#this might be my new favorite clip of them bye

[taylorhawkins]

dave grohl poorly explaining what teletubbies are and taylor hawkins trying to follow him is definitely among the cutest things I have ever seen enjoy

#this might be my new favorite clip of them bye #taylor is the sweetest #I’m obsessed. you’re welcome #taylor hawkins #dave grohl #grohlkins #foo fighters #video #i feel like I have to add the caption or ppl won’t clicky clicky but MY CAPTIONS ARE CRINGE I am sorry #i miss this boy so much #sigh

[southstand]

(copy) ahh sorry again for the late response, my week has been good though, ty! :) i hope things lighten up for you soon!! 🫂

mmm, yeah i figured they’d do something a little more classic with him! & definitely w/ it just being 2 pics, that was why i was curious if there might be more photos yet to be released from this shoot (sorry, my wording was weird in the first ask) but i didn’t know how that kind of stuff rolled out. it seems twitter got a hold of the rest (or most of the rest?) of the photos though, so!! the black and white headshot & the one with his hand over his right eye are my favorites of the new photos!!! visually, the shadow of the dip in his throat framed by the shirt collar is so nice ❤️

also, YESSS @ him doing smth like heungmin’s calvin klein shoot that was SO good, i would be really excited to see what a kim hee june photoshoot would turn out like 🥺🥺 i’d love to see a sillier photoshoot especially!

ahh the main reason isn’t anything significant though, it was basically just peer pressure from my friends 😭😭 & yes!! ❤️❤️ wishing them luck for their next cup :) and speaking of! do you plan to watch the womens cup next yr?

also TYY for the reminder abt dramacool!! i always forget that their variety shows get subbed because the past few times ive looked show up they were all raws lol T_T

i just finished the ila episode with heechan in it and wow.. it is the fabien i was thinking of on the cast.. ngl i did not know that french man had actual gigs i thought was just some random friend of that one american expat who does youtube videos 😦😦 also also why did he keep putting the steaming hot pans straight onto his wooden table 😭😭 i was so suprised they didnt comment on that bc it was bringing me to the verge of hysterics fr his poor table… PLUS THE -190 C CYROTHERAPY the way he took his shirt off for it too thats crazy 😱😱

nd yeahh, omg i didnt even think of it in terms of tv personas 😭😭 they do that for sports players too??

MOMMY&ME LESSONS… help !! 😭😭 can’t deny it but that really is such a funny comparison to think of. & yeah i think burberry really depends on the model.. like heungmin has a vibe that fits the clothes they put him in (complimentary) but with some of those luxury brands the styling just feels too mature? also that reminds me i wanted to look for the rest of the photos from seungho’s shoot.. ;; the ones you rb’d look so niiicee 🥺🥺 dazed korea really is so <33.

hi there anon!! hope you’ve been well since the last time we spoke ☺️ things have been busy on my end but mostly okay, sorry for the ULTRA late response 😭

yessss i saw the rest of the pics!! i love the b&w headshot too!! i think guesung just has a rly interesting face and i loooove the closeups of his eyes and his freckles, it’s so pleasing to look at!! the new elle man photos have also been rly nice … i just know the modelling industry is sobbing knowing cho guesung exists and he decided to play football 😭 also your MIND i would LOVE to see him in a kim hee june photoshoot that would be excellent …

helppp i live in germany so i know all about the football peer pressure 😭 and yes i do plan to watch the women’s wc!!! it’s gonna be fun 🫂 also yeah dramacool has most if not all subbed variety shows, i normally watch random raw clips but if i get the time i love sitting down and watching full ila eps especially :)

HEECHAN’S ILA EP BELOVED!!! and help bye wrt fabien 😭 yeah he has actual gigs, he’s also a host on my neighbour charles, he belongs to the group of foreigner comedians in korea who speak korean 😭 (like sam hammington, sam okyere, etc) AND YEAH i was wondering why they didn’t mention him straight up putting his hot utensils on his wooden table like knowing the ila hosts that’s very much a comment they would make 💀 the cryotherapy is so intense i was just like 😦 the life of a footballer is wild … btw idk if they actually have pr training but i would assume so 😭 although considering how many footballers put their whole foot in their mouth in interviews sometimes ig there’s ppl who pay attention and ppl who don’t 💀

YES heungmin is just so stylish like the clothes he wears casually on a personal level are soooo korean street fashion and he looks so good in them!! he does rly well in mature styling too, heungmin just has the essence to pull things like burberry off in a fantastic manner. and yes i love dazed korea … 🫶🏾 hope some of the boys get more deals with them bc i love their photoshoots!!

hope you’re well anon ☺️🫶🏾 sorry again for the looooong overdue response 😭 but thinking of u always!!!

#btw have u heard abt the guesung transferring to celtic or mainz rumours … i am on the edge of my seat wrt where he decides to go #rahul answers

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceitmus #ts anxceitmus #familial anxceitmus #kid!patton #anxceit #ts anxceit #dukexiety #ts dukexiety #ts dukeceit #dukeceit #demus #ts demus #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #logince #ts logince #ts patton #ts virgil #ts remus #ts janus #ts roman #found family #parental moxiety #platonic creativitwins #requests

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Love Blooming

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader

Summary: It started when Frankie walked into a flower shop...

A/N: I'm willing to write a part 2 if someone wants it.

Frankie felt so out of his limit. When Will insisted to set him on a blind date, he uninterestingly agreed, thinking that Will would forget about it. Turns out he didn't. So now Frankie is rushing. He's sweaty, coming straight from work to pick up Mia, paying the babysitter, dropping off Mia. Now he had to grab some flowers, and maybe buy some cologne or body spray from the store nearby so he doesn't smell so bad.

He enters the small flower shop and he's overwhelmed by the different floral aromas and colors.

"Be right out!" you call out from the back. A few seconds pass and you step out holding a tray of small succulents. You set them down on the table and when you look at Frankie, your eyes light up and you smile brightly at him, "Hi there! What can I do for you today?" He thinks you look beautiful with your smile and the flower clips in your hair.

Frankie nervously rubs the back of his neck and walks closer to the counter, "Um...I'd like some flowers."

You giggle, "Well you came to the right place. What's the occasion?"

"A date."

"Do you happen to know what the person likes?" you ask interestingly.

He sighs and shakes his head, "No. This is a first date, blind date. One that don't even want to go on, honestly." he murmurs the last part and winces, "Sorry. I didn't-"

"It's okay. I think we'll go with daffodils. They're simple, pretty, and symbolize new beginnings. I think that fits for first dates. You never know if it's that start of something, ya know?" You move around the counter towards the greenhouse. You don't signal for Frankie to follow, but he does anyway.

When you feel his presence, you glance over your shoulder and give him a polite smile. He doesn't know why, but his stomach flutters whenever you seem to look at him.

"So Mister..."

"Frankie. Call me Frankie."

"Frankie, okay," you stop in front of the daffodils, pulling out your gardening scissors from your apron and you start cutting, "I'm guessing your friend set you up on this blind date against your will?"

Frankie stuffs his hands in his back pockets and sighs, "Sorta. I mean, he offered to set me up with her a few weeks ago and I blindly said yes. I honestly thought he'd forget about it. I was wrong."

"Not looking to date right now?"

"I got a lot on my plate right now, honestly."

You nodded, "I see." you pull out some twine from your other apron pocket and bind the bundle of flowers together. You then hand them to Frankie, "Here ya go! I hope you enjoy your date!"

Frankie took the flowers and looked at you with furrowed brows, "Don't need to pay for these?"

"Free of charge."

"You sure?"

"Definitely. I really hope things go well on your date."

"Um thanks-" you give him your name and he repeats it and you nod in confirmation, "Well thanks. I guess if I'll ever need flowers again, I'll come to you."

"Please do! Bye, Frankie!" you escort him to the door and wave as he hops into his truck, driving away.

Frankie looks at the time and sees that he's running late. Guess he'll have to skip out on the cologne.

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It's two weeks later when Frankie walks back into your shop, this time he has Mia attached to his hip.

You're at the counter already helping another customer, but a minute later, they're walking away and you're giving him a welcoming wave.

"Frankie! It's good to see you again!" He approaches the counter and sets Mia down and you smile softly at her, "And who's this cutie?"

"This is my daughter, Mia. Honey, say hi!"

The three year old looks at you and then hides her face into Frankie's shirt and you giggle, "She's shy, I see. It's okay. Anyway, what can I help you with today? Oh! How was the date?"

He shrugged, "Alright. We didn't really click."

Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, "Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. She liked the flowers though. So I guess there's that. Anyway, um, I'm on my way to a friend's engagement party. Didn't have time to really get them anything."

"Well I'm here at your disposal! Follow me!" you walk towards the greenhouse and Frankie picks up Mia, setting her down. Her small hand goes into his and the two Morales' follow you.

"So yellow tulips symbolize cheerful thoughts, which I suppose you're sending when people get engaged." You pull out your scissors and hold them out to Frankie, "Here."

"What?"

"You and Mia can cut them. Grab as many as you'd like."

"You sure?"

"Yup!"

"Okay," he takes the flowers and kneels beside the flowerbed of yellow tulips, "Honey, you wanna cut some flowers for Uncle Benny?"

You see Frankie's eyes go soft as he guide's his daughters hands across the scissor and cuts one flower off, "Good job, sweetheart!" he kisses her head, "Let's do a few more, okay?"

Mia giggles and says, "'Kay, daddy."

You go back to the counter to sort out a new shipment of seeds. A few minutes later, Frankie appears setting the flowers down. He pulls out his wallet as you wrap the flowers up, "I'm paying for the flowers this time."

You shake your head, "No, you're not."

"Oh come on."

You shake your head again, "Seeing you and Mia have some cute daddy and daughter time was payment enough." Frankie says your name and you stop him, "Nope!" You also slide a card over to him, "And here's a card to go with it. Just scribble your name and you're good to go."

Frankie chuckles in disbelief as he writes his and Mia's name in the card. He then takes it and the flowers in one hand, his other hand preoccupied with Mia's, "You're losing money doing this."

"Hardly. But I hope you guys have a good rest of your day!" you leaned over the counter and waved at Mia, "Bye Mia! It was nice meeting you!"

Mia, feeling a little more comfortable, smiled shyly and waved, making you giggle. Frankie smiles at the sight and sound, then clears his throat, "I don't mean to be forward, but, um, would you like to get some coffee sometime?"

You brightly smile at him again, "I'd love to!" you take a business card and scribble your personal number, "I usually take Fridays and Sundays off."

"Who runs the shop when you're not here?"

"I have other employees. But call or text me sometime and we can hash out the details."

"Alright," he smiles and pockets the card. He gives you a wave, "Thanks again."

"Anytime," you say as you wave back and watch as Frankie and Mia hop into the truck and drive away.

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You and Frankie have been texting back and forth for two weeks. He's been really busy with work lately, hence why you've yet to go on that coffee date.

Frankie: So I know I asked you out for coffee, but do you actually drink coffee? Or are you more of a tea person?

You: I do drink coffee, yes. Usually something sweet with vanilla or cinnamon flavoring.

Frankie: You're one of THOSE people.

You: DON'T KNOCK IT UNTIL YOU TRY IT, FRANKIE!

Frankie: ;)

That's all he sends you and you were going to reply, but a few customers have walked in and you became preoccupied.

You're finishing up and order when you see Frankie walking through the door with two coffees and a paper bag.

You give him another one of those heart stopping smiles and he seems to blush from that, "Hey! You didn't tell me you were coming!"

"That would've ruined the surprise, cherry blossom."

You cocked a brow at him and smiled, "Cherry blossom?"

He shrugged, "I dunno. It fits. You work at a flower shop and...you're as beautiful as a cherry blossom."

You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, "Well, aren't you sweet."

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"I haven't."

He gives you a questioning look and you snicker, "Lemme just get Jess to take over the front. If you head through those doors at the back of the greenhouse, it leads to my favorite hiding spot. Meet me there?"

"Yes, ma'am." Frankie replies with a nod and proceeds to head over.

You quickly rush to the back where Jess is, "Quick! Take over the front!"

"What? But why so...rushy?"

"Frankie's here and he brought me coffee and lunch!"

"Frankie, hot dilf, Frankie?"

You groan, "Don't call him that, but yes!" You practically rip off your work apron, dust off any soil left on your clothes and fix your hair to look less messy, "How do I look?"

"Decent."

"Good enough!"

You quickly rush to the back where you told Frankie to met you and let out a deep breath before stepping in, "So, what made you decide to bring me lunch?"

"The fact that I've been so busy that I keep pushing back our date. I figured that I have time now, might as well."

"Eager, hm?" you laugh when he shyly looks away and you place your hand on his arm, "Hey, it's okay. It's cute. You're cute." then you scrunched your face up, "No. That's weird. It's like we're teenagers saying that. We're adults. You're handsome. There. That sounds better."

Frankie chuckles and then looks around the room, "This is a nice area."

"Thanks. It used to be storage, but I wanted to have a place where we can hold classes or little luncheons for guests. It's not finished yet."

"Still looks beautiful," he notes the vines going down the frames of the windows, the soft pastels of different flowers. His eyes go back to you and he sees you softly staring back at him.

Your gaze makes him nervous so he grabs two sandwiches from the paper bag he brought, "I, uh, didn't know if you liked sandwiches, but these are best sellers."

"Thank you, and for future reference, I'm not picky."

"Good to know," he then takes your coffee, handing it to you, "I hope this is to your liking."

You accepted it and took a sip, smacking your lips together to really get a taste, "Mmmm! That's some good stuff right there!" and Frankie let out a breath of relief. You giggled, setting the drink down, "Are you always this nervous when it comes to dates, Frankie?"

"I...Well, to be honest, haven't gone on dates in a long time. Since Mia was born and my ex and I separated, never really had time. It wasn't a priority because my main focus was on my little girl. That blind date was my first date in a few years."

"So what changed?"

Frankie bit his lip and nervously reached out, placing his hand over yours, "You. God, I don't know what it is about you, cherry blossom, but you just seem to pull me in. I want to get to know you, take you out, hold you, kiss you. All of it." his thumb softly rubs against the back of your hand and you smile sweetly at him.

"I get what you're saying, Frankie, because I feel that way about you too. The way you're so sweet and kind, you're a great father to Mia, and you care about your friends. I'd love to continue getting to know you. There's just something about you to that pulls me towards you."

"If we do this, I just...I need to warn you that I'm a little rough around the edges. I've gone through some stuff-"

"-And that's okay. And you don't need to share that with me unless you want to."

Frankie chuckles to himself and shakes his head, "You wanna know something?"

"Hm?"

"I'm glad I went on that blind date, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have met you, cherry blossom."

You giggle and place your other hand on top of Frankie's, "I think that nickname is starting to grow on me. I was a little iffy of it at first but the way you say it...sounds so sweet. You're so sweet, Frankie."

Jess walks into the room with her hand over her eyes, "Are you guys decent?"

You roll your eyes and look over your shoulder, "Quit it, will you?"

Jess drops her hand and smirks at you, then looks at Frankie, "Oh yeah. Definitely a dilf."

"JESS!"

The young woman cackles and dodges a napkin ball you've thrown her way, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Anyway, a delivery arrived. You want me to sign it off?"

"Please do," you reply with a nod.

"I can go if you're busy," Frankie said and you immediately replied, "No no. You're staying. Jess can handle everything."

The young woman saluted, "Yup! I can handle it. Also, remember to use prote-"

"I CAN FIRE YOU, YOU KNOW!"

She proceeds to rush out of there and back to the storefront and you groan, letting your head fall into your hands.

"So....you think I'm a dilf?"

Your head shot up and your eyes widened, "No! I mean, yes, but no! i just told Jess that you're a dad who also happens to be very attractive!"

"So a dilf."

You ball up another napkin and throw it at Frankie, who's just laughing wholeheartedly.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie catfish morales x reader #fem!reader #female!reader #triple frontier

[henlex]

Disclaimer: I accidentally fell in love with gye so just bare with me🙏 I didnt plan for that

Another underrated pair for @bonknanab 💖💕💖💕💖

Gyechan

First thoughts holy shit all the earth. But gye cancer venus MY HEART this boy is so soft bye. A whole marshmallow. Also the amount of taurus too, this boy LOVES cuddling. But so does minchie cuz virgo AND leo = cuddles sooooo. Leo moon. Makes sense.

Suns

Gye: taurus. Earth, really steady and strong, very consistent/ dependable. They rely on their senses to experience the world. Like the care a lot about how things feel, taste, smell. Catch them wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket. They can be possessive, they love their things a lot and want to protect them. But this can carry over to people too, they like to possess their loved ones, like have ownership of them. It helps them feel secure. It's just so cute oml😭 tangent: this is why kangmin feels so comfy with the and he's his favorite. He's just a kid with a ton of emotions (scorp moon) and gye is just so stable and reliable, that "I've got you I'm not going anywhere" energy that kangmin needs. I'm a sap leave me alone.  But they hardly get jealous. Can be pretty stubborn and slow moving. They dont like change and dont like changing their mind. Slow to start, especially if they're comfy, they might just lay in bed all day😂

Min: Virgo. Hardworking, love being knowledgeable about things/ learning about them. Sensitive to their surroundings. Can be shy with new people but when comfortable theyll talk forever. They love to be appreciated and useful. Prone to worry, they tend to be pretty responsible.  They love to be doing something and can get restless when they arent. Can be perfectionists because they want to do things the best they can. They're very aware of their bodies. Very curious and love to explore, great observers. They can be pretty hard on themselves 😭 They can be very proud of the way they do things. Can be big sweethearts and are always ready to help.

Moon

Gye: Taurus: ay it's me🤝 So a lot of the same as the sun, but this is the core, his emotions. These people have a super calming aura, you just kind of feel wrapped in a blanket. They love consistency and home. They put down deep roots. Can be a bit oblivious and avoid messy/ chaotic displays. Can be conservative. Deep emotions, affection, sentimental. Romantic but do like taking risks with the first move. Really good instincts. Really good sense of smell?? They really stick with things, dont run when things get hard. Once they're in, they're in for the long haul. It takes a lot to actually bother them.

Min: Leo. This is why he likes being on stage even though virgos tend to be behind the scenes types. They really love entertaining those they're close too and are often a comedian. They kind of like to control their inner circle. Strong desire to create and entertain but can be a bit lazy, possibly bossy too. They need a lot of love and attention to function😭 They can be really dramatic if they get offended but they dont like public displays, they save that for home😂 Stubborn, needs time to adjust to changes. They strive for fairness and hate following orders.

Mercury

Gye: taurus. Istg what is this man

Say it with me kids stub👏born👏

Slow moving, think through decisions. They seem lazy because of just how long it takes them to decide something😂 Slow to start things... Sensual again. Slow communication, everything is deliberate. Very practical so people take them seriously. Can be pretty sarcastic and funny. Pleasant voices. Practical in learning too, they need to have real world examples or know how it affects them.

Min: virgo😂. Likes order/ control, gets uneasy when it's not. Detail oriented. LOVE when appreciate their intellect. Very good at taking care of the day to day. They can be impatient with others because they think they do things best. Helps others by taking care of the little things.

Venus

Gye: cancer. UWU. We've got a marshmallow guys.

Ok so Sensitive in love, they like commitment and dependability. Theyll give you security, comfort and care. They show their love by caring for you. They crave safety. They watch their loved ones emotions. This is a big 180 after all the Taurus. They can be moody to get attention oml. Either this is really toned down from the taurus moon or im blind. It's hard for them to forgive/ forget if you've hurt them (same with the taurus moon so☠) They can retreat/ hide to care for themselves. God this is like taurus but extra soft😭 Ok so strong attachment to family and home. Sentimental, love snuggling😭 They need to feel secure and have a strong fear of rejection/ abandonment.

Min: virgo. Good lord. Not flirty. Tries to win someone over with devotion and showing them a ton of attention. Cautious, slowly makes his way into their heart. Sensitive and insecure in love😭 They need to know feelings are mutual before they make a move..... Can childishly tease their crush💆🏼‍♀️ But they have good intentions. They arent attracted to show offs, they like understated, unnoticed people. These people love quietly helping and doing the little things. You'll win them over if you recognize their efforts, they just want to be appreciated.

Mars

Gye: libra. Out of left field fr. Oop indecisive yet again. He's so lucky theres not a ton of fire in this group or I swear people would kill him. I'm sure dongheon and hoyoung have gotten impatient before tho cuz damn. Anyway they really like to weigh all their options. Overwhelming desire for balance. They're generally optimistic, and can be defensive. Can play innocent. Passive aggressive 💆🏼‍♀️. Very good mediators.

Can be incredibly charming. The pickiest lovers and desire equality it every aspect.

Min: leo. A strong creative energy and the feeling their life has significant meaning and purpose. Very passionate. Driven and normally have a set path. They have an air of authority and power. Lol they demand loyalty and admiration in their relationships. Can get fired up when they feel wronged or defensive. But they're really kind and driven by the heart.

Eye.

*skip for s*x mentions* do like idek how to say this. But like they want to be seen as godlike, worshipped. But they also want to worship the other person. Likes an imbalance of power. Show off. Possessive + jealous but tries to hide it. But everything is laced with love and affection.

Notes:

Gye's steadiness could really help min to calm his worry.

it's great that it takes a lot to actually annoy him cuz...we all know minchie 💕

Omfg they're both kinda lazy😂 Lazy morning cuddles let's goooo.

Ok but gye could very much be oblivious to mins need for love/ compliments etc. Cue that clip gye had to compliment min and it was short but min was like that's all?? And the was like Oh! And just kept on going. So cute. Like he has to problem expressing his affection but min literally needs to physically say how much he needs😂😂

They both hate change and surprises so🤝

Ok but minchans venus is kind of perfect for gyes cuz he needs that stability. But gye would probably be thrown at first if minchan wasnt being obvious. Theyd be really cute together but the challenge would be getting together.

Honestly they seem super soft and comfy (probably mostly behind the camera rip) earth babies but also playful and precious. As the 2 earth signs in the group (and with a ron of earth placements too) they could really find solace in each other and I think that's so sweet💕

#ships #verivery #kpop astrology #gyehyeon #verivery gyehyeon #minchan #verivery minchan #gyechan #astrology #asks

[labyrinth-runner]

"I... Think I'm in love" with Dan?????

Okay, so I’m writing this one as a sequel to War of Hearts, because it just fit and I hope that’s okay.

Title: Love Heals

Word Count: 3000

Your wedding night was quiet. He helped you with the ties of your gown and then retired to his own room. The bed felt too big for just you alone as you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Eventually, you grew tired of it and slipped on your robe before padding down the hall.

You took a steeling breath before gently rapping your knuckles against the door.

The door was open in a matter of seconds and he was looking down at you with concern in his eyes, “Couldn’t sleep?”

“The bed is just...” you trailed off, looking down at your feet. You felt silly, standing in front of this stranger because you couldn’t sleep.

Gently, he tipped your chin back up so that you would look at him, “Would you like to sleep in here?” His voice was soft.

You allowed yourself to nod.

A small smile settled on his lips as he stepped aside for you to enter. 

Tucking your arms behind your back, you stepped into his candlelit room. You noted that his bed wasn’t turned down yet, meaning he hadn’t even gone to bed. As you turned back to him, you realized he was still in his suit.

“What were you doing before I knocked?” you asked curiously as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“I was writing to my estate to have them ready the manor for you,” he replied.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You want me to go to the manor without you?”

“It’s to be your home,” he said, brows furrowing.

“But you won’t be there,” you murmured.

“If you would like, you can host as many friends as you want,” he offered as he leaned against his desk.

If you were being honest, you weren’t sure you were ready to leave home and your parents. “How far away is it?”

“Two day’s ride,” he estimated. “It’s in upstate New York. I own an apple orchard.”

Somehow, you could see that. You rested your hands on your hips as you came over to him, “Am I expected to pick these apples?”

“Only if you want to eat or cook with them,” he smirked.

You smiled back, feeling the tension break. Then, you folded your hands in front of you. “When do you have to go back to the frontline?”

“At the end of the week,” he replied, gently reaching forward to take your hands in his. They were warm and slightly rough against your skin as he dragged his thumb back and forth across the backs of your hand.

“You should get some rest,” you said softly, taking your hands back. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached up to unbutton his vest. “At the very least, you should get more comfortable.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, taking your hand and kissing your finger tips. “Get some sleep. I’ll join you when I finish this letter.”

You withdrew from him, slightly in relief, and slightly in disappointment. Gingerly, you took your robe off and hung it off the bed post before slipping into bed. After closing your eyes, you let the soft sound of his pen dragging across a page lull you to sleep.

The days passed by swiftly. It wasn’t nearly enough time to truly get to know your husband. Soon enough, you found yourself at the train station about to say goodbye.

“Well, this next one is mine,” he murmured as you stood there on the platform.

“Will you write to me?” you asked, a little too eagerly.

“If you wish it,” he said with a slight smile. “Although, I don’t suppose that my stories of war would be pleasant to hear.”

“If you don’t wish to talk about war, then romance me instead,” you shot back.

A slight tinge of pink settled into his cheeks. “Alright, Mrs. Torrance. I think I can do that.”

Mrs. Torrance. It was like an arrow to your heart.

His train pulled up to the station and he gave you an apologetic look. “I wish we had more time.”

“Win the war and you’ll be back before you know it,” you replied with a soft smile. “Be safe, Captain Torrance.”

“I’ll try to come back to you in one piece,” he said, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

It wasn’t enough for the occasion. He was going off to fight and you might never see him again. Sure, you barely knew him and had only been married for a week, but a hand squeeze was not enough for the gravity of the situation. You tipped up on your toes to kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin for a moment more than you would have a week ago.

“Good bye, Captain,” you said as you pulled back.

“Good bye, my dear,” he grinned before saluting the superior officer ushering troops onto the train.

You stayed on the platform longer than necessary, not moving from your spot until the train was far into the distance and had disappeared around the bend. Then, you got into the carriage with all your things atop it and rode for your new home.

                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The manor sprawled in front of you. An orchard engulfed the horizon around the house and you could not help the smile on your face. It was so much grander than he had told you. 

As the carriage pulled up the drive, you let a small chuckle escape your lips. This was your home? It was so much more than you could have imagined. Stepping out of the carriage, the cool, crisp air filled your lungs. It was so much cleaner than the city.

Hired help unloaded your bags into the manor as you went up the stairs of the porch. 

“Mrs. Torrance, this was left for you,” the butler said before handing you a letter.  

You took it, walking absentmindedly through the house as you explored.  

Eventually, you happened upon what you figured was your husband’s study. Books lined the walls and a large brown mahogany desk sat amidst it all. You ran your hand along the leather chair before sitting down and opening the letter.

Dear wife,

If you’re reading this, then you have arrived at Helen Rivington Estate without me. It’s something I would have liked to avoid. After all, I should have carried you across the threshold as any husband ought. I can only hope that absence will make the heart grow fonder. In lieu of my physically being there, I thought I would leave you a little hunt around the grounds to show you my favorite places.

Until we meet again,

Dan

You flipped the letter over and found a series of clues. A grin broke across your face as you started off on your quest.

The hunt took you all around the estate as you found little clues and poems that let you get to know the man you had married more and more. By the end of it all, you found yourself in a secret library behind the room you’d started in. Light streamed in through a stained glass window, coating a plush chair in a warm glow. If the room outside was your husband’s study, then this would be your special place that you could go to be close to him when he needed to work.

You sat down on the chair and started to pen your first letter to him, telling him all about your day’s adventures. Words flowed freely with more ease than earlier that week. You were comfortable with who you were, and what it would be like to be Mrs. Torrance.

It was the first letter of many that the two of you sent back and forth for months while he was away. With each stroke of the pen you fell more and more in love with him. Rarely did he ever mention the war, true to his earlier statement. Although, sometimes you wish he had. You wanted to know what life was like for him. You wanted to share in his struggles and emotional hardships. 

Every response contained a small couplet of a poem that he wrote for you, usually based upon the contents in your letter. However, they always made you smile. Although he wasn’t home, his letters made it feel as if he were only a moment away at all times. It made the loneliness of the vast estate and the quiet of your bedchambers more bearable as it filled with your laughter at his words.

And then the letters stopped.

You weren’t sure if it was something you had done or if something had happened, but you went through your days with a pit in your stomach. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what. Weeks without correspondence turned to months and you found yourself retreating back into your worries and sadness. Part of you debated returning home to surround yourself with those you knew and loved.

The idea was growing more and more appealing as the seasons changed and you found yourself pulling the shawl tighter around yourself as you walked in the orchard. You had sent staff home for the season and were walking through the rows of trees with a basket in hand. Absentmindedly, you picked apples and placed them into the basket, letting the silence surround you.

Then you heard it.

The familiar clip clop of horses hooves up the gravel drive. 

You stood in disbelief, sure that you were hearing things until you saw the carriage come down the drive. The basket fell from your hands and you hiked up your skirts. You scrambled over fallen apples and tree roots to get back up the drive. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as you took in the body on the back of the cart. 

“No,” you whispered, dropping your gown. You walked towards the carriage in a haze.

“Ma’am, are you Mrs. Torrance?” the man driving the cart asked.

“Yes,” you breathed as he came to a stop.

The man nodded and got into the back of the carriage. “Come on, Danny. You’re home,” he said as he pulled a man up into a position so that he could help him walk.

You let out a breath of relief. He’s alive. Then, you rushed over to help the man carry your husband into the house. Together, the two of you managed to get him into bed.

“What happened?” you asked the man who had brought him.

“The Captain was sent sprawling from canon fire after being shot in the arm. We were deep in the South for weeks. I’m surprised he lasted as many skirmishes as he did. Then, he got hit down in Georgia. The camp doc was able to get the bullet out of his arm and disinfect it. It won’t go green on you, but he can’t shoot in this condition. If he can’t shoot, he’s better off staying home,” the man explained. “Besides, the doc said that being home with his lovely wife would recover him faster than seeing our ugly mugs.”

You had to crack a smile at that.

“Ma’am, if I may be so bold,” the man replied, “Your husband is one of the bravest men I’ve ever known. I wish him a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, seeing the other man out the door. 

After he left, you returned to the side of the bed with some fresh water and cloths. Gently, you dabbed at your husband’s face, cleaning off the dirt and ash that had settled there.

“I must look like a mess,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“No worse than when I married you,” you teased.

“You wound me more than any bullet could,” he smirked, opening his eyes to look at you. They softened as he saw the worry lines etched on your face. Gently, he reached up with his good arm to swipe away a tear you hadn’t noticed.

You covered his hand with your own, leaning into his touch. “When you didn’t respond,” you sniffled, “I thought the worst. I thought you were killed or that you regretted this.”

“Oh, sweetheart, never,” he sighed, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. “I promised you I’d come back.”

“In one piece, Captain,” you shot back.

“Dan,” he smirked. “If you’re going to yell at me, at least use my given name.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him. It was in that moment that you realized, full and truly that you loved him. Yet, in the back of your mind, you remembered all the constraint of your wedding night and the distance he had purposely put between the two of you.

“We’ve got to clean you up,” you replied. “If your face is this dirty, I can’t imagine what the rest of you is like.”

Dan winced as you helped him sit up before gently starting to disrobe his torso. 

Avoiding eye contact, you set to work smoothing a clean cloth over his body, working in slow circles to clear the caked on dirt and grime. 

“You’re holding your breath,” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes as you focused on his chest.

“You’re so close,” he replied.

“I’m your wife,” you said with a chuckle, “Is it so wrong that I am close?”

“No,” he swallowed, “I’m just not used to it.”

You nodded, finishing up your work. “I’ll wash your uniform. Let me just find you some replacement clothes first.”

“I can dress myself,” he quickly said.

You gave him a skeptical look. “If you need me, call for me. I should start dinner soon.”

He nodded, watching you as you left.

As the door clicked shut behind you, a feeling of disappointment washed over you. It wasn’t a flat out rejection, but it felt like one. Perhaps you were overthinking it. You shoved it aside and decided to work at the matter at hand, nursing your husband back to health.

                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the next couple of weeks, the two of you grew closer. You’d talk in the sun room over tea; you’d read together in the study; you even showed him how you had redecorated the secret library to suit your interests. Discussion flowed just as easily now as it had in your letters. Yet, every time you’d make physical progress towards intimacy, he’d pull back. 

It was infuriating. 

One day, while you were picking apples in the fields together, you confronted him. “Why do you always pull away when I get close?”

Dan stopped a few paces behind you while still holding the basket, “What do you mean?”

“Whenever I get too close to you, you pull away. It’s like we take three steps forward and two steps back,” you sighed, turning back to face him. Gently, you took the basket from him and placed it on the ground to take his hand. 

He interlocked his fingers with yours, “I don’t always.”

“Dan,” you murmured. “I....think I’m in love.”

He dropped your hand and shook his head. “You can’t mean that.”

“I can, and I do,” you pleaded.

He was pulling away yet again, but this time you wouldn’t let him. Gripping the collar of his shirt, you pulled him down to your level and kissed him. To your surprise, he started to kiss back. His arm snaked around your waist to pull you flush against him before he pinned you to a tree. His hand came up to cup the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. Your mind was racing as you registered the feeling of his soft lips against yours. How someone could kiss in such a loving, yet passionate way was new to you. Eventually, you broke the kiss for air.

“I thought you didn’t-” you started.

“I love you,” Dan said sincerely.

“But-”

He gave you another quick kiss. “I know you didn’t want this, so I didn’t want to push you.”

“I didn’t at first,” you admitted, leaning your head back against the tree trunk to look up at him. “But, then I got to know you and I fell in love with you.”

“Oh?” he asked with a large grin on his face. 

“Yes,” you grinned back. “I’m proud to be Mrs. Torrance.”

Without warning, he scooped you up in his arms. 

“Danny!” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“If you remember correctly, I told you that I wanted to carry you into our home when you moved in here,” Dan told him. “I plan to do that.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I won’t protest.”

He carried you through the house and towards the bedroom. As he opened the door with his back, you heard the distant sound of bells.

“What’s that about?” you asked curiously.

Dan beamed as he looked down at you. “The war’s over. Those are the celebration bells.”

“So you’re home for good now?” you asked, trying to keep the obvious glee from your voice.

“I’m home for good,” he grinned before kissing you deeply as he lowered you to the bed.

#dan torrance x reader #dan torrance #Doctor Sleep #arranged marriage au

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Braid Braid

Summary: One day Mabel asks her Grunkle Ford to braid her hair, but ever since he went out to investigate an anomaly with Dipper instead, the fact he couldn’t deliver her simple request plagued him.

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“Well, Ducktective, it seems you’ve quacked the case.”

“Quack, quack, quack.”

Mabel laughed as she continually brushed her hair; the show may have ended ten months ago, but she was convinced that Ducktective was real and would never die, so she happily watched reruns whenever she could. She sat in her grunkle’s chair with her case of hair things, having already finished her sweater for the day, and she planned to play with her long hair while she watched TV. She heard footsteps and casted her eyes to her left. Soon an old nerd came into view and she grinned. “Hey, Grunkle Ford!”

“Hello, my dear.” He smiled at her. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching TV.” She then lit up as a brilliant idea came to her and she held up her hairbrush and glittery bag full of hair clips and hairbows. “Wanna braid my hair?”

Ford held up a hand as he smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Mabel, but I don’t know how to braid hair…”

“I can teach you if you want!” The girl offered happily. “I bet you’d be great at it!”

Just then, Dipper came down the stairs called, “Hey, Grunkle Ford! Ready for our mission?”

“Indeed!” Ford gave him a high-six and the boys headed for the door.

“Where are you two going?” Mabel asked.

“I convinced Ford that we should investigate the Hawktopus further.” Dipper answered. “No anomaly is too stupid to look into.”

“We’ll be back by dinner.” Ford promised as he opened the door. “If not, then assume the monster ate our flesh.”

“See ya later, sis!” Dipper called and the boys were gone.

“Bye!” Mabel yelled after them through the door happily, but her happiness slowly went away as sad thoughts occupied her brain. “Have fun. Without me.”

The teenager slumped in the chair, the sounds of the TV unable to penetrate her thoughts. She knew her grunkles loved her very much, but sometimes she wondered if Ford liked Dipper way better than he liked Mabel. She could understand Ford liking Dipper a little bit more than her, because they were so similar, but it sometimes felt like the Sweater Twins only had sweaters in common and that’s it.

The more Mabel thought about it, it was no wonder Ford liked Dipper way more than he liked Mabel. Stanford Pines was an experienced scientist who had been all over the Multiverse, traveling for thirty years, and was as tough as nails and as strong as an ox; no one like that would want to hang out with a girl who likes glitter and make-overs and other girly things. No wonder Ford would much rather hang out with Dipper than her. Mabel didn’t blame her uncle, but it still kinda hurt.

She wished there was something they could both do. Something Ford and Mabel liked to do. Something no one would only be doing to spend time with the other. Mabel loved adventure and weirdness and exploring, but maybe Grunkle Ford only wanted that to be a Dipper and him thing, which was fine! So Mabel racked her brain for anything he would want to do with her, but she couldn’t think of anything.

To get her mind off of it, she went into the kitchen to get a drink of Mabel Juice and then to maybe hang out with Grunkle Stan, play some cards or throw water balloons at each other. She didn’t really feel like playing with her hair anymore.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Hawtopus investigation proved to be more difficult and more enjoyable than Ford had predicted, so after dinner and the kids had gone to bed he yawned into his hand and ventured into his bedroom to take a shower and go to bed. He entered the clean space and slipped off his trenchcoat to hang it on the coat track, and as he did so his eye caught something bright purple and sparkly. He smiled as he saw a bundle messily wrapped with coloring paper and tied up with red ribbon, glitter added for some “pizzazz” as Mabel would have called it.

Ford gently picked up the package and sat on the couch with the gift on his lap. He couldn’t contain the huge smile on his face as he unwrapped the gift. There, cushioned in wrapping paper and on his lap, was a brand new sweater. Ford grinned and held it up for a better look at the new turtleneck. It was blue, his favorite color, and had a beaker with atoms swimming around it, something science-y for him to display proudly on his chest. Mabel had made him a sweater once before, a new red one with a golden six-fingered hand on it, and now he was honored with two sweaters.

He made a mental note to thank Mabel with hugs in the morning. As he stripped for his bath and turned on the shower, he wondered how in the world Mabel found time to do this, to make so many sweaters in such a short amount of time; she seemed to miraculously make a sweater every day! Then his mind toyed with the idea of her working on the sweater while watching TV, but then he remembered that Mabel had been doing her hair and had asked Ford to braid it.

Under the warm water, the old scientist felt like a rock had been dropped in his stomach. He realized he might have hurt her feelings to choose to bond with Dipper rather than her, considering the boys always seemed to be together. Ford was aware that he accidentally showed favoritism in one twin, something he completely didn’t intend to do, and not only had he done so, it had hurt Mabel’s feelings. He had hoped countless messages and phone calls and video chats between summers had assured Mabel that Ford cared about her, but it was very possible that she might need a reminder every so often.

To make it up to her and to reward her for her kindness and patience with a special treat, Ford racked his brain for what to do for her. The only thing that stuck out was the way she had innocently asked her grunkle to braid her hair. Taking into account that no one in the family seemed to do “girly” things with her, at least not nearly as much as she does “boyish” things with the men in the family, Ford made up his mind.

After the shower and dressing in his new sweater, dark pants, and trenchcoat, Ford snuck out of the house to do some research. The library was closed, but Ford had no problem sneaking in and settling in a desk at the dead of night, reading books on the History of Braids and the Origins of Dreadlocks and literally any hair-themed book and magazine the library had; he even read up on hair-dying techniques for whenever Mabel had the desire to try something new.

The books didn’t feel enough. After a quick cup of coffee at a gas station, Ford hurried up the hill for his best friend’s manor. He knocked on the door urgently and waited a minute or two for Old Man McGucket to come to the door, rubbing his eyes with a bathrobe over his green flannel pajamas. “St-Stanford? Whazza matter?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, buddy, but it’s very important.” Ford pressed, his arms full of books and magazines he had borrowed without permission from the library. “I need to learn how to braid hair for Mabel and I was hoping I could use your mobile computer.”

Fiddleford blinked through his thick green glasses and smiled a half-toothy smile. “This is an emergency. Anythang for Lil’ Sweet Tea! C’min, c’min. Want some coffee?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Long into the night, the old researchers acted just as seriously as they did back in the day, except they weren’t unintentionally creating a gateway to Hell. McGucket dug up some more books from the Northwest’ private book collection in the lounge and Ford used the laptop to do some more recent, or “trendy”, findings. To he and McGucket’s amazement, the internet was full of videos showing exactly how to do all sorts of hairstyles. From coloring hair to cutting it to braids and ponytails, all kinds of hair from straight to messy curls to somewhere in between could be learned to tame with a few clicks on a computer.

“Bingo!” Ford said, readjusting his glasses, and he quickly got to work, just as enthusiastic as he was about earning another PhD or discovering a new anomaly. Fiddleford had a very hard time keeping the smiling eyes off his friend as he watched him get so excited about a feminine activity, one both men had been deprived of due to a lack of females in their lives but were eager to explore.

The next morning, Mabel yawned into her fist and skipped cheerfully down the stairs for a glass of orange juice to start the day. She heard the front door open and close and she was surprised to find Ford coming home. “Grunkle Ford, wh… Aw! You’re wearing your new sweater!”

Ford grinned and nodded. “Yes, I absolutely love it! It’s almost as beautiful as you, my dear. Thank you very much.”

Mabel blushed and drank some juice. “You’re welcome! So, where have you been? Out on a morning walk?”

“Something like that.” Ford said with a shrug. “So, would you still be interested in me braiding your hair?”

Mabel gasped and cried out, “OH, YES PLEASE! I’ll be right back!” And the young girl ran off to get her bag of hair things.

Ford sat himself in his brother’s chair and Mabel soon returned and plopped in his lap when he petted his right leg for her. Mabel gave him the hairbrush to detangle her bed-head and said, “Okay, so it’s easier to start by parting it into sections…”

“Oh, don’t worry, my dear.” Ford said calmly as he brushed her hair lovingly. “I’ve done my research.”

Mabel had on idea what he meant by that, but she shrugged and decided to let him do as he pleased. She had braced her skull for a bit of tugging as it was sometimes difficult to brush tangled hair, but Mabel was pleasantly surprised to find Ford being as gentle as a kitten and brushing her hair so gently she could hardly feel the pull on her scalp, and yet she could feel the knots becoming undone and progress being made. She grinned and said, “Wow, Grunkle Ford, you’re really really good!”

It was a good thing she couldn’t see how red his cheeks turned. “Well, thank you, sweetheart. You truly have very beautiful hair.”

“So do you! It’s so fluffy and cute! After you braid your hair can I braid yours?”

Now Ford’s whole face was as scarlet as a king’s robe. He knew his hair was a bit harder to manage than Stanley’s but he never considered it to be cute or fluffy. “I see no reason why not.”

“Yes! I’m so excited! You really are very beautiful, Grunkle Ford.”

Okay, who gave this young lady permission to be this adorable? There were several dimensions in which it was illegal. “Th-Thank you, Mabel, but really I’m not… B-Beautiful is a more suitable term for wom-”

“Nu, uh!” Mabel interrupted and shook her head only a little bit, trying to be still for her uncle as he brushed her hair. “Daddy says anyone and anything can be beautiful. If a flower or Christmas lights or an animal can be beautiful, then girls and boys can be beautiful. And also girls and boys can be handsome!” Mabel added to drive her point further home.

Ford chuckled and it made his niece’s chest feel warm. “That makes sense. Thank you, Mabel. So, did you feel well last night?”

“Yeah! I had a really funny dream!”

“Oh, what was it about?”

The conversation spilled into swapping stories of past dreams. While Ford’s dreams from the past mostly contained nightmares, he could recall a small handful of dreams that were positive spins on his imagination and he happily recalled them with Mabel. As their talk flowed so easily, like water, Ford detangled all of Mabel’s beautiful hair and then began to braid. He wanted to impress her with something big and elaborate, but he wasn’t confident in his skills yet and this was his first attempt, so he met in the middle and did something a bit more complicated than a simple braid but he wasn’t nearly ready for a boho wedding braid.

With his tongue between his teeth, Ford carefully tied the braid close and held his polydactyl hands away to inspect his work. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

“I wanna see, I wanna see!” Mabel squealed and pulled out a mirror to see her uncle’s work. She was silent with a hard-to-read expression on her face as her eyes fell on her reflection. She tilted her head and the mirror to see the back of her head to see the braid and remained silent.

The braid started as two side braids at the back of her head, but they trailed down and combined into one big, lush braid that hung loosely from the bottom of her skull and trailed down her back. There were one or two times the braid didn’t match the rest of the hair piece and Ford thought the big braid was too loose now that he took a second look at it.

His face fell a little as he was concerned that she didn’t like it and was trying to hide her disappointment. Ford knew he should have interviewed some hairdressers before attempting to do Mabel’s hair, but he had been so excited that he had become reckless, just like always. “I’m sorry, Mabel, I understand if you don’t like it…”

“I LOVE IT!” Mabel had finally conjured up the strength to grin, the wind had been knocked out of her from pure delighted shock, and her eyes were filled with tears and her lips trembled as she admired Ford’s work. “IloveitIloveitIloveitILOVEIT!!!” She squealed loudly and was bouncing in Ford’s lap. “Look, Grunkle Ford, look! You did SUCH a good job! I’m so pretty now! That’s the best braid I’ve ever seen! ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!” And she spun around to kiss his cheek and she hopped off of him. “I’m gonna go show Dipper! DIPPER! LOOK WHAT GRUNKLE FORD DID!” Mabel yelled as she ran as fast as she could.

Ford was as still as a statue as his niece’s kind words ringed in his ears like cheerful bells. He wanted to smile, but all he could manage was a tearful look as he used all his might to try not to try, his eyes wet and shiny and his lips pressed together. He chuckled at himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose and composed himself. Soon Mabel was skipping back to him and leaped back into his hold to hug him and nuzzle her face in his shoulder.

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford, I love it.” She repeated.

Ford hugged her back tightly and rubbed circles into her back. “You’re very welcome, my dear. Thank you for letting me braid your hair.”

After one last squeeze, Mabel climbed up the armchair to sit on the back so she was behind Ford’s head. She held out a hand for the hairbrush and said, “Your turn!”

Ford grinned and handed her the sparkly hairbrush and felt himself relax as his scalp was treated to the gentle sensation of his niece brushing and caring for his gray fluff.

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #Mabel and Ford bonding #MORE SWEATER-TWINS BONDING #braidinghair #mabel pines #ford pines #nothing but fluff over here people #FLUFF

[sukifans]

PET • RI • CHOR

[n] pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

ZUKO X OC SERIES

SUMMARY: a captured waterbender and the fire prince may sound like an unlikely pair, but kena never much cared about others’ expectations and zuko, well… he was just along for the ride

⏎ MASTERLIST // PROLOGUE ii « PART I » PART II

“Hey, guys! Sorry we’re late,” Kena huffed, throwing herself into a seat. “Did you order already?”

“You’re always late, Sola. We expect it now.” Mona rolled her eyes teasingly.

“We got a pot of oolong,” said Kyali.

“I love oolong!” Jin clapped, sitting down.

Kena wrinkled her nose at the mere suggestion of oolong. “Ew, you know I hate oolong. Why did you do that?”

“Um, maybe because Jin was absolutely right about the cute waiter here being your type and you should definitely flirt with him when you order something else?” Oma said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, Sola. Ask him what his favorite is and then ask him to help you finish since it’s just you drinking it.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Kena snorted. “Why do I need to order a whole new pot just to flirt with this guy?”

“Because you wouldn’t do it on your own, just like the guy at the noodle cart.”

“Ugh, he’s weird.”

“He’s hot!”

“He smells like broth, like, all the time!”

“I mean, she has a point.”

“Look, that’s him!” Mona elbowed Kena roughly and she winced, rubbing her arm.

“Ow, Mona!”

“Hush! He’s coming this way!”

Kena looked up as the other girls tittered to see what was indeed a very cute waiter walking towards them holding a tray with a teapot and several cups. He had scruffy-looking black hair, light amber eyes, and a large scar across the left half of his face. Kena couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him and it almost made her uneasy. Maybe he was from one of the villages she and her mother had visited and was here as a refugee, or maybe she’d just seen him around the city before.

“Here’s your oolong,” he said, sliding the tray onto the table. Kena noted he had a nice voice, which was always a bonus. It was somehow pleasingly rough and low while also smooth as the finest silk.

She almost got away with not saying anything until Jin piped up. “Sorry, our friend Sola here has a question for you!” She elbowed Kena from the other side and Kena kicked her under the table. The waiter turned back to the table and looked at her expectantly. She could feel her cheeks heat up a little under his gaze.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” she stuttered out awkwardly before clearing her throat. “My terrible, awful friends forgot I don’t drink oolong and I’ve never been here before. What do you like?”

The guy looked at her, confusion swirling in his eyes for some reason. Maybe she was familiar to him too, she thought vaguely. “My favorite is the jasmine.”

That surprised her for some reason. “Really?”

“What?”

“You don’t strike me as a jasmine kind of guy.”

“What kind of guy do I strike you as, then?” He asked, raising his eyebrow. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, at a loss for how to respond. It was a dumb thing to say in the first place, honestly.

“Never mind, forget I said anything.” She waved her hand dismissively and flushed a deep red as her friends giggled. “Jasmine sounds great, thank you...” she waited for his name.

“Lee,” he supplied, turning and leaving.

“Thanks, Lee!” she called before dropping her head on the table. The other girls erupted into laughter. “Spirits, I looked like an idiot!”

“No, no! That was good!” Oma choked out amongst her giggles.

“Then why are you all laughing?” This only made them laugh harder. Eventually, they all settled and Kyali wheezed as she patted her distraught friend’s hand.

“It’s okay, Sola. He’s totally into you.”

“How could you possibly know that? He looked at me like I had three heads,” Kena moaned.

“Uh, because he keeps staring over here ever since he left,” Jin whispered conspiratorially, ducking her head. Kena looked over and made brief eye contact with Lee. Both teenagers averted their eyes immediately to play it off and her friends started snickering again.

“You guys are the worst.” Kena buried her face in her hands to hide her blush.

“We’re just trying to set you up with a cute guy to take to the festival!” Oma said.

“I’m so bad at flirting, though!”

“So is he! That’s why it’s a good thing you’re both hot!”

“Jin!” Kena smacked Jin’s arm and, laughing, Jin pushed against her. The push caught Kena off guard and she fell backwards out of her chair, taking someone else down with her with a deafening crash.

“Oh, Sola! I’m so sorry!” Jin cried. Groaning, Kena sat up. Her stomach dropped when she saw Lee on the floor with her.

“Lee! Oh, spirits, I’m sorry! Jin pushed me and I-“ she sucked in a breath through her teeth as she started to notice the scalding tea that drenched the both of them. Lee propped himself up on his elbow, pushing his damp hair out of his eyes. “This tea is really hot. I think I might have some burn salve in my bag. I’m studying medicine and- what’re you looking at?” She paused her rifling through her bag when she noticed him just staring at her, brows furrowed.

“Your hand,” he said, reaching out. A large shard of porcelain from the teapot he’d been carrying was sticking out from the middle of her palm and blood slowly oozed from the wound. Already deep crimson splattered onto the floor, washing away in the puddles of tea. Kena flushed at the way he tenderly inspected her injury, holding her hand in one palm and pulling back her fingers with his other hand.

A stout old man walked out from the back room, looking concerned. Kena felt the same haunting familiarity looking at him that she felt when she first laid eyes on Lee. “What’s going- Lee! What did you do?” He rushed over to the scene of the accident.

“I’m sorry, sir; it was my fault,” babbled Jin. “I pushed my friend and she fell into Lee. Please don’t fire him! We’ll pay for the damages!”

“Fire him?” the old man chuckled. “He’s my nephew. I couldn’t fire him even if I wanted to. Lee, take the poor girl to the back to get fixed up with the first aid kit. I’ll clean up out here.”

Lee almost looked like he wanted to protest but instead he stood and helped Kena to her feet, still holding onto her hand. As he led her to the back room the old man had come from, Kena glanced over her shoulder and saw Kyali giving her a thumbs-up and Oma and Mona hiding giggles while Jin helped pick up pieces of the broken pot. She rolled her eyes and continued walking. Lee sat her down in a folding chair and he bustled around, searching for the medical supplies.

“I’m really sorry,” she said again, staring at her hand and wiggling her fingers. “My friends can be... overzealous sometimes.”

“Yes, I picked up on that,” he responded dryly. She bit her lip and looked up at him nervously only to relax when she saw a small smirk on his face. He carried a small box back over to her and sat down across from her in another chair. He gingerly took her hand again and slowly pulled the piece of porcelain from her palm. She hissed, tensing up at the pain. “Sorry,” he murmured as he removed the shard and set it down.

“You’re fine.” He looked up at her, eyebrow cocked, and she blushed. “I mean, it’s fine. Not that you’re not. You are. That’s- um,” she laughed nervously. “I’m gonna shut up now.” The corners of his mouth pulled up and a warm feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. They sat in relative silence as Lee cleaned her cut and bandaged it. The warm feeling only intensified with the way he gently wrapped a strip of fabric around her hand, fingers dancing lightly across her skin. She knew that as a waterbender her body temperature was a little lower than the typical person, but even his delicate grip was unnaturally warm... almost like... but that wasn’t possible. Why would a firebender have a burn across his face? That didn’t make any sense. He did have the look of one, though, she had to admit — dark hair and porcelain-pale skin, not to mention those golden irises that seared her insides with every glance.

“There,” he said, clipping the bandage into place with a pin. She flexed her fingers experimentally.

“Thanks, Lee,” she said. “Did you need anything for your burns? Like I said, I think I might have some salve in my bag.”

“Burns?” He tilted his head, looking confused. She frowned.

“From the tea. It was pretty hot.”

“Oh, no. I don’t think I got much on my skin. Thank you, though.” He dropped her hand and stood, packing the first aid materials back into the small box. She stared down at her palm, fingers of her other hand tracing the meticulous wrappings. After a few moments of silence between them, she finally spoke again.

“So that’s your uncle out there?”

“Yeah, Mushi.”

“Are you guys refugees?” He nodded. “Where from?”

“Around.” He shrugged, face giving away nothing as he looked to her again. She hummed in understanding — a sore subject still, obviously. She stood up to leave.

“Well, thank you again and sorry again. I hope I didn’t make a terrible first impression.”

“I wouldn’t call it terrible,” he chuckled slightly, “just... memorable.”

“That almost sounds worse.” She grimaced exaggeratedly. “I’ll see you around, though. Maybe we can share that pot of jasmine tea.”

His cheeks tinted pink and he looked down at the ground. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“Bye, Lee.” She gave him a small wave before turning and heading into the main dining room of the teahouse. She hurried over to her friends who were waiting outside and they immediately bombarded her with questions.

“So do you like him?”

“Oh my spirits, she’s totally into him! Look at her blushing!”

“Are you guys gonna go out?”

“Did you kiss him yet? He definitely wanted to kiss you. I could tell.”

“Aw, did he wrap your hand up for you? That’s so cute!”

“Please say you asked him out.”

“Yeah, you didn’t chicken out or anything, right?”

“Guys!” Kena laughed over her babbling friends. “Nothing happened. He just helped me patch up my hand.”

“Sola! You get back in there and ask that cute broody boy out!” Her friends started squabbling again as they pushed her back through the doors of the Pao Family Tea House to confront Lee again. As she stumbled inside, both Lee and Mushi gave her confused looks. She grinned sheepishly as she walked towards them.

“Hi again. I just forgot something,” she said.

“Did you drop something?” asked Mushi. “I’ll help you find it.” The old man wandered back over to the table Kena and her friends had been sitting at, giving his nephew a knowing look before halfheartedly scanning the floor.

“Um, no. Didn’t drop anything. I actually just wanted to ask you something, Lee.” Her face was red-hot as she looked up at him. This boy was making her blush more in a few minutes than she had in her entire life.

“What’s that?” he asked, leaning back on the counter. He was trying to feign nonchalance but in reality he thought his heart might pound out of his chest.

“I just wanted to know if you were busy tomorrow night. There’s a festival and I’d really like it if you could come with me.” She held her hands behind her back so he couldn’t see her nervous fidgeting. Lee almost slipped off the counter, quickly catching himself.

“Oh, uh... I’m sorry, I think I have a shift-“

“No, he doesn’t!” Mushi cut in, interrupting his nephew. “He’d love to go with you!” Lee stared at him with wide eyes and Kena laughed.

“Okay, cool. I’ll met you here at sunset tomorrow, then?”

“He’ll be there,” Mushi responded for him, beaming brightly. Kena couldn’t help but smile back as she bid them goodbye (again) and started to leave. “It’s our lucky day, nephew! You have a date with a lovely young lady and I just found my white lotus Pai Sho tile on the ground over there!”

Kena almost tripped over her feet when she heard Mushi mention Pai Sho. He and his nephew were familiar for a reason — one she could remember now as the memories flooded back.

“Remember, Pai Sho is more than just a game,” Iroh explained to a grumpy Zuko and a mesmerized Kena.

“No it’s not, Uncle!” Zuko whined. Kena elbowed him in the ribs and he yelped dramatically.

“Be nice, Zuko! Once General Iroh teaches us the rules, we can play and I can kick your butt.” She smirked at him and he huffed.

“It’s dumb. It’s all luck!” he said.

“No, it’s all about strategy and thinking ahead,” she said.

“Children please,” Iroh chuckled, interrupting the bickering kids. “You’re both right. Pai Sho cannot be won with just luck or just strategy. You need both, like yin and yang.”

“Like us!” Kena wrapped her arms around her best friend and squeezed him. The boy flushed pink and Iroh grinned at them.

Kena rushed out of the tea house, not even stopping as she passed by her bewildered friends. She had to get home and think this through.

Zuko stared at the doors the girl had disappeared through until his uncle set his hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be nervous, dear nephew; dates are easy. She seems to like you very much and appears to be quite nice. You’ll have a great time if you just be yourself!”

He shot Iroh a look. “It’s not that, Uncle. It’s just... she seems so familiar.”

“Ah, I see. Perhaps you loved each other in your past lives.” Iroh nodded sagely and Zuko rolled his eyes.

“No, don’t be ridiculous. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her somewhere in this life.”

“We’ve visited many places these past few years, it’s entirely possible she is a refugee from a village we once traveled to.”

He shook his head. “She didn’t seem scared of me. If I had seen her since... leaving... I think she would’ve run in the other direction. I wasn’t exactly traveling as a tourist.”

“Maybe you aren’t as scary as you think you are, Prince Zuko,” Iroh teased. Zuko grumbled under his breath and walked away to clean off a table someone had left, the girl’s face swimming in his mind.

When she got back to her small apartment, she didn’t even greet Fera, a woman a few years older than herself who she’d met in her travels and was currently rooming with, before locking herself in her bedroom. She tossed her bag to the ground and started to pace back and forth in the tiny area that wasn’t occupied by her cot and simple dresser. She paused when Fera knocked at her door.

“Are you alright, Kena?” the woman called through the wood. Kena sighed deeply.

“I’m fine. I just... had a weird day. I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” she said.

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.” Kena sat heavily on the edge of her bed as Fera’s footsteps faded into their kitchen. She dropped her head into her hands and pressed her palms against her eyes, wincing when she remembered the cut from earlier.

It wasn’t possible. It didn’t make any sense. Why in Tui’s name were Zuko and Iroh in Ba Sing Se, pretending to be refugees and working in a tea shop? Were they here to capture her? That couldn’t be it — Zuko’d had the perfect opportunity when they were alone in the back of the tea house. Something major had obviously happened, judging by the scar on his face and his short hair that was very un-Fire Nation. It had been many long years since they’d seen each other and she hadn’t immediately recognized them, so maybe she had lucked out and they didn’t recognize her either and they just happened to be here on other business. She cursed the complete lack of outside news circulation in the city. It was impossible to know if she’d heard nothing about the fire prince because of lack of information or because they were here covertly, on a mission. The last she’d heard about either of them was Iroh pulling out of his siege against the city several years ago, right before she moved into the Lower Ring with Fera and all the other refugees.

Despite her initial anxiety, that warm feeling from earlier was in her gut again. He’d found her, even if he didn’t know it yet. Her best friend was here, so close, in Ba Sing Se. She felt a little giddy when she thought about how they wouldn’t have to meet in secret here. They could sit and talk and hug and just exist together in broad daylight without fear of punishment. Maybe that’s why they were here under aliases — they had finally grown tired of living under Ozai’s thumb.

Kena pushed herself back to sit in the middle of her bed, drawing her knees up to her chest. She allowed herself a small smile as she wrapped her arms around herself. This could be nice, she thought. Zuko and I together again. We always talked about leaving one day and starting new. It was hypothetical back then, but now... we’re already halfway there. We just have to put it all together. Iroh wasn’t part of our original plan but he was nice enough when we were kids, and Zuko adored him. Maybe one day when we earn enough money, Iroh could open his own tea house like Zuko said he used to joke about. Maybe one day we could live like normal people, like everyone else here.

She shook herself out of her reverie. She was getting way too far ahead of herself, considering she still had no idea if they were even here benignly. The girl couldn’t help herself, though — for the first time in years, something warm and bright and pure was bubbling up in her chest; something that felt a little bit like hope.

A/N: ended up being not as long as i thought it’d be, but i’m still pretty happy with it and it seemed like a good place to cut. things start to get ~spicy~ next time, so remember to ask for a tag if you want to stay up to date! i love you !

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[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

Every time you lose someone you truly love, you lose a primary feather... And Stiles realizing how few feathers he actually has left in relation to his friends, the pack, etc

oh it’s make Twothumbs cry hours huh? That’s what we’re doing tonight?? We’re making me cry??? I’m taking you all down with me. 

Scott’s feather was the first feather Stiles actually remembered growing. 

The fierce love he had for his brother-by-choice had spiked a pinfeather a year after his mother’s feather had fallen out. Once the new one reached full size, Stiles had been able to fly again. Still clumsy, still a struggle- but he’d been able to fly on his own for the first time in a year.

Sometime after that he grew a feather for Lydia too, giving him his third. He knew Lydia didn’t have one for him, but that was okay. The extra feather had given him more stability, made staying in the air a little easier, and that was enough for him to love her even more.

His father’s feather was the on the furthest tip of his right wing. The feathers he grew for his favorite deputies at the station lived on his right wing too. Melissa’s feather was on the left, in between Scott’s and Lydia’s. 

He had a total of eight primaries at the beginning of his sophomore year. Classmates laughed at his notorious clumsiness, sniggering as he banked wildly in the air, their young minds unable to make the connection of exactly why he lacked the fine control most others had naturally with ten or more primary feathers.

Stiles didn’t really care. He’d come a long way from a single feather. 

Perhaps that was why he went with Peter, though: the single primary feather hanging loosely from his wings. It was such a foreign and familiar sight; familiar from a year of seeing it on himself, and foreign for having never seen it on anyone else. 

He could have fought more. Could have argued, could have screamed, could have done any number of things on that field. Instead, he looked at that dangling feather, and went with him. 

Later that evening, he looked at it again as it drifted to the ground moments before Derek ripped out Peter’s throat. 

__________

God, he ached. 

Stiles gingerly taped gauze over the cut that Argent left in his thigh before reaching for the arnica cream. He decided to only put it on the biggest bruises, and yet ended up covering most of his body anyway.

After that, he carefully stepped into sweats, forgoing a shirt. He could put one on after he checked over his wings. 

Stiles sat down on his bed, turning on his lamp and directing it toward himself like a spotlight. Then he stopped. He needed to check them- he knew that bastard had at least ripped out a handful of coverts. 

But he didn’t look. He just sat there. Exhausted, unwilling, and alone. 

Scott was at Allison’s house. 

Just like he’d been when the kanima had trapped Stiles at the pool. 

Just like the day after Matt brought the kanima to the station, when Stiles lost three primary feathers.

Just like every other time Stiles had needed him in the last few months. 

“Well, one of us was recently dead, but by the looks of things here I’m not sure it was actually me.” 

Stiles, lacking the energy to startle, just slowly looked up at his window to see Peter smoothly duck in. 

“You’re actually back,” he said with a blink. Peter raised an eyebrow.

“You saw me at the warehouse, didn’t you?” he asked. Stiles waved a hand. 

“I got the shit kicked out of me and then crashed my car into a lizard boy,” he said listlessly. “What I did and didn’t see is up for some serious debate.” 

“Hm,” Peter said, eyes sharply taking in the bruises and cuts on Stiles’ upper body. “I can see that.” 

Stiles suddenly remembered that he’d helped kill Peter, and that he currently had all of his injured vulnerable points on display. He thought he should probably be more concerned about it than he was. 

Instead, he finally reached back and carefully pulled out his left wing, looking away from Peter and checking it over. Sure enough, he had a bloody bald patch where Argent had torn out several feathers. 

Something tapped him on the shoulder, and Stiles glanced over to see Peter holding out a tube of antibacterial. 

“Thanks,” he mumbled distractedly, twisting it open and wincing slightly as he smoothed it over the sensitive skin. Growing those back was going to itch like hell. 

After that, he carefully worked down the rest of the wing, feeling his way along the afterfeathers to check for more injuries. He found a few bent, one broken, and then just as he reached the end of the wing-

Peter sucked in a tiny breath. 

Stiles held a primary in his hand. 

He stared at it, loose in his open palm. 

There was a long moment of silence, eventually broken by Peter quietly saying, “That’s going to make flying more difficult.” 

Stiles continued to stare at the feather for another moment before forcing himself to look away.

“I still have four. I’ve flown with less.”

He carefully set Scott’s feather down on his nightstand, and deliberately turned to examine his right wing. Silence once again reigned between them, broken only by the brush of Peter handing him more antibacterial for a few more broken feathers. 

By the time he was done, Stiles was utterly exhausted. 

“Did you actually want something?” he asked. He just wanted to sleep, and he couldn’t even begin to interpret the look on Peter’s face. It smoothed out a moment later anyway. 

“Yes, but it can wait. Go to sleep. I’ll see you later, Stiles.” 

And with that, he ducked out the window again. 

Stiles watched as Peter swept his wings out behind himself to slow his fall-

Wings with absolutely no primary feathers.

__________

Stiles had so much shit to take care of. The Alpha pack was still out there fucking up everyone’s shit, and someone else was doing ritual sacrifices, and his dad had asked if he was on drugs, and he had Spanish vocab to finish-

Just, so much shit. 

And yet. And yet, here he was, opening a box from Ebay with a used pair of flight aids in it. 

They didn’t look great. And from what Stiles could remember of his childhood experience, they weren’t terribly comfortable either. But they did work, taking the place of missing primary feathers and allowing greater freedom of movement. 

Something Stiles thought was likely very desirable to a werewolf with a history of being murdered. 

Before he could think too hard about it, he threw the fight aids back in the box and drove over to Peter’s apartment. 

As he walked up to the door, hands full, he hesitated again. What was he doing here? Maybe he should just leave the box on the welcome mat- but the choice was taken out of his hands when Peter’s door opened upon approach. 

“Stiles. How… surprising,” Peter drawled. “I don’t remember telling you where I live.”

Stiles raised his eyebrow 

“I didn’t tell you where I live either, but you still showed up at three a.m.; directly into my room, I might add.” He shook his head, dismissing the question and pushing forward now that the opportunity for misgivings was gone. “Here, take the box.” 

Peter raised an eyebrow, gingerly accepting it as he scented the air. He scrunched his nose slightly in distaste. 

“This doesn’t smell like you. Whose is this?”

“Okay first,” Stiles ticked off a finger, “it’s weird for you to just casually mention that something does or does not smell like me, and two,” he ticked off a second finger, “it’s yours. I mean, now. Now it’s yours. It was someone else’s.” 

“Mm, yes, nothing says ‘heartfelt gift’ like pre-used goods,” Peter said dryly, finally stepping back into his apartment, allowing Stiles in. “What is it?” 

Stiles followed, looking away uncomfortably before answering. 

“I, uh. When I was a kid, I tried a couple of different flight aids. Just for getting to school and back, you know? This type was the best. Not great or anything, but they let you move fast.��

Peter stilled completely, frozen for a beat with his hands on the box. 

“It’s just,” Stiles hurried on, “if you get eaten by the Alpha Pack or whatever because you’re trapped on the ground, then we’ll be left with just Derek again, and he doesn’t know shit about anything, except maybe like the top ten ways to lose shirts, so you have to have something. I know they’re ugly, but like. You have to have something, and those were the ones that worked best for me, but the company doesn’t exist anymore so… Ebay.” 

He finished awkwardly, hands shoved in his pockets. 

Peter looked at him for a moment, a strange expression on his face, before saying, “Thank you.”

Stiles shrugged. 

“No problem.” He cleared his throat a little. “Anyway. Uh. Bye.” 

Stiles moved to leave, but hesitated when Peter started chuckling. He looked back over his shoulder, suspicious that he was being mocked, but Peter just smiled. 

“I’m not kicking you out, Stiles. Stay for a minute and help me try these out.” And with that, he finally opened the box and pulled out one of the flight aids, examining it. “They clip onto my primary coverts?”

Stiles watched him for a moment. 

He still had so much shit to take care of… but he could stay for a bit.

Or maybe a bit longer. 

__________

Stiles checked his primaries. Again. There were three. Still three, after the bomb at the station. After the nogitsune. One for his dad, one for Melissa, one for Lydia.

There were still three.

They just weren’t the same three-

“Any fresh word on our local hit list?” Peter drawled, entering the apartment with two cups of coffee.

Stiles hurriedly dropped his wings, tucking them behind himself and out of sight.

“Nope. It’s pretty hard to find out what’s going on when our only lead got murdered,” Stiles said pointedly, turning back to his laptop.

“As if we were going to get a word out of someone with no mouth anyway,” Peter scoffed, setting down one of the cups next to him as he looked over Stiles’ shoulder at the screen. “You haven’t been able to find any more contractors?”

“Oh no, I’ve found plenty of contractors. All with equally stupid names. ‘The Chemist,’ and ‘The Butchers,’ and ‘Bullet 80.’ It feels like a list of early 2000’s band names.” Stiles sat back, picking up his coffee for a sip. “It’s just that there’s no way to know how they’re getting job offers.” Peter reached over his shoulder to scroll down a page, leaning his other hand on Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles tried not to shiver, and as always lately, failed.

Peter was the only one who touched him so casually anymore.

Peter squeezed a bit, beginning to knead the muscle there seemingly without thought, and Stiles leaned into it.

“This is a lot of assassins,” Peter murmured as he continued to scroll.

“I mean, if the prices here are any indication, it’s a pretty lucrative career I guess,” Stiles said gesturing lightly at the screen with his cup. Peter hummed in agreement.

“Lucrative, but perhaps an over-saturated market,” Peter mused, contemplative. “However, if we were to clear out some of the competition…”

Stiles reached up and lightly flicked Peter in the ear with his free hand.

“We’re not going to start murdering for money.”

Peter scowled, pulling his hand away from Stiles’ shoulder to protectively cover his ear.

“As opposed to doing it for free like we are now? Like chumps?” he challenged.

“Like chumps,” Stiles said firmly. “Besides, you know you would hate the cleanup.”

Peter reluctantly smiled.

“Yes, I suppose that at least is right.”

With one last light stroke to Stiles’ upper coverts, Peter took his own coffee and moved to the other side of the table where his own laptop sat.

They continued searching for information long past the time the coffee was gone, occasionally speaking but more often silent. Stiles began to get more worried the longer they went without finding answers.

His fingers found their way back into his feathers again, winding around his primaries as they did so often.

And just like every other time lately, a slow sense of unease crept over him as he felt them.

“It doesn’t seem to help,” Peter said quietly from across the table.

Stiles startled, hand tightening. Peter was looking at him, and gestured at the place Stiles was gripping.

“You hold on to your primaries often lately, but it never seems to comfort you. Not anymore.”

Stiles let out a slow breath, ready to blow him off, to say it was nothing-

But.

“They’re not the same,” he murmured. “When the Nogitsune- I don’t know, made a new body for me or whatever, he didn’t quite-“ Stiles blew out a frustrated breath, knowing how ridiculous this was going to sound. “They look exactly the same, but they don’t feel right. I can’t tell you exactly what’s wrong, but every time I touch them… I start to wonder if they’re actually mine. And if they’re not mine, whose are they?”

His hands clenched around his feathers again, torn between the instinct to preserve his feathers and his ability to fly, and to tear out the invaders that grew out of whatever twisted facsimile of love the nogitsune was capable of. 

He startled yet again when hands covered his own, carefully prying them away.

“They’re yours, Stiles,” Peter said, voice calm, locking Stiles’ hands in his own. “Even if somehow they weren’t grown for the same people as your first feathers, they’re still sustained by that. They’re maintained for the people you love.”

Stiles looked back at Peter, wanting to believe.

“They’re yours, Stiles,” he repeated. 

Stiles took a deep breath. 

“They’re mine.” 

With one last grateful squeeze to Peter’s hand, he turned back to his laptop. 

__________

“I’m borrowing this book.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yeah I am.” 

Peter rolled his eyes at the kitchen table where he continued typing. Stiles could see it from where he lay sprawled in the living room, and grinned. 

“No you’re not. Borrowing implies you’ll be taking it somewhere else, and you spend all of your time here,” Peter said distractedly. 

“I do not!” Stiles protested. Peter briefly looked up at him with a dry expression. 

“In the last week, the only reason you’ve left my apartment was to go home to make dinner for your father. Last night you didn’t even leave to do that, you just made it in my kitchen and then took it to him at the station.”

“You offered-!”

“I didn’t say I don’t want you here,” Peter said, eyes never leaving his laptop, “just that it hardly makes sense to say you’re borrowing something when the thing you’re borrowing is unlikely to leave my apartment anyway.”

Stiles’ mouth hung open for a moment before snapping shut. Peter’s feathers shuffled a bit as he rearranged his wings, apparently intent on the email he was typing. Stiles thought it was probably a “fuck you” business letter. Peter always really got into those. His feathers fluttered a bit again, and something odd caught Stiles’ eye. 

A small new feather. 

A primary feather. 

His mouth dropped open again. 

He almost said something. He very, very nearly said many things. 

But Peter’s wings readjusted again, and the tiny feather disappeared. 

Stiles snapped his jaw shut. 

Because Peter had a point- Stiles was here most of the time. Almost all the time, in fact. 

So he would know if Peter had repaired his relationship with Derek, or if he’d found a new relationship outside the pack. 

Mind occupied, he absently scratched at the tip of his right wing, smoothing along the new quill there. 

Maybe he would get to keep this one for a while. 

#olor-et-luna #steter #someone stop me from using this idea to write a post-breakup fic #where they bump into each other five years later and they still have each other's feather #2.6k words #tumblr fic and kinda fic #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #wingfic #featheruary #also don't @ me about flying with just two primary feathers It's Fiction #I should maybe start putting these up on ao3 #it's been like twelve years since I moved anything from here to there 😬😬😬

[mayhembunnywrites]

Eskimo Kisses and Starsent Wishes

Pairing: Nafla x Reader

Summary: Falling into your future.

Nicholas Choi typically doesn’t get angry, but in this moment he can’t help but be a little pissed off. He had been in a public park after finishing up the photoshoot for unu, just trying to relax a little bit, when some woman had knocked into him. Oh, she had apologized, but it was half assed and he could tell! So he chased after her, and now he has finally caught up to her.

“Excuse me,” he says somewhat impatiently, noticing the toddler in front of you but not really paying attention to the little girl. Distantly, he does know that what happened next was very, very creepy by normal standards but, in his own defense, he couldn’t help himself. 

The moment you turned around to face him, clearly suspicious of this random man who you had never met, his world had stopped in its tracks. You were drop-dead gorgeous in his opinion, and he was dumbfounded as he stared at you.

“Uhh, dude,” you say hesitantly, nervous as this stranger, no matter how handsome, stares at you without words. “Sorry for running into you earlier, are you alright?” The minutes drag on as he stares at you, jaw dropped open. You hide your daughter behind your back as warning bells ring preemptively in your head, worried about this man who creeps you out to no end.

“Well then,” you say as you begin backing up, “I’d say it was nice to meet you but I would be lying, and I don’t want to do that in front of my daughter...Bye.” You turn around and pick up your three year old with a practiced ease, diaper bag hanging across your body as you nearly run away from him.

Nicholas shakes out of his stupor, reaching a hand out as if to stop you in your tracks as he watches you walk away. “No, stop,” he says quietly, the words feeling as if they were spoken through a megaphone to him, and he watches in horror as you leave his sight. He shuffles his feet sheepishly, turning around and moving to leave the park.

He ends up back at his apartment, staring up at his ceiling as he laments over his actions, redoing the scenario and imagining how it could have ended differently.

One month has passed before Nicholas next sees you at a party being thrown by Kid Milli, the small and friendly event being thrown for Giriboy’s birthday. He was shocked to see you there, interacting with these normally rough men and melting them to the core as you simply talk, not even noticing what you were doing to your good friends. 

As it was the first time he had met you, Nicholas was dumbfounded as he looked at you, the black and white t-shirt dress hanging off your form in a way that wasn’t sloppy in the least, and he can’t help but be amazed by the way you had dressed, even your shoes are black and white, and it appears as if you match the birthday boy in color scheme.

You flush as you notice the familiar man staring at you, and the smile falls from your face as you shift, moving yourself behind Giriboy and seeming to become part of his shadow. Your gaze drops to the floor, your hand lifting and gently hanging onto the back of Giriboy’s oversized and yet fashionable t-shirt. You accidentally tug on it as you casually attempt to move to a more secure position, only to freeze under Siyoung’s questioning gaze. Your eyes dart nervously from Siyoung to Nicholas, and Siyoung follows your gaze to notice Nicholas staring at you from across the room. 

Siyoung raises an eyebrow at the other man, drawing Wonjae’s attention to the situation and causing him to scowl slightly. 

Siyoung gently loosens your grip, a smile brushing his lips as he listens to your whispered protests. He squeezes your hands before approaching Nicholas, finally causing him to break from his stupor as he realizes that he appears to be in a lotoftroubleohshit. Nicholas feels as if the world is in slow motion as he watches the normally calm man approach him, noticing as Siyoung’s fists clench. Nicholas swallows air in his nervous state, unable to rip his gaze from Siyoung as he finally stops in front of Nicholas.

“Hey Nafla,” Giriboy says with an easy-going smile on his face, contradicting his tense body language, “How’s it going?”

Nafla feels as if he is under the gaze of a wolf on the hunt, and he can feel himself growing smaller under the other man’s assessing gaze. “It’s going well,” Nicholas manages to force the words out before he feels Siyoung wrap an arm around his shoulder.

“That’s good,” Siyoung says cheerfully as he starts leading Nicholas to the guest room in his home, knowing that Kid Milli is distracting you easily after so many years of friendship. Your little trio of friends was truly as tight-knit as could be, having been through so much shit together. The most prominent event that you had all been through together was definitely your little miracle, the result of a one-night-stand. 

You had contacted the man, but he had no interest in being a father, and you felt no need to push him into the position. Siyoung and Wonjae had been unsure whether to be happy or upset on your behalf at the news of your pregnancy, but they settled for holding you while you cried as you told them. They had only hugged you more tightly, and sometimes it feels like they never let you out of their embrace.

You had moved into Siyoung’s home for the duration of your pregnancy, staying in the guest bedroom as he gladly renovated the basement. The once large and unfinished basement had been turned into a series of sizable rooms, two bedrooms and one bathroom being added and customized to your liking as the months fly by, your stomach growing more heavy and your due date rapidly approaching. 

Siyoung or Wonjae accompany you pretty much everywhere when it gets close to your delivery date, assigning their friends or colleagues to the task if they can’t be there. From Reddy to Yun B, your friends had assigned suspiciously single rappers to guard you in their stead. Much to Wonjae and Siyoung’s mutual disappointment, you had befriended everyone you met, but that was as far as you all ended up getting. 

Wonjae and Siyoung had been on stand-by in the last month of your pregnancy, and you had never been more grateful for their presence than when they were by your side in the delivery room. They had both been glued to you during labor, planting kisses on your forehead and comforting you better than a parent ever could. It had been a long 20 hours of labor before your baby girl was delivered, So Min’s angelic features captivated both men and caused all three of you to coo over her.

The past year of her life had flown by in a flurry of smiles and giggles, crying and restless nights for both of you. Siyoung and Wonjae had begun to take So Min to the studio whenever you needed a break, both men taking to their roles as uncles with glee. Most of the time you were fine with it, but occasionally you would find bags upon bags of designer baby clothes and toys, accessories galore. Everything from a diamond-encrusted hair-clip to a Gucci diaper bag, if they felt you needed it then they would buy it for her.

You had been absolutely shocked to come home to your closet stocked with designer maternity clothes, the small amount of maternity clothing being replaced with soft dresses and shirts, maternity jeans and soft pajamas, even soft pairs of slippers to wear around the house. Yourself and Siyoung had gone furniture shopping when your rooms had been completed, and you had been shocked at the prices of the furniture. 

Siyoung had ended up with your permission to buy whatever he wanted for you so long as you didn’t see a receipt, and he happily agreed to your conditions. You had come home only a day later to find your room and the nursery full of the necessary furniture, all of it truly the best quality money could buy.

As the year had passed, more and more baby clothing had seemed to appear out of thin air, all of it beautiful and fully intact. All in all, living with Siyoung had been great since the beginning, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Setting up parties for any of you was now a whole lot easier than before, the location automatically settled to Siyoung’s house. You had dropped So Min off at Siyoung’s parents house earlier, the older couple gladly acting as grandparents for a night.

Nicholas was currently walking with Siyoung towards the nearby balcony, Siyoung’s arm slung casually around Nicholas’ shoulder, the empty balcony a welcome reprieve from the noise of the party. 

“You know,” Siyoung begins as he lowers himself into the comfortable armchair, “she’s single. I’ve been trying to get her to date for ages now, but she might scare you away.”

Nicholas blinks in shock, having expected to be told off for staring at Siyoung’s girlfriend but instead being encouraged to ask you out. “Y-you mean, you’re not dating her?” he says in disbelief, having thought that you were after you had hid from his gaze.

Siyoung lets out a laugh, smiling brightly as he thinks of you. "No, I could never date Y/N, we have too much history. Besides, she's too much of a sister to me. Let me introduce you to her." Nicholas gets a friendly pat on the back as he trails behind Siyoung in a dazed state. He is shaken out of his daze as he stops in front of you, noticing your questioning glance at Siyoung as he stops with a wide smile on his face.

“Hey Y/N,” Siyoung says without a hint of the nervous feelings that Nicholas is hiding fairly well, “I would like you to meet Choi Nicholas, otherwise known as Nafla. Nafla, meet Y/N. She’s one of my favorite people, so take care of her. Now then,” he nods at Wonjae with a smirk, “we’ve gotta go check on the rest of the guests, you two have fun!” Suddenly you’re both standing together, and you fidget in place and flush as you notice Nicholas’ handsome features.

The two of you stand together, taking in each other's features with shy glances and both of you shifting nervously before you clear your throat, taking a deep breath. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N, I think we ran into each other in the park that one time.”

“Ah, yeah,” Nicholas says with a slight blush, “Sorry about that, I must have looked like such a creep.” You move to protest before a shake of his head stops you in your tracks, “I just--you were so beautiful and I couldn’t do anything.” Nicholas stops talking, feeling as humiliation at his word-vomiting washes over him. His gaze falls to the floor and he doesn’t notice as your jaw relaxes into a smile, his words cute and making you flush.

“It’s okay,” you laugh, smiling fondly as his head snaps up and a relieved smile settles onto his handsome face, “I think I quite like you, as well, if that’s what you were getting at.” Nicholas gulps nervously, a smile still on his face as he mentally prepares for the next move.

“Well then, would you be interested in going out for a coffee with me?” he asks you, and your eyes widen as you bounce in place, the unexpected words taking you by surprise. Normally the men that try to flirt with you are much less blunt, but his straightforwardness is refreshing to you.

“I’d like that a lot,” you say, giggling nervously, “we can do it tomorrow for lunch, if you want.” You twirl your hair casually around your fingers, gently tugging on it as an outlet for your nervous state.

You let out a breath that you had been holding without your knowledge as Nafla, Choi Nicholas, nods. “That sounds amazing, should we go ahead and exchange numbers as well?” As both of you pull out your phones, you both feel giddy with delight. You don’t notice the eyes of your friends, your brothers, on you as you allow yourself to enjoy the night with Nicholas. 

The night passes as if it was a dream, and later that night you strip down and lay in your bed, reminiscing over your bold actions earlier. You are torn between joy and agony, the day running through your mind as you’re dragged into unconsciousness. The last thing you see as you fall asleep is Nicholas’ smiling face, and he is in your dreams that night.

A/N: This is part one of two parts, with maybe some drabbles later! I worked hard to get this much out and will probably revise it in the future, but it’s at five pages in the Google Doc with no sign of stopping so far. 

#nafla #nafla scenarios #nafla imagines #nafla fluff #nafla fanfiction #khh #khh fanfiction #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh fluff

[transbibennyweir]

I love mbav so much it’s one of my favorite shows ever and I’m still so upset over the cliffhanger ending but on a side note Benny weir was definitely my number one favorite character but that might be due to the fact that I have a crush on him and in real life too anyway though I will say bethan is definitely my otp favorite pairing from the show as well and I was so upset they didn’t end together in the end but I was wondering if you would consider making Bethan fanfiction for this month?

duuude i feel the same way i love the show and even me who isn’t really into shipping can’t argue that those two had some real chemistry going on. that cliffhanger ending will always suck but at least we got fanfic to cope and pretend it didnt happen lol but yeah i’ve been writing two or three (really) short fics. the requests are mostly bethan so lucky you! i just put a new i did under the cut. its short and smiple and not too over the top shippy. its still good i think but the next bethan fic i want write to be super over the top shippy for fun with fluff (and angst with comfort ofc) (also this is on ao3)

The Valentine Dance at school was only a week away and Benny had the less than amazing plan to confess some long time dwelling feelings, and if he was lucky score a date to the dance. Although, he was lacking in any confidence seeing as he was never the best with plans and had the worst luck with... Well with everything if he was honest. Ethan was more the plan guy. Which was a total problem when Ethan is who the confession was for. Benny debated for half the school day if he should ask anyone for help, it became pretty obvious that they wouldn’t be that helpful. Rory can’t keep a secret to save his undead life, Erica isn’t much of the romantic type (ignoring that she wouldn’t want help at all in the first place), and Sarah... Actually Sarah might be the only one that would be any real help. That’s if she wanted to help. After what happened Freshman year with Ethan pinning for her and the eventual coming out from Sarah that she didn’t like guys it was sometimes amazing they could still be friends without one of them dying of awkwardness. If anything it was more awkward to ask for help from your current crush’s ex-crush, but Benny was out of options.

“Hey Sarah!” Benny greeted on his phone, his leg bouncing as he sat nervously on his bed. He had decided that he would try talk to her after school, partly hoping he would talk himself out of doing any of this. “I kinda need your help for something important. How quick do you think you could be at my place tonight? Sarah? Sarah!”

When there wasn’t a reply Benny repeated her name wondering what happened followed with a moment of silence and a sudden swiping sound of gusting wind through his phone then a whoosh out in front of his bedroom window. Vampire speed, always handy. “This quick enough for you?” Sarah giggled. Between last year to now Sarah was a lot more playful about her vampire-ness, much to the amusement of Benny.

“Knew I could count on you, Sar!” He grinned at her.

“As always. So, what’s this super important thing you needed my help in the middle of a school night?” She asked, jumping onto his bed with a weightless thump. “Is it a magic problem or just your special brand of weirdness for tonight?”

“Ha! Very funny. I mean it. It’s serious. There’s the dance coming up and I need your help scoring with-” Benny was cut off by Sarah abruptly standing up with a squeaked out “What!”

“Benny! I thought you said this was serious. I rushed over here for you thinking ugh-I can’t believe you! I am not helping you with ‘score’ with some random-”

“It’s Ethan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah....”

“Benny, I am really sorry.”

There was an awkward silence that made Benny want rip his insides out which was a total confidence booster. “Nah, no, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have been so ‘Benny’ about it. My fault.” Benny’s voice sounded worn and hoarse. Sarah wrapped her arms around Benny to comfort him, sitting back on his bed they stayed quite, Benny taking steading breathes. “I know it’s been a summer since he got over you, but I dunno we’ve always been friends and really close. Confident Benny wants say there’s a chance he’s into me, but Nervous Benny says everything I think has been a sign is just me getting way too hopeful and I’m just,” Benny sighed leaning into Sarah’s hug. “Really tired dancing around how I feel all the time.”

“Awe, Benny,” Sarah settled into her place on the bed facing her favorite spell-caster. “Okay. I’ll help you. What’s the plan?” Benny sheepishly smiled and raised his shoulders.

“I was kinda hoping you could come up with something. I’m more of a plan follower than a plan maker. My ideas tend to lead to the actual problem that needs fixing.” He laughed nervously.

“I think I can come up with something. You still know that flower spell, right?” They grinned at each other.

“Of course.”

+++

The school dance was now only four days away and Sarah’s plan was simple and more importantly fool-proof. Which is what Benny was counting on.

“So, all you need to do is talk to him. Take him to the park. Whoa him with some magic, some flowers and then boom! Ask him to the dance. Simple and sups romantic.” Sarah said as they walked outside to see Ethan and their friends waiting for them in the school parking lot. “Think you can manage?”

Benny waved at them nervously. “I’m totally going mess this up.”

“Ben, it’s literally the most straightforward plan on the planet. There’s no way for you to mess it up. Just be your usual funny and charming self, it’s what he loves most about you.” Sarah smiled reassuring. Reaching their friends Benny tried not act anymore strange than his typical self, which was hard when Benny’s go to was being strange. It came with the magic powers and general teenage boy awkwardness. Erica was pushing Rory back onto the ground as he tried to float above her head saying there was something in her hair, there wasn’t, really he just wanted steal her hair pin that he was obsessed with.

“Come on, Erica!” Rory teased picking at the clip.

“Rory, if you don’t stop I’m going drive a stake through your un-dead heart!” She threatened as Ethan laughed before turning his attention to Benny and Sarah.

“Hey, Sarah, Ben.” He smiled sweetly, his eyes glancing at Benny with a sheepish blush. Although the boy in question was too busy freaking out internally to notice. “We still on for movie night?”

“Oh right!” Sarah said suddenly with a false quickness. “I totally forgot that’s tonight. Me and the vamps have some Vampire Council business and such. Y’know, vampires only. Heh.” She lied poorly but Ethan was just a little too slow to catch on.

“We do?” The two other vampires said holding off on their mini fight over a hair clip, Erica holding onto both Rory’s wrists in opposing directions. Erica watched the panic in Sarah and Benny’s eyes that said all she needed to know; ‘please just pay along’ written all over their faces. “Oooh. Yes-yeah. We do. Totally. No humans allowed or they will eat your face off. We’re doing a... vampire... ritual.... Yeah.”

“We do that? Awesome!” Rory said suddenly excited if not a little confused. “Why didn’t they tell me anything? Do you guys have their number or something because if so I feel it’s unfair that I don’t-”

“Rory, not right now.” Erica pulled her hair clip out of Rory’s hand, annoyed. “We should get going. Don’t want be late for the... ritual. Right, Sarah?”

“Right! Yeah, we really need get going. Super speed can only be so quick. Let’s go.” Sarah chuckled, pushing two of her friends away from Ethan and Benny. “We’ll see you later!” The three vamps speeded off, the other two waving them bye. The school parking lot was empty by then, Ethan’s full attention placed fully on Benny who felt the crushing weight of his friend’s eyes on him as he always did when they were alone. It was easy to play off any pining feelings when they hung out, their friendship had always been enough for Benny. Even when he had see Ethan longing after a different person, it was hard sometimes, but Benny could always push down any budding jealously or unsettling sadness. Ethan would always be his friend and now if he was lucky he could put boy in front of friend. The thought making his cheeks warm and his heart fast.

“Soo, movie night?” Ethan asked, they started their walk home only instead Benny had planned to take a subtle left turn towards the park the spell for appearing flowers repeating in his head.

“Actually I was thinking we could, uh, go for a walk... to the park?” Benny flinched with the odd expectation that his friend would suddenly reject him right there and then. “I have something I want show you, I dunno. Is that dumb? I feel dumb.”

“Benny. It’s cool. Come on, I kinda wanted tell you something anyways.” Ethan replied with a smile, his hand close to gracing against the taller boy’s. The near touch drawing them closer to each other, they’ve always gravitated towards one another with a strange pull that was always between them. Benny wondered if Ethan ever felt it, if he could ever see how Benny looked at him with such love and care. Maybe his seer powers let him see it more clearly than Benny felt it, lucky him Ethan still didn’t fully know how mind read yet.

The start of their walk was mostly silent, the longer the quite went for the more Benny’s internal freak out grew into full blown panic. He was seriously reconsidering saying anything at this point. Half way to the park and they hadn’t said a single word to each other, a first for their friendship. Ethan was biting his lower lip clearly lost in deep thought, Benny was too nervous to speak and break into whatever was going through the shorter boy’s head.

“Ben... Benny, heh, uh, I’ve been wanting to say this for awhile and I didn’t know how and I know you’re you know... You.” Ethan started. None of his words were comforting to Benny right now. “Wait-wait. That came out weird. I just wanted say when we came out to each other last summer. I know I acted really weird afterwards and it was totally uncool of me and I know I should’ve said sorry forever ago, but I’m real sorry, Ben. It was lame of me and I only acted like that because there some feelings I didn’t think I was ready to think about and now it’s like my brain is stuck thinking them but I don’t want things weird so, uh, am I making any sense?”

Benny didn’t know if he should laugh or cry, he went with the former and abruptly began to giggle in a almost soft of manic way. The sudden out bust of laugher worried Ethan. “Why are you laughing? Benny, I’m being serious. Come on, dude.”

“Sorry, dude. It’s just, you really scared me there for a second, E. I know it was a weird shift it’s totally fine. I was never mad.” Benny said, his laughter subsiding. Although he took note of the last bit, he didn’t want feel like he was reading too much into it but it couldn’t nothing, right?

They reached the park a few yards off where there was a bench was waiting for them. The lump in Benny’s throat was starting appear and it was getting too late for him to choke and bail on this whole thing. “Let’s go sit on the bench. It’s my turn to ramble and make barely any sense.”

“So nothing new.” Ethan teased. Ben wrapped his arm around Ethan’s neck and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Just sit down, okay?” Benny sat down with a nervous smile and his leg bouncing with a quick uneasy pace. “On the topic of us not being the straightest lightsabers in the bunch. Heh. There’s the dance coming up and I didn’t want go alone and there’s this person I wanted ask-”

“Really?” Ethan butted in with a sad look making something clink in Benny’s head. “That’s... great. What’s he like?”

“Oh you know, he’s really cool and mega smart and like, the biggest dork in the whole world.” Benny was grinning now, biting his lower lip to fight back his nervous joy. Maybe it was petty but if he was understanding right then making Ethan jealous for two minutes would make up for last year’s Sarah obsession.

“Oh. Uh. He sounds really cool. I’m glad you like him so much. So, what’s the plan to ask him out?” Ethan asked, his mood becoming more downcast suddenly. E, you pretty idiot. Well, just a bit of teasing fun wouldn’t hurt.

“Mhm. Yeah, he’s really great. I was thinking of asking him after school, y’know, surprise him with some flowers use a little magic to make sure their his favorite. Like this,” Benny made a quick glance to make sure no one was looking before making a bouquet of flowers appear. It had been the first simple trick that Benny had ever show Ethan. It started as a cheesy way to impress girls now it was becoming a cheesy way to impress his Ethan. The flowers matched the color scheme of Ethan’s favorite Star Wars character, right down to matching the center one with the character’s lightsaber.

Ethan stared at the flowers with a shy sadness. “Oh? Then what? Explain to him vampires are real next? I’m sure that one will go over real great, Bens.”

“Maybe. I think he’d be freaked out at first, probably less than he should be but grow to think it was way kick ass. I think he’d do pretty awesome fighting some bloodsuckers. Bet he looks really hot staking one out. The same way I think he looks really hot when he plays video games and starts losing and sits on my lap-which is totally cheating by the way, but I let it slide because again total cutie. I want ask him to the dance, maybe after we could sneak out and-”

“Jeez, Benny. Stop it, okay. I get it.” Ethan stood up from his seat, covering his ears. “You must really like him. What’s his name?”

“Oh, I dunno it’s something like Ian? Eric? Wait! No, I remember it’s Ethan Morgan the dumbest yet prettiest boy in town. Only second to yours truly.” Benny grinned gaining more of a cool confidence as he saw the way Ethan’s blush grew dark across his face.

“Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’ you dope! Who else could I have ever been talking about?! Han Solo?”

“First of all, I don’t know! And second, Han was totally gay for Luke but that’s for a different time.” Ethan said, glancing as an older couple walked past them.

“Wait, were you jealous? Like actually?”

“What! No way, I was not.” Ethan’s blush creeped up to his ears. “And anyways, it was totally not cool of you-”

“Then we’re even. Fair?” Benny leaned closer to Ethan, the flowers disappearing from between them. “Were the flowers too gay?”

Ethan leaned closer and bit his lip. “Bens, I don’t know how break this to you, but you’re like the gayest person in town.”

“Second to you.” He laughed before Ethan closed the gap between their lips catching him off guard. The small doubt that lingered in the back of his mind was put at ease as their lips fit together. “Sorry. I was really hoping I didn’t mess this up.” Benny tried not to giggle.

“Lucky you, your bad gay jokes and charm is what got me hooked on you in the first place.”

“Yeah, guess I am a catch. So... We’re on for the dance?”

“Yeah.” Ethan smiled holding Benny’s hands. “Yeah, Bens. We are.” They grinned at each other, hands clasped together and knees touching.

#mbav #my babysitters a vampire #bethan #benny weir #Ethan Morgan #asks #fanfic #request

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Teacher Steve/ Single Dad Billy AU

Part I

There was only one parent left to speak with after Hargrove left, and Steve had been so damn grateful for that. He'd stumbled over his words, lost his train of thought, and fidgeted way more than normal because he'd been distracted.

By Billy fucking Hargrove.

He hadn't seen the man since he'd made a huge scene and burned rubber getting the hell out of Hawkins nine years ago.

And yeah, it shouldn't be that big of a deal to see an old classmate, especially since he's a teacher in a small town now, and should probably get used to it, but with Billy it's different. Because his other classmates weren't responsible for his major sexual identity crisis at eighteen.

No, that particular award went to the blond, earring having, leather jacket wearing bastard of the past. A bastard that still looked like sin on two legs. That made him glad he was behind a desk, because he had stiffened in his pants just looking at him.

Christ.

He can't believe he's here, and that he's apparently the father of his new student. A student that was already becoming one of his favorites.

God, Nancy has been right about him all these years. Steve is such an idiot.

Rebecca Hargrove.

But like…why would he think of Billy? He'd been the last person he'd picture having a kid. He'd been super loud in the locker room about condom use, so it just…didn't occur to him.

She does have his eyes, though, now that he thinks about it. Her dark hair must be from her mom. Her mom.

He couldn't help but feel bad for the little girl, but he was also incredibly curious, because Billy had made it a point to say that he was never married to her mom. And it seemed like he may not have been around every day, so there was probably a custody agreement in place.

He wonders how he dealt with that. Losing his daughters mom and then being completely responsible for her. Must have been hard because he came back to stay with Max.

And thinking of Max. She hadn't told anyone that her brother was back in town. Well, maybe she had but none of them had told him. What would Steve had done if he ran into the guy at the grocery store or while pumping gas?

It would probably have been just as awkward as this had been, but his brain would have definitely shut the fuck down without having a safe topic to focus on.

He would have made a gigantic fool out of himself.

Shit, he might still make a fool of himself, because he's Becca's dad and Steve is her teacher so he will be interacting with him in the future for sure.

Fuck.

This is not something he can keep to himself.

So he puts his grade book and papers away and turns off the lights. Then he hurriedly locks up his classroom and books it to the other side of the school where the sixth grade band room is. He can see the yellow light through the rectangular window on the door.

Thank god Robin is still there. He needs to talk to someone about this. Like immediately.

He doesn't knock, just opens the door, "Robin! You won't believe-"

"Steve." She hisses, putting up a finger before glaring at him and returning to the phone. "Yes, of course Mrs Grant, I wouldn't mind giving her an extra lesson on Tuesdays. Uh huh. Yes. You too. Bye." She ends her conversation and then turns back to him. "Ok, what was so damn important that you had to bust in here like Batman?"

"You remember the little girl in my class I was worried about?"

"Sure." She replies, swiveling in her chair. "The new transfer, right?"

"Yeah, and you won't believe who her father is."

Robin just gives him an unimpressed look. "This is what was so urgent? Some parent?"

"No, listen. It's not just any old parent." He insists. "Her dad is Billy Hargrove."

Her eyes widen, because she knows. She'd been the sole witness to Steve's am-i-gay-or-not panic of '85. "You're kidding.."

"No, I swear. He was in my classroom a half an hour ago."

"Didn't he like go back to Cali after graduation?"

He nods. "Yeah, he did, and apparently had a kid with someone…" he trails off. "But he said Becca's mom died. That's why they are back here, and why she's been so withdrawn."

"Oh, Damn."

"Right? It's messed up."

"Yeah, it is." She agrees. "But that's not all you came in here to tell me." Sometimes Robin is so perceptive it's scary. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"What do you mean?" He feigns ignorance, because it's not right. He should not be thinking about how great it would feel to have that body beneath him.

"Don't play dumb, Dingus." She scoffs and throws a paper clip at him, "You know exactly what I mean."

He feels the heat rise to his face. "Don't you think it's really inappropriate to be thinking about that when I just found out his ex died?"

"Last I checked your dick didn't have a brain, therefore it wouldn't care what is socially acceptable."

Jesus.

"Ok. Ok. Fine." He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "There was…some interest there, but it's pointless to even think about it. He's straight."

"As far as you know."

"No, not as far as I know." He frowns and his hands find his hips. "He has a kid."

She shrugs, "So do a lot of closeted people."

"Why are you trying to talk me into this? Even if, by some miracle, he's not completely straight, It's unethical. He's a parent of a student in my class."

"That you've had the hots for since high school."

"So? Still doesn't make it right."

"Well, according to folks around here, what we are isn't right either." She keeps eye contact with him. "And ignoring your attraction isn't going to make it go away."

And that…"Yeah, you have a point." He hates it, but she does have a point. "But I'm still not doing anything about it."

"Fine, but when you come crawling to me a couple months from now, begging me to help you, I'm going to smile and tell you to fuck off."

"You're cruel, Robin."

Again she shrugs. "Maybe, but how else are you going to learn that I'm always right?"

He rolls his eyes. "Why am I friends with you again?"

"I know all your secrets? I'm the only other person that's come out to you? You'd be absolutely lost without me?" She smiles brightly. "Take your pick."

"I hate you." He tells her and opens the door to retreat.

"No you don't!" She calls after him, laughter in her voice.

And no. He doesn't. He could never hate her.

Especially because she's right.

There's no fucking way he'll be able to ignore his attraction.

Steve is so screwed.

Part III

#harringrove #teacher steve #single dad billy #AU #part 2

[inctlife]

saw your last answer on my ask and i dashed here (dashi run run run ...???)

taking care of myself more lately, i've been caring for my legs a lot more and i am now: healed :))))))))

however i can't stop the frustration from running through, i'm not as good as i was before and i blame myself for being so careless about my health? but again, no can do except quit, which i'm on the verge of doing

AND MA'AM, WE ARE HERE FOR THE TONE INDICATORS. currently educating myself, i'm getting there but i'm rlly trying to get into the habit of using them!

also, i really want to get into the scouting world and it honestly was one of my dreams? now that you mention it, i used to really want to be in a troop and roast marshmellows and help others when i was younger but now, idek bc i have so much stuff to take care of

(^^ gotta see if i wanna attend 2023's world scout jamboree in korea lmao jkjk maybe)

but about the last ask where i was just really hopeless, i've just been really anxious about some things in my life right now, and it's adult things that i just try and keep out of but when one of the decisions can be moving across the country, i'm not that restrictive on being anxious ya kno

just wanna fly away to korea except take out the harsh school system there bc... fuck them school systems

fun news, auditioned for a few stuff, starting from my school's production program all the way to a program i'm not allowed to discuss (insert eye emoji bc i can't on my laptop rn)

ANYWAYS shit almost forgot about the qotd

QOTDDDDDD:

favorite 127 song?

aotd: SUPERHUMAN. the "got me feelin' like a super i know i can fly" joke within 127 has got me on that song? so much?

but as for a ballad (bc that song's an edm), i love no longer? i got into 127 a lot more after haechan's acapella behind clip was all over the fandom and gawd zamn was that a nice acapella the hell

QUICK NOTE, yall need to fall in love with zhong chenle (except maybe not for queen daegal's buzz cut she received from him >:/). he's definitely underrated and is often called loud but if you watch a competition type show that he went on (i believe with jisung as well bc idk about that) his voice is just beyond the others (my apologies to the other kids, they were amazing as well) BUT HIS IS SO CLEAR. NOT TO MENTION HE WAS ON THE VIENNA PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA PLEASE WHAT

here's the clip: https://youtu.be/hTTfQJfklFE

rant about zhong chenle is over!

LOVE YOU, DRINK WATER

(like my higher-ups sign off their emails) best,

eggy

our last ever eggy ask !

i’m so glad to here that, darling !!! and you should never beat yourself up about things like that like,, ik you kinda were being careless lmao sorry but it’s obvious even from someone who doesnt really know much about you that its just because your so dedicated !! you seem to love it so much so i hope you keep going !! (if you want lol)

YES!!!! i mean i’m like,, slightly autistic myself (my therapist said it might just be from childhood trauma but basically i show signs of autism :D) so i absolutely love seeing people use them cause it just helps me 100% understand the meaning and i’m so happy about using them and am so down if it helps people !!

honestly i hate camping akdjdkdjdk i’d be a terrible scout,, but my friend on the other hand?🤨 BRILLIANT😙🤌 SHE GOT INVITED THERE BC SHE WAS ONE OF THE BEST SCOUTS IN HER GROUP BRO😎 i mean i bully her for it but it’s actually kinda cool lmao i mean i couldnt do that ALSO I DID NOT KNOW THERE’S A JAMBOREE IN KOREA COMING UP AND I WILL BE ASKING HER ABOUT IT

i really dont have anything to say bc honestly it just sucks about moving across the country and i’ve never even moved house lmao but i get the thing about adult things,, like i turned 17 february this year but it feels like everythings just closing in on me yk?? it suddenly feels like my entire life has just flashed before my eyes and i’m suddenly being shoved into adulthood, so yeah, i get you but i’m still avoiding them myself so all i can say is i hope whatever happens, your outcome is positive :)

NCT 127 UPBEAT SONG: probably welcome to my playground i LOVE that one

SAD SONG: LITERALLY SAME NO LONGER IS SO GOOD BRO I LOVE IT

also, quick note? i am in love with zhong chenle,, that one show he did where they went and stayed with his family?? i watched that several times a month😭 i love him mum

so, for the last time ever i guess!!

bye eggy, don’t forget to drink your water and thanks for dropping by❤️

#🍳 anon #🍳 #eggy anon #eggy #jaeminieggy #im literally sad? #goodbye eggy :) #i’ve loved having you around #:(

[capricornus-rex]

Inseparable Dyad (2)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: When Cal follows his instincts to revisit Zeffo, you sense a great disturbance and urgency in the Force. A trap was set by bounty hunters who wanted either—or both—of your heads, but no one knows who has put the price.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Masterlist

2 of ?

The rest of the day was spent in the abode. The new place still needed some revamping and cleaning up, it won’t take long until the abode would look like a real, proper home if given the right tools. Cal was busy tinkering with the scrap metal sitting on top of the rock platform just above your quarters in the abode, you were preoccupied in re-sorting the tools that were scattered across the room.

Merrin decided to stop by, emerging from the green mist that she conjures whenever teleporting from one place to another. She spun around to take a good look at the place and found you standing right where she wants you.

“Hi Merrin,” you welcomed her. “Sorry, my hands are full,”

She held out a hand in front of you in a gesture to stop you, “Actually, I just came here to visit. You’re doing a good job with the place.”

“Aww, thanks. It’s nothing, really. Just a little bit of hard work,” you shrugged.

“I know I said I was visiting, but you didn’t forget your promise to help me with Greez’s terrarium, right?”

You smiled, “How could I forget? This crate has the fertilizer I was about to bring for the plants!”

“Oh perfect!” Merrin exclaimed and she walked right up to you, without prompt, she helped you with the crate in your hands and she put it away with the rest. “May I take the plant food now? To take the load off your hands too,”

“Sure,” you beamed.

“I’ll see you two back at the ship!”

“See you!”

Merrin—even with her back turned—waved “bye” at you before conjuring up another cloud of glittering, green mist and then disappeared into thin air.

You took hold of the rope to pulley yourself to the second level. As you get near Cal, you notice the black band circling the back of his head. You tap him on the shoulder, he instantly turns around and pulls down the headphones.

“I sense an urgency, do you feel it too?”

“Yeah, couldn’t shake it off even with my music,”

You chuckle and ruffle his hair a bit, “Music isn’t gonna block out the Force.”

“What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know but the feeling is… foreboding, I guess.”

Cal beams a soft smile, “You always know the right word for a feeling.”

He pinched your cheek before standing up and cleaning up his unfinished work in the meantime. He went out ahead of you.

“Not always,” you mutter, but only to yourself now.

You youngsters eventually met up in the Mantis. You made a promise to Greez to help him out with the terrarium, you even put enough fertilizer to sustain the entire trough. Even though Greez is still warming up to Merrin’s company, you help him out in teaching her the ropes on how to grow the plants without using any magick.

“Nightsisters don’t interfere with the natural growth of plants unless necessary,” she simply said, unable to sometimes read through Greez’s terribly-delivered sarcasm.

Meanwhile, Cal sets the course to Zeffo, for some unfinished business. He still felt a strong pull of the Force from that planet and he allowed himself to trust it, to find it, and find it he did. Greez had no qualms in going to any other planet that isn’t Dathomir—and he slipped in a disclaimer as an afterthought of blurting that out.

“It’s okay, Greez, Dathomir isn’t for the faint-hearted anyway,” Merrin commented.

Greez stuttered, finding the loophole in Merrin’s cheeky comment, and the rest of the crew hid their laughter to themselves.

When the ship arrived to Zeffo, Cal left the ship and hastily headed north—taking the shortcut that leads to the abandoned village—catching up to him was no hard task. The Stormtroopers on guard were instantaneously dealt with, cutting them down as you passed them by, with the help of Cal’s improved Force-pull that can hurtle the enemies to you rather than running up to them.

“Backtracking stuff we missed?”

“Yep, you catch on pretty well,”

“Well, it seems to be the most plausible reason,”

The two of you made your way to the turbine facility, taking the shortcut on the right to save you the trouble of slowing down the mills to serve as footholds. Cal repeated the same move of Force-pulling all of the surrounding Stormtroopers towards you and you cut them down with the spin of your lightsaber.

The slides were easily your favorite part—you simply loved the thrill of it—when you made it to the weathered monument, you immediately sensed something was unusual. Cal noticed that your walking speed had slowed down a bit.

“Are you okay?”

You shushed him softly, straining to listen for something. “I don’t hear their radio noise.”

“They must be just keeping quiet,” Cal shrugged.

You snatched his arm before he could take another step.

“Be careful, we might not be dealing with Stormtroopers this time,”

Cal heeded your warning, proceeded the area with caution; your eyes search for the white-armored figures, but to your surprise there is not a single one of them. Your wariness increased threefold. Your hand immediately searched for the lightsaber clipped to your belt and held onto it just in case.

Standing at the top of the slope at the end of the path was a droid—not the bounty droid, but an IG unit. The droid was immediately alerted of your presence and proceeded to execute its only prerogative.

“Target sighted. Scans confirm match. I will have to capture you two now. Please do not resist if you want to stay alive.”

The IG unit mechanically spoke as it pointed its twin blasters at you. It lost an arm and a leg to both of you, each taking a limb to immobilize it. Getting rid of the IG unit was almost too easy, it did not put up much of a fight. As the droid lay dead on your feet, a part of you says something isn’t right.

“I thought IG units are supposed to be good at their jobs?” you pondered out loud.

“We’ve outnumbered it, I think that should’ve narrowed its chances against us,”

Then it clicked.

“Someone’s sent bounty hunters on us,” you realized.

Before Cal could actually react to that, you heard indistinct voices coming from all sides. They were speaking in an unfamiliar language. You were able to sense their presence beforehand, but the IG unit was a decoy—it was meant to be expendable in this situation. 

A stun grenade comes out of nowhere, rolls up to your feet and then stops at the head of the IG unit. The light indicator was blinking erratically. You were too late to push Cal or yourself out of its radius, it already had gone off and both of you were rendered defenseless and unconscious.

Cal lay right next to you, flat on the ground; your joints felt numb, something felt heavy over your back, moving your neck up felt like someone had put a brace around it.

“Cal…” the small breath that made your call was nearly silent, only the soil and grass heard it.

You heard boots stomping towards you, in your disheveled state it sounded like the hooves of a Phillak. Someone grabbed your arms, pinned your wrists against your back and tied them—you were too weak and stiff to even look around—but you saw them do the same to Cal, except you could only see their feet and their arms as they tied his wrists too. After tying them down, the captors wore a cloth sack on Cal’s head and your handler did the same.

Everything was now dark.

#cal kestis #cal kestis fic #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x reader fic #star wars #star wars fic #sw #sw fic #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi fallen order fic #sw jfo #sw jfo fic #jedi fallen order #jedi fallen order fic #jfo #jfo fic #fluff #fluff fic #fic #prompt #writing prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #star wars fanfic #jedi fallen order fanfic #jedi: fallen order #jedi: fallen order fic #jedi: fallen order fanfic

[good-rwbyaus]

HellsingAbridged!AU Vampire Tyrian and Watts break into Hellsing's massion, where Alu!Mercury, Seras!Ruby, and SirIntegra!Emerald are. (Basically Ep. 2)

While we do have a no crossover policy going on...I can’t resist this because Mercury as Alucard is perfection because two of my favorite characters as one? Thank you! ~ Green

Yatsu: The following is a fan based parody. Hellsing Ultimate is owned by Kouta Hirano and Studio Madhouse, and licensed by Geneon, Madman Entertainment, Manga Entertainment, and Funimation. Please support the official release... you protestant fuckbucket.

[on phone]

*on the phone*

Sir Emerald: Hello, Mercury. How was your mission in Japan?

Mercury: Eh... I'd say 99... *Switches to zombie at a gate of a high school from the anime, High School Of The Dead* ...point 9 percent done. 'Sup, bitch?

Sir Emerald: I need to talk to you about some important guests coming today.

Mercury: Are they hookers?

Sir Emerald: No.

Mercury: And like that, you've lost me.

Sir Emerald: They're our financial suppliers.

Mercury: Oh man, they have to hate us.

Sir Emerald: They do. That's why they canceled our budget.

Mercury: Oooh, that's bad. We need that, right? Ozpin, we need that right?

Ozpin: Yes, very important.

Mercury: Thank you, Ozpin.

Ozpin: Of course, sir.

Sir Emerald: Over the last couple of years we've had some... expensive claims.

Mercury: Like what?

Sir Emerald: First off, property damage.

*cut scene of an explosion and people running away from OVA 6*

Mercury: Good times.

Sir Emerald: Dozens of noise complaints...

*cut scene to Police Girl and Mercury blasting Nobody by Skindred* 

Mercury: Sorry! I can't hear you!

Sir Emerald: Killing at least a dozen innocent people...

Mercury: Oh, so did Anthony Hopkins, and he got a fucking Oscar for it!

Sir Emerald: And... all of the clothes stealing.

Mercury: ...I'm not apologizing.

Sir Emerald: Listen, I know this is asking a lot, but...

Mercury: But...

Sir Emerald: I want you to keep yourself locked in the basement until all of them are gone.

Mercury: ...I get the distinct impression you're embarrassed of me.

Sir Emerald: Mercury.

Mercury: I'm gonna go with no...

Sir Emerald: This is important, and I don't need you causing another scene.

Mercury: I don't have to take this. I'm going for a walk.

Sir Emerald: No you don't!

Mercury: Oh, what are you going to do? Grab that guy who can stop me? What was his name...? Michael McDoesn't-exist?

Sir Emerald: *Sigh* ...What do you want?

Mercury: What?

Sir Emerald: What.. do I need to give you.. to keep you down here for the evening?

Mercury: I'm going to need a new gun. Also, one for the police girl.

Ruby: But I already have a gun!

Mercury: Get that bitch a cannon; Bitches love cannons!

Sir Emerald: Anything else?

Mercury: A seventy-inch plasma widescreen tv.

Sir Emerald: Really?

Mercury: With Netflix.

Sir Emerald: Should it also be 3D?

Mercury: NO! That's a stupid fucking gimmick and everyone knows it!

*scene changes to the board meeting*

Sir Emerald: Hello, gentlemen. Thank you very much for accepting my invitation.

Sir Shelby Penwood Well, considering the direness of your financial security, we thought it was the least we could do.

Sir Emerald: Now before we begin, I was under the impression our budget was handled directly by the queen.

Sir Hugh Irons: Oh, it is, however, we're having a distinctly difficult time justifying some of these expenses.

Sir Shelby Penwood: Most of them under the name... 'Mercury'.

Sir Emerald: *inhale* Continue...

Sir Hugh Irons: For example, some of them were frankly labeled... "entertainment".

Sir Emerald: Entertainment?

Unknown Council Member 1: Quite. Like in my report; Twenty thousand for a... Candi?

Unknown Council Member 2: That's Candi with an 'i', by the way.

Sir Emerald: I see.

Sir Hugh Irons: Not to mention the priceless antique car... I believe the note on the claim was, "I thought I could paint it red, but I couldn't find enough goats, so I scrapped it".

Sir Emerald: So that's why we found my father's car covered in goat blood and rammed into a Dairy Queen.

Sir Shelby Penwood: Oh, yes, and then there's also the Dairy Queen. Sitting at about ninety-five thousand in damages. *rambling*

Sir Emerald: *thinking* I would do fucking anything right now to get out of this.

*cut scene to Tyrian and Watts walking towards gates of building*

Tyrian: And so halfway through kissin' me, the fuckin' escort OD's on heroin!

Watts: I really don't like discussing my ex-girlfriend with you.

Tyrian: I mean, I still finished, but what kind of shit is that?

Watts: For God's sakes, Tyrian, think of Salem!

Tyrian: ...I ain't jerkin' off right now.

Guard: Oi, You two! The grounds are currently closed.

Tyrian: Aw man, that totally sucks! And we came all the way out here with these foreign exchange students on a field trip through England!

Guard: Where from?

*countless machine gun barrels; MP5 Navy+Suppressor, to be exact, appear from the bus*

Tyrian: Texas! *Snaps fingers*

*Sub-Machine gun fire; guards killed*

Tyrian: Aw shit, looks like we need more prayer in schools.

Watts: If you're quite finished, ready the ghouls. I'm going to find Mercury. You overrun the rest of the mansion.

Tyrian: Alrighty! *ghouls begin filing off the bus* Attention all bitches! Off the bus and line up in order. *Readies dual custom P90s* I've got a class assignment for all of y'all!!

*cut scene back to the board meeting*

Unknown: And while the mime did survive, he'll never walk again.

*lights cut off*

Unknown 2: That's funny, we weren't cutting the power just yet.

Sir Emerald: Oh, shit...

*dials phone*

Sir Interga: Front desk report. What's going on?

Front Desk: Oh um yeah, hold on, just give me a second... whoa. Oh, yeah, it's ghouls. Definitely, definitely... *ghoul snarls* OH MY GOD!

*phone disconnects*

Sir Shelby Penwood: Sir Emerald, do something!

Sir Emerald: Calm down! We have over one hundred trained guards on the premises at all times. We have everything under control.

*explosion*

Unknown: What was that?

Sir Emerald: That was probably the escape chopper exploding. As I was saying, let me just contact communications and get an update.

*dials phone*

Sir Emerald: Communications, come in! We need a full report.

Man On Phone/Communications: *weeping*

Tyrian: Read the fucking paper.

Man On Phone: Hey there, Emerald,

Tyrian: Read it fucking RIGHT, cockhole!! *Clubs Communications just as he says Right!*

Man On Phone: Hey there... you... fat English trollop!

Tyrian: That's more like it, now keep goin'!

Man On Phone: Me.. and my big brother Watts... are killing... all of your men... and turning them into ghouls. So... I... hope... you've made peace... with yourself... 'cause when I find you... I'm gonna... oh god!

Tyrian: Keep reading, or I shoot the other testicle!!

Man On the Phone: Cause when I find you, I'm gonna sting every hole you've got! And then I'm gonna just keep making more holes to sting, until there's nothing left but your riddled corpse full of blood... and venom! Oh god, this is horrible!

Tyrian: You ain't finished yet!

Man On the Phone: So prepare your dried-up quim... for my huge vampire stinger. Now, pardon me, while I blow this bitch ass ginger's brains out -- OH GOD NO-!!!

*gunshot*

Tyrian: *laughing* His fucking face, man! Oh-ho ho ho fuck!! Oh, now that shit is priceless!

*hangs up phone*

Sir Emerald: Mercury, get up here now! I'm locked in with the committee on the third floor and...

Mercury: Listen, I'm going to have to stop you right there. You see, I'm under direct orders from my boss, who is a total bitch by the way *gives off an aroused grunt*, that I am not to leave this room until such time as the committee has left the building. I was even bribed. Imagine that...

Sir Emerald: Mercury, you vampiric asshole, I will --

Mercury: Sounds great, but I'm gonna have to go now, I've just queued up an episode of Adventure Time on Netflix. Bye~...

*Adventure Time sound clip, phone hanging up, Emerald snaps her cigar in utter anger*

Sir Emerald: Ozpin!

*cut scene to mansion; Watts slaughters four guards and picks up a phone call*

Watts: Hello, Tyrian.

Tyrian: So, how's my favorite big brother doing?

Watts: Oh, you know, just killed a group of guards...

Tyrian: Shit, bro, you too? What's your kill count at? Nah, don't tell me. *observes countless dead guards and the ghouls feasting upon them* I'm winnin'.

Watts: *Opens said passageway up* They were guarding a secret passageway downstairs. Not really keeping it a secret if you keep a bunch of armed guards standing around it.

Tyrian: Well, you have fun with that, bro. I'm gonna go skull-fuck that Hellsing bitch... And the old guys... Ah, fuck it. Skull-fuckin' for everyone!! Come here, ghoul!!

*ghoul moaning. Watts hangs up and smiles wryly*

Watts: Well, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family.

*cut back to board meeting*

Sir Emerald: Alright, Ozpin and his assistant should be here any second now..

Sir Shelby Penwood: But if there's no way to get upstairs, how are they going to -- aaaghh! aaghh!

*Ozpin and Police Girl fall from ceiling, accidentally knocking Shelby over.*

Ozpin: Tally ho!

Sir Emerald: Good to see you, Ozpin.

Ozpin: Of course, sir.

Sir Emerald: The first two floors have been entirely overrun. Communications with the outside have been cut off. We lost all of our men, and Mercury is being --

Ozpin: Mercury?

Sir Emerald: A total ass, yes. Now tell me, do you have any plans?

Ozpin: Of course, sir. I shall do exactly as the butler does, and tidy up.

*cut to mansion hall, Tyrian marching down it with his army of ghouls*

Tyrian: I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. Though if I give a shit, I might just give a fuck, but I don't give a shit, so I don't give a...

(Ghouls are suddenly slaughtered.)

Tyrian: ...fuck was that?

Ozpin: Hello, my name is Ozpin C. Dornez. Ex-Vampire hunter and butler to the Hellsing organization. I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash. And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.

Tyrian: Well ain't you just the textbook fuckin definition of classy, but guess what, Jeeves, that garrote wire won't do shit for dick against armor this thick. What's that, Alfred, how thick is it? Well, half as thick as my dick, so thick enough that you need a fucking anti-tank rifle to pierce it, and I don't even see a piece on your wrinkly old ass.

Ozpin: Police girl, if you may.

*Zoom cut to Police Girl with said anti-tank rifle at the other end of the hallway*

Ruby: BITCHES LOVE CANNONS! *Fires rifle and kills several ghouls*.

Tyrian: Oh fuck, that's an anti-tank rifle. OH FUCK, THAT'S AN ANTI-TANK RIFLE!!! *Gets shot*

*cuts to Mercury watching Adventure Time; Watts breaks through the wall, destroying the plasma TV*

Mercury: That was a seventy-inch... plasma screen TV. *inhales* So, how can I help you?

Watts: You must be the great Mercury.

Mercury: S'uuup?

Watts: I've heard quite a lot about you.

Mercury: Oh, really?

Watts: The night walker... who glides through oceans of blood. Beyond human, a monster whose power radiates with a darkness that casts a shadow on darkness itself --

Mercury: Oh, you dirty bitch, work the shaft!

Watts: Ex-cuse you..?

Mercury: Oh, I'm sorry, I like to dirty talk when someone's sucking my dick.

Watts: ...Perhaps I should just skip to my point. My name is Watts.

Mercury: And I'm Carmen Sandiego. Guess where I am!

Watts: I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you here...

Mercury: Oh, so am I, and I'm failing, and I'm sorry for that. It's just that I'm so agitated; because this blond little shit strolled into my room, destroyed my seventy-inch, plasma TV, and is trying to impress me like I'm his alcoholic father.

*Watts dashed towards Mercury, Watts’ modified M1 Garand and Mercury's Jackal Pistol pointed at each other's heads at the ready*

Mercury: Be a sport and grab daddy another beer, would you~?

*Watts fires at Mercury in the head*

*cut back to Tyrian, Ozpin, Police Girl, with the ghouls all defeated. Police Girl has Tyrian pinned to the ground in an arm bar hold.*

Ruby: Arm bars everywhere!

Tyrian: Let me go, you stupid bitch!

Ozpin: That's quite impressive, where did you learn that hold?

Ruby: Oh wow, it's almost like I'm a police girl or something!

Ozpin: Sarcasm is unbecoming of you.

Tyrian: Wow, gee willickers, mister, I sure am sorry for slaughterin' all your guards, and tearin' up your mansion. I promise I've learned my le- *Ozpin stomps on Tyrian's hand* Aw, fuck! Take a joke, asshole!

Ozpin: And everything you say just pisses me off! Now you're going to tell me everything I want to know.

Tyrian: Alright, alright... what you do, is you go down to the local pharmacy, ask for something called Viagra, and it will help you go fuck yourself!

*Ozpin loses his patience and prepares his wires, but then more ghouls appear and Tyrian breaks out of the submission hold*

Tyrian: And now, for the upcoming company picnic! *Presents an army of former Hellsing employees now turned into ghouls.* Unfortunately, all your douchebag co-workers are bringing is their own rotten flesh! Still better than potato salad, if you ask me. Now if'n you don't mind, *Jumps over the two of them* I'm-a go eat that Hellsing bitch!

Ozpin: I've got your arm! *Tears off Tyrian's right arm with his wire*

Tyrian: SO SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!!!

*Tyrian laughs maniacally as he busts opens the door, frowning as the Council members draw their guns*

Tyrian: Well, that's not fair at all.

Sir Emerald: I'm sorry, *Draws her Sig P226 as she quips* we don't give a fuck!

*Rapid gunfire tears Tyrian to shreds. Tyrian screams (and curses) in surprise and pain*

Tyrian: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... agh! Fuck! *Slumps against a wall* Where the fuck did my ghouls go??

Ozpin: Oh, they've been dealt with.

*Ruby, in a blood rage, slaughters ghouls; Dragula by Rob Zombie plays in the background*

Tyrian: Well, at least I'm gonna die with a raging boner...

Sir Emerald: All right, shit for brains, you're going to spill every single thing you know, or I'm going to have Ozpin here peel your dick like a banana!

Tyrian: *Laughing* I don't know what's fuckin' funnier; the fact that you think that your titless ass intimidates me, or that you think my boss would let me live if you did! *Is suddenly enveloped in blue fire, ala a Dr. Merlot; as he declares* AND NOW I'M ON FUCKING FIRE! SO NOW IT'S FREE GAME! The one who sent me... WAS... NAZIS!

*Tyrian burns to Ashes, leaving only his hand flipping the bird.*

Sir Emerald: I heard George Lucas. Who else heard George Lucas?

Ozpin: I heard Miami Heat.

Ruby: I heard the Motley Crue with my vampire hearing.

Sir Emerald: Wait a second... where's the big brother?

*Back at Mercury's room, Mercury is clearly outmatched by Watts(at least that's what he's making it look like).*

Watts: You can't touch me, I was hand-crafted to kill you. My speed, my stamina, my power all rival, nay, dwarf yours! In comparison to you, I am a demi-god!!

(A Brief silence, as our "hero" registers what was just said.)

Mercury: ...Really? Really.

Watts: Really.

Mercury: Really?

Watts: Really!

Mercury: *Excitedly* REALLY?!

Watts: Really!!

Mercury: Release Restraint, level one.

Watts: Level what? *As in the Cromwell seal restriction has been lifted to level one; Totally not Kaio-Ken, for obvious reasons.*

*Watts loses a leg, thanks to the "dwarfed" Mercury's Jackal, fired ala Baskerville the Big Black Dog. God of War theme plays.*

Watts: Aaagh, aagh, fuck!

Mercury: You know, they say that TV makes you violent, but I say that not having my TV is making me pretty fucking violent!!

*Mercury's shoots his Jackal Pistol at Luke's OTHER leg, blowing the said, right leg clean off.*

Watts: AAAAAOOOOUGH-!!! *thinking* I'm near the stairs! Gotta get to the stairs! If I could just get up the stairs, I... *Suddenly sees just how long said stairs really are, much to his dismay.* Aaaaaw, fuck...!

Mercury: Come on! You were talking all of that good shit a second ago, then I blew your fucking legs off!!

Watts: But, I... you... what the fuck?!

Mercury: What's wrong "demi-god"? Just grow back your legs! *As he SMASHES the leg in his hand* Summon up your demons! Hit me! FIGHT ME!!! ...Give me a hug~!

Watts: Really...? *Baskerville the AFOREMENTIONED Big Black Dog descends upon him as a certain soon-to-be bloody Valentine cries: * OH GOD NO-!!!

*Cut to conference room phone, as the committee members and Emerald listen to Watts being violently eaten alive. By the Big Black Dog. Emerald smiles wryly.*

Mercury (on speakerphone): We're here on Epic Meal Time!! I'm the sauce boss, and tonight, we're eating this blond little wannabe demi-god bitch!

Sir Shelby Penwood: Who... is that, exactly?

Sir Emerald: Oh, that's Mercury, the one we talked about earlier. This is what happens when he has to entertain himself. Oh, so what was that issue with our funding?

Sir Shelby Penwood: Issue?

Sir Hugh Irons: What issue?

Sir Shelby Penwood: I don't see an issue!

Sir Jacques Schnee: Shut up and take our money!!!

(Back at Emerald's room)

Mercury: Ah, and just like that, everything turned out alright in the end.

Sir Emerald: Yes, everything turned out just fine, except that ninety percent of our staff were killed, turned into ghouls, then killed again by the police girl in a blood rage.

Ruby: What's a blood rage, and why don't I remember anything?

Mercury: Oh, that reminds me, for whatever reason, did we ever find out who sent them? 

*Brief Pause once again.*

Mercury: It was the Nazis, wasn't it?

Sir Emerald: No!

Mercury: Bet you I'm right!

Sir Emerald: Bet you you're wrong!

Mercury: Bet you you're a skank~!

Sir Emerald: Bet you you're an asshole!

Mercury: BITCH, I EAT PEOPLE!

#rwby #mercury black #emerald sustrai #ruby rose #ozpin #tyrian callows #arthur watts #yatsuhashi daichi

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Subscribe - Part 9

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 2287

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

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AN: Flashbacks in italics  ________

Returning to work felt like a breath of fresh air. It was the start of a new work week, and you couldn’t be more excited. As you got to work figuring out topics for next week’s podcast episode, you couldn’t get the image of Peter and Mer together out of your head.

You were busy preparing lunch when there was a knock at the front door. “Mer could you get the door. My hands are a little tied up at the moment,” you called from the kitchen.

“Coming,” she shouted from upstairs in her bedroom. You knew who was at the door, but you wanted to see Meredith's reaction.

You wiped your hands on a towel as you walked into the doorway of the kitchen and entryway. She pulled open the door, and Peter was kneeling to her level. “Hey Twig, I heard you missed me,” Peter winked at the little girl. 

“Daddy,” she shouted, running into his arms. Peter lifted her off the ground, holding her tight. You grinned at them, and when Peter set her down, he nodded at you. “How long are you staying?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he smiled down at her. 

“Then you are joining us for lunch. Come on!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. “Mommy is making my favorite, spaghetti, and meatballs. You are going to love it.”

“Can’t wait to try it,” he grinned a playful smile at her as she continued to pull him along. Peter made eye contact with you and mouthed, “so much energy!”

“I know,” you mouthed back with a warm smile.

You couldn't help but smile at the memory. Peter and Meredith's exchanges were too cute to forget. There were times they would talk about a certain subject they both loved, and it could go on for hours. You didn't want to be the one to interrupt, so you sat back and listened to their rambles. Meredith’s smile seemed to shine a bit brighter, and Peter was to thank for that. There was also this twinkle in her eye, almost like she was planning something, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. It was important for Meredith to have her dad in her life, but you didn't realize maybe Peter needed his daughter in his life, too. 

When you got your head on straight and refocused on work. You opened up your email and the podcast Instagram seeing many unanswered messages. Most of them were from fans sending you get well soon messages. You loved your fans because they were so supportive of what you, Wanda, and Pepper were trying to create. You sent each of them a personal thank you and informed them when the next episode would be available. You owe everything to the fans because without them Everyday's a Monday wouldn’t have become as successful as it has. As the end of the day approached, you and Wanda snapped a quick picture together and posted it with the caption: ‘Reunited and it feels so good.'

The following day, everything was moving along smoothly, and the schedule you made with Peter couldn’t have worked better. When you went to pick up Mer from the studio the other day, you could tell she was having a great time with not only Peter but his friend Bucky, too. 

You walked into the studio for the first time and it was something else. It had posters of their latest bands becoming a success and a small newspaper clipping of Peter and Bucky buying the building. You chuckled to yourself as you walked up to the receptionist desk.

“Hello, I am Mantis, what can I do for you today?” She asked with a forced smile.

“I’m here to pick up Meredith.”

“Oh, you're Meredith’s mommy. She is so cute. She makes me want to die.” Mantis's smile widened no longer looking forced. “They’re in the recording studio to the right and straight back.”

“Thanks, Mantis. It was nice meeting you.” 

You walked to the back room hearing a female’s voice singing over the speakers. She sounded good, like really good. You stood towards the back of the room and listened. Bucky and Mer sat at the soundboard with Peter standing between them. No one was singing in the booth so you figured they were listening to a demo to see how they could improve it. They were having mumbled conversations with each other while adjusting marks on the board. They added in more bass, got rid of the unnecessary background noise, and added in backup vocals. Bucky leaned back in their chairs, seeming satisfied but you hated it.

“What do you think about the girl from Queens, Mer?” Bucky asked, glancing at her.  

“Um...” She thought it over listening to the song once more. “It doesn’t sound good.”

“You’re right, it sounds like shit.”

“Bucky, what the heck man? Sensitive ears in the room,” Peter replied, covering his hands over Mer’s ears. He shook his head at Bucky, making Mer laugh and take his hands off her ears.

“What do you think we should do Mer?”

“Leave it as it was,” Mer stated. "Get rid of all that mumbo jumbo stuff you added in."

“So, what you’re saying, is this young lady has the perfect voice and doesn’t need any help from us?” Bucky questioned, staring at the little girl. 

“Yes.”

“Wow.” Bucky nodded, tossing his pencil on the soundboard. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his seat. “You hurt my feelings a little bit, Mer.” 

“I’m sorry, but not everyone’s voice needs fixing. I mean there are some areas where she wasn’t perfect, but sometimes flaws help people stand out, Uncle Bucky.”

“Oooh, she just called you Uncle Bucky,” Peter commented, readjusting the soundboard.

“Dang kid, I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you,” he grinned at her. “And you’re right. She has a great voice, and her flaws will make her unique. What do you think we should do next?”

“Listen to her in person?” Meredith questioned, unsure of herself.

“Dang Quill, you have one smart daughter.”

“She gets it from her mother.”

“Yeah, she does,” you agreed, making yourself known as all three of them turn around. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Bucky asked, crossing his arms.

“Long enough to know you swore in front of my daughter,” you smirked, forcing Bucky’s smirk to shift into a tight line. “Who french braided your hair, Mer? It looks so good!”

“Daddy did,” she squeaked out, shooting you a toothy grin.

“Your dad was always good with his hands,” you blurted out, feeling heat rush to your face. Your eyes widened, watching Bucky shaking in his chair to keep his laugh hidden while Peter smirked at the floor, raising his eyebrows. You cleared your throat, “ready to go, Mer?” 

“Yes. Goodbye, Daddy.” She reached over to hug Peter. “Bye, Uncle Bucky,” she said, turning around and hugging him, too.

“See you guys tomorrow,” you waved, walking back to the entrance.

You sat at your desk researching some new product ideas, and information about different sippy cups. It was going to be the topic for the coming episode. There were tons of them, and you tried to remember the brand you used with Mer, but it was escaping your mind. 

“YN, we have a problem,” Pepper announced, rushing into your office with Wanda in tow.

“What’s the problem?”

“I'm not going to be able to go to New York this week.”

“What, why? What could be more important than expanding Potts of Honey? Everything's scheduled and ready to go. It’s a quick three-day trip.” Pepper nodded along as you continue to talk. “We have been planning this for weeks. The estate agents, developers, and toy companies are excited to meet with you.”

“I know, it’s just Morgan is getting her tonsils out, and Tony will be in Massachusetts giving a speech to the MIT students. Tony has had this planned for months, and he doesn’t want to back out on those kids. I want someone to be there with Morgan. I don’t want her going through all this by herself, and if I have to back out of this trip then so be it.”

“I understand more than anyone, but where do we go from here? These properties might get sold to the next highest bidder, and these places took us months to find.”

“I came to the same conclusion. How are we going to do this?” Pepper asked, pacing back and forth. “Well, I could…”

“No, no. You’re going to be there for Morgan,” you interrupted her, making her crack a smile. Pepper has always loved how you put family before the company, and it’s one of the reasons why she picked you for this job so many years ago. “How about this, me and Wanda go.”

“I can’t ask you to do that with everything you've been through these last couple weeks. Wanda's life is busy enough with the twins. I can’t make you two do this.”

“You’re not, I’m volunteering.”

“Me too,” Wanda agreed.

“Besides, this is our best chance at finally expanding this company into another facility. We found some of the best locations after months of research and now is the best time for this to happen. Plus, it would bring jobs into this new community and help out moms in need like we did here in Malibu. And we could snatch up more listeners with our podcasts.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

“I know of one dedicated listener in the New York City area, who has been with us since the beginning, and I know she would make the perfect guest for our next episode. She’s a stay at home mom with three kids, and her husband travels for his job. We could do the episode while we’re in New York.”

“I don’t know. It’s a three-day trip. I can’t ask you to leave Meredith and Wanda with her twins.”

“So what! It will be good for Vis to watch the kids by himself for a few days, and I am sure YN could find someone to watch Meredith.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“You sure about this?” Pepper asked as you both nodded. “YN, you know what I’m looking for with this new facility, and if you have any questions don’t hesitate to call.”

“I know, I’ve been with you since the beginning. You like what I like,” you said.

“This is true.” She nodded. “Okay, good, everything's good to go. I’ll owe you two big time for this.” She added before walking out of the room. 

“Yes, we get to go to New York,” Wanda cheered, making you roll your eyes. “I am going to call Vis, and you should call your man. I bet he would love to watch Meredith for you,” she smiled, leaving the room.

Wanda wasn’t wrong. You knew Gamora would be too busy, and it would be asking a lot with everything she did for you while you were in the hospital. Could ask Nebula, but she is still out of town, and you didn’t want to drag her back home for a three-day trip. This left Peter. 

You weren't sure if Peter was ready to experience how taking care of a little girl for three straight days can wear a person out.  This would be over a weekend, so he would have to keep her entertained. And you still had to get in touch with Laura to make sure she was okay with being on the podcast. You leave in two days, so here’s hoping you could get it all sorted out by then.

It was a little past two, and you were able to get ahold of Laura, and she was more than happy to do an episode on her farm. She was pretty excited about it, and you were ready to hear her story. Pepper convinced Tony to let us take his second private jet, which was convenient and exciting. Now all you had left to do was call Peter. You clicked on his name in your phone and listened to the line ring. You thought it would go to voicemail, but then he picked up.

“Hello, YN. Hello, are you there?” Peter answered with noise blaring in the background.

“Hey, Peter.”

“Can you hang on for a second? I need to get to a quieter room.” You hummed in response, and soon, the noise faded away. “So, what’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Never better. Listen, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Ask away.”

“This is short notice, but I have to go to New York for work on Thursday, and I won’t be back until Sunday. Any chance you would be available to watch Mer those days?” You didn’t hear anything on the other line, so you continued. “I’ll understand if you can’t because it's last minute. My boss, Pepper, her daughter needs to get surgery, and…”

“I’ll do it.” 

“Wait, you will,” you replied, shocking yourself with his words. 

“Of course. I'll have to move some things around, but it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, I know how important this job is to you.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

“You’re welcome. I think you deserve a little vacation time anyways even if it is for work.”

You smirked at his words. “I have to get back to work, but I'll let you know what is happening when I pick up Mer tonight.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then, YN.”

“Bye, Peter. Thank you again.” You hung up, unable to keep the smile off your face.

_______

AN: Their relationship seems to be going well so far, but will it last? Do you think Peter be able to survive three whole days with Meredith or do you think he will need some help? You all got to learn a bit more about Potts of Honey and what they do as a company. Let me tell yeah, it took forever to come up with that name..haha! Anyways, thanks for reading!

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