#um wait! go back! i think we should explore that a little maybe?

[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass Chapter 5

“Well, she has survived,” DamiBat said blandly. He had clearly already showered and changed into casual clothes. His robin colors were neatly laid on the usual table. He had been waiting for her. Cass shut the plane door and swooped down to give him a hug.

“You worried,” Cass cooed. She ignored his struggling to get out of her arms. “Very sweet.” 

Damian hissed and tried a nerve strike. She kissed the top of his head and let him escape. 

“Black Bat, report,” demanded the Batdad. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat in the silly way it got inside the cowl. Worried. Fear. Nothing can happen to my baby, not my baby. 

She pranced over to give him a hug as well. He needed to touch her and know that she was real. 

Only when she detached did she consider answering him. “No,” Cass said thoughtfully. “Shower.” 

Batdad unhappily let her go. Cass took the time to get her thoughts into order. 

She did have to say something. 

She changed into comfy clothes and made her way to her computer. Damian had gone upstairs in the interim, and there was no sign of RedJason or Dickiebird. She sat and turned on the screen. Then she turned a stern glare on her family. 

Batdad and Timmybird looked away sheepishly, as if they hadn't meant to stare. 

Cass wrote up a factual report. Arrival time, important parts of conversation with Marvel, the area they had explored and his magical commentary. Then she got to the creepy laboratory. In the corner of her eye, she saw Timmybird tense. 

Cass sighed and spun her chair to face him. 

His shoulders went up guiltily. He meekly reached out and tapped a key. The secret spying of her computer screen ended. “Bad,” she said, because someone had to teach him manners. “Don't look at my screen.”

Tim hunched over a little more. Sorry. Sorry. (Will do it again.) 

Cass let out a heavy sigh and finished her report. She paused over her word choice a few times. 

“You entered an unknown machine, it powered on, and you received an electric shock?” Bruceman Batdad summarized before she had sent him the report.

Cass threw her hands up in disgust. “Stop spying!” She told him. “Stop it!” 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey.” He was sorry. He'd do it again, too. 

Ugh. 

UGH.

“Yes,” black bat confirmed tersely. 

“No lingering symptoms from the shock?” Bruceman Batdad came closer. Hovered. Flap flap, worried bat. “We should do a full check.”

Cass hissed at him, fed up. 

“Master Bruce is correct,” said Alfie. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at her. Little Miss, listen now. Caution is the virtue.

She waited until he wasn't looking to roll her eyes. 

There was no sensible reason to escape. She sulked through the examination. 

“Heart rate is normal,” Alfie narrated for their audience. Cass narrowed her eyes. See? See what you've done? Wasted her time, is what you've done. 

“No pain?” Alfie poked and confirmed. Again and again. No, pain, no pain? Always no pain. “Well then,” he sounded very pleased. She blinked to full attention. “You must have done a very good job taking care of that rib, Miss Cassandra. I must admit I anticipated that there would still be soreness.” 

Cass was very still. Then she nodded. 

Uh. 

Um.

She thought about cartwheels. She thought about vaulting down a flight of stairs. 

Hm. 

…Probably her rib should not be totally healed. 

She weighed internally whether this was troubling to her. On the one hand, it seemed very odd. There was pain a few hours ago. Why no pain now? Pain usually left while she slept, not after flying a plane. Could healing be a side effect of magic girl transformation? Big, if true. Should probably tell her adults. 

On the other hand, no pain was objectively an improvement.

Cass decided to say nothing. Maybe Captain Marvel would have a theory. 

Speaking of. When she got back to her room, she sent him a text message. 

🪄 🧙🏻📞?

The answer came near instantly. 

Not yet! 😭 💔 She isn't answering me. Should I contact Constantine, you think?

Huh. Fast response, very good. Cass sent 

😬 

But 

🕵🏽‍♂️ 🤙🏽 🟰 👌🏽

Lol, wrote Captain Marvel. I know what u mean. 

Cass smacked her lips in the quiet of her room. He probably did. But he oughtn't. Old people had a hard time with her communication style. 

Idly, she lined up a theory. 

Captain Marvel had a magical girl transformation. Captain Marvel seemed too young for his body to her. 

Ergo:

He was baby. 

Cass, all of 17, wasn't that pressed about it. Bats and birds usually started flying and fighting as babies. Damian was still extremely baby. But. Hmm. 

Birds weren't in the Justice League. That was the difference: he had to hide it from Batdad, Superguy, and Wonder. 

Oh. Cass put a hand on her heart and frowned. In her dark room there was no one to see it aching in sympathy. 

Baby Captain was… was a little too baby, emotionally, for the Justice League. 

Well. It was decided, then. The next day at breakfast she announced, “Bruce. New rule.” 

Heads swiveled to look at her. 

“We are entitled to make rules for Father?” Damian asked Alfred, sotto voice. He looked intrigued. Alfie made a face that indicated his answer would depend on what rule Cass made.

Bruce lifted an eyebrow at her in prompt. 

“Stop bullying my Marvel,” she commanded. “He’s-” 

She hesitated and edited out the word “baby”.

“sensitive to hostility,” she settled on.

Bruce got a consternated look. “Sweetheart,” he began. 

“Yes,” Alfred said to Damian, voice extremely soft. “Upon occasion.”

“Play nice,” Cass said firmly. No arguments. She took a pointed bite out of her toast. No more need for words. Eat now.

Tim giggled. When Bruce looked at him he lifted his fork in front of his face, as if the slice of pancake was enough to hide that he was laughing at the pater familias.

“If he said that I'm bullying him,” Batdad started, sounding harassed, “then there must have been some misunderstanding. I've never intended-” 

“No misunderstanding,” Cass denied. She narrowed her eyes at him. “I see. I see his body get small when you use the stern Batdad bigman voice.” 

Bruce grumbled into his hand and turned his face away, defeated. Resentment. Insecurity. Do I really do that?

“Yes, Father,” chimed Damian, who loved to kick the defeated. “Surely this fool quakes at the barest hint of your displeasure. But should he not?” 

Alfred huffed a subtle little laugh at the manipulation. He squeezed Damian's shoulder.

Bruce, thinking that Damian approved of his coworkers fearing the Bat, looked even more constipated. Resignation. “I will be careful with my tone around him,” BatDad settled. Sullen. Embarrassed. Resigned.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Cass said cheerfully. She squeezed her eyes when she smiled at him, because she was also baby. He melted, vanilla ice cream in July.

Damian made a solemn nod of respect out of Bruce's line of sight. She winked back her thanks for the assistance. 

Marvel got back to her not long after. Cass took the call outside, so that Bats could not flap nearby without her noticing. 

“Black Bat!’ he said, excited. “I got Constantine!” 

She blinked at her phone. “...In a trap?” 

“What? No,” he dismissed. “I know where he's going to be this afternoon. Can you come meet me?” 

Cass looked back at the house. “...Yes,” she decided. She was off the patrol roster tonight anyway. “Where are we going?” 

“Uhh….” Marvel's voice trailed off for a bit as he clearly consulted his note or phone or something. “I'll send you the address.” 

#dp x dc #dc x dp #red halfa cass #billy batson #cassandra cain

[tollsoftheclockwerkbelle]

can we get a movie about tigeress alone and unpack all of that please

#kung fu panda #tigeress #ive been watching the movies again and like #is anybody else bothered about the fact that whenever there are emotional moments with Tigeress there is like. SO MUCH to unpack there #and they just go yup. and don't go back to touch that ever again #um wait! go back! i think we should explore that a little maybe? #like when Tigeress talks about punching the ironwood trees for training and feeling nothing now. but she says it in a way that.... idk. #and Po is like 'WOW THAT IS HARDCORE' and she's just 'Oh. Yeah... I guess so?' like.. babe. Do you need therapy? (the answer is yes btw) #Like. can we please talk about the fact that Po and Tigeress lived the SAME story but Po gets his happy endings and closures and payoffs #and Tigeress has to just... keep existing #until she gets written out of the narrative ig :/ #I love Po so much #<3 #but let's get some more love for Tigeress here too oh my god I am begging you please

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 19)

Tw: i guess implied huge age gap between reader and yves, bullying implied

Well its a little harder to transition to Monty time than i thought but bear wirh me we r gonna get there

Part 20

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. Groaning and frowning, you wonder who would be calling you at this time.

You picked it up.

"(Name), it's Yves." His smooth and melodious voice reached your ears, there was a twinge of worry in his tone. "It should be noon there. You weren't answering my messages, I assume you must be busy with your classes earlier. I simply want to check on you. Have you had your lunch yet?"

Its noon!? You cussed audibly. You told Yves that you're going to call him back and hung up.

You can't believe that you slept through half the day. Well, whatever. Your next class is at one. You can make it.

Your eyes skimmed through his texts. The first one was sent at 12am.

"I have arrived at my destination safely. It is now seven in the morning and I am not used to the drastic time difference yet. It was cold, and all the passengers wore heavy coats. You would have loved the weather here. I am already missing you dearly, looking forward to coming back and holding you in my arms."

The next one was sent at three in the morning.

"You would have loved the Continental breakfast my Hotel provides. It has all your favourites. Wishing you were here."

He attached a picture of his plate. It looked delicious and fancy. A wide variety of meats, pastries and vegetables decorated his dish. Most of which happens to be foods that you're rather fond of.

The next one was at 7am:

"I went out exploring the city. It's beautiful. You would have enjoyed your time here. Missing you."

He attached numerous photos he took while on his stroll. You swiped through the pictures with envy, maybe you should have skipped the first week. They're not teaching much after all.

Then the next one was timestamped at 8:30am

"Good morning, my dear (name). It should be half past eight for you. Your first lecture is at ten, take care and be there on time. Have a wonderful day ahead. Do not forget your sunscreen and your packed lunch; it is in the fridge."

He sent another text at 11:15am.

"Your class should have ended already. It went well, I assume? I would love to hear about it. Reply to this message as soon as you can, please. I miss you."

The latest text from him just arrived at 12:04pm

"You overslept."

Nothing more was added.

No time to cringe at yourself, you locked your phone and rushed to freshen yourself up.

__

You were surprised to see that Mr Jones is already waiting for you in his car. Once he spotted you, he hopped out and opened the door.

"Quickly, quickly! Sir Yves informed me that your next class is in half an hour!"

You stuffed yourself in the back seat while Mr Jones rushed to the driver's seat.

You buckled your seatbelt as he drives away.

"I was surprised that you didn't request to be chauffeured this morning, seeing that you and my daughter shared the same class. I thought she was picking you up!"

You grimaced and shamefully admitted that you overslept, thinking you're too good for an alarm.

You have gotten her number, but you forgot to text her. So she didn't have yours.

Oh no, she must have thought you ditched her. That is bad.

"She called me, all worried and sad about her new friend. Evangeline was so relieved when I told her you overslept and you're coming to your next class."

You muttered an apology. Wishing you could just disappear and not face her later.

"It happens to the best of us, besides, it's the first week! Nothing bad is going to happen to your grades." He consoled you. It's not about the grades, it's about your new friend.

"Do you have your lunch with you, Mx (name)? Sir Yves said to make sure you had a bite to eat at least."

You forgot to take it.

"Um. Well, what about sunscreen? Sir Yves greatly emphasizes on the importance of sun safety."

You forgot about that too.

"Oh. Ah, haha! It's alright. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't tell Sir Yves. He seems to care about you a lot and he might throw a fit if he knows you're not taking care of yourself."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

Mr Jones floored the gas pedal and managed to get you to the University in record time. You swung the door open and ran out of the car, struggling to untangle the straps of your backpack.

Then, you received a text from Yves. You're in the middle of running towards your class.

"You worry me, (name)."

You hastily send him a message ridden with egregious typos, telling him that you're now at the campus and heading to your next class.

"Keep your eyes ahead when you're walking. Or else you might hit something and hurt yourself."

You tried to type up a response, but what Yves predicted came through, your body slammed into someone soft and tender. Rest assured, this isn't Montgomery even though you were half expecting to bump into him at some point.

"(Name)!" A feminine voice exclaimed as a pair of gentle hands grabbed onto your arms, helping you keep your balance.

Its Evangeline. You told her you're late and you have no time to talk.

She lets you go and watch you bolt away.

Her arms fell limp to her sides. Sighing, she adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder. Evangeline will be eating lunch on her own again.

The blonde squinted as he saw someone in the distance running up to her.

"Hey!"

She stood still. She had to crane her neck upwards to look the stranger in the eye. Even that was proven a bit difficult as his messy hair conceals a great deal of his eyes.

"Yes?" She replied, feeling weary as he is towering over her. Evangeline knows that she stood no chance in a physical altercation with him. So threw a couple of glances at the surveillance cameras nearby.

"You're (name)'s friend, I saw you talkin' to them earlier." He panted lightly, resting his hand on his knee. "Damn it! I ain't fast enough..." He muttered.

"And you are...?" She maintained her cautious gaze on him.

"I'm their boyfriend. Listen, I need ya to do me a favor." He wiped sweat off his brow. She looked at him up and down, judging his appearance. The man certainly looks... mature. By no means unattractive, but she was surprised that you were interested in men that are covered in grime and dust. And paint.

"And that is?" She prompted.

"Here. It's their lunch. Hand it to them when you see them." He handed a plastic bag containing a Styrofoam container. It's warm to the touch.

"Well, that's very nice of you to do that for them, sir." She commented as she hooked her finger around it's handles.

"What type of man wouldn't feed their partner? Anyways, tell them to call me too. I guess they're busy or somethin', I haven't heard from them in a while and I was worryin' my ass off when I couldn't find them here! I was startin' to think they were skippin' class, but I know my sweetheart ain't the kind of person to do that." He rambled on, telling her how studious you are and how proud he is of you to be following your dreams.

Evangeline narrowed her baby blues at him, something doesn't feel right. She deduced that you're trying to avoid him because there were no classes being conducted prior to today.

"Alright. I will relay your message to them. May I know your name, sir?"

"Tell 'em Montgomery's missing them to death. That'll do the trick." She nodded and beamed at him.

"I hope you have a great day, Mr Montgomery." He gave her a nod.

"Likewise, ma'am." He took off running in the direction of his car, it seems like he's running late for something.

Evangeline is curious as to what your supposed boyfriend got you. She took a peek inside the box and saw grease filled takeaway. She scrunched her nose up in disgust, she remembers the aroma. It gave her food poisoning before.

You like these kinds of things? She really doubt it.

Nonetheless, she covered it back up and began walking away.

__

You ignored Yves other texts in favour of making the first contact with Evangeline. You saved her number and sent her a message introducing yourself.

"Hello (name)! I have something for you, where should we meet?"

You asked her where she is. You were glad that she's near your class, so you told her where you're waiting.

A few minutes later, you were greeted with a cheery girl in a beautiful pink sundress with a strawberry pattern. Her blond hair swished side to side as she walked up to you.

You apologized for sleeping in and ditching her. But Evangeline wouldn't hear it, telling you that it's fine.

"Your boyfriend came by to give you this!" She eyed you very carefully when she uttered the word 'boyfriend'. You seem confused, but then after your attention was given to the takeaway, your eyes widened in terror.

She knew it. That was either an ex or a creep.

You sat her down on a chair nearby and tried your best to explain the situation. Starting from the time you and Montgomery first met, until your hospitalization.

She sympathetically nodded. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, (name). Where is your actual boyfriend now? I'm sure he can scare Montgomery away."

You actually forgot what Montgomery's name was. When Evangeline brought it up, it was baffling until you remembered that he said his name was along the lines of that.

You told her that your boyfriend is away for a conference trip.

The gears started grinding in her head. "Your boyfriend... Sir Yves?"

You nodded. You felt a sense of pride with it.

Evangeline momentarily appears shocked and astonished. Even horrified.

You asked her what was he visceral reaction about.

She shook her head and apologized. "I don't mean to judge, but... how did you meet Sir Yves?"

You said you started talking to him in the library.

"Again, no judgement from my side. But... are you into older men?" You can definitely feel the judgement on her side. You said that men in their late twenties or early thirties aren't old.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I... am pretty sure Sir Yves is much older than thirty."

You asked her what makes her say that.

"We are of similar ages, (name). My dad was already working with him before I was even born. Sir Yves was already going on business trips then."

You smack your lips and gulp your spit. You try not to think too much about it.

You were interrupted by buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see that Yves is calling you.

Evangeline excused herself so you could have privacy calling your boyfriend.

You dreaded answering it, so you stared at the screen for a few more seconds. You ended up not having to, because the call dropped.

You instead opened your messages to a bunch of loving updates of his situation, another set somewhat desperately requesting a response from you and a most recent one. Which only said:

"(name)?"

To that , you sent Yves a message explaining that you're doing fine. You told him you even made a friend for once, hopeful that she will stick.

"That's nice, dear. Who is this friend of yours?"

You told him that it's Evangeline Jones, she is kind to you.

You didn't receive a response for a while. Quite uncharacteristic of Yves, you thought maybe he's busy. So your finger went to the "off" button.

But then it buzzed again, receiving a new message from Yves.

"The alleged homewrecker?"

Your jaw dropped. What? Why would he call her that? You texted him back asking what prompted him to call your only friend such a demeaning title. Plus, that is the daughter of one of Yves's most loyal employees!

"Students can be quite loud with their gossiping in the library. I heard of a woman who slept with a married man. There were also stories of someone cheating in their relationship. The name that regularly comes up is Evangeline Jones."

You asked if he believed it.

"These were baseless accusations of a woman I have never met. Hence, it never mattered to me."

You don't know how to feel about this. Evangeline is kind and sweet. Perhaps Yves just hasn't met her yet. You're feeling upset that she was treated unfairly by her friends whereas Yves seemed apathetic.

"Have you had anything to eat for today?"

You said you were about to. You told him you have to go now and you will talk to him later.

You received no response for a while. But eventually you did.

"I miss you."

You sent him a half-hearted "I miss you too". After that, you switched off your phone and sought after Evangeline.

Both of you agreed to eat at a nearby shared space and talk to each other more.

Meanwhile, Yves accessed his folders remotely using his laptop. Your last text is open on his phone, facing up to the ceiling. There was a drafted response Yves made, attempting to continue the text conversation but you were already offline before he could send it. Jealousy bubbling from his chest, his intuition was telling him this girl will spell trouble for him. It isn't everyday his gut feelings become reactive.

Yves has time. His conference isn't in a few days and the network coverage in his Hotel is excellent. He is itching to figure out why his instincts are considering her a bigger threat than Montgomery.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 5 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I give you this for being so patient with me when it comes to all the links <;3.

Warnings: Dom Steddie and sub reader and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) Degrading, spanking with a belt, overstimulation. Eddie briefly talks about his family and his mom leaving. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3453

The boys left a little while after you called your parents to go get your car and grab some much needed essentials. It felt odd being in someone else’s room by yourself especially Eddie’s so you couldn’t help taking a deeper look around. 

You grinned at some photos you found by his bed with him and some of the other kids at school wearing the Hellfire t-shirt you saw on him a couple of times. Another had three of the same boys from Hellfire including Eddie holding instruments in their hands. “Corroded Coffin-1983” was scrawled across the bottom. The next photo made you pause as you really took a look at the people within the frame. 

It was a bright sunny day in the background but everyone in the image looked uncomfortable. “Munson Family Gathering- Mom, Dad, Me, and Uncle Wayne- 1975”. Eddie’s mother was stiff as his father wrapped his arm behind her back to bring her closer. The boy himself glared forward with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned closer to Wayne than his parents. He appeared angry but his eyes seemed so sad; it broke your heart. His uncle seemed much softer than the other Munson’s in the photo, displaying a soft smile with his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. 

You haphazardly placed the photos back down as you continued to look around. There were notebooks everywhere, some had notes for school and others had lyrics scribbled through them. Browsing through his cassette tapes, you smiled at his collection. Placing his headphones over your head, you pressed play on his stereo and “Shame on the Night” by Dio blared through. Your smile grew as your fingers reached up to gently run over his guitar that hung on his mirror. 

“Fuck me!” You jump when you notice Eddie’s reflection. “You scared me.”

“I can imagine. Naughty girl, going through my stuff.” He places the bags he had in his hands on his bed as he saunters towards you. 

“I was listening to your music.”

He gently removed the headphones from around your neck and pulled out their cord allowing the music to play through his room. “You like Dio?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen them in concert though…or anyone really. I’d like to.” 

Eddie nods as he takes your hand and guides you towards the mattress, reaching into the plastic bag, and handing you a Styrofoam plate full of food. 

“I guessed. I’m not sure what you like.”

You beam at him when you open the container to find Chinese food from a restaurant you enjoy in town. “Oh, I love this! Thank you. Should, um, should we wait for Steve?”

“You can but I’m starving. Pretty boy takes forever to complete any task.” As you both begin to eat, he notices your eyes fleeting to him every now and then before looking back down at your lap. “Got something on your mind, sweetheart? Maybe something you found while exploring.”

Placing your meal to the side, you rise to your feet, grabbing the picture of his family and placing it in front of him on the bed. His jaw tightens as he looks at the image before glancing at you. 

“Yeah…that’s my family.”

“May I ask, where they are?”

“Well, I am right here.”, he chuckles sarcastically. “And this is Wayne’s trailer but he’s at work. He works overnights.”

“So, you’re alone a lot to? Like Steve…” Eddie cracks open the can of beer by his side, chugging half of it before placing it back down on the ground. “Where…where’s your mom?”

“Good question. When you find that out maybe you can let me know, hm?” You could feel the agitation radiating off his frame. A sudden knock on the door startled you but not him. “God damn it, Steve, IT’S OPEN!”

“Geez, why are you fucking grumpy all of the sudden?”, Steve whined as he strode in and climbed into the bed. “Is one of these for me?”

“Uh, no Harrington. I got Y/N and I a meal individually and then just got one more for kicks.”

The man’s eyes scanned over his friend with concern. “Did I miss something?”

Eddie exhaled frustratingly as he picked at his plate.

“I’m sorry…”

“You’re always fucking sorry. If you’re so sorry than stop pushing and stop fucking up.”

“Fucking up?”, you growled. “How did I fuck up?!”

Both their eyes met yours with anger but you were more than prepared. With everything that happened with Carol and Tommy and just being confused about this whole situation between the three of you in general, you were ready to fight. 

“Are we still in ‘Vanilla’ or does little girl feel ready to play again?”, Eddie asked with an edge to his tone that had you swallow nervously.

“I’m ready. I haven’t done anything wrong to either of you.”

“You threw a basketball at our heads during your practice.”, Steve chimes in as he starts counting on his fingers. “You insulted me, invited yourself to my house, and then went through my dad’s office.”

“Ah, so nosey isn’t new for you. She just poked around my room while we were gone.”

“Not to mention that you fucking give us attitude all the time and talk back constantly. Makes me miss the meek version of you.”

“Oh, so what do you both want? Just a quiet little mouse who doesn’t challenge you at all?!” You voice raised as you got more irritated. 

“We want you to submit and I was under the impression that’s what you wanted to. Submissive girls aren’t fucking brats.” Eddie chugged back the last of his beer before throwing the can across the room. 

“Well, that sounds boring.”, you pout as you fold your arms over your chest. 

The metalhead cackles as he glances at Steve who smiles at him as he shrugs. “Harrington, would you mind clearing the bed for me?” The man nods, rising to accomplish his friends request while Eddie reaches for something in the corner of his room. 

“Ever use these, sweetheart?” When he flashes you a pair of metal handcuffs, you shake your head no. “WORDS!”, he chuckles as you jump. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“N-no. I haven’t.”

Eddie sighed turning towards Steve. “I thought you said she was starting to answer properly.”

“She was, at least with me.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m too boring.” This time you sighed, rolling your eyes. Ringed fingers abruptly gripped your cheeks, turning you to look at him. “Roll your eyes like that again and I’m going to spank you with my belt. I don’t care what kind of fucking day you’ve had. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Eddie. I understand.”

He pushes your head back as he releases his hold on you. “Now, have you ever used these?”

“No, Eddie. I’ve never used handcuffs.”

“Hm. That’s shame. Let’s see if these fit around your wrists here. Hold yours out for me.”

You do as he asks, wincing when he tries to click one of them closed. “Ow. It’s too tight.”

Your eyes scan his face as a glimmer of concern flashes through his features as he removes them before tossing them on the floor close to where they had been hanging. His thumbs rub against the imprinted skin and in an equally tender action you lean your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Baby, out of all the things you should be apologizing for, your body isn’t one of them. I’ll just have to find some bigger, more comfortable ones. Steven! Will you be my handcuffs for the time being?”

“My pleasure.”

“Stand, please.” You rise to your feet and Eddie hastily removes the rest of your clothes till you’re naked before him. His fingers trace along some light bruising on the inside of your thigh; looking up at you quizzically. 

“Steve.”, you smile as you point to another set of marks near your waist. “You. You both hold me tightly when you fuck me. Even if I’m not…struggling. It’s okay though… I don’t mind.”

“So fucking fascinating. I swear.”, Steve mused as he climbed onto the mattress behind you. 

Eddie gestured with his chin for you to lay down as well and as soon as you complied, the other boy reached for your wrists, holding them both above your head with his hand. The metalhead removed his shirt and placed himself on the bed between your legs. 

A tiny moan left your lips as he ran his tongue through your folds, holding you open with his fingers. “Such a beautiful pussy, Y/N.”

As his lips wrapped around your clit, you tried to bring your hands down to play his hair but Steve’s grip on you tightened. “Please…”, you beg. “I…I want to touch him.”

His only response was to shake his head as his eyes intently watched your face. You whined; your head falling back against the pillow as you squirmed under both their holds. Eddie’s tongue flicked rapidly against your nub, his face pressing deeper into you as if he was a man on a mission.

Your back lifted off the bed as you tumbled over the edge. When his head didn’t move, you didn’t think anything of it. Eddie had done this before; licking you continuously until you came again. The panic didn’t set in until after your third orgasm on his tongue as he remained between your legs. 

“Oh, he can stay down there for hours…”

“E-E-Eddie…please…”, you stuttered. The man replaced his tongue with two of his fingers as he thrust them inside of your dripping sex. 

“Yeah, princess? Please, what?” You couldn’t respond, feeling yourself hurtling quickly towards another climax. “I mean, from what I’m hearing it sounds like you’re enjoying yourself. Which is good! Definitely don’t want to be boring.”

Your eyes met his mischievous ones as your legs shook and you came again. 

“Do you want a turn, Harrington? Probably a good idea to switch it up so none of us get to bored.”

Your eyes rolled as you growled in frustration. Eddie was on you so fast that you squeaked in surprise when his fingers wrapped around your throat and he lowered his face till his nose was touching yours. 

“What did I say? What did I say would happen if you rolled your eyes like that again?!” He glanced at Steve. “Do you want to punish her?”

“I don’t mind. Can I borrow your belt?” You watch him lean back on his knees above you, unbuckle his belt, and slide it off in one go around his forearm. Eddie grins cheekily down at you as a pleasure filled sigh escaped you at the sight. 

In one fluid motion he flipped you onto your belly and grabbed your wrists to hold them once again above your head. Silence filled the room as you waited. They had been rough with you and spanked you in the past but this was new. Nerves filled your stomach as you anticipated the pain that may follow. 

When the first smack of leather hit your skin, you cried out; the abrupt sting taking your breath away. Eddie’s giggle hit your ears. 

“You doing okay, Steve? You look like you’re about to cum in your pants. Well, my pants.”

“F-fuck, Munson. Her body is like my fucking kryptonite.” They watch you as the belt comes down on your ass again. “Just so fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah…to bad her mouth and attitude are trash.” His head turns at the sound of your tiny sniffles. “Aw, am I hurting your feelings?”, Eddie asked mockingly. 

“I-I-I’m not trash.”

“Did I say that?” You flinched as Steve hit you again. “No. I said your attitude and mouth are garbage. Talking back, rolling your eyes, going through our things. Why? Why are you acting like that?”

“I want…to…know more.”

*SMACK*

“I d-d-don’t know…you.” Eddie’s eyes meet yours as the belt comes down one final time and a mix of a scream and a moan emits from your throat. The belt clanks to the floor as the bed dips behind and you feel Steve’s lips trace along the red marks on your ass. 

You murmur something into the pillow that the metalhead can’t make out. His fingers push your hair out of your face as the other boy climbs up the length of your body, laying his chest against your back. 

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. I need to be able to hear you clearly.”

“I said…why…why me?”

Steve reaches between your bodies, opening your legs slightly before sliding his throbbing cock into your entrance. The mixture of the pain on your behind, the many orgasms Eddie gave you, and the man’s sheer size had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in a way they allowed. 

“Yes, fuck, baby. Such a good girl.”

“Why you what?”, Eddie asked.

“Steve, you’re so…deep. Mmm-fuck.”

“Answer me, Y/N.”

“Why…did…did you choose…me?” 

Steve nibbled and sucked on the side of your shoulder that Carol hadn’t hurt as he thrust into you harder. “Why wouldn’t we? You—mmm— I don’t…I can’t explain it. Ed?”

Your eyes found his and were surprised by the darkness within them. “I thought you wanted to be used, Y/N? You said you had never been fucked properly, we gave you that. We give you what you fucking ask for.”

Your vision is blinded by white as you cum hard, shaking underneath their hold on you. Steve grunts as your pussy clings to him, chasing his own high until you feel him warm your insides. 

He groans as he rolls off you and Eddie reaches over to bring you closer to him, flipping you onto your back. 

“Eddie?”, you whine as you turn on to your side to face him. A little whine of his own dripped from his lips when your forehead fell on his as your hand rested on his hips and slid slowly over his skin. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have gone through your things or Steve’s. You said I fascinated you both. I feel the same.”

Your lips capture his as you lift your leg over his waist. The boy doesn’t miss a beat, his palm gliding to the back of your thigh to raise it higher as he scoots closer to you. 

“I know I’m yours. I just want to know more about the people I belong to.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as his cock entered your sex. His thrusts were slow at first, dragging his length along your tight walls as your pussy stretched around him. 

“Princess, this is why we pursued you. You’re so fucking sweet but—fuck—have this other side that’s feisty. I knew it the first time I saw you; Steve and I both. We knew—mmm—we had to have you.”

You whimpered at his words as he pumped into you faster, hitting every sensitive spot inside you. 

“And now we do, baby. You and your pussy belong to us. Say it, Y/N.”

“I belong to you.”, you responded in strained words. 

His palm came down on your ass, reigniting the stinging pain as you groaned. “You’re not listening, stupid girl. Say it correctly!”

“Fuck, Eddie! Me and my pussy belong—mmm—belong to you.”

“Me and who?”

“You and Steve.”

“That’s right.” Eddie’s palm floated to the back of your head, his other pressing into your lower back as he held you tightly to him, pounding into you roughly. “That’s right, Y/N. Good girl. This tight cunt is ours and only we can make you feel this fucking good. Fuck, baby. Cum for me.”

Tears streaked your cheeks as you screamed into his shoulder, tumbling over the ledge. With a few more sloppy hard thrusts, he followed after you, aggressively pumping his spend deeper into you. 

His breath warmed your shoulder as he panted into your skin, hands still clinging tightly to you. 

“Harrington, my shower…at most only fits two. Since I used yours last…last time…”

Steve nodded as his fingers reached for you, prying you from Eddie’s hold. With heavy eyes, you watched as he got the shower ready and held out his hand to guide you in. The metalhead was right, his shower was relatively small and felt even tinier as the curves of your body took up a good amount of space. The man in front of you saw the trepidation as your guilty eyes looked around wondering if he had enough room for himself. 

“Honey, stop thinking.” Steve placed his palms on either side of your head, tilting it towards his lips. “You’re fine. I’m fine. To be fair, I don’t know how Eddie fucking fits in here let alone his uncle. Have you seen Wayne?”

You smile, shaking your head as his eyes widen and he stretches out his arms. “He’s a tall guy. Probably has to sit to get his entire body.”

He grins as you laugh, reaching behind you to grab the soap and begins the task before him. You wince slightly when his hand grazes the fresh welts forming on your behind and on impulse your arms shoot out to wrap around his waist like a child needing comfort after they fall. 

“It’s okay, baby. You’re ok.”, he soothed. “Did, um… was that okay? I know you went through a lot today so…I tried not to hit you too hard. If you didn’t like it, I can tell Eddie.”

“I liked it. Is that weird?”

“No, pretty girl. It’s not weird. Kinky but…” Your body shakes against him as you laugh and he smiles as he leans down to kiss your lips. 

After cleaning you and drying you off, he guides you back to the bedroom where Eddie had laid out the first aid supplies Steve had bought after getting your car. You flinched as he began utilizing the antiseptic on your shoulder. 

“Hey, your food got a little cold so I heated it up.” The metalhead places your plate on the bedside table with a fresh glass of water before coming to sit beside you as Steve opens the bandages and begins covering the wound. 

Eddie glances at the floor, bending down to grab the picture of his family. He flashed you a slanted smile as he held it up for emphasis. 

“My mom left a little while after this photo was taken. My dad scoured the entire town looking for her but nothing came up. A week after, my uncle got a letter from her saying she needed to get out of the house and away from my father. Said that she would send word when she was ready to come get me.” You tenderly reach out to move his hair out of the way so you can see his face. “I guess she’s still not ready.”

“Eddie, baby, I’m so sorry.” He shrugs before you are suddenly blind sided by darkness. “Ah! What the hell?”

You grin as you feel fingers tug at the fabric over your head, pulling the shirt Steve threw on you further down your frame. “Up, please.” His eyes focus on your legs as he holds out a pair of boxers for you to step into. 

“I thought you preferred me naked?”

Eddie smiles as he leans over you to grab your plate before handing it to you. “We do but not right now. You need to be comfortable while you finish eating. Plus… you’re kinda sexy like this to.”

“Just kinda?”, you ask him sarcastically.

His smile grows as he leans over to capture your lips with his own before playfully pushing at your face with his hand. 

“Now, I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight. I don’t have Carrie but I do have…” He bends down looking over his collection before pulling out a VHS of Evil Dead.

“I don’t know what that is.” Steve sits in bed beside you slurping at the contents in front of him. 

The metalhead head raises his eyebrows inquisitively in your direction. “I know what it is. I’ve just never seen it. I heard it was really gross.”

“Yeah, it is.” He chuckles with giddy excitement you’ve rarely gotten to see from him as he pops the film into the VCR and places himself on the floor in front of you where one of your legs was dangling off the side. 

Eddie’s arm wraps around your calf, lifting it so it’s more over his shoulder as his fingers caress your skin. 

“Munson, do we have to watch something gross while we eat?”, Steve whines.

“Yes, Harrington. We do.”

Your laugh brightens the room as Eddie reaches for his remote and presses play. 

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[withacapitalp]

Quiet

For the STWG Daily Prompt today! This one is a little roundabout, but I just wanted to write some of the boys being goofy little besties!!!

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“Class, this is Dustin Henderson. He just moved here all the way from Arizona, isn’t that interesting?” Mrs. Wren said, gently nudging the boy further to the front of the room and giving him a soft smile, “Dustin, why don’t you tell us about yourself a little?” 

Dustin looked like he would rather eat raw goat brains, and Mike couldn’t blame him. If Dustin was a kid who looked like Jimmy or Troy, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but Dustin was a chubby short kid with a shock of wild curly hair and two missing front teeth. His shirt was black with a picture of a microscope with the words ‘Enjoy the little things’ underneath it, and he was wearing a wide brim hat with Einstein's theory of relativity stamped on it. 

The new kid was a total nerd, and Mike’s heart went out to him. 

“I moved here from Flagstaff. Um that’s a city in Arizona-” Dustin started to mumble, his eyes firmly on his shoes. 

“Wow. We thought it was in Canada,” Troy interrupted with a mean little laugh. 

A twitter went around the class, which was completely stupid in Mike’s opinion. It wasn’t even a funny joke, just something mean to say, and it made Dustin cringed back like he had been physically hit, his shoulder curling inward as he reached up to tug at the brim of his cap. 

“Shut up, Troy,” Mike said without really thinking. He kind of wished he could take it back when Troy’s entire desk clump turned to him with murder in their eyes, but the tiny grateful look Dustin shot up at him made it worth it. Sort of. 

“Boys,” Mrs. Wren droned, calling them both out even though Mike hadn’t done anything but defend Dustin when she should have. She sighed and shook her head, turning back to their newest student, keeping him on the pyre when she could have just let him go free. 

“What was your favorite part of Flagstaff, Dustin?”

“I really liked going hiking with my dad,” Dustin answered, slightly perking up, “There’s this mountain called Humphrey’s Peak by us, it’s the biggest mountain in Arizona and it’s the start of the San Francisco peaks! There’s these lizards there called Gila Monsters, they’re the only venomous lizards in North America, and-” 

Mike was leaning forward, drawn in by curiosity about the strange creatures, but oddly enough Dustin cut himself off with a sudden jolt, going back to his curled up turtle position from before. Their teacher waited for a second more before sighing again and adjusting the papers on her desk. 

“Well, we don’t have much in the way of lizards here in Hawkins, but hopefully your classmates will help you to explore some of the local wildlife. We’re going to have some silent reading time now students, so take out your books. Dustin do you need me to help you pick one?” She asked, finally cutting him loose. 

“No I’m okay,” Dustin said as he scurried to his seat, immediately opening his backpack and digging in it, conveniently not looking up at any of the boys near him. He pulled out a huge book, burying his face in it effectively cutting off any attempt to catch his eye. 

Maybe he just needed another push. Mike was still pretty curious about those monsters. 

“I’m Mike,” He offered. 

“My name is Lucas,” Lucas added, catching what Mike was thinking immediately and following through like always. 

“I’m Will, it’s nice to meet you,” Will rounded off, holding out his hand for Dustin to shake. 

“Hi,” Dustin said shortly, still nestled tightly into his book. 

Mike’s brow furrowed, and he looked away from Dustin to his friends, seeing if they had a plan. Lucas shrugged, and Will turned his face down to where he was secretly doodling under the book their teacher had assigned him. They were both just giving in that easily, which was just not acceptable. 

Not when the prospect of information on a giant lizard was at their fingertips. 

“What are you reading?” Mike tried again, still not willing to admit defeat. 

“Oh this is Blackmoor. It’s a rule book,” Dustin explained, holding the book so they could see the front cover picture of a huge castle on a tall rock and a smaller picture of a wizard. Will was instantly intrigued by the wizard, leaning into Dustin’s space to point at the title above the castle. 

“What’s Dungeons and Dragons?”

It was like a switch flipped. Dustin’s eyes lit up and he put the book flat on the desk so they could see inside, giving them all an eager little grin as he scooted his chair closer to the desks. 

“It’s this super cool thing where you make up characters and adventures and use dice to decide what happens. My character is a bard who has a flute that can put people to sleep and this badass dagger!” Dustin exclaimed, pulling out a notebook so they could see a rudimentary drawing of a man holding a knife and a flute. Mike was sure Will could’ve done a much better version, but it was still pretty awesome. But Dustin wasn’t done, pulling out a tiny figurine and putting it in the middle of their desks. 

“The game has got all these monsters like a mimic that pretends to be a treasure chest and this one is called the demogorgon-”

And then it was just over. Dustin jolted back, snatching his hand back like it had been caught in a cookie jar and pulling his hat practically over his eyes.  

“I mean, it’s just a game,” Dustin murmured, playing with his fingers and tucking his chin to his chest. 

Damn! Again! Now Mike was getting pissed. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” Mike asked, frustrated that twice he had missed out on something fun. 

“What?” Dustin replied, looking confused. 

“Start talking about something cool and then cut yourself off right in the middle,” Lucas explained, already aware of what was annoying Mike. That was why they were best friends- Lucas just always seemed to know what was bugging him, “It’s weird.” 

Weird was apparently the wrong word to use. All of the joy in the air instantly vanished, and Dustin’s shoulders were at his ears. Mike shot Lucas a tiny glare, the two of them having a silent argument as Dustin gathered up the courage to explain. 

“Oh, um…My dad told me that I should try to be quieter if I wanted to make friends,” Dustin whispered, his cheeks beet red as he stammered out the words, “He um- he said it’s uh rude, you know? To not to let other people talk once in a while?” 

Ouch. 

Mike’s chest instantly seized up, and he looked down at his own desk, his copy of Tuck Everlasting staring back up at him. A quick sneak peek up at Lucas and Will revealed that they were doing the same, Will’s lip caught firmly between his teeth and Lucas’s mouth in a thin straight line. 

It wasn’t exactly the same, but all three of them knew what it was like to be told to be quiet. They knew how hard it could be to have everything you love ridiculed or talked down to. Usually it was Troy or Jimmy or some of the other boys in their class doing it though, not their own parents.  

“Tell us about the demogorgon,” Mike declared, speaking for all three. Judging by the looks he was being given not only by Lucas and Will, but also by Dustin, he had said the exact right thing. 

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[zoeykallus]

Hey. I absolutely love your stuff. I keep rereading it all. It's wonderful.

I have this idea and it won't go away. So, reader is just casually conversing with their respective batcher. Or just lovingly admiring them from a distance. Anyway, they just randomly say, "you know, I don't like your name. I think you should change it." And when they ask what, reader says "mine", and then just walks away.

I can see Tech or Echo going from hurt to flustered, or Cross from annoyed to smug.

This can be before or after they get together, and bonus points if it leads to some extra fluff or even smut.

Either all batchers, or one of the three above. Also, female or gender neutral please. I wanna know your take on this idea.

You're doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work! Thank you!

Aloha!

I think I know where this is supposed to be going, I just don't know if this can work with a person that has no last name/surname. But let me see if I can make it work. Would you mind if I pick a One-shot with Tech?

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Don't Like Your Name

Fluffy/Flustered Tech

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For a while now you've been watching the guys from Bad Batch, occasionally you've worked with them. One of them in particular has taken your fancy, Tech, the pilot. He is different from the rest, calmer, more intelligent, more introverted.

He has quite an extraordinary mind, and yet he is incredibly oblivious when it comes to flirting. But maybe, you think, he just isn't interested and therefore doesn't respond to the flirting attempts.

It's time to find out.

You see him standing in the hangar working on the Marauder's outer hull. For a while you watch him thoughtfully from a distance, finally you walk up to him and speak to him.

"Hi Tech!"

He looks up from his work in surprise and nods at you.

"Hi. What brings you down here? Does Cid have another job for you that requires collaboration?"

You shake your head and say, "No, I was just passing by, saw you working and thought I'd say hello."

He blinks.

"Nice gesture."

Tech is about to turn back to his work when you tell him, "Somehow I don't like your name."

He pauses for a second, but then continues working and replies without looking at you, "My name suits me, I'm happy with it."

"Doesn't sound like much, though. Just 'Tech'"

He frowns, you can tell he's annoyed, but he remains calm nonetheless.

"What kind of name would be more appropriate, in your opinion?"

"Mine."

Tech turns to you and looks at you critically, "Your name wouldn't suit me."

"Why not?"

"It's a woman's name"

You smirk at him and say as you get ready to move on, "I meant my last name, Tech"

The reaction you get is once again different than you hoped or expected.

His brow is furrowed questioningly as well as critically.

"Clones don't have last names, I can't change my last name because I don't have one."

You stop, sigh, and turn back to him.

"Well, you are a clever fellow my dear, think hard, in what way could you possibly get my last name?"

Tech shakes his head, "Not at all, unless…. Oh."

He blinks several times, as if he needs to reboot his brain. You see his cheeks blush slightly, and a smile appears on your face, he had finally understood. You think.

"You're proposing to me?"

"Exac- wait what…?"

Now it's you who blinks.

Tech says, "Interesting. Even though I'm curious, and a certain attraction factor is very much present, I have too little knowledge of your person to respond appropriately to this proposal. However, I do have a suggestion, a temporary compromise, so to speak."

"Um, oh yeah?"

"Yes. Would you perhaps be interested in going through a get-to-know-you phase before we explore this topic in more detail?"

You feel yourself getting warm and not at all as confident as before.

"You mean dating?", you ask softly.

Tech nods, "That's the general term for it if I'm not mistaken, yes. Are you free tonight?"

Your heart beats up in your throat all at once.

"I-uhm, yes"

Tech smiles, a very beautiful and rare sight.

"Fine. Meet me back here at eight? I'd love to take you out"

"Okay, I'll be here at eight," you say quietly, still not quite able to believe yourself what just happened.

As you walk away again, you feel like you're walking on clouds. Your heart races, your stomach tingles. Tech has taken your cheeky flirting attempt out of your hands and asked you out. You're not sure if that was really a misunderstanding or if he had played you, but either way, you're very happy right now.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[queenofbaws]

Hacketteers but what if we threw them into dragon riding school? 👀

catch me catching up on some not-quite-six sentence sat(or)sunday!

The day had been overcast from the start, heavy grey clouds obscuring the sun, but as the creature's great wings beat at the air, even nature itself took notice. Thin shafts of light, almost angelic in their radiance, shot down from between the rifts torn in the gathering storm. The world seemed to shake - or maybe just shiver - as it landed on the rocky shore, a mountain made of oil slicks, its scales shining sometimes black, sometimes green, sometimes colors none of them had names for.

Slowly, tentatively, the first of the students held his hand out, feeling an instantaneous bond as the dragon's molten eyes met his. It was in that moment, as though through telepathy, he knew its name:

"Brandomere Asskickeous VII."

***

"Jacob, you said you were going to take this seriously."

Immediately on the defensive, his hands shot up. He cast quick, friendly glances around the picnic table, meeting the other counselors' exasperated eyes with a grin with maybe just a touch too much mischief to come across as earnest. "I am! I am taking this seriously! Look man, you said we got to make our own characters, right? And I wanted to make sure my dragon was the one with the coolest, strongest name - everyone knows that's how this make-it-up crap works."

"Your idea of the coolest, strongest name for a dragon was Brandon Asskickeous?" Dylan set his chin on his hand, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jacob from across the table. "You should be studied, man. In a lab. Like, with a microscope or something."

"First of all," he cut back in, pointing with his pointer finger like some kind of pointy poindexter before someone laughed a little too loud and he decided a different finger was in order. "It was Brandomere Asskickeous the seventh, he's part of a long line of incredibly strong, incredibly powerful dragon wizards - "

From where he'd put his head down on the table, his arms wrapped around himself, Ryan groaned, "That's not a thing."

" - and second of all, I'm not sitting here judging your dragon names, so maybe, uh, what's the word I'm looking for here...oh, right, shut the hell up."

Scooching down lower in her seat, Abi gave Ryan a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Um, I'm not saying this to rub it in or anything, but...we did sort of say something like this would happen."

"Hey, are we gonna keep going or not?" Nick asked, his character sheet already a mess of doodles, scribbles, and hash marks. "Don't get me wrong, it's gonna be hard to top Jacob's dragon, but...I think mine might just take the cake."

"It's not a competition!" Rising up from his defeated slouch, Ryan cast an exhausted look out at their little gathering. Why had he thought this was going to be a good idea? Of all the bonding activities he could've come up with, why had a tabletop game been the choice he'd gone with? Genuinely, he couldn't remember. "The point of the game is to, y'know. Explore new worlds. Interact with cool characters. Solve puzzles. No one's dragon gets to automatically be the strongest - no matter what its name is."

Already Jacob and Nick were opening their mouths, no doubt to pick up where they'd left off, but Emma beat them to the punch. "Well I for one can't wait for you guys to meet my dragon, Daisybelle, so all in favor of us getting back to Ryan's masterful storytelling, say aye!"

Much to Jacob's chagrin, the ayes had it.

***

The air filled with a thick, oppressive heat as another dragon joined the first, immediately causing the gathered students to fan themselves as they sweat. Everywhere they looked, there was only the wavering lines of heat mirage, and the warning sizzle of raindrops not allowed to reach the ground.

At first, no one moved - no one thought they could. Such a presence would burn them alive, char them to a crisp if they ventured too close. But then, cautious but determined, a girl stepped forward and the heat dissipated like fever breaking. She set her hand on the dragon's amber snout, and again, its name formed in her mind.

"Trogdor the Burninator."

***

"KAITLYN!" The table erupted into chaos as Ryan threw his arms into the air, and while there were decidedly more groans than laughs, it sure didn't feel like any of them were on his side.

"What?" she asked, assuming the same defensive posture Jacob had before, her hands raised, her shoulders high, her face slack with fake innocence. "I thought it was a solid choice!"

Covering her mouth and nose to hide some of her snort-laughing, Emma fell against Abi's side. "What kind of name is that?!"

"Hey now, I'll have you know Trogdor is pretty much the name when it comes to dragons, okay? It's basically historical."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, see, I can tell you guys aren't dragon experts like me and Jake, so I'll let you in on the secret." Kaitlyn folded her arms on the table, then leaned in closer, widening her eyes dramatically. "Trogdor was a man. Well, he was a dragon man. ...or you know what? Maybe he was just a dragon. But he was still - "

And then, not just to Ryan's surprise but everyone's, she and Jacob popped up from their seats, whipping out what might've been fairly impressive air-guitar solos had they not been accompanied by them both shouting "TROGDOOOR!" at the top of their lungs.

Ryan put his head back on the table. He tried desperately to continue his narration.

***

Then there came a rumbling from the sea, as though some kind of -

***

"This seems like a bad time to reveal that my whole thing was going to be, like, a super edgelord version of Barney, huh?"

"Dylan. Barney's a dinosaur."

"Uh, okay, Abigail, what do you think dragons are?"

"They're...they're not dinosaurs! I...wait, are they?"

Knowing this was a battle he'd already lost, Ryan propped his head up on his hands. "Anyone else have a super hilarious dragon idea they can't wait to share?"

There was a beat of silence, and then Nick smiled sheepishly. "Uh...Toothless? From...y'know...How to Train Your Dragon?"

After another beat, Abi pulled her sketchbook up from off her lap, turning it around to reveal a startlingly gorgeous sketch of a stylized...

Wait.

"Um...mine's also...Toothless. Actually."

Emma clasped her hands together, leaning that much farther into Abi. "Oh my gosssh, you guys are so in-sync! Imagine that. Huh. You're like, dragon soulmates or something."

***

Once every student had their dragon, it came time for them to take to the skies. Only some of them, they had been warned, would survive this trial, and -

***

"Hey, uh, pardon me for party pooping, but...what is it exactly that you kids are doing right now? In the middle of the night? Besides eating...all of the trail mix, that is?"

There was a chorus of "Hi Mr. H!"es (and more than a few muffled giggles) as Chris came out of his office to stand by their table, arms folded and expression perplexed. No one rushed to answer him, though, which...well, that just figured, didn't it?

"We're playing a game," Abi said quickly upon realizing no one else was stepping forward. "Sorry if we were being loud."

"Trying to," Ryan corrected her, "we were trying to play a game. A TTRPG."

"Uh. Huh. Well NGL that sounds like a BFG, but FYI and JSYK, you guys GTG. To bed. It's late, and the last thing I need is you guys being all groggy-eyed for the scavenger hunt tomorrow. So quit ROFLing and GTFO, you know?" Clearly proud of himself, Chris gave a little chuckle.

"Sorry Ryan," Abi said, tucking her sketchbook back into her bag. "Maybe we'll actually, um, get to the dragon riding part next time!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait, there are dragons in your game?" Chris asked. "You mean like Trogdor?"

"Yeahhh!" Kaitlyn and Jacob cheered, giving each other a victorious high-five before cutting Chris in on that action.

There was no sugarcoating it. Ryan was devastated. "There's no way Trogdor the Burninator is a thing. There's no way it's a real thing."

"Hey, bud," Chris said, still grinning, "IYKYK. Now seriously, everybody, bed. Now."

((incredibly desperate author's note from an elderly millenial: please tell me you whippersnappers out there know trogdor omg))

#jeyfeather1234 #six sentence weekend #the quarry #queenie writes supermassive #waaaaaghhhhh im sorry this took so long and BOY i think this is maybe a reference to fourth wing??? but i havent read it D: #so i hope this tickles your fancy despite my lack of dragon school knowledge hehehehehehe and thank you so much for your patience!!! <3

[frogskelton]

Chapter 4 of Scooby doo total drama team Chris is rlly smoking hot fanfic

Chapter one is here if you haven’t read it, please go ahead and check it out if you haven’t!

“SO we’re just waiting for Alejandro, right?” Noah monotone question, attempting to express as much concern as he could.

“Mmmm, I hope he’s all good, man” Tyler spoke quietly, rubbing his arm.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon!” Owen’s optimism lighting up the dim room. “How’s evidence getting going, girl?” He said, turning his attention to Izzy, leaning down and stretching her on the chin. She slammed down some scratched up ratsack, filled with what appeared to be miscellaneous.

“Wowww, of course! It’s some load of crap!” Noah’s sarcasm drenching his voice.

“Come on buddy,” Owen said, digging through the bag. “Oh man, look! It’s bits from the monster!” He said giving Izzy a scratch on the chin. “Good job girl, time for a McLean munchy,”

“Oh no, that crap should not be consumed,” Noah exhaustedly groaned to himself. “I’m not even sure if that is even legally able to be advertised as food.”

“Ahh lighten up Noah.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Izzy excitedly burst out crumbs flying out of her mouth “I found something absolutely rad!”

“Awesome! What is it? Owen said, near clapping

“Ta daaa,” She exclaimed, holding up some strange object, yellow and pointed, with a weird curved shape in her paw.”

“Is that?!” Tyler yelled, halfway to puking

“Damn right it is, a tooth. Oh, one time I wrestled a bear and it’s tooth came out. Oh my god it was like sooo awesome,” she rambled seemingly not needing to breathe.

“Really?” Owen questioned, his stare full of curiosity.

Yeah, totally!”

“Woahhh”

“ Wait, gimme a look at that.” Noah snapped, snipped it out of Izzy’s paw and pushing past Tyler. “You’re sure it’s a tooth?”

“I mean it’s a bit different to the bear tooth, but I figured bat monster teeth could just have weird teeth.” Izzy rambled

“ Hey let me have a feel.” Owen said as Noah passed him the whatever object.

“Oh, I know this. So, I did a lot of arts and crafts when Noah’s aunt used to get me to babysit his little cousins and-“

“Oh with it man.” Noah snapped

“Yeah sorry man” Owen said giggling. “I think it’s plaster.”

“Oh WOW, So it was NOT a real bat monster flying around and speaking English.” Noah sarcastically quipped

“Well at least we can get the fingerprints off whoever made the costume, right.” Tyler spat out fed up with Noah’s sarcasm

“Oops”

“You guys all have gloves on, right.”

“Yes, Tyler I was wearing gloves I pulled out of Owen’s ass.”

“Well, I’m not the one who just ruined some evidence.” Tyler butted his head to Noah’s raising his voice.

“Guys, guys, guys,” Owen quickly cutting in, trying to calm things down,

“I mean, at least we can tell everyone it’s a costume with proof.” Tyler said, calming himself down.

“Noahh.” Owen gently elbowing Noah

“Sorry Tyler, we also know they are total cheapskates on their evil schemes.” Noah said, unable to look at Tyler.

“No problem dude!”

“I mean if it keeps losing teeth maybe it wouldn’t be able to suck your blood.” Izzy bust into the conversation pouncing on Owen’s shoulder

“It was gonna suck our blood?” Tyler gasped

“Well not when I’m here! I’ll suck it’s blood first, hahah.”

“Huh?”

Footsteps creaked from outside the bright room in the dimly lit hallway. The heavy door creaked open, like a gust of warm air from inside the warm room as Alejandro walked from the dim icey hallway.

“Alejandro! You’re back.” Tyler excitedly squeaked

His face was red, unable to look up.

“You alright man?” Noah perked up

“I’m- I’m fine.” His voice quiet and somewhat distant

“Glad you’re all good man!” Tyler pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him.

“Uh, thanks.”

“We-ur heard the um, yelling, man, and kinda concerned” Owen said in a gentle voice, stuttering.

“Did you hear… anything?”

“ Nah, don’t worry ,but if it’s anything you wanted us to hear please tell-” Owen answered, reaching out a gentle hand to Alejandro’s wrist.

“Or just want to talk about,” Noah butted in.

“Please just tell us!” Tyler said, bouncing up, holding Alejandro’s shoulders. Looking from person to person in the warm room, soft light brightening their faces, Tyler’s sweet smile and his warm soft hands rubbing Alejandro’s arm, Owen’s rounded features and open shoulders, just giving his optimistic air to anywhere he is, and Noah… Noah’s best attempt, a silly smile to attempt to make him feel at peace. It was all very strange. Especially considering their history, literally forgiving him after every shit thing he pulled, giving him a second chance and treating him like, I don’t know, a friend I guess. Even if he gets shit and can’t be everything, can't do it all perfectly, fails, even is a shit person, for some reason they’re still here.

“...Thanks.” Alejandro whispered, sitting down on the ground.

“Oh, uhhh, we got some evidence and stuff, but I think we have time if you want to discuss the- urr- dinosaur thing?” Noah stutters, his eyes darting from side to side as he tries his best at one of those super welcoming smiles that Owen is super good at. Alejandro gives him a smile back.

The night carried on, shoveling through evidence spitting out new theories, though each more preposterous than the last. Was it the superstar Blainely attempting to make some weird comeback after being canceled for kicking puppies, or something like that? But one thing seemed to be a clear next step to investigate. Where was it hiding? And why did it come from the inside? There was a balcony that hovered close to the window in question, broken in through and through there was a twisting hallway. So! It was clear the next step in solving this mystery.

“What do you mean you’ve only been here like twice?” Noah quietly scolded Alejandro

“I told you my father changed it up and said it was for business matters only!” Alejandro retorted, in a grizzled whisper.

“Well, this feels like those haunted houses,” Izzy said, trotting around, failing to imitate the other stealthiness.

“I know, I know you don’t like this idea, but face the facts your dad is probably in on this,” Noah said, reaching out for Alejandro’s shoulder.

“Noah, my dad would never-“

“Oh please the thing was hiding in HIS house and he seems like a control freak on where you can even go in this house.” Noah raised his voice as he spoke, growing irritated at Alejandro’s dismissal at his father’s potential lack of innocence.

“You have no ide-“

“Let’s all calm down, tensions are high. Investigators should always take an unbiased look at things. Let's just see what we can find and avoid this bad friction, dudes all good?” Owen quickly jumping into the conversation to calm things down

“When did you get so good at this buddy?” Noah said, smirking as he calmed down. “Guess that is only circumstantial evidence really.”

“Yes.” Alejandro uttered scowling, throwing his head back to facing away from Noah and back on the pathway.

“Is it the father with only room in his heart for cash? Some random celebrity, find out next ti-“

“Izzy! Don’t say that about people’s families!” Izzy attempted to say before Owen quickly shushing her.

“Well, excuse me! I was just narrating!”

“God, this is one creepy hallway, so wish we could of turned the lights on.” Tyler muttered. “At least we’re the only chicken down here,” he laughed to himself.

In the darkness the hallway loomed, illuminated by some crappy torch with some green tint (used to minimize chances of being noticed). The cold wind scratching the house seeping in from the window at the end of the hallway. Footsteps tapping on in the green light in the darkness. Till the red light from above stopped them in their tracks.

“Holy-“ Noah cried. The red light from those sharp eyes overpowering the fraile green light of the torch.

“Perfect, I was hoping to find you here!” The monster’s voice seemed so much louder in the tiny hallway. Its figure looming over them, and making the halls feel cramped.

“What- what did you- yo- you want with us!” Tyler pushed in front of his friends, in between the towering figure.

“Well, I did want volunteers.” The monster swooping his claw at Tyler, cutting his dress open at the torso, scooping him up with his other hand.

“Hands off my friend!” Owen yelled, through himself at the beast.

“Argh,” it cried, loosening its grip on Tyler, causing him to almost come crashing down, before it tightened its grip, sinking those heinous claws in. It stuck Owen, sending him flying to the ground.

“OWEN!” Izzy and Noah screamed. Noah darted for Owe.

“No you FUCKING DON’T!” Her fur completely on edge

“GRRRRAAAHARHH GRRRAGAHGH!” She growled, throwing herself onto the monster, ripping at its fur. Her claws fighting against the monster’s skin. The monster throws its body, crashing itself into the wall, sending Izzy crashing into the wall too.

“Nooo.” Owen cried, lay on the ground, injured, reaching his arm out for her.

“I’ll get her,” Alejandro said, sprinting for her.

“You!” The monster yelled like a feral animal, its face distorted ripped fabrics, wires and metals of the costume exposed.

As Alejandro, lay a hand on Izzy, before having the second to look over…

CRASSHH, the beast slammed him into the wall. Claws digging into his flesh, gripping his torso, digging his hand into the floors, bolting down the hall, Alejandro in clutch. Running like an injured wolf, the thing cackled as it smashed its head through the window like some kind of demon with Alejandro.

“Stay tuned folks!” The thing yelled, disappearing from sight.

Lights quickly came on, Mr Burreouerto standing across the hall, from Tyler’s blurred floor perspective, standing over them.

“What the hell is going on?!” He yelled shocked by the sight, “Was it that thing?! Where-where is my son?!” He coughed up question spitting with his words, shaking Tyler, who was barely conscious himself.

“We- we lost him.” He said, defeated.

#tdi #tdi alejandro #tdwt alejandro #td alejandro #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #tdwt noah #noah sterecra #tdi noah #td noah #total drama noah #Noah #total drama owen #tdi owen #td owen #td tyler #total drama tyler #tdwt tyler #tdi tyler #total drama izzy #td izzy #team chris is really really really really hot #alenoah #aletyler #nowen #total drama world tour #tdwt #total drama #total drama au #total drama island

[five-rivers]

Detection (first version)

Okay, so... I wrote two versions of this prompt. This first one, I didn't like quite as much, but I wanted to share it anyway. It's a loose sequel to Flight Simulation.

Prompt by @faedemon: Ghosts are naturally drawn to death. When people die in Amity Park, Danny keeps finding the bodies. (PR263)

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Danny wasn’t sure what was the first time it happened.  In his defense, he had a lot on his plate those first weeks, what with juggling brand new and inconvenient ghost powers, combative ghosts (who could, very unfairly, in his opinion, fly, while he was stuck on the ground), people hunting him, and his first year of high school.  Plus, roadkill, even large roadkill, was common enough not to raise any eyebrows, least of all Danny’s.  So what if he sometimes felt the urge to go walking and exploring in weird places?  It didn’t stand out next to his ghost sense and any number of other less subtle changes.  

So, no.  He couldn’t put his finger on the first time the feeling of death drew him.  Looking back, he could say that he’d run across an unusually high number of car-struck pets.  He remembered finding the dessicated mouse corpse in the pantry, and the nest of dead birds behind the school.  There had probably been other incidents, too, but none of them stood out and he certainly couldn’t pin any of them as first, let alone say with certainty that finding those things hadn’t been a coincidence.  

But he remembered very clearly the moment he realized it existed, the first time he realized it was a power, and what it meant.  

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The day was firmly in the grip of autumn, although summer hadn’t quite let go.  The sky was blue and crisp.  Cold.  Someone was burning brush, or maybe someone was in denial and having one last barbecue before the weather changed for real.  

A good day for walking home.  

Danny should be walking home.  

“Danny, are you okay?” asked Sam.  

“Ghost?” asked Tucker.  

“Don’t say it like that,” said Danny, turning away from the side street.  “You sound like my dad.”

“Noted,” said Tucker.  “But, seriously, why did you stop?”

“Don’t know,” said Danny.  “Just a feeling.”

“Good or bad?” asked Sam, walking back the few steps to stand next to Danny.

“Just…”  Danny shrugged.  “Like I should do something.”  He started walking.

“Like a mini ghost sense?”

“No,” said Danny.  He stepped over a large gash in the sidewalk, pausing momentarily to wonder if it was from a ghost fight, his parents’ incautious driving, or something else entirely.  He shrugged and moved on.  

“Any change?”

“Might be stronger,” said Danny, tersely.  It felt… weird.  Weird to talk about.  To acknowledge.  Like he should be quiet about it.  Like it was… special.  Something secret.  Taboo, even.  

He turned sharply into an alley, the feeling inside him almost painful, a sort of arrest of his attention.  

“Is something here?” asked Sam.  She had activated her wrist ray, the focus of it burning like a firefly in the shadows that suddenly seemed that much darker.  

“Yeah,” said Danny, the word little more than a breath, a whisper that floated away from him, barely disturbing the air around him.  

He could feel it, now.  He walked past the dumpster, and there it was.  Sitting there.  

Tucker saw it first.  “Oh my God!” he squeaked, jumping back.  

“Wh- Oh.”  Sam swore.  “Is he?”

“He’s dead,” said Danny, looking down at the man.  The body.  

He must have been homeless, Danny thought.  He didn’t think anyone else would camp out in an alley with a sleeping back and a backpack.  He knew people died all the time, but this…  He covered his mouth with his hands.  

(He could almost feel the temperature dropping just a little too much, just a little beyond the body’s ability to cope with, beyond the ragged sleeping bag’s ability to insulate…)

“I’m going to call the police,” said Sam, pulling out her phone.

“Wait,” said Tucker.  “What’s our story here?”

“Our what?”

“Our story.  Why are we here?  I mean, he’s um.  He’s not visible from the road.”  Tucker swallowed, visibly and audibly.  He hadn’t taken his eyes off the body.  

“Uh,” said Danny.  He felt over his body, then inside his backpack, coming up with a few old Nasty Burger wrappers.  “You guys were giving me trouble for the trash in my backpack, so I went looking for a dumpster to throw it out in?”

“Probably fine,” said Tucker.  

Sam made the call.  

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Danny would have wished that was the last time, if it wouldn’t give Desiree the ability to mess with him.  

In a perfect world, Danny wouldn’t have felt anything like that pull again, except maybe in a hospital or at a funeral.  

The world wasn’t perfect.

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The second time was worse.  Danny knew what he was looking for, now.  What was hidden here, somewhere in this overgrown corner of the park.  

He phased through a particularly nasty section of blackberries, and wondered again how anyone had even gotten here in the first place.  Maybe if they were as small as Danny, or a bit smaller, they could have shimmied through, but Danny was pretty sure he couldn’t do that without getting stabbed a dozen times, so…

He let the thought lie.  

(It wouldn’t be someone smaller than him.  Please.)

He reached the wall.  

“Oh,” he said, looking at the young woman sprawled at the base of the wall.  “She fell.”  He looked up at the top of the wall.  It wasn’t very high, but if you fell wrong, well.  

Yeah.  

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“Do I know you from somewhere?” asked the detective.  

“Maybe?  I found another body a couple weeks ago,” said Danny.  “Me and my friends.”

“Oh, right,” said the detective.  “The exposure case.”

“Mm,” said Danny, looking back over his shoulder at where the CSI team were taking photographs.  

“That must be pretty rough.  Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  

“We have therapists we can refer you to,” said the detective.  “Couple of them in witnesses and victims of crimes.”

“Was this a crime?”

The detective made a face.  “I’m not supposed to comment on active investigations, but… what we think right now is that she was running from a ghost fight, got pinned against the wall and decided to climb it.”  He shrugged.  “Timing matches up.”

“Oh,” said Danny, feeling sick.  He racked his brain for what fight it could have been.  Could he have saved her?  If he’d been faster?  More observant?  Better?

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Danny was the kind of person to test his assumptions.  It wasn’t as if it was hard.  People died all the time.  Amity Park had hospitals.  Amity Park had graveyards.

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Most percent of the people Danny found died of natural causes or accidents.  People in their houses.  Old age.  Slips in the bathroom.  Unexpected heart attack.  Power tool malfunction.

Very rarely, he was fast enough to do something about it.  

“I’ve been seeing you a lot,” said the detective. 

“Yeah?” said Danny, slightly breathless.  Not from the exertion of the CPR, ghost fighting had some perks, and he was more muscular than his hoodies gave away.  Still, he had emotions, and that had been… hard.  

Ghost or not, there was something different about a corpse.  Ghosts were sort of… souls without bodies.  Not really, but…  Close enough, he supposed.  A body without a soul was wrong.  It hurt.  Where did they go?

A drop of blood dripped from his hand.  He’d managed to tie a tourniquet around the man’s arm, but it had been far from pretty.

“You’re starting to get a reputation,” confirmed the detective.  “Like you’re a trouble magnet or something.  An intern was wondering if you have that fictional detective curse.”

Danny choked on a laugh that turned into something uncomfortably like a sob.  “Am I in trouble?”

“Am I in trouble or something?”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Huh?” 

“Look, we live in a haunted town.  You’re the kid of ghost hunters.  You could be cursed.  I don’t know.”

“What would you even do about a curse?” asked Danny, curious despite himself.

“No idea.  But are you?”

“Not that I know of,” said Danny.  

“Well.  We still have that offer about therapists open.  We’ve sent it to your parents, too.  I think they’re worried about you.”

Danny shrugged.  The detective sighed, then took something from inside his notepad and tucked it into Danny’s pocket.  

“My personal number,” he said.  “Call me if you run into anything else, even if you’re out of town, alright?  Obviously, call 911 first, but I will come.”

After a moment, Danny nodded.  “Okay.  I can do that.”

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Sometimes Danny did.  Sometimes he didn’t.  

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The problem was, Danny decided as he watched a ghost form above the scene of a recent car accident, that he got to live with this.  The rest of them… didn’t.  

Invisible, he walked over to the ghost and pulled them down to the ground.  “It’s going to be okay,” he said.

“Phantom,” the ghost said, dazed.  “You found me… thought I was going to die.”

Danny’s heart wavered.  “Yeah,” he said, looking at the smoking car and what was in it.  “I found you.  Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

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It was part of him.  And he would just have to live with it. 

#danny phantom #faedemon #phic phight #phic phight 2022

[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Seven - (The Substitute) Random Confessions of Love

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: With a sick teacher, a cool fun-loving substitute is brought in. Time spent with Kurt, Mercedes, and Blane Anderson, showcases how much the boy is neglecting his friend in favour for his crush. But none of that matters, because you want those guns.

Word Count: 5,558

WARNINGS: N/A (Let me know if there is any)

(A/N): I’m gonna be honest, this is more of a filler part, the juicy stuff comes in the next one.

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"He doesn't look so good, does he?" You leaned to your side to whisper to Sam, watching as your teacher pat his forehead with the sleeve of his dark jacket before scribbling on the board.

"Not at all."

"Alright, guys, um... time to start thinking about song selections." He heaved a breath, pausing in his writing. Then he turned to face you with a gobsmacked look on his face.

But, as it seems, only a few of your team noticed.

Santana was definitely not one of them.

"Looking good, Puckerman," she called down to the boy sitting in the chair below her, "Someone's been eatin' their 'Wheaties'."

Puck flexed, kissing at both of his biceps, "These guns are fully loaded."

You groaned, nauseated by the boy and his words, "You sicken me."

"Mr Schue, I, for one, think we should use our set list for sectionals to start exploring the oeuvre of one Bernadette Peters."

"And, I, for one, think we should really not," you countered your sister's words. Then, "Mr Schue, you good?"

"Someday, I'm gonna go to Paris and visit the "Oeuvre"," Brittany said.

"I just want to dance."

"Random. But we know, Mikey," you told your friend.

"Mr Schuester," Mercedes spoke up next, "You look a little green."

"Please, God, don't throw up. I dealt with that enough with Quinn last year."

"Shut up, Berry."

"No way, Fabray."

"Um, I think I'm gonna go see a nurse," the teacher said, sweat dripping from his pores, "But first, I feel like I should get you guys a sitter."

"What? Dude, we're teenagers. Well... maybe Finn and Puck need one."

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"Well, a full week without Glee Club. What are you gonna do ith your free period?"

You were walking down the school hallways with Quinn by your side, hand hooked into the strap of the backpack flung over your shoulder.

It had spread like wildfire within the club, in the span of time that Mr Schue went to the nurse, that he was out sick for the time being.

It was true that the Glee Club was a grapevine for gossip.

The blonde smiled over at you, beginning her sentence, "Well, I-" That was until your sister strutted up to you both, in that self-assured power stance she does when she's got something planned, and cut the cheerleader off.

"Choir room. Usual times. I'm talking over Glee Club in Mr Schuester's absence."

And then she was gone.

Leaving you and Quinn standing in the middle of the hallway, staring blankly in front of you.

"I take it back."

'This was gonna be a fiasco'

And you were right.

As soon as the tiny brunette entered the room, she strutted up to the whiteboard, only to write one word on it.

'Me'

"Class, in Mr Schuester's absence, I'd like to go around and ask everyone what solos they'd like to hear me perform at Sectionals."

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," you spoke up from your position, sitting beside Mercedes, arms crossed over your chest.

"All right! You know what, let me at her!" Sanatana burst out, jumping up from her seat. Your friends quickly rushed to stop her from attacking your sister. "¡Tú eres loca!"

You cackled in your seat in reaction to the Latina's outburst, even if it was directed towards your sister.

All the while, Kurt made a cross with his fingers behind the Cheerio as if to ward her off. And your sister screamed bloody murder, dropping the marker she held by her face.

"Your sister needs to take a chill pill," Mercedes told you later that day as you waited behind her and Kurt, tray in hand, during lunch.

"I wish those things existed. At least you don't have to live with it. And trust me, when we were kids, it was so much worse."

"I am shaking, and it's either from low blood sugar or rage," Kurt said, "I knew it was only a matter of time before Rachel tried to take over the Glee Club."

"I'm betting she'd been planning it since day one... I actually may have given her the idea, now that I think about it."

"Well, we'll forget all about it tonight at bowling," Mercedes said, trying to soothe the boy, "You coming, Y/N?"

"Sure." You shrugged. "I could always use an excuse to get out of the house and away from Finn and Rachel's make out sessions, other than the excuse of, "you two make me sick"."

"I can't," Kurt said, dismissing the hangout session, "Blane asked me to hang out."

"That the kid from the stairs?"

"Yep," he replied with a dreamy smile on his face.

'And they say lesbians fall in love fast'

"But I've been looking forward to it all week," the girl spoke sadly before the same realisation came to her, "Wait. Are you two going out? Because I think you need to come clean."

Kurt scoffed, a light blush beginning to dust at his cheeks. "What? No."

"But you want to."

"Shut up, Y/N." You chuckled evilly. "I don't want another Jesse-Rachel traitor scenario to overcome. Please, guys. Mum's the word."

"We'll be happy for you," Mercedes pointed out, "I mean, we know how lonely you've been."

"Hey, we just hang out. Nothing about Glee Club even ever comes up."

"Dude, we just said we were fine with it. No need to get on the defensive."

"It's just nice to have someone to talk to." Kurt shrugged.

An insulted look overtook Mercedes' face. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, someone like me."

"Y/N's right here."

"It's not the same," you said, "I may be gay, but I'm not 'guy gay'."

"Exactly. But I promise to make it up to you. We'll hang out Friday night."

"Come on," Mercedes ushered.

"What?"

"Tots."

"What?" That piqued your interest, eagerly following after the girl cutting in line.

"'Scuse you. Watch out."

"They're just hungry." Kurt pulled an apologetic face to the fellow students, sliding up beside you.

"So, what are we gonna do about Glee Club while Mr Schue is sick?" Mercedes asked after you both thanked the woman for the food.

"I have an idea."

"Tie Rachel up during every session and just wing it? I'm already one step ahead of you. I've got the rope in my car-"

"No."

"Shame."

"Have you guys met the new Spanish teacher?"

"No." You shook your head with Mercedes. "But no matter what, they'll be better than Mr Schue."

You were soon to find out the truth to that statement and meet the new Spanish substitute during your very next lesson.

But you were too busy gathering your ammunition to really notice.

With Mike by your side at the front of the class, mounds of paper balls between your arms upon the table, as you conspired your attack on the table over and behind. Where Finn and Puck sat together.

"So, on three?"

"Yeah." You nodded excitedly.

"One... two..."

"Three," you said together before you began your surprise attack on the boys. Pelting them with the scrunched up paper balls while the teacher's back was turned.

It wasn't long before your "ammunition" ran out. You and the boy beside you quickly found alternative objects to fling at the other members of your club.

Mike chose to throw his pen, ripping another piece of paper from his notebook. All the while, the boys pitched some of the balls back at you.

You, however. You went for something entirely different.

Reaching under the table, it only took a swift couple of seconds before a shoe -that was once on your foot- was hurdling its way towards the boys. Hitting Finn lightly on the chest and then fell to the floor.

And that's when the teacher turned around and started speaking in Spanish.

Mike and yourself quickly making yourselves look like you hadn't just started an assault on the table behind you.

Leaning over, you whispered to the boy, "I threw my shoe."

He snorted lightly. But before he could say anything in reply, the substitute teacher waved your class to repeat the words she had just spoken, involving Linsey Lohan.

Which the room did. Till she tried to boost your energy up and say it again.

As the blonde woman walked down the centre aisle of the tables, you made an executive decision... and threw your other shoe at Finn and Puck.

Sometimes you didn't know why your parents trusted you to leave the house.

Quickly enough, Kurt had pulled the woman away from her lesson, giving you the chance to mouth over to the boys.

'Can I have my shoes back?' They both shook their heads with bright, devilish smiles upon their faces, leaving you to hiss to yourself, "Fuck."

"You're gonna get your shoes back, aren't you?"

"Mike, what kind of person do you take me for? Of course, I'm gonna get them back," you scoffed, "I can't go home without shoes and give my dads the prime opportunity to make a 'Hocus Pocus' joke."

Let's just say, after you had chased the boys through the school and successfully tackled Puck. Your shoes were back where they belonged. Upon your feet.

---

Your brows were furrowed, watching Puckerman slick up the floor with a stick of butter from your place upon the black piano.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Finn asked, walking over to him.

"Kurt got us a substitute, so I'm buttering the floor," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I can't believe you have a baby," you spoke dryly, scratching behind your ear.

"But Sectionals is, like, two weeks from now."

"Hey, Gigantor," Artie called over to the boy, pulling his attention away from the delinquent, waving his fingers between himself and the two girls sitting by his side, "We're all gonna swap names, yo!"

"Uh, did I hear something about a substitute-?" Rachel asked, speed walking into the room.

"Uh, Rach, watch-" A boisterous laugh fell from your mouth as your sister slipped and landed on the floor with a dull thud. "Oh, that was priceless."

"Yes! It works!" Puckerman celebrated.

"Well, at least I didn't fall and break my talent," she said, straightening out her hair once she was firmly back on her feet. "I'm fine," she remarked, to the giggling trio that was Tina, Mercedes, and Artie, before turning on you, "And some sibling you are!"

"Hey, I tried to warn you, and it is my job to laugh at you when you eat shit like that. And don't just blame me. Your boyfriend didn't even try to help you up!" You pointed towards Finn just as your substitute Spanish teacher walked through the doors of the choir room.

The tall blonde used the slippery floor to slide across, shocking you all.

"I love you," you said, not knowing what you were truly saying at the moment before it dawned on you. Causing you to look down in confusion at what had just slipped from your mouth. All the while, Quinn glared at you from the sidelines, beside her not yet boyfriend.

"Oh, what da' hell?" Artie asked with his palm raised, appearing as if he had just seen a demonic possession.

"Hola, clase," she greeted your team, "Nothin' says "bienvenidos" quite like a buttered floor."

Then Kurt slipped and fell behind her, making you laugh once again.

"Let's start with some introductions. My name is Holly Holliday. What's yous? Go!" She snapped her fingers, looking over her shoulder to Puck, who pulled a weird face.

"I'm Finn Hudson. I'm quarterback of the football team."

Santana raised her hand. "I'm Rachel Berry, his loud, loud girlfriend."

"I'm Quinn Fabray," you spoke up next, "And only a few months ago, I scarred someone with the birth of my child."

Quinn just had to retaliate to that.

"And I'm Y/N Berry. Rachel Berry's adopted sibling, whose father's love Quinn more than me."

"Don't use my dad's love for you against me." You pointed her way. Only getting a satisfied smile in return.

"I'm Mike Chang," Britany spoke abruptly, gaining nods of approval from the boy.

"Those aren't your names," Holly said knowingly, "You know why I know that?"

"You're psychic?"

"Other than what I just said to blondie over here? You've taught at least five of us, one of whom is Kurt, who asked you to be here."

Holly looked at you for a few moments. "I like you."

You raised your arms high up into the air, "She likes me."

"But no, I know this because I recently watched a video of you guys performing at regionals, where you came in last. Maybe it's because the songs were about thirty years old, but-"

"Those songs are classics."

"Those songs are amazing," Holly told Finn, "But they sounded like somebody else's favourite songs, not yours. Just sayin'."

"She speaks the truth."

You nodded at Brittany's words. "Totally."

"I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill substitute teacher. I want you guys to do things that you wanna do. I want you to have fun in our fabulous but fleeting time together. What do you say we have class outside today?"

"It's raining outside," Mercedes pointed out.

"Well then, let's take a field trip to Taco Bell."

The class chuckled in excitement, Brittany throwing her arms into the air just like you did not too long ago, with a, "Oh, yeah!"

"Should we toke up some medical-grade marijuana?" she jokingly asked, "I wish."

"Oh, I like her," you told Finn, the boy agreeing with you as the class laughed.

"Yeah, it's really hard not to like this woman."

"Okay. No," your sister spoke up, "We can't just goof off all day. We have to write a set list for Sectionals."

"You're right," Miss Holliday relented quickly, "What songs would you like to do?"

Stunned silence filled the room at her question, taking the whole group off guard.

"Oh... don't get asked that question much, do we?"

"Miss Holliday's right," Kurt said, walking to the front of the class, "Mr Schuester's set list's sometimes seems like he hasn't listened to the radio since the '80s."

"He probably hasn't."

"He never listens to what I have to say," Puck said, looking put up upon. Continuing to explain the time when he had asked the teacher about singing a Cee Lo Green song.

"Cee Lo! That's what I'm talkin' about!"

"Okay, excuse me, what would you know about Cee Lo?" Santana asked the woman, "'Cause you're, like, forty."

"'Top 40', sweet cheeks," Holly replied, quickly shouting for the band, "Hit it!"

The performance was very high energy. The whole team joined in with a smile, enjoying themselves. The only one who sat out was Rachel, with her arms folded under her chest and rolling her eyes at the woman who had stolen her place as director of the Glee Club.

Everyone -minus your sister- celebrated once the song was over, fun-loving bright smiles upon your faces before more cheers filled the room at the substitute's next words.

"Let's go get some tacos!"

You really liked this woman.

---

"This is pathetic. I hope you know that."

"There's nothing pathetic about the Glee Club," Rachel replied with a sharp bite to her tone as you both made your way to your sick teacher's apartment.

"Oh, now, that's where you and I disagree."

Your reply came in the form of a buzzer, asking for entrance into Mr Schue's apartment.

"Are we really doing this?"

You were really doing this.

It didn't surprise you much when you saw your teacher's insulted reaction at being temporarily replaced.

"I don't understand who gave her the authority to take over Glee Club."

Thanks to the thick, white medical mask your sister wore. Sitting in the armchair beside the one you were parked in, her words were muffled and ineligible.

"What?"

"She's being overdramatic. People can talk perfectly fine with masks over their mouths," you told him, done with your sister's shit.

Rachel, however, pulled the mask down just below her mouth to "repeat" her words, soon removing it entirely.

"I was doing a fine job of running Glee in your absence."

"It was a shit-show."

"And then Kurt, jealous, asked her to take over."

"I think you're the only one who's jealous here." Rachel raised her pointer finger and pushed it towards your face as means to silence you. "Don't you point that thing at me."

"I'm not too worried about her, Rachel," Mr Schue said, reaching for the tissue box on the coffee table and blowing his nose, making her quickly pull the mask back up to cover her face. "I really appreciate your concern, but... I'm not worried about someone coming in and usurping me. You kids love me." He finished with a cough.

Luckily the man was too hyper-focused on your sister to see the sceptical look drawn across your face.

"Sue doesn't," Rachel pointed out, "I saw them earlier, in Sue's office, drinking red wine and watching TV. They were having fun."

"Oh no, God forbid that ever happens," you said sarcastically, "Wait. They were drinking? In school?"

"You have to get well, Mr Schuester," Rachel told him, jumping up and swinging her bright red coat on, "Because, every day you're here, she's there. It becomes more and more likely that she'll start running the Glee Club, and you're gonna become the substitute."

'Oh yes, and wouldn't that be a shame?'

The girl put her mask on, then walked for the door, leaving you to turn to your teacher.

"Don't listen to her, Mr Schue. The sub's really a lot of fun. Rachel just doesn't like the fact that she's not in control of the club anymore. Don't push yourself to get better."

"Y/N!" your sister screamed for you from the door.

"I'm coming!"

---

You were, once again, in the cafeteria with Kury and Mercedes, waiting in line to be served your lunch.

"Oh, we have to get there early on Friday," Mercedes turned to the boy, "It's league night for little people. And they'll buy up all the small shoes if they get there first."

"Oh, I totally forgot. Greg Evigan is starring in 'Rent' at the community playhouse, and Blane got us tickets."

"Who?" you asked, never having heard that actor's name before.

"'Us' as in 'all of us'?" she asked.

"I'd be happy to give up my ticket."

"I think he could only score two."

Suddenly, Sanatana appeared behind the serving area, almost as if she stepped out of some demonic portal. Which... now that you think about it, would make sense for the girl.

"San? What you doin' back there? you servin' lunch now?"

Then she picked up the whole tray of tots then pulled away. As the other Cheerios gathered the rest, throwing them all away.

"Wait, what?"

"Wait, where do you think you're going with those?" Mercedes asked the girl.

"Principal Sue banned the tots."

"She can't do that!"

"They look like deep-fried deer poop," Brittany said.

"But delicious 'deep-fried deer poop'," you countered, plucking one from the tray she was holding and plopping it in your mouth.

"You can't do that," Santana told you.

"You wanna come and get it?" you challenged, pointing up at your mouth.

The Latina glared at you momentarily. Turning back to Mercedes, she said, "You don't like it? Take it up with Principal Sue."

Then they walked away. Leaving an angered Mercedes.

"I'll just get you-" Kurt tried, stopping when the girl scoffed and raised her palm to the boy, "Okay."

"Do they still have the pizza, at least?"

---

It was during yet another lunchtime at McKinley High when Kurt slid into the spare seat at your and Mercedes' table.

You were licking at your fork, covered in mint green foam. Looking akin to a dog when they eat peanut butter. Tongue pushing up against the roof of your mouth, feeling the texture of the foam that was a substitute for food at your school.

"Look at this crap," Mercedes angrily said, to Kurt, "Foam fish sticks? Principal Sylvester is only serving predigested food now. To give us more energy. I mean, do I look like a damn baby bird?"

"Don't fret your culinary disappointments. I come bearing gifts."

"You brought tots?" Mercedes asked with hopeful excitement. Causing you to look up at the boy, at the aspect of real food. Your fork resting under your top lip as you still tried to eat the foam "food".

"Better."

"A full meal?" you spoke up for the first time.

"No. But I did set Mercedes up on a date."

"I can't eat that!" you said, throwing your fork down onto your tray.

Kurt was slowly talking to Mercedes now.

"I get it. My new budding friendship with Blane is making you feel left out, jealous."

"That, or maybe, you also need to spend time with your other friends outside of school."

"Who's the guy?" she asked.

"Anthony Rashad," Kurt replied, looking over at the boy who was already staring at Mercedes. The girl gave him a shy little wave when he smiled at her, Kurt humming happily at their interaction.

"He hurts you. He's dead meat."

"Y/N!" Kurt scolded you lightly, pushing your arm to get you to stop glaring at the boy out of protectiveness for your friend.

"Why him?" Mercedes suddenly asked.

"No reason." Kurt shook his head, obviously lying.

"Oh, so it has nothing to do with the fact that he's one of the five black guys at this school?"

"Dude, think of something quick," you muttered to Kurt as he struggled to find words.

"Uh- No. He is a wide receiver on the football team. He is very good-looking. And he is a member of the black student union."

"Any nonblack activities?" Mercedes asked, making the boy drop his thumbs up and pull his other hand to his chin.

"I don't know. My Google search was a little-"

"I can't take this anymore!" She raised her hand.

"Mercedes, trust me. Love is just around the corner."

"What are you writing?" you asked the girl.

"Sup, homo?"

Karofsky.

"What you say?!"

The bully's eyes widened, not realising you were there before he quickly walked from where the three of you sat.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!"

"That's not what I'm takin' about."

"I know, right?" you turned to face the girl, only to have your previous question answered when you spotted her. "It's such bullshit- Oh..."

There the girl stood, on the chair she was previously sitting in, a large pad of paper held up high in her hands, writing upon it which read 'TOTS' in clear purple letters.

And that's when the screams happened. Others jumping up from their seats.

"Tots!"

"Oh, my God!" Kurt exclaimed fearfully.

All you could do was laugh as the chant for tots filled the cafeteria.

"It's like a revolution," you joked, leaning towards Kurt to be heard. Who just rolled his eyes at you as you watched on, entertained.

---

Rachel had ushered you into the auditorium, joining the rest of your club in the seats as she and Miss Holliday prepared for their performance together.

You were seated beside Quinn. Your feet up on the one in front of you, waiting for the "show" to begin.

"What morose thing do you think they're gonna sing together?" you asked, leaning closer to the blonde.

All the girl could do was shrug, her answer dying on her tongue as the two came out wearing sparkily black robes, lined with red fur, standing upon shiny red stairs.

"They better have clothes on underneath those."

You can like the life you're living

You can live the life you like

You can even marry Harry

But mess around with Ike

With your arm now over Quinn's seat, you leaned over to shoot Finn a joke.

"She's gonna cheat on you, dude."

The boy shook his head with a soft laugh.

And that's good

Isn't it grand?

Isn't it great?

Isn't it swell?

Isn't it fun, isn't it?

But nothing stays

In fifty years or so

It's gonna change, you know?

But, oh, it's heaven

Nowadays

'Okay, maybe you were wrong. This song was not gonna be morose'

Cheers sounded as upbeat music began to play. The girls on stage whipped off their robes to -thankfully- reveal red flapper dresses underneath. Leading them into their dance.

Quinn was practically in your side as you stretched over to grasp a hold of Kurt's leg as he brought them up in reaction. The blonde was smiling happily, her hands up by her chin and your neck. The three of you enjoyed the performance as it played out.

"I never thought I'd see Rachel do something so fun," you said, "It really makes a nice change."

"Gosh, Miss Holliday is amazing," Kurt uttered.

When they came skipping out with red and gold Tommy guns, you pointed directly at the objects.

"I want those! I will get them."

"I'm sure you will," Quinn chuckled.

"They will be mine."

And all

That

"Yes!" you yelled, arms raised high as the bulbs blew with the two miming shooting them.

Jazz

"Miss Holliday, can I keep those guns?!"

---

Kurt had invited you and Mercedes out to dinner with Blane and himself.

Which would be all well and good, if most of the stuff the boy's talked about didn't fly over your head and/or bore you out of your mind.

"I'm just saying, drunk people who let married to someone they met an hour ago by an Elvis impersonator- I mean, that's a bigger insult than two gay guys getting hitched."

"Yeah." You nodded. "It's stupid. But makes for a good story."

"Totally," Blane agreed with the boy by his side, as the girl by yours drank her drink, bored, "It's like, if marriage is so sacred, they should just outlaw divorce."

"Right- Right."

You hummed, "A lot of violence would come from that, though. And I'm not talking about protests and riots... I watch too many true crime shows."

"Maybe." Kurt nodded your way.

"What do you think, Mercedes?" Blane asked the girl who hadn't said a word for ten minutes now.

"Oh, about-" She tried to remember what they had been talking about. "'Don't ask, don't tell'?"

"No, we're on 'Prop 8' now."

"Totally for it."

"Against it," Kurt corrected.

"It's a bill to try and stop gay people from getting married," you explained.

"Oh, definitely against it then. I'm sorry. I kinda just blanked out."

"I do that all the time when Rachel talks." You nodded. "And God does she talk."

"Oh, don't apologise." Blane reached over and placed a hand on her arm. "We should talk about stuff that you're interested in, too."

Mercedes smiled, sitting up straight in her seat.

"I know. Let's play a game."

"Monopoly?"

"Okay, on the count of three, name your favourite 2010 'Vogue' cover."

"What?" you asked sceptically as Mercedes' face fell.

"One, two, three."

"Marion Cotillard!" The boys said at the same time.

"Oh, my God! Stop it!"

"Yes!"

"I'm gay, but I'm not this gay," you joked, moving to whisper it to Mercedes, who quickly faded into her own mind.

The conversation soon switched to football, somehow.

"Mercedes?" Kurt asked worriedly, "Marcedes?"

You nudged her with your elbow, bringing her back into reality.

"I was just talking about the Buckeyes. I'm a college football fan," Blane said, "I like sports too, you know."

"Oh, way to break the stereotype." They high-fived.

"I do not."

"What?" Blane asked, "Like sports?"

"No." You shook your head. "The only sports I can "deal with" are baseball: Because they hit things. Boxing: Because they hit people. and hockey: Because they hit things and people... what is wrong with me?" you turned to Mercedes, who just snorted a laugh at you.

"In football, they tackle people," he pointed out.

You took a few seconds. And then, "You have opened my eyes, warbler boy."

"Excuse me," Mercedes stopped a waitress as she walked by, "I know it's not on your menu, but I was wondering if you guys had some-"

"You want some tots," the woman said knowingly, nodding along.

"Oh, can I have some too, please?"

"You kids must go to McKinley," was your answer as she wrote the order down on her pad and walked away to put your order in.

"So, what were we talking about?" Mercedes asked, turning back to the boys in front of you.

"Has anyone read Patti Lupone's new book?"

"Who-? You really should have brought Rachel, instead."

Blane acted as if he hadn't read said book until...

"I'm kidding. Of course, I have."

"You scared me so much there!"

You made a show of rolling your eyes at the two boys to Mercedes.

It was gonna be a long night.

Your spirits were quickly lifted, however, with the text you received from Santana.

Only one word that read:

'Tonight?'

Looks like the night wasn't a total bust, after all.

---

"Do I really have to do this?" you whined, being dragged along by your sister to the principal's office.

"Yes. We have to get Mr Schuester back."

"Do we, though?"

Apparently, yes, you did.

You were a part of the first wave of your club who tried to get your old teacher back.

Finn was first up on that list.

"Mr Schue's the only teacher who asks you how you're doing and actually wants to hear an answer."

Then Puck.

"Mr Schue's the only teacher at this school that ever really touched me... besides Mr Ryerson."

'What?!' Your eyes blew wide.

Sam.

"He taught me how to tie my shoelaces."

"It's hard for some people, Sammy," you called over from the leather couch in the principal's office. The boy nods to you in thanks.

Then your sister.

"I used to think I was the best thing that happened to this school-" You rolled your eyes. "-But I was wrong. Mr Schuester is."

And finally, it was your turn to sit in the chair in front of Sue's desk.

"Make it quick, gayer Berry. There's only so much time I can deal with you acne-wielders in my office."

Oh, that wasn't a problem with you.

You shrugged. "He's alright, I guess."

"Y/N," Rachel hissed over, scolding your flippant words.

"What?! Listen, this is the best we're gonna get." You turned back to Sue. "He's an awful Spanish teacher. The Taco Bell chihuahua could do better. But he's a good Glee teacher." You waved your hand. "-Ish."

Brittany jumped up, ready to take your place before your sister could scold you more.

"Mr Schue taught me the second half of the alphabet. I stopped after 'M' and 'N'. I felt they were too similar and got frustrated."

Sue watched her for a few seconds.

"Get the hell out of my office."

Well, that was a waste of time.

... or so it seemed.

Mr Schuester had gotten a standing ovation as he walked into the next Glee Club meeting with a bright smile on his face. Showing that your efforts had paid off.

"All right, all right. Thank you very much, guys. Please. Please, sit down."

"Oh, God. He's gonna make another speech."

"Thank you for that and..." He sighed. "And for all the kind words you said about me to Sue."

Rachel threw you a glare. Which you smiled back at.

"The feelings are mutual. Now! We gotta get cracking through. We lost a few days there. And it's all gonna be about focus and hard work for the next couple of days."

"I guess Miss Holliday really is gone," Puck said with his head downturned.

"I know you guys liked her, and she was a lot of fun."

"She was so much fun," you said.

"Yes. But she and I agreed that this is what was best."

"Don't get us wrong, Mr Schue. We always want you as our teacher," Tina told him, "She was just, kind of, a nice break."

"She did loosen us up." Quinn nodded.

"Yeah, she let us do what we wanted, for a change."

"And she actually had some good ideas for a sub," Artie added.

"Yeah. I get it," he chuckled fakely.

'Oh, someone's insecure. How dare we like anyone but him?'

"And maybe we can uh, incorporate those after Sectionals," the teacher continued, as he handed out the sheet music he had prepared, "Now. When I'm sick, there is only one thing that makes me feel better."

"Medication?" you offered obviously.

"Gin and juice," Artie drawled.

"No. 'Singin' In the Rain'. Yeah, I must have watched it like, ten times over the past few days. It's actually what inspired me to try this out as a contender for our first song at Sectionals."

"When is the song from?" Sam asked.

"Well, the movie opened in 1952." Gauging his student's unimpressed reactions, he was quick to explain, "But-But-But it's really timeless."

You nodded to him with a fake smile on your face, turning to speak to Santana.

"Is it too late to take back what I said to Sue?"

The girl nodded, agreeing with your point, as she kept her eyes steady upon the teacher.

He really was back.

Yay!

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[juniperhillpatient]

The Southern Raiders Re-Watch

[id: Katara water-bending the rain while Zuko watches & Yon Rha lays in the dirt. end id]

This is one of my favorite episodes, as a Katara fan. Katara is just such an incredibly rich & complex character. She is defined by her compassion & kindness, but don't ever forget that her trauma also manifests in righteous anger & that she has experienced things no child should experience, & that is integral to who she is too.

I love the Southern Raiders & I want to get out of the way that I think that a lot of Bad Take Discourse about it has to do with 2 key factors 1) stupid ship wars & 2) “this Character is Right Because I Like Them - Nuance, What’s that?” spins from people who hate either Zuko or Aang & love the other (or people who want to condemn either Sokka or Katara for having conflict because they react to grief very differently)

This is a very nuanced & beautifully written episode about grief & anger & an exploration of Katara’s pain & trauma. It’s an incredible episode & I love it. I wish there had been even more episodes that allowed us to focus on Katara’s grief & how it manifests.

It had to be Zuko who took Katara on this journey. She allowed herself to be vulnerable - about the loss of her mother of all things - & Zuko betrayed her. They needed this cathartic journey & Zuko - who had also experienced the loss of his mother - who also reacts to pain with anger - does understand Katara on a level that no one else so far (except maybe Jet) has. So, this journey toward catharsis with Katara & Zuko works narratively on so many levels.

(also let's just get out of the way that I would like to go on my own personal little revenge murder journey to find the writers who put the throwaway lines about Jet in this episode - yeah, his death made so much sense & mattered so much huh guys? that's why it's almost like it didn't even happen & he had no growth & they all just remember him as a dick who never even died trying to help them :) fuuuuuuck the writers for this. ok...ok....let's move on. anyway)

Of course - I don't want to discount that Aang also understands Katara's pain in a way.

Zuko: Sokka told me the story of what happened. I know who did it and I know how to find him.

Aang: Um ... and what exactly do you think this will accomplish?

Katara: [Shakes her head in dismay.] Ugh, I knew you wouldn't understand. [Begins to walk away.]

Aang: Wait! Stop! I do understand. You're feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do think I felt about the sand-benders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?

Zuko: She needs this, Aang. This is about getting closure and justice.

Aang: I don't think so. I think it's about getting revenge.

I think that what Aang does not understand is that Katara isn't like him. She isn't from the Air Nation Culture, & she isn't the Avatar. Their positions, culture, & history are very different. So yes, he does understand what it's like to experience this extreme rage, but he is wrong about how Katara should handle it because it's very different for them.

Now - Zuko doesn't really understand what Katara needs either. Katara herself doesn't understand. She just knows that she can't walk around with the knowledge of the man who killed her mother & just do nothing - she has to face him. Zuko thinks this is about finding Yon Rha & killing him, but it's ultimately more complicated than that.

Also - I do want to address Sokka's grief in this episode. Zuko barges into his tent & demands to know the story of his mother's death & he tells the story of that day before kicking Zuko out & quickly going back to being excited about Suki coming for a visit. This scene has a lot of comedy, & I enjoy that, but also - can we just talk about how fucking depressingly good Sokka is at compartmentalizing? It says a lot that he remembers the symbols on the flags, & the black ashes, but he can barely remember his mother's face. This poor kid is so traumatized & he's repressed so much. It's really heartbreaking.

When Katara says "then you didn't love her like I did" that's a painful moment. Katara is so loud & so intense about her grief - she wears it on her sleeve. She talks to other people who she believes will relate to her about the loss of her mother. She unabashedly yells at Zuko about it because his nation did this. Sokka is quiet about his grief. He buries it. He tries not to talk about it, or remember it. I just get so emotional about the water siblings, I love them both so much...I wish we could've gotten more exploration of how their different ways of confronting the loss of their mother impacted their relationship because it really is such a complex & well-written situation.

The moment when Katara confronts Yon Rha is possibly one of the most intense scenes in the entire show. The animation, music, & voice acting is just beautiful. You can really feel Katara's pain & conflict over what to do.

And in the end....Katara does not choose forgiveness OR revenge.

Katara: I wanted to do it. I wanted to take out all my anger at him, but I couldn't. I don't know if it's because I'm too weak to do it or because I'm strong enough not to.

Aang: You did the right thing. Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing.

Katara: [Rises from boardwalk.] But I didn't forgive him. I'll never forgive him.

Oh, Katara, babygirl....I love her so fucking much. She confronted Yon Rha, & she didn't - she couldn't - kill him because that's not who she is, but she couldn't just forgive him, because no, forgiveness is NOT always the answer. Katara did get to face Yon Rha, & in a way, I do think that it was cathartic for her.

And of course, Katara & Zuko are finally not just allies but friends, & I love that for them. This journey was so important to their relationship & I love that Zuko went on this life changing field trip with Katara.

[id: Katara & Zuko hugging. end id]

Their friendship means so much to me. I love these characters & this show so much. What a fantastic episode.

Oh, & I almost forgot…. Zuko & Katara each get +1000 iconic behavior points for their badass team up & fight scenes. Katara gets another +2000 for her showdown with Yon Rha. That is all for now!

#the southern raiders #atla re watch #atla book 3

[machifuwa]

(2/8) Mizutama Pattern | Youth is the Color of Summer

Hinata: Look, look, Tetsu-kun. That girl, she's holding a bag of cotton candy! So cute~!

Tetora: The kids over there have masks, and we also happen to see a kid wearing a jinbei... Did they come back from the festival?

Note: A jinbei (甚平) (alternately jinbē (甚兵衛) or hippari (ひっぱり)) is a traditional set of Japanese clothing worn by men, women and children during summer*

Hinata: Some of the children were carrying bags of goldfish, so maybe they did? I wonder if everyone had fun~

Tetora: Us too, we should enjoy it to the fullest! I can't wait to explore all the food stalls and eat!

Hinata: How are you going to eat? You're full. In case you didn't know, we just had some shaved ice.

Tetora: The shaved ice was just for rehydration, so it's in a separate stomach.

Hinata: Oh right, it's a festival, I'm pretty sure there are other stalls there other than the food onesー

???: Umm... umm... don't cry~

Tetora: Just now... it wasn't Hinata-kun's voice, was it...?

Hinata: Yeah, I was about to answer you but I also heard the voice so I just stopped for a bit.

If anything, the voice sounded familiar. I wonder where that is...

Tetora: It's pretty far away, I can't hear it clea- AH!

That's you under the tree, right, Tori-kun? I'm going over there!

Hinata: Roger~!☆ Hime-kun, what happened?

Tori: ...Hm? It's Tetora and Hinata. What's wrong?

Hinata: "What's wrong" that's supposed to be our line!

I just heard Hime-kun's voice, who looked like he was in trouble, so I ran to hi... Oh?

Tetora: Um, that girl with you, Tori-kun...? Is she lost or something?

Tori: No no, she's not lost, the balloon that she bought at the festival flew away. Look, over there.

Tetora: The balloon is stuck in the tree. I see. That's why you look so sad.

Tori: She said she bought these balloons with her allowance. And that she wanted to show her mom how much fun she had at the festival.

Hinata: I see, that balloon was very important huh.

Tori: I'd like to take it out, but I can't reach it myself. Climbing trees is really... difficult for me.

Tetora: Don't worry. I think she was reassured by the fact that Tori-kun saw her.

And lucky for us, the balloon just got stuck in the tree!

If it flew away, there's nothing we could do. But if it's just right there, we can still get it.

Hinata: Right right! Leave it to us! We can easily climb a tree this big!☆

Tori: That's pretty impressive, but is it really that easy to get?

Tetora: Hmm~ I was planning to climb up the trunk to reach the branch because the balloon string's tangled in the branch.

It might be a little far to reach out from the trunk. On the other hand, it might be dangerous to put my weight on that thin branch as well.

Tori: If it's that difficult, how are you going to get it?

Tetora: I have a plan. Hinata-kun, I want you to climb on my shoulders.

Hinata: Fufun. So I'm really going to help too huh~? I won't be able to reach you on my shoulders, so I can stand on your shoulders, right?

Tori: Stand on your shoulders!? You're not going to do anything crazy, are you? Is this really okay?

Hinata: Fu-fu-fu. Who do you think we are? Nagumo Tetora of Yumenosaki Gakuen's 2nd Year Class A and Aoi Hinata of 2nd Year Class B!

Tetora: Hinata-kun, you didn't have to make an intro you know, you're really in character...

Hinata: While Tetsu-kun was doing his preparation exercise, I kept the place together. Let's go then, shall we~?

Tori: What!? You're really going to do it!? Please just... don't get hurt or anything!!

Tetora: Of course! Tori-kun, I want you to calm her down so that she won't panic.

Hinata-kun, I'm ready♪

Hinata: OK♪Aoi Hinata will now go! And...! Up-we-go!☆

Tetora: Alright... move your arms a little closer and keep your leg on check to balance your movement!

Note: oh my god, this took me half an hour to translate and i ended up changing the whole sentence, i am so sorry i cant translate it right...

Hinata: Oh! This will be within my reach!

Note: this didnt make any sense bcs i changed the whole sentence before it im so sorry... but basically tetora was giving him instructions on how to reach the balloon easier!

Hinata: Carefully grab the string so it doesn't fly off by mistake... and...

Tetsu-kun~! I got the balloon, I'm going down now!

Tetora: Roger that! Please be careful!

Hinata: Yes yes~ One, two... and set...!☆

Tori: ...Fufu. Look, those big brothers got your balloon. You'll have to say "thank you" after, alright~?

Hinata: ーSorry for the wait! Here, it's your balloon♪

I tied my wristband to the string so it won't fly away again. I'm sure it'll work!

Tetora: When did you...? Are you sure you can just give it like that?

Hinata: Yeah don't worry, it's the one that was left in my bag. It's more important that the balloon won't fly away.

If you accidentally let go of it, the weight of the wristband should keep it from flying away... Keep squeezing it like that and go home.

You're welcome. Can you say "thank you" to your little brother over here, too?

Tori: Hey, don't call me little!

Ugh...

Yes, you're very welcome. Have a safe journey home. Bye-bye!

Tetora & Hinata: [Sees the child off and waved their hand]

Tetora: I'm glad her memories of the summer festival didn't turn out to be sad.

Tori: Yes, you're right. You two were a great help, thank you.

Hinata: You're welcome, too, Hime-kun♪ By the way, aren't you going to the summer festival?

Tori: Summer festival? You mean the festival the kid mentioned?

Tetora: Yeah. We're on our way there... And we also sent everyone a picture of the poster.

Tori: Hmmm... But... it's just a festival for commoners, right~?

Well, maybe I can go over there when I'm done with student council work. I'm still in the middle of my rounds of the school routes, and I don't know if I'll ever finish.

Hinata: Awh... You're busy. Good luck with your work, Hime-kun!

Tori: Yeah yeah, I'm going back to work, see you later.

Tetora: If Tori-kun is busy, I wonder if Shinobu-kun's busy too?

Hinata: He said he was working for the student council~ I've contacted them all, but they're all surprisingly busy...

Tetora: Umm~ Well, I'm sure someone will be there! It would be nice to meet some of them, right~?

< EPISODE 2 END >

Story: “Mizutama Pattern” [Youth is the Color of Summer]

Story by: 梅田千歳 (Happy Elements株式会社)

Characters in this Episode: Tetora, Hinata, Tori, child

Reminder: I did not create this story, but I translated it, so please refrain from reposting my translation on other social media platforms.

I apologize if there are any mistakes as well.

(Prev - All - Next) Thank you for reading!

#ensemble stars #enstars #tetora nagumo #hinata aoi #tori himemiya

[lily-janus]

Isn't It Love?

Summary: Janus tells his story about how he found out he was a-spec.

Characters: Janus focused, other sides mentioned towards the end.

Warnings: kissing and implied attempt at sex. Pretty sure that's it.

Word count: 1,560

Ahhhh so excited for this week I've been waiting for so long!! This is going to be kind of a multi chaptered fic in a sort if weird anthology format, each side will tell their story each day, starting with my top kin, Janus! Enjoy!

@aro-sides-week day 1 discovery

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“Hey um… Jan?” Cedric whispered in his ear as they cuddled together on the couch, watching a movie lazily.

“What is it dear?” Janus asked offhandedly, mostly focused on the movie, so much family drama, Janus has always been a sucker for those.

Cedric sighed, puasing the movie and sitting up, causing Janus to shiver slightly at the loss of his warmth pressed against his back. Curiously, Janus set up as well, turning to look his boyfriend in the eye.

Cedric smiled softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind Janus’ ear. “Gosh you’re so beautiful.” He said reverently.

Janus bit his lip, trying not to squirm uncomfortably at the gesture. He knows that’s what couples do, he’s supposed to like it, he will eventually, he loves Cedric. Janus smirked. “Was that so important that you had to stop the movie in the middle of the best part?” He asked and Cedric chuckeld.

“No, I wanted to talk to you about something, I was just distracted by your looks.” He explained.

“Can’t say I blame you.” Cedric chuckled again.

“Listen, I’m totally up for waiting for you to feel ready and comfortable with this for as long as you need.” He began, taking one of Janus’ hands and rubbing it gently. “But I just want to check since… well, it’s been more than a month.” He took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you?”

Janus nearly choked on his own spit, staring at Cedric with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I… I don’t… I’ve never…”

“I know, Janus, I know. Like I said, we can wait, there’s no rush okay? I just wanted to check cause, well, your lips are… Very tempting.” Cedric blushed slightly. He tried for a dramatic sigh. “But alas, looks like I’m just going to have to keep fantasizing about them, about the cute little gasp you’ll make from feeling your first kiss, the way your body will practically melt in my arms…” He recounted wistfully. “The wait will just make it feel all the more worth it.”

Janus did squirm at that, unable to shake the deep feeling of ‘wrongness’ of thinking of himself in these scenarios. But he loves Cedric, he does. Surely it feels wrong purely from his inexperience on the matter. Maybe timing isn’t the problem, he should just try it already so he’ll know how it feels. After all, everyone, including his beloved Cedric, says it feels amazing, so how bad can it be?

“...Yes.” He finally managed. Now it was Cedric’s turn to stare.

“What?”

“Yes, you can… You can kiss me.” Janus said, his stomach churning uncomfortably at the prospect. Cedric eyed him.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind waiting, I won’t enjoy it if you won’t.” Cedric hesitated.

Janus swallowed and then nodded. “I’m sure.”

At the reassurance, Cedric smiled, hand immediately reaching out to cup his cheek. Slowly, he leaned closer and closer until their lips connected in a quick peck, Cedric pausing for any signs that might indicate Janus not liking it.

Janus felt… Well he felt nothing. None of the immediate pleasure everyone keeps talking about and that he read about in countless books, and no disgust either, like he feared he might feel. Just… Nothing. Is that… is that normal? 

Seeing no distress signs from his boyfriend, Cedric surged forward for another kiss, a deeper, hungrier one. His tongue suddenly slips into Janus’ mouth, licking and exploring. And still, Janus didn’t feel any different, just curious at the new sensation. No pleasure nor disgust… Could it be because it’s just his first time? Maybe it takes time until you enjoy it, some getting used to… That makes sense right?

Cedric finally pulled back with a soft moan. “Wow, you taste better than I ever imagined, that was amazing! Did… did you like it?”

“I… guess I did!” He didn’t not like it at least…

Cedric smiled warmly before crashing their lips together in another kiss.

This is… This is fine, he can work with that, at least he's not hating it. He'll work his way up to liking it properly, everything will be fine, he's got it all under control.

…

He did not, in fact, had it all under control. Despite not hating it, Janus still didn't find pleasure in kissing his boyfriend, a fact that became harder to hide as time passed. He didn't gasp or moan at the action, he himself very rarely initiated the act, most times Cedric did and Janus did his best to seem as enthusiastic as him.

It became even more complicated when Cedric suggested they'll try sex if Janus is feeling comfortable with that and the same thing happened again when the action didn't spar any strong emotion in him, just an understanding that it's happening and it's new. But it wasn't enjoyable, it wasn't special or intimate to him, it just… was. Which was… harder, if not impossible, to hide.

"If you don't like it or don't want to do it you could just say so, I get that these things take time, it's fine. I just… I need you to talk to me, Janus." Cedric said after their first attempt.

"No! No, I like it!" He lied. "I do I… I'm just not… in the mood… right now. But I love you, I promise just… don't leave me." Janus pleaded.

Cedric blinked. "I… I never said I doubted that… is that what you think of me? That I'll just leave you just because you're different and take longer to be into this kind of staff? Janus, I keep telling you I don't mind waiting, we love each other, it'll happen when the time is right."

Janus looked away. "What if it doesn't? What if… What if I'm messed up and I'll never really want to do any of it because something inside of me is not right? What if you get bored or think I'm not interested in you and decide to leave and find someone better? You're so important to me, Cedric, I can't lose you." Janus sniffed, tears prinkling at the corners of his eyes.

"Wow, wow, hey." Cedric embraced him, his warmth rushing over Janus. "You won't lose me and there's nothing wrong with needing more time, you're not messed up, you're my Janus." He kissed his forehead tenderly.

Cedric was important to Janus, just not in the way that he thought. He cared for him, more than he cared about anyone else and loved hanging out with him. So, naturally, he thought he was in love with him. But as time went on and their relationship developed, Janus started to realize that, whatever strong feelings he had for Cedric, they weren't romantic, and they felt deeper than platonic.

But with that understanding, came the fear that, if he'll tell that to Cedric, he'll hurt him and Cedric will leave him, cause apparently Janus lied about his true feelings without him even realizing that, and that's not something forgivable, even for someone so patient and understanding as Cedric.

But one day, Janus was forced to face that reality. After they've been dating for almost two years, Cedric started to catch on that something was off. "Janus, do you… not love me anymore?"

Janus gulped. "Why would you even ask me that?"

Cedric sighed. "It just… feels like we're not on the same page most of the time… I can't help but feel like there's something you're not telling me." He took Janus' hand and cupped it between his own hands. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is I'm sure it's not as bad as you think, I just want to help."

Janus closed his eyes. "I can't… I can't tell you… I can't lose you."

"You won't lose me, I promise." He squeezed Janus' hand almost desperately.

Janus let out a deep sigh knowing he can't avoid it anymore… and really wishing he could. "I don't know… I know I care about you, a lot but… I'm starting to question if it's in a romantic sense."

Cedric let go of his hand. "Are you… are you trying to say you just like me as a friend?! After all this time?"

"No! Whatever this is it's deeper than friendship, I know it… it's just not romantic…" Janus fumbled to explain.

"Well what is it? Friendship or romance? There's no in between, Janus." Cedric insisted.

"There's gotta be! It's not friendship but it's not romance either, please, I need you to understand." Janus pleaded, this can't be happening, this was everything he feared… it can't be happening.

"I'm sorry, Janus, I don't understand." Cedric said quietly.

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"And we broke up shortly after that." Janus finally finished his story and everyone was quiet for a long moment. "That's when I realized something was different about me that, at the time, I thought was wrong. After Cedric left me I… I thought I'd never be truly happy again…"

He finally found the strength to look up and meet the room's occipance's eyes, they all looked at him with sadness and understanding. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you for sharing, Janus, I know it was hard. I'm glad you discovered us and decided to come to our meeting." Patton smiled at him. "Welcome to the aromantic community."

#sanders sides #janus sanders #aromantic #a-spec #arosidesweek #day 1 discovery #patton sanders #cw kissing #cw implied sex #Lily writes

[lucaalbertoadventures]

While exploring, Luca and Alberto find an eerie grotto...

Alberto: Hmm, this cave looks suspicious... Let's go inside!

Luca: Um, maybe we should stay out here instead. That cave doesn't seem very inviting.

A: Come on, Luca! There could be long-lost human treasure!

L: Well, Giulia did say that humans called pirates would hide their treasure in caves and other places...

A: See? And with that treasure, we can buy all the things we want, like... a whole bunch of gelato!

L: Oh, and books! Maybe even a big telescope!

A: Yeah! All right, let's go in and find that treasure!

L: Alberto, this cave is really dark, and there are strange sounds coming from that corner...

A: Luca, you're squeezing me really tight--

L: We won't run into dead bodies, will we?!

A: Hey, don't worry! Just stay close to me. With my muscles, I'll protect you from anything that even thinks of laying a finger on you!

L: O-oh, really? Alberto, that's very... Huh? What's that over there?

A: Over there...? Wait, that looks like a chest! Oooh, is the treasure inside? *clack, clack* Grr, it won't open.

L: Hmm, there's some kind of mechanism on it. If I turn this thing here... and then do this...? *click* Ah, it opened!

A: Whoa! That was amazing, Luca! And fast!

L: Eheh. Anyway, inside this chest is... a piece of paper?

A: Aww, no treasure? And I got my hopes up...

L: Hold on, there's something written here. Let's go outside and see what it says.

~~~~~~

L: The ink is a little faded, but it looks like a map.

A: A map? A map of what?

L: Let's see, there are some drawings here, and the arrow leads to... a chest filled with soldi!

A: Wait, really?! So this is a map to hidden treasure? Awesome!

L: And the starting point is really close by! Come on, Alberto, this way!

L: Okay, this looks like the spot!

A: Whoa, so many tall trees...

L: According to the map, we have to make our way past these four trees. Then once we reach this hill, we take the path towards the creek.

A: So all we have to do is follow these directions? Easy!

L: Hehe, this is getting exciting! Commence expedition, "Find the Treasure"!

A: That treasure is definitely gonna be ours! Lead the way, Luca!

L: After we turn this corner, we should come across three large boulders in a row, and then... Uh oh.

A: Huh? What's wrong?

L: There's a giant wooden fort in front of us, but there's no drawing of it on the map. And I don't see any boulders nearby. Did I make a wrong turn somewhere?

A: No, I don't think so... Look, all the wood on this fort doesn't seem that old. I'm betting this was built after the map was made.

L: If that's true, then the three boulders that used to be here must have been cleared away. But, without those rocks to guide us, how do we get to the next point?

A: Well, if we can't follow the map... then we'll just have to make our own path!

L: Make our own path...? Ah, Alberto! Where are you going?

A: Hahaha, come on, Luca! Grab hold of my hand!

L: Huh? Um, o-okay!

A: ... All right, we're here!

L: Oh! This is the riverbank. I didn't realize we were this close to it.

A: I noticed there was a river when I looked at the map earlier. If we use the river as our new checkpoint, we could draw out an alternate route to the treasure!

L: So this was what you meant by making our own path?

A: Yeah, just until we find our way back to the main trail. Think we can do it?

L: Yes, I think so...! If we reorient the map according to the direction of the river, it lines up with the cliff over there. From here, if we travel past this bridge and reconnect with the map's trail, the next step should be...

A: ... At those group of trees, on the other side of the river!

L: It looks like expedition "Find the Treasure" is back in operation!

A: Woo hoo! Let's go swim our way across! Full speed ahead!

L: We made it to the other side... Look, the trees we saw on the map are here!

A: Great! Only a few more stops until we finally reach the treasure! Ooh, it's so close, I can almost taste all the gelato flavors I'm gonna buy!

L: Alberto, um, before we go... I want to thank you for helping me when I got stuck with the map. We wouldn't have gotten this far if you hadn't thought of using the river as a guide.

A: Luca... Hey, don't forget--you were the one who figured out how to open that chest and got the map. You navigated us through every turn, and even got us back on track. Remember: you and me, we can do anything!

L: ... Right! Thanks, Alberto.

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L: ... I think we're almost there. The final stop is just beyond those branches!

A: This is it! Ready, Luca?

L: Yes! Let's go, Alberto!

A: No way...

L: I can't believe it... The treasure... It's all here...

A: We... We did it... We actually did it! We found the hidden treasure!!!

L: The treasure's all ours!

A: Yahooooo!

L: Wooo! Hahaha!

Fine

~~~

L: Um, Alberto, how are we going to carry all this treasure on the Vespa?

A: ... Uh oh

#pixar luca #luca #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #disneyland #toy photography #figure photography

[mbabol]

howwow night

finally. defeated soulmaster. jesus christ. i hated him. closest thing i felt to despair in this game

erm i only went that way to the city also bc npc told me i should get my weapon upgraded before i challenge mantislords. so i did. where am i gonna find ore btw

mantislords honestly ngl felt so much better than soulmaster. soulmaster made me wanna commit violence. mantislords made sense.

THE MANTISES ACCEPT ME NOW........THEY DONT ATTACK ME WTH

i havent even been able to keep up with the lore stuff. um. i didnt go into the deep nest yet bc i wanted to unlock the areas i could go with slam.

got lost trying to find the crystal slam spot and ended up getting into the caves thru some other bullshit path.

got EXTREMELY lost as a result, i hate thise flying crystal bugs btw

get so lost i fall into the burial mounds somehow (?)

DREAM VISION? I WAS RIGHT AGAIN THERES THREE GUYS AND A MAIN ONE. WHY ARE THEY HERE ? I WAS SO SCARED THAT I WOULD HAVE TO FIGHT

i was so impatient btw to get out that when the dream sequence wnded and i was supposed to follow the appearing steps i literally kept jumping off my platform before the steps could form. i did that like four times before i gave up and just waited to see what would maybe happen

SO THATS WHAT RHOSE WEIRDO TREES ARE FOR <- dream nail

i somehow make my way back to the crystal caves after all this. i hate most of these puzzles. i REALLYYYY hated the crusher puzzles. i legitimatelt thought i wouldnt be able to finish those

i did tho.

i think i finished most of the crystal caves....? i got the crystal power dash so. yeah

caterpillar grandpa gave me a grub charm !

went back to the city of tears dont rmember why. exploring. i opened sewers the first time around but didnt go in bc it was dark. went in with the firefly lamp thing i bought. its horrifying down there.

THE MOBS IN THE SEWERS WERE SO CREEPYYYYYY UGHHHH I HATED IT !!!

the sounds they made wrre so unpleasant i honestly need to go back to finish exploring bc i mightve missed loot. i defeated the sewer boss tho one try hell yeah

oh yeah i died like five times in the crystal caves

i lost money once too.

found kings station......intriguing. also the poor little rich citizen zombies. i feel so bad abt the one who runs away. am i the bad guy? ive got a couple more cutscenes and plaques that suggest that i might be

OH YEAH I KNOW NOW so it seems like someone called the hollow knight sacrificed themselves to contain the orange plague in some way. it doesnt look very contained to me, but idk if that means it didnt work or if this is the best they can do actually and its just not spreading further. so i assume the hollow knight like. holds it somehow. in their body. which im wondering if i will end up doing in the end. bc. from the early game comment. i might be a little bit hollow myself.

the ghosties also said something like fhe plague is coming back...? do we need to renew the seal or somethng? i knew it wasnt really working as planned

um also i challenged the red guy in the burial grounds. he also wasnt too bad especialg when i figured out he cant get me when im healing underneath rhe platform. so. he also said some strange things. why did he attack the king? why was it assumed i would also attack the king? i thought the king was providing me soul? why provide soul if he isnt benevolent? what would i gain from fighting him? questions wuestions

im also trying so hard to save these grubs I HAD TO GO IN A TOMB FOR ONE. RHERE WERE GROSS MUMMY MOBS !!! IT WAS DISGUSTING THE SOUNDSSS THEY MADE

uh also somewhere in fungal mounds or whatever its called theres a crying person but i cant figure out how to get to them to talk lol

theres also some puzzles that i couldnt figure out that i might retry. acid is somehow my worst enemy still

i have so many rancid eggs now. why am i collecting thwm ?

#HK

[hawkinshell-fire]

TITLE

Eddie "The Freak" Munson

SUMMARY

Y/N just moved to Hawkins. Its the middle of the school year and almost spring break. You're not expected to find friends as you never fit in.

WORD COUNT : 1148

Chapter 5: Alone

"Oh sorry I should of warned you," You say looking down at your feet.

"Oh it's no problem it just means I get spend more time aloooone with you," He says sing songy,

You quickly brush off what he says. Sitting down next to your stack of boxes. Eddie comes and sits next to you. A little too close. You feel his cold leather jacket brushing up against your skin. Giving you cold chills. It makes your face heat up again. What is happening to you?

He grabs down a box, " So where does all this stuff go?" He asks.

"Um I'm not sure I'll have to find a place. I didn't really think anything through," You reply going to grab the box out of his hands to see the contents. Your hands brush against each other making your face flush even more. Your entire body is tingling at this point. You look up to him. He's so much taller than you. You're staring in to each others eyes. It's happening just like it did in your dream. You're hoping it finishes that way too. Without the waking up part. You can feel it happening. You know it is. You don't want to stop it. So you don't. He puts his hand on the back of your head. Pulling you closer. You can feel his breath.

"Y/N can I kiss you?" He asks. You feel every breath with his words.

"Please Eddie," You reply raspy.

"Mhhm," You hear.

He closes in, his lips are so close now. You feel them brushing yours. Almost like he's teasing you. Then finally his warm lips crash into yours. You feel his lips moving. Exploring yours. His warm breath fills your mouth. It tastes of cigarettes. You're entire body is on fire. Itching for more. Your hands have found their way into his long curly hair. Wrapping his curls around your fingers. You let a little moan escape by accident. He pulls away as he hears it.

"We should stop. I don't want to take it too far," He says.

You both are breathing extremely heavy.

"I really enjoyed that Y/N," Eddie says still looking in your eyes.

I did too," You tell him.

You lean back in for another kiss. But all of a sudden you hear a car approaching.

"Shit!" You scream.

What! What's Wrong? Eddie says back panicked now.

"My mom is home! She's not supposed to be here!" You exclaim.

"OOOH Y/N does your mom not know you have a boy here. While she's gone?" He replies teasingly.

"No Eddie She doesn't, Hurry up get in the closet," You say pulling him up, and pushing him in your closet.

"What a bad girl," He says as you close the closet.

You here the door open.

"Y/N where are you? Are you home?" Your mom asks.

" Yeah mom, I'm upstairs unpacking," You say to her as a box falls off the shelf in the closet.

"Shit," You whisper to yourself.

"What was that?" Your mom says and you can hear her coming up the steps.

"Shit shit shit," You keep repeating to yourself.

She steps into your room.

"I just dropped a box , mom.' You say to her trying to play it off.

"Y/N there's no box on the floor," She replies. "Anyway I just forgot my lunch. So I'm gonna go grab it." She continues as she scans your room.

"Okay mom Love You, Bye," You tell her as she walks out.

You wait until you hear her car drive off again before going to the closet that Eddie is hiding in. You open it to find Eddie standing there with your stuff laying all around him.

"Sorry about that," He says giving you puppy dog eyes.

"It's okay Eddie, but that was a close one," You reply back.

"Well Y/N maybe you shouldn't hide random boys in your closet." Eddie says poking at your sides.

"Oh shut it Munson, help me clean this up," You say back pushing his hands away.

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After the close call with your mom you and Eddie get back to unpacking boxes. You're nearly done and not once has he tried kissing you again. You really hope it wasn't a one time thing. He did say he enjoyed it. Right? So why wouldn't he try for more?

As you guys get down to your last box you're really losing hope he'll kiss you again.

"So princess what are we doing tomorrow?" Eddie asks as he's putting away some of your stuff on a shelf.

"What do you mean Eddie?" You ask him. You weren't planning on doing anything tomorrow.

" I just don't want to be away from you," He says pulling you in close again.

Your heart starts racing. Here we go exactly what you want.

" Eddie," You start to say before you feel his lips on yours. You feel your stomach doing flips. His lips are moving fluidly against yours. His kiss is getting more intense. You can feel him nibbling at your bottom lip. This time it's you who pulls away.

" I just thought maybe I could take you out on a proper date?" Eddie asks you.

"Of coarse Eddie, I want to spend everyday of break together," You say back to him.

Okay, Great! I'll pick you up at Seven Thirty," Eddie says and you can hear the joy in his voice.

"But for now you'd better go," You glance at your clock. It says Nine O'clock. "My Mom should be home again soon, and this time you might have to stay in the closet," You poke at his chest.

To your surprise it's actually kind of muscular.

" Walk me out," He says looking at you.

You both make your way down the steps. As you make it to the door Eddie begins to open it. He abruptly turns around to steal one last kiss. It was just quick and short. Almost like a peck, but it's enough for you. He turns back around and heads to his van. You stand in your doorway watching him drive away.

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When your mom gets home you're laying in your bed. She comes up the steps.

"Hey Y/N how did today go? Oh wow I didn't expect you to finish. Especially all by yourself," She says staring at you now.

Oh shit she knows someone was here. Play it cool.

"Yeah mom I just wanted to get it done. I was tired of my room looking a mess," You says back not looking at her.

"Okay," She says. As she starts to turn away.

"Oh hey mom, I'm going to be out tomorrow night, I'm going out with a friend," You call behind her.

She doesn't turn around, "That's great sweetie, Sorry I'm just really tired," She yawns as she walks to her room.