, do you promise not to out me to my parents?” “I-should I treat this like you’re in the closet?” Wes snorted at the idea. “Closeted dead guy. Alright, I can get that. But uh, if you’re dead, why are you still…” he wiggled his hand and then gestured at Danny’s room. “In a house with ghost hunters?” “Well, to start with, I’m not actually dead. Not entirely, anyway.” Danny sat down on his bed and Wes followed, and after taking a moment to triple check that Vlad’s bugs weren’t in his room with another wave of energy, Danny told Wes the story of the Accident. It was a short story, but he was slow about it. He’d never really discussed it with anyone, Sam and Tucker just sort of knew better than to bring it up and Jazz probably thought he’d tell her himself in his own time. By the time he finished, Wes looked almost as uncomfortable with the situation as Danny felt. “You know, not to sound like a cheesy 90’s cartoon character but this is why you shouldn’t give in to peer pressure.” Danny snorted and laughed at that, and Wes grinned even when Danny elbowed him. “Ok, so I’m putting together that you did a bunch of dumb shit and found yourself decided to be a superhero. What the fuck was up with the dog, or the mayor getting kidnapped? Your eyes were fuckin red when you stole a bunch of shit that one time too.” “Ok in order of what all happened: Axiom labs euthanized their guard dogs and one of them came looking for his squeaky toy but forgot where it was and no matter how many times I shoved Cujo back into the portal-” “ Cujo ?” Wes snorted and ruffled Danny’s hair. “Have you been reading the stuff Sam gives you or did your emo phase just never really end? You have the emo bangs.” “I do not!” Danny huffed, running a hand through his curly hair that, well, Wes couldn’t really ruin a mess, could he? “You’re the one with actual bangs, sasquatch hunter.” “Acknowledging that Big Foot is real doesn’t mean I’m gonna go and shoot it.” Wes crossed his arms and rested them on Danny’s head. “By the way, any idea when that growth spurt is due?” “Bold words for someone with his shins within targeting range.” “I can and will put you in a headlock Astroboy.” “I can slam dunk you through a hoop like your precious balls.” Wes said nothing to this and simply leaned more onto Danny’s head. “If I snap my neck because of you I’m suing. Anyway no matter how often I yeeted Cujo back into the Ghost Zone-” “I beg of you to call it something cooler. Call it the afterlife even, just. Please.” “He just kept digging his way out. So, I looked at his tag, saw that he came from Axiom, and we ended up in there, while getting shot at by the Red Huntress-” “Valerie, right?” “H-” “She appeared as the Huntress literally the same time the dog shit was happening, and I am getting increasingly worried that no one has noticed that she sounds the same in her Red Huntress suit as she does in the Nasty Burger mascot suit.” Wes dropped his arms to Danny’s shoulder, but still rested his chin in his hair, humming loudly. Danny slid into that spot between and snorted when Wes fell onto the bed. “I can’t tell you how pissed she was that I outed her to her dad about being the Huntress so that she wouldn’t get herself killed fighting Pariah Dark. Pretty sure if you tell her or anyone else about that, she’ll shoot you.” “I mean, it’d probably get her swarmed by so much hostility she stops shooting at you, so that’d be a plus. I’d just come back and bug you anyway.” “You’re a jerk, but I guess you’re alright.” Danny flopped back. “The mayor thing was a ghost, this douche bag prison warden named Walker in the GZ who decided that since I broke out of his prison I owe him over a thousand years and he’d make my home a prison instead.” Wes stared at him, clasped his hands flat against each other, and took a deep breath. “There are so many things wrong in that sentence. Why were you in ghost prison?” “I did ghost crimes.” Wes looked and sounded like he was in some deal of pain, and Danny couldn’t help but grin. “Dad’s anniversary present for Mom fell through the portal while I was cleaning up by shooting things into their proper place,” he covered Wes’ mouth as he opened it, “and so I flew in after it, but it was a ‘real world item’ as though the Ghost Zone is fake somehow, and that was ‘Against The Rules’ according to Walker.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I got the present out and back to Dad but I had to like, get to him at your mom’s place.” “Did you fly all the way from Minnesota to Arkansas for a present?” “Arcturus, no, not with my powers.” Danny laughed, laying back on his bed. “That’d take me like, 8 hours at top speed. No, I used the Speeder.” “Have you modified it to get into space?” “Not yet.” “Do you have permission to mod it for space travel?” “Do I have permission to be dead?” “Touche.” “Anyway, Walker is stronger than me, even when possessing a human, so when all eyes and cameras were on me he possessed the mayor and dragged me back inside to make it look like I was dragging him in. Whole invasion was his idea.” “Danny?” “And then with the robberies when my eyes were red, did you know about Circus Gothica? Cause me and some other ghosts were under the control of the ring master of the circus, Freakshow, who had this freakin crystal ball thing that could control ghosts attached to his staff. It shattered after a very long fall, thank Astrea.” “That’s really fucked up. You’ve had a fucked up life.” “Yeah.” Danny shrugged. “I guess I have.” “Know what’s more fucked up about this?” Wes had a too big grin on his face and Danny narrowed his eyes. “Do you remember my mom’s last name?” “Wal..ker… no. ” The two of them were thundering down the stairs in seconds, Danny half shouting in the livingroom. “ Mom was your dad, by chance, a law enforcement officer, or jail warden or something?” Mom looked up at him from the staff she was tinkering with on the table - note to self, sterilize the table before dinner - and blinked at him a couple of times before smiling and nodding. “Why yes, he did. Warden James Lamont Walker ran the Spittoon prison when he was alive. He was a good man, if a bit strict.  To my and Alicia’s fury and grief he was murdered during a prison break.” Mom stared off in the distance, the air around her curling with a dark cold that Danny was sure only he could see. Then she softened up a bit and smiled softly at them. “Why?” “No reason, auntie, I was just curious about something and Danny thought we should ask you.” Wes played with the hem of his shirt while maintaining eye contact and Danny wondered if he had a tell for awkwardness like that. Then he realized he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you have any pictures of him?” “Oh, yes! They’re in the shed! My boxes are actually labelled.” “Uh oh, careful, Dad might hear of organization and come to tear it up,” Danny said with a laugh, half dragging Wes out the back door. When they were out of his mom’s considerable ear shot, Danny said softly, but with feeling, “Fuck.” “Got locked up by grandpa, huh? That’s like, the worst way to get grounded ever .” Wes snickered and watched Danny run-walk up to the shed, hand glowing so softly you could only see it by staring directly at it as he turned the knob. “There are odds, slim ones, that this is a whole different Walker. It might even be his first name.” “Who the hell names their kid Walker?” “Walter, Wayne and Wesley Weston.” “Alright then.” For a few minutes the two of them searched through the mess known as the Fenton Family Shed for a box with a label neither had thought to ask for. Eventually, they found one labeled Scrapbooks and carefully eased it out of the mess of it all. “Y’knonw, Danny,” Wes said as they opened the box and started flipping through scrapbooks with just enough care not to damage them. “I’m feelin kinda good about investigating a ghost with you. Is this how it is with you n your boyfriend and best friend?” Danny almost tore a page out, turning to stare at Wes. He must’ve felt the temperature drop for a second because he looked up with a raised brow. “What?” “Boyfriend?” “Tucker. Tucker Foley.” Danny’s jaw dropped and Wes’ confusion morphed into a shit eating grin. “You know, Tucker spends most of his time with you Foley? The one you build shit with all the time? The nerd that you get sick in sync with? I’ve seen you lose a pencil and then he puts one behind your ear while you look for the one you lost. You made him a custom gaming computer disguised as a console.” Danny’s face burned red as a tomato at this point and he shoved Wes. “Shut up I’m not dating Tucker!” “I have to ask Jazz about this now, you’re killing me.” Wes snorted and flipped a page. He blinked down at the scrapbook and pointed at a picture. “James Walker. This look anything like him?” Danny took the book and looked at the picture. Looked at the several pictures of the man with his daughters, wearing a black pinstriped suit in a handful of them. And he let out a long, loud groan. “I hate this week, I hate it so much.” Wes started cackling and Danny scowled. “That reminds me.” He kicked Wes in the shins and grinned. “Much better. Also, Wes, I gotta tell you. I’m not one of a kind, as far as my living status goes.” “Oh what, there’s another Schrodinger’s little shit flying around out there?” Wes rubbed his ankle and hissed. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but that fruitloop we call a mayor may have been elected because he possessed literally everyone that was voting.” Wes went silent and stared at him, and Danny nodded. “Think you can pester him instead of me? He wants to kill Dad and thinks that he can get Mom if he does that.” “Danny. My Dad works for Masters.” “This puts you in the perfect position to mess with him, I say. Just act like you’re there to see your dad.” “You oblivious asshole. I fuckin love you, cous.” “Same here, skyscraper.”

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