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fubukinorris · 1 year

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❧ "i'd love to see me from your point of view"

♢regular tags: fluff, established relationship, long distance relationship (shinichiro, akane), alcohol (ryusei), gn! reader, reader is nicknamed bituin (shinichiro), babe (ryusei, senju), and sunshine (chifuyu)

ft. chifuyu matsuno, ryusei sato, shinichiro sano, senju kawaragi, inui akane

a/n: this song made me cry. i really, really want someone loving me one day.. probably when i get over my fears and manage to love myself.

(It's like you got superpowers Turn my minutes into hours) -Shinichiro Sano

"And there was this announcement about the races..."

You met Shinichiro about a year ago. You found him dragging two motorcycle engines along the road and you felt inclined to help him. That help had the element of exchanging numbers, a few dates, and a weird confession that ended up with you and him in bed.

Nevertheless, even when Shinichiro had to go back to his homeland, he was always thinking about you. Sure, he had to work a few more hours at the bike shop to pay for international calls, but it was worth it every time.

"Oh! And I won a contest today! You won't believe how I did it!" Your excited voice makes Shinichiro chuckle. "Tell me all about it, bituin. I have time."

"You sure? Isn't it midnight there?" You ask him. "You should be sleeping, Shin. Don't tell me you're gonna stay up all night and work at the bike shop..."

"Well, my work involves the bike shop but I'm not going to stay up all night. Again." Shinichiro scratches the back of his neck as he said that, laughing a little. "Enough about me, bituin. Tell me about that contest."

"Ah, right! So my instructional materials..."

Shinichiro didn't mind that the late hours were fast approaching. He couldn't wait to see you again. After all, he'll be hearing your voice again in a few months. He needed to count his money for a flight to the Philippines.

(You know me better than I do Can't seem to keep nothing from you) -Sato Ryusei

Ryusei didn't mind if you drank a lot. Besides, you only drank whenever you had a problem. Which was... usually every at the end of the month.

It didn't help that it was finals month. You were already on your fourth glass of whiskey, but it was strange to Ryusei. He had been with you long enough to know that you were a loud type of drunk, yet here now, you were as quiet as a mouse.

Something was up.

"Babe." Ryusei lightly taps on your shoulder. "You've been quiet all night. Did something happen?"

You were still quiet, but you only nod. Ryusei didn't really need to ask, so he just holds his arms out. "Come on, I hate seeing you like this."

A sniffle was heard from you, and you wipe your eyes before you bury yourself into his arms. "What made you think something was wrong, Ryu?"

"You're an annoying baby when you're drunk, babe." Ryusei teases with a small chuckle. You look up at him, pouting. "Can't really hide anything from you can't I?" You ask before burying yourself back into your boyfriend's chest.

Ryusei gently strokes your hair. "Mhm. Nothing really, no."

(I'm getting used to receiving Still getting good at not leaving) -Kawaragi Senju

Senju always spoils you. A lot. Even a simple window-shopping date would end up with you carrying at least one bag of something that you liked.

Senju just... liked buying you stuff. You weren't financially struggling, just really, really silent with what you want and you always decline if anyone would offer you to buy something. Even when someone wanted to treat you for food, you would say no.

"Babe." Senju finally puts her hands on your shoulders. "You can't say no to this one."

"But, baby-" You try to start but your girlfriend shakes her head. "No. You can't decline this one. This is something you've been wanting try and eat for months!"

You had a perplexed look on your face. "Listen, baby. I really appreciate the things you do, but I don't deserve them." You hold her hands as you say that, looking down. "I really... really don't."

There was something laced in your tone of voice. Senju knew that tone all too well. She cups your face now, making you look at her. "Babe. You deserve everything. You... you really do." Senju smiles a little. "If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you."

You widen your eyes at that, trying to stop the tears from falling. "Don't cry." Senju wipes your tears away with her thumbs. "Listen, you're valid and you deserve so much. Now come on, lets go and try that dessert you've been eyeing."

(You love my lips 'cause they say the Things we've always been afraid of) -Inui Akane

You and Akane met through a mutual friend. The friend hangouts would turn into friendly dates and those friendly dates would lead to romantic dates.

This was your first relationship with someone. And someone like Akane was... a one of a kind.

It was like the red strings of fate pulled you both together, and ever since then the both of you have been inseparable. All those pictures, dates, hugs, and kisses is what made your relationship with Akane much more meaningful.

"Look, it's snowing." Akane giggles when a snowflake lands on your nose. "I guess winter's coming early."

"Funny, winter reminded me of our first date." You say with a laugh. "I was... a nervous wreck, now that I remember it."

"Tell me about it. You spilled juice all over yourself." Akane had a teasing grin and you only blush at the memory. "I didn't spill! The cup just moved on its own!" You retaliate in defense, making Akane laugh. "Hey, Akane-chan! Stop laughing!"

Akane couldn't stop her fit of laughter and you cup her face with your mittens, making her stare at your red face. Akane's face mimicked yours, obviously surprised. "Uh--Wow, you're on a trip to memory lane, are you?"

You only smile. "Yeah... I remember cupping your face like this..."

"And I put my arms around your neck..." Akane does the action, now smiling.

You both stare at each other before closing the gap. The first kiss is always the most memorable, and while others say that finding that spark was impossible, you and Akane definitely kept the spark going.

(I wanna love me The way that you love me) -Matsuno Chifuyu

Chifuyu was always the aggressive golden retriever in the relationship, and even he seemed to notice too. He was clingy, affectionate, a gentleman; you name it.

But what really came down to it was how passionate he was. You didn't mind that he read shoujo manga. You were an avid reader yourself, and that meant the conversations would be way longer than anyone else that you knew.

"Sunshine!" It was the usual routine once more, with the blond hugging you from behind and you giggling at the affectionate action. It had been... what, only six months? Yeah, six months since the both of you started dating. "Hey, Fuyu." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Ready to go?"

Chifuyu lets go of the hug, still smiling. "Why wouldn't I be ready for this? It's our six month anniversary!" He held your hand as the both of you walked in the crowded streets of Shinjuku. There was a Nana themed coffee shop and Chifuyu wanted to take you.

You were curious now, so you finally plucked up the courage. "Hey, Fuyu?"

"Hmm?"

"How come you're always happy around me?"

Chifuyu looked at you, stunned. "Why wouldn't I be happy around the love of my life?"

"Well..." You cleared your throat. "I dunno. I just have that nagging feeling."

Chifuyu had a blank expression on his face before leaning to kiss your nose. Your face turns bright red at the action, and the blond only smiles sweetly. "I love you too much. Seeing you everyday was a blessing already. And dating you? That was probably the best miracle I could ever ask."

#norrisworks #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers fluff #chifuyu matsuno #ryusei sato #shinichiro sano #senju kawaragi #inui akane #ryusei sato x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #senju kawaragi x reader #inui akane x reader

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nippleplayer0 · 10 months

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AKITO X READER DRABBLE

Operation: "What the fuck is up with Akito ?!"

Summary : Akito has been leaving practice early, what's with that ?!

Based off this post

Tagging : @readingnia

Akito is many things, one of them is.. usually, respectable. Though criticized, you can't say he isn't passionate, and hard working.

So, to say him leaving practice early was odd, is an understatement.

Though he always made sure to go to practice early to make up for it, never once had his closest friends see him cut off the chance for extra practice.

Even worse, not even Touya was aware of what was going on !! And trust, the ginger boy REFUSED to elaborate on his whereabouts.

So, with this information - Or, lack thereof, Operation : "What the fuck is up with Akito ?!" Had officially begun

It was a hot summers day, and, not surprisingly for the group, Akito had announced that he had to go.

"Really. Again ?" An pretended to be annoyed, though secretly, she was beyond excited to see what he was up to.

"Yes." He said, actually annoyed that he was now being held up. "Again."

With that, he threw his bag over his shoulder and left, "Bye Touya, Kohane. And An too, I guess."

An couldn't even manage a remark back !! Finally, they were going to find out what he was up to.

A few minutes after he left, they began "sneakily" following after him. With cheap sunglasses and hoods up, they actually stood out more; Lucky for them though, he was too giddy to notice.

Then, he stopped.

"Oh no-" Kohane squealed scared that they'd been caught, but An was quick to place her hand over Kohane's mouth.

"Shh !! Look." An whispered, as thankfully, rather than realizing he was being followed, he walked into a sweet, innocent seeming flower store..

"He's going into a flower shop.." Touya muttered, confused on why his friend would be at such a shop.

"What could he be doing ?" Kohane questioned aloud

An, impatient, continued, "And what could be taking him so long ?"

Eventually, the ginger walked out with a sweet bouquet.

"Huuh ?! What's he doing with that ?" An questioned

The other two weren't sure either, however, they didn't have much time to figure it out as he began walking again.

They kept following the boy until they found themselves at a park.

They were peaking through the bushes, while they watched Akito stand for a few seconds, before -

"Boo !!"

An unfamiliar person jumped from behind him, and clung onto him from behind.

They all stared In shock- Surely some fight was gonna break out, right..?

Nope.

The boy let out a small laugh, and pulled the stranger into a hug.

"Missed you.." He admitted.

Shocked was an understatement. Is this the same Akito ?

"Aw, Akito, I missed you too."

He sighed, refusing to let go. "My friends are wondering where I keep going."

"You still haven't told them ?" They questioned

"It's not that I don't want to !! But if they found out I was dating someone they'd-"

A high-pitched scream cut him off..

"WHAAT ?!" An squealed, never in a million years could she have guessed that THIS is what Akito was up to !!

Akito quickly backed away from the hug, while the other person looked back surprised.

"GHH- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE..?" Akito screeched.

"UM. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?" An countered

Nervously the other two stood up as well,

"KOHANE- TOUYA ??" He was shocked.

Kohane nervously stood there, while Touya spoke, "Why didn't you tell us you were dating someone ?"

"Gh.. no reason.." He blushed. Fuck, he really was caught.

However, his S/o smiled. "I assume you're all his friends ?"

"I thought we were !!" An fake sobbed, "BUT HE WONT EVEN TELL US WHO HE'S SEEING !!"

"Shut up." Akito muttered.

End !! Now I also have some headcanons hehe cause I love this idea

Akito was right about why he wanted to keep his relationship a secret

Every time Akito went to leave, even if it was for something else, An was quick to make kissy faces and ask if he was going to see his s/o

Ken already knew.

An felt BETRAYED.

Akito had first confided in him about his feelings for his now S/O

"WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US ??"

"idk u didn't ask lmao"

Ena finds out because An told Mizuki, and oh boy did Mizuki tell Ena.

"WH.. YOU TOO?" Akito could barely handle An knowing, but ENA ??

An, Mizuki, and Ena are trying to get your contact info, and Akito is fighting for his LIFE trying to stop them.

However, they end up finding you and y'all become best friends 😭😭

The teasing is NON STOP 💀💀

#akito x reader #shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #proseka x reader #project sekai

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sillyseaveerablogs · 4 months

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Part 1 of Chapter 3 Aug (TдT) Tagging some moots so they can RB this- @misty-zzz @cartoon-angerr @paidexp @thisblogisblank @n1ttnan1t @amberkaiju @vh4mp

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾ It was a gloomy morning. Wind was blowing gently to the extroverted people out on Platera, the Plant Island town. The rain is pouring its insides onto the buildings and the statue of a woman with curtain bangs and a lizard-like tail with leaves and mosses following along. There were three monsters in front of the statue. One of them put up their arms and said to the statue, “Hey Ma, me, Bloom and Terra are going to Airno to see Aether and Sora. Do you accept that, Ma?” Their soft magenta iris glares at the statue’s closed eyes. They then turned to their sister and their friend and said to them, “Ma accept us! I couldn’t believe it.” Terra was smiling with a V-shaped mouth. She is a half-human half-Epic Plant Wubbox with a milk chocolate skin, dark navy blue irises, and green core underneath her black tank-top that is overlapped by her shoulder cut dress with a ribcage around her chest. Her willowy pastel green hair sprouted with Ixoras are blowing by the gentle wind. Bloom, Aether, Sora and Andrea are the daughter and sons to the celestials, that being Lauma Rossa, the Celestial of Plant and Atticus Althorne, The Celestial of Air. Since they’re hybrids, all of them are mixed with their genes. Only Aether is the only one with his father’s looks. Bloom, Andre and Terra decided to celebrate Sora, the youngest of the Althorne family, 15th birthday on Airno, the Air Island town. They finally booked their tickets for travelling reasons. They then go to the marketplace, where every monster sells everything! From Chocolate to meat to anything you want, basically you name it. Terra bought the present to give Sora. Although she still worries about her big brother’s condition. Wilbur. He never contacted her ever since the separation, poor guy, Terra thought. Maybe a letter to him will surprise him.

───※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※─── After the shopping spree with Bloom and Andrea, she immediately goes back into her room, filled with roses and exotic critters. The critters chirped and chipped as she went into the room. She sat on her desk with notes piling on other notes, a pile of notebooks sat at the corner and a pegboard with important things to jot. She picks up the bunny critter and stroke it gently as she plucks a sticky note from her desk drawer and write; Dear Wil, I know it’s been a while since you ran away from us, but I got an announcement to make, WE'RE GOING TO AIRNO TO CELEBRATE SORA’S 15TH BIRTHDAY! Now does that name ring the bell? Anyway, could you bring one of your creations? I say that because Mavi told me that since your creation wants to meet someone outside of you and him, it would make a great oppurtunity to see other exotic monsters. Also you can reject the request if you want to, just maybe a letter to send to me or a card is fine tho. I’m gonna pen off now, it’s night so I gotta hit the brakes. Bye! From your sis, Terra Terra’s face split into a smile. She put the letter into a postcard, and stamped it with a foxglove. She then sprinted to the outside, waved the mail at the bluebird critter; it then took the mail with its feet and flew away from her. ───※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※─── Mavi, the EWW was watching the view when the mail fell onto them. They stare at the mail and soon after the mail is supposed to be for Wilbur, They grinned and sent the mail to Wilbur. Wilbur was in his room, creating what seems to be a Zuuker, when Bradley the Brump whisked into his room and yelped, “Dad, Mavi sent you a mail,” Wilbur stood, skulked and grabbed the mail from Bradley’s hand. Brad then ran away to the living room. Wilbur then sat on the chair and read Terra’s mail. His corner of his mouth then lifted afterwards. He then sent Terra’s mail and started writing as a reply. Mid-way through the writing, his thoughts turn to Humbert. Hmm, I should write one for him, he thought, smiling even though their friendship ended when they're teens.

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙ At the Gossamery Town, the Ethereal Island township, a now 17-years-old Humbert is watching his younger siblings, Skia, the youngest sister in his family, playing catch with her other older brothers, Umbra and Nyx, around the playground, full of bright and cheerful double-ethereals as toddlers. As the three siblings run in circles, Humbert notices that Meeb is flying towards him with a postcard attached to his hand. Hum then grabs the post card, thanks Meeb and reads the card. It reads: Hey Humbert, So sorry about that time I slapped my sister in front of you and ran away from Terra, Walter, Berlioz, you, your siblings and Rumi. I’m just so mad that the stupid f**ka** green bird with three legs manipulated the Colossals that I thought my sister was yelling at me for not doing anything. Glaring at her with my amber eyes, I had enough. I slapped her and I looked at them and I was shocked so I ran away. Again, I’m sorry. Um, is Walter and Berlioz ok? I’m worried about them as I’m writing this message. Let me know as soon as possible, I have to pen off now. Bye. Signed, Wilbur Knowing Wilbur is still alive, Humbert smiled sadly but genuinely. He felt like writing him a letter as a reply to him. They quickly stood up and chirped to his younger siblings to go home, as the crystallised sun was lowering down to the horizon.

#my singing monsters #Seaveera's writing corner #Writeblr #comforting souls msm #comforting souls #Msm #msm au

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vnmpior · 2 years

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TATTOO PARLOR ☆ CRUSH

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader (gender neutral)

summary: it's your first time getting a tattoo, and you can't help but notice that your tattoo artist is a bit. . . hot

I need michael moots hmu + I'm taking over the michael tag :) this also might have 2 parts

I had to search up abt tattoos in the 80's for this ong and I use the word arm so much help

not proofread

part one ## part two

the bell above the door rang, announcing your presence. it was a pretty small shop, and there were only two people working there. one was occupied with inking someone and the other was wiping down equipment.

"hey, you here for a tattoo?" the man who wasn't working greeted you. "sorry, stupid question. you're obviously here for one."

you nodded, smiling. woah, he was attractive.

"there's this one thing I want. can I show you?" you started pulling your reference out your bag as he agreed.

"this is cool," he examined the drawing. "where do you want it?"

you pointed to where you wanted it on your lower arm.

"alright, just wait over here. I'll make a stencil." he pointed you over to a chair and went somewhere to the back.

a few minutes of absently swinging your legs and looking around the store, he finally came back.

he sat down in the chair that was facing yours, and grinned.

"ever had a tattoo done, love?" he motioned for you to show your arm to him and he began to wipe it down to sterilize it.

"no." you shook your head, shivering at the cold wipe. or was it because such a hot man was literally touching you? has to be the cold wipe.

"well, you picked a decent spot to get your tattoo, so this shouldn't hurt." he ran his hand through his mullet after throwing away the wipe.

his hair looks really soft.

you mentally scolded yourself, pushing that thought into the back of your mind as he pulled on some gloves.

"so, what's your name?" you asked when he began to place the stencil on your skin.

"michael. yours?" he seemed concentrated on placing it just right.

you gave him your name, and he slightly nodded in acknowledgement.

after nearly 20 tries, he seemed content with the placement and focused his attention on his equipment tray.

"I'm gonna have to shave the area real quick," he held up a razor.

he did this in silence, the buzzing of the other tattoo gun the only noise in the shop.

you were busy thinking about something- or someone- else, and michael snapped you out of it.

"this is gonna feel kinda weird, alright?" he waited for you to answer before settling the tattoo gun's needle onto your arm.

you slightly flinched, and michael locked eyes for you for a second before putting his gaze back to your arm.

"steady, love."

you slightly flushed and decided to admire his arms. he has zero right to be wearing a band shirt with rolled up sleeves.

"you work out a lot?" you broke the silence.

his muscles rippled, and he chuckled. "yeah, I do. you like them?"

"i didn't say that!" you defended yourself.

"I didn't say you said that," he smirked, wiping off some excess ink.

"mhm," he hummed.

yeah, you were gonna shut your mouth from now on. but man. . . he smells like vanilla and something more darker.

there wasn't really that much pain, until he grew closer to the inside of your elbow. you let out a little yelp, and michael asked you:

"you okay? it starts to hurt more in bends like that."

"I'll be fine. the pain isn't even that bad." you replied, holding back little tears.

"sure you aren't a masochist?" he joked, and by then he was done with that area of you arm.

"depends." you shot back.

he laughed.

"do you have any tattoos?" you haven't seen any on his arms.

"I do."

you started looking more closely at him. "I dont see any."

"you really love checking me out, huh? that's because they're in places where only some people can see."

your face heated up at the implication of that, only letting out a small "oh."

the rest of the linework was done without either party speaking to each other. you decided it was best you leave him alone.

of course, you still jumped a little whenever the pain got worse, and michael would comfort you, but other than that no real conversation was made.

nearly an hour later, michael shut off the gun and let out a sigh, standing up.

"you like it? all I have to do now is wrap it up." he stood, grabbing something that looked like saran wrap and applied it to your tattoo.

"I love it!" you exclaimed.

he was happy with your response, and then began to tell you about taking care of the tattoo.

"keep this bandage on for three days, and then you're going to have to take care of your tat for two weeks." he went on about self care, but you weren't exactly paying close attention.

you were pouting about not being able to see michael again. well, you could get another tattoo, but that means you'd have to get a lot.

"hey, love, did you hear me?" he waved his hand in front your face. "you're staring."

"I heard you," you lied. that's embarrassing.

"hope you did. if not, I'll give you this pamphlet that gives you the same instructions I just told you. jack over there will take your payment." he gestured over to the redhead and left to the back room again.

you payed, and michael came back.

"here," he held it out. "make sure you read it closely."

he winked and you were sure the tips of your ears were turning red. you took it from him, thanking him.

"thank you so much, michael."

"no problem. you should totally come again. you're one of the best clients I've had."

"I'll try my best," you promised.

you left, looking back at the store and seeing michael waving at you. you waved back and made it into your car.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and looked at the paper in your hand.

'call me love <3 xxx-xxxx-xxxx' was written on the front.

oh, you were definitely coming back.

#fnaf #michael afton imagine #michael afton #michael #michael afton x reader #fnaf michael afton #fnaf imagines #fnaf x reader #x reader #michael afton smut

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msg4andre · 2 years

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#MYSTERY GIRL- E.M

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: hi sexies. I really love this concept so I hope y’all do too :DD <3 This is gonna be a series cuz no way I can fit this into one piece HAH | masterlist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ contains: eddie munson x famous!rockstar!reader, eddie and the reader are both in their early 20’s, punk aesthetic!reader, late night phone calls, suggestive topics, Reader is the lead singer (sorry y’all I don��t know enough about instruments to write about it NSKS)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 2,132

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tag list: @ourprisma

Eddie’s stomach rumbled as he pushed the door of some burger place open, Gareth following closely behind him equally hungry. “Dude I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited. I’m starving.” Eddie groaned. “Well setting up gigs takes a long time, find a table to sit and I’ll order for us.” Gareth said as he walked towards the cashier. Eddie nodded. Getting Corroded Coffin on the same level as other bands like Metallica was definitely not as easy as Eddie thought it would be. He didn’t expect he and his band to get famous over night of course but he didn’t think it was gonna be super hard either. Sure, they had a bigger following than they did in high school but it wasn’t the kind of success that would satisfy Eddie.

He sighed and looked around before picking a spot at the corner of restaurant beside a large window with posters sticking to it. Eddie walked over and sat down on the plastic chair right against the window. Bored, he scanned the pieces of paper taped on the glass. It was usual stuff you’d see at a restaurant. Advertising for radio stations or an announcement about some local event Eddie didn’t care much about. He kept reading the others until his brown eyes landed on a particular poster. “Hawkins Music Is Now Open for Business! 9 am- 7pm! Closed on Sundays!”

Eddie hummed, looking around for Gareth, who was coming back with their food. “Yo, Gareth. Did you know a new music shop is opening?” Eddie asked, taking a french fry from a pile on the red tray. “Yep, I saw the poster when we came in.” Eddie hummed again as he took a bite from his burger. “I’ve been needing new guitar strings and this store is closer to my trailer. The other place I went to is like, far as fuck from where I live.”

Gareth head a fry in between his lips. “You should go after we finish eating, I’m gonna have to leave you though. I promised someone I’d help them move their stuff so you’re on your own for the strings, sorry, dude.” He said. “Are you freaking serious?!”

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A bell jingled as Eddie opened the door to Hawkins Music. The long haired man let out a long whistle, nodding his head as he checked out the place. Guitars hung on the navy blue brick wall at the end of the store and shelves with all kinds of music filled up the space. Posters of various trending artists and bands were hung on the sides of shelves and neatly placed in straight lines at the window to the left of the room. Eddie walked across the store. He took the ocasional glance at the shelves of music but he never actually went into them. He simply took his pack of strings and went up to the counter to pay for them. Eddie rang the bell at the desk and waited for someone to come and ring up his guitar strings.

Eddie leaned against the counter, swinging his feet back and forth out of pure boredom. It had been about two minutes and no one had come yet.

Ding!

Eddie looked up from the carpeted floor and towards the door, someone else had walked in. It was a girl, she looked to be around his age and she dressed like some of the people in his metal magazines except for the large sunglasses that covered majority of her face. Despite her face being completely covered by the dark glasses he could tell she wasn’t from Hawkins. She was definitely unfamiliar yet he had the weird feeling like he’d seen her somewhere. He eyed the the mystery rocker who looked around the store as if she were looking for someone, eventually coming up to where Eddie stood waiting for the cashier.

“Uh, hey. Have you seen the girl who works here? We’re supposed to meet for lunch.” The mystery girl asked, awkwardly shoving her hands in her pockets. Eddie shook his head. “Nah, sorry. I’m I’ve been waiting for her to ring up my damn strings for like- five minutes.” The mystery girl snorted. “Ugh that sounds totally like her. She has a habit of doing her own thing. The place just opened but I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten fired yet.” Her voice triggered something in his brain, he’d heard her from somewhere but he couldn’t put the name to a face.

Eddie’s face broke into a smile. “Cant really judge her ‘cause I hate working too.” She laughed again, her awkwardness seemed to melt, taking off her sunglasses and shoving them in her pocket. This was the first time Eddie got a look at her eyes, her beautiful eyes.

Wait a minute.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed, the realization hit him like a bus. He had seen her before! Eddie had seen the “mystery girl” at a rock concert he and his band went to, the not-so mystery girl was the lead singer of the band that was performing that night. He’d also seen her in covers of various metal magazines and in advertisements. This “mystery girl” was a living legend. “Holy shit Y-you’re Y/N L/N!” Eddie exclaimed. Stepping back in both shock and excitement. Y/N smiled and nodded her head. “Yep! That’s me! And who might you be, Mr…?”

“Edward! Uh wait no, Eddie. I mean- my name is Edward b-but you can just call me Eddie. Munson. Y-yeah! Eddie Munson. I’m Eddie Munson.” Eddie went bright red. He wanted to sock himself in the face for sounding like a total dumbass. ‘She just asked for your freaking name, dingus.’

The amused celebrity eyed Eddie up and down, biting her lip making Eddie’s heart race. “Okay, Eddie. It’s real nice to meet you!” Y/N took out her hand. “Yeah, you too. I went to your concert a couple days ago, you can uh…really sing.” Eddie said, shaking the girl’s hand. “Thanks, man. Glad you’re out there supporting me and my band. Also, thanks for not freaking out and doing something totally weird.” She grinned. Eddie cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms and giving the rockstar a lopsided smile. “And what would be an example of something totally weird?”

Y/N took in a dramatic sigh, pretending to wipe her tears earning a chuckle from Eddie. She also seemed to have a flair for the dramatic, partaking in the same over the top theatrics he did in high school and even now. “Once, I had guy just start going hysterical. Like he was on the floor, full on tears and shit. Another time this girl straight up flashed me! Like, ‘her boobs on full display’ flashing.” Eddie’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “Holy shit. How do you even respond to something like that?” Y/N grinned widely. “You don’t! I just stood there not knowing what to do!” She moved her hands erratically, the most precious smile he’d ever seen taking over her face completely. “Anyways, enough about me. Eddie, you said you play guitar, are you in a band or is it just you?”

“As a matter of fact I am in a band” Eddie’s chest puffed up in pride. “Corroded Coffin, made up of these three other guys,” Eddie said. “Actually, before coming here me and this dude named Gareth, he’s our drummer by the way, had just booked a gig at a club not too far from here.” Y/N beamed at Eddie, mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape and her eyes glazed with a look that seemed to be admiration. “Corroded Coffin, woah. That’s literally the hottest band name I’ve ever heard.”

Eddie blushed and murmured a soft ‘thanks.’ It was kinda a big deal to him, being praised by such a musical genius. He was sure Y/N couldn’t tell but he was totally freaking out about it. Y/N giggled as was about to say something else but suddenly the door swung open. “There you are!” The girl grumbled at Y/N. “I thought we agreed to meet up at Enzo’s! What are you doing here?!”

Y/N looked at Eddie and back at her friend, giving her seething friend a bashful smile. “W-we…we did?” The girl facepalmed. “Yes! You’re lucky you’re a total big shot rockstar because I don’t think the guy at the restaurant would’ve let us keep our reservation! Now let’s go.”

Y/N nodded, digging around in her pockets and taking out a blue pen and an old receipt from some grocery store. She scribbled something on it before giving it to Eddie. His eyes went wide and his heart began hammering in his chest.

XXX - XXXX

- Call me, Y/N L/N.

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Eddie had completely ditched the guitar strings. He was back at home and the sun was just beginning to set in Hawkins. He was sprawled out on his dirty mattress, one arm behind his head and the other toying with the receipt with Y/N’s name on it. He had been too nervous to call, he didn’t know if he was intimidated by her status or because he was just scared to talk to a pretty girl. Y/N L/N, one of the most gorgeous, influential artists gave her number to Eddie “The Freak” Munson. What if she was just messing with him? What if she had the same inflated ego some of the other celebs and just felt like crushing someone’s self esteem or something?

Eddie groaned in frustration, rolling over and screaming into his mattress. He later faced down for a couple minutes before abruptly getting up and walking over to the kitchen. He picked up the phone and dialed the number on the receipt. Eddie inhaled deeply, heart racing and hands shaking. He was gonna risk it.

“Hello?”

“U-uh. Hey! It’s Eddie.”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief once he heard her signature laugh. He breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a bit guilty for doubting Y/N but he was mostly glad you actually picked up. “Eddie! Oh my gosh, I was getting kinda scared you’d never call.” Y/N sighed shakily. Eddie laughed. “Are you kidding? As if I’d pass up the opportunity to speak with the lovely Ms. Y/N,” Eddie paused. “Actually, I’m gonna be honest…I was kinda afraid that you weren’t gonna pick up.”

Eddie snickered. “Also, no offense but I thought you’d be a little more sure of yourself, like you probably have guys dropping left and right.” Y/N groaned. “Just ‘cause I’m a celebrity doesn’t mean I don’t get insecure, you know? I thought I totally pushed my luck giving you my number, I thought you were really cool and stuff so I had to take my chance. Once I left I was overthinking the whole thing!”

“Me, a cool guy? Someone didn’t meet me in high school.” Eddie snorted, readjusting his position by leaning on his back against the counter, steading himself by gripping the edge. “Excuse me, I’m sure if we had met in high school I would’ve thought you were cool.” Y/N said. Eddie let out a teasing ‘hmmmm’ causing her to gasp. “Don’t ‘hm’ me! You’re this hot guy who’s into metal and plays guitar. You’re totally cool by my standards.”

Eddie felt a little bolder now. “You think I’m hot?” He cocked his eyebrow, ignoring the beat his heart skipped and the urge to giggle like a high school girl. “Totally hot.” Y/N affirmed. Eddie definitely felt even more confident now, despite Y/N’s fame and fortune he felt comfortable talking to her, and perhaps even flirting a little bit. “Okay, rockstar. Tell me, whats sexy about Eddie Munson?” He bounced his eyebrows like an idiot meanwhile Y/N scoffed playfully. “Well, if we’re talking sexy, your jewelry caught my eye. Also, you got a wild freakin’ mane, dude. Your hair is totally rad.” This time Eddie couldn’t control it, he giggled in the girliest way possible. He sounded like a dork but he was too enraptured in the conversation with the equally hot girl on the other end. He certainly didn’t think that getting a pack of guitar strings would’ve gotten this girls phone number.

“So, am I hotter than the girl who showed you her tits?” Eddie asked with a smirk that could be heard through his voice. Y/N pretended to ponder the question. “I don’t know, you’ll have to flash me next time I see you.” Eddie pursed his lips, intrigued. “Next time?”

Y/N and Eddie spent the rest of the night making plans to go out the next day, eventually their conversation drifting to stupid stories and conversations about their pasts. It wasn’t until Eddie noticed that it was two in the morning that they decided to hang up for the night.

“So… tomorrow?” Eddie said, smiling.

“Tomorrow.”

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #fan fic #rockstar!reader 🎤

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ladylilithprime · 3 months

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What Is More Infinite Than The Universe

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel), Balthazar/Meg

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, References to Dean Winchester's Canon Levels of Stubbornness, Archangel Gabriel Casually Hanging Out In A Faerie Cafe, Dragon Balthazar, Dragon Meg

Summary: Some businesses shut down when the weather turns bad. Others tend to get an uptick in activity. Some good... some not.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 9: Storm

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WHEN THE WEATHER forecast for the week had handed down the verdict that Seven Mile Island, New Jersey, was going to be inundated with rain for five out of seven days, several of the tourist spots opted to close up shop for the week. Walking tours, wetlands exploration, and the ever popular beachcombing activities of a coastal location just weren't as appealing (or safe) when having to battle the elements to get anywhere. Conversely, places like The Kitchen Witch, The Black Cats' Kettle, and Lighthouse CommodiTeas saw a distinct uptick in their usual customer traffic, including the lifeguards and tour guides who would otherwise be staying home or stuck in their main offices doing paperwork. Nice, hot meals and rich soups from the two witch-owned restaurants really hit the spot on a cold, wet day, and the warm drinks and fresh-baked cookies and pastries from the faerie-owned cafe were a welcome treat anytime, but especially during less than pleasant weather.

"It's really coming down out there!" Balt announced to the cafe at large as he opened the door, sending a burst of cold air into the cozy interior. He quickly deployed one dark blue and black wing to block further incursions of wind as he held the door open for Meg, tucking it back out of sight into the pocket dimension where dragons kept the majority of their mass while in human shape as he let the door swing shut behind them.

"Pulling extra shifts this week?" Sam guessed, eyeing them both even as he reached for the phoenix ash. Jimmy followed his lead and started pulling out the sweetened condensed milk, chocolate sauce, and cinnamon chili powder. It was rare to see Balt and Meg coming in together as they usually kept an alternating shift schedule on purpose. Unsurprisingly, the dragons both nodded.

"Wouldn't you both have less to do when it's raining like this?" one of the other customers asked, frowning in puzzlement. Jimmy recalled that she was one of the newer tour guides for the wetlands and had lamented that the weather had shut down the job she had been looking forward to starting.

"Weather like this tends to mean more accidents, which means having as many doctors and nurses on call in the ER as can be spared," Meg sighed. "Search and rescue, too, given the risk of flooding, and that's assuming it doesn't kick up into a hurricane."

"The relevant local powers are all keeping an eye on things," Sam assured her, getting a grateful nod in return.

"And the hazards of fires don't drop just because it's wet out," Balt chimed in with a grimace. "No easier to put them out once started, either. Imma spend as much time using my wings as an umbrella for my mates as I am diving in to haul folks outta trouble."

"But why?" the customer asked, confused. "Wouldn't most people stay home if they didn't have to go out?"

"Nah, plenty'a people out and about, even on days like this," Gabriel piped up from where he'd been enjoying his usual Trickster's Special and a S'mores Brownie. He waved a hand around the cafe. "Case in point, we're all here, and when we leave we'll have to be out there. Now, we're all gonna be blessed with whatever good luck boost our bodacious baristas have included in our drinks, but that only covers us and anyone else who comes in for a pre- or post-work pick-me-up. It doesn't cover the folks who decided they'd rather warm up with a shot or six at the bar, or tried to start a fire in their electric fireplace."

"'Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I am not yet completely sure about the universe.' Albert Einstein," Sam quoted, passing Jimmy the cups for toppings.

"Isn't it kind of racist for you to say that?" another customer asked, frowning.

"The boss is half human," Charlie pointed out with a shrug. "If anyone should be allowed to mock both humans and faeries with impunity, it's him. And besides, Einstein was human and he saw a lot less of human stupidity than the boss has."

"And if he'd ever met my older brother he probably wouldn't have limited it to human stupidity," Sam grumbled.

"Dean-bean still being very himself about the alicorn incident?" Gabriel guessed, tsking when Sam and Jimmy both nodded. "You ever decide to cash in that favor I owe you, Samarooni, just let me know..."

"I think sending you after him would be a bit overkill," Sam said dryly. "But we appreciate the offer."

"Don't worry, I sicc'ed Baby on him," Charlie said, winking at Gabriel's pout. "We'll just see how many miles of nothing but dubstep he can tolerate before he caves and actually apologizes. Balt, Meg, you two want anything else besides your usuals?"

"Can we each get a couple dozen assorted baked goods?" Meg asked, after exchanging a glance with Balt. "Not much keeps morale up in the ER like free pastries, and Clarence makes some of the best we've ever had."

Jimmy glanced at Sam. Sam shrugged and glanced back towards the kitchen where Cas was listening. Jimmy caught sight of his brother surveying the ovens and the trays standing by, then nodded and held up ten fingers. "If you can spare ten minutes, we'll get you squared away with an assortment fresh out of the oven."

"I'll make Balt drop me off first," Meg grinned. "He can afford to be a little late."

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #balthazar/meg #urban fantasy au #coffee shop au #first reaponders deserve ALL the respect

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anon-karasu · 1 year

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Short-Sighted

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Summary: When Lucifer forgets his glasses, Mammon helps him out in a moment of need.

Category: Gen

Rating: General Audiences

Language: English

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Relationships: Lucifer & Mammon

Additional Tags: Helpful Mammon, short sightedness, I just wanted to write something cute, Lucifer needs glasses, no beta, Akudonald’s, demon brothers, Forgotten glasses

Short-Sighted

Lucifer adjusted his grip on the carrier bag in his hands as he finished checking the contents inside before he glanced back at the six demons, who were following him down the cobbled Devildom street, and heaved a weary sigh.

“I think that’s everything in terms of grocery shopping,” Lucifer announced, “so unless there’s anywhere else that anyone—?”

“Lucifer, we’ve been out for hours,” Levi groaned loudly as he dragged his feet behind the rest of his brothers, “can we go home now? Before Mammon and Asmo make us go back to Majolish again or to some other normie place.”

“No one said that ya had to come along too,” Mammon pointed out.

“Besides, Satan made us go to the library so it’s only fair,” Asmo chimed in.

“Don’t drag me into your argument,” Satan muttered irritably from behind a book as he walked.

“Will you put that away, you’re going to trip over if you don’t look at where you’re going.” Lucifer shot at Satan in a reproachful tone.

“Tch.” Satan tutted before he muttered something under his breath as he closed the book and glared back at Lucifer. “Happy now?” He asked, sarcastically rolling his eyes.

“Hey, we should stop for a bite to eat.” Belphie piped up, slowing his pace and eyeing an Akudonald’s as they passed by, but quickly rejoining his brothers after.

“I’m cooking dinner when we get home,” Lucifer said, “you can wait until then.”

“I don’t think Beel’s gonna last that long,” Belphie frowned as he stopped to point towards his twin who was visibly torn between keeping up with his brothers and retracing his steps back to Akudonald’s, “I could use a break myself,” Belphie added as he tried to stifle a yawn.

“We’re a fair way from home anyway, so it won’t hurt to get something to eat now,” Mammon shrugged.

“And this is Beel we’re talking about, I don’t know about you guys but I’d rather avoid one of his hungry rampages,” Levi pointed out.

“Very well,” Lucifer relented with another sigh.

Lucifer followed behind his brothers as they filed into the Akudonald’s and quickly separated off into pairs to choose from the menus displayed on the screens above the counters.

“I think I’ll get three gigadeath burgers, a devil zebra steak stack, five sides of deep fried scorpions, and two double poison cheeseburgers,” Beel murmured more to himself as his eyes quickly scanned over the menus.

“That sounds great, Beel.” Belphie yawned. “Hey, can you just grab some devil nuggets for me? I’m just going to rest my eyes a little in that booth over there by the window, okay?” Belphie pointed vaguely before he shuffled away to find a seat while rubbing tiredly at his eyes.

Lucifer frowned as his eyes slowly trailed over the bright menu screens.

“I’m having the flame grilled barbeque black tapir wrap,” Mammon said.

“Then I’ll have the belladonna and hemlock salad,” Asmo said with a thoughtful hum.

“A salad?” Levi gave a snort of laughter and shook his head. “Really, Asmo?”

“Hm? What’s wrong with that?”

“Who goes to a fast food restaurant like AkuDonald’s and orders a salad?”

“But everything else on the menu is so heavy,” Asmo groaned as he turned to the menus once more, “maybe I’ll just get a bloodberry muffin instead?”

“What about you, Satan?” Levi turned to the fourth-born instead.

“Shadow goose burger with fries and a hell soda,” Satan decided with a curt nod.

“Woah, he chose something so fast.”

“That’s what he always orders,” Asmo rolled his eyes.

Lucifer watched as Levi, Satan and Asmo moved to the counter to place their orders before he tried once again to read the menus.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes to squint in hopes that in doing so the words might become clear enough for him to decipher,when he was finally left with no other choice Lucifer reached into his jacket pocket.

Ah.

He tapped over his other pockets as realisation dawned upon him.

I must’ve left my glasses at the House of Lamentation.

He saw something move out of the corner of his eye that pulled him out of his own musings only to find that Mammon had moved closer to his side to read the menus again.

Mammon let out a low, indecisive hum.

“Man, there’s so much to choose from…” Mammon said loudly, “... I have no idea what I fancy.”

“Hm?” Lucifer gave Mammon a perplexed stare. “I thought that you had already picked the flame grilled—”

“I dunno, I’m kinda feeling the spicy devil chicken burger now… or maybe… the spicy poison newt belly wrap?” Mammon mused aloud again before he turned his gaze from the menus towards Lucifer instead. “Hey, Lucifer, you like spicy food right?”

Lucifer stared at Mammon in confusion for a moment or two before he caught a knowing look in the avatar of greed’s eyes.

“That’s true,” Lucifer felt a small smile tug at his lips as he played along, “but I was thinking of getting something a little simpler today.”

“I get what ya mean,” Mammon nodded as he moved away from the spicy food menu to read from another screen, “spicy food can lead to heartburn, so do you think I should go for a wrap or a burger?”

“Definitely a burger,” Lucifer replied with a chuckle as he followed Mammon’s lead, “oh and Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“I feel like treating you, so I’ll be paying today.”

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Mammon placed the food ladened tray down on the table before he and Lucifer slid into the booth opposite Satan and Asmo.

“What took you both so long?” Satan asked, peering over the top of his book curiously as he watched Mammon divide the food on the tray between himself and Lucifer.

“I couldn’t decide what to get,” Mammon said with a small shrug.

“But isn’t that the flame grilled barbeque black tapir wrap?” Satan frowned as he nodded towards Mammon’s meal.

“Honestly,” Asmo shook his head at Mammon, “you spent that long deciding on what to order and ended up picking your first choice anyway?”

“Heh, I guess, I did.” Mammon chuckled to himself.

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! fanfic #obey me! ao3 #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #omswd #omswd fanfic #obey me belphie #obey me asmo

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eflen-n-reegee · 8 months

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Peter’s Playground Part 1 - “Welcome to the Playground”

Hello! I’ve been working on this for a while, and it’s finally done. This is the first part of a series I’m hoping to continue, about a mall that has been repurposed as a place where all kinds of regressors, dreamers, and caretakers can hang out. I’m going to do profiles for all the major characters and a layout of the mall itself, but I’m not sure when. It’s gonna be a pretty casual series; although there will be mentions of nonspecific trauma and occasional sad characters, the story will never get too heavy. I’m really pleased with this, and I really hope you all like it! 😊

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Ash, are you sure this is okay?”

“Of course!” Ashley was bouncing in her seat, grinning wide. “It’s a lot of fun! And if you really don’t like it I’ll never ask you to go again, promise.” She crossed her heart and made the Girl Scouts sign.

Wendy sighed, her hands tightening on the wheel. “I just mean… I’m not like you, y’know? Or them. Will that make anybody mad?”

“Like Ashley” meant an age regressor. Wendy understood the basics: Ashley sometimes pretended to be a kid, and sometimes her brain even worked more like a kid’s brain. It was how she dealt with some really awful stuff that had happened in her real childhood. But Wendy didn’t do that, and her childhood had been pretty good. Going to a place meant for age regressors when she wasn’t one felt a little disrespectful.

“Oh no way! It’s totally fine, trust me - and turn left at the light!”

Wendy obeyed, somewhat reluctantly, and pulled into the parking lot of a former mall. There were no signs for individual stores, just the same words repeated in different colors: “Peter’s Playground”.

“Let’s go in the yellow door!” Ash said excitedly, pointing to the appropriately colored sign. “That’s where all the best stuff is!”

“Okay,” Wendy said, pulling into a parking space.

Ashly was out of the car the second it was put in park, hopping from one foot to the other. “C’mon! I’ve got a bunch to show you!”

“I’m coming, calm down,” Wendy said, but she knew by now that Ash’s energy was only going to go up. She also knew what Ash was going to say, and could have said it with her.

“Can’t tell me what to do, not my mom!” Ashley cackled and grabbed Wendy’s hand, dragging her towards the building.

As they passed through the sliding glass doors, Wendy was hit by a wall of sound. Laughter; playful shouts; childish crying; and still more laughter. The sudden volume was almost frightening, but she quickly adjusted.

A table was set just inside the door, and a man with a friendly face waved at them. The table was covered in buttons with all sorts of words and phrases printed on them - “Toddler Regressor” and “He/Him” and “I experience speech loss” and “Please don’t touch me”. There were also name and pronoun stickers. The man smiled. “Pins are fifty cents apiece, stickers are free.”

Wendy blinked. “Should I get one?”

“You don’t have to,” Ashley said, pulling a few buttons from her pocket (“It’s okay to touch me” and “Loud Regressor”) and fixing them to the shoulder strap of her overalls. “Some of us just like ‘em. Makes it easier to let people know about us.”

Wendy glanced over the table, then filled out a name tag. “Hello, I am: Wendy, A Visitor.”

Ashley led her down a short hallway into what was apparently the food court, and Wendy looked around in surprise. There were dozens of people running around the way excited children might, and dozens of others soothing and scolding and cautioning and cuddling. It was a bit strange to see so many… non-children (was that the right word?) with pacifiers in their mouths or stuffed animals in their arms, wearing costumes or onsies, crying legitimate tears or laughing like they’d never stop.

“This is the yellow section!” Ashley announced happily, bouncing on her toes. “There’s a lotta great stuff here! Red’s mostly for shopping and blue’s mostly quiet stuff, but yellow’s for playing! The movie theater is good too, and the museums upstairs, but the yellow section’s the very very best! Oh, except for maybe the stuff outside, because…”

Wendy looked around while Ash continued to chatter. In addition to the sorts of restaurants one would expect to see in a food court, there was one she didn’t recognize - “Childhood Favorites”. It seemed to be a buffet-style restaurant with a lot of the foods she remembered enjoying as a kid; pizza rolls, Uncrustables, mac n’ cheese, Lunchables… It made her oddly happy to see so many of the foods she used to love in one place.

“C’mon!” Ashley exclaimed suddenly, grabbing Wendy’s hand again and dragging her away from the food court. She pointed out various things as they walked, and Wendy noticed numerous interesting things on her own. In many ways this place was like an average two-story mall. There were “stores” on either side of the hallway, and an open-air second floor which Wendy could study from where she stood.

The differences were what made the place interesting. The “stores” weren’t actually stores, or at least not ones Wendy had ever heard of; the sign above the doors said things like “La Fantaisie” and “Imagines General”. (“That one’s a play restaurant,” Ashley said when Wendy asked, “and that’s a pretend doctor’s office. They helped my doll when her arm came off!”) Huge slides had been installed next to the escalators. Beside to every bench was a play-mat. There were a few seats set into darker nooks, flanked by sighs that said “Crying Corner - Please Don’t Disturb”. When they passed one, Wendy saw a woman around her own age sobbing into her arms.

“Why is it a ‘do not disturb’ thing?” Wendy asked softly.

Ashley chewed on her lip. “Regressing isn’t always fun,” she said slowly. “Sometimes you get sad or scared and you feel like the world is ending. For some of us, crying helps. I like when somebody tries to make me feel better, but some people don’t, or they don’t all the time. My friend Micah doesn’t even want anybody to SEE him cry, and he gets real upset if you try to talk to him.”

They walked past the stores to a large open area. Wendy had visited malls where there were play structures for kids in similar areas, but once again, this place was different. There was a huge play structure shaped like a tree, clearly custom-built for adults to use. It featured a slide that looked like a giant leaf, several spots for climbing, and a treehouse fort up near the top. Near to the tree, but still clearly a separate structure, was a giant cave. The lights inside were dim, but Wendy could still tell that at least some parts of the cave could be drawn on with chalk, and the wafting smell of chlorine told her there was some kind of water activity deeper inside.

“Isn’t it GREAT?!” Ashley had been excited before, but now she was full-on screaming with delight. “And these aren’t even the only ones, there’s more - there’s five! And one of them has fountains and stuff!”

Wendy laughed a little; Ash’s energy could be contagious at times. “It’s amazing! How did-” She broke off as two men came running over, each grinning wide at Ashley.

“Hey Ashy!” one said excitedly. “Come play with us! Kay’s gonna help us make boats!”

“Okay!” Ashley took a step forward, then paused with obvious reluctance. “Oh - I can’t. I’m showing my friend around. Maybe later, Jonathan…”

Wendy smiled and gave Ashley a playful shove. “It’s fine, go ahead.”

“But that’s not fair, I invited you here…”

Wendy had only actually seen Ashley regress a few times; but she knew she’d been regressed for a while, and now was clearly trying to fight it off. And Wendy didn’t want her to.

“It’s okay,” she said, using the nurturing voice that Ash seemed to find comforting while regressed. “I’m not angry or upset. I want you to have fun with your friends.”

The change was almost immediate; Ashley broke into a wide grin and grabbed the first man’s hand, dragging him away so quickly Wendy felt the need to call, “Be careful!”

“Alice’ll take care of her!” the second man shouted over his shoulder.

A young woman - presumably Alice - followed after them at an unhurried pace. “I’ll bring her to the food court around noon,” she said, smiling as she passed.

Wendy nodded appreciatively, watching Ash and her friends disappear into the cave. Then she continued down the next hall, studying the various “stores” and smiling at the people she passed.

The signs in this new section were all shades of blue (“Questions and Answers”, “Mountain Goat Elementary”, “Day-to-Dusk Care”…), and it seemed very calm compared to the yellow area. There were also far more people sitting quietly on the benches or the play-mats-

Wendy let out a squeak of surprise as she stumbled, falling onto her hands and knees. She turned and stared at a person wearing a “they/them” sticker, sitting on the floor with a leg outstretched. Their eyes were wide and beginning to water, and Wendy started to panic. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt-“

A man suddenly appeared at her side, cupping the person’s face in his hands. “Hey, kiddo,” he said, his voice very soothing. “You alright?”

The person sniffled and shook their head, rubbing one eye.

“What do you need, bud?”

They sniffled again, then made their hand into a kind of fist and moved it in front of their mouth.

The man burst out laughing. “I told you, we’re not getting ice cream today!”

Their tears suddenly vanished and they stuck their lip out in a pout before turning their attention to the plastic cars at their feet.

The man smiled and turned to Wendy. “Hey, I’m Dustin,” he said, holding out a hand. “And the con artist is Skipper.”

Wendy shook his hand, feeling flustered. “Are you sure they’re okay? I mean, it was an accident, but-”

“Nah, they’re tough as nails. Aren’t ya, Skip?”

Skipper didn’t look up, but held out two fingers and moved them down to their other hand.

“Oh, can they…? I thought maybe they were hearing impaired”

Dustin shook his head. “They don’t talk while they’re regressed, but they can hear you.”

Wendy leaned slightly closer to Skipper. “I’m really sorry. I should have watched where I was going.”

This time they did look up, and they smiled at Wendy. Then they stuck their tongue out, which made Wendy laugh and Dustin roll his eyes. “Well, I think they’ve forgiven you. We need to get going, Skipper, Suzette’s waiting.”

Wendy helped them clean up the cars, apologized again, then continued walking - being much more careful to watch where she stepped.

The blue section eventually led to a cinema, and Wendy paused to look at the listings for the theaters. “Theaters 1-3: Various Walt Disney Animation Films. Theaters 4-6: Various Dreamworks Animation Films. Theater 7: Various Studio Ghibli Films.” And so it went. She scanned the list, then frowned and looked again.

“HORROR movies?” she said aloud, as though speaking the words would reveal them to be something else.

“Horror movies,” a voice affirmed. “Some of us really like ‘em.”

Wendy turned and gave the woman an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I don’t mean to seem judgmental-”

The woman waved a hand. “It’s no big deal. Plenty of regressors DON’T like ‘mature’ stuff, but plenty do - just like plenty of non-regressors like animation even though it’s ‘childish’. Older regressors get the better deal in some ways - people don’t question my media choices as much, but my little kid friends tend to get grilled.” She smiled. “I’m Elz. This your first time here?”

“Yeah, my friend brought me. Do you know Ashley?”

As soon as she asked, Wendy worried it might be a rude question - like she was suggesting all regressors knew each other - but Elz laughed. “I think all the regulars know Ash. She’s pretty hard to ignore. Do you regress at all?”

Wendy shook her head. “She just wanted me to see it. It’s really cool.”

“Yeah, Peter’s made a pretty great place. He started everything for his older brother, did you know that? Michael had to raise him and missed out on a lot of his own childhood, so he got into regression.”

“Wow. Do they still come here?”

“Oh yeah, they’re around. Peter does a walk-through almost every week to check on everybody, and he’s always up for suggestions.” Elz grinned proudly. “You seen the pet regressor store yet? There’s a section for weirder animals now, and that was actually my idea - wasn’t enough lizard stuff before.”

Wendy nodded. “You pet regress too?”

“Pet dream. It’s more pretend than the age stuff, I don’t ever really feel like a lizard, but it’s fun to crawl around and lie in the sun.”

Wendy nodded slightly. She had heard a little bit about pet dreaming and age dreaming, but she didn’t know very much about it. What Elz was describing was interesting, and it felt like something Wendy might actually enjoy. She had tried to regress, but she hadn’t felt like a child; just like someone who was pretending. But if dreaming was just a form of pretend, she might be able to get more into it.

Except it was still related to age regression, and she still felt like she was stepping in on something that wasn’t any of her business. It was so important to so many people; what business did Wendy have intruding? Ash had experienced legitimate trauma - Wendy couldn’t just use her coping method for casual fun.

Elz laughed slightly at Wendy’s grave expression. “I’m sorry, I bet you’ve got stuff to do and I’m holding you up.”

“Oh no, I’m just thinking about something.”

“Well, I need to get moving either way, but it was nice to meet you. Hope I see you around.”

Elz headed one way, ponytail swinging, and Wendy went to other. She finally reached the red section, and this was the first area that truly seemed like a mall. There was an “Old Navy” and “Hot Topic”, a pet supplies store called “Furever Joys” and a furniture store advertising custom-built items. There were still signs that this was a place for regressors, but it felt much more “normal” than the rest of the building.

Wendy checked her watch. She had about twenty minutes before she was supposed to meet Ashley, and she wasn’t sure what else she should do. She shrugged and sat down on a bench, smiling at the man sitting on the other end.

The man smiled back and moved a little closer. “Hi. I’m Chris.”

“Wendy. Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” He glanced at her name tag and smiled. “So you’re just visiting?”

“Yeah, my friend wanted me to see the place.”

“Think you’ll come back?”

Wendy shrugged. “Probably not… Don’t get me wrong, I think this is all fantastic, I just… I’m not actually a regressor, or a dreamer or caregiver or anything really, so…”

Chris blinked. “So… what?”

“So… This place isn’t really meant for me, right?”

He shrugged. “I think it’s meant for whoever wants to be here. I mean, I’m not a regressor either, but I still like coming here. It’s just… nice to be childish sometimes.”

“But don’t most people regress because of trauma?”

“A lot do, maybe even most, but not all. Plenty of the people I know do it for fun or to relax or because they like to be looked after.”

Wendy thought this over. “… I think I want to age dream,” she finally admitted, “but I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Like I’m turning their coping method into a game.”

Chris smiled. “I don’t think you need to worry about that, at least not here. A lot of the regressors I know do it just for fun, and nobody’s ever gotten mad at them.”

Wendy nodded slowly. “I think I want to age dream,” she repeated, a little more confidently. “Or at least try.”

His smile widened. “I’m not doing anything right now. Do you want some company?”

Wendy nodded and they both stood up, with her leading the way. She paused in front of a Lego store, took a breath, and walked in.

As expected, the shelves were stocked with various Lego kits; but the center of the store was a huge free-build area. A few people were kneeling or sitting and building various structures. Wendy sat down and pulled a pile of blocks towards her. Chris did the same.

“Do you want to talk,” he asked, “or just build?”

“Just build, I think. Is that okay?”

He nodded and began snapping bricks together.

Wendy took a deep breath and stared at her pile of blocks. She could remember building castles when she was young, but she hadn’t touched a Lego in… probably a decade or more.

Well. No time like the present.

She lined up various bricks to form the base of a wall, then began a second layer. She ignored her desire to use similar colors, ignored her desire to perfectly stagger the blocks for maximum stability. Just grab the first one you touch. Don’t think too hard. Try to think like a child.

And as her wall grew, layer by layer, it became easier.

By the time her phone buzzed, the wall was twelve blocks tall and Wendy was humming. She fished her phone out of her pocket and saw she’s received a text from Ashley: “I’m in the food court; are you okay?”

“I have to go.” Wendy’s voice was soft and somewhat reluctant as she stared at her wall.

Chris nodded. “Do you want me to walk with you?”

“No, that’s okay.” Wendy paused, then added, “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Wendy left the Lego store and hurried to the food court. When she saw Ashley she waved, and Ash ran over. She was no longer regressed and looked very apologetic.

“I’m SO sorry, that was so rude, I invite you here and then ditch-”

Wendy laughed. “It’s fine, Ash. I had fun.”

Ashley immediately perked up. “Really? You think you want to do this again?”

Wendy smiled. “Yeah. I think I do.”

#Eflen Writes #Peter’s Playground #Welcome to the Playground #sfw agere #sfw age regression #age regression #age regression fic #agere story #PS: the unnamed male regressor is Micah #I just couldn’t think of a good way to have someone say his name right then XD

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six-of-ravens · 9 months

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oc questionnaire

tagged by @princesshoneytea (thank you!!). apologies if this makes no sense cause i don't consistently talk about my writing here, but it looked like fun so im gonna do it anyway!!

favourite oc: probably James. Hot doctor, trans man, British expat who lives either on a spaceship or a cottage in Iceland. impeccable snark. originally from the 1830s, but then died trying to escape from a vampire blood mage and ended up on an intergalactic quest that....never ended, because he married the MacGuffin of said quest.

newest oc: uhhhh Kitty and Theo from a story just called "50s thing" about newlyweds who move to the desert to work on a secret scientific research base. Shenanigans and possible time travel ensue. Theo is a theoretical physicist and Kitty is a housewife (and happy about it, she considers housework, cooking, and sewing to be her "only" skills. Obviously there is more to her than that but, that's where she's at in her head after escaping from a neglectful household where she basically had to raise her younger siblings).

oldest oc: Ari! A healer who lives in a cottage in a fairytale-esque world i made up when I created her when i was 11, and refuse to change. She's tough as nails and yet soft when you need her, though if you get on her bad side she will make you clean her floors. Also, if you're a particular sort of miserable wet dog of a person and stand near her for more than 10 seconds, she will legally adopt you. Non-negotiable. That is how she became James' and Keiyel's mother.

meanest oc: this is a tough one but probably June from my urban fantasy world. She's not mean so much as mistrusting of new people, but she'll also go off on you if you treat her/others poorly (I believe one of her introductory scenes involves her Karening at a shop owner for trying to pass off opalite (glass) as moonstone). She's bi, and somewhat butch, but grew up in a very homophobic household and therefore has a massive chip on her shoulder that she's still healing.

softest oc: ironically, Seneca, June's younger sister, from that same story. She likes to think she's "not naive, I just have faith in humanity :)" but she's 18, so...she's super naive anyway. She means well though, and her plot involves learning how to function in the adult world (after a very sheltered childhood) while still keeping her softness.

most aloof/standoffish oc: Eliza from North! She doesn't mean to be, she's just a) socially awkward, b) an aristocrat who's expected to be a bit standoffish, and c) a bit deluded about her skills with the sword. A big chunk of the first part of North is her getting taken down a peg or three.

dumbest (affectionate) oc: I'm sure there's a dumber one but I can't think of them right now, so Maris from North. Upper class merchant's daughter who runs away to follow Eliza on a dangerous, impulsive trip to Anteria, the magical, arctic country next door. She's not dumb so much as sheltered and a bit too convinced of the reality of adventure novels.

smartest oc: Probably James, but I already talked about him so I'll say Keiyel, a "wizard" who "minmaxed wisdom and intelligence" and is therefore incredibly intellectually smart, and basically uses her magic to perform complex particle physics experiments, but also like, buys her acid from a cult on Etsy (this is real, there was (is still?) a cult called Weird Hollywood Youth who would make and sell acid on etsy labelled as "blotting paper." Their leader also has the Nbisco logo tattooed onto his head. Don't ask me why. I just co-opted that for Keiyel because it seemed like the kind of dumb thing she'd do lol). Is well-known for showing up injured horribly and proudly announcing "I learned how to turn radioactive isotopes into magical energy!" or some shit. She's very lucky James is her adoptive brother.

oc i'd like to be friends with: Eliza! I feel like we'd get along, and maybe she could teach me cool sword moves.

idk who to tag cause I don't know who's cool with talking about their OCs online (aside from @princesshoneytea lol) soooo if you wanna do this pls consider yourself tagged!

#thanks for the tag!!

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Family Matters (w/ Cream & Sugar) -2-

Anthony felt himself being pulled down and he let out a little yelp. As the other two were talking to each other, Jen pulled Anthony down by his hoodie strings so she could lecture him quietly,

“Look, I know you’re not the most social person but at least try to look a bit more pleasant, no?” She muttered, “You look like you scared that poor girl half to death,”

Anthony groaned, standing straight again and crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m not trying to…” he muttered,

Jen pushed him lightly, “Come on! Live a little! I’m right here,” she said, looking back at Matt, “are you two busy? We were just heading down to a coffee shop if you wanted to tag along?”

(+)

“That sounds great!”

Matt responded instantly, flashing Jen a smile before leaning down to mutter into Athena’s ear.

“We’ll talk later. Relax.”

Athena resisted the urge to shout, taking in a deep breath to ground herself.

“Fine.”

Matt stood back upright, nodding at Jen to lead the way. He kept a hold on Athena’s shoulder, partly so that she wouldn’t run away and partly because he left his cane back in his office. Athena chose to focus on directing the blind man instead of the other spider’s hostile presence as Jen led them towards a small coffee shop on the corner of the block.

The bell on the door chimed to announce the arrival of new patrons.

“Welcome! What can I get started for you today?”

(+)

Jen smiled as she walked up to the counter, the rest of the party following suit. She and Matt were already ordering at the counter, exchanging jokes here and there and giggles were heard on both ends. After a few moments, Jen turned to the two teens,

“You two want anything? Don’t worry, it’s on me-“

Matt interrupted, “Oh no, it’s quite alright, I’ll get it,” he said with a smirk,

“You dumbass!” She giggled and shoved his shoulder lightly. She let out a soft sigh before recovering and shaking her head, “but really, Anthony, you want your usual?”

Anthony let out a high pitched sound from the back of his throat, shrinking into his hoodie, but nodding stiffly as he stared at the ground shyly. Jen looked over to Athena, “And you? Wanna try a drink or some bread or pastries? Trust me, these are the best you can get!”

(+)

“Uh.”

Athena brought a hand up to touch her face mask. She didn’t like eating in public with her whole fang situation. She felt the weight of her empty stomach. Right. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“You like cinnamon rolls, try some.”

Matt suggested, something about his tone told Athena he was aware of her hunger. She nodded stiffly. Matt pulled out his wallet, turning back toward the cashier to add onto their order.

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Once the four were done ordering, Jen led them over to a few tables. Matt and Jen at one of those high tables with those high chairs by the window across from each other, sharing pastries and drinking their coffee with lovey dovey giggles and flirts.

Anthony and Athena didn’t sit that far away. One of those tables in a dark corner. Anthony sat against the wall, shrinking into his hoodie with his coffee on the table and a few cake pops in a little baggie. Athena had to sit across from him with her cinnamon rolls. Anthony avoided eye contact at all costs, shoving his hands into his hoodie. It used to be tense, but now it was tense and awkward. What was he supposed to do? Say something? He couldn’t fight because Jen is with her deadbeat date!

What else is he gonna do??? Hnnnggggggg-

Collab w/ @ask-spidersisters

#the tangle web #anthony rossi #spider oc #scarlet spider #ocs #collab #spider sona #universe 67889 matt murdock #universe 67889 daredevil #universe 67889 jennifer walters #writing

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s-creations · 2 years

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Quomodo Mundus Cadit - Chapter 5

The defeat of the Devil should have been the end of it. The Cup Brothers won and all debts were to be forgiven.

At least…that was the original plan. No one was expecting the world to fall apart. Whatever was contained in the Devil was not unleashed onto the world. Now it’s up to two powerless children, a dice with no title, and a immortal being with no powers to fix what’s become broken.

(Story idea inspired by artwork created by @inazumaneko)

Fandom: The Cuphead Show/Cuphead Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Cuphead & Mugman & The Devil & King Dice, The Devil/King Dice Warnings/Additional Tags: Lots of Characters, Violence, Blood, Sacrifice, People are gonna die, Death, Elder Kettle is in this but won’t appear for awhile, AU, Inspired by Tumblr, End of the World.

It took a few minutes to calm the Cup Brothers down. Cuphead almost launched himself at the ram. While Mugman had leaned as close as he could while spewing numerous questions.

“Whoa, hey, whoa! Keep your kids in order!” The ram shouted. The rag he was holding was now being used as a weapon as he batted at Mugman with it.

“Okay, okay boys, calm down!” Dice quickly gathered the boys up. One wiggling child in each arm. He gave a sheepish smile towards the disgruntled ram. “Sorry about that. They’re a, uh…a little eager. Could you tell us a little more about this kettle?”

“I told you all I know. They guy was old and was asking for directions to the same place you’re asking about. Why are your brats so hyper?”

Dice tensed slightly at this. “Ah, well-”

“He’s our grandpa!” Cuphead announced.

“He went missing from our home and we didn’t know where he went and he didn’t leave us a note and-” Mugman sobbed weakly.

Dice quickly changed Mugman’s position so the mug could cling to the other desperately. Hiding his face away into Dice’s shoulder. “Look, we’ll just take the information and get out of your wool.”

Letting out a huff, the ram pulled out a pencil and a rather old piece of paper. Copying the map from the book and drawing a path to the marked location. “This is the quickest path. Which would normally take about four days. Normally. But it’s crazy out there, so don’t rush it if you can avoid it. There are a number of shops around here you can stock up on. If anything, a good cart would be a preferable way to travel, over walking.”

Lucifer took the paper and book, as Dice’s hands were very full. He gave a nod and mumbled out a short, “Thanks.”

The ram merely gave a nod back before attending to another customer. Dice gave a quick ‘Come on.’ as he headed for the exit. Lucifer felt his fur itch at the numerous eyes on their backs.

Once outside, Dice placed Cuphead back on the ground. Keeping a few seconds' eye on him in case the cup decided to run back for desperate answers. When Cuphead did nothing more than pout and cross his arms, Dice determined the younger wouldn’t run off suddenly. Mugman was determined to remain where he was. Arms and legs secured around Dice, shaking his head furiously when asked if he wanted to be put down. Dice merely sighed and placed a hand on the back of Mugman’s head.

“Well, at least we have a path now.” Lucifer said, holding the paper up.

“You heard him, four days. When the world was semi-normal. Who knows how long this will take.”

“Then we take his advice,” Lucifer tucked the paper away in his pocket before walking off, “Get supplies, get a cart, and get going.”

It was slightly worrisome that all stores only took gold for payment. Slightly, because Dice didn’t have to worry about having to trade anything away. But every time Lucifer handed a coin over from a new pouch, Diced felt worry curdle in his stomach. If every store outside of the city also required money, would they have enough?

Basic supplies were easy to purchase. Not having to dig through the garbage and ruin was beneficial. Shockingly. The worrisome purchase was the cart.

The seller had to convince Dice and Lucifer that, no, he had not soaked his carts in water to rot intentionally. Or that he did indeed feed his skeletal looking horses.

(Dice was hit with worry, wondering where Phear Lap and the rest of his crew could have been.)

“They won’t die the moment we hook them up and move, right?” Lucifer raised a brow. The seller desperately saying they wouldn’t.

It took longer than Dice would have liked to decide which cart to purchase. But they eventually settled on a small cart. Containing enough room to have two people up front, two people in the back, and their bags/supplies. The down side would be Dice and Lucifer would have to pull their legs close. The curse of being so tall and slender. But it’s the best they could do, so comfort had to be sacrificed in some way.

Even as it started to grow dark, the group filled the back of the cart. Adults up front, kids in the back, and they set off. It took no time for the Cup Brothers to fall asleep. Cuphead keeping an arm around Mugman’s shoulder. A freshly bought blanket draped over them both. It was unnerving quiet as they traveled the dirt and mud road. Nothing stirring beyond the branches, beyond the treeline. Dice quickly decided he liked it this way. Would make it hard for someone to sneak up on them.

“Think the old man is okay?” Lucifer asked. He was leaning back with his arms folded behind his head.

“I hope so… For the boys sake. If Cuphead pulled that sword from their house, my guess would be it belonged to the kettle. So…that would mean he can fight…right?”

Lucifer lifted a finger for each point he listed off. “The guy is old. Really old. He hasn’t been in a proper fight. He left any weapons at his house-”

“We don’t know if that part is accurate.” Dice argued back quickly.

“...Sure. But my guess is that Cuphead holds the only weapon that ever hung in that place. Beyond that is the fact the guy is traveling alone. That’s worrisome.”

The ex-con man frowned. Casting a quick glance back to the sleeping brothers. “Are you suggesting that Elder Kettle is already dead?”

“I’m saying that I’m trying to be realistic. I don’t want to assume the worst. However, those boys… If we find the worst, I’m worried how they’ll react.”

Dice gave a weak laugh at that. “I never thought I’d see the day where the Devil was concerned about someone.”

Lucifer huffed at this. Sitting up to cross his arms, turning away slightly. “The Devil, no. But Lucifer…has conflicting views right now.”

“Ah, right, sorry…” Dice allowed the quiet to wash over them again. Eyes traveling towards the steadily darkening sky. “You…never fully explained how you work now.”

“To be fair to myself, I was kind of out of it.”

“Good point. Do you feel up to talking about it now?”

Lucifer gave a bit of a nod. “Suppose so…”

“So…can you die?”

“I really hope not.”

Dice grumbled. “That doesn’t answer the question.”

“Well, let’s put it this way. I don’t want to test the theory. My guess would be that I could. I have nothing in my ‘power’ to sustain myself. If I was hurt before, I could easily heal myself. Now? Well…I feel sluggish, tired. I remember what I had. But I’m not myself.”

“Are you…going to be okay?”

“I have to be. We have to be.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to claim your powers back?”

“I have the body of a mortal. Not built like those boys. You and I are not designed to hold such power. We’ll combust, honestly. If there was a way to slowly reclaim it, it might work? But I doubt it would work.”

“So our best bet to fix this madness would be to destroy it.”

“Apparently.”

“Back to square one?”

“Back to square one.”

Dice nodded slowly. “Do you…want to go back to normal?” Tapping his foot against the wood. Lucifer gave a slow answer. “I’m not sure, and I mean this genuinely. Normal means the target for greedy souls and judgment. Even with the worlds falling around us, it’s weirdly peaceful. Not having to worry about collecting lost souls.”

“But this is better?”

“In some way, yeah. Yeah it is. This is the first time in I don’t know how long, where my mind’s not a buzz of activity. It’s calm, it’s quiet. It’s nice not having to hold so many negative emotions burning in my chest.”

“I never thought about it that way…”

“But, I also know I’m the best bet to deal with that power. “

“Aren’t…we destroying it?”

“Yeah. But if you think I’m letting you or those boys anywhere near the fight, you’re wrong.”

“Lucifer-” Dice fell quiet when the other leaned against him suddenly.

“I’m sin Dice, pure and simple… Let me try and correct one thing.”

“...Okay.”

“I’m really tired, Dice…”

“I know…” Dice smiled softly down at the other, “How about you get some sleep? It’s getting dark anyway, I’ll probably be pulling off soon.”

Lucifer closed his eyes, snoring softly, still leaning against Dice. On his part, Dice checked to make sure the other was truly asleep before laying his head against Lucifer’s. It was strangely peaceful. Dice giving a silent wish that it could stay like this for as long as possible.

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The day and a half of travel was honestly easy sailing. Lucifer concluded that plunders and bandits were probably based closer to home. Easier for scores and having a certain home base instead of roaming in open lands that were marked as dangerous.

“Leaving that to the crazy travelers.” He muttered at the end.

So the calm that had fallen over was quickly wiped away when they came across the town limit sign. While it no doubt would have normally said ‘Welcome to’ whatever this town was, it had severely changed. The bright painting job was dulled, barely seen against the dark, rotting wood. The overall sign looked close to falling over if one good wind came through. The only ‘repair’ being that of another piece of wood placed over the town's name. With large words of ‘YOUR DOOM’ spelled out with red paint. At least, it was a hope of red paint.

“‘Welcome to your doom’? How clever.” Lucifer mumbled as they slowly passed by.

No one laughed.

Reaching the town proper, they were met with a barrier. A sturdy wall of wood towering before them. The possibly only stable thing they’ve seen this entire time. Large, locked doors finishing off the imposing feature. Dice brought the cart to a stop right at the door, all taking in what was before them.

“Can we…go around?” Mugman asked weakly.

“I’d rather not get off the main path if we can help it,” Dice replied. He peered down both ways to see how far the wall went. There seemed to be no end. “Plus, I’m not seeing where this wall ends. Forward is our best bet.”

“Since we’ve not been greeted yet, we could have lucked out. The town might be abandoned.” Lucifer added.

Dice frowned. “Look at that wall, it’s to perfect-”

Cuphead perked up and jumped to the front between the adults, shouting, “I wanna go knock!”

The cup just jumped off the cart, only to be caught in Dice's arms. “Ah, we’ll both knock. And we’re not going to rush this.”

Lucifer took the offered reins while Dice and Cuphead departed. Mugman shuffled to the front, sitting nervously as he and Lucifer watched. The other two approached the door. Cuphead beaming as he ran circles around Dice (being stuck in a cart for so long gave him a lot of pent up energy) and knocked on the doors before bouncing next to the other. Dice putting a hand gently on the top of Cuphead’s rim. The quiet stare down was broken when the door barely cracked open.

No sound was made. It was unclear if the door was opened by another or by Cuphead knocking.

“Um, hello?” Dice called out. No response.

The ex-con man cleared his throat before calling out again. “If we could get some help, please? We’re hoping we could pass through the town. …Hello?”

Still nothing.

“Well, that’s good enough for me. No one’s home!” Reins in hand, Lucifer spurred the horse forward. Dice easily got himself and Cuphead out of the way as the cart dashed by. Mugman let out a fearful squeak at the sudden movement, gripping onto the seat until the cart stopped once more. Now positioned at the town’s center.

A large decorative fountain was off, no water flowing, the foundation cracked with the main feature falling apart. The buildings in similar states, cracked and falling apart. In the distance was a rather imposing building. Similar to the wooden wall, the building looked like it was either new or the best repaired place, actual time and care put into it to keep it up.

Lucifer eventually stopped laughing, wiping away a single tear before letting out a sigh. “Ah, it was getting a little quiet. You okay there kid?”

“Ugh, I would have liked some warning,” Mugman huffed, “I wasn’t ready to move! My stomach hurts now.”

“...Sorry about that. I’m sure sudden movement isn’t helpful with your depth perception. One eye working isn’t fun. How about-” Lucifer paused, taking a deep breath, pupils widening slightly.

Mugman noticed the sudden pause, looking over. “Mr. Lucifer? ...Are you okay?”

“Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?”

“It’s…I don’t know. It’s like the air is spicy…spicy and sweet. Rather sickening actually. What is that smell? It’s so familiar…”

“Lucifer!” Dice rushed forward with Cuphead in his arms, frowning deeply. “What are you doing? We need to be careful!”

“What? I didn’t go too far.” Lucifer recovered quickly, laughing as he leaned back in his seat. Mugman showed concern by the sudden change, but didn’t comment as he wasn’t sure how he could explain what happened.

“You do realize that every new location has new, possibly dangerous unknowns. We can’t afford to be careless.”

Look around. This town is dead. We have nothing to worry abou-”

In a flash, a lasso rope was wrapped around Lucifer’s chest, arms not pinned to his sides. A silent question of ‘What the heck?’ hanging in the air before he was pulled off the cart. Lucifer wasn’t pulled far, but enough for the other three couldn’t help as numerous people started to appear. Seeming to crawl out from every shadowy crack, pouring out from every opening. Faces covered with masks made with eerie available and usable pieces of material. Armed with equally makeshift weapons.

Dice immediately put Cuphead down, next to Mugman on the cart, starting to pull his knife out. There were a lot, so he was planning on taking down who he could. Well, that was the plan. But their attackers were faster. Just as the knife was pulled out, another rope was lassoed around his wrist. There was a resounding ‘SNAP’ that was followed by Dice’s scream of pain. Knife dropped, his broken wrist now hanging uselessly. From somewhere behind Dice, he could hear Lucifer let out a fearful cry of “Dice!”.

The adults were taken down first. Dice doing his best to fight back with a broken wrist. Lucifer suddenly turned feral as he attempted to break free. With the strength of a normal mortal, he quickly lost the fight. Being overpowered and tied down easily.

Cuphead tried to defend Dice, jumping down from the cart to rush over. Only to skid to a halt hearing Mugman cry out. The mug attempted to keep the attackers away from him and the cart unsuccessfully. One grabbed the younger’s arm while the rest started to drag the supplies away.

“Get away from him!” Cuphead quickly turned, trying to reach his brother. He was easily picked up, being casually held under someone’s arm. Unable to break free no matter how hard he kicked and squirmed. Another painful mark of how useless he was without that power.

All in the party was quickly pinned down. Dice and Lucifer tied up with the latter snarling and snapping at who he could. The Cup Brother’s unable to fight back, even with the minimal restraints they had. Too tired and too young to break free.

One of the attackers at the front stepped forward. “Oh glorious leader! We have caught those who have dared to trespass on our land.”

A loud beating of a drum sounded after this. Walking towards the group was what could only be seen as a mini parade. At the front was a villager carrying a heavy drum, one that was hit with every step the group took. Behind that was a collection of six carrying a rather intense, elaborate chair.

Or, suppose a throne would be a more appropriate term. It wasn’t painted in any gold or silver. But strangely enough it seemed to shine. Created out of the finest and least damaged collection of garbage the villagers could find. At the center of this over the top throne was an equally overly dressed person. Draping himself over each arm in some dramatic fashion.

The small group came to a stop when they reached the larger group. It was a long pause of silence before the lounging man shot up. It was as he sat up properly that a sash with the word ‘MAYOR’ was seen draped across him.

“Well, well, well, what idiots decided to invade our dear home? Thought you could get the drop on us? To steal our stuff and just disappear into the night? As if!”

“Look, we just wanted to pass through,” Dice said quickly, “We just need to travel through. We had no plans to steal anything.”

“A likely story. Only saying this because you got caught.” The Mayor stepped off his throne, nose stuck up in the air as he stalked forward. “Such rags… Uh, you’re depressing me, being in such a state.”

“The world’s ending you idiot! You’re dressed in actual garbage.” Cuphead snapped back.

“Oh blah, commoners would say that. You say it’s ending. I say it’s thriving! My dear followers and I have never been happier!”

The large crowd let out a ‘Hoorah!’ in response.

“Perfectly in sync! Wonderful job. Now, back to you lot,” the Mayor shuffled back when Lucifer let out a low growl, “Ugh, such attitude. First you try to rob us. Now you try to attack us for defending ourselves. Just for that, payment is needed.”

Bloodshot eyes landed on the scarf currently wrapped around Mugman. Dice, already knowing where this was going, gave a frantic cry of ‘No!’ as the scarf was ripped off. The mug let out a yelp, both from the sudden movement and when a few pieces fell from his chipped eye.

The Mayor’s eyes grew wide upon seeing the handle and blue striped straw. The scarf he had grabbed fluttering down to the muddy ground. Another minute passed in tense silence before Cuphead’s covering was ripped off as well. Even without the handle, it was clear the Mayor recognized the cup. That he recognized both brothers.

“My loyal followers! The Melodious Voice from Beyond has blessed us once more! She’s allowed her enemy to fall into our lap. Allowing us to take vengeance against those who would want to harm her. Oh, what a glorious time.” The Mayor cracked gleefully as he practically danced his way back to his throne. Posing dramatically as he gave the fearful group a smug look.

“Play pitiful all you want. Your time to flee has run out. Now you pay for crimes against our beloved Voice.”

“They’re kids!” Dice tried to argue, “They’ve done nothing wrong. Whatever this voice has told you, you can’t-”

“Save your breath!” The Mayor waved his hand, “Your mind has been corrupted by the vile beings here. You will be given salvation later. But for now, WE PREPARE! Tomorrow we shall sacrifice those who would have harmed our Savior Voice! Take those vile beings to the jail! Separate cells please.”

As one the mob moved, all heading towards the large newly built building they had spotted when they arrived. Lucifer attempted to snap, bite and tear at what he could possibly reach. But was being held out too far for him to reach anyone. The other three squirming and trying to push away only amounted to nothing as well. The interior was nothing but cells. Lined up along each wall that could be seen. Lucifer and Dice were carried to the left, while the Cup Brothers to the right.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing? You can’t separate us!” Dice called out, eyes on the frantic brothers.

Lucifer was brought out of his feral mentality upon hearing Dice. Pupils narrowing to the smallest sliver in anger. His writhing and attacks increased drastically while screaming, “You hurt them and I’ll rip your HEART OUT!”

The Cup Brothers attempting to reach out to the adults as if stretching far enough would bring them closer. They were tossed into the farthest cell. Mugman let out a scream of pain as his face hit the stone floor. A dangerously large chunk falling away from his cracked eye. Cuphead frantically tries to comfort his brother and break down the cell door. Calling out desperately for glue or for some help.

Only to be ignored.

#Cuphead #mugman #The Devil #King Dice #inazumaneko #s-creations #fanfiction #inspired by art #au world #also on ao3

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More domestic headcanon

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, domesticity, pure fluff, family and kids, suggestive content if you squint, Jellybean is a cute pet name used for the kids instead of assigning an actual name ~ wc: 800

Katsuki is already considered a part of the family. having known him since you were kids, the hot-headed pro hero had already stolen both your heart and the hearts of your family. when you did announce that you were finally dating, your mother had turned to look at you both, hands entwined and just laughed. "I already knew that was gonna happen and I've been calling you my son in law for years now so nothing changes"

Every time you visit your family, they greet the two of you with hugs and kisses (it always feels like they care more about Katsuki visiting than you) Your mom opens the door with open arms, a giant smile on her aging face as she calls out "Hello my favorite son!" arms going to wrap around Bakugou's wide shoulders. He hugs her back with a soft "hey mom" she doesn't greet you with half the enthusiasm but you just know its cause she now has a favorite child

Anyway, Katsuki is so patient and caring with your nieces and nephews. he usually isn't too fond of kids but with the little ones, he's so.....fatherly; especially with your niece. He had known the little jellybean her whole life, she had grown up around the scary pro hero but had known nothing but love from Bakugou.

Every time she sees him, her face lights up and her arms open wide in a scream at seeing her favorite uncle. "Uncle 'Suki! Look, I have your new t-shirt! Look! Mom got it for me at the shops yesterday!" Jellybean runs towards the two of you, tiny feet not carrying her fast enough. Katsuki drops to a squat to pick her up, so tiny in his massive arms, before swinging her around. "Hey, jellybean! Wow! That's so cool!" he squeezes her in a hug then pulls away to look at the oversized shirt. "Thank you for being my number one fan!" Jellybean squeals with delight as she wraps her arms around Katsuki's neck, hugging tightly and not letting go.

The two of them are inseparable. Jellybean follows Katsuki everywhere and Katsuki doesn't mind. He lets her tug at his hair as he carries her on his shoulders, indulges her as she asks to be flown around ( because he is the only one who has enough strength and stamina to keep up with other 3 year old's energy) even letting her eat of his plate at dinner and making it look as if he was blissfully unaware to the little mouse stealing his broccoli (because that was the only way she would eat her veggies)

Your heart explodes when you catch them napping on the floor after Christmas lunch. Toys strewn around them and frozen 2 playing softly in the background. Jellybean is curled up on Katsuki's chest, his own hand placed gently on her back to keep her from falling off. Your tiptoe over to them, hoping not to wake them before you got a few photos. How could you resist seeing your big scary pro hero boyfriend cuddling with your niece as if he was his own daughter! Squatting down by Katsuki's head, you brushed soft fingers along his forehead. His eyes fluttered open, smiling when he sees you gazing lovingly down at him. "Hey Papa Bear, it's almost time for cake" you whisper, eyes flicking to Jellybean in case she woke up at the word cake.

"How long have I been asleep?" his voice thick with sleep.

You smile, pushing hair behind his ears. "long enough for me to clean the table up, by myself may I add" you’re teasing at the end. "that's not very favorite son of you"

"being the favorite gets you out of things you don't want to do"

You hmm, leaning down closer to press your lips lightly to his forehead.

"Is this what being a dad's like?" Katsuki whispers his question. The topic of babies and marriage had been a thing recently but you were still both so young and children were a faraway goal.

"I think so" you whisper back against his skin. "but you won't be the favorite uncle 'Suki. You'll be angry protective dad 'Suki"

Katsuki smiles, tipping his head back in search of a kiss. You kiss him lightly, afraid to scar poor Jellybean if she wakes up and sees you lip locked. Katsuki kisses back, lips parting slightly to deepen the kiss. Your cheeks heat, stomach filling with butterflies as you feel his teeth nip along your lip. You pull away, face flushed. "Keep going like that and ill make you a dad by tomorrow"

"Maybe that was the plan all along" "Suki teases back, free hand reaching up to squeeze your knee. "Okay, Jellybean! Wake up, it's time for cake!" his tone and attention shifting to the sleeping toddler.

Maybe making Bakugou Katsuki a dad wasn't such a bad idea.

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Paradise On Earth (7)

Chapter: 7. Dead Calm

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Warnings: Language and Violence

Summary: This is an X Reader insert rewrite of the series Outerbanks, following the plots and events of the series, with certain twists to fit the reader into the story and to make things interesting.

A/N: Y'all are either gonna hate me or love me for this chapter... I guess we'll see. Thank you all for the comments it means a lot to hear from you guys, please Comment or message me to be tagged :)

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Chapter 6 - Series Masterlist - Masterlist - Chapter 8

The day after your grand adventure where you almost got murdered, everything hit you. More like your body, it felt like you were sore from working out, and in some ways you did. All the climbing, jumping, running for your life finally caught up to you. You wondered if the other felt the same. You got your answer soon enough when Sarah busted through your bedroom door with a cheery smile. "Good Morning, sleeping beauty!"

You groaned at her energy, you thought of throwing a pillow her way to ward her off but didn't think you had the strength to.

"It's not a good morning, it's a very bad morning," You shifted to the other side so your back was facing her.

"Is it really? Did you forget about the very expensive bar we almost died for yesterday?" She sat on the other side of the bed with a bounce. "John B and Pope made a plan to get the rest of the gold, unfortunately, my dad wants to hold John B hostage for the day we originally had planned--"

"See, already a bad start to the day," You used that as a lame excuse to stay in bed all day.

Sarah pulled the bedsheets off you, "Get up, buttercup we have things to do."

"What happened to nice, Sarah?"

"Oh she's there, you just need to work with her so we can live happily ever after with a shit ton of money."

You sigh, "Fine I'll get up."

The moment you were changed you were being rushed into the twinkie and off to meet with the rest of the pogues. You were at the chateau for a short while as Kie melted the three gold bars in an old pot with a torch. Your next stop was the pawnshop.

"Hell, of a job on the melting Dr. Frankstein," JJ judged Kie on the gold bar that now looked like a puddle with the wheat symbol still engraved on top.

"Like you could have done any better," She retorted.

"Yeah, I could have I took a welding class-" He started, John B calmed them down before they could get any louder.

"How did I get this job anyway," JJ complained about being the one that had to pawn off the gold.

"'Cause you're the best liar," You snorted.

"That's hurtful, Princess."

"Only because you know it's true."

JJ opened the door to the pawnshop, the bell on top chimed announcing your entrance. You and Kie strolled casually around the small store.

"Think this will work?" You whisper to Kie while pretending to admire the artifacts displayed around.

"Guess we're about to find out," She shrugs. You follow her line of sight to the lady at the cashier pouring some liquid on top of the gold, you assumed something was supposed to happen to prove it was fake or something. The lady inquired where JJ had found this, he fed her some lie and played his part well, you couldn't tell if she believed him or not. She left and came back quickly from another room.

"I talked to my boss, and this is what I can do," She places a piece of paper down on the glass counter.

"Fifty thousand? Do you think I walked in here not knowin' the spot price? Ma'am, I know for a fact this is worth 140 at least."

"Baby, this is a pawn shop, not Zurich, do I look swiss to you?" The lady made a point, you couldn't expect a small shop like this could afford 140 grand. JJ negotiated the price, he had to settle for 70 so the woman wouldn't go to the police.

You had grinned at each other, trying to not make it obvious at the excitement. Here came the rough part, "Here's the snag, I don't have that much denominated here, I can write you a cashier's check."

JJ made an argument, "Ma'am I want the money in cash, that's what that sign says" He points to it, "that's what I expect."

"Well, I have to send you to the warehouse, I have the money there. Is that all right?"

"Where's this warehouse?"

Next thing you know you're on the way to the disclosed location the woman gave. There was something about this that was off, how could you trust that the lady would actually send you to a warehouse to receive the money? As much as you didn't believe there could be that much money at the pawnshop, it was a pawnshop, they had to have that type of money.

Either way, you and the rest of the group sat in the twinkie heading there anyway, you all voiced your suspicions on where they kept the money. You were on the cut, part of the address was a name 'Resurrection drive'. If there was any place you would think they'd have the money is figure eight, but here you were going to a place none of you had ever heard of.

"There's nothing but weeds out here," Kiara peered out the windows. The road was long with greenery on either side. The sound of a police siren signaling John B to pull over.

"Cops? Out here?" You spoke alarmed.

"God, are you kidding me?" JJ exclaimed.

"What did we do?" Sarah asks aloud.

"Stash that," Pope commands. You all look at each other in confusion, John B asks JJ if he brought the gun, he said no so that was one less thing to worry about. JJ rushed to put the gold and the weed in his bag, stashing it all away in a seat's hidden compartment.

You heard a gun cock and whipped your head to the driver's seat, the window was open and there was a guy holding an automatic weapon to your brother's face.

"All of you, hands in the air, right now!" The guy with a skull mask covering the bottom of his face shouts. "Out of the car! Let's go!"

John B gets out of the driver's seat with his hands in the air, the guy shouts out demands to let you all out of the car. Sarah gets out second, Kie third, you fourth then Pope and JJ. Though the anxiety of the situation began to kick in, you felt tired of the constant fear for your life since this whole thing started and all you could think of right now is how you should have stayed in the comfy bed of yours in the Cameron house.

JJ began to speak but was shut down by the voice with a gun, shoving you all back and telling him to shut the hell up.

"Lay down in the ditch! Lay in the ditch!" He points with his shotgun. The six of you follow in his command kneeling down, then on your stomachs, with your hands behind your head. You feel your heart pounding through a reflection of the ground.

"Don't let me see you with looking at me!" He walks away from you backward and with his gun still pointed at you all. You could think of any scenario in your head right now where you could escape this alive without him getting away with this, but he had the gun and could easily kill you all right now. Your breath was shaky and your eyes watery, this would not be a cool way to die. And it was all because of the lady at the pawnshop.

"This is a setup guys!" You say, shakily.

"That old bat shanked us," JJ's anger radiates next to you, he punches the ground with a string of curses.

You turn your head hearing Sarah's pleading whimpers, John B got up from his position on the ground. You stare at him wide-eyed, whispering "John B get back down, please."

He puts a finger to his lips and sneakily makes his way to the cop car. He hops in the backseat of it and at this point, you're ready to kill him yourself. You wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to him because he decided to play hero, you pray he doesn't get caught.

"All right, you all stay just like that, unless you want your brains blown out all over this road. Don't move your goddamn heads, okay?" The guy comes out of the van barking out orders again. John B was still in the cop car, you hoped the man wouldn't notice his absence. He got into the driver's seat of the car, then came the grunting.

JJ ran to them and the rest of you hastily got up, right after JJ delivered his blow, you threw one but were shoved. John B who had the gun, clocked him in the back, he was down on the ground with you, Kie, and Sarah kicking him in the stomach.

"You son of a bitch!" Sarah yelled at him, John B pulled down his mask and JJ was quick to identify him.

"I know this asshole! He's a basehead, he sells coke to my dad."

"He probably knows my brother," Sarah mentions. You internally roll your eyes at that, great.

"Listen, I couldn't hurt any single one of y'all--" He begins but JJ smacked his face with the butt of the shotgun. He digs into his pocket and checks his ID, "We got one last stop."

JJ shoves everyone out of his way, "Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives."

You walk right behind him, ready to leave the asshole who threatened your lives. JJ was furious, more so than any of you all combined,~~ and frankly, you didn't blame him. Not that you thought the others did but they thought jumping him was enough, you didn't you wanted revenge. What was supposed to be a peaceful and happy day where you just get the money you worked so hard for, turned out to be just another day you almost get shot at. You were over it.

~~~

"Welcome to crackhead wasteland," You observe your surroundings. Trash was littered all over the front yard of this guy, Barry's, trailer home.

"I don't know about this, man," Pope speaks cautiously. JJ turns the ignition off when he reaches the front.

"Dude, why are we at Barry's?" John B asks.

"This'll only take a second," JJ steps out, you step out with him.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" John B questions you.

"Probably the same thing JJ's about to do," You answer, hurrying after JJ. John B warns you to come back to the van, you flip him off, walking into the wrecked home.

"What are we looking for?" You pipe up as you watch JJ rummage around the kitchen.

"His money stash," He mutters. "I know you got some around here somewhere."

You search with him, moving things around where you think he might've hidden it. Once you've done your assessment you move to the next room leaving JJ behind. You look under the bed, then the closet, and bingo!

A duffel with wads and wads of cash, you slip one in your back pocket then call out for JJ.

"Holy-- fucking amazing!" You didn't know whether he was talking about you or the money but you blushed anyways. He rubs his jaw and stuffs a good amount into the bag leaving around four rolls on Barry's bed.

"What are you doing?" You hear your brother's voice from the kitchen.

"Getting even!" JJ responds. You walk out with JJ who's holding the duffel, "All right, took care of business."

John B grabs ahold of JJ biceps, staring directly into his eyes, "Hey, look at me if you keep going down this road you're gonna end up just like your dad--"

JJ slams John B into a pantry door, "Watch your mouth, man."

"Whoa, JJ, calm down!" You look at the position JJ and John B are in.

"It's fine, Y/N," JJ assures then goes back to John B. He said it was fine yet still has your brother pinned by his collar, "Aren't you tired of being messed with?"

"That's not the point, JJ," JB answers. JJ releases John B and walks out, the two of you left standing there trying to process what just happened. You just wanted to get something out of another life-threatening situation the next your brother and the guy you're in love with are about to fight.

"And you, what the hell are you doing?" John B looks at you disappointed.

"I'm just trying to live my life, John B," You sigh.

"This is not living your life, Y/N, you-we don't need any more problems. And you following in JJ's example isn't helping, I can somewhat understand what he's trying to get at but you?"

"What about me?"

"This isn't you, yeah you can do some stupid shit sometimes but going into some drug dealer's house to rob him, isn't."

"Desperate times, John B," You try to defend.

"Not this desperate, Y/N. And you're doing this for what? A silly little schoolgirl crush." He walks out on you shaking his head. You stood there in shock at what he just said, it wasn't true, mostly. You were doing this for you making decisions on your own without his lead which is what you always do. This wasn't the right thing to do but then again none of what you guys are doing is normal. Running from bad guys, chasing after hidden treasure, living in a dump, and now in a mansion? How dare he?

When you finally walkout, the others are giving JJ shit for stealing the money, Sarah's announcing her fear of Barry coming after you all again and Pope's worried it might some rivalry you don't need.

The bottom line was Barry already came after you, he knows you have the gold and even if he didn't care about the gold, you all jumped him so when he sees you most likely it's gonna be on sight. There's no point in preventing shit now when shit already went down.

"J, Relax."John B tries to calm him down but ends up getting slammed up (again) against the van.

"You feel like a tough guy now, huh?" John B yells at him. "What're you gonna do when comes after us?"

"Punch him in the throat."

"Yeah, good fuckin' idea, JJ."

"I'm not putting it back," JJ states and steps into the twinkie. You stand there awkwardly with the rest of the pogues who expect him to go back and return the money. The stack of it that you planned on using for groceries and other necessities burn in your back pocket, it was hidden behind the printed shirt you borrowed from John B.

"You guys getting in or what?" He calls out to you all. He waits for a second then walks out again waiting for you all to say something.

"We're sick of your shit," John B expresses.

"Oh, my shit?"

Kie chimes in, "Yeah, your pulling guns on people shit."

Then Pope, "You acting like a maniac--"

"Pope, I took the fall for you, man! Know how much money I owe because of you?" JJ brings it up.

"I'm gonna pay you back and I didn't ask you to do that!"

"I just did! Pay it back right here, right now, with Y/N's help but pretty much by myself." He glances at you then the others, "You know what, that's exactly what I'm gonna do, go off by myself."

"JJ," You go after him. John B holds you back, "Just let him go." You hear Kie say.

"Are you guys serious?" You shout at them, "He just went to jail for Pope, and yeah you said you were gonna pay him back but he's doing this so you don't have to!"

John B shakes his head at you while the others just stare, "I know you guys, think this is stupid as hell but we almost lost the gold because of Barry. What would we have do then, huh? 'Cause I know my shifts at the country club aren't gonna cut it."

"I'm gonna get a job--" You cut John B off, taking out the stack you took.

You rip a couple of twenties from the rubber band and shove it in his chest, "There's your paycheck."

You stalk off in the direction you assumed JJ went.

~~~

Thirty minutes and you had no sight of him, you should've left when he was still close by. You weren't lost which was a good thing but you were not in the best neighborhood either. The sound of a motorcycle drove past you which had you paranoid especially since you didn't hear it drive off in the distance. Instead, it made a U-turn and made a stop right next to you, you cursed silently hoping whoever it was, wasn't dangerous.

"Y/N?"

You breathe a sigh of relief, it was Rafe, not as dangerous as a stranger that you couldn't handle.

"Hey," You walk up to him despite your brain warning you not to.

"What have you been up to, why are you out here alone?" He asks as if he cares. The thought of him being concerned has your body lighting up with hope.

"Uh, not much," Maybe you could use him for a ride to the chateau but think no, I can't the others are not gonna be happy. "Do you think you could give me a ride to your house?"

"My house?" He smirks.

"Yeah, I kind of live there now..."

"Don't you have other things to do, like escape drug dealers?" He quirks a brow, how the hell did he know about that?

"W-what no," You stutter "Where did you get that idea?"

"Barry came by the club and he was not happy," He shakes his head.

"Well, I have nothing to do with that, and if you're not gonna give me a ride I better keep walking."

"I know this is the kinda thing you, your brother and your friends do but dragging Sarah into this?"

"This kinda thing? What do you think we do, Rafe?" You glare at the boy, "Maybe you find this hard to believe but unlike you, we have better things to do than rob dealers."

"Not from what I heard, passed by John B and Sarah by the way," He pointed to the road he just drove from.

"Listen, you have no idea what's going on so you can't talk shit about things you don't know about."

"Maybe not, but I know Barry and he's gonna come after you all," He pulls up his sleeve. "If you don't wanna believe how dangerous he is take a look at this," He shows you a well-sized burn on his forearm. You trace the edges of the wound carefully, "Jesus."

"All I'm saying is try not to dig yourself a deeper hole, whatever ever shit you're in to get the hell out of it, and try not to bring Sarah down while you're at it." You roll your eyes at his form of a warning.

"Thanks, seems like your brother of the year but she's fine where she's at. Now all I asked for was a ride and since it doesn't seem like your gonna give me one I'll be on my way."

"Angel, come on." He calls after you then hops on his bike riding it to where you were, he takes off the helmet passing it to you. You stare at it skeptically then concede, slipping the helmet on sitting behind him.

"You have to wrap your arms around me so you don't fall off."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," You murmur but wrap your arms around his middle anyways, you don't see the smile Rafe has planted on his lips.

"What was that?"

"Just drop me off at the wreck," You make up some other words rather than repeat yourself. You assumed that's where your friends were going to be.

~~~

You tell him to pull up by the back, you couldn't risk being seen on the back of his bike with him of all people. You pull off your helmet and step back from the bike.

"Thank you," You turn to leave him but were stopped by him stepping in front of you.

"Whoa, I think I deserve a better form of gratitude," He holds you by your biceps.

"I think thank you was enough," You go to move again but was held steadily.

"Really, Angel?" He speaks softly a tone you never thought to hear from him, ever. He leans down to kiss you but you release yourself from him, jogging away.

"I gotta go."

You open the door to the wreck and were greeted by the cool air inside, it helped cool your blushing cheeks. Pope, Sarah, Kie, and, John B were sitting around an empty table talking.

"It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal," Pope paced around. "So our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it."

"So then how are we gonna get the actual cash," You spoke as you walk towards them.

"Where'd you go?" John B asked. Kie looked at you hopefully, "Did you find JJ?"

You ignored John B's question and avoided his gaze but answers Kie, "No, unfortunately."

Her face falls and Pope continues his rant, "Bring it all up at once, put it in a safe or a vault or something. I don't know just until we can find someone who won't rip us off. I can figure it all out tonight and be ready by tomorrow morning."

"All right, let's do it," John B agreed.

"What about that thing with my dad?" Sarah asks you look at John B questioningly.

"I have to go fishing with Ward."

"You can't get 400 mil 'cause you're gonna go kill fish?" Kie looks at John B with a seriously? face.

"I have to!"

"Blow it off, it's 400 million in gold!" Pope tells your brother.

"I have to, okay? he saved me and Y/N, if it weren't for Ward we'd be in foster care so I have to go, plus it'll be better to do it at night." He excuses.

"Like you said he saved us but you don't see me going fishing with him," You shrug.

"Just let him go fishing, at least JJ will probably have washed up by then," Kie tells you.

"We should hunker down here for the night," You say getting out of Heyward's truck. The group separated, John B took Sarah somewhere while you, Kie, and Pope took off in Heyward's truck at the Chateau.

Lights surrounded the yard and a jacuzzi sat in the middle, JJ was in the bubbled water with a bottle of champagne. Mini inflatable swans swam around JJ who wore what looked like an expensive pair of glasses.

"What did you do, JJ?" Pope spoke incredulously.

"I got a jet going straight in my butt right now," JJ chuckles. You look him in the face from where you're standing and his already busted lip looks open again. "Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me?"

Pope and Kiara stood in shock trying to process how JJ must've spent his restitution money. Something clearly happened and he was not okay, JJ was drunk off his ass already, pouring champagne in the water trying to pour it in a glass.

"How much did this cost?" Pope asked demandingly.

"Uh, with the generator, the petrol, and oh hey express delivery... pretty much all of it, yeah" He slurred out the words cheerfully.

"All of it?" Pope shouts. "You spent all the money in one day?"

"Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket but I mean like come on guys, look at this finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me." He spouted out, waving his arms around like you guys couldn't see all the luxury you had now. "Kie, what? Can't a man have a little luxury in life?"

"C'mon all this scrimpin' and scrapin', Princess, you see all this right? I know you'd enjoy this." He looks at you with his eyes all puffy, your eyes soften at the vulnerable look of him. "You only live once, right? enough of this emotional shit, get in the cat's ass. Come on." He beckons you all forward but Kie just asks "In the what?"

"In the Cat's ass, that's what I named her, oh I almost forgot," JJ flips a switch, and a disco ball that hung on the tree above begun to spin, and more water spouts out like a fountain. "Disco mode, that's right baby!"

"Are you kidding me? you could have paid for restitution!" Pope yells at him.

Kie joins him, "Or literally given it to any charity!"

"Or better yet you could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!"

"Guys this isn't helping!" You shout back at them, "What's done is done."

"Baby, it's alright because you know what, I got a hot tub!" You whip around at the word he just called you but quickly all thoughts of your feelings were masked by the large bruises on his abdomen. "For my friends, I got a hot tub for my friends, you know what no screw friends, I got a hot tub for my family!"

He speaks the words through sobs and wet cheeks, "I got this for you, look what I did for you!"

"JJ," You take a step toward him.

"No, stop being emotional, it's fine okay?"

"I mean it's sweet right? everything-- just get in." You were already up there with him wrapping your arms around him letting his head fall on your shoulder, "I just couldn't do it." He sobs and reciprocates the hug. "I can't take him anymore, I was gonna kill him."

"Shhh," You rub his back and soon Pope and Kie join in for a group hug.

"I just wanna do the right thing!"

"I know, I know," You say softly.

~~~

"You could stay in here with me if you want," You offer JJ once everyone had calmed down, Pope and Kie knocked out on the couch and pullout. You didn't think JJ would wanna sleep alone tonight.

"Yeah alright," He sniffles slightly.

"JJ you don't ever have to go back there again," You tell him as you lie next to him. "You could stay here even when John B and I are at the cameron's"

He nods, "Thanks."

You shift to turn your back to him, you felt an arm snake around your waist, JJ pulled you to him so your back was against his chest.

"Is this okay?" He made sure.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you need."

Whatever you need? God, you needed help.

Now you didn't know if you would be able to sleep, being so aware of him. The tank top you wore and shorts because of the lack of A/C in your home being this close to him gave you anxiety, you had slept in the same bed before but this was more intimate. He was vulnerable and had just broke down in front of you, in front of all of you. Not to mention he called you baby during said breakdown, you couldn't think about that right now, nope he didn't need you in that way right now.

"Y/N?" He whispered in a small voice.

"Hm?"

"Did I tell you that I got fired from the club?"

"What!" There goes your sanity during work.

"Shh, geez didn't think it was that serious, Frank fired me for the whole crashing Midsummers thing."

"What a dick," You huff. "Now what am I gonna do without you there?"

"Do your job," He chuckled "We got a little too distracted when we were together anyways."

"I think we were the perfect amount of distracted, we still got shit done didn't we?"

"Yeah, you're right," He paused. "Guess what I meant was that I got more distracted around you." You tensed, what the hell did he mean by that?

You had to think of something before he drops it, "I should've gotten fired with you then."

He squeezed your waist, "Nah you're great at what you do."

"You mean waitressing?" You snorted, "Sure."

"What I mean is you're doing great without me holding you back," His small voice came back and your heart broke for him.

"JJ, you could never hold me back if anything you push me to do things better, smarter."

"Why'd do help me with the money?"

"Same reason you did, I'm tired of getting pushed around, I know you guys think I'm an advocate for certain kooks but there's a line. A line that a lot of people even pogues that are supposed to be on our side, push."

He cuddles you closer, digging his head into your hair "I just don't want you to stoop down to my level so much that you get in trouble."

"JJ?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

He laughs, "Okay Princess."

~~~

The next morning you get up and head to the Cameron house where you have your things, you couldn't exactly do what you needed to do today in what you were wearing from last night. Kie didn't bring extra clothes so she offered to drop you off before running wuick errands for her parents. Thankfully nobody was home or at least Rose and Ward weren't home so you didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of it all.

You rush into 'your room' searching for any clothes you might've left around, looking around quickly then step out closing the door behind you.

You didn't notice when you bumped into a hard chest, ready to apologize to whom you thought was Ward Cameron but was actually his son.

"Jesus, Rafe you scared me," You press a hand to you chest.

"You don't live here alone, Angel."

"Your dad's out with John B and I don't know where Rose is and What are you even doing here? I thought Ward kicked you out," You just remembered what Sarah had told you yesterday.

"We weren't finished earlier." Rafe ignored your question and stepped closer to you, closer than he's ever been before, it scared you to think of what you might do in this position.

"That's because I had better things to do than be around a coke whore," You spat at him to push him away. It didn't work, despite his quick temper he ignored you and came even closer.

Not too long ago the boy you love was crying in your arms and here you were in the arms of the enemy a centimeter away from his lips. The hunger in Rafe's eyes as he towered over you made your stomach flutter, this was not something you wanted. This was the opposite but a part of you, a part that you normally kept hidden, yearned for him. He's not the kind of guy you should be with, his history with your friends serving as evidence, but he was different with you, and if only you had more time.

If you had more time he could change, he could be the man he desired to be, one that his dad would be proud of since that is what he so badly wished.

You were pulled of your thoughts by Rafe's head leaning down, your eyes suddenly feel heavy and you could see that his was as well, your faces were mingling close to each other. One move and your lips would touch, your prayers were answered and next thing you knew his soft but slightly chapped lips closed in on yours. He places both of his hands on your cheeks to deepen the kiss and you wrap your arms around his waist bringing his body closer to yours. You both stood in the hallway of his house lips attached with hearts pumping, you pull away what felt like too soon.

"I can't do this," You softly push him away. He doesn't let you go leaning his forehead against yours.

"You just did baby," His words made you freeze. JJ, you forgot about JJ. He called you that just last night. You weren't together but this felt like a betrayal, just last night you were cuddling and now you were here with a guy he hates.

Helping Rafe see the error of his ways by spending time with him was one thing but making out with him was way different. The worst part was you didn't regret it, not one bit.

"Rafe-" He cut you off with a kiss one which you returned, you didn't hear the small footsteps of the youngest Cameron around the corner. Nor did you hear the camera click as you pulled away from him one last time.

And just like many times before you leave him there, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

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Patton’s Home For Traumatized Kids - Chapter Five

Bad Memories Don’t Erase

Chapter Summary: Roman tags along with Logan and Virgil to hang out at their friend’s house.

First Chapter Previous Chapter Story Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, stealing, and one inappropriate joke

Word Count: 4,008

Taglist: @shade-romeo, @grayson-22, @pixelated-pineapple, @acrobaticcatfeline, @astrozei, @edupunkn00b, @princey-7258, @eternalmoonlight19, @remy-the-lemon-berry, @look-ma-im-on-tv, @mariniacipher, @bigwendymonster, @nonbinary-octopus

Notes: This chapter’s a little short, but the next one is gonna be really long, so hopefully that makes up for it

On Sunday the next day, Patton finally took Roman to buy his gym clothes. Roman was trying to hide a goofy smile while sitting in the back seat, desperate to not get his hopes up while also ecstatic his plan was working so far. He was going to have Patton stay in the car while Roman shopped for clothes! This had never worked on his dad before!

By the time Patton finally parked the car in the parking lot of the store, Roman’s chest felt weighted from his anxiety, waiting to see Patton’s final verdict. So long as he didn’t change his mind now, then Roman was in the clear. He hoped to be in the clear.

“Alright, kiddo,” Roman’s heart stopped as Patton pulled out his wallet and gave him some money. “Forty dollars should be more than enough for some pairs of gym pants and shirts. Give me back all the change when you come back, okay?”

“I will! Promise!” Roman wanted to jump for joy. It was working!

“Text me when you’re checking out so you don’t surprise me, and if you see something else you might want, just text me before you buy it so I know. Tell me if you have any issues, okay?”

“Okay!”

Patton smiled. “Go on then, kiddo.”

Roman practically leaped out the door to skip his way to the front entrance of the clothing store, two twenty dollar bills crumbled in his pocket. He got away with it! No parents staring him down while he changed outfits!

Roman walked into the store and tried to hide the skip in his step. With no parents to watch him, he could buy what he actually wanted to wear, no tight pants and scoop neck shirts. No, Roman wanted to look like his real goal. His goal of being a blob of cloth that vaguely resembled a human.

Granted, he’d mostly gotten there. His aunt replaced all of his wardrobe, so his current clothes were a lot more comfortable to wear even if they weren’t very fashionable. Mostly bright colored t-shirts and pants, maybe some shorts if they were able to reach down far enough. Maybe once he was more comfortable with himself he could actually test out more styles, but for now, oversized clothes were all he could handle.

Roman’s walk sped up slightly when his eyes landed on the men’s athletic section. He had to be quick with this, he didn’t want Patton getting impatient and coming in to check on him. Roman looked through the shorts and shirt sizes, easily finding a size up for a couple shirts while heavily struggling on the shorts. Roman groaned. It was always the shorts that caused the issue, they were always too high up. What if he was sitting down and the pant leg rode up too far? No, Roman refused to get something like that willingly.

Roman took all the athletic shorts that could fit him and held them up in front of his legs. Most of them only made it to his lower thigh, but he managed to find two shorts that made it to right below his knee. Roman smiled and bounced on his toes, grabbed his items and rushed to find a dressing room. Once he did, he rushed into the first empty area he saw and locked the door. The mirrors on the walls and gaps in the door made it hard for him to change comfortably, so instead Roman tried to press himself against the very corner of the room when he was changing.

Between the six shirts and two pants Roman found, he was pretty happy with most of his choices. Thankfully, the long shorts looked fine, so Roman hung them up on a hook with a sign over it saying I’m buying this! and considered it a success. However, when it got time to look at the shirts, only three of them were good enough for purchase. The white one he grabbed was practically see-through, and the other two had a scratchy inside material that Roman couldn’t stand, so they got put on the reject hook while the other three passed the test.

For a rushed shopping visit, Roman was pretty pleased with his choices. Two shorts might not be enough for five days worth of classes, but maybe Roman could keep one pair in his locker until it started to stink. Which might be a little gross, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Roman exited the dressing room and put his rejected shirts on a rack outside, carrying his other items to the checkout area. Before he got in line, he looked at all the price tags and added them up in his head best he could. The shirts were about six dollars each, and the shorts were a little over five after tax. Which means, adding up the extra cents, he’d have to pay twenty nine dollars for the clothes in total. Considering Patton gave him forty dollars, this was plenty.

Roman hesitated for a second. He stuffed his hand into his pocket to feel the money in the palm of his hand while he thought about his options. If he told Patton the truth, Roman would give him eleven dollars and there would be no issues. Patton might let him do this again next time they go shopping, too. But also…Roman had no backup plan. He was stuck with Patton with nowhere to go if things went wrong.

His aunt told him that Roman could always go back to her house if a guardian was abusing him, and he had every intention to take her up on that offer the second the opportunity arose. But even if Roman walked to her house on foot, he had no money for food during that trip. She lived so far away from him now, there was no way to get to safety without a dollar to his name. But if he stole some from Patton, then Roman could have a serious issue on his hands.

Roman slowly walked up to the check out area and handed the teenage worker the clothes. As she scanned all the items with a satisfying beep, Roman felt himself getting antsy. There’s no guarantee Patton will let me do this again. I’ve already gotten away with so much, and the more time I spend around him, the more danger I’m in. But if Patton notices I stole from him, he could be furious. Is there even a right answer here?

“Twenty nine dollars and thirty two cents.” The cashier said cheerfully. Roman handed her the money and she put it in the register, then handed Roman a bunch of coins, two five dollar bills, and a one dollar. She smiled. “Would you like a receipt?”

“Uh, no thank you.”

When the receipt printed, the cashier tore it out and threw it in the trash behind her. “Have a nice day.”

“You too.” Roman squeaked, rushing away from the register to stare at the money. Apparently they ran out of ten dollar bills, because the money was split perfectly for taking without it being obvious. Roman considered this a sign to take his chance. He put a five dollar bill and a quarter in his left pocket and shoved the rest in his right. It wasn’t much, but he could build it up. This was only the beginning.

Roman walked out of the store and tried to act normal instead of anxious. Worst case scenario, he’d say he forgot to bring out the rest and give Patton the other bills. Giving away the quarter also would be too obvious, but he could get away with stealing that at least. When he made it to Patton's car, Roman opened the back seat and tossed his clothes next to him.

“Hey, kiddo!” Patton greeted, “Got any extra cash to give me?”

“Uh, yeah, here.” Roman dug into his right pocket to grab half the money and handed it to him. Patton put the coins in his pocket and put the two bills in his wallet. He didn’t seem to consider how much Roman gave him, instead he started backing out of the driveway and got distracted while reversing. Roman let out a quiet sigh of relief.

He felt the five dollars still stored in his pocket. He got away with it. For now.

***

“We’re home!” Patton announced as he and Roman stepped inside. Logan and Virgil were both lying on the couch, and Logan perked up from his spot.

“Wonderful. We wanted to ask both of you a question.” Logan said.

Patton seemed intrigued. “What question?”

“Can we go to Janus’ house, Pat?” Virgil asked.

“Oh, of course, kiddos! Do you know when you might be back?”

Virgil thought about it. “Probably at six before dinner.”

“Perfect! Just text me if that changes so I don’t worry, okay?”

“We will.” Logan reassured, “And Roman, would you like to come with us?”

Roman tilted his head to the side. “Me? I don’t even know who Janice is.”

Virgil sunk into the couch more. “Friend of ours. Has a snake, talks a lot about philosophy and books. Acts like a tired underaged wine aunt.”

“Right, well, still. Isn’t it a little strange for me to tag along to a stranger's house?” Roman pointed out.

“Janus wouldn’t mind, I’m sure.” Logan said. “Of course, you don’t have to, we simply figured you would like the invitation so you’re not the only one left out.”

Roman’s eyes widened when Logan said that. Wait, shit, if Logan and Virgil are going to this girl’s house, then Roman will be here. Alone. With Patton. Until six in the afternoon.

Roman’s mood change was almost instant. “Well then, perhaps I should go! Make new friends and establish bonds, or whatever!”

Virgil smirked. “Sweet. It’s a short walk, just a block away. Just let us grab our shoes and we can head out.”

“I’ll tell Janus we’ll be bringing a third party.”

Roman let out a breath of relief. As Virgil and Logan grabbed whatever they needed, Roman set his new bag of clothes in his room next to his backpack. He’d have to remember to put some boxers in there before tomorrow morning, too.

Roman felt the five dollars in his pocket again. He took the money and hid it deep in his backpack in a hidden pocket he hoped wasn’t too easy to find. Satisfied with that for now, Roman stepped back outside of his room and waited for the others.

Once everyone was situated, Virgil called out to let Patton know they were leaving the house and then closed the door. Logan and Virgil did most of the talking as they walked while Roman just listened, following behind them and letting the two lead the way.

“Oh, and Roman,” Logan suddenly said during a point of silence, “Another one of our friends may also show up later at Janus’ house. He said he might be coming, so we’ll see.”

Roman shrugged. “Sounds fine to me.”

“Alright.”

No one said anything else after that on the walk. After a while, Virgil and Logan stopped in front of a house and started walking up the driveway to the front door. As Virgil knocked on the door, Roman stood awkwardly off to the side until someone answered.

It wasn’t long before the door swung open, showing a teenage kid with a large birthmark under his left eye. He rested his elbow on the top of the black and yellow cane next to him and smirked. Was he the brother, perhaps?

“I’ve been expecting you.” He said menacingly.

“‘Sup, fucker.” Virgil greeted.

“Hello, Janus.”

Wait, what? Against his better judgment, Roman forced himself to stand in front of Logan to face Janus. “Wait, your name is Janice?” He asked.

Janus put his hand on his face. “Janus. It’s Janus. J-a-n-u-s, not the old lady name Janice.”

Roman felt his face grow hot. “…Oh. Well, uh…”

Janus rolled his eyes and held the door open wider. “Just come inside.”

Virgil was the first to step in, with Logan following after while Roman hesitated. He made an awful first impression, maybe he should just walk around the block for a while instead-

“Come on, my arm is tired.” Janus coaxed. Roman felt too awkward to walk away, so he instead sucked it up and stepped inside the house with everyone else.

The house was quite nice. The walls were painted dark and the carpet was red, but it looked nice in a Victorian era kind of way. On the living room coffee table were piles of fabric and a sewing machine, seemingly making something that looked like a suit. Janus took the cane he was holding and threw it onto the couch. Well, apparently it was just a part of the outfit.

Virgil motioned to all the fabric on the table. “Fuck are you making now, dude?”

“I’m making the refined villain look of my dreams.”

“Nice. When do you think you’ll finish it?”

“Possibly tomorrow. I’ll start on it again after school.”

“Do you make your own clothes?” Roman asked, hoping to distract himself from his previous embarrassment.

Janus smiled slightly. “Less clothes, more costumes. Mostly for myself, but sometimes I make them for the high school’s theater when I’m feeling generous.”

“Oh, that sounds fun!”

“Wanna see Janus’ costume closet?” Virgil asked.

Roman shrugged. “If he wants me to.”

“Oh yeah, just talk about me like I’m not here.” Janus rolled his eyes and motioned for everyone to follow him. He had a downstairs family room with a closet off to the side. Once everyone was downstairs, Janus opened it and let Roman look inside.

“…Woah.” Roman looked at all the costumes, astonished and full of wonder. A lot of them were very extravagant, like they were specifically designed for a dramatic person, so Roman felt a calling toward them. He took a few of them off their hangers to look at; roaring twenties inspired suits and a black dresses with fancy gold finishes. Roman ran his hand on the fabric like they were fancy relics.

“They are quite high-quality.” Logan said, “Costume design is certainly one of Janus’ greatest skills.”

“I can see that.” Roman whispered.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Don’t make his ego bigger than it already is.”

“Oh no, please do continue, I’m designed to be the center of attention.” Janus smirked.

Roman laughed and put the costumes back on the rack. It seemed like him and Janus were pretty similar in personality, just on opposite ends of the spectrum. Both dramatic artists, except one likes to add that with tons of sarcasm. He could see them getting along quite easily.

“Also, Janus,” Virgil said while looking at his phone, “Rat bastard says he’s coming over. He’ll be here in ten.”

“Ugh, fine. I was getting used to the silence.” Janus sighed.

“…Who’s rat bastard?” Roman asked.

“Friend of ours.” Virgil replied, “You’ll meet him in a bit. He’s a rat bastard. Smells vaguely of cheese.”

“…Attractive.”

“You get used to it.” Janus shrugged. He then smirked at Roman like he got an idea. “Would you like to see my snake?”

Roman’s eyes lit up. “Yes!”

Janus led them all upstairs to his bedroom, Roman following last in the line so he could keep Janus’ door cracked open. As he stepped inside, he noticed a very large cage on the wall to his right. It was very long with lots of wood decorations spread across the container, with a fluorescent lightbulb above it. Roman looked around in the enclosure to try and spot the snake.

Before he could find it, Janus opened the top and stuck his hand in the cage. The snake climbed up his hand onto his arm, and as Janus stuck him out for Roman to see, Roman jumped back.

Janus rolled his eyes. “He’s a corn snake, he’s not known for hurting people.”

Roman still looked at it from a distance. The snake was large enough that Janus had to hold him with both hands, as well as being a mesmerizing yellow color. Roman never had a friend with a pet snake before. “…What’s his name?”

“Lawrence.”

“Nerd.” Virgil called out.

Logan smiled. “I think it is a wonderful name. Lawrence Kohlberg developed the theory on moral development, the very basis for ethical behavior.”

“Nerds.”

“You’re very mature, Virgil.”

Roman ignored them. “I think he’s cool. How old is he?”

“About five. I’ve had him for a while now.”

A buzz came from Virgil’s phone, making him check it and read the message. “Rat bastard says he’s outside your door.” He announced.

Janus didn’t seem rushed. “He can get in on his own.”

Roman laughed, and Janus set Lawrence back in his enclosure so he could bask underneath the heat lamp. Roman still watched his movements from inside the cage. “I wish I had a pet.”

“Patton would get you a dog in seconds if you asked.” Logan suggested.

Roman shook his head. “It’s fine, I won’t ask.” He didn’t really know what kind of pet he even wanted, and besides, it’s not like he’d be able to keep it once he leaves Patton’s house. There was no point.

Suddenly, a loud stomping came from the stairs outside Janus’ bedroom. Roman yelped and ran to hide behind Janus in the corner of the room, but the others didn’t react.

Roman sputtered. “What the-”

Before Roman could finish, a large bang came as someone kicked open the door and let it smack into the wall.

“I’m back by unpopular demand!”

“Hello, Remus.”

Roman completely froze up at the sound of that name. He turned around to look at the person that just busted down Janus’ bedroom door, a kid with messy hair and peach fuzz for a mustache, ripped jeans in the summer with a cast boot on his right foot.

Roman felt himself choke on air as he processed what was in front of him.

“Slugs are goopy like jello! So jello is made of slugs, duh!”

“Remus, that’s gross! No one would make food out of slugs!”

“What’s up, fuckers!” Remus announced. “I’m back from the pits of hell! Also known as the emergency room.”

Roman didn’t say anything, only stared at him in disbelief. Remus’ voice was a lot different now. He’d hit puberty, so the pitch had dropped a lot from what Roman was used to. A tuft of his hair was white, also. Roman couldn’t tell if it was dye or a condition.

That piece of hair and Remus’ mustache were the only things that made them both look apart now.

“What actually happened?” Logan asked. “You never told us specifics.”

“I broke my foot sucking too much-”

“Remus.” Janus warned.

“Fine, fine. I tripped trying to run up some steps and my fall didn’t look badass at all. Don’t tell people that though. If anyone asks, I broke it running from the cops.”

Janus nodded and smirked. “Noted.”

“We brought a third foster brother, also.” Virgil noted. Roman stopped breathing.

“Oh, really? Shit, I fuckin missed everything!” Roman looked in the corner trying to avoid Remus noticing him, but it was never that easy. “Why hello, welcome to our humble- …Oh, fuck.”

Remus tilted his head to make eye contact with Roman, and the surprise on Remus’ face was something Roman would never forget. He seemed genuinely baffled, like nothing in the world would have prepared him for what he saw. Roman wanted to cry.

I wanted to leave behind these people.

“…Roman?” Remus finally said, “Dude, holy fuck, I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Wait,” Virgil staggered, “You know each other already?”

“He’s my fucking cousin!” Remus exclaimed. “Come on, look at us, we’re only a little related but we look like twins!”

Logan turned to Roman. “Is this true?”

Roman could feel the tears ready to burst. His throat was scratchy, but he tried to talk anyway. “…I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Come on, Princey, don’t be shy!” Remus teased. “We used to be best friends, let everyone believe we were twins until our moms called our shit out. Absolute bastard children- …wait. Wait a fucking second.”

“What is it?” Janus asked.

Remus turned to Virgil and Logan with a shocked and confused face. “…You said he’s your foster brother?”

Logan nodded. “That is correct.”

Remus turned to Roman, seemingly at a loss for words. “…Dude, the fuck? What happened?”

Roman looked at the floor, gripping onto his arm so hard it’d be a miracle if there weren’t marks later. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I mean, I know I haven’t seen you since your mom fucked off to Neverland, but what happened to your dad? He’s still alive and shit isn’t he? The hell happened?”

“I said I don’t want to fucking talk about it!” Roman seethed, grinding his teeth together as he practically growled out that sentence.

Virgil flinched violently. “Roman-”

“Whatever!” Roman pushed Remus off to the side and kicked the door fully open, storming his way down the stairs despite the sounds of people yelling for him to come back. Roman stomped out the front door and took a sprint for it down the block, not caring if he had to be alone with Patton, so long as he wasn’t here.

“I bet you would eat a slug!”

“No I wouldn’t! Liar!”

“Boys, boys!” Roman’s mother laughed, crouching down to meet their eye level from their place sitting in the grass. “No eating slugs. Be nice to the bugs or we’ll go back inside.”

“Yeah, Remus!”

Remus huffed. “I’m not doing anything!”

“Not yet!”

Roman’s mother laughed again. “I’m going to help Uncle André with dinner. But I better not hear a fight, okay?”

“Okay!” Roman promised, watching as his mom went back inside his uncle’s house into the kitchen. Roman and Remus continued to play in the grass by looking at bugs and telling stories to each other, making Roman smile more than he has in a long time. He always loved going to Remus’ house. His dad never came with them, so he and his mom were always happier.

“How come we never go to your house?” Remus eventually asked after a few minutes of playing. Roman stuck his tongue out.

“‘Cause our house is tiny and the backyard isn’t as cool.”

“Still! When you come over, you never bring Uncle Theo!”

“Good!” Roman defended, “Dad’s boring so he doesn't getta come!”

“I like him! He’s fun and nice and always brings chocolate!”

“He’s awful!” Roman covered his mouth after he blurted that out. Remus gave him a look.

“He’s not awful!”

Roman looked over to the glass sliding door. His mom was in there, he could see her, but she couldn’t hear him. Maybe he could get away with it. He could tell Remus a secret and his mom would never find out.

Roman hesitantly took his hands away from his mouth. His tone grew to be a lot softer. “…He is, though.”

Remus tilted his head to the side like a dog. “What makes him awful?”

“…Promise not to tell anyone?”

Remus leaned in closer. “Uh huh!”

“No one at all, ever?”

“Triple quadruple promise!”

Roman looked back at his mom. She wasn’t paying attention to him, seemingly talking to his uncle and pouring juice into cups. Roman hesitated for a moment. “…My dad-”

“Boys! Dinner’s ready!” Roman’s mom called out, making Roman jump almost a foot in the air. Both of them got off of the grass to walk inside, but before they did, Remus turned to Roman again.

“Your dad what?”

“…Nevermind.” He missed his chance. Remus would never find out, and Roman never told anyone for another five years.

Roman ran faster down the street at the memory, fighting back the tears in his eyes. It was fine. Roman was fine.

He never wanted to talk to Remus again.

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