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rorywritesjunk · 5 months

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. There’s 3 new characters thrown in because why not? Future Wife gets a name as well! A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. I just started on the 4th chapter but I’m excited to write it out! I had fun with the original fic and decided to write the prequel to how they met. Enjoy!

Also I have to go back to chapter 5 of my Kid Buggy fic since they talk most about their relationship beginnings in there, oops. I also wanted to write Buggy as the sort of "I'm a smooth operator until I'm not". And the Future Wife gets named in this chapter because I decided she needed a name.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 3

You saw him again a month later. He really was popping by for every little thing now, and this time was no different. You were working on a dress for a customer while the girls were ironing and hemming other orders. When Buggy burst into the shop he paused for a brief moment when he saw you before marching up to the counter where your boss waited.

“What now?” She demanded. Buggy glared at her but he held his ground, not backing down from her.

“I… need something fixed.” He said, glancing in your direction briefly before pointing to his shoes. “My socks.”

“We don’t mend socks.” Your boss told him firmly. “Throw them out and get new ones.”

“You can’t fix them?!” He exclaimed. Miss Pins shook her head. Buggy took a deep breath, looking as though he was trying to think of something else. “Well, can you-”

“I can darn the socks.” You told him as you set your needle and thread down. Your boss glared at you, trying to tell you to sit down and stop helping this guy without speaking a word but you chose to ignore her. You pushed your chair back from the table and smiled at him. “But I’ll only do it if they’re washed. I assume you’re wearing them right now?”

Buggy turned red and looked away from you as he nodded. You chuckled softly and shook your head as you stood up. “Okay, come with me. Let’s get you taken care of.”

Your boss and coworkers watched as the pirate followed after you to the backroom like a little puppy follows his owner. Miss Pins was going to have words with the both of you about this: he needed to stop coming around and you needed to stop being nice to him. He wasn’t some stray you needed to keep feeding. He was a damn pirate who needed to get back on his ship and sail away. While it wasn’t uncommon for the shop to have repeat customers, he was a thorn in Miss Pins side since he first showed up. She did not like him one bit and she did not like the way he looked at you.

You had Buggy sit down and remove his shoes while you got the washing bin ready. Since one of the services was to clean customers' clothes for them, you saw no reason why you wouldn’t wash his socks before mending them. Buggy said nothing as he removed his socks and held them out to you, but you grabbed a bowl and had him set them in there. He frowned but did as you asked before leaning forward in his seat, watching you as he tried to tuck his feet under the chair.

“I never know when to expect you, Captain.” You told him as you mixed the cleaning solution into the bin. Once it was ready you grabbed the bowl and tossed his socks into the soapy water. “But I enjoy the surprise of you showing up.”

“Well, I have things that need to be mended.” He shot back as he turned red. It wasn’t like he was coming here on purpose to have you fix his things. “And this is the only place that caters to pirates and does a decent job.”

You glanced at him with a smile as you added a small agitator into the bowl, stirring up the water and socks to get them clean. “I’m glad you chose us then, Captain.”

“Buggy.” He mumbled, looking down at his feet. You frowned, not hearing him at first but he cleared his throat and spoke a little louder. “You can call me Buggy.”

“Oh.” You looked back at the water that was getting dirtier with each agitation. Calling him by his first name was a little personal. “Okay.”

“I… never learned your name.” He continued to mumble, looking incredibly uncomfortable and unsure of himself right then.

“That’s because I never told you.” Was your response as you pulled the socks from the water to wring them out. You set them aside and dumped the dirty water before refilling the tub with fresh water.

“Well, what’s your name then?” Buggy asked. “What should I call you?”

You winked at him and went back to cleaning the socks. “Whatever you want to call me, Buggy.”

He felt a small surge of courage right then as he now leaned back in his chair with a smirk. The chair tilted backwards, resting on two legs while the other two were inches off the ground. “Can I call you Babe?”

The courage left as soon as it arrived because you turned to look at him, face unreadable, and he lost his balance and tipped the chair backwards with him in it, his legs flying up and over, his torso separating from his body and landing beside him.

You just stared at him in shock for a moment before rushing over to grab his legs. This… was weird. Very weird. His body seemed to snap back together and he stared at you in horror. Was this something pirates were able to do, separate their body parts like that?

“Are you okay?” You managed to ask. “Buggy, your body-”

“I’m fine!” He snapped as he pulled away from you, embarrassed by what you saw. He didn't want you to see that, not yet when he was trying to get to know you. “Don’t to-”

You took his hat off his head and set it aside, ignoring his temper as you touched his head, feeling for any bumps from the fall. His entire body went rigid, eyes wide, almost fearful as you cupped his cheeks, looking into his eyes. You were just checking for injury, maybe a concussion from the tumble, but then you smiled with relief.

“You didn’t hit your head too hard it seems.” You said as you started to pull your hands back, but he grabbed you and your eyes widened when you saw his hands on your wrists but with no arms attached to them. “Buggy, are you okay?”

“What’s all this noise?” Miss Pins demanded as she came into the back, Livia and Edith following behind her. “I swear, if you two are fu-”

She stopped when she saw the two of you: Buggy on the ground with you kneeling over him with disembodied hands on your wrists. At least Buggy had the mind to look embarrassed by the situation while you just smiled at your boss as you explained what happened.

“Chair tipped back and he took a tumble, but he’s okay.” You told her as his hands returned to his arms. “Sorry if we were loud.”

Everything was okay for a moment, but you and Buggy both saw Livia lean over to Edith and not so quietly whisper, I guess his nose is real since it stayed on when he fell.

What if it’s glued on? Edith whispered back. I still think it's fake. No one has a nose like that.

He has a nose like that. Livia grinned as she glanced in his direction. I bet it honks.

Buggy didn’t even have the chance to react because you were scolding the teenagers for him; even Miss Pins had her arms crossed and was giving the apprentices both a look.

“Don’t talk about his nose, you two!” You snapped at them, friendly demeanor gone and replaced with a fierce protectiveness, startling the two of them and even Buggy. “Honestly! Apologize for being rude now! I cannot believe you both!”

“But-” Livia started to say but Edith cut her off.

“You’re not in charge!” The other teen exclaimed, looking up at Miss Pins. “He’s been nothing but rude to us since he first came here! Why do we have to be nice to him?”

“Because he’s a paying customer.” Miss Pins told her. “And he’s never been rude to you two, just me and Sunny, so you two apologize to the Captain now.”

The two looked at their caretaker before reluctantly looking back at Buggy. With the way you were glaring at them they knew they needed to apologize or else. The look of absolute fury in your eyes terrified them more than Buggy’s behavior had so far.

“I’m sorry.” They both said before you pointed to the door.

“Go clean the kitchen and start dinner, both of you.” You ordered. “You’ll also clean the kitchen again tonight after dinner.” You shook your head and sighed. “I’m so disappointed in the two of you.”

Livia and Edith’s jaws dropped and they looked at Miss Pins once more. She nodded in agreement with what you were saying. At this point she trusted you (kind of) to make certain decisions, and speaking about a customer like that in front of him was grounds for punishment. Both left the room, grumbling about it being unfair.

“Fix his socks and then he leaves, understand?” Miss Pins said. “And be quieter in here.”

You nodded, swallowing heavily as you tried to calm yourself down. It wasn’t often you got angry like that, but you were upset for him that they would say that in front of him like that. Your hands were shaking as you stood up, reaching out to pull him to his feet. He reluctantly allowed help, but as soon as he got to his feet he turned to head to the door but you held onto his hand.

“Buggy, wait.”

“What?!” He snapped as he turned to face you, cheeks burning from embarrassment. You were just a tailor, a shopgirl, you had no business being nice to him apart from getting paid for it. He didn’t need you coming to his defense when people made comments about his appearance, it happened enough that he always handled it with yelling and violence. No one ever apologized, and yet you had the two do it.

“I’m sorry.” You told him, giving his hand a squeeze. “They shouldn’t have said those things.”

Buggy stared at you for a moment. His brain was going a million miles a minute as he processed your words, the way you were looking at him with those kind eyes that minutes before were full of absolute fury. He felt your warmth through his gloved hand and he wondered if he should take it off so he could feel how soft your skin was. There was a brief flicker of familiarity of your words, but he couldn’t recall ever hearing someone say that before to him. It must have happened in a dream.

He finally jerked out of your grasp and grabbed his boots and hat before storming out of the backroom. Miss Pins looked up as he walked through the shop, eyebrow raised as she saw him carrying his boots, but she said nothing. Maybe he would finally stop coming around and being a nuisance after all this.

Except he would need to come back for his socks.

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 10 months

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An Americano Please PT. 6

Words: 1400

Y/N's POV:

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous to meet Jenna's friends. What if I fuck up? What if I'm accidentally a little rude? Or what if they all around don't like me?

God I sound like a teenager meeting their partner's parents for the first time.

I really enjoy spending time with Jenna, though, and I don't want her friends not liking me to mess that up.

My phone pings with a text from Nessa.

Nessa😝

Girl, pull your shit together and get your

ass into that pizza shop. No I'm not stalking

you, I just know you well enough by now.

OK fine.

I timidly step into the store, the warm scent of baking pizza wafting around me.

"Y/N, over here!" I can hear Jenna exclaim, waving me over to her table. She's sitting with a few other people.

"These are my castmates, Emma, Joy, Georgie, and Hunter. Castmates, this is Y/N," Jenna excitedly introduces us.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys," I smile, waving stupidly.

"Nice to meet you too," Joy says kindly, "Jenna's told us to much about you."

I can see Jenna hide her face from me a little.

"Oh really, what's she said?" I ask innocently.

"Just how pretty, funny and kind-" Emma starts.

"Hey, have you guys seen that new baking show with the engineers?" Jenna interrupts. Darn it, I really wanted to know where Emma was going with that.

"No, none of us have the time to do that," Georgie laughs, "I'm surprised you do, honestly."

"No I watched it before we got here," she says quickly.

"So," Hunter starts, immediately way better at changing the subject, "What are some cool sites around Romania I should check out. I have a lot more free time on my hands with this show because I don't have to learn new hobbies, so I wanna get to know the area."

"Oh, well Jenna can tell you I'm an amazing tour guide," I start, "You have got to go to Bran castle, after all, it's said to be the home of Dracula. In reality, it was just a castle that Vlad Dracul once went to, but Bran Castle is the place Bram Stoker based Dracula's castle off of. So that makes it pretty cool."

"That's so cool, I'll have to take Naomi with me," he grins, "thanks for the recommendation."

"Oh yeah, perfect for her because you know, who she plays," Emma winks, "Sorry, we can't share a lot of details with cast outsiders," she says sadly.

"We'd love to share more, but we're under legal agreements," Joy adds.

"I totally get it," I say, feeling the slightest bit left out, but otherwise enjoying myself.

"Hey, so what's the deal with queer acceptance around here?" Hunter asks quietly, "because I want to propose to my boyfriend when he comes to visit in a few months but I don't know how publicly I can do that."

"Oh my god you're gonna propose?!" everyone at the table shrieks, all congratulating him individually.

"I'd like to, but I just need to know from a local," he says, looking to me.

"So, people do have the right to discriminate against you for being queer, and you certainly can't do the actual wedding here, but most people in Busteni aren't that homophobic. And I'm a queer person, so I'd say I'm a pretty good source," I tell him, "I'd say the worst outcome is if it's in front of tourists, because you never know what they'll do."

"Thank you so much," he tells me, "you're awesome."

"Glad I can help," I say happily. So at least one of her friends likes me.

"So, Y/N, how long have you lived in Romania?" Joy asks.

"About three years now," I answer truthfully.

"Wow, so you came at sixteen?"

"Yeah," I say, eager to change the subject, "so how are you guys liking Romania so far?"

"People can definitely tell we're not from here," Emma giggles, "I mean, not speaking Romanian is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at being able to tell just from the language you speak," I laugh, "I only get away with it because I grew up speaking it."

"Woah, so you grew up bilingual?" Emma questions.

"Yeah, my mom grew up in Romania and my dad went to college here, so they both would speak it with me when I was a kid," I explain.

"Oh that's cool."

The rest of the night goes pretty similarly, all of us getting to know one another. I learn that Jenna used to autopsy little animals like the true Wednesday she is, which I found hilarious. I learned that Emma had to go to a werewolf bootcamp to get better at stunts. They were all such interesting people.

By the end of the night I think they actually might not hate me! Success.

"Hey, Y/N, can I walk you home?" Jenna asks.

"Sure," I smile. The rest of the group exchange looks, and file out of the pizza shop.

"I think my friends like you," she tells me as we get up from out seats.

"You do?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah, they wouldn't have talked to you as much as they did if they didn't."

"Well in any case, I'm glad they're okay with me," I laugh.

"Yeah, me too," she smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning her head on the side of my arm as we walk down the street. It's fully dark out, and the only thing lighting the street up are the old gas powered street lamps. Oh my god I hope she can't see my blush. She's so adorable.

"I was so worried they were gonna hate me," I confess after a few minutes of silence.

"Why would they do that?" she asks, "you're a lovely person." Hearing her say that melts my heart. She thinks I'm a lovely person!

"I'm glad you think that, but I don't think everyone shares that opinion."

"Well they're stupid, but in any case, thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight. My friends really wanted to meet you."

"Yeah, I bet it's because you told them how pretty funny and kind I was," I tease her. I can just barely see the blush on her face under the soft glow of the street lamps.

"I can't believe she told you I said that," she shakes her head.

"Oh so you did say it," I inquire.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she confesses. Wow, I can't believe she really thinks all that about me.

"Well what else did you tell them?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"Such as?"

"W-well you know, the things you tell your friends when you like someone," she starts, "like what we say to each other, or the jokes we have. Or what we do when we hang out. You know, that stuff." Oh my god, she likes me. Like, likes me likes me,

"So you like me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I like you!" she all but shouts, "your sense of humor is amazing, you're beautiful, you don't judge me for anything I say or do, and you always want to hear what I have to say." Well what do I even say to that? Saying I like you too feels cheesy and like something a child would say.

We've come to a stop now, right outside my apartment. We're only inches apart, her beautiful brown eyes glistening in the light.

"Please say something, Y/N," she says quietly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly. She exhales in relief before nodding intently.

I cup her cheek, bringing our lips together. It feels like fireworks are going off with my stomach. She wraps her arms around my waist. I never realized kissing someone could feel this right. I can taste the tropical chapstick on her soft lips, and smell her subtle perfume.

What feels like both an eternity or also less than a second later, we pull away, both smiling.

"So I'll see ya for coffee tomorrow?" she asks.

"You can count on it," I smile. She pulls me into an embrace, burying her head in my shoulder. We stay like that peacefully for a minute, swaying in the wind.

"I have an early start tomorrow, so I should get home now," she tells me.

"Aww okay. I understand. Well, good night gorgeous," I quickly lean down to kiss her again. Her smile widens.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she blows me a kiss before walking off.

Wow. What a night.

A/N: I know Y/N is supposed to be mostly customizable, but I swear the thing with the parents WILL make sense later! love u guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter:)

Random Notes:

- I'm not making up that the lipstick jenna used on the set of Wednesday was in fact made from tropical fruit.

- Eidolon is actually a real pizza place in Busteni.

- I spent HOURS on the tour chapter learning about places in Busteni. Finding the places on SnapMap, reading their reviews, and cross referencing the information. I also spent a while learning about Romanian geography. Romanians, I'm so sorry if I'm not doing your country the justice it deserves.

- A lot of the laws around queer people in Romania are less than progressive, but being queer in itself is legal.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

Note: this one is a bit longer than I anticipated!

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You have everything neatly tucked into a box for your delivery. You're anxious, more so to get it done and over with, than to meet the demanding buyer. Your mother finishes up and hurries you to get ready. You can’t help but take your time.

You bring another box, this one full of parcels to be sent out. After dropping those off, you’re back in the car hug the last order in your lap. Your mother pulls into the lot, just behind the garden center outside, now selling wreaths and pine trees in lieu of the season bulbs and petals.

You get out and check your phone. Your mom comes around to read over your shoulder. You keep an arm around the box as you lean it against the car. You bring up your Etsy messages.

‘Think I got here early. In the garden center checking out the garlands.’

“Oh, great,” your mother says, “we won’t have to waste too much time.”

“Mhmm,” you agree and bring your other arm around the box, pressing your phone to it as you follow her.

She doesn’t wait as she walks along the wall of the garden centre and dips through the door. You catch up inside, nearly bouncing off of her as you hold the box ahead of you. She squeals and points out a shelf of ornaments made of pine cones. You humour her with a smile and hum.

“Those are cute, mom, but we’re not here to shop,” you huff as you peer around.

That woman in the patchwork jacket looks like a farmer. She has the square jaw of a real hard lady. You know she’d probably best you in any physical combat. You meet her eye, tilting her head in question, ‘are these your crochet goods? Huh? Did you make me come all the way down here?’

She frowns and quickly turns away. Alright, not her but you’ve definitely creeped her out. You glance back at your mom as she ogles the ornaments. You wonder how she manages to work from home effectively.

“Excuse me, uh, SashayCrochet? Um, I think that’s for me?” A voice draws you back to face the rows of trees and hanging wreaths. You almost fall over as you recognize the man approaching you. No flipping way. “Hey,” he points at you in a similar epiphany.

“Uh, Farmer’s Delight?” You grimace.

“That’d be me,” he smiles. He’s wearing the same tan jacket, you note the stain by the pocket, “thanks for meeting me here.”

“Uh huh,” you squint at him. What a gosh dang diddly darn coincidence this is. “Here, everything’s there. Have a good day.”

“Oh, wow,” he sputters as you push the box against his stomach, slowly placing his hands on the corners. “Do you mind if I check to make sure or–”

You hold back a sneer. You can’t believe this. You had a bad feeling all along. You somehow don’t think this is fate. You think this guy has a problem. Why would he needs a lady’s magenta cap and matching mitts?

“Honey,” your mom finally catches on to the scene behind her, “oh, is this him?”

“Um, hello,” the weirdo smiles at her, “yeah, uh, it’s me. Cole.”

He offers his hand as he shifts the box under his arm. Your mother shakes his hand and nearly vibrates in excitement. She loves finding a new mark for her unending small talk. They deserve each other.

“Cole, that’s such a cute name,” she rescinds her hand, holding it over her chest coyly, “matches you well.”

“Mom,” you growl, raising your chin defiantly at Cole the creep, “I included an invoice so you can see everything’s there. Go ahead and check, we have things to do.”

“Honey, don’t be so rude,” your mother chides, “so, Cole, you live on a farm?”

He sets the box down on the corner of a table and shuffles through the contents. You stay where you are as your mom steps closer. You wonder if she sees the silver in his beard and just thinks that’s some festive touch. He’s ancient.

“Yeah, my parents’ place. I help out. As much as I can.”

“Oh, wow, I always dreamt of living out in the country but I’m too much of a busy body. The city is where I belong,” she preens, “but my daughter, she’s loves being at home. Don’t you, honey?” She beckons to you but you don’t move. “Spends all her time making this stuff,” she motions to the box.

“It’s very nice,” he says as he admires the beret style cap, “good handiwork. Talented.”

“Yes, a good hobby,” your mom insists, “not so useful as working the field, I’m sure.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I guess, but it takes all sorts.” He lifts the box up again, “my mother is going to love all this. Her birthday’s just around the corner and I didn’t really wanna walk in with another gift store teddy bear.”

“Too sweet,” your mom chimes, “any mother would be so lucky. Honey, get over here.” She reaches back blindly and grabs your arm, forcing you up next to her, “she always makes me something pretty for the holidays but you can only really have so many socks and scarfs.”

“Mom,” you snarl again, glowering at Cole as amusement dimples in his cheek.

“Actually, uh, I was just coming from the market. I have a booth there. I sell plants, so, uh, I have some in my car. If you wanna have a look. You can have one for free… some probably won’t last that much longer,” he suggests.

“Oh, plants! I love plants. And with this weather, everything’s so grey,” your mother trills. “We’d love to have a look.”

You almost hiss at her again but you don’t want to argue, not in front of this man. He smiles and leads her out of the garden center. You trail behind reluctantly. Your mother glances over her shoulder and snaps her fingers at you. You come up behind her and lean in close.

“Mom,” you whisper, “do you really think we should follow this stranger to his car?”

“Stranger? He’s so nice.”

“You said two words to each other.”

“Don’t be so cynical,” she snaps back, lowering her voice as she talks out the side of her mouth, "he's gorgeous."

He takes her to a pale blue truck and opens the back door, he tucks the box on the floor and steps back, gesturing to the back seat. You furrow your brow at your mom. She is easy pickings.

“You can have a look. Mostly cacti,” he shrugs.

“Don’t mind if I do,” your mom steps up and peeks into the back seat.

You can see the edge of a cardboard tray as she moves around the small pots. You stay a few feet back and cross your arms. Cole edges towards you.

“I guess… we’re running into each other so I can apologise,” he says, keeping his voice notably low, “about the bookstore.”

“Huh, bookstore? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m being nice. I just wanna make it up for you. Why don’t you take a plant too?”

“I don’t have much of a green thumb. I’d rather knit my plants,” you sneer.

“You mean crochet,” he corrects you. You look at him sharply and he lifts his brows plaintively, “I’m learning, see?”

“Mom,” you put your hand up as if to say ‘talk to the hand’ and block him out, “hurry up. We gotta grab that thing for dad. Remember?”

“Great, I’m heading inside too,” Cole says, “they have some sod in stock and I need some chicken wire.”

“I like this one,” you mother shows a prickly cactus with a little red cushion on top, “and wonderful, you might know what this is,” she fishes out her phone with her free hand, “something for the sink. My husband sent me a link…”

You die a little as your mother shows him the web page. Of course she can’t just let him go. She can’t let you get out of this. She thinks this guy with his dumb blue eyes and sandy brown hair is some sort of Prince Charming.

“Maybe I’ll just wait in the car,” you say.

“Oh, honey, don’t be silly, it’s too cold for that.”

Cole looks at her phone, “oh, I know exactly where those are. One sec.”

He shuffles past her to shut his truck door. You glare at your mom but she doesn’t notice, she’s completely enamored with this tall hunk of weirdo. Whatever, you’ll have to sneak away and hide in the pet section and daydream about the puppy you never got.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #special interest #series #ghosted #drabble #au #bookstore au

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theflyindutchwoman · 5 months

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God, shut up. Don't. It's nothing. No, it's something. Okay, we had a 2-11 at a petting zoo. All of the animals got loose. So, we -- we nab our suspect, get him back to the shop, and that's where we find -- Gerald the goat. He is so cute. And he's sitting in Lucy's seat. Well, because I forgot that I had rolled down the -- the window. You know, who knew goats could jump? Look, she tries to talk him out of the shop, but it's a goat, right? So, she spends five minutes making goat noises at this thing. Yes, he called me "goat whisperer" for all of last February. It was great. The darn thing never moved. Oh, you know, we finally had to call animal control. It's funny. ↬CHENFORD MOMENTS | 4.12 - The Knock

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #4.12 #The Rookie Diary - Chenford Moments

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lizaluvsthis · 3 months

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SMG4: CEO OF RIZZ

To where you needed an alternative title, "Boopkins needs some Rizz"

Person: Hey L- *gets crushed by a piano*

HGG OKAY.... SO... first off I just WOKE up. And our usual spot again is that the coffee shop keeps appearing in the episodes.

(Cough- Brewing Romance is still on the line so when you keep seeing the coffee shop getting shown by the episodes, you'll be darned to not stop thinking about Brewing Romance...)

Three and kaizo are shown, which made it very clear that some of us headcanon three as an uncle and kaizo as the nephew XD

So boopkins has a date with this famous girl and three helps boopkins get his rizz in order to achieve his restaurant getting popular.

No... NO... NOOOOOOOO PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS JUST A COINCIDENCE... PLEASE DEAR GOD- I JUST REDREW THIS MORDETWI MEME... IS THIS A F-CKING MESSAGE?

TELL ME THIS IS A COINCIDENCEEEEE *shakes the person who put it there on purpose*

I noticed the igloo...

... LUKE- LUKEEEEEEE????????????

HOW THE HELL DID I PREDICT THIS JUST BY DRAWING THREE WEARING THE CASINO OUTFIT-

There is just no way... @shygirl4991 SHAY... SHAYYYYYYY?????? THEY KNOW.... THEY'VE SEEN...

Thus... the western hat worn by four still remains there...

I somehow found this one very interesting, I mean- I wouldnt be a shock if it's miku already. Since somehow it's boopkins, and the girl he'd been the one to date are something from fictional stuffs. I never guessed miku but I guessed that it was some anime related.

Then we get- to see this...its a side to side comparisson of how four and three act alot like this when they needed something.

Here comes the begging strategy... so if you put two and two together, they ended up giving them what they wanted with the same "fine" to make that person shut up.

This also leads to how three is never that much aware that his actions in public is drawn attention that he is less destructful and is in his soft side.

Like how he did the same in SMG4 during that time before they both got stuck on an elevator? Three gave him a chance to stop his whining ass. Like he didn't even argue or straight up complained to the blue man, he just basically gave him what he wanted.

This portrays the same thing Miku does as she goes back and returns to the date she has with boopkins.

It'd be a shock if I were to say I weren't that much very cultured on anime stuff but Umaru used to be my favorite childhood show.

Its funny that miku has interests on being a fan of other animes since again- miku is a vocaloid character who sings songs out on public.

When boopkins gave out his moral lesson about "just you being you" and "you dont have to change who you are even tho you're not that much of a gigachad" or sh-t

Because we have three- WHO IS DEFINITELY DONE WITH HIS CRAP- I wouldn't be suprised to this honestly- we already know how SMG3 reacts when boopkins is there, and even with those comments about how he has beef with him about "boopkins bein a loser, he really thinks he's part of the crew"

We pretty much understand how Three isn't a much fan on fiction anime stuff or is even a weeb. Just by looks of Boopkins, he's the one who shows as an openly hearted and a very generous, loyal, kindest creature to have.

But three thinks it's a sh-t because no one else is perfect and that this doesnt matter too much at all to him since EVERYONE is broken enough already.

Which defines him as the emo person in question:

"What the hell is the meaning of life, when you know nothing ever changes shit with where we all still suffered?"

Three is just so desparate enough to run his business and would literally want its popularity get expanded for newcomers to try and welcome themselves from the cafe, mostly enough he'd do anything and EVERYTHING with this power.

That calls out for another hyperfixation.

I never have much to say in this but I somehow found the episode a bit on the neutral side between good or bad-

The episode is... well.... i dunno- interesting, but somehow with attempts on making boopkins "uncharacterize" himself to be a rizzler is weird, but this definitely shows why boopkins doesnt have that kind of rizz SMG3 has.

... *suddenly remembers SMG4 singing that gyatt to rizzler song*

AH-AHEHE-M UHH...

A-anyway- again- my point stands out that Three definitely haz rizz, and Four definitely is lying to the fact that he says he 'doesnt' during the elevator episode.

I'd think about wanting to put Three on a rizz attempt on four still XD (people are gonna go crazy on this)

#lizaluv #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #lizafixates #fishy boopkins #smg4 boopkins #miku #miku hatsune #hatsune miku #slight smg34 #smg34

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saphronethaleph · 3 months

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Blue, White and Pink Blur

“So… if I invert the second piece, I’d get an inverted waveform,” Tails said to himself, twin tails flicking. “But if I want three… oh, of course, I need to make a three-phase waveform! Circular resonance!”

He looked up at the sound of a screeech as Amy skidded to a halt in front of him.

“Hi Amy!” he waved. “What’s up!”

“Uh,” Amy began. “Is Sonic in?”

Tails scratched his head. “That depends?” he replied.

“Depends?” Amy repeated. “What do you mean, it depends? Depends on what?”

“Why you’re here,” Tails replied.

“You mean you’d say he wasn’t here if I was here for the wrong reason?” Amy asked, then paused. “...actually, yeah, I’d believe you’d do that.”

“Well, I might, but it’s not really necessary,” Tails replied. “If you’re here for the wrong reason, Sonic would be out of the house before I finished answering the question.”

Amy nodded, reluctantly. “Yeah, that’s fair too,” she admitted. “That does sound like a Sonic kind of thing.”

She looked down at Tails’s workbench.

“...what are you doing, anyway?” she asked.

Tails held it up. “It’s a new module for the Tornado!” he explained. “Next time Doctor Eggman, Ph.D (killer robots) tries to stop us, I’ll activate the Unrifler! It makes it so that all the bullets fired at the Tornado stop spinning, so they miss.”

Amy looked like she dearly wanted to ask how Tails had pronounced the brackets, but visibly let it go.

“...anyway!” she said. “That’s neat, but I came here for a reason – I wanted to ask Sonic about something, and then maybe why he never told me!”

“Told you what?” Sonic asked, leaning out the window. “Hi Amy! You’re not going to ask me out on a date, right?”

Amy looked contemplative.

“Would you say yes?” she asked.

“No way!” Sonic replied.

“Then no,” Amy replied, with a sigh. “But – look, uh, this actually is about you, Sonic. You know Surge?”

“Oh, yeah, her!” Sonic agreed. “She’s kind of mean sometimes. Kitsunami’s cool – kinda needs to take a chill pill but I know how hard that can be sometimes. But what about her?”

He looked combative. “Has she tried getting revenge on an uncaring world again? We never did properly stop her, Kit took her off and we don’t actually know where she ended up.”

“No, I just… I met her, and we talked,” Amy replied. “It was weird, we were both just out doing grocery shopping, ended up in the same shop… we both like gnocchi, that was a surprise.”

Amy shook her head. “But, uh… did you know she started as a clone of you, Sonic? She said Kitsunami worked it out in his lab…”

“Oh, he’s got a lab?” Tails asked. “That’s cool. I should do a joint paper with him sometime! I bet there’s something we could put together-”

“-not the point!” Amy insisted. “Sorry, Tails. But I kind of feel like I need to ask, because Surge is a girl and you’re not… is she that much of a clone?”

Sonic glanced at Tails, and Tails glanced back.

“Up to you, bro,” Tails said.

“I guess,” Sonic replied. “And, yeah. I guess the guy who made her did some kind of genetic modification and stuff, but that bit’s right.”

“Huh,” Amy said. “Okay, new question. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How would that go, Amy?” Tails asked.

“I’m open minded!” Amy defended herself.

Sonic tried not to snigger, not quite successfully.

“I don’t mean like that,” Tails replied. “I mean, how would that conversation go? How do you start off with something like that?”

Amy began to answer, stopped, and looked contemplative.

“...okay, yeah,” she said, eventually. “That would be… but still…”

“Does this mean you won’t want to go out with me any more?” Sonic asked, in a hopeful kind of way.

“What?” Amy replied. “Of course I still want to go out with you, Sonic! You’re the best!”

“Darn,” Sonic said, snapping his fingers.

“But yeah, not many people know,” Tails said, drawing Amy’s attention again. “I know. Sonic, obviously. I guess that doctor who made Surge does, and so does she if she’s worked it out… Kit must know, he had the DNA sample to do the test you mentioned… and then there’s you, Doctor Eggman, and Espio-”

“Doctor Eggman – Espio?!” Amy asked, trying to work out which was more surprising. “How-”

“Eh, the Doc’s equal opportunity evil,” Sonic shrugged. “And Espio? Great voice coach, seriously. But apart from that, it’s just those weird mystical entities I’ve fused with. I’d give you a list but we’d be here all week.”

Amy nodded, vaguely.

“I guess that explains, maybe one thing,” she said. “Anyway, I said I wasn’t going to ask you for a date so… I, actually don’t know what to do for the rest of my afternoon.”

Tails thought for a few seconds.

“I’ve got a prototype Extreme Gear to try out?” he suggested. “It’s pink.”

“Sold!” Amy agreed immediately.

(based on a post I spotted going around, which I apparently can't reblog this to for some reason.)

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic and tails #amy rose #transmasc #surge the tenrec

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oceanlue · 8 months

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Yuurivoice boys: their S/O making him buy a fake product or non-exist product as prank.

🎊Pranking your man🎉

💗Alphonse🧁🍭

You had a paid week off from your job and lately you've been bored in the middle of the week you think that having a week off from your job would give your mind to rest but you were just bored

So you decide to do the one thing you love to do pranking Your Man

So you decide to think of ways and you thought of making a product that is not even real or even in the world at all

So it took some thinking and you decided that you were going to make him a fake new cologne

All you did was grab some water some air freshener and some Febreze and mixed it together all in all it didn't smell bad

So when he got home he kissed your cheek and you told him about the new product that came in this week's new magazine

He tested it out and he loved it

Until he got the whiff of Febreze and air freshener and then he asked what the f*** was this

So you told him it was just a fake drink that you did on him

"Now come on boo why you got to do me like Dat, but it does smell pretty great.. you know maybe if we call some companies we could actually make a selling for this but for the greater good let's just not tell anybody"

He still loves you

🧡Seth🏕🍂

You decided to make a prank on him

And it was about a new comfy seat for a bike but it was actually just a pillow sound onto an old seat and stuffed with lots of fluff

He told him about it and he was ecstatic to try it out

He attached the new seat to his bike and felt it in his hand a bit and it looked pretty great

And then decided to sit on it and when he did the stuffing popped out

It went like *poof*

He was confused and saw that you were laughing and realized it was a prank he actually thought that it was actually a seat from a new bike magazine that you saw but it wasn't

" okay sugar I'll give it to you you got me good and I should have known it was coming I know you like to play your pranks you're lucky I love you sugar"

He took you for a ride and took you to a park and then he pushed you into the lake as Revenge you can't get mad at that

💚Finn🌻🪴

You decided to prank him with a new bag of tea but it was actually the same bag of tea

When he got home from the flower shop he told him that you were out shopping and found out this new type of tea mix I was guaranteed to make you more calm and make your blood pressure pump it

He tried it out for a few days and didn't see that it was just the same tea that he always drank he just thought it tastes the same

And then you had to tell him it was just a prank that it was just the same tea that you always drink

He was a bit shocked embarrassed and read in the face that he fell for a prank

"Oh gosh darn it orchid actually thought it was something awesome you know that I can't stay mad at you but that prank was slightly efficient it made my work a little bit better but I prefer just sticking with the original"

He still loves you and as a prank to you he mustered up the courage to put hot sauce in your sandwich

❤Auron☕🖋

It was hard to prank your boss especially since he's your partner and boyfriend

So you did a lot of hard thinking of a prank

And finally you came up with an idea you are a bit of an Arts nerd so you decide to make the prank and started crafting

And finally you were done it looks like a million dollars but it was just an art watch

That's right you made him a watch but this watch doesn't work it just stays on 12:00 and will always stay on that it weighs feels and looks like a million dollars

So the next day when you were at work you gave your boss The Watch face to say he was surprised but said thank you anyway and went on with this day

At the end of the night you crashed at his place and while you were cooking some food for both of you he finally came down and talked to you about the watch how the watch never worked and it's only staying on 12th and he can't really find out where the crown was to change the time

And then you finally told him that it was just a prank and it's not a real watch

If you looked very closely you can see the pink on his cheeks and as you finished food and place it on the plates he grabbed her hips and whispered in your ear

"you know rock... I don't like being played a fool, all day I tried to fix this watch But realize it was a prank from you... it's great design I must say and you have great talent but I do not like being played like a fool, so how about we skipped dinner and go right to dessert~~"

You guys did eat your food..... eventually

His little secret is that he kept the watch in a safe apartment where you don't know where it is

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Hope u like it

💙💙💙

Peace out

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #oceanlue #spotify #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 5 months

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Wrapped In Red!Peeta is a horny boy and I am here for it

He likes to dress Katniss up in nothing but those naughty red stockings, spank her, and then rail her into the mattress when the kiddos are fast asleep

💦

Alright, Naughty Anon. Far be it from me to deny you the smut you so clearly want during the holiday season. It's not exactly what you asked for, but it's pretty darn close. You still get horny Peeta fulfilling (emphasis on the filling) his wife's needs. Enjoy!

A/N: This one is rated E for explicit sexual content and language. The next short piece that I post for this fun adventure will be considerably less smutty lmao.

***

After fifteen years of marriage, I know better than to ask questions about any packages that arrive at the door addressed to Katniss Everdeen-Mellark. Around early November, she starts shopping for Christmas. And after the holiday madness, the birthdays begin, with Cole in February, Avery and myself in March, Jaime in April, Karina in June, Olive in August, and now Daphne in October. When a package contains a surprise, Katniss usually gets a mischievous gleam in her eyes, kisses my cheek, and hides the package. If I don’t already know what it is and if it’s for the kids, later on she’ll slide an arm around my shoulders, and whisper in my ear to let me in on the surprise.

Which is why, when she receives a small package and blushes at the label, hides it behind her back and gives me a guilty look, I know that the package isn’t for one of the kids. Especially when I catch her later on, a little spaced out and biting her lip, and the blush remains on her cheeks.

And I can’t help the dirty direction my thoughts take for a few seconds. But I can’t linger on them, not with all of our kids still awake and fully aware.

To distract myself, I focus on our kids, who’ve taken over the house now that it’s Friday. With no homework in sight, they sprawl across the living room, raid the kitchen, ambush us with questions or the burning need to talk to either me or Katniss at every turn. God I love our family. It’s large and loud and chaotic, but overflowing with love. Katniss might tease me for being a sap if she could hear my thoughts, but as I watch her with Daphne on her hip, directing the efforts and preparing dinner, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with it.

She catches me looking and passes Daphne over to Avery. As she walks behind me, Katniss pinches my butt and stands on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

“Stop looking at me like that. Six is enough.”

“Who said anything about trying for another one?” She gives me a skeptical look and shakes her head before disappearing into the pantry. She’s right, of course. When we first got married, I never imagined we’d add three adopted kids, and two from Katniss and I, to our family. We’d planned on Jaime, and Daphne was a happy accident two years later. But she’s right. With so many kids underfoot, we’ve had to be creative to find time for just the two of us.

The kids are all busy at the moment, though, so I corner Katniss in the pantry. She jumps when she turns around and finds me hemming her in, pulling the door shut behind us.

“Really? The pantry?” Katniss asks, one eyebrow lifting up her forehead, but she’s smirking and slides her arms over my shoulders, winds the fingers of her one free hand into my hair as I bend down to kiss her.

“Yes, the pantry. If I thought I could get you off in three seconds, I’d have my fingers inside you right now,” I tell her and Katniss laughs, but she keeps kissing me. I back her up against one of the shelves and glass bottles rattle. Katniss moans in my mouth, and my need for her skyrockets. We’ll have to stop soon, but there’s always tonight.

Just as the kiss is getting out of hand, the door opens and I sigh as I hear Avery squeal, “Is that even sanitary? Get a room!” right before the door shuts.

“I would if you all would stop following us into them!”

I hear Olive and Avery giggle. Cole muttering that we’re weird, and Jaime asking what’s happening.

“Whose idea was it to have all these kids anyway?” I ask and Katniss kisses me again. Once, briefly.

“Yours. And if it wasn't your idea, you seduced me into it and convinced me it was mine,” she teases.

“Right, sure. I think I remember your go-to move for almost a year was demanding that I knock you up with Jaime,” I remind her, and she scowls slightly, but there’s no real anger behind it. In fact, her hand runs down my chest in a sensual caress, drawing the question out of me. “So what was in that package today that made you blush?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she taunts, her voice all breathy. I whine slightly as she slips around me and leaves me panting for her. Fuck this. Early bedtime tonight.

It takes me a few minutes before I can leave the pantry, and when I do, dinner’s ready. Normally, I love our family dinners. Tonight, I just want it to be over so I can drag Katniss to bed so I can return the torment, watch her squirm and try to be quiet until she can’t take it and starts making demands.

Not that I can knock her up again. We joke about it, but I had a vasectomy shortly after Daphne was born, when Katniss and I agreed that while we adore our crazy big family, any more might become more than we can handle.

After dinner, Katniss disappears, likely because she needs a few minutes of peace and quiet, while I make sure the dishes get washed, the kitchen gets cleaned up, and that there isn’t a traffic jam in the laundry room since tonight is Avery and Cole’s night to do their laundry. I make a note on our shared notes app that Cole needs new socks. Olive follows me around with a permission slip for a field trip until I sign it.

At one point, as I walk past our bedroom, I manage a peek through our cracked open doorway and do a double take before I stop and completely block the opening to stare at my wife. She’s standing in front of a mirror, holding up her work shirt, turning her legs and torso as she examines her reflection. Pale green thigh high socks encase her legs, topped with a bit of filmy, creamy lace. She’s wearing plain cotton panties in a sensible shade of tan, but as I slip through the door and shut it behind me, I’m already hard for her.

“Are those new?” I ask and Katniss gasps. I grin and lock the door as she lets go of her work shirt and scowls at me.

“You were not supposed to see these yet,” she says and moves swiftly towards me, but I beat her to it, wrapping her up in my hold and turning her back around to face the mirror, with my body caging her in so she can’t escape.

“I’ll forget I ever saw them after I leave this room,” I promise her, although it’s not a promise either of us expects me to keep. I brush her braid off her shoulder and cradle the side of her head in my palm as I start to nuzzle and kiss the side of her neck, where I know she likes it. Where my kisses make her knees quiver.

“Peeta, the kids,” she gasps as I start plucking open her shirt buttons and watching the reveal of her body in the mirror. I grasp one breast over her bra and massage her a little. She moans softly and pushes her hips back into me. I thrust back, rubbing myself on her ass as we gently start to move together and her cheeks flush, her eyes haze over with desire. We watch my hand trail down her body and Katniss gulps as I slip my fingers into her panties. “Oh fuck yes, don’t stop,” she pleads.

She’s not wet just yet, and I bite back my frustration. It’s not my fault, she’s assured me again and again, just something that sometimes happens after a pregnancy. So I withdraw my finger and suck on the tip before I dive back in and brush slow, tantalizing strokes over her clit.

“Peeta,” she sighs and grabs hold of my wrist with one hand, the other spearing into my hair as she writhes in my arms.

“Mo-ooooooom!” One of the kids shouts and Katniss immediately goes limp in my arms with a frustrated sigh.

“Ignore them,” I whine, even though I know she won’t.

“They’ll just keep shouting,” she reminds me. “And what if it’s Daphne that needs something?”

I release her, just enough to turn her around and cup my hand over her warm, damp panties. “I’ll go see what they need. But please, if you truly love me, you’ll have these socks on after the kids all go to bed tonight.”

She laughs and gives my lips a quick kiss. “Two hours until bedtime.”

“I’m getting them to bed within the hour,” I promise her and adjust myself before I leave our bedroom, leaving her flushed, mostly undressed, and irresistibly sexy.

I can’t get them to bed within the hour. It actually takes closer to three, since the older ones decide they want to watch a movie, and then Karina calls halfway through it and Avery pauses the movie so they can all chat for a few minutes.

I take the break in the movie to check on Katniss, and find her snuggled up in our bed with Daphne and Jaime, reading them stories as they yawn and struggle to stay awake. When she finishes the story, I scoop Jaime up out of the covers and Katniss grabs Daphne. After we’ve tucked them into bed and they’re both dreaming happily, we remind the older kids to keep the volume down on their movie so they don’t wake their younger siblings.

Finally, all three of them are in bed too, and I make sure the house is locked up for the night before I make my way towards our room, already plotting how I’m going to get Katniss wet enough for me so that I can rail her into the mattress with those green socks wrapped around my hips.

Or draped over my shoulders. I can’t decide, but I’m aching with need by the time I make it to our bed. Katniss is already there. I shut and lock our door and strip off my clothes before I slide under the covers.

“Mmmph, Peeta?” Katniss asks sleepily. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as I start desperately kissing over her shoulder. I need her so fucking much right now, especially when I feel the soft knit fabric of those green socks rubbing back against my shins. My ankles. My feet. I let my hands roam up under the t-shirt of mine she’s wearing. Down to find that she’s changed into a lacy pair of panties.

“Katniss, fuck,” I groan as I toy with the lace edges and tease her navel with my fingers. “I need to be inside you, need to feel you coming on my cock.”

“Mmmkay, just don’t wake the kids,” she says and I freeze. She hums and wriggles, her ass pushing back against my hard cock, teasing me. But her voice and her mannerisms tell a different story. She’s half asleep. I hold still for a moment, to see what she’s going to do. And when her breathing deepens out and she remains motionless in my arms, I sigh. Kiss her behind her ear and whisper to her.

“Love you, Katniss. Sweet dreams.” She hums, sounding content, but I lay awake for a while, waiting for my erection to go away.

It doesn’t. Not with her ass pressed up against me like this, twitching and tormenting me in her sleep every so often. Not with those socks on her legs, beckoning to me. My hand keeps caressing her thighs absently. I keep hoping it’ll soothe me into sleep, touching her like this, but around one in the morning, I give up, carefully extricating myself from the bed and slipping into the bathroom. Maybe a shower will help me relax enough to get to sleep.

***

Peeta looks more exhausted than rested by the end of the weekend. Of course, he always works at the bakery on Sundays, making sure everything is prepped for the week, and our kids didn’t exactly make the weekend easy on us. With one week of school before their fall break, they seem to be extra rambunctious. And that doesn’t bode well for Peeta and I finding time to rest or spend time together once they’re on break.

I bite my lip as I turn off Peeta’s alarm and slide from bed on Monday morning. He deserves to sleep in today, so I deal with the Monday morning rush out the door to school on my own. Then I take Daphne and Jaime over to spend the day with Felicity. She’s been a lifesaver, watching our youngest ones while I work, and even though Peeta technically has today off and I work from home on Mondays anymore, Felicity is still more than willing to take the kids for an unscheduled day every so often.

When I get back home, Peeta is still sound asleep and I breathe out a sigh of relief as I watch him from the bedroom door. He didn’t sleep well this weekend, although I’m not sure why. Closing the door so I don’t disturb him, I take care of a few work items and then shift into a handful of household chores when I need a break from my job.

It’s when I’m gathering up mine and Peeta’s clean laundry to take into our room that I remember. I hold the freshly washed green socks up between two fingers and scowl.

We never got around to making love this weekend, and it was obvious Peeta wanted to, while I was wearing these socks, no less, which I technically bought for me to wear as part of a surprise I have planned. And because I haven't exactly felt sexy lately, but these thigh high knit socks always seem to drive Peeta absolutely insane with desire.

Within seconds, I feel feverish, thinking of all the ways we’ve managed mind blowingly hot sex because of a pair of these socks. So much so that for a while there, I owned a pair in almost every color imaginable. They’ve all either gotten worn out over the years or no longer fit my post pregnancy thighs. When I returned to Red Yarn Darling’s website a few weeks ago after Peeta tried (and failed) to find a decent replacement, I was thrilled to discover that the maker of these socks offers different lengths and widths. So I bought this green pair, in a size larger than I used to buy, so see if they’d work. To my surprise, when I received my purchase confirmation email, there was a personal note from the shop owner, saying that she was glad to see me back. She even included a code for a lifetime discount.

I’d been embarrassed about the personal email and code at first, until Peeta caught me trying on the socks and his reaction met every one of my expectations and needs. So I’ve already put that discount to use, even though it’s still well over a month before Christmas, to make sure that at the very least, I have a pair in red that fits. After all, those red socks and us have a history.

But we didn’t get to follow through on the promises Peeta whispered into my ears on Friday. Exhaustion, the kids being home for the weekend, all conspired to make it impossible. Honestly, I wanted him too. So badly. But it’s been like this ever since Daphne was born. Peeta and I tease each other during the day, but by the time we get into bed, one of us or both of us is usually just too tired to do anything about it.

But the kids aren’t home right now, I think slyly.

Taking only the socks with me, I return to our bedroom, shutting the door behind me for good measure. Peeta’s still asleep and I silently strip down to my panties before slipping into the green socks. I find one of his shirts draped over the chair, just enough of his scent lingering in the threads to tell me that he’s worn it, but not enough for it to need washing. I slip that on too and then join Peeta under the covers.

***

I wake up feeling rested. Refreshed. Warm. It takes me a moment to place all the sensations of waking. The quiet of the house. The sunlight peeking through the drawn curtains. The warm body plastered to my back and the arm wrapped around my waist. The hand tucked inside my shorts.

Wait. The hand tucked inside my shorts?

I hold perfectly still, other than my hand as I lift the covers just enough to tilt my head and stare at the proof. Katniss’s hand slipped inside my shorts. I suck in a sharp breath and as I do, her hand starts to move. Slowly caressing and scratching closer and closer until I’m practically hyperventilating and her fingers wrap around my rising cock.

“Good morning,” she whispers and kisses the back of my neck. I shudder in her arms and groan when she slings one leg over my hips, pulling herself closer to me. I grip her thigh and stare at her leg, sheathed in one of those green knit socks that arrived in the mail on Friday.

“You made a promise to me on Friday that you didn’t keep,” she scolds me, her voice sensual and throaty. My hips buck into her touch and I fist my hand in the pillow as she starts stroking me.

“I wanted to, but you were tired,” I rasp and she hums before kissing the back of my neck again.

“Prove it,” she murmurs. “Show me how much you want me.”

“The kids?” I ask, completely unaware of what time it is, although my brain manages to register that it’s Monday. Her day to work remotely and one of my days off entirely. Which means I’ll need to get out of bed to get them to school. Unless--

“Already gone. Daphne and Jaime are with your mom. The others are at school,” she says. “We have the house to ourselves.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I say and slide my hand into my shorts to join hers. Close my eyes and revel in the feel of her touch on me. Her lips on me, breathing hot kisses and exhales onto my neck and behind my ears. The way my hand around hers on my cock tightens her grip. I enjoy the sensations as long as I can stand it. Until I can’t bear the layers of cloth still between us.

I roll onto my back and leave her hand to touch me as she will, shivering slightly when she doesn’t stop stroking me while I try to shimmy out of my underwear. I’m not even done when she shifts to straddle my left thigh. Hers pushing up against me, and the soft knit of the socks along my leg drives me wild.

Our lips find one another and I bury my hands in her hair so she stays right here. Kissing me. I can’t think straight when she’s like this. Ravenous and touching me like I’m the only thing in the world that she wants or needs. Maybe that’s fanciful thinking on my part, but when her lips leave mine, I fill the space with words.

“You’re driving me crazy, Katniss. I need to be inside you. Soon,” I whisper and watch her bite her lip. Feel her grinding the lacy fabric of her panties on my thigh, searching for relief for herself. Her grip on my cock tightens and speeds up. “And you need it too,” I taunt her with a quick, deep kiss. “I can always tell how badly you need my cock by how you play with it. You wanna come on it, don’t you?”

She curses under her breath right before she kisses me. Lets go of me and shifts to straddle me fully. My own curse echoes hers as the soft fabric of her stockings rubs against my legs and hips. The coarser fabric of her lace panties slides over my cock.

I’m too close and not ready to finish, so I grip her under her thighs and push, urging her to ride my face first. I kiss along her sternum and her belly as she crawls over me, up to settle with her knees above my shoulders and her pussy right above my mouth. Then I pull aside her panties and tug her down onto me, moan at how fucking good she tastes. I swirl my tongue inside her, over her clit. Caress my hands over her ass, her hips, her thighs. She undulates her hips and whimpers my name.

And my cock fucking throbs when her hand tangles in my hair and she starts to fuck herself on my mouth. I try not to grin as her moans begin to shorten, quick punches of sounds that would echo through the house and be too loud if the kids were home, but they’re not home.

“Peeta -- please -- almost --” she gasps out and I flip her over, onto her back and ignoring the way she squeals and pounds on my shoulders in protest as I tear her panties off her body and shove her thighs up and then down, spread for me, pinned to the mattress on either side of her.

I bend over and bury my face between her thighs. Suck her clit between my lips and work it even as I reach down and slowly stroke my cock. I keep licking her until she’s wet and twisting on the sheets, incoherent sounds of pleasure pouring from her lips. But just before she tips over, I back off and sit up, taking in the sight of her. Hair wild and pulled in large wisps from her braid, fanned out over the pillow. Lips swollen and flushed, cheeks bright with heat, eyes glistening with need and love.

“Tell me what you need,” I taunt her with my thumbs on her thighs and she groans, reaches up and yanks on my hair until I fall on top of her in a heated kiss.

“Put that tongue back to work and make me come or get your cock inside me, Peeta. Stop toying with me.”

I grin and take myself in hand, pushing her thigh up higher as I drag my tip through her folds. She’s not quite as wet as I need her to be for what I’ve got in mind, so I reach over and fumble in the nightstand for the bottle of lube we keep there. While I do, she kisses along my throat and caresses her hands over my shoulders and chest.

Once I’ve got myself slicked up, I return to her, kissing her as I slowly sink my cock into her. She’s warm and after a few shallow thrusts, her lips part for me. I sink in deep, a little faster than I’d planned, and Katniss sucks in a sharp breath, making me lift my head.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask and she shakes her head. She bites her lip and plants her feet on the bed, starts rolling her hips beneath me.

“No, fuck no. Peeta, you feel so good inside me. Please make me come now?” she begs and I nibble on her lips, let her fuck herself on my cock for a moment before I plant one hand on her abdomen and hold her down.

“I will,” I promise. “But you have to say it. Say what you want, Katniss.”

“I want,” she whines and wriggles under my hand, but she can’t get loose enough to move the way she wants to. “Stop being an ass and make me come!”

“You wanna come on my cock?” I ask her and she nods frantically, her fingernails raking down my arms as she still can’t move. Can’t get the stimulation she needs. But her pussy is so warm and wet around me that I can’t help wanting to just sit here like this, with her surrounding me tight as a glove or a pair of well formed stockings.

“Say it, then,” I torment her with one slight rocking thrust and she gasps, stares up at me open mouthed. It’s a game we’ve played before, although not in a long time. We rarely have time for this kind of foreplay anymore, and I’m enjoying the fuck out of it. Watching her squirm and plead.

“Please. Please make me come. I wanna come -- come on your cock,” she pants and I finally start to move. Pulling all the way out, slow and torturous, then slamming back into her. Her breasts, her entire body, shudders and a strange sound leaves her throat as she grips my arms.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” she moans and arches into my next thrust. “Peeta! Like that.”

And it feels good. So good for me too as I thrust again and again, her nails digging into my straining muscles. Her body meeting mine. Her voice squealing out the song of her pleasure.

I need a distraction or I’m gonna come too soon. I grip her legs and fold her almost in half, bearing down into her as I drape her legs over my upper arms, my mouth hovering just over hers and my hand slipping into her hair, messing it up even more.

“And this? You like this?” I asks as my thrusts shorten but I can move faster like this. She gapes up at me and swallows heavily, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she speaks.

“You’re so deep. So deep inside me, Peeta, please. I’m gonna come. Need to come,” she whines and when she opens her eyes, I grin.

“Better be quiet or the kids will hear you,” I tease. She laughs and turns away from me, into my hand. She kisses my palm and smirks.

“Lucky for me, they’re not here right now. I can be loud when you make me come.”

“Or,” I taunt and work my fingers until I’m covering her mouth with my whole hand. “Or you could practice being quiet.”

She moans and closes her eyes, her lips pressing into my palm. I kiss along her ear and whisper filth to her, uncertain of her reaction until her hand slides up my wrist to hold my hand in place on her mouth and she looks at me from the corner of her eyes. I can feel her smiling against my palm. Then her teeth nipping at me, as though to say Harder, Peeta.

When I don’t change what I’m doing, she nips me again, harder this time, a playful look in her eyes. So I move faster. Deeper. At first, her moans are quiet enough that my hand can muffle them. But as I move inside her, the sounds she’s making crescendo, until her mouth is open beneath my palm and my own moans join hers.

If we were trying to be quiet, we failed. But I don’t fucking care when her head thrashes to her left, free of my palm as she bucks beneath me. Her hands slap onto my back and her pussy starts to clench on my cock. I grind into her, enjoying the feel of her orgasm on me. The bite of her nails raking down my back. Her unbridled moans filling the air.

And when she falls limp on the bed, she gazes up at me with satisfaction in her eyes. Slides her legs down off my shoulders. I shift my arms so she can, but then I feel the soft brush of the knit stockings on my ass, up to my waist where she cinches her legs tight around me.

“Come inside me, Peeta,” she whispers and arches enough to kiss me. “Fuck me into our bed and come inside me.”

I growl and dig my fingers into the sheets. Allow myself to do what she’s demanded. My hips slap into hers and she bites her lip, but she meets my thrusts and her nails once more start to bite into my skin. At one point, she starts moaning. Our mouths clash in sloppy kisses, and I don’t even try to control the moans pouring out of my throat as pleasure then euphoria takes over.

The entire bed shudders with my last thrust, but I can’t even think straight as I burn for her. Empty myself into her. Deprived of breath but overwhelmed with the feel of her clenching and gripping my cock. With the sound of her voice whispering in my ear that she loves listening to my moans.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you moan like that. Love the sound of you making love to me, coming for me,” she murmurs and her lips are hot on my throat, my ears, then my mouth.

I don’t know how long we kiss, but eventually, I wake up again and we’re still naked in bed. I check the clock and do some quick calculations before I grasp Katniss by the hips and tug her closer.

“Better tell me now if you’ve actually got work to do, or I plan on railing you into this mattress again,” I whisper to her and she laughs, then thrusts back into my erection before rolling over on top of me, rising up to straddle me.

“Or maybe I’m going to rail you into the mattress,” she teases, grasping my wrists and slamming them onto the pillows.

Fuck yes, I think as she bends over to kiss me.

#wrapped in red nonsense #ten years of fanfiction mania #words are peetas thing not mine #smut happens #as if that isn't obvious from the ask itself snorts #anonymous #look at that ask

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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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"Get on your knees" Part 2 Kai Anderson x FEM!Reader

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.

Warnings: Kai Anderson, public sex, sex tape, oral (f), degrading, unprofessionalism, talks of racism, I used MY BELIEFS in what was said by interviewer.

After that day I had refused to do another interview with Kai. However, I didn't need to; I was in the process of shopping when I saw him. Crap, I gotta move a bit faster to avoid him. "(name), you never sent me that video..." I turned around almost scared for my life. "Oh, darn... I've actually deleted it." "What a shame. We should remake it. I'll come over tonight." I looked at him and went to protest but he walked away. Holy shit he doesn't know where I live though so I'm safe.

I laid down but heard knock on my door. I was in a shirt I got five years ago and panties... so instead of opening the door I looked through the peephole only to find Kai pointing a gun at the circular window. "Open sweetheart." I immediately opened the door watching as he put the gun down and eyeing me. "Damn, you were ready huh baby?" I couldn't do anything. I froze in my place before feeling him kiss me. "Don't be rude, show me to your room." I looked at the gun in his waistband now and walked to my room. "It smells just like you." I turned around. "How'd you find my house?" He chuckled and motioned me to hush. "On the bed." I obliged this time not because I was scared, but rather because I wanted him. "Look at you listening to me so well, you're doing better than last time baby." I felt my heart flutter at the nickname, I had never felt love and figured this was what it was. Maybe I was wrong, but I doubt it. He pushed my tee-shirt up and pulled my panties down. "Look how wet you are." I shut my eyes in shame before feeling his tongue in my hole, I gripped his hair screaming. "Kai, holy shit-" He pulled up looking at me while he stood up and removed his pants. "Are you a virgin?" I nodded softly before he pushed in. "That sucks" That night will forever be embedded in my head as he thrusted into me and then continuing to snap them forward harshly, making my back arch as I wrapped my legs around him tightly. "That's not a good idea baby, you might end up with my kid." I only wrapped around him harder. "Oh you'd like that huh?" I smiled at him still moaning. "Oh fuck." I felt him spill deep inside of me. I watched as he got up to leave. "Let me know if you're pregnant sweetheart." I sighed and laid back completely drained.

#kai anderson smut #ahs kai anderson #kai anderson imagine #kai x reader #ahs cult #ahs fandom #evan peter american horror story #american horror story hotel #american horror story #american horror story freakshow #evan peters x reader #evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters imagine #kai anderson

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ian-galagher · 9 months

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for your followers: africa spoilers approximately as big as rafiki's tree.

in nosho's theater today and long overdue: the lion king (1994).

- africa, as per ian's expectations.

- inyoni and sarabi are one and the same, i do not take criticism.

- ian x mickey before they had out together for the first time, symbolic image.

- ian, full of hopes and dreams, wanting to be as great a wildlife photographer as mickey.

- ian, after getting the car out of the mud.

- jan: "had to break his little heart. poor mick's never gotten over it, as you can see […] but i guess he's gotten himself a new toy to play with…" ian: "sounds to me like you're jealous." jan:

- "mom?"

- ian and mickey in the city.

- "but i don't want to ruin-" / "then don't."

- mickey taking ian to god's window.

- mickey x mandy, symbolic image.

- it's surprisingly hard to find a gif of scar obscured with fog in the ravine. anyway, chapter eleven. stalking figures. you know what i mean.

- "you and your stupid face distracted me."

- the tourist situation. it's still giving me eye twitches.

- ian and mandy going shopping.

- mandy and ian conspirating with the make-up.

- mickey: mandy is driving, isn't she. ian x mandy: don't be mad!

- ian / inyoni / mandy vs mickey.

- the braai. point made.

- prediction: ian, day thirty.

- bonus: inyoni if she caught jan harassing mickey and ian.

- bonus bonus: jan: exists. the gang:

- bonus x3: me: theorises. you:

- bonus x4: i wanted to say jan is ed, but then i felt bad for ed.

Noshoooooooooooooooooooo! 😁🧡💚

This is the BEST one yet! 😁 I do think that every time but this is THE LION KING!!!!! 😁🥰🦁🪶🦒

EVERY ONE of these movies has those pretty intro shots 😂😂😂

YEEEEESSSS Inyoni = Sarabi! 😭

THAT LITTLE PAW IN THE BIG PAW 😭😭😭

Ian in the rain! 😭

Scar with that mouse 😂 why am I not surprised Jan is already popping up 😂 seeing as Becki thinks you needn't be afraid he'll come back at all 😂😂😂

Again, these fit soooo well it's scary 😂 then again... this IS the Lion King, the most referenced movie of all in Africa 😂😂😂

MOM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Okay but them in the city 🥰

I DONT WANNA RUIN- THEN DONT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEIR NOSES ARE TOUCHING 😭

You joke but that gif of God's window IS the one I used but for chapter 4 because I couldn't wait to use it and because they had that view from the hotel 😂😂😂 and I got to chapter 7 and went, darn can't I use it again? 😂

Mickey and Mandy fighting 😂😂😂 it's sooo them 😂

THE FIGURE 😭😭 it fits so well!!

Zazu flying into that rhino's butt 😂😂😂 and the tourists! 😂😂😂 and the braai! 😂😂😂

Mandy and Ian as baaaabies 😭🥹🧡

Oh we're now doing predictions are we?! 😭😭😭

Rafiki as Inyoni is perfection 😂😂😂

THE GANG 😭😭😭 that's us 🥹🧡💖💚💙❤️ ignore the fact that we've outgrown the trio sized group 😂 @francesrose3 @juliakayyy @thisdivorce

You CANNOT do that to Ed 😂😂

Okay but you got me spot on there 😂 that IS what I look like 😂 sitting on my rock laughing evilly 😂 mwuahahah! 😁

#nosho you're the BEST! 🥰🧡#i hope you're enjoying the new chapter 😁#this was so much fun! you've made my night 😊🧡💚#the lion king #shameless #africa #gif shenanigans #nosho growls #willow growls back

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saintheartwing · 1 month

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Invader Zim: The Terror of the Pies!

THE TERROR OF THE PIES!

"Hello. I'm Michael White." White says, waving at you all. "Once again I welcome you to a viewing of a show entirely dedicated to the downfall of Civilization as we know it!"

"He of course refers to MY show." Zim says, standing next to White, grinning happily.

"Yeah, well you ain't gonna remember any of this. We're breaking the fourth wall and once the show starts, you'll be your usual, incompetent self!" White laughs, smacking him over the head.

"OW! Do not touch me with your FILTHY Halfling hands!" Zim snaps, hissing at him.

"Right, right. Now there's been a lot of talk about whether or not the people in this show are evil. Now, lots of people are BAD, I guess. Zim's bad. But unlike him, he could never hope to be as chaotically neutral as I am. You see folks, he's what we call "Incompetent Lawful Evil"."

"Right." Zim says, smiling and closing his eyes as he nods. Then his eyes shoot open and he wheels on White. "HEEEEYYY!"

"Dib's not evil either. Actually Zim and Dib both see themselves as just doing a job that has to be done, a job nobody else can do...the job of protecting Earth and INVADING it. They're "good guys" on different sides. Gaz though, is a heroic sociopath, but she's not really EVIL either. Red and Purple, I'm not too sure about…they're kind of…dumb…so I'm gonna hafta do some research." White shrugs. "But enough talk of such a stupid and warmongering race! On with the show!"

"STUPID?!"

…

…it was the 2nd year since Tenn's disastrous attempt to wage war against the Meekrob. War waged over the surface of the planet and Tallest Red and Purple had directed their armada and their main army forces there to fight the Meekrob threat. The whole area was divided up between the Resisty-supported Meekrob and the Irken army, though the Irkens didn't control nearly as much of the planet as they wanted, and their Armada was BARELY holding up against the Resisty's crippling cannon fire, leaving an Orbital Sweep simply out of the question! The coastal outposts were deserted…except for people. In fact, despite the threat of invasion and the CONSTANT blackouts, the Tallest and Erin still took their evening constitutionals.

"Ahh, hat a nice evening, don'tcha think, Red?" Tallest Red laughed as he walked along the cliffs that overlooked the ocean near their main ocean lab where Erin was doing deep-sea-research on a way to sneak over to Meekrob bases via the sea. To ensure his beloved's security, Invader Darth had been called in from his "vacation" (nudge-nudge-wink-wink) to look after Erin and he had instantly taken to her kind and sweet attitude.

"Hey, Pur…could you hold my elephant gun?" Purple asked. He was doing some part-time lab work at the lab with Erin and getting to know her better. Grinning, he held up a gun for his buddy to hold onto.

"I don't know WHY you brought it here, you can't shoot elephants here on Meekrob, you know!" Tallest Red told him, putting one hand on his hips while raising a claw in the air.

"Why the hell not?!" Purple snapped, looking irritated.

"For ONE, they're out of season!" Red explained.

"Wait…so I'm gonna hafta eat Meekrobian pelican for dinner again?" Purple moaned. "They're ALL mouth!"

"I'm afraid that's just the way it is!" Red said sadly, shrugging.

"Then I'll risk it. I'll shoot an elephant out of season!" Purple muttered, grabbing the gun out of Red's hands and heading off in a huff.

Those of you who have been paying close attention as to WHERE this story takes place will of course, realize that Red and Purple are talking absolute rubbish! There are no elephants in Meekrob. There ARE plenty of them in Foodcourtia though, northwest of a line drawn between two points, thus making it the shortest distance!

"Darn you, Nick…well, if that's how it is I can't shoot any! I've got a restraining order from Sizz-Lorr!"

"Why?" Red asked.

"He doesn't allow PDAs in his shop." Red mumbled.

"And I'm banned too. I went into the ladies room." The blind-eyed Darth added sadly.

"Now I'm sure it was an accident-"

"I went in there FIVE TIMES." Darth mumbled, hanging his head.

"It beats what White did." Purple remarked.

"Yeah, what I did to Trenton is the reason why the phrase "This used to be a nice place to live" was invented." White remarked, jabbing his thumb at his chest proudly as he popped up and grinned.

FWIP!

White frowned, looking around. "Did you just hear that?"

"Hear what?" Purple inquired as they headed off to the left, going towards the lab.

"Sounded like a…gas door slamming…" White mumbled. "But who would be walking around with a gas oven?"

"Betty Crocker?" Erin mused, laughing. It was getting darker and darker out…and it was rather hard for all them to see, actually. Save for Darth, who was blind.

"BESIDES her!" White asked.

TWHOOSH!

SPLAT!

" Oooooooooooohohohohohohohohohohoh yeuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Erin hollered, hitting the ground as most of the others kept on walking forward, not realizing what had happened.

"If you're trying to do an elephant call, you're not doing it from the throat right!-" Red began, turning around…and he saw in horror that Erin was on the ground.

"Oh my GOD, what hit me!? Call the guards or the cops or something!" She shouted.

Red nodded, looking around. "HELP! HELP! POLICE! GUAAARDS!" He cried out.

A few moments later Skoodge whistled, getting their attention. White saw his son approaching and blinked. "Skoodge!? what are you doing here?"

"Tenn's been very moody and stuff lately..." Skoodge admitted. "So I thought some time off from her would be good. What's the problem, My Tallest?"

"I was struck down from behind!" Erin moaned, holding her head.

"What with?"

"I don't know, I can't see, and I think my back's been bruised!" Erin complained.

"What FIEND would dare hurt my lady?!" Darth hissed angrily, his eyes glowing for a moment.

"I can't see ANYTHING in this lack of light!" Red admitted, squinting his eyes.

"So strike a match!" Erin begged .

"We have RULES." Red said. "We're in a blackout currently, and the enemy needs light to focus their targets on. We can't just "strike a light"."

"Then…strike a dark light!" Erin snapped. "SOMETHING!"

"We daren't!" Red said in a dramatic tone. "Why, only twenty miles across the bay, there's an Meekrob-run base that's watching our base intently!" He said, pointing across the sea.

"Don't be stupid!" White muttered. "They can't possibly see a MATCH being struck!" he snapped, crossing his arms.

"Oh, all right, fine! If you don't believe them…" Skoodge sighed as he dove into his pocket and quickly pulled out a box of matches. Taking a match, he got it lit with a quick striking motion on the striker stick, and then…

BUDDA-BOOOOM!

An explosion blew up a nearby tree and the shockwave sent their hair flying to the direction of the ocean while the match's light was blown out.

"Any OTHER questions?" Red inquired.

"I don't think I can feel my legs!" Erin moaned.

"Do you believe me NOW?! Are you aware of the danger of the Meekrob's long range guns?" Purple asked, raising a claw in the air and waggling it.

"Fine. Luckily for you guys…" White dove into his jacket and pulled out a small box. "I have a box of matches I snuck from a one of their bases!"

"Not bad, albino freak!" Red said, patting White on the shoulder. "Go on, strike one! They wouldn't fire at their own matches!"

"Of course not!" White said happily as he held one aloft. He struck it…

BUDDA-KROOOOM!

"…curses…THE RESISTY!" Red hissed as he and his buddy Purple hung from the tree they'd been knocked into. Erin was now on HER SIDE, cuckoo birds flying around her.

Well, they thought about using a candle, but it wouldn't have been very bright, and they didn't DARE light it and since they were afraid of moving an injured person, they waited 9 hours until sunrise and there they saw what had hit Erin. It was…A CHERRY PIE.

BGM: Dramatic chord of notes!

"…HMM…" Skoodge felt the pie. "It's still warm!"

"PHEW. I HATE cold pie!" Erin remarked. "Can you lift me up now?"

Lifting her up, Skoodge rubbed his chin. "I'll have to take note of this." He remarked. "A sinister pie-hurler is on the loose!"

"Maybe it's GIR." Erin suggested. "It sounds like something stupid he'd do."

"No, I got a call from Nick. He's busy being a poker player." White said. "He's quite good too."

"Really?"

"Yep. Give him a poker and he'll play any tune you like on it!"

"Ah." Erin nodded.

"Well then, I'm off!" Skoodge said, turning to the right and walking off…

"Goodbyyyyeeeeeeeeekkkk!"

…the cliff. WOOPS!

SPLOOOOSH!

"Oooh, look! A dolphin's coming to rescue no, it's a shark! It LOOKS like a dolphin. Tricky fish! TRICKY FISH!" Purple proclaimed.

…

…after swimming back to shore, Skoodge dried himself off to save time. As he headed back to his home, he wondered WHY anybody would want to strike somebody with a pie? So he decided to ask the man on the street.

"So, do you like pie?" He asked an Irken in the street who was leaning against a lamp post in the early morning.

"Pie?" The Irken grunt's head snapped up. Then he began to walk around like a zombie, chanting over and over. "Pie, pie, we like pie. Pie, pie, we like pie."

More people suddenly ambled out of the buildings nearby, joining him in a long line and chanting as well. "Pie, pie, we like pie! Pie, pie, we like pie!"

Skoodge blinked as a HUGE throng of people moved down the streets, heading for the sunset. "PIE, PIE, WE LIKE PIE! PIE, PIE, WE LIKE PIE!"

"…oh…kaaaaay…" Skoodge muttered, rolling his eyes as he headed back towards his house. Not much else happened that day…except he was suddenly struck with a peach pie. THWOCK!

"It's all rather confusing, y'know…" VENT said as he sat atop a mailbox as Skoodge walked inside his house, dripping in Pecan pie.

In the days to come, thirty eight fruit pies were hurled at Miss Nightshade.

"YEEEOOOWWW! WILL YOU STOPTHAT?! WHOEVER YOU ARE?!"

A madman was at large, In desperation...DIB was called in. But...not by choice.

"I require your help." Invader Skoodge told Dib as he stood in Dib's room, the door locked. It had been simple enough to teleport inside thanks to White assisting him. Dib was frankly AMAZED at the whole spectacle, but also...annoyed. HELP? An IRKEN?!

"What?" He asked stonily.

"I need your assistance. Nobody has been able to catch the one hurling these pies. He's moving in and out of our bases and past ALL security. This has made the Tallest suspect...paranormal intervention. You are a paranormal investigator. If you assist me I will not harm you. I have no real reason to bring harm upon you, Dibbun Membrane. Useless violence will not bring either you, nor I, closer to our goals."

"I'm NOT helping you." Dib spoke angrily, grabbing Skoodge's arms. "I'm throwing you into my closet and putting THREE PAIRS of sleep cuffs-"

"You leave me no choice then." Skoodge said softly. He quickly broke out of Dib's hold and grabbed HIS wrists.

"AAA!" Dib screamed in pain. "What are you doing?!"

"Crushing your fragile human bones, little one." Skoodge intoned. "But I will give you one more chance. Do as I say and you'll be spared."

"RRR..." Dib grit his teeth in pain, then finally nodded. Skoodge let go and nodded. "Fine. If I DO Help you?" Dib inquired.

"Oh, I will make it worth your while." Skoodge said. "Say...with a piece of Irken technology so advanced that they will HAVE to call you sane?"

Dib rubbed his chin. "Find a ghost that hurls pies in exchange for advanced alien technology?...I can live with working with your kind for that. But I'll need a disguise."

"Taken care of." White said, entering the room and holding up a holographic image inducer.

"This pie-hurler must be stopped. He's made FOOLS of us Irkens!" Skoodge growled.

"I disagree, you were fools long before he came along." White laughed.

SOME TIME LATER...

"Now, from the splatter-impact of the pies...they were obviously thrown by hand." Dib said, disguised as a blue-eyed Irken with a dark cloaked-jacket and a tool belt with various technological equipment for use in "Phantom Pie Hurler-Hunting".

"Not necessarily. some people are pretty clever with their feet." Purple added. "You should see Sizz-Lorr! He can fry TEN slydoodeedoos with his feet!"

"Which is why they always taste like feet." Red realized out loud.

"...brilliant." White groaned.

"Now...these PIES, were they all identical. They all used fruit." "Dab" went on. "EXCEPT...for THIS one." He added, holding up the remains of the latest pie. "There was a BOOT in it."

"Ahhh. So the dreaded hurler is a military man!"

"And as it were the The 1st Heavy Underwater Artillery. Happens to live right near where Erin keeps getting attacked!" Red realized. "Dab, Skoodge...I want you to go there at once and arrest the first Irken you see wearing one boot!" He demanded as-

SPLAT! A pie flew in through the window and hit Dib.

"...I hate all of you so very much."

…

… "I assure you, this is absolutely ridiculous. None of my men are-"

"We want to be SURE, Commander Darth."

"Fine, fine, I'll call them all out."

The blind alien tapped his forehead and concentrated. Immediately all of the soldiers within the base went RUNNING to the main hall of the 1st Main Heavy Underwater Artillery. The entire building was actually under the sea, and various fish of different kinds were swimming around them. On either side of the main hall were hallways leading off to bunks, the cafeteria, etc, etc. At the very top was a crystal chandelier. They LIKED chandeliers.

"So, why are you doing this again?" Darth inquired, blind eyes narrowing.

"I'm looking for a criminal-" Skoodge began.

"Which one? The whole LOT are a bunch of stupid defectives, criminals or morons who either ran away from Food Service, spat on the Tallest or blew up the planet they were supposed to invade before they even GOT their. Reminds me of the stories of Zam..."

Skoodge shuddered. Zam had been the absolute WORST invader of all time. He had blown himself up while still on the planet he had yet to invade in his penultimate act of stupidity.

"Anyhow, I doubt you'll-"

"Please, this is important." Erin spoke up, standing by Dib. This was the first time she'd talked to Darth.

"WH-what?" He inquired, turning to look in her direction, astral form reaching out. The moment he touched her mind, his eyes bulged out, antennae standing up. "My LADY! Oh, I'm so sorry!" He bowed deeply. "I had no idea you were here!" He ran to her and kissed her hand. "Anything for you, my lady!"

"What's with him?" "Dab", who was really Dib, inquired.

"He only acted this way with Miyuki. Apparently he "sees" a similar soul in her..." Skoodge whispered.

"Alright, you slobs!" Darth yelled out to the gathered Irken grunts who appeared to congregate in the Main Hall. "You all stand at attention so my friend Skoodge and his associates...especially the lovely Erin..." he added with a nod in her direction, "Can examine you!"

Both Skoodge and Dib walked among the ranks looking for the soldier with one boot, but their luck was out, the entire regiment was wearing boots on BOTH feet.

"I say Skoodge, it's getting dark. You can't see in this light!" "Dab" complained.

"Fine, I'll turn on my flashlight." Skoodge said, holding up his flashlight.

FWICK!

KA-THWOOM!

A missile had JUST barely missed the underwater base. Skoodge quickly turned it off. "DARN it! I forgot about the Meekrob..."

"It gets awful sometimes. Our supplies have been cut off recently, we've been keeping track of every single person who has access to heat and clean food and that list is getting shorter and shorter..." Darth went on.

"I want to return to BED. Can I do it SOON? I want me beddy byes!" A soldier spoke up, one with dark brown eyes and a nasty glare.

"Uh, who are you?" Skoodge inquired.

The Irken put his hand on his chest. "Me? I'm Lance Private Doody-Eyes, that's my nickname, but most folks calls me by my regular name."

"What's that?" "Dab" inquired.

"Reg." Reg remarked.

Dab, AKA Dib, looked this...THING over. If he had never seen Irkens before, it would be the closest thing he'd ever SEEN to one, without actually BEING Irken. There was something decidely off...almost like somebody had taken an Irken body and filled it up with cottage cheese...his skin was lime green and he had a slight red tint to his teeth.

"Surely you don't suspect THIS one." Darth inquired. "He's one of my finest soldiers! Always follows orders! Granted, he smells very oddly..."

"I'm over HERE." Reg mumbled.

Darth turned, went "Oops" and gestured in the right direction. "He's perfectly normal. True, has has the same name as the one who blinded me all those years ago-"

"An Irken blinded you? I thought you were CREATED blind." Skoodge remarked.

Darth smirked a little and closed his eyes. "I learned recently that I am a spirit reincarnated into a blind body...a spirit that was once a "World Destroyer", trained by Tallest Kor. It explains my powers as well, AND my calling...with my years of experience I shall lead the Irken people into a new era, one part at a time."

"I'll bet the old Reg you know had more than one boot." Reg admitted.

Darth frowned. "You seriously have only one boot upon your person? Why didn't you tell me? I would have gotten you a replacement, you dolt!"

"I didn't wanna tell ya that my boot were stolen by a thief." Reg added.

"...so why are you wearing it on your HEAD?" "Dab" asked.

"It fits my head better than it fits my foot."

"What size is the boot?" Skoodge inquired.

"Nine."

"What's your head size?"

"Nine."

"Damn." Skoodge swore. "His defense is perfect. So the other one was stolen by a thief and not some random pickpocket?"

"Oh yes, sir!" Reg insisted eagerly, nodding his head. "I NEVER keeps my boots in me pockets!"

"...riiiight..." Dab, who was really Dib, commented.

The next morning, Dib was struck with another pie. This one was an apple pie...

And stone cold.

"Do you know what this means?" Dib asked Skoodge as he, Darth and Erin all sat around the lounge of the Underwater Artillery, a big grin on Dib's face.

"Ummm..." Skoodge blinked. "The pie-hurler is losing interest in you?"

"Nooooo." Dib remarked, shaking his head rapidly. "It proves that the phantom has lost his heat! He's going to be checked off that list Darth was talking about! We've got to get to Head Command and find it!"

AND SO...

"Alright, here we are." Dib looked over a long list that had various Irken names scrawled all over it in bright blue pen. He scanned the various names that had been crossed off, rubbing his chin. It felt weird still appearing as an Irken to the others...he was almost getting USED to it all!

"Well?" Erin inquired.

"Ah, here's the most recent person on Meekrob who has lost their heating." Dib realized as he and the others stood around in the shelved rooms of the back of Head Command. There were dozens of various military records, most of which was a load of hooey, the Irken empire did NOT win as easily or as often as they liked to admit. And against the Meekrob, they continued to lose and lose and lose...

Dib motioned for Skoodge to turn on the communicator vid-screen nearby, and Skoodge flicked a switch, turning it on...and revealing Sizz-Lorr's face.

"Yesssss?" He inquired, looking irritated that he had to move from his diner to go to the Irk-forsaken rock that was Meekrob.

"...oh...uh...sorry, wrong number!" Skoodge gasped out, flicking the off switch as the others looked at him. "No, it couldn't be him, who would he want to throw a pie at?"

RIIIIIING!

Skoodge looked over at the wall and saw they had a call. He turned the vid-screen on.

"Hello?"

"It is ZIM!" Zim complained. "And somebody has thrown a PIE at my glorious visage!"

This time DIB turned the thing off, laughing as he did so, the image of Apple Crumble pie dripping down Zim's head forever lodged in his brain.

...more days went by. Dib continued to be bombarded with pies, and this also applied to anyone walking WITH him who didn't duck or dodge in time! One night, desperate to get some time alone, Dib walked through an alleyway of one of the Irken bases, when SUDDENLY...

SFX: Sinister and dramatic fanfare

...absolutely nothing happened. BUT It happened suddenly. Annoyed, Dib decided to turn on his flashlight since it was getting dark out and head back to Skoodge's place...

BA-KROOOOOM!

"Darn Meekrob!" Dib growled. "STINKIN..."

"Excuse me? Are you depressed?"

Dib turned to see GIR was sitting atop a garbage can. He turned his head to the side. "I'M depressed too. And you know what I do when I'm depressed?"

"...what?" Dib asked.

"I PLAY THE BONGOS!" GIR exclaimed, holding up some bongos and pounding away at them.

"...now I AM depressed." Dib remarked, frowning.

"By the way, could I borrow a cuppa sugar?" GIR asked, popping the bongo tops open and chewing some popcorn that was inside.

"I haven't got any."

"How about a match then?"

"Take the whole dang box!" Dib said, tossing GIR his box of matches which had been rendered useless in the recent "anti-light" weather. "They're useless for me."

"Thanks, big-head-boy!" GIR said happily,popping them in his head and clapping his hands. "Now I can make sure my pie's warm again and Piggy will be happy! Y'know there's nothing worse than being struck down with a cold pie!".

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Dib remarked, rolling his eyes.

Dib watched GIR head off and shrugged the whole crazy thing off. He didn't have time to waste with GIR, he had to find that pie-hurler.

Author's Note:

For those of you who believe that Dib isn't cut out to be a paranormal investigator…please write to Jhonen Vasquez in Los Angeles, California. I've heard he LOVES getting fan mail.

A few days later, Dib got a hot lead on a tip from Reg, who had seen a shadowy figure go out to sea with what appeared to be a small ship that had a nice-smelling aroma coming from it...the aroma of baked goods. Immediately Dib sprung into action!

And so, they traveled by sea, Dib and Skoodge. To avoid detection by the Meekrob, they spoke Tantalog throughout the whole trip and were heavily disguised as Murideans.

"Tooki ba waba!" "Dab" said to "Skoo" as they clasped hands and shook them eagerly as a Meekrob ship eyed them suspiciously. The captain of the ship waved them along and they waved back as they moved the ship down along the bay, breathing a sigh of relief. Dib was dressed up as a yellow-furred Muridean with bright blue eyes and a small tail, while Skoodge was a fat, dark brown-furred, red-eyed one with a thick nose.

"I can't believe I'm disguised as a RODENT. Is this what ZIM has to go through?" Dib wondered.

More often than you'd think.

"Great, now I feel SORRY for that evil alien jerk." Dib muttered at the sky.

"As an added precaution we should stand on separate decks and wear separate shoes." Skoodge added.

"And we'll disguise the ship as a train! But have it made to look up like a boat but PAINT it to look like a train!" VENT remarked.

"...you drank the sea water, didn't you?" Skoodge asked as VENT giggled and then vomited overboard.

Hooking up with Erin, they headed out on a more seaworthy vessel and were sailing along the dark seas, eyes peering over the horizon when...

"MINE AHEAD!" Dib yelled. "There's a horrible, HUGE honkin' mine ahead!"

Erin promptly fell overboard in fear as she took a step back and VENT blinked stupidly. "Funny, she wasn't dressed for swimming!"

"There's no need to worry guys!" VENT insisted. "It's one of OURS!"

Dib covered his eyes and shook his head.

BA-BOOOOOOOOM!

…

...so they floundered around in that cruel, cruel sea. Fortunately they found that Erin had found a rowboat. Unfortunately there was only room for TWO, apparently...

"Well, Skoodge asked ME to find the Pie-Hurling phantom. Sorry Erin!" Dib said, entering the boat.

"Sure, come on in!" Skoodge asked.

"Wait!" Erin begged. "Uh...fifty monies for a place in the boat!"

SFX: SPLASH

"You Irken SWINE!" Dib yelled angrily, eyes narrowed into slits as he splashed around in the water.

"Come on in, Erin." Skoodge said, bowing deeply.

"Oh, this is nice." Erin commented happily, brushing her red hair back.

"Uh...100 monies for a place in the boat!" Dib called out.

SFX: SPLASH

"HEEEEEYYY!" Skoodge moaned horribly as he was tossed out into the water.

"Up you get!" Erin said, helping Dib into the boat.

"Ahhh, Erin. Myyyy frieeeend." Dib spoke gently, grinning broadly.

"TWO HUNDRED monies for a place in the boat!" Skoodge called out.

SFX: SPLASH

"You ain't MY friend!" Erin snapped angrily as she flopped around in the ocean waves.

"Oh, Skoodge, how could I have abandoned you?" Dib asked. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Yes, let's never do something like this ever again." Skoodge agreed.

"FOUR HUNDRED monies for a place in the boat!" Erin hollered.

SFX: SPLASH-SPLASH

That's right, folks. TWO splashes. How is this possible?

"Heh-heh-heh." Darth laughed as he helped Erin into the boat. "I took their little tosies and WOOPS-a-daisy!"

"Darth, you saved my life!" Erin commented, hugging him tightly.

Darth blushed deeply, and hugged her back. "I'm HONORED, milady, to be of service to one as gentle and loving as you."

"So, what do you do for fun?" Erin inquired.

"Well, I enjoy walks on the beach, looking through private thoughts and laughing madly...did you know Purple cross-dresses?"

"It's true!" VENT added, appearing from out of Erin's hair and waving. Yeah...her hair's thick, folks. Lovely thick locks. ^_^

Meanwhile, Skoodge and Dib were drifting around, lost in the sea...when they suddenly saw the faint outline of a ship. Instantly they took off towards it and climbed aboard...finding what was a large shack. Skoodge knocked on it and...

When the Tallest says we is the Master Race, we heil-

SFX: Fart noise

Heil!

SFX: Fart noise

Right in the Tallest's face!

"SILENCE, GIR!"

KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Hold on, hold on!" Zim snapped before opening the door. "Zim does not want any!...wait, why am I not upset that somebody's knocking? And that the somebody is the DIB-STINK!?" He gasped.

"Don't move, Zim!" Dib snapped, eyes narrowing. "I arrest you as the Phantom-Pie-Hurler." He told Zim, smirking.

"Curse you, Dib!" Zim hissed.

"Hands up you devil, don't move…this finger is loaded." Dib told Zim.

"If you kill me I promise you, you'll never take me alive!" Zim hissed.

"...uh...how are we going to prove that ZIM'S the pie hurler?" Skoodge inquired nervously.

"Actually, GIR hurled pies too." Zim explained, spreading his hands. "He just got into some sugar and some baking supplies and went INSANE...more so than usual." He added, seeing Dib's expression of "Oh, c'mon". "But then when DIB appeared to investigate and I threw one at HIM, I...I got hooked! It was so...exhilarating!" Zim went on as GIR held onto the last remaining pie. All of the other cooking supplies in the shack were utterly used-up.

"That pie's ALL the proof we need." Dib said, grabbing something in his jacket and pulling out a communicator. "Tallests Red and Purple?"

"Yeah?"

"What if I told you ZIM and his crazy robot were behind the pie-hurlings?"

"Ooh, then you can dissect him!" Red said happily.

"But we wanna watch!" Purple added gleefully as Zim's mouth hung open and he gulped deeply.

…

...unfortunately for them, the boat's engine had died. THIRTY days they drifted in an open boat.

"OOOAEIOUGHHHH!" Dib groaned as they lay back in the boat, looking up at the sky. He and Zim had flies circling around their heads. And he could hear birds calling in the air.

"There's freaky bald BIRDS circling around…" Zim muttered. He looked quite gaunt and was a pale green color by now.

"Vultures." Dib mumbled, adjusting his cracked glasses for the eighteen bamillionth time. His skin was pale and yellowy. "They're called vultures. Normally they stay on the PLAINS…"

"They came all this way…and just to EAT us?!" Skoodge muttered.

"I don't know…but we'd best watch out for the ones carrying those knives and forks!" Zim whispered.

"We all live in a yellow submarine! A yellow submarine! A yellow submarine!" GIR sang for the eighteen-bamillionth time.

"Come ONNNN, Dib!" Skoodge moaned, sitting up and holding his stomach as he whined. "We MUST eat that pie or we're going to STARVE!" He sobbed, his figure now far-depleted, his pudgy stomach a distant memory.

"NEVER, do you hear me, No!" Dib shouted, clutching onto the pie and snarling at Skoodge. "That's the only evidence we've got against him! This will get him on an autopsy table! I WON'T give it up...though…" He looked down at his stomach. "I must admit I've got one HELL of an appetite..."

"We've got to eat the pie, or we're going to DIE!" Skoodge demanded of Dib, frowning angrily.

"NEVER!" Dib cried out.

"WE MUST!" Skoodge insisted.

And that, dear readers, is the end of our story, except of course, for the END. So we invite listeners to submit what they think should be the true ending! Should our protagonists eat the pie and live, or leave it and…in the cause of justice…die? Meantime, for you ZADR shippers who just want a happy ending, here it is!

Zim and Dib held onto each other tightly, locked in a deep embrace. Zim, no longer in his disguise, smiles warmly at Dib as Dib returns the same loving smile.

"Darling, darling, will you marry me?" Dib asked, eyelids partially down the same as Zim.

"Of COURSE I will…darling!" Zim said, and the two then kissed passionately as Nick wiped his teary eyes with a kleenex, watching the two smooch up a storm, their tongues intertwining like two snakes making love, their chests rising and lowering as they took great deep breaths filled with life…

Thank you and goodnight.

#invader zim #Zim #Dib #GIR #dib membrane #Tallest Red #Tallest Purple #Skoodge #humor #comedy #fanfic #fanfiction #ZADR #joke

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VHS Player

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

SUMMARY: A movie (not) date with Steve may just ignite both of your hidden feelings.

A/N: I got Harrington baby fever. Potential pt. 1 out of 2

WARNINGS: fluff, flirting, back to the future, a bit of tension and simping

WORD COUNT: 3.1 k

To say you were pissed with how Saturday was going would be an understatement. You had the whole house to yourself, bought a bunch of snacks and drinks. All in the name of Back to the Future.

But your stinking VHS player was bugging like crazy, of course it wasn’t the tape, it was your player. The tape was pristine and new, while the player was on its last leg.

So, as much as you hated it, you unplugged the VHS you got in your car. Trying to find an open technology shop in order to see if anyone could do anything for your shitty VHS player.

Unfortunately, there were none open today. The only thing closest to a technician you can get was Family Video.

Pulling up to the curb in front of the store, you got out of your car begrudgingly.

Since it was a Saturday afternoon, there were a ton of people. You try to push pass the couples, teenagers and even hopeless singles, making your way to the counter. It was a struggle since the heavy VHS player in your hands was weighing you down.

“Excuse me.” You rang the bell a couple times before a familiar face turned around.

Steve Harrington, hair fluffed and face as perfect as ever. You guys were in the same clique when he was still in Hawkins High. Granted you were a year lower than him but, your group was made up of all levels. Freshmen till Seniors.

“Hi, what can I help you with- hey! Y/n, long time no see.” He flips his hair back with a flick of his wrist. Truly happy to see you again, since the last time you guys met was the occasional ‘bumping into each other’.

This was just like that, except this was longer than the ‘hi’ and ‘hello’. “Steve Harrington, how are you?” You say with an agape smile. Pretty happy to see a friend.

“Ah well, as you can see…” He points all around the shop, a bunch of people moving and talking. “…I’m living the high life.”

You giggle at his sarcastic tone, “I can see that. Well, I’m sorry to add more to your situation but, I kinda need help.” You patted your VHS player, a clanky metallic sound bonged through. “I was going to chill and watch Back to the Future but this damn thing chose to buffer.”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows, as if he was trying to tell you to go on. “And all the other technician stores are closed and this place is the only place I could think of.” You teetered and tottered between your toes.

“Oh well, I can try to look into it.” He moves the VhS player closer to him, sliding it across the counter. “No promises, though.” He carries it, taking it into the backroom before running back out to you. “Why don’t you uh, hang around here for awhile and I’ll let you know, hm?”

“Thanks, Steve. You’re a lifesaver.” You batted your eyelashes in his direction. He gives you a playful wink, disappearing to the backroom again. You chose to just roam around various sections you’ve never passed through before.

A few people recognized you, so you were quick to greet them back with a smile on your face. You weren’t even expecting to feel the tap on your shoulder from none other than Steve.

You spin around to face his pretty face. “So I know your problem.” He says with focus in his voice.

“Tell me.” You casually state, crossing your arms.

“You need a new cable, luckily we have a few that I can snatch out for you BUT my manager, the devil, needs to be gone.” He does that thing again with his hair, in classic Steve fashion, slightly leaning against some of the shelves.

“When will he be gone?”

“5 ish later.” Steve wave his hand around to show you his uncertainty. You didn’t want to waste your whole day here at the store waiting for that darn cable.

Hell, you didn’t even wanna leave your house. So, instead, you came up with a probable solution. “Can you swing by my place later and give it to me? With the VHS player too?”

Steve swore he felt his face warm up and flush with bright red. He’s been over to your house before, but it was with everyone else. It made him feel something he wasn’t sure about. But hey, dropping by isn’t the same thing as staying, so it’s probably not a big deal.

“Sure, you still staying at the same place?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yep, as always.” You flash him a soft smile, patting his arm before saying goodbye. “I’ll see you then, yeah?”

With a quick nod, you left the Family Video store. Ready to spend god knows what at home until Steve comes over with the much needed cable.

—

Your popcorn was getting stale and the soda pop was getting less fizzy. A quick look at your wall clock tells you it was already 6 pm. No Steve or VHS or cable in sight.

The heaviness of your eyes almost got the better of you, accompanied by the softness of the couch. That was until your familiar doorbell rang, prompting you to stand up to answer the door.

Steve stood there, VHS squeezed between his side and arm. “Hello, pretty girl.” A wink and a sly smile across his face.

“Thought you wouldn’t have come.” You open the door wider, allowing space for him to come in.

“Aw miss me that much, huh?” As if his own house, he headed directly to your living room. Knowing every inch of your home.

Upon closing the door, you roll your eyes. Following him to his side, as he kneeled in front of your television set. You watched as he intricately plugged in the new cable and a few other ones. Even switching a few switches in the process.

You weren’t quite sure where his skillset came from but maybe it was from being around VHS tapes; working at Family Video.

“Didn’t take you for a technical guy, Harrington.” You plopped down to his side, watching him delicately. He could feel your stare but focused on the task at hand instead.

“Well… I’m full of surprises.” He claps his hand, and finishes plugging your system back in. Joining you as you both sat on your carpeted living room floor.

You slap his cheek playfully, an action you usually did when he was still in Hawkins High. “Sure thing, Cassanova.” He couldn’t help but look at your face and the dull blue hue of the television reflecting against it.

To say he wasn’t being hypnotized, would be a lie.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. He’s constantly given you flirtatious compliments and suggestive comments, but you simply took it as a typical conversation.

“So uh-” He mutters out, snapping out of his little daydream. “What movie were you gonna play?” He glances to the back, trying to find out what you were about to watch.

You, who was also very distracted with this handsome boy, stuttered as you stood up to the center table. “This. Back to the.. Back to the Future?” Handing it to him, you sat back down on the floor.

He grabs it and slides it into the player. Patiently waiting for the movie to load. Soon enough, the beginning of the movie started playing. Gaining a relieved sigh to escape both your mouths.

Your first reaction was to wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug since you were always a touchy person.“Thank you so much, Steve.” Taken aback by your action, he couldn’t protest.

Simply put, he copied your hug by pulling you in even tighter.

“No biggie, y/n. Anything for an old friend.” Who was he kidding, it wasn’t just about being old friends, but rather— his admiration for you. He’d do anything for you. He pulls away slightly just to look down at you. Honestly you could melt into a puddle if you were being serious. Steve truly had a thing about his eyes and you weren’t an exemption from his power.

Feeling flustered as fuck, you interrupt the awkward air by moving backwards. Clearing your throat, you began to speak. “Would you uh…” you had no idea what you were about to say, but it just felt right. “Would you like to watch it with me?”

Steve stood there with his mouth slightly opened, scared of saying yes. Not because he didn’t want to but because he was terrified of spending that much time alone with you.

What if he won’t be able to control himself and just kiss you? What would you think of him.

But besides his fears, he wouldn’t pass up this opportunity.

His silence was scaring you though, so you began to take back what you said. “Ne-nevermind, heh what was I thinking? You probably got somewhere to be, yeah? Just forget about it-”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Steve grabs either side of your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I would love to stay! I don’t have anywhere to go and besides- even if I did, I would cancel.” He wanted to smack himself in the face for blurting that out. “We barely see eachother anymore, so…” That was the best excuse he could come up with.

With a soft smile, you nod at his words. “Great!” You pulled him over to the couch, plopping down as you grabbed the stale popcorn.

He plays the movie and takes a handful of popcorn before realizing it wasn’t as crunchy. “Sorry, it’s been out for a while.” You spot his scrunched face, and apologize.

“It’s fine.” He smiles back at you.

The movie went on as the two of you would occasionally look at one another. Laughing at the funny jokes and general weirdness of the whole movie.

You never thought Steve would be here on your couch, with just you, alone. You also did not think when your head leaned against his shoulder, just halfway through the film.

Steve didn’t know what to do, other than welcome your weight against him. Even slyly extending his arm around you, to the back of the couch. In order to slowly snake around your shoulder.

“I hope this is okay.” He whispers.

You look up at him without moving too much, simply by just looking with your eyes. “Yeah, no of course.”

“Good. Good.” Both of you turn your attention back to the movie. Something about Marty Mcfly knocking onto the young Doc Brown’s door.

But you still felt like it was awkward, so you whispered again. “I mean, cuddling is pretty nice, right? Friends cuddle…”

“Of course, friends cuddle!” He states like it was a matter of fact.

“Yeah, what am I thinking? Haha.” You snuggled into his neck even more, adjusting your seating position to better fit your posture.

He pulls you closer, “You and Todd are over, right?” He asks because he doesn’t want a boyfriend of yours to walk in and suddenly pick a fight. Also, because he wanted to see if you had anyone in your life.

“Yeah yeah, of course like, ages ago. Heh… You and Wheeler?”

“Oof, history.”

Silence. Silence and the movie’s noise filled the air yet again.

You felt his hand slide from your shoulder to the crook of your waist. He didn’t really plan on it happening, it just felt right. He wished you would let it slide (literally) and pay no mind to it. And so you didn’t.

A few minutes pass by and your arm found itself wrapped across his torso. Pulling him into you as a few laughs escaped your lips.

“Oh God, why did it have to be Biff?” Steve laughs out loud at the scene unfolding. George was supposed to pretend to rescue Lorraine from Marty, unfortunately, it was Biff.

“He’s a dead man, guaranteed.” You murmured against his chest, the vibrations of your voice made him stiffen up a bit.

You noticed because soon enough, you adjusted your position. Which made him stop you, “Where are you going? Stay.” He almost sounded like a little boy, desperate to keep you near.

He enjoyed the warmth your bodies were sharing, and so even if it seemed suspicious to want you near; he didn’t care. “It’s nice to cuddle… You know?”

Your eyes meet him again, and a blush spreads across your cheeks. “Okay, Harrington.” The way your arms wrapped around him again made him palpitate underneath your touch. Of course he held it in, but it was pretty hard to.

The rest of the movie went by, and you were now standing up. Stretching your arms over your head. Steve was also stretching, twisting and turning his waist around to hear it crack.

You look at the clock and see that it was already 8:30 PM, kind of comforted with the idea that Steve stuck around this long.

“Thanks for staying, Steve.” You started cleaning up, taking the bowl and empty soda bottle in hand. Steve takes the bowl from you and follows as you head to the kitchen.

“Thanks for inviting me to stay.”

He was quick to clean the popcorn bowl and stole a few glances at your pretty figure. You were in your pajamas and he didn’t understand how you made it look so striking. The fact that you were slightly bent over the trash can, trying to push the trash down didn’t help. Your body was perfectly silhouetted and he was staring right at your ass.

You looked gorgeous. Like a pretty model, off duty.

Steve flicked his eyes off of you when you turned around. You felt his stare on you and his immediate reaction just confirmed it.

“So uh, what happened with you and Todd?” He attempted to fill the dead air with a bit of dialogue. Also, to get his mind off your gorgeous body.

“Oh you know him, he was too full of himself to care about anyone else.” You moved to his side, drying the popcorn bowl with the towel for the dishes.

He couldn’t help but feel like those words were a bit too representative of him, “So, like me then?” His words falter.

And you caught his torn expression, “Oh god, no! Steve, you are nothing like him.” You slap his shoulder, playfully, opening the overhead cupboards to place the bowl back.

He felt a smile creep on his face at your reassuring words, his self doubt fading so he decided to play along. “Well of course not. I’m way more good-looking.”

“Yeah you are.” A wink to him made his chest warm up with glee. You chuckle at his side comment, tiptoeing as you try to put the bowl into the cabinet. Steve saw you struggling and immediately stepped in to help.

“Woah now, let me do it.” He swoops you from nearly slipping, while simultaneously grabbing the bowl. His arm was now supporting your waist as he closed the cupboards.

Here the two of you were again. Close and in contact. If this was the universe’s way of letting the two of you in on the joke, it was definitely not funny. It wasn’t funny because he was getting entranced by the way your pretty eyes looked under the kitchen lights.

“S-steve?” You straightened your back and fixed your posture. Loosening his grip along your waist.

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat and pushed the long strands of hair away from his face. “For what it's worth, Todd was a douche.”

You giggle, peering through your lashes as you look up at him. “He was. A douche with pretty eyes and a nice hairdo.”

“Not nicer than yours, though.” You reached up and messed Steve’s hair up a bit, which made him pretend to be angry.

Gasping and grasping his chest, “The holy hair mustn’t be ruined.” He pushed it back again.

“Oh you mean… like this?” You messed his hair up again with a quick jump, before running out of the kitchen to the main foyer of your house.

Fearfully hiding from Steve’s heavy footsteps. “Okay now YOU ASKED FOR IT.” He runs in a low stance which caught you off guard.

Unbeknownst to you, he was lifting you up over his shoulder, carrying you back into the living room. “STEVEEE” You pounded on his back, which only made him laugh at your poor attempt of escaping.

You felt the couch on your back when he dropped you down. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t gentle, which is why you released a verbal ‘ow’.

In classical fashion, you pretended to cry, covering your face while sobbing. Steve actually began to feel bad as he was standing over you. He kneels closer and attempts to apologize. “Hey, hey, y/n… I am so sorry, I-”

When you felt his face was just above yours, you unveiled your laughing face and tackle him to the couch by his neck. “HA! TAKE THAT!”

You then had the upper hand, twisting yourself above him. Now, this was sort of weird, since you were in a compromising position on top of his lap.

Steve was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He wouldn’t lie about the fact that having you on his lap feels like a dream and he wouldn’t lie or fight his hands from falling to your hips.

You were also not one to fight your body’s reflexes as they fell onto his shoulders. It was uncertain of how long you guys stayed there like that, but none of you noticed your mom and dad entering the house.

“Sweetheart?” You hear your mom’s voice as she clears her throat.

“I always knew you and Harrington were dating.” Your dad took off his coat and hung it by the foyer wall hanger. “I see the way you look at each other.” He shakes his head and jokingly eyes you and Steve.

Instantly, you pushed yourself off if Steve. Dusting your PJs off as you shyly smiled at your parents. “Mom! Dad! This isn’t what you think it is.” You fixed your hair nervously.

“I always like him better than Todd.” They ignored your worry-filled pleas and face, moving past you to go up to their room. Like this was the most expected and typical situation for them to walk in on.

You didn’t know what was more embarassing, the fact that your parents walked in on a suspicious situation or the fact that Steve and you were IN a suspicious situation.

You then felt Steve’s presence by your back, making you jolt up in shock. “I will, uh… see you, then?” He pushes his hair back, putting his jacket back on.

With a shocked yet flushed face, your thoughts ran wild with ideas and possible scenarios with Steve. Even if spending time with him didn’t mean a ‘date’, you’d still do it. So, you look up at him and nod. “Sure, no problem.”

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Part 2

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"Say, what time is it? I wouldn't want to keep you up 'till late, y'know with your shop and everything. It's been rather a long day." said Crowley, after emptying the last glass of wine Aziraphale had poured him.

"Oh, it's no problem really. No one actually knows when the bookshop is meant to be open. And anyway I don't think I would be able to sleep yet. I still can't believe we pulled that off without our miracles-- and on the West End!" said Aziraphale, with a big smile that surely wouldn't have worn off for at least another while.

"Such a big success, maybe they are talking about it on the radio. Or maybe someone has noticed a couple of nazi zombies leaving the theatre and they're talking about that. Shall we check?" and Crowley got up from his chair, wobbling a little, to switch on the radio. "That certain night The night we met There was magic abroad in the air" Crowley didn't even have time to change station, because Aziraphale had already got up on his feet, swaying towards him, a full glass in one hand, the demon's hand in the other.

"What are you doing?" said Crowley, blushing for his friend's sudden choice to grab him, but not really pushing him away. He was very glad he was wearing glasses in that moment.

"I've never heard this song and yet...it seems so right, don't you feel so?" said a tipsy Aziraphale, and somehow his head was now on Crowley's chest, his puffy cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You are drunk, angel."

"We can sober up whenever we want, we can't always dance though!" The angel kept swaying gently, while Crowley took away the glass of wine from his hand, like a responsable grown-up that knows when the other has had enough.

Aziraphale tried to fight him a bit, and so gravity had the best on both of them. They were now on the floor, lying next to each other. "The whole darn world seemed upside down." They couldn't help but laugh as they tried to get up. But in truth, Aziraphale rolled closer to Crowley and found himself on top of him. He removed his glasses, as he often wanted to do, to see Crowley's pretty yellow eyes.

"It was such a romantic affair And when you turned and smiled at me..." Aziraphale leaned over, his warm hands on Crowley's cheeks. And then it just happened. A happy kiss, that started out as two smiles meeting. The kind that children give each other on the playground. "How strange it was How sweet and strange There was never a dream to compare" They opened their eyes, still laughing, unaware of what they had just done. Aziraphale sitting on Crowley's belly, his hands on his breathing chest. Crowley with his knees bended, supporting Azi's back, his fingers resting on the angel's thighs. "Ah, this heart of mine beat loud and fast Like a merry go round in a fair" "I-- I'm so sorry Crowley, I--I don't know, I wasn't thinking! It must have been the alcohol and the song and, y'know all the excitement from the night and--" said Aziraphale in panic, with tears, no longer of laughter, now streaming down his face. "Angel, don't overthink it, really. It was an accident, I understand." Crowley lied, trying to get up and hiding his face behind the glasses he managed to grab back. "Please, tell me I didn't ruin this night." said Aziraphale seriously, and he grabbed Crowley's hand as he tried to look through those black lenses. "Everything is fine, I mean it. Listen, here's what we're gonna do. Tomorrow I'm coming back, without saying anything; you can do your little apology dance, if it makes you feel better, and I'll just know. We won't ever have to talk about it again." And yet, they probably both wanted to say something more.

"Oh, thank you. ...Perhaps from now on that's the only dancing we should stick to."

"I do love seeing you do it. Maybe you should have to apologize more often." Crowley smirked and put his hat back on his head. "Was that a dream or was it true?"

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Stressed out over the dumbest shit but hopefully I'll get my shit together this week -Danny Words: 3,325 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Outsider' -by Blanco White

IX. I Handle It Like a Champ

Walter is so nervous when he asks me out that I don't have the heart to say no. It's a big deal for an Aphrodite to be someone's crush, like a milestone. Even if you don't like the person. Considering how out of place I've been feeling, this has me over the moon.

"Do you even know this guy?"

"We wouldn't be going on a date if I did," I shrug.

"That's not..." Percy looks at his mom. "That's not how it works, right?"

Sally chuckles. "Do you like him, Ara?"

"He's nice."

"Where is he taking you?"

"The mall that's five minutes away from the coffee shop where we got those raisin muffins," I'm not good with street names, so I always give directions like that.

Percy frowns. "You don't know the city."

"I never leave this place?"

"We always go out together!"

"We're always cutting things short because we run into monsters."

"Tell you what," Sally intervenes. "I'll drop her off on my way to work, and you pick her up, we can get burgers after."

Percy and I look at each other, I pout and he gives in. "I'll pick you up at five."

Someone's dragging her away from the factory, she inhales sharply and tries to regain her footing. "I'm up! I'm alive!" Ara coughs out. "Where's Jason?"

"Here," Piper grunts.

Ara moves out of Leo's grip, and since she's stronger than Piper, she grabs Jason and carries him as best as she can. "Can someone tell me why are we running?" She pants.

"The Cyclops are regenerating!"

Ara swears in ancient Greek. "I don't even get to kill a stupid Cyclops?"

They reach Festus and Ara pushes Jason up with Piper's help. She asks Leo for a plastic bag, grabs two fistfuls of snow, and puts them inside it. Ara climbs the dragon and faces Jason while Piper hugs the unconscious boy by the waist. Leo is wiring Festus as quickly as possible while Ara works on Jason's head injury.

"Hang tight!" Leo yells.

Ara's back is pressed against Leo's, but she hooks her feet under Piper's legs just in case. The girl grabs her dino bag and seizes the bottle of nectar and a clean cloth, pouring the liquid on it and cleaning Jason's forehead, once again chanting under her breath.

The boy stirs in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. Ara wraps his head in bandages, keeping the cloth pressed over the wound. Once that's done, she dries her hands on her own cloak and gives Piper the bag with ice.

"Keep it on the bump, don't press too hard..." Ara leans on Leo and lets her head fall on his shoulder. "Thank the gods the children of Zeus have thick heads..."

I wait a whole hour before I conclude that this boy won't come. I wanna give him the benefit of the doubt, but then I see him with Karen and her friends at the arcade. I go away and call Percy—two hours earlier than he'd expected me to call—and he gets there in less than twenty minutes.

"Where is he?" Is the first thing he asks. His face is kind of scary.

I shrug. "No idea. Can we leave now?"

Percy's eyes get darker. "That jerk didn't show up?"

I avoid his gaze, really hating the conversation. "He came with Karen—"

"Who's Karen?"

"I guess she's my bully..."

I have to force Percy to sit down because he's ready to go and beat Walter's infant butt, and tell Karen a thing or two about what he thinks of people like her.

"I realized something," I say after a while.

"That you shouldn't date boys?"

I laugh. "No. That Karen's sad girl. And Walter really dumb. Imagine her convincing Walter to play a prank on me, and then wasting their weekend to get me down, but it doesn't work."

"Darn right," he pauses. "But uh... why didn't it work?"

I shrug. "Karen never smiles unless she's making fun of someone."

"So... you have it better," he replies, understanding my point.

"Probably," I smile. "You get me."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?"

"Oh, I was doing him a favor," I roll my eyes. "He could've been the first boy in our grade to have a girlfriend... though maybe he will, he's been with Karen this whole time..."

"Karen is not as cool as you," Percy claims, although he's never met her. "He'll live to regret it."

I'm thinking I'm already living to regret this moment. Maybe what the other cabin ten campers said to me isn't true, I'm not supposed to date whoever crosses my path, I must wait for the real deal.

"Whatever. I'm hungry," I get up.

"Let's go for those burgers and surprise Mom," he replies, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and ruffling my hair.

Percy gave the stink eye to all of my classmates for the rest of the school year, Walter would constantly wet his clothes on accident when trying to drink from the school's water fountains, but Percy always denied having something to do with it.

"You know, Ara," Leo says. "I know I'm hella good-looking, but this is the first time I make a girl faint—"

She sits up straight. "It was the blessing, they knock me out as soon as I'm done using them."

"You mean it's happened before?"

Ara yawns. "Yeah, but Aphrodite's didn't drain me like this..."

Piper grins. "But you looked really cool while fighting that Cyclops lady, so it must've been worth it, right?"

"Don't flatter me, feed me!" She groans. "I'm still growing, you know?"

Leo chuckles and pulls something out of his belt. "Here you go, doll, the Hephaestus's special."

He hands her a sandwich and Ara eats it quickly, not even questioning where that thing was a minute ago. "You guys will get me killed." Piper looks uncomfortable with her joke, and Ara feels guilty right away. "I'm joking. I just—"

"Cyclops!" Jason wakes up with a start.

"Whoa, sleepyhead..." Piper tightens her grip around him.

"Good morning!" Ara fixes his bandages. "You've been in a coma for a week—"

"What!?" Jason chokes.

Leo cackles, but Piper scolds her. "Don't do that, he's disoriented!"

Ara grins sheepishly, looking like her ten-year-old self for a brief moment. "It's all good, man. You went away just a second."

"D-Detroit," Jason glances around. "Didn't we crash-land? I thought—"

"It's okay," Leo glances at him over Ara's shoulder. "We got away, but you got a nasty concussion. How you feeling?"

Jason tells them about his dreams.

"An exchange?" Piper inquires. "What does that mean?"

The boy has half an idea. "Hera's gamble is me. Just by sending me to Camp Half-Blood, I have a feeling she broke some kind of rule, something that could blow up in a big way—" Ara's eyesight gets blurry again, and her throat closes up. "Ara?" Jason holds her in place. "What's wrong?"

If he's a Roman demigod that was sent to a Greek camp, then Percy... Ara looks up and shouts to the sky in ancient Greek: "AM I A JOKE TO YOU?" She grabs her dino bag and buries her face in it to muffle her screams.

Jason stares at her in alarm. "Guys, I think I broke Ara..."

The girl pulls herself together at lightspeed. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "It's fine. I'm great."

"You know something we don't," Piper presses. "Ara, just tell us..."

"Like you're telling us stuff?" She snaps.

Piper's face loses a bit of color. Ara immediately regrets it, she shouldn't be rude to them. She'll sob if she stays angry, so she closes her eyes and lifts a hand to prevent Piper from replying.

"We can't do anything to stop it."

"Stop what?" Jason asks.

Ara scowls at the clouds. "The exchange. We have other problems. Monsters don't stay dead, the solstice is approaching, and we don't know where Hera is—or Juno, whatever the Hades you wanna call her."

Ara switches to Italian because it's the one language she knows that the others don't. "Stia succedendo tutto di nuovo! Tutto in un unico viaggio: qual è il prossimo? La chimera e il leone di Nemea?"

"Yeah, she's definitely broken," Leo glances at her with a frown. "Ara, why don't you go back to sleep?"

That only sets her off more. "So the memories can harass me in my sleep? Where were we, Hypnos? Right! My brother's a hero and I'm a worm!"

"Ara," Piper speaks firmly. "Calm down."

Ara stops. She's throwing a tantrum and it's not helping. The girl pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I'm sorry... I just... I should sleep."

"My back is all yours," Leo offers playfully.

"Can I give it back?"

"You're so rude," he says, though he sounds delighted to be back on the receiving end of her taunting.

"I'm very rude." She thinks grumpily. "Leave while you still can."

The first time I meet Apollo, he knocks my self-preservation out of the park.

"Ara Jackson," he smiles brightly at me. "How's the new life going? You happy being New York's finest?"

"Do you have companions like your sister?" I blurt out, eyes wide in awe.

Apollo smirks. "Yeah, but mine are not, er... not maidens, exactly."

"What are they?"

He sighs dreamily. "Muses."

Apollo and Aphrodite share a few traits: Passion and a disposition to fall in love with just about anyone whom they may find impressive.

"Can I be your muse?"

"Alright!" Percy pushes me into the bus.

Nico Di Angelo—one of the two demigods we rescued—and I are bouncing off the walls of the chariot bus. We're talking everyone's ears off to the point Apollo has to kindly ask us to chill so Thalia can hear his directions. We crash-land on camp anyway.

"Goodbye, little muse," Apollo ruffles my hair, then pauses. He looks... eery.

"Lord Apollo?" I speak shyly.

He blinks like snapping out of a daydream. "I should get going..." He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Oh, whatever. See ya!"

Ara gets woken up the moment Festus lands. She stretches, feeling much better than a couple of hours ago. "Where are we?"

"Chicago," Jason jumps off the dragon and offers to help her. She moves his hand towards Piper and hops off landing next to him. "We're following some venti."

"I'll take a caramel latte," she mumbles sleepily.

Leo chuckles. "You know, I like you way better when your sense of humor's on. Is the quest helping you blow off some steam?"

Ara glances at him with a scowl. "Maybe. Fighting monsters helps—good thing they're not staying dead, I can kill them all I want."

She knows she shouldn't say that. Ara's the Fates's favorite fool, or maybe this is Apollo's twisted way of showing her support. Here are a bunch of traumatizing events for your soap opera! You're very welcome, muse!

Piper's ankle is hurting again, so Ara gets to work, but she's no healer. Piper shivers from the cold so Ara takes off her cloak and puts it around the girl's shoulders.

"No, that's your stamp of power, isn't it?" The girl frowns.

"This is my stamp of power," Ara shows Piper her compass. "The cloak helps when there are demigods who need to know who's in charge, mostly just for show, but it's warm. Use it." She gestures at Nico's aviator jacket, pretty dirty, but still intact. "I'll survive."

Piper arranges the cloak around her shoulders, and it's obvious that she feels weird about it. Festus malfunctions briefly but Leo tells them the dragon is okay, he glances at Ara and there is no emotion apparent on his face, but the message is clear. Shut up. I got this.

Ara's good at turning a blind eye, living with Percy gave her enough practice.

Percy and Thalia go to relate our quest to Chiron and Mr. D—and I am, as usual, left behind.

Nico's watching the orientation film, which I'm pretty sure no one has seen in decades, and I'm left to do whatever I want, so I look for Lily. She's with the Stolls, they're trying to get a hold of her knives, but she forgets all about them as soon as she sees me.

"Benedetti gli dei!" The girl holds onto my shoulders. "How did it go?"

I tell her about Annabeth's disappearance, and I feel so guilty that I burst into tears. Travis and Connor drop Lily's daggers to join the conversation. "I-I'm sorry!" Between sobs, I manage to explain we have a new camper but his older sister joined the hunters.

Travis is in shock. "Who abandons their sibling like that?"

"Are the new kids okay?" Lily asks worryingly. Her behavior is weird, I just told her Annabeth is missing and she's asking me about the new kids?

I clean my nose with the back of my hand. "Percy saved us." Lily punches my shoulder and I start crying again. "Can't you tell I'm in pain already!"

"That's for not following orders!" She scolds me. "You snuck away the second you were left unsupervised!"

"But I'm okay!"

"If you had stuck together, then Annabeth—"

"Let's not go there," Connor intervenes.

"What's going on?" Beckendorf's voice only makes me cry louder. "What did you guys do?" He scolds my friends.

"We didn't do that!" Travis points at Lily. "It was Saggio!"

She stomps her foot impatiently. "Ara put herself in danger and she's having a meltdown over it! ¡Incosciente!"

Beckendorf kneels to be face-to-face with me. "Wanna go to the forges, Birdy?"

I sniff. "I'll bring my teddy."

Ara's second time creeping into a sewer is not as fun as the first, she tells the others about her adventure with Percy and Annabeth recovering Hermes's staff.

Leo whistles lowly. "You are like a Barbie doll. Lots of jobs, looks..."

"My best friend calls me 'Queen Barbie'—Queen B, most of the time," Ara laughs dryly. "So you're not the first to bring up the resemblance..."

"May I interest you in a Ken?"

"Jason's not really my type," she replies.

The blond boy and Piper chortle, but Leo scoffs. "Was talking 'bout me..."

"You're not a Ken," Ara snorts. "You're like..." She hates bringing people down, but in this case, it's better if she does. "An elf on the shelf. You've seen those?"

"Jeez! Shoot me point blank in the head already..."

"Keep up the flirting and I might."

After Piper falls asleep, Ara studies her compass: The needle never points north, not that she would even know where the north is, the symbols on the object make no sense. Percy suggested once that maybe it points in the direction she needs to go, but it's always swinging from one side to another, not really settling on anything.

Jason's voice catches her attention. "This fire stuff you can do... is it true?"

"Yeah, well..." Leo makes a small ball of fire appear on his hand. Ara reaches out and keeps her hand hovering over the flames. When she does this, Leo's gaze softens.

"That is so cool," Jason says, reminding the boy he's not alone with Ara. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Leo closes his fist. "Didn't want to look like a freak."

"I have lightning and wind powers," Jason frowns. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs," he looks at Ara and grins. "Ara's like a jack in the box. You never know what she'll do next. Pretty spooky. No offense."

"None taken," she sighs.

"You're no more a freak than we are, Leo. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell, 'Flame on!'"

"If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death, and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!'" He shakes his head. "Trust me, Hephaestus Cabin doesn't see fire powers as cool. Nyssa told me they're super rare. When a demigod like me comes around, bad things happen. Really bad."

"Maybe it's the other way around," Jason shrugs. "Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that's when they're needed most. That's the reason why Ara's here, 'cause she has an advantage we don't."

She'd never thought of it that way, which is silly, because it makes sense. It doesn't have to be their fault, maybe they're the solution... like Percy was in his prophecy.

Leo moves the empty paper plates away. "Maybe. But I'm telling you... it's not always a gift."

"You're talking about your mom, aren't you? The night she died." Leo remains silent, so Jason continues. "Leo, her death wasn't your fault. Whatever happened that night—it wasn't because you could summon fire. This Dirt Woman, whoever she is, has been trying to ruin you for years, mess up your confidence, take away everything you care about. She's trying to make you feel like a failure. You're not. You're important."

"That's what she said," Leo's voice comes out with so much hurt, Ara's heart tightens. "She said I was meant to do something important—something that would make or break that big prophecy about the seven demigods. That's what scares me. I don't know if I'm up to it."

Ara lets out a dry laugh. The boys look at her. "Sorry, I just... I never thought I wasn't good enough until I got my wish granted. It's like, you reach the top, everyone's staring, and—How am I supposed to act now?"

"And you can't admit that you're scared," Jason nods, he doesn't know why, but he relates to what she's saying. "Because—"

"You did that to yourself," Ara completes.

"No," Jason's eyes twinkle with understanding. "They make it look that way, so you don't quit."

"They?" Leo asks, lost in the conversation.

Ara words it differently so Leo understands what they mean.

"You're given a bronze dragon, you know what's in it and how it works, you look after it, fix it to make it better... But sometimes it malfunctions, cause he was already kinda rusty when you got it—you didn't build it from scratch, but everyone acts like you did, they make you feel like it's your fault it's not perfect."

"Hmm," she can almost see the gears in Leo's head turning. "So we can't be good enough for ourselves... because we're carrying other people's mistakes? That what you're saying?"

"Guess so," Ara sighs. "Not only the mistakes, I mean, the children of Olympus have a legacy I gotta live up to, when I don't raise the bar, I'm doing a bad job. So like... thinking you're not up to it just because you haven't done anything different than other demigods before you, that's normal. It's good, motivates you."

"Is there a less awful way to be motivated?" Leo pouts.

Ara ponders this. "I guess you... keep tabs on your progress? You survived our encounter with the Cyclops, which gave you knowledge you didn't have two days ago. Just keep going, practice is what you do if what you want is experience. Your father told me I would be worthy of my power only after I got it, 'cause I would work hard to keep it..." Jason's looking at her funny. "What?"

"You're a good leader when you're not freaking out," he smiles. "Annabeth wasn't sure you'd be... I mean, I probably shouldn't tell you this—"

"It's fine, I've heard it before," Ara hugs her legs. "I get angry when I don't get what I want when I want it, but I'm working on it... No more freakouts starting today."

"I'm not sure you can promise—"

"I'm an Aphrodite, I can control myself," she brushes it off. "If I say I'll keep it together, I will. We're all confused here, that ought to keep me focused. Trust me."

"I trust you," Jason replies.

They stay silent for a moment, then Leo talks. "You ever wonder about the other three demigods? I mean... if we're four of the ones from the Great Prophecy, who are the others? Where are they?"

"I'm not one of you," Ara states confidently.

Jason frowns. "Why not?"

An expression of concern crosses her face before she replies."They wouldn't count me in knowing I'm forced to come."

"Okay, doesn't make sense to me, but let's say there are four demigods left," Leo rolls his eyes. "Where are they?"

"I don't know," Jason replies. "I guess the other four will show up when the time is right. Who knows? Maybe they're on some other quest right now."

"I bet their sewer is nicer than ours," Leo grumbles.

"Percy and Annabeth will be two of them," Ara admits quietly.

"What makes you say that?"

"You can't have one without the other," she feels like crying again. "And one of them has already been taken."

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Chapter Preview: Isabela strolled beside her in silence for a few minutes, she made an idle flourish with her hand, a gesture that used to produce a flower for her to play with. No flower appeared and she stared at her empty palm, frowning.

“Do you-, what’s it like? Having a gift and then suddenly… not having one?”

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14. Rebuilding

Mirabel didn’t know how to do this, she had never even thought about one day thinking about doing this, but it needed to be done. Rebuilding their house was one thing, but rebuilding their home was a whole different game. Looking at blueprints and hammering nails wouldn’t be enough, she needed to put herself out there in ways she never had before.

So, with a deep breath, Mirabel pointed out one of the girls Isabela had gone to school with, “She’s pretty.”

Isabela paused, looking up from the fruit stand they were shopping at to see who Mirabel was talking about. She snorted and rolled her eyes, giving Mirabel a “You gotta be kidding me” look.

“What?! She is,” Mirabel groused.

“She’s shallow. There are puddles with more depth than her. And she is way too into the Madrigal thing,” Isabela dismissed the other woman, “I once heard her plotting to try and trick Gabriel into being alone with her so she could claim he ‘took liberties’ and force him to marry her.”

“Oh,” Mirabel felt her shoulders deflate, then she tried for a grin, “well, if she found out marrying you was an option, she might-.”

“Dios, she would, she so totally would,” Isabela scoffed, shaking her head, “I’m pretty sure she’s not even into women, but she would marry me in a heartbeat if it got her the name.”

“So, if you get desperate-.”

“Not if she was the last woman on Earth.”

Mirabel’s grin started to feel a little more natural, “Well, yeah, because if she was the last woman on Earth you’d be gone too.”

“You know what I mean!”

“I’m just saying.”

“Ugh, come on,” Isabela handed the vendor some money and shoved the now full basket into Mirabel’s arms, flouncing away with such prissy grace, Mirabel half expected the miracle to come back just to provide her with her usual trail of flower petals.

She trotted to keep up with her sister, then gently bumped against her, “What about her?”

“Who?”

“Her, the one in the pink and blue.”

“Hm, unfortunately, I already know she is not attracted to women.”

“Darn. Her?”

“Oh, uh,” Isabela blushed, and cleared her throat, “we’ve already uh-. We want different things out of life.”

“Wait, is she your ex?”

“Sort of? I don’t know, it’s not like we were ever official. I mean, we did go on what were basically dates, a-and we did stuff but we weren’t-. She doesn’t want to ever be anything official with a woman.”

“Why not?”

“Her parents wouldn’t like it.”

“Oh,” Mirabel frowned, “right.”

That wasn’t something Isabela would have to worry about. With the revelation that Abuela already knew about his ex-boyfriend, Bruno had come out to the rest of the familia, paving the way for Isabela to do the same. Their Má and Tías had already taken their curiosity out on Tío Bruno years ago so they helped to field questions. Their Pá and Tío Félix had pulled Isabela aside and given her the same talk about respecting women’s boundaries they’d apparently given Gabriel and Camilo.

Camilo had made one joke about fish and flowers and had promptly been smacked with a cactus. Not by Isabela, by Dolores who had been holding a cactus for Isabela when she’d reflexively smacked her brother. She was very apologetic but he hadn’t made any jokes like that again.

Isabela strolled beside her in silence for a few minutes, she made an idle flourish with her hand, a gesture that used to produce a flower for her to play with. No flower appeared and she stared at her empty palm, frowning.

“Do you-, what’s it like? Having a gift and then suddenly… not having one?”

“I don’t know, probably like spending your entire life thinking you have magic to fix the miracle and then learning you don’t.”

“I… guess. But it’s not like-, I’ve never had magic, the whole miracle fixing thing was just this vague concept. You could actually make real flowers just appear out of nothing,” Mirabel said, “that was your whole thing.”

“Right,” Isabela said, slowly, then with a contemplative frown, “I miss it, but I also kind of don’t. Does that make sense?”

“No.”

Isabela rolled her eyes at her, “It’s-. I miss the actual gift itself, but I don’t miss being, y’know, Perfect Flower Making Isabela. I’m not saying that if I had a chance to get my gift back I wouldn’t take it, but, but-. It doesn’t feel like I’m missing a part of myself, and I thought it would.”

“Oh,” Mirabel paused to carefully consider her response, “I don’t miss Perfect Isabela either, I like the person you’ve been since Casita-. Since we lost the miracle.”

Isabela smiled at her, “Well, don’t get too attached, I’m still figuring things out.”

“I’m sure I’ll like whoever you end up being too.”

“Dios, have you always been this cheesy,” Isabela teased, slinging an arm around Mirabel.

“Well, last time we all tried playing it cool we lost the miracle,” she pointed out, “so no more! It’s all love, all the time now.”

This earned her a quiet laugh, “Fair. Love you, dork.”

“Love you too, nerd.”

“Nerd?! How am I a nerd?”

“Did you hear yourself talking about all those plants? Ay! You were like a plant encyclopedia, how much time did you spend researching all that stuff?”

“I-. That doesn’t-. It was my gift, I basically had to.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever nerd.”

“Oh, you are lucky I can’t make a cactus right now!”

Mirabel laughed, but otherwise didn’t respond. Isabela too, seemed content to settle into a companionable silence. They spent the rest of the walk back to the remains/beginnings of their house caught up in their own thoughts.

Together they passed out the fruit to their family and various volunteers, then went their separate ways to work on their own projects.

A couple days later, Mirabel was helping Tío Bruno mix the spackle when he pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned quietly.

“Are you still getting migraines?” she asked, well, blurted. She had always assumed his migraines were a product of his gift.

“Oh, uh, n-not technically,” he chuckled, somewhat bitterly, “tension headaches. I uh, I sort of thought that when my gift went away my anxiety would too, but uh-. Nope.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I-I keep clenching my jaw and it’s beginning to-. Never thought I’d miss my gift, b-but it turns out-. Well, there’s a lot about it I don’t miss, I-it just feels weird, not being able to reach out and feel the future pouring over me.”

Mirabel nodded, more to give herself time to think than because she understood, then slowly asked, “What was it like?”

It was a vague question, but he didn’t need any clarification, he gave her a crooked smile and shrugged, “Sometimes it was fun, being able to-, well you’ve seen some of my fun visions. I-I loved that part, always have. There was a time when-, I struggle sometimes to stand up for myself, so there was a time when it looked like I would spend my life telling people they’d get wrinkles when they were old, or when their pets would die. I was so busy giving everyone else visions I never got to look for the things I wanted to see.”

“Really?”

“Mh, yeah. My own future was l-looking pretty bleak. And then I got with Leandra and she fought for me to use my reservation system, and slowly, my gift started to feel like it was mine again, y’know?” he said, “Sometimes, I would watch robots be made or rockets fly through the stars and it would feel like my gift was-, I don’t know, like I had almost lost it, and then won it back, I guess. There’s so much about it I’m happy to live without, the migraines, people hounding me for visions, surprise prophecies, all that. But then I would see a meteor shower, or watch a newly discovered medicine save a ward full of children and all that felt-. It made it worth it.”

“I always thought-. You always seem so tired, and people can be sooooo… dumb about your gift,” Mirabel shrugged, “I guess I always assumed you must hate your gift.”

“I almost did,” Bruno said, “a-and I pretty much always hated being Bad Luck Bruno. I guess I hated the way people reacted to my gift, more than anything. I could live with the migraines, but people? Ugh.”

She smiled at that, and laughed a little at his exaggerated shudder. He gave her one of his quiet, crooked smiles and set aside the bucket of spackle. When they were done, they would deliver the buckets to the different work stations that needed spackle, but for now, Tío Bruno reached for an empty bucket to get started on the next batch.

“Isabela said something similar,” Mirabel murmured thoughtfully, “that she misses her gift but not how people reacted to it.”

“Hm, yeah, I bet,” he replied, “I-I was the village favorite when I was a kid. I remember how-, well, sometimes it almost felt better being Bad Luck Bruno.”

“Really?”

He shrugged, “I spent my childhood afraid of what would happen if I disappointed people. Then my fears came true and I discovered that I would still have a family that loves me. I-it’s- it still sucks sometimes, most of the time, actually. B-but it’s nice to know the people who say they love me, you know, actually do.”

“I love you,” she said, feeling a bit silly.

But Tío Bruno smiled at her with his hearth fire smile and said, “I know, I love you too, mija.”

After a few minutes in silence, Mirabel got up the courage to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me the truth about my gift?”

Bruno paused, then sighed. He didn’t respond at first, he took a few beats to think his answer through, then said, “I-I guess I was hoping if I could delay the cracks long enough, I’d figure out what the actual reason you didn’t get your gift was. I know your Má was also worried about what the truth would do to your confidence, and Leandra worried the more we talked about it, the more likely it was others would find out. B-but I really just-, ay, kid, I wish I had more answers for you.”

Mirabel nodded slowly, taking her turn to think before she spoke, “I appreciate what you did, but I also-. I wish you’d told me.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right, we should have told you sooner,” Tío Bruno said, “you had a right to know.”

She paused again, “I forgive you, of course. Although-.”

“Although?”

“Well, now you got me thinking about the fact I’ll probably never know why I didn’t get a gift,” she sighed, “that’s-. Oof. Almost wish we could go back to you lying to me about it.”

He snorted, recognizing both the tiny bit of irony laced into her words, and the truth to them, “Ay, sí. If it helps, the c-curiosity has been killing me and Leandra these past ten years.”

“Really?”

“Sí,” he said, emphatically, then with a slight shake of his head, “You wouldn’t believe how many nights we spent lying awake debating different theories. It just-. It makes no sense!”

“What did you guys think it was?”

“Oh, we’ve considered everything, even-, I don’t know if you remember this, but in between touching the candle and the doorknob, you wiped your hands on your skirt,” Bruno shrugged, “I spent a good year wondering if that was it, then when Octavia got her gift she did the same thing, so.”

Mirabel couldn’t help a little laugh, “That’s kinda ridiculous.”

“I know, I know,” he shook his head, “but I’ve had ten years to wonder about this! Not every theory’s gonna be a winner.”

“What were some of the other weird ones?”

They spent the rest of the afternoon trading increasingly ridiculous theories about her lack of gift back and forth. Weirdly, it did help to know that this had been bugging Tío Bruno as much as it was just starting to bug her.

Another week later, the ground floor was done and they were all sleeping in the dining room, kitchen, or laundry room. Mirabel was sitting quietly with Abuela, both of them working on their embroidery to wind down before bed, when Amada slowly approached.

Mirabel looked up at her expectantly, assuming her cousin was here to talk to her, but Amada had her eyes trained on Abuela. It took a minute for Mirabel to place why that felt weird, then she realized she’d never seen Amada and Abuela interact outside of assigning chores, or using Amada’s gift.

Abuela glanced up and did a double take when she realized Amada was approaching her and not Mirabel.

Amada stood in front of Abuela and for a second nobody said anything, Mirabel and Abuela exchanged glances, while both trying to look like they were still focusing on their embroidery.

“It seems unfair to say this after you’ve already apologized,” Amada said, eyes on her hands as they played with the shawl Mirabel had made her, “b-but I hate how easy it always would have been for you to stop talking to my Pá.”

“Oh,” Abuela put down her project and gave Amada her full attention.

“I also hate how easy it would have been for you to start treating me the same way you treated him.”

Amada paused and looked at Abuela, but Abuela didn’t say anything.

“And um, I was angry at you, s-so I thought it was only fair that you-,” Amada gulped, “I’m sorry, Abuela. I’ve known this could happen this entire time. I-I’ve seen it over and over, a h-hundred different ways. I knew how much you were still hurting and I n-never-. Should I have-?”

“No, mí corazon, no, no,” Abuela shook her head, “that-. I would not have responded well.”

Amada still looked deeply troubled, despite Abuela’s assurances, and Mirabel doubted Abuela knew why. Now that she thought about it, she doubted Abuela knew much of anything about Amada other than how her gift worked. She debated if it would be better to let them talk and get to know each other without interference, or if they needed a mediator for the time being.

“Would you like to sit with us?” Abuela asked, valiantly masking most of her uncertainty.

There was a pause, then Amada nodded and sat beside Mirabel. Silence descended over the trio like a thick, scratchy blanket on a sweltering day.

After suffering through it for a few seconds, Mirabel popped her lips then in a slightly too loud voice said, “So! The weather’s been great lately, hasn’t it?!”

Amada and Abuela both rushed to agree, Abuela mentioning the “sweet smelling breezes this time of year” and Amada bringing up the “great clouds”.

Then there was more silence.

“Amada, mija,” Abuela suddenly said, “I am sorry, for how precarious your position in the family has been. I-. The last thing I wanted was for any of my grandchildren to feel-.”

“Am I?”

“¿Perdon?”

“Um, am I your grandchild,” Amada stared down at her lap, “I mean, I know that we’re apart of the same family, but a-are we family?”

“¿Que? Of course we are,” Abuela raised her voice, more out of shock than anger, “You’re-. I have never even considered that you and your siblings-. Of course we are, Amada.”

Amada didn’t respond for a long time, then quietly said, “It’s just, we’ve never…”

“Sí, I know, I know, I haven’t spent as much time with many of you as I would have liked. Tomorrow I am going to have lunch with Camilo, but how about the day after, we have lunch together,” Abuela suggested, “just the two of us. I would like to know you.”

Amada shrugged, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the right way to say whatever it is she wanted to say, “It’s different, though. Camilo is, you know, biologically your grandson. I’m just your son’s daughter.”

Abuela frowned deeply, looking at Amada with mournful eyes, “Do you want me to be your Abuela?”

Amada nodded.

“Then I am,” mind apparently made up, she nodded once, “the day after tomorrow, we’ll have lunch.”

“Alright.”

The silence that followed this agreement was less awkward, but ten times as tense. After a few minutes, Amada left, getting up and walking away with the same abruptness that her father had when he was uncomfortable.

Abuela sighed, watching her leave, “How did I ever let so many things slip?”

Mirabel wasn’t sure if this was a real question, or if Abuela was just talking to herself, but she answered, “Well, there are nine grandchildren and an entire village to keep track of. That’s kind of a lot. Too much, really.”

Whether or not she’d wanted an answer, Abuela gave Mirabel a small smile, “Ay, sí, that’s true. But how have I allowed my grandchildren to be what slipped through the cracks?”

“Because we all have parents who love us, where as the village only has you for leadership?”

“Do you have an answer for everything, mija?”

“I try to,” Mirabel grinned at her.

Abuela smiled while shaking her head, “Well, no more of that. You are right, I have taken on too much for one person, and I am setting a poor example for my familia. I will have to look at everything on my plate, and decide what burdens can be shared.”

“With how large the village is getting, we’re probably going to need a more official form of government anyways,” Mirabel noted, she’d spent the past few weeks getting to know the different villagers and she was coming to understand how complex running a town was.

Abuela nodded her agreement, then looking back down at her embroidery said, “I would like it if you, Isabela, and your Tío Bruno could help me with all of this. I believe you are each the best suited to either take over a task, or tell me when I am expecting too much.”

Mirabel felt something warm fill her chest, she knew she didn’t need her Abuela’s validation, but it still felt good to hear herself be deemed “best suited” to do anything.

“Great! That’s-. Can’t wait,” Mirabel said, barely keeping herself from dancing in her seat.

Abuela seemed to see right through her, however, and gave her a warm smile, “I am proud of you Mirabel. You are becoming quite the young leader.”

“Thank you Abuela,” she all but whispered, then said, “love you.”

“I love you too mija.”

They turned back to their embroidery, settling back in to a peaceful silence.

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