#||Their Girlfriend helped them with the pinata

[darthvashtique93]

Love

Tim leaned against a pillar as he stared out at his jovial teammates. They had just successfully eradicated the entire HIVE and put The General (aka Ulysses Hadrian Armstrong) behind bars at Blackgate Penitentiary. Because this was a huge win for the Titans and Red Robin, Tim gave Garfield and Bart the 'okay' to throw a party at the tower. He now regretted that decision. The place looked like a frat house on crack. Titans and ex-Titans from around the globe came to celebrate. The place was packed with at least 200 superheroes aged 15-25. As the underaged heroes entering the party were discouraged from drinking via telepaths, sorcerers, etc., underage drinking would not be a problem. Victor hooking himself up to the Tower's sound system, on the other hand, was a major problem Tim had not foreseen. Music now blasted from every single wall, room, and corner of the tower. There were no places for Tim to hide. "Tim!" Tim looked up to see Cassie running to him. She had a drink in one hand, and Connor in the other. "Tim, what's wrong?" Cassie asked with a pout. "You promised Connor and me that you would relax and have fun. You said you would take a break from thinking," she said as Connor nodded in agreement. "Go dance with someone!" she shouted over the music.

"Who?" Tim questioned.

"Anyone!" Cassie shouted. "There's a plethora of females here wishing you would dance with them."

"And some males," Connor added. Tim just smiled at his two close friends. "There's Stephanie," Connor pointed out. "You could dance with her."

"I'm not going to dance with my ex," Tim stated, giving his friend a look that screamed 'You are an imbecile.'

"Why would you even suggest that?" Cassie asked her fiancée.

Connor shrugged. "I was trying to be helpful."

Tim looked around the packed common room. Everyone was accounted for. Well, almost everyone. "Have you seen Raven?" Tim asked the two.

"Oooh, Raven," Cassie teased. Tim rolled his eyes. "I have no clue where your favorite heroine is. Probably far away from this noise. Oh look, a pinata!" Cassie shouted, her attention elsewhere. She dashed back into the crowd, heading straight towards the pinata. "I'm gonna go make sure she doesn't hurt anyone," Connor said. Tim nodded as Connor followed his girlfriend into the crowd. Tim began to think. Hmm, if I were Raven, where would I be? She wouldn't stay in the tower with all the noise, but she wouldn't leave the island just in case someone needed her. Tim smiled. He knew where she was. Tim turned and walked out of the room, trying to avoid even more dancing along with amorous couples in the hall. This party had been a really bad idea.

Tim finally found her at the beach on the other side of the island. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, so close to the ocean. Every time a wave broke on the sand, the water come up to her toes. Tim looked her over. She glowed in the moonlight and looked absolutely lovely. Her hair, once violet, was now a midnight blue color. It fell straight and silky past her shoulder blades, almost reaching her waist. She wore a simple outfit. Short shorts and purple, sheer, short-sleeved shirt with a black strapped bandeau. Tim released a breath he had been holding. She is so beautiful. "Hey," he greeted upon approaching her.

Raven blinked up at him. If Tim didn't know any better, he would have thought her startled. "Hey," she replied before quickly looking around, "you found my hiding place."

"I did," Tim sat next to her. "Leaving the tower was not an easy task," Tim told her. "Whose idea was it to throw this massive party?"

"Um…I believe it was yours."

"No, I wanted a party with just us. San Fran Titans only."

"You put Garfield and Bart in charge," Raven deadpanned. "I warned you."

"You did," Tim said with a chuckle. "A part of me knew it was going to get crazy. I just didn't expect…that," he pointed to the glowing tower.

"Surely, you've been to some crazy parties of your own, Mr. I-graduated-college-at-18," Raven said playfully.

"I will have you know that I never attended a single college party."

"Didn't you show up at one of Jason's – "

"We will not speak of that night."

"I never ever thought I'd see the day when Tim Drake-Wayne was high."

Tim's head fell in his hands in embarrassment. "I wish I could forget."

"It was entertaining. Garfield took videos." Tim let out a woeful moan. "He said he will release them at just the right moment," Raven laughed. Tim groaned. "I'm thinking…wedding," she added, "at least he didn't send them to the entire superhero community."

"Yes. It could have been worse."

"How did Bruce react?"

"He didn't know what to think. He wasn't even disappointed. He was downright shocked."

"What's it like being high?" Raven asked. "I never had the chance to ask you."

"I think it's different for everyone because it felt like I was floating on a cloud that was about to burst, plunging me to my death."

"Oh."

"I never want experience that feeling again. I like feeling all of my extremities and having some semblance of control over what comes out of my mouth."

"We should hope Jason doesn't show up here. There are at least 25 underaged heroes in there."

"I asked Bruce to keep him busy. He has Jason attending a benefit with him. I believe Rose is there, too."

"I have heard from Dick, Kori, and Barbara that those things are extremely dry and boring," Raven said. "I have never been to one, but it does not seem exciting."

"I'm gonna have to take you to one."

"Pass," Raven immediately said.

The two friends sat in a comfortable silence before Tim said, "You've been really distant lately." Raven turned her head to Tim. "Ever since the Oz incident," Raven shifted uncomfortable at the mention of Oz. "But it's only with me. No one else."

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you were presumably 'dead' for two years," Raven bit out sharply. She immediately flinched afterward. "Sorry," she said.

"It's okay," Tim answered, "I asked. I am really sorry you guys had to go through that."

"It wasn't your choice or your fault. I know that. I just…I had just made peace with the fact that you were dead. And then you weren't." Tim studied her. He didn't understand at all. "I don't mean to be distant," Raven said. "I just…" her voice trailed off as she drew in the sand with her finger. "I guess I'm afraid."

"Of what?" Tim asked.

Raven didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "How long do you think this party will last?"

"Well, the party started at 9. It is now," Tim pulled his phone out of his shorts' pocket. "It is now 1 in the morning. I'd say we have about 4 hours left."

Raven threw herself back onto the sand. "Great," she huffed. Her head rested on her hands as her eyes closed.

Tim's eyes traced her body and immediately fell to the belly button ring. That's… new. Tim gulped before laying beside her. He really needed to get his hormones under control. He was just happy Raven had learned how to completely block out other's emotions. "So," Tim cleared his throat. He really wanted to get back to the question Raven had so artfully avoided, but he didn't know how. He decided on a tactic. "Did you have stars like this on Azarath?" he asked. Really? He mentally rolled his eyes. That wasn't the question he wanted to ask, but…

"We had stars," Raven answered, "but not like this. The night wasn't nearly as dark as it is here. We didn't have streetlights because there was no need. Azarath had two moons. The moons were always full. We would watch the moons rise the way you watch a sunrise. Once a month, when the moons reached their peak, different colors would flash through the sky. We were able to see the different galaxies. Ooh, and every other month, there was a meteor shower."

Tim could sense her excitement as she talked about her life on Azarath. Have I never asked her about Azarath? Sometimes Tim forgot Raven wasn't from Earth. "That seems awesome," Tim said when he realized she had stopped talking.

Raven turned to him. The joy in her eyes accentuated her beauty even more. "It was amazing," she breathed. "I wish I could show you," she said sadly.

"I would have loved to have seen it," Tim told her softly. He slowly reached his hand up and removed an errant strand of inky black hair.

"You would have tried to map out the galaxies. Then you would have named them," Raven smiled breathlessly.

"Probably," Tim laughed. They both stared into each other's eyes. Tim moved closer to her; his thumb gently stroked her lower lip.

Raven abruptly lifted herself up on her elbows, surprising Tim. "I can show you," she said, sitting all the way up.

Tim followed her. "How?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Raven crossed her legs and motioned for Tim to do the same. They sat across from each other. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"You have to ask?" Tim said with a smile.

"Tim," Raven said seriously. "I'm about to enter your mind."

Tim looked deep into Raven's eyes, all playfulness leaving his face. "I trust you more than anyone I know," and he was shocked at how true that was.

Raven nodded. "Close your eyes and relax," she said as her eyes glowed white, and she placed a hand on each side of Tim's face. She began chanting. "Open your eyes," Tim heard a soft voice breathe in his mind. He obeyed. A jolt of fear shot through him. "Stay calm," Raven's voice echoed softly. Tim turned to see an older version of Raven dressed in white robes, with glowing white eyes, looking down at him with a smile. "You're in one my memories," her voice echoed. Tim immediately slowed his breathing, taking a moment to look at his surroundings. Judging from the way they were dressed, this was Azarath. "Raven, look," the older woman beside him said, "it's starting." Tim looked up at the dark sky to see two moons and the most beautiful colors sparkling in the night sky. Galaxies. The sky then lit up with flying objects. Tim easily recognized the meteor shower. He felt a swell of happiness and peace rush through him.

A minute later, Tim and Raven were back in their respective bodies on a beach in San Francisco. "Raven," he breathed.

She immediately knelt next to him and placed a hand on his chest. His heart was racing. "Calm down, Tim," she breathed softly as her healing powers slowly seeped into him, slowing his heart back to its regular pace.

"It was so beautiful," Tim said, covering the hand on his chest with his own. "But I didn't feel like me. I felt…different." He turned to look at the empath.

Raven's eyes lowered to the ground. "You were seeing through my eyes," Raven said.

"It was a memory," Tim breathed. "I was happy. You were happy and at peace."

"That is the last memory I have of my mother," Raven said, subtly trying to dislodge the hand trapped against Tim's chest. "Eight hours later, Trigon attacked." A solo tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away.

"Thank you for sharing it with me," Tim said in awe of what she had just done. It was no little thing, Raven showing a part of herself to him. She didn't let anyone, anyone into her head. Ever. In that moment, it hit him. I hope I'm right, he thought. "Raven," he scooted closer to her. She shifted onto her knees, staring intently at him. "I'd like to ask you a question." Raven nodded. "Earlier you said you were afraid. Why?" Tim could see her begin to disappear behind her wall. "No, don't," he sat up. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Disappear."

"I don't know – "

"You're afraid of me…or for me?" Raven looked away. "Why?" Tim asked, searching her face. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But you did," Raven replied. "You died. Tim, you were dead for two years."

"Raven," he reached for her hands.

"What happens next time you die, for real?"

"Raven…"

"I…" Raven opened her mouth to respond; her lower lip trembled. Tim reached a hand up and caressed her cheek. Raven leaned into his hand. "Tim," Raven's voice trembled as she tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let her.

Tim placed his hand behind her head and gently pulled her forward. Kissing her lower lip first, he connected their mouths, fused their lips together. He swallowed her gasp of surprise as he placed an arm around her waist and pulled her close, chest-to-chest. He massaged her lips with his own, drinking in her soft sounds and moans. He felt Raven slowly, tentatively placing her fingers in his hair. Tim gently pushed her, coaxing her onto her back. He broke the kiss to breathe her name. "I don't know how long I've been wanting to do that," he said, rubbing their noses together.

Raven was breathless. She stared up at Tim with her large eyes. "I've wanted to do that for four years," Raven breathed out, her fingers tangled in Tim's hair.

"Really?" Tim asked as he softly drew designs on her stomach with his finger.

Raven bit one side of her lower lip, drawing his eye. "Tim," she whispered, "I um…" she paused, nervously. The feeling of his fingers on her stomach; the one stroking her hair – she couldn't concentrate. "I think…no," she paused, "I know that I- "

Tim placed his mouth over Raven's again, pressing his lips hard against hers. He lifted his head and breathed out, "I know. And I'm so sorry it took me so long to see how much you do. I love you, too." The amount of happiness and joy flooding her eyes nearly brought tears to Tim's eyes. He slowly brushed his lips against hers before slowly molding his lips to her, pressing his body against hers, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth, sucking on her lower lip, basking in her breathless, soft moans. He needed to slow down. He didn't want to get so carried away he scared her away for good, but damn! He could kiss her forever. Just as he started kissing down her neck, drunken laughs interrupted him. He stopped and took in Raven's appearance. Her lips were swollen; she was blushing and breathless. They turned to see who had interrupted them. Two members of Titans international were about to have sex on the beach…and not the beverage. Raven and Tim started laughing quietly. "I think your secret hideout has been compromised," Tim laughed. "They stole my idea though."

"Tim," Raven gasped, blushing as she gently slapped Tim's arm.

"What?" he asked, gazing at her mischievously. "I'm just being honest."

"Well, can we go?" Raven asked as the passionate couple's moans and groans grew louder. "I don't want to hear all that."

"Sure," Tim said, rolling off her. He quickly jumped to his feet before helping Raven stand up. He then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up against his body until not a single millimeter of space was left between them. He kissed her once again so passionately; if he hadn't been holding her, Raven would have swooned. By the time he pulled away, Raven had her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was out of breath. Raven had the feeling that as long as she was with Tim, she would probably always be out of breath.

The world stopped as Tim gazed into Raven's eyes. "Thank you for trusting me," he kissed her forehead. "Thank you for befriending me," he kissed her nose. "And thank you for loving me," he gently kissed her mouth. Raven nodded before snuggling closer to Tim as they began to walk back to the loud, Titan Tower turned frat house.

"I don't want to go back there," Raven whispered.

"I have a place," Tim blushed. He placed his forehead against Raven's, mentally sending him an image. Raven's eyes glowed black. The next instant, they were landing on a bed. "Perfect," Tim said before kissing her again. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," Raven whispered back. Tim smiled beautiful before he eagerly began kissing her again, much to Raven's amusement. But Tim couldn't help himself. He felt so free. The future he once worried about, didn't seem so bleak anymore now that he knew Raven would be right there by his side.

#robrae #timrae #timrae fanfiction #tim drake x rachel roth #tim drake x raven #redrobin x raven #redrobinxraven #red robin x raven

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20 Incorrect Pokemon Quotes

Info: These are not mine, I just altered the characters in them, I got them from tumgir.com. Still, was a lot of fun making these, and especially because I could put a lot of Paul into it, am so hyped right now for 10th of June. Maybe I’ll even push myself to get the next chapter for the Lambda Core ready a little bit earlier.

Ash: I lost my girlfriend, Misty. Can you help me find them?

Random stranger: What do they look like?

Ash: bEAUTIFUL!?

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Ash, Banging on the door: Paul, open up!

Paul: It all started when I was a little boy...

Ash: No, I meant-

Dawn: Let him finish.

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Paul: I've never been in a snowball fight before.

Dawn: Really?

Paul: So is there a point system or is it to the death?

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*Paul walks into the house, covered in mud and probably blood, has some small cuts and bruises on his body and face*

Maylene: *Stops talking with Reggie and looks at Paul* What did you do?

Paul: Ok you have to promise me you won't get mad.

Reggie: Paul, what. Did. You. Do.

Paul: So I was minding my own business-

Reggie, Slams hands down onto the table: BULLSHIT!

Paul: I WAS!?

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Barry: Hey did it hurt?

Dawn: ...? When I fell from heaven?

Barry: No, when you fell from the vending machine.

Dawn, Confused: ...

Barry: Cause you're a snacc~

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Reggie: You're awfully quiet today.

Paul: No one plans a murder out loud.

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Dawn, Eating a cinnamon roll: *Munch*

Conway: Cannibalism.

Dawn: *Confused chewing noises*

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Paul: wHO AtE mY gODDaMN FrIeS?! You wanna go-

Dawn: I did.

Paul: -On a date with me? We can get more fries if you want?

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Paul: Do you have the time?

Reggie: For you, Paul? Are you joking? Paul, I would always make time for you. My time is precious but you are more so. Paul, you... are a shining pearl in a sea of mediocrity. I would do anything for you. *Wipes tear*

Paul: Thanks, but like what time is it?

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Paul: I'm really into dark humour.

Ash, Turning off the light: Hey, do you wanna hear a joke?

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Ash: *SLAPS the whiteboard*

Whiteboard: Cockle.

Ash: Cockle.

Paul: Mhm.

Paul: Gee, Ash, I wonder why that could possibly be your favourite word?

Gary: IT'S GOT 'COCK' RIGHT IN THE FRONT. RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING!

Ash: It means-

Barry: IT'S GOT COCK!

Barry: U do NOT care about the meaning. It's got cock in it.

Ash: IT MEANS!

Ash: ...

Ash: ...

Ash:'To bugle out in certain places'.

Paul: *Puts his head in his hands*

Barry: ...

Gary: ...

Gary: Like a COCK-

Ash: Like a COCK-

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Ash: You think just because you ask for my attention that I'm going to give it to you?

Misty: Damn straight!

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Ash: 'Sleepy' is so much better & cuter than 'Tired' everyone needs to stop using 'Tired' and start saying 'Sleepy' instead.

Paul: I'm sleepy of your shit.

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Reggie: *Knock knock*

Maylene, sniffing: Who is it?

Reggie: Uh *Looks back at Paul* Who is it?

Paul: Say it's the tax people.

Reggie: The taxes.

Maylene: You can't come in.

Paul: Tell them we gonna fucking kill their entire family if they don't let us in!

Reggie: We have cookies~

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Conway: What's the time?

Ash: Lemme check.

Ash: *Pulls out saxophone*

Ash: *REALLY LOUD SAXOPHONE NOISE*

Paul: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING A SAXOPHONE AT 2 IN THE MORNING!!??

Ash: It's 2!

Conway: Uhh... Thanks Ash!

Ash: No problem~

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Reggie: Ask me why I love you.

Maylene: Why do you love me?

Reggie, Opening a 200 slide Powerpoint: I'm glad you asked.

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Dawn: Is there a word that's a mix between sad and mad?

Ash: ...Smad?

Paul: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Brock: No, It's smad!?

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Paul: I invited you back to the living world because I crave the deadliest game.

Ash: Knife monopoly?

Paul: I was actually gonna hunt you down for sport, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife monopoly is.

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Reggie: Paul, I know you think you're helping but stop it.

Paul: I don't think I'm helping.

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Barry: Rules are made to be broken.

Paul: Rules are made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Ash: Uh, pinatas?

Conway: Glow sticks.

Dawn: Karate boards!

Misty: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Barry: Rules!

#pokemon paul #pokemon ash #Ash Ketchum #pokemon conway #Pokemon Dawn #pokemon barry #pokemon brock #pokemon journeys #pokemon anime #incorrect quotes

[mask3dkid]

"Never on life I had to make something so fast.....Hope that the glue dried out already."

#||Their Girlfriend helped them with the pinata #doll #roleplay #icon by me

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𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑥 𝑆/𝑂 (𝑖.𝑒. 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠) ♡

Featuring: Nishinoya, Tanaka, Bokuto A/N: I started these headcanons a few days back when I was in the middle of a rest/writer slump and just finished them today. They’re hella messy but I really enjoyed writing them and I hope that you guys enjoy reading them :))

Nishinoya

Y’all we’ve known that Noya is a Latin King himself like cmon now? Do y’all see his energy??

Anyways he would 1000% have a latina girlfriend like I just KNOW IT IN MY SOUL

You never have to feel embarrassed about your family with him because he’s just as loud as they are!!!

He literally vibes with EVERYONE in your family

The loud ass fuck drunk uncles? He’s vibing

Ladies in the kitchen making the traditional food? Vibing. He even offers to help!!!

Little kids playing the weirdest games with a bunch of chairs at the back of the party? Vibing. 

Noya would just fit so perfectly in those loud as hell hispanic parties like I can just imagine him being a visual learner and seeing everyone dance like bachata, salsa, and all the other dances 

AND THEN he grabs you and just starts pulling you to the dance floor to dance with him

He’s actually so good??? Like he literally watched for a few minutes and just started moving?? This mans hips? Wow they’re out here swaying from side to side be prepared

Wow I went off on the party but like, Noya would just be so happy to be dating you

He really doesn’t care that you’re a foreigner and what not, he just knows your personality, heart, and whole being are beautiful and that he’s so lucky to have you

I think the whole relationship would be filled with so much happiness and excitement because you’re both learning about each other’s cultures and stuff without even trying

Like you invite him over to meet your family one day and it just happens to be the day your mom is making Pan Dulce and like the most traditional plate of food from your country

And when he sits down to eat he just loves it so much!! Literally will not stop eating, your mom’s about to cry because no one’s ever eaten her food with that much gusto before

Idk bout y’all but my parents love to take pictures from ALL our family trips and we have hats and stuff from all that so pops would probably sit down with noya and show them all of that and noya just loves it!! Like so much his eyes are starry eyes (perhaps what inspires him to travel the world hmmm)

If you have siblings he definitely will play with them when he comes over.

Will probably do that plane thing that adults do where they’re just making the kids fly all around (your siblings love him so much it’s crazy)

Never one for giving too many lessons but if you ask him about something in Japanese culture he’ll probably look a place he can take you to show you more

His favorite times are when you ask about anything food related because it means he can take you on dates to restaurants where he gets to see your reactions

He loves taking you to like the Shonen Jump shops or anything similar because just watching you go through all the parts of the store and seeing all these things catch your attention would make him so soft

Probably grabs your hand and gives you a quick cheek kiss when he’s watching you

Would be 1000% down to go back to your home country

Loves you, your culture, and even tries to learn some Spanish for you

(but his accents so thick you laugh every time he tries to speak, it’s okay you give him a kiss and some sweets from your country as a thank you for trying)

Tanaka

*inhale* THIS MAN BELONGS TO THE HISPANICS I DONT MAKE THE RULES *exhale*

Right so

I don’t even know where to begin with Tanaka because I literally have like 75000 thoughts of him at a bull riding event going through my mind

BUT he’s a soft boy I know for a fact, loud on the outside but very soft.

With Tanaka I do see him wilding out at parties

Like imagine him seeing a pinata for the first time? 

Better have a separate pinata for him because he’ll go crazy swinging on that thing

Is even more surprised that there’s candy inside!!!! Like what?? He thought hitting it was super fun but now this?

Loves it, immediately wants to break open another one

But I also see Tanaka being super soft with your family

Like have you seen the manga panel of him floating around in an apron? 

Your grandma would probably give him one of her aprons and she’ll be teaching him how to make tortillas in such a soft spanish

And he looks so panicked?? Just glancing at you every single second, trying to figure out if he’s doing it right or not. 

Constantly asking you “What is she saying? Am I doin it right? Can you please tell her I’m trying my best?” 

God I’m so soft like I just love him so much

Your grandma loves him always rubbing his head and pinching his cheeks

He always blushes super hard when she does that and turns even more red when you tell him that she likes him and calls him “Mijo” now

She actually tells him stories about the olden days back home and Tanaka listens so intently even though he doesn’t understand but then turns to you as you translate the story

Warms up to the affectionate side of hispanic families really quick, like he kisses you on the cheek when he meets your family like second nature. He even did it to you one morning and then got all red when he remembered that they don’t really be doing that shiz in Japan

I feel like Tanaka would really really like the traditions hispanic families do or how much emphasis they put on holidays and family together

Like he’ll probably come over on the 24th for Noche Buena and just loves the atmosphere of the holiday and the connection with family (and of course the food) 

It’s a really big contrast to the quieter Christmas his family will be celebrating the next day

Will definitely bring a Japanese Christmas Cake from the fanciest store he can afford as his own gift to the potluck

I know we see Tanaka as wild as hell sometimes but I feel like in a hispanic setting he’ll just go soft, or maybe I’m just soft for him who knows

Bokuto

So for all my POC do y’all know when you’re at the store with your immigrant parents and they see a cute boy and they’re like “You see him, I want you to find someone as handsome as him.” (my mom says this to me literally all the time god damn bro pls im trynna live)

This is what every hispanic mother says when they see Bokuto

All the ladies in your family will literally get FLUSTERED when you bring him home

“Ay Mija he’s so handsome why didn’t you tell us”

(This happened to me once never brought a boy home ever again smh)

Anyways he gets the approval from your male relatives when he helps them lug all the heavy shit they work with with no problem

Like he just grabs something that’s 50 pounds and he’s like , “Yeah where do you guys need this?”

He’s so versatile, like I feel like he can vibe with any setting your family’s at

Loud party type? Vibing. Gossiping in the kitchen with your aunts and cousins? Man’s is INVESTED in the chisme! The guys in your family working on home renovations or on any other project? He’s helping them hands down.

Is the type to eat ALL the food that your family offers him. He will literally have a bite of everything even before you tell him what it is. Your mom is beaming when he eats her Arroz Con Leche

Cannot bake for ANYTHING!!! But he somehow cooks meat perfectly?? I’m so?? He literally cannot make any sweets but if you gave him some slabs of meat or a pork shoulder to roast he has that down perfectly.

Your mom actually asks him to come over and help her make the Pernil for special occasions because he’s the only one who can manage to make the skin as crisp as he does. The only one who knows how to do it better is your grandma

Will beg for you to bring him stuff back to your home country. He wants it all: souvenirs, shirts, candy, chips. He even tries to give you money but you brush him off.

Of all three of these boys I feel like he’s the most likely to actually go visit your home country with you!! Like he’s so excited to go out there and see the place where your family comes from

When he gets there EVERYONE will love him.

Somehow makes friends with strangers on the street (something that I’ve done irl when I go back home lmaooo)

He wants to try every single food cart around the area.

Falls in love with the people and food of your country. You’ll probably be on your first trip and he’s already asking you when you can go back. 

If you ever take him to all the nature filled areas or just like a random river that runs through a certain area he’ll be enamored!

Loves the country, loves the culture, loves you :)

#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto imagine #bokuto imagines #bokuto headcanons #bokuto kotaro imagines #bokuto kotaro headcanons #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya imagines #nishinoya scenarios #nishinoya yuu imagine #nishinoya yuu imagines #bokuto scenario #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! scenarios #tanaka imagine #tanaka imagines #tanaka headcanons #tanaka ryuunosuke headcanons #tanaka ryuunosuke imagines #tanaka ryuunosuke scenarios #this was a lot of tags #anyways i had fun with this

[tacojisung]

Being His Latina Girlfriend | G Dragon

Masterlist

 At first when he met you he would be hounding you whenever you entered the room

 And I mean hounding you as in; stares at you with no shame, winks at you even if people are looking, lip biting, etc.

You only knew him because Taeyang had introduced you both and regretted it after

“G, can you stop drooling over her for just one minute and pay attention to the keys you’re pushing on the control panel!”

“What?”

You would just be visiting them one day, while bringing them some food to eat since Taeyang had texted you saying he missed your delicious -tortas- food.

So you being the kind ass would bring the most you could carry with you.

Once Jiyong saw you walk through their studio doors with bags full of food and drinks, uff, heart eyes and thirst yo

“(y/n)! Here let me help you!” 

Would push Daesung out of the way to help you

Taeyang and Seunghyun would only shake their heads and laugh 

Once he had taken all the bags from your hands he would just smile at you, eyes sparkling

“Gracias Jiyong!”

His heart would just kick his chest at you thanking him in your native tongue

“Anything for you baby”

“Yah, who let their dog off their leash?” 

Meanwhile Seunghyun would high five Taeyang as Daesung would laugh with them making Jiyong scowl at them

BUT ANYWAYS

Once he had asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes, oh boy

Little kisses here, little hugs there

He would not let you out of his sight

Would cherish you to the bone

Calling you jagi, mamacita, baby, princesa

And IF you are younger than him -96 liner or something- uff, would make you call him “oppa”

“Hey Ji, can you-”

“Nu uh, princesa.”

“...Oppa…”

“Yes, baby?”

Would ask you to cook together your traditional dishes of your culture

Probably would let something burn because he becomes all touchy with you

“Can you stop kissing me? The food’s going to burn.”

“Let it burn. Right now I just want your ass in that bedroom in five seconds.”

“I’m not letting my house burn because of your horny ass!”

A lot of spanish arguing from your part about something stupid that you both are fighting about

Would highkey find it hot af

Wouldn’t know what you are saying but would argue back with you just for fun

“You sound so fucking hot when you talk Spanish to me”

Would ask you after to teach him some curse words to use them against the guys

Then the following day he would walk into the studio with a grin on his face while the others are just thinking he got laid like usual

“Hey putos!”

Daesung, Seunghyun and Taeyang would just turn to look at him like “wtf did you just say to us”

But Taeyang would probably already know what he meant since he is your best friend and you had taught him some spanish by now

“Tú puto, pendejo.”

Jiyong would just stand and try to remember something else you had taught him as Taeyang would just be smug

“Eres…” would start to panic lowkey

“Ya cállate la boca, and help us you idiot”

Pouty boy all day 

Honestly I just think he would be so into you and would want to meet your family even if they might not be able to talk to one another comfortably, he would try his hardest to get along with them for you

“I think your dad likes me” he would say with a smug smile

“Oh really? What makes you say that?”

Would point to his tattoo on the back of his neck, “He said he liked my tattoo and asked for info on who did it”

Your mom would probably love him because he knows how to make ponche just the way she likes it

“Ya casense!”

“Ama!”

“What did your mom say?”

“Nothing…”

Taeyang would just walk into the kitchen and grab some ponche before saying “She said to get married already.”

You death glare at him meanwhile Jiyong would smile so wide my god that gummy smile

Taeyang is basically your mom’s favorite Korean son she wished she had

Basically spends his free time there because of your mom’s amazing food and your dad’s stash of tequila 

Ji loves how you guys have huge parties for anyones birthday

Could be Taeyang’s birthday and they would have a taquero, mariachi, hella candy for the kids, pinatas, lots and lots of food, even the neighbors would be there along with the guys (Daesung, Seunghyun and Seungri)

Loves how everyone is so friendly and how your uncles and aunts are getting down crazy with the banda and alcohol

“And I thought we got crazy with so much alcohol”

He would have a blast seeing kids trying to break open the pinata, that he would help the little ones try to break it

That’s when you realize you want kids with him because he’s so loving with kids and he just looks like a natural dad with them

He would turn to you smiling with one of your nephew’s in his arms with a bag full of candy for him

In the end, just get yourself a Kwon “G Dragon” Jiyong as a boyfriend

#Kwon Jiyong #Jiyong #jiyong scenario #g dragon #g dragon scenarios #big bang #jiyong x reader #g dragon x reader #latina reader

[join-the-joywrite]

Hamish & Vera soulmate au headcannons

Sometimes I'm like a red traffic light and sometimes I'm like the Flash of writing. Would you look at that, another one for the collection! Seriously, please write these and tag/link me I'm begging--

For today's rambling, we have what you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's. I'm aiming for a little happiness, given I'm still upset about the colours one and the first/last words one. Allons-y!

Vera and Hamish were best friends as soon as Hamish finally learned how to write. They shared all their stories with one another and for the most part, told each other everything.

Their parents got them washable markers when they were 10 and 6 respectively because it was getting a little hard to stop children from writing on their arms with pens that were stubborn or toxic markers.

Strange thing was that they never actually introduces themselves and they never really noticed that they didn't know each other's names. It never mattered. This was the one person in the whole world that knew them better than anyone else -- and they had no idea who the other was. It was kind of special.

Hamish wrote about how he got bullied for wearing sweaters. They called him a nerd and teacher's pet in tones that said it was the most hateful thing to be.

Vera wrote back the most cunning ways to get back at the bullies until Hamish ended up being almost a poster boy for his school while still maintaining some kind of commanding aura. At age 8.

Hamish was the first person to learn that Vera was pregnant.

"WHAT? But -- but you are a child!!" "We are leading very different lives."

"I asked my mom and she said children shouldn't be having kids but I think you'll be okay. You're stronger than anyone I know and I think your kid's gonna love you lots." Vera never tells anyone that she finds the most support in a little twelve year old kid whose name she isn't really inclined to learn.

When Vera's baby dies, Hamish is the only person she speaks -- or writes -- to. He's the only person she's never afraid to spill all her secrets to.

"If you got invited to join a secret society that could possibly be a cult of murderers, would you do it?" "What do they offer, though?" "Free drinks and magic." "I'd say go for it."

Hamish thinks it's a joke and Vera knows a 14 year old kid isn't gonna know any better but she listens to him anyway and powers through initiation, catching the eyes of her Temple Magus and the then Grand Magus.

"Hey, remember that cult I was telling you about? I accidentally got the leader killed but I got a promotion." "I'm so proud of you! Hey, what do you think about law school?" "Absolutely not." "For me?" "Oh. Go for it. I believe in you."

And it's that message from Vera that makes Hamish push through his first year at Belgrave, despite being turned into a werewolf somewhere in the third month.

Vera is the most respected Adeptii in the entire Order. She has her eyes set on Temple Magus. Most would think she was after power, but Vera just wants to set things straight. She just wants to make the Order everything it promises to be.

She's staying late at the temple one night. She feels a light tapping on her arm and rolls up her sleeves. Had she imagined it or was she starting to feel her soulmate's thinking stage?

"Remember that girl I told you about from that club I joined?" "Yeah. Did you finally ask her to be your girlfriend?"

Vera's teasing smile vanishes when she sees "she's dead" printed on her arm. The ink starts to run. She knows he's crying. She waves her hand over her arm and the ink vanishes. If he notices and asks her about the sudden disappearance, she'll say it was just a wet cloth.

"Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to distract you?" There is a long pause and Vera feels her heart beat faster. He wouldn't do anything irrational, right? "Distract me, please."

Vera tells him all about her day. She tells him how she's mastering all the skills the cult (she only ever calls it a cult on her arm) requires and she's almost at the top of the food chain. She tells him she wants to get a job at the university and she tells him she's afraid she won't be able to make a change in the world.

Despite his grief, Hamish manages to slowly write to Vera how he truly believes in her and that he knows she can do anything she puts her mind to.

Years pass. Hamish tells Vera about two new family members he's found. Vera tells Hamish about how she's got the job of her dreams. Hamish tells Vera that if they met by chance one day, he'd ring her into the family. Vera tells Hamish that she would induct him into her cult. They laugh but still, they don't reveal themselves. The anonymity of it gives them a sense of security and strangely enough, safety.

With the entrance of Jack Morton comes a whirlwind of drama and action to both of them. Their stories are filled with tales of this new member and all the strange things he does.

"I'm his boss! I'm his boss and he just does not listen to a word I say! Today, I found out he's been practicing skills only for professionals. It's like giving a kid a gun for a pinata. He is driving me insane."

"You're telling me. Our 'gender-neutral collective's new member is having a severe mental breakdown and I'm pretty sure I saw him talking to a coat rack earlier. I gave him a drink and he took it like a shot so I gave him a shot to see what he'd do and. He. Sipped. At. It."

Neither of them are aware that they're talking about the same person.

"I think I have a soft spot for the screw-up."

"I know the feeling, we call ours the family screw-up. Affectionately, of course."

"Of course."

After the burning of the Vade Maecum, Vera lies awake in bed, unable to find rest. So she grabs her marker, only to find a message waiting for her.

"Dear Diary, today I met a girl unlike any other. She's sharp, strong, brave and powerful. She reminds me of you. She helped me defend my dumbass family from some pretentious assholes. Honestly, she's a force of nature on her own. I wouldn't want her to hate me because I'm pretty sure she'd kill me if she did."

Vera smiles. "Sounds like someone has a crush."

"Gross, don't be so middle school."

Vera manages to find peaceful rest after a few more minutes of talking.

A few days later, Vera asks about the girl. "What girl?" "Nothing. How was your day?"

Vera doesn't understand why she no longer hears stories about the family of oddballs.

Vera doesn't make the connection.

She tells him she's head of the cult. Hamish draws party streamers and balloons. They're absolutely terrible but they make Vera laugh. "I'm proud of you." "Thank you."

"Dear diary, today I joined a secret club." "What, like a book club?" "Well . . . there are a lot of books here."

Vera finds a welcome sense of familairty and faintly, home, when the stories start pouring in about the family again.

"So today I had to pull a thorn out of a baby's foot. Said baby is turning 19 this year."

"Oh, you poor soul. A couple of new members drank the entire cult's worth of booze last night. Who even drinks that much and can still walk well enough to leave?" Hamish thinks about the welcome party at the temple. "You'd be surprised."

"I almost died today." For a second, neither of them realise they've written the same sentence. They make the connection to Belgrave and Rogwan. Neither are sure that other is saying that because they met the demon and did stupidly dangerous things or because they knew about the Excidium. Neither asks that question. "I almost died today and one of the biggest regrets I would've had was that I never got to see the face behind all the stories I've come to adore." "I know." "We should try to find each other." "We should."

But they don't. Anonymity protects them, it keeps them safe and it keeps their soulmates away from the dangers of the Order and the Knights -- so they think.

Instead, Hamish talks about losing Lilith. He calls her his feisty, brash, smart and loving little sister. He cries. Vera watches the ink run. Vera thinks about Lilith, about the sacrifice she made so that the Vera wouldn't perform the Excidium. Vera's sure that Lilith didn't do it for her or for Belgrave, but for the Knight down in the corridor with her and the knights running around Belgrave with no fear. Regardless, Lilith is what stopped the Excidium and a great deal of people owe her their lives -- Vera included. Vera thinks about Jack watching the portal swallow Lilith up whole. Vera thinks about Hamish having to carry her loss. Vera thinks about Randall having to soldier on without one of the few people who have never judged him about anything. The ink runs on their arms, but not just from Hamish's tears.

Late one night, Hamish can't sleep and watches the words write themselves om his arm. "I thought about her today. But it was so so powerful. Like being physically hit with those memories. You'd think by now I'd have come to terms with it--" "You can't keep blaming yourself." "Knowing that doesn't change the fact that I do and I will." "I know. Do you want to talk about her?" And Vera talks about her daughter until she falls asleep. Hamish reads the words filled with love and loss and adoration and joy until he falls asleep too.

When Foley and Salvador attack, behind thinking about what the hell will happen to the Knights and the Order without them, Vera and Hamish keep hoping that their soulmate doesn't start panicking. Vera recovers from Foley first and leaves a message. She needs someone to talk to, someone who won't feel the consequences of knowing and someone she knows will never turn her weaknesses against her. Hours later, she tries again when there's no response. As time ticks by, she starts getting restless. Not only is Hamish missing, but now so is her soulmate.

Once Jack and Randall break Hamish out, to keep himself from storming up and tearing Foley apart, he lifts his sleeve. Shit. "Randall do you have a pen?"

"Why would I have a -- yeah, okay, I do. Here."

"Sorry," he writes, "got a little held up and I lost my marker. Are you okay?"

Vera is slightly relieved. One of them is okay. But Hamish is still missing. "Waiting on someone. He's not supposed to be gone this long."

In her worrisome state, Vera doesn't notice that the pen ink is vanishing just as fast as thr washable marker. If she had been paying it any attention, she would have come to the conclusion that Order member or not, her soulmate was a practitioner.

"Is everyone okay?" She stares at Hamish, relief flooding her body. Damnit, she wasn't supposed to get attached to someone. She didn't think she could do that. But what was there to do now?

"Hey, I've got something to tell you." "Go on." "Remember that girl I told you about last year?" "Yes." "I think" Vera waits for the rest of the sentence. "You think?" "I really like her."

Vers suddenly doesn't feel guilty about Hamish anymore. She sits up in her bed. "Tell me all about her." "You sure you won't get jealous?" Vera laughs to herself. "I won't if you don't." "Oh! Someone has a new boyfriend!" "Maybe. Now tell me about this girl."

And Hamish starts. And Hamish cannot stop. Vera's watched his wipe his arm already three times and he still hasn't stopped. When he pauses, Vera takes the chance to write "You don't like her." "I do, though." "No, you don't. You LOOOVE her!" Vera can't shake the image that if they were sitting together and speaking, she would have sprinted away by now to avoid the attacks her teasing would bring. It makes her smile.

"Shut up! Tell me about your new boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend." "Yet." Vera pauses. "We'll see." "Tell me about him."

Vera starts. And Vera cannot stop. Hamish watches the words appear and can't help falling in love with the way she loves this man. "Someone's in luuurve!" "Am not." "Are too." "Whatever."

He thinks about Vera. You don't like her, you love her. Maybe. Yeah, maybe he does.

"I lost her. I could've helped her and I didn't." "I don't think there was anything you could've done more. You said she was attacked." "I drove her away. I pushed her into leaving the one place that could've prevented the attack. And I couldn't save her. I just I can't keep losing people. This cult is poison. I thought I could make it better. I thought I could take it by the reigns and guide it. Instead I keep getting the younger ones killed." "It's not your fault." "I could honestly really use a drink right now but I already sent the boyfriend home. He's gone some stuff to deal with too. His family is . . . hinging on broken."

Vera wonders if he fell asleep when there's no response. She lays her head on her upper arm, looking at the words on her forearm. And then they vanish. Like . . . like magic. How the hell had she never noticed before?? Very slowly, new letters form

V . . . e . . . r . . . a . . . ?

Vera shoots up and sits straight, holding her arm. What the fuck? What the fuck did I say that gave me away?? And who the fuck knows me well enough to figure me out based on something I said??

Vera is grateful for the distraction her phone brings as it lights up with a text -- from Hamish. "I heard you could use a drink."

Vera tiptoes downstairs warily, relieved to find Hamish behind her counter with a drink in front of him. A drink for her.

"I thought I sent you to the den. The knights--"

"Are all asleep. You, on the other hand, aren't."

Vera takes a seat at the counter, hands around the glass. As Hamish tidies up, she catches sight of his bare forearm, where her name is written in the same hand writing as on her own arm. When his back is turned, she uncaps the marker and writes, Hamish?

He laughs softly to himself. Then, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"About what?"

"Alyssa."

"Do you want to talk about Lilith?"

"You're right, a distraction would be better."

And distract each other, they did.

I might write this one out oop

See other soulmate aus I've attacked

#hamish x vera #hamish duke #vera stone #vermish #the order #the hermetic order of the blue rose #the knights of saint christopher #the knights of the blue rose #soulmate #soulmate au #mara-writes

[stahlop]

Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold (sometimes it’s chocolate)

Summary: Killian takes his children on a trick or treat treasure hunt to learn about the town’s history and reflects on his own in the process.

Here is my CS Role Reversal collaboration. Thank you @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713​ for the artwork! It is amazing and inspired the fluffiest story I think you’ll ever read.

A big shout out to @profdanglaisstuff​ for being my beta.

This is probably the fluffiest, sweetest thing I've ever written in my life. Enjoy!

Rated G

A03 link

They turned on to Main Street, the witch and two pirates, carrying with them some of the loot they had already discovered. The witch, though small, was the de facto leader of the group, instructing the small band of characters where to go with the map in her hand.

“The last clue said that we would find the fruit of the Evil Queen where the werewolves lie. That’s at Granny’s and we’re looking for apples,” the witch said matter of factly, as if that were the most straightforward answer. The smaller of the two pirates looked a little wary.

“You don’t agree with the lass?” the larger of the pirates asked. “Do you have a different idea?” He prodded the other pirate. The small pirate looked pensive, as if he had a question he wanted to ask but wasn’t sure how to with his limited vocabulary. The witch put her hands on her hips in a perfect imitation of her mother, not liking that they had to wait when she clearly knew she was correct.

“Daddy?” The small pirate finally asked in a small voice, his green eyes opened unnaturally wide. “The apples won’t put us to sleep will they?” Killian Jones gulped. Oops.

“Of course not, DL. It’s just a game!” Hope Jones, 7-years-old and knower of everything there was to know (obviously), huffed at her little brother. Killian tried not to laugh for DL’s sake. Dylan Liam Jones was only three and couldn’t always distinguish between fiction and reality, or in this case, the past and the present.

Killian got down on one knee to talk with his son, not a small feat as he was in his full pirate regalia, something he only brought out for Halloween nowadays. And they were in the middle of Main Street with swarms of other trick or treaters around them. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right DL? The clues are both to help you understand our history and to get candies, sweets, and treasure!” He said reassuringly. The boy nodded, his pirate hat a little too big for his head and falling forward on each nod. Snow had tried to make the costume as close to Killian’s pirate ensemble as she could, but the hat they’d had to buy from a costume shop in town (even after all these years, Emma didn’t quite trust Jefferson to help her out, even though he’d apologized profusely to her once the curse had been lifted and he was reunited with his daughter). Even though Killian didn’t wear a pirate hat, DL had seen Peter Pan quite a few times and wanted a hat similar to that of Captain Hook. Killian had been horrified.

“Can we go now?” Hope said in an annoyed tone. She was impatient when it came to DL and also had the attitude of a teenager, or so Emma had told Killian.

“Are we ready, lad?” Killian asked DL. The little boy nodded. Killian took his hand.

“Finally!” Hope exclaimed starting to run ahead.

“Hope Alice Jones,” Killian said firmly. Hope stopped in her tracks. She knew she wasn’t supposed to run ahead. She turned around and headed back to her father and brother. “Good lass. Now, we have a whole row of houses to procure candy from before we get to Granny’s. Are we ready?” Killian asked.

“We’re ready!” the Jones children shouted.

“Onward then!”

Granny’s boasted all sorts of candied apples. Regular candied, caramel, some with nuts and some with sprinkles, whatever the kind the children were in heaven. Granny was nice enough to cut them into slices to make them easier for the children to eat.

“Might I bother you for a bit of pumpkin pie?” Killian asked Granny as she brought the sugary treats to their booth. Granny nodded and gave him a smile. She still had a soft spot for the pirate and denied him nothing. Even when there were children swarming all around.

The apples came with their next clue. Killian had to hand it to the Storybrooke Town Council, they knew how to get the town involved. The Storybrooke Historical Scavenger/Treasure Hunt had become a town staple over the past five years. It was a fun, yet educational, way to introduce the children to the town’s fairytale past while getting treats and sweets at the same time.

Killian took the card they had been given and read the next clue. “Fill me up with candy and I might explode when you say boo! But don’t feed any chocolate to the cats and dogs that might be around you.” Killian paused and looked at the kids. They looked at him expectantly, caramel and sprinkles clinging to their faces. “Any ideas?” He asked them.

DL scrunched his face up and thought over the clue. “Fill me up with candy and...what was the next part daddy?” he asked. Hope huffed again, annoyed that her little brother couldn’t remember something so simple.

“I might explode when you say boo. It’s a ghost pinata!” She exclaimed. “Like the unicorn one I had at my last birthday party. Remember, we hit it with a stick until candy came out?” Her tone of voice had changed midway through to excited. “But where is the pinata, daddy?” Hope asked.

Killian reread the last part of the clue again. “But don’t feed any chocolate to the cats and dogs that might be around you. Know of any place that might have cats and dogs, little loves?” Hope and DL put their heads together and discussed where they thought it might be.

“The Storybrooke Animal Shelter!” they proclaimed.

After cleaning up their sticky hands and faces, they trick or treated their way over to the animal shelter. Sure enough there were several ghost pinatas waiting for children to come and take a whack at them. The shelter was now owned by Ruby and her girlfriend, Dorothy, who were also running the pinata stations and telling their stories. Ruby talking about how she discovered she was a werewolf and Dorothy telling about her adventures in Oz, both dressed up in Red Riding Hood and Dorothy costumes, respectively. The two also had cats and dogs up for adoption.

Hope and DL delighted in hitting the ghost pinata along with several other children until it finally broke. They gathered up many different types of candy into their pumpkin baskets.

“Can we get a cat? Please, please, please?” both kids whined. Killian and Emma had discussed it this year. Hope had been asking for a cat for the past few years, and of course, since big sis wanted a cat, DL did too.

“I think your mum and I have decided we can get one this year. Why don’t you two pick one out and we’ll pick it up in a few days after it’s had all its shots and everything,” he said, smiling. Killian had never seen bigger grins on his kids’ faces.

The children came out a little while later having picked out the most ‘perfect cat’ in the entire world. Ruby told him to come by the next day to fill out the paperwork and once the cat was fixed, she would be all theirs.

“There is one final clue,” Dorothy said, handing Killian a card. They all thanked Ruby and Dorothy and walked over to a nearby bench to look at the clue.

“When the Savior came and broke the curse, time started to move and things got worse.

But the curse was broken with True Love’s Kiss, come read about these tales if there were any you missed.” Killian paused for effect looking at his two children to see if they understood the clue. He could see Hope recognized where they needed to go in an instant, but DL wasn’t quite sure.

“Good Witch Hope, do you know where we need to go?” Killian asked, so the pressure would be off DL.

Hope gave a sly smile that matched her father’s. She might be the spitting image of her mother, but she had his eyes and his smile. “It’s the library!” she announced.

DL’s eyes lit up wide. “We go to see Auntie Belle?” he asked hopefully. For only being three, DL already had his first crush on Belle the librarian.

“Yes, DL, we go see Auntie Belle. Lead us onward fair witch!” Killian cried.

The trio passed by a few shops that had workers passing candy out front that Hope and DL got to add to their loot. The kids were getting excited the closer they got to the library, DL going on and on about Auntie Belle and Hope running through what the final prize or candy would be once they reached their intended destination.

“I just hope it’s actual candy and not a book. Not that I don’t love reading, Father, but books just aren’t appropriate for Halloween,” Hope said knowingly. She had also inherited his language skills and had recently taken to calling him Father because it sounded more ‘grown up’.

“I’m sure Aunt Belle will have sweets for all of you,” Killian said rolling his eyes and smiling at his precocious daughter.

Belle had completely outdone herself when it came to the library and clocktower. For a place that had once held torturous memories for Killian (fighting an undead Maleficent in the caves, Rumplestiltskin literally holding his heart and almost killing him, leaving Emma in the elevator in the Underbrooke version), it was now a magical place. Happy Halloween banners were posted at the front entrance and on several walls inside, plastic skeletons were hanging everywhere, fall leaf garlands decorated every shelved surface available, and scarecrows that jumped out at you guarded each doorway. In the center of the library was a large craft table that had hundreds of mini pumpkins on it. Next to them were small cups of paint for the children to paint them. Another table in the room next door had a pumpkin carving station for the adults. Belle was in the reading nook where she usually did storytime for the town’s children, wearing a gold dress, reminiscent of this world’s version of Belle (although she told Killian once that she had a dress very similar to that back in the Enchanted Forest, so maybe Disney wasn’t completely off on all their stories), and telling her own tale of Beauty and the Beast.

Belle and Rumplestiltskin’s son, Gideon, and Snow and David’s son, Neal, were running the children’s mini pumpkin area. Killian thought that was pretty much the blind leading the blind (as they were 10 and 13 respectively), but the other kids seemed to be having a good time. A sign at the circulation desk let them know that to get their final treat for the night they needed to paint a pumpkin and have it examined by the official Pumpkin Inspectors, which also seemed to be Gideon and Neal.

“Ready to paint some pumpkins?” Killian said to both his children. Hope didn’t even answer, just ran off to the station delighted at getting to paint. DL nodded his head and took Killian’s hook (something he liked to do when he wanted to feel calm) and led him over to the station. As much as Killian would like to do the pumpkin carving (he’d won that contest the past two years in a row), he knew DL would get overwhelmed easily with too many paint options. Emma often worried that he was overly sensitive about things, but Killian was sure he’d eventually grow out of it. The town did tend to go overboard with everything and it was a lot to handle for most adults, let alone a 3-year-old.

Hope had already grabbed an apron so she wouldn’t stain her costume and started painting her pumpkin an array of colors. Killian had DL pick out three colors (one for each year he was) that he would use and got him into an apron as well.

When they all finished (Hope having painted a unicorn with the stem as a horn, and DL having made a bunch of purple, green, and black splotches all over his pumpkin), Gideon and Neal, the Pumpkin Inspectors, came over and declared them wonderful pumpkins. All pumpkins would be displayed throughout the library for the rest of fall. They headed over to Belle to hear her story and get their final prize.

Killian had to admit, listening to Belle’s retelling of her love story with Rumplestiltskin made it sound like an epic adventure and not the abusive tale that it had been throughout much of their time in Storybrooke. Even 10 years later, Rumplestiltskin and Killian avoided each other whenever possible, even if Rumplestiltskin was considered a more upstanding member of the town now.

“And now,” Belle drawled with a big smile on her face,” your final treat of the night!” The children started to clap and cheer. She then put her finger to her lips and the children immediately went quiet. Everyone knew to listen to Librarian Belle. “There are actually two treats tonight.” The children waited with bated breath. “You will get to pick out your own Halloween or fall themed book,” she paused before the big reveal, Killian already noticing the look of disappointment on Hope’s face, “And you will also get a scoop of loot from our treasure chest!” Belle moved the pillow off the large box she’d been sitting on to reveal a very large pirate’s chest. She opened it to show it filled with (chocolate) gold coins and candy jewelry. A large cheer went up from the children as they got up and filed into a line to get their treasure, Belle giving them each a large scoop as they walked past. Killian noticed that the scoop pretty much filled up the rest of their trick or treat bags. Then they got to choose a book from the table set up near the back exit.

The small witch and two pirates made their way back to their beautiful seaside home. The denizens of their town were dwindling in number at the (somewhat) late hour of 8:15 (late for most of the trick or treaters anyway). The witch was content to read her book under the street lamps while sucking on a Ring Pop liberated from her loot. The smaller pirate was passed out on the larger pirate’s shoulder, as he’d barely made it out of the library with his eyes open. On the front porch, a beautiful blonde was handing out candy to the last few stragglers. She wore a black dress decorated with pumpkins and a black cat mask.  As the last trick or treaters left the porch, she gingerly collapsed into her rocking chair.

“Mommy, Mommy!” Hope yelled excitedly as she ran up the porch steps. She was not too grown up to continue calling Emma Mommy. “Look at everything we got!” She ran up to Emma and showed her all the spoils from the night. Emma smiled and removed the mask from her face.

“It looks like the town will be having a candy shortage in the coming weeks,” she said, laughing a bit. Then she put on a serious tone. “Are you prepared to pay the candy tax?” She held her hand out for payment. Hope looked up at Killian and he nodded that, yes, she needed to give her mother some of her candy. Hope reluctantly gave her two chocolate coins and skipped into the house.

“I see this one barely made it home?” Emma said, softly patting DL’s arm that was hanging down near her.

“Aye, Swan, passed out right as we were leaving the library.” He shifted DL slightly. “Let me get him into his night clothes and then I’ll come out with you.” Emma nodded in agreement.

It took Killian a little longer than he anticipated to get DL out of his costume. He eventually just kept him in his muslin shirt and forwent trying to wrestle pajama pants onto him, letting him sleep in his underwear. He folded the parts of his costume he was able to get off and placed them on his dresser. He then gave him a kiss before turning on the nightlight DL needed to sleep, and closed the door.

Killian checked in on Hope who had already changed out of her witch costume and put on a nightgown. She was still reading the book she’d received from Belle.

“Did you brush your teeth, little love?” he asked. She gave her patented Emma eye roll.

“Yes, Father,” she said not even looking up from her book. Emma said they were going to hate the teenage years if she was already this dramatic. Killian walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t stay up too late, there is still school tomorrow,” he told her. She grunted an acknowledgment as he left.

He walked outside and joined Emma on the other rocking chair that was out on the porch. Yes, they were a two-rocking-chair-on-the-porch-type people now. Emma had already eaten her candy tax and was now working on one of the fun size bags of Peanut M&M’s that she had been passing out to trick or treaters.

“And how many of those did you eat tonight, Swan?” he asked, snagging a bag for himself from the bowl next to Emma’s rocking chair.

She blushed a little at his question. “There’s peanuts in it. That counts as protein, right?” she asked.

“Ah, is that the excuse you’re using then. Peanuts for the peanut, aye?” He reached over and rubbed her swollen belly. “We missed you tonight,” he said, reaching over to grab her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“Yeah, well, being on modified bed rest for this little one takes priority, I guess.” She took back her hand and put both of them on her belly. “At least it’s only two more months until this little peanut graces us with their presence.”

Killian reached his hand back out for hers, admiring the wedding band that graced his ring finger and the engagement ring and wedding band that adorned hers. It was amazing to think that it had been nine years since that whole ordeal, and here they were, about to welcome their fourth child (and the fact that Henry was married and expecting a babe of his own was a lot scarier to Killian than adding another to their brood). Killian just thanked his lucky stars that life had consented to let this old pirate settle down and be blessed with the greatest treasure one could ever find.

“Let’s go to bed, love,” he said, standing and pulling her up with him. Emma smiled and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Let’s go to bed.”

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Liam & Edie

Liam: get out of work early, I need your help Edie: alright Edie: what are we doing? Liam: I finished a 🎬📽🎞 & it has to be screened tonight at a specific time Edie: do you know what cinema you wanna infiltrate Edie: like, max capacity blockbuster moment or a more independent arthouse style? Edie: I have ideas for both, if you don't already Liam: gotta be sold out seats for max exposure Edie: looking up whatever dumb superhero shit is on right now Liam: put the word out for me too, yeah? 📢 you've got more 👀 on you Edie: of course Edie: keep it vague but intriguing? Edie: what's the angle Liam: my sister is Edie: your sister? Liam: she's 16, would've been Liam: today Edie: the film is for her Edie: not a hard sell Edie: every twat loves a party Liam: every twat's forgotten about her already Liam: I have to do something Edie: I'll get all the people there I can Edie: 16 is a big one Liam: I'm looking for a cake to blow up Liam: big enough to splatter lots of rows but not too huge to sneak in Edie: really do need a pram Edie: if you do wanna go big, my ma has a kiln, easy to bake in and quicker Edie: I could put it in a backpack or some ridiculously oversized handbag my sister has Liam: you're amazing Edie: you or the audience haven't tasted the cake yet Liam: be more fitting if it tastes bad Liam: like we're shoving bittersweet down everyone's throats Liam: & in their faces Edie: that's easily done Edie: toxic hazard here we come Edie: how long have you been working on the vid? Liam: a while Edie: are you happy with it? Liam: there's no more time left to do edits Liam: I gotta get it out there, like I said Liam: 18 is gonna need something bigger Edie: timing is key Edie: did you talk about it Edie: what she'd want to do Liam: looking that far ahead wasn't something she let herself do Edie: that's fair Edie: I haven't looked that far ahead before Edie: we'll make it special Edie: something she'd approve of Liam: there has to be some way to throw a party after that's not the standard gay shit Edie: an anti-party Liam: yeah, without being ☢️ & barcode tattoos about it Edie: so a disgusting cake, what else can we fuck up Edie: bastardized 🎈s are almost a given Edie: maybe we can play some party games Liam: use your talents on the happy birthday song Edie: I'll do my best for you both Edie: did she believe anything happened after you die? Liam: she wanted to come back as someone else, show up back in my life just when she reckoned it'd gotten settled & boring Liam: but I don't think she really believed that, just didn't want me to turn into one of those twats Edie: yeah, most people want to believe something like that Edie: some continuation Edie: but the percentage who genuinely do, I don't know Liam: a lot of shit she said was for my benefit of my ma's, I don't know if she knew I knew that but I did Edie: Yeah Edie: but through reassuring you, she was probably trying to give herself that same comfort Edie: again, whether it worked is unlikely, but we keep going 'til we don't Liam: yeah Liam: I have certainty in her not wanting everyone to act as if she was never here this fast, I'm going with that Liam: her friends, a lad she liked, they're supposed to give more of a shit Edie: we'll make them remember Edie: I was thinking Edie: she'd be in transition year now Edie: they're always having bollocks seminars and lectures Edie: that would be easy to hijack Edie: well, not easy, but we could Liam: you're so fucking smart Liam: I didn't even think Edie: it'd be a way to get the ones who won't hear our call tonight Edie: which are arguably the ones who need a lesson in caring more so Liam: keep it going like pass the parcel Edie: a project worth the waste of time that whole year is Liam: then a holiday, me & you Liam: where we won't waste any time Edie: are we going to find a holiday home? Liam: did you like living with me? Edie: so much Edie: I wanna live with you properly Edie: all the time Liam: then yeah, we'll find a holiday home & when we get back you can move into mine Edie: really? Liam: our mas will both have shit to say about it but so do we Edie: if they're really going to object to that degree Edie: we'll work for enough money to rent our own place Liam: & sleep wherever else we have to until we've got that Edie: as long as I'm with you Edie: I miss you when I'm not Liam: I wanna be with you all the time too Edie: maybe if we split our time between mine and yours, they wouldn't even notice Liam: they can tell themselves they're keeping a better 👀 on us if we do Edie: yeah, and it's not 'as serious' as moving in together Edie: in their minds Edie: guess it'd be better if we were going 'round sleeping with anyone and everyone Liam: I've had more offers since I got a girlfriend than before Liam: must be a shared view between our parents & lots of the girls at school Edie: 😡 Edie: adds to them feeling something if they get to fuck someone over at the same time as, I guess Liam: I'll never hurt you or let anyone else do it Edie: I know you won't Liam: I love you Edie: I love you Edie: no one is gonna stop us from living the life we want Liam: [a pic of a pram he has stolen for her to fill with stuff and there's a birthday pinata in there currently like oh hi] Liam: I found this for you Edie: 😍 Edie: Baby! Edie: you got me wheels Liam: I couldn't stop thinking about you struggling with a heavy backpack Edie: You're so sweet and I'm so excited Edie: is what's going in the pinata a surprise? Liam: I was gonna tell you but lets keep the excitement going Edie: is it 🕷s Edie: or 🦷 Liam: do you know where I can get that many 🦷? Liam: that'd be a great idea Edie: 🤔 Edie: maybe a vet's dumpster Edie: think people dentists study 'em Liam: maybe my ma kept our 👶 teeth Liam: I'll have a look Edie: Mine kept hers Edie: you'd need quite a few to make an impression Liam: the fake blood I'm gonna add will help Liam: but you're right Edie: there's loads of roadkill around mine Edie: could get that for the 🦴🦴 Liam: I don't know if I want you touching it though Liam: you could get sick or something Edie: I've got gloves Edie: the only illness they had was potentially bad eyesight 🚗 Liam: you've gotta be careful, baby Edie: okay Edie: for you Edie: how else can I help you though? Edie: the cake is in Liam: keep thinking, all your ideas are perfect Edie: I wanna be Edie: what about spiking the drinks, but not in a fun way Edie: or is that too 👿 Edie: just a laxative or something, nothing mad Liam: it don't matter, we won't drink it Edie: I definitely won't Edie: don't even miss any of it Liam: we need something that'll make them 🤮 she did lots of that Liam: only fair Edie: what does that 💊🧪 wise Edie: too much salt is a dead giveaway with one sip Liam: charcoal is probably too big a giveaway too Liam: & you can't get ipecac no more Edie: 😕 ugh Liam: we'll have to settle for the laxatives Edie: they'll make themselves sick all on their own Liam: you did make a fucking disgusting cake Edie: you don't even wanna know what I put in it 😏 Liam: I want all your secrets Edie: you can have everything Edie: [a gruesome list of god knows what] Edie: it smells so gross cooking right now Liam: don't make yourself 🤮 Edie: I'm getting some fresh air Liam: what can you 👀? Edie: from here, the pond Edie: which also smells, so I might need to go look at the 🍅🥔s growing instead Liam: go decide on your outfit Edie: what do you want me to look like? Liam: beautiful Edie: nothing more specific? Liam: nah, not until I've seen what you come up with Liam: you test well Edie: 🤞 Liam: 😍 Edie: that's what I want Edie: always Liam: I want you Edie: I can't wait to go away with you Edie: are we going to the sea Liam: we can Liam: we can go anywhere you like Edie: I just wanna watch the sun go down under the waves with you Liam: you watch that, I'll watch your face while it does Edie: You're so Edie: you make me feel like a person Edie: a real one, that matters Liam: you matter to me, Eds Edie: I'm not used to this feeling Liam: you know I'm not either Liam: we'll get used to it Edie: it's like I believe you but I can't believe it Edie: if that makes sense Liam: I get it Liam: I do need you to believe me though Edie: I do Edie: you're just perfect Liam: nah, I'm not Edie: to me then Liam: whatever's wrong with me, we're good together Edie: we're going to make a perfect baby Edie: that always feels like a person Liam: I'm gonna love it even if things go wrong Liam: I need you to know that too Edie: I know you will Edie: and I believe that Edie: I wouldn't have agreed if I didn't Edie: you won't be able to not love your own child Edie: even if it's hard Liam: & I'll wanna be with you, perfect or not Liam: whatever else happens Edie: we can do it Edie: I love you and I want it to work Edie: I wanna be a good mum and give the baby all the love and attention and everything it could ever want and need Edie: that is so much more than most people have Liam: the baby is so fortunate to have you for its ma Liam: you've done everything right already & its not even here yet Edie: I wanna do it right Edie: I can't imagine doing it wrong Liam: I know you will Liam: you set your mind on shit & it gets done, that's how you are Edie: makes me sound like an assassin Edie: don't hate that Liam: I don't hate thinking about you holding a 🔪 Edie: next video Liam: it'll be on my mind until then Edie: I can give you a preview Edie: if you show me the fake blood Liam: [does obviously] Edie: 🤤 Liam: I made extra for you knowing you'd be into it Edie: That's just one of the reasons we work Liam: are you gonna give me the rest of them? Edie: I'll start on the list but I don't know if it'll ever be done enough to be conclusive Edie: and I'd hate for you to think I'm not serious Liam: that's another reason why we work Edie: see, they keep adding up Edie: good thing I didn't commit to tattooing it on me Edie: run out of space so quick Liam: I don't think her video is done enough Liam: I don't know what to do Edie: You'll regret it if you miss her birthday, I think Edie: you'll have chances to add to it and improve on it every year if you want Edie: it's a tough one to know what's enough on, yeah Edie: 'cos what could be Liam: if it's shit I'll have ruined her birthday Edie: do you think it's shit? Liam: I can't tell Liam: I can't feel anything Edie: I can watch it before you show it Edie: or you can just do it Edie: they aren't going to forget it though, regardless, and that's what you want, yeah Edie: for them to remember her Liam: you've gotta watch it on a big screen Liam: I'll watch you & I'll know if it's good or not Edie: okay Edie: I won't tell you I know it'll be good Edie: cheapen my actual reaction Liam: 👌 what do you wanna tell me instead? Edie: another reason we work is you're talented and creative too Liam: I have to try to bring something to the table if we want a perfect baby Edie: you mean aside from how insanely hot you are Liam: its gonna look like you so that don't count Edie: maybe it'll get to be tall like you Edie: my 10 year old sister is already taller than me Liam: you only wanna be taller for kissing me Liam: there'll be a no dating rule until they're like old enough to properly move out Edie: might save your back, that's all Edie: they won't need to, they'll be happy with us Liam: I've already saved yours with this pram, I'm not bothered about mine Edie: but I am Edie: I'll invest in some stilts Liam: & have you snatched up by the circus, nah Liam: don't matter if its twins in there, I'll pick you all up Edie: 🥰 Edie: you make me look and feel like that emoji, legitimately Liam: [a picture of some random people he's sneakily taken a photo of while he's out and about and changed so they have no eyes because he misses and wants to see her rn] Edie: ooh baby Edie: 👁s would be a great pinata filling Liam: have we got time to turn 🍇 or some gay shit into 👀 like a ma on halloween? Edie: OH Edie: speaking of mas Edie: just had a 💡 Liam: what? Edie: she has mealworms to feed the 🐦🦅s Edie: too late for the cake but how perfect Liam: genius Edie: my next idea was going to get some caviar but I don't think my wage is stretching that far Liam: I could steal some Liam: dunno where the fuck from though Edie: bet they don't have any at the spar Edie: there are tadpoles in the pond but I'm not murdering them Liam: the worms will work Liam: I'm on my way to yours, how long til the cake is cooked? Edie: you're coming here Edie: 😄😄😄 the excitement is only going ↗️ Edie: about 10 minutes, though a bit of burning can't hurt Liam: I thought you'd like a hand with decorating Edie: I'd like to see you Liam: you miss me too Edie: so bad Liam: I know Edie: come see me Liam: I kept the secret for as long as I could but I'm nearly there now Edie: no secrets, right Liam: I don't want there to be Edie: I'll tell you everything you wanna know Liam: tell me what we're doing tomorrow Liam: after this Edie: we're gonna get in the car and drive 'til we get somewhre we want to stop Edie: and we'll get fish and chips and ice cream and play on the beach and then we can talk about bringing the baby back and doing it all again Liam: the baby's face when it eats ice cream for the first time Liam: & feels what sand is like Liam: we'll film it all Edie: 🥺 Edie: I feel like I might cry? Liam: everything we don't remember any more we'll do again with our 👶 Edie: there's so much good stuff to relive Edie: stuff we didn't get to do too Liam: yeah, there's lots of shit I've not done Liam: I used to feel properly awkward about it Edie: just 'cos my childhood was weird in an 'exotic' way doesn't mean it weren't too Edie: there's loads of Irish childhood staples that we didn't have Edie: we'll make that list too, for the 👶 Liam: I can't think of a better way to start the baby book Edie: I'm gonna do it for your birthday Liam: yeah? Edie: I've got a feeling Liam: that might be knowing that I'm outside Edie: [dramatic run out] Liam: [we know he's as extra and would immediately stop whatever he's doing/ drop whatever he's holding so they can kiss dramatically, don't get a hole in that pinata yet sir] Edie: [ah you crazy kids, dunno where the rest of the fam is tbh] Liam: [100% gonna say he puts her in the pram and pushes her into this gaff like a giant nerd, so imagine her just squished in there please] Edie: [LOL adorable, try not to break it already] Liam: [you probably don't have time to do pram repairs on top of everything else lads] Edie: [we got schemes honey] Liam: [if you don't draw on each other with icing pens when you're decorating this cake I don't wanna know either of you] Edie: [my boo has put her foot down] Liam: [all the tattoo practice and ideas in any possible artistic medium thank you] Liam: [we all know what saucy behaviour you'll be getting up to as soon as he gets there though] Edie: [but the softest ever tbh 'cos a tough day and you just wanna make sure he's okay] Liam: [honestly there's only so busy you can keep yourself boy, we all see you] Edie: [not gonna force you to talk on it but also gonna be clear it's an option] Liam: [he's just trying to get today over with as if tomorrow and on any other day he won't think about it, oh hun] Edie: [mood] Liam: [where is his mother? what is she doing rn? those are my real questions] Edie: [sad things don't think about it Liam: [anyway we know the vibe so is there anything else you wanna make a point of happening rn before we skip to the aftermath?] Edie: [hmhmhmmm we can probably skip] Liam: [everyone gonna be cross at you lads] Edie: [I like to think the fam was there earlier so they were already moody, but then you come back with the police and you're gonna skip town tomorrow so lol] Liam: [his poor mum having to go down the garda station when she's already living her best life, likewise gonna be in a great mood] Edie: [safe to say you will not be invited back tonight gal] Liam: [Rio is gonna tear Liam a new one cos he was all I'm gonna look after her it's chill when they last talked haha] Edie: [oh lordy] Liam: [I just hope they got to do all their creepy plans before the police ruined it] Edie: [or at least the important ones, and that it went well in that people are talking about it] Liam: [gotta let you have that] Edie: [tis important and a mood] Edie: how's your ma now Liam: she's still going Edie: I thought she'd like it Edie: if you explained what you did Liam: she likes what we did but not how Liam: she don't understand that playing it in the sitting room wouldn't work Edie: she wants to keep it all private Edie: if people feel uncomfortable it's only because they should Liam: we know that Edie: is she more 😭 or 😤 Edie: one is easier to deal with Liam: it's both, at the same time for a while Edie: that must be so exhausting Liam: it's just what she's like Edie: you've not really known her any different? Liam: I must have, but I don't remember Liam: not clear enough Edie: I'm sorry Edie: if I could've taken the blame harder, I would've Liam: I don't want you to take any of it Edie: I don't care about getting into trouble Liam: you will if it sticks next time & you maybe can't earn as much cash Liam: be the perfect ma you've set your heart on Edie: not at the sake of you though Edie: it's so unfair I couldn't take my fair share Liam: you did, you weren't there for the shit I did before that got me my talking to from the 🐷 Liam: it's about her not you Edie: yeah, I know Edie: wish we'd saved the pinata for them though 🐷🤮☠ Liam: we'll make a 🎬📹 I've still got the rave masks Edie: Yes Edie: it's the least we can do Liam: you'll feel a bit better at least Edie: no, it's not about me Edie: how do you think it went, before they showed Liam: you thought it went decently I could see it in your 👀 Edie: it did Edie: it was beautiful Edie: but did you like it? Liam: I reckon she would've Edie: she'd be proud, for sure Liam: yeah Edie: but I am, whilst I can't guarantee that Edie: I can this Edie: are we still going tomorrow Liam: I'll show up, if you can't get out send me a 6 Edie: I'll get out Liam: safely Liam: I'm not gonna watch you fall out your window Edie: I won't, babe Edie: no guard dogs here Edie: they can't keep permanent watch Liam: no 🔥🌉 either though Liam: your ma must already hate me Edie: I'm not staying though Edie: I'll pretend to listen to them Liam: I understand baby, I don't want to be here Edie: I want to take you to the beach Liam: we'll go then Liam: smooth it over after if we have to Edie: I don't know how to care about making them happy, never mind doing it Liam: all you need to do is say what they wanna hear Edie: wait 'til they hear about the baby Liam: we just won't tell them until your 🤰 makes us Edie: but 'til then Edie: literally who knows what they want Liam: we know what your sister wants, she told me Liam: we'll base it off that, be good Edie: 🙄 Edie: she's a fine one to talk Liam: don't you wanna behave with me & for me? Edie: for you, not them Liam: I'm only asking you to do it for me Liam: so they won't be getting in our way Edie: what do you want me to do now then? Edie: tell me Liam: explain why we did it but pretend you're sorry that it got out of hand Edie: alright Edie: I'll hate every second of it but I'll do it Liam: I'll make it up to you Edie: tell me how Liam: 💍 Liam: I'll get you one Edie: you already got me a pram Liam: that was for the 👶 too, I wanna give you something that's just yours Edie: oh Edie: will I have to hide it too though Liam: as long as you don't bury it Edie: we could pretend it's not THE 💍 Edie: put it on a different finger Liam: you've still got great ideas after earlier Liam: you really are a genius Edie: Hardly Edie: I'm just trying very hard to be very good for you Liam: you don't even have to try Edie: I do when it means having to hide how I feel about you Liam: nobody can say shit about me promising to marry you one day Edie: they say all kinds of shit Liam: you don't have to hide that we're in love whatever they say Edie: I never will Edie: they know I am, that they can't change that Liam: if you don't wanna be good we can leave tonight Edie: you're right that it'll make shit easier Edie: I can ignore them Liam: I don't care about shit being easier if you're not happy Edie: I am happy Edie: they might not be happy with the way it's come about but they can't harp on it too hard without making me miserable Liam: I couldn't have done everything today without you Edie: I'm glad I could do that for you Edie: that's how it should be Edie: is going to Edie: I've got your back, you've got mine Liam: yeah, like a family Liam: me & you are, however long this baby takes to show up Edie: there's nothing you could ask that was too much of me, seriously Liam: not a test this time Edie: can handle it either way Liam: I know 👀 Liam: but I can't handle missing you more than I do, if you wanna like be a huge bitch to me or something like Edie: I could try if you wanna be less loveable for a sec too Liam: one sec I'll have to try & stop thinking about how alive you were tonight first Liam: & find a less gay way to say it than that while I'm working on it Edie: you say gay, I say workable lyric or tat inspo Liam: when you've filtered it through your 🧠 it'll be right Liam: all I know is beautiful wouldn't be good enough Liam: 🎇🎆 Liam: either Liam: I think the closest would be when you get a puddle of petrol, all those colours, that kinda bullshit Edie: I wish I could tattoo that onto me Edie: a bruise would be closest to that Edie: but I wish I could see me how you see me more Liam: I'll start filming, see what I can do Edie: you have a year 'til my birthday too Liam: lots of chances to get footage then Edie: be good for the baby too, when it grows up Edie: see we loved them before they even got here Liam: we'll record as much as we can Liam: starting at the beach tomorrow Edie: we'll make a sandcastle dreamhouse Edie: and find the perfect shell to start a collection for them Liam: I don't think I've ever made one Edie: 1/8 ratio water to sand is a good start Edie: then it depends if you want the castle buckets, or a plain one so you can sculpt it yourself Edie: add seaweed, shells and pebbles, et voila Liam: I'm gonna look for enough shells to make a mobile too Edie: 🌌🧠💡 Liam: maybe we can make it sound on top of looking nice Edie: if we find some driftwood too, that would be 🔝 Liam: we'll go back if we don't Liam: until we do Edie: if we like it we can move there Liam: what kind of 🏠 do you want? Edie: one that's the perfect size for just us three Edie: and always feels cosy and like a home and is the place you actually always wanna come back to because it's that comforting Liam: 🗺❌ Liam: I'll take you hunting Edie: maybe we'll find another to takeover when we're down there Liam: lots of them are holiday homes now summer's over they'll be empty Edie: and not everyone invests in good security, even though they're rich enough to Liam: pick the one you like best, I'll get us in Liam: most people don't bother changing their alarm codes from the default Edie: right Edie: they kinda deserve it Liam: if you're not gonna treat your shit like you want it, someone else will take it Liam: why not us Edie: 9️⃣9️⃣9️⃣ Liam: how long can we stay this time without your ma calling that number herself? Edie: when we're on our way, I could tell her we've gone Edie: rude of her to stifle our creativity 📹🎞📼 Edie: but if we give her something, she might freak less Liam: you got any 🎁 in mind? Edie: you mean getting her a stick of rock or? Liam: whatever works Liam: you know I'll do it Edie: It's not even you, they admit they don't know you Edie: maybe we give them the chance, when we do come back? Liam: 🎲 Liam: alright Edie: it might be totally unbearable Edie: I make no promises to the contrary Liam: you don't have to, you'll be there Liam: unbearable is when you're not Liam: like now Edie: I know Edie: it hurts my heart not being with you right now Liam: if my ma decides to stop, I'll call you Edie: do Edie: I'll get out of here as soon as I'm physically able Liam: me too Liam: even if it means I'm waiting outside for you 👀 Liam: 🛰🌏 Edie: You can wait outside my window any time Liam: 📹🎞📼 Liam: 🤫 Edie: 😳 Edie: everything you do is hot Liam: I'm thinking about you whenever I do anything, maybe that's why Edie: I won't dispute that Edie: even though you definitely deserve more credit Liam: you can give it to me when the credits roll on your film & you realise what you look like to me Liam: & that everything I do is to turn you on or make you smile, laugh, all that happy shit Edie: I don't know what I ever did to deserve you Edie: but I'll be a better person from now if it means I get to keep you forever Liam: nah, don't change a single thing Edie: 🤏 😈 🤏 😇 Edie: got it Liam: we won't show every 🎬🎞 to the 👶 Liam: or every 🎤🎧 either come to think of it Edie: got to have things to protect them from Edie: may as well be us, not actually a threat Liam: [sending her all the cute baby videos such as when they eat a 🍋 etc like this will be us because we can't be dealing with our mother popping off anymore] Edie: [sending her stuff of the twins 'cos that big sister evidently lol] Edie: him* soz babe Liam: [Grace would die if she knew] Edie: [when you are 10 and MORTIFIED honey] Liam: [when his ma is having a breakdown and he's just spamming the bae with random adorable baby content from the internet casually] Edie: [so sorry to your ma but also not sorry we did] Liam: [he can't handle all your emotions gal I'm soz, we're living our best fantasy life here instead] Liam: [I vote this happens until he can actually call her and thus end the convo cos we know they highkey enough to do that]

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Red Queen Secret Santa 2018 for Rhia @redqueenfandom <3

A/N: A modern AU, a sequel to the ones I wrote before. I wanted to place this in Paris at first, but then I thought I should rather write about a place where I’ve been to – although my memories aren’t that perfect^^° I’m sorry for eventual inaccuracies.

A New Place

Growing Up

The Dinner

Roman Holiday

The Wedding

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Roman Holiday

Mare POV

It’s eleven in the evening when I can call it a day on christmas eve. I put away my apron and slip into my coat and scarf and step outside of the café and onto the streets of Rome, bright with lights, filled with people, bells sounding over me.

Astounding that I hardly need the coat, despite the time and season. But this is a warm place, making it even more of a magnet for tourists coming to flee the winter or to experience christmas surrounded by supposedly more holiness than at home, wherever it is.

I’m not sure whether I should call myself one of them. I’m still a foreigner like them, frequently overwhelmed by Rome’s grandeur and age and visiting its endless sights. But then again, I make my living by serving tourists currently.

Four months into my gap year, I’m spending the winter in Italy, working as a help or assistant in various institutions, first in the cheaper countryside, now in the capital. I was tempted to see the festive spectacle, to be honest, that I’m putting up the higher costs of coming here. Fortunately, my room is affordable enough, but nothing I’d like to stay in for longer than a few days for that price. I knew what I was getting into, I guess, so I’m here to make an experience of it.

Truly, it is one. The ancientness of the city, the marks of history and art everywhere, often pull at my suspension of disbelief until I can take it for real. The more I stay, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll normalize the marvels one moment, no longer able to take it all in as much as it deserves. But I don’t intend to stay that long. I’m here to travel and see the world, and my next stations are waiting. Because for all its greatness, Rome’s also tiring, exhausting me.

There’s a price for a year of travelling, and that is hard, ever-shifting, and often boring work. It isn’t difficult to find jobs when you’re a native English and Spanish speaker in places full of tourists. Interpreters are good to have and I’ve a talent for languages, so my Italian improves by the day. The café I currently work at seems to have mostly foreign customers talking English, but to encounter the barriers of languages, from one foreigner to another, leaves a strange impression. Words get jumbled and guesses have to be made all the time and I try to smile away the stress. I hope that eases the work as well as raise my tips.

Although I’ve understood the processes of applying and have some reserves at hand by now, a consequence of the gap year is a constant worry of having nothing when I wake up next. It can eat at you no matter what, having to rely on yourself alone this much, but then again, it’s also the freedom I’ve craved. Whatever I do, I achieve it by myself. I can be proud of that. Doesn’t that mean I can manage everything?

Yet, it also means that often, I’m terribly alone. To be here, I’ve left behind my home, my friends, and my family. Now I’m meeting strangers every day, of whom each might become a new friend if I gave them the chance. It’s hard, the enduring newness of people and everything else. I can’t open myself up to them all the time, re-introduce myself and every part of me, can’t bring up the energy to translate all of their conversations in my head to take part in them. Thus, I frequently fall into myself and rest alone at the end of a long day full of work.

Tonight is such a time, or could be. It’s still christmas, but the loud and lively shift has destroyed pretty much of my festive mood. This is nothing like my little girl christmases and their inherent childhood magic. This is noise and exhaustion and unfamiliarity. It’s a feeling pulling me off the ground and I’m not willing to give in to it.

The streets around me roar as I scout for a quieter spot where I can sit down. Not easy to find here, as many are already taken, or dirty, or prohibited so traffic isn’t disturbed. But finally, I find a free building block close to the Pantheon. I get down on it and take a deep breath of the night air, letting my body relax as good as possible.

It’s not far from St. Peter where the greatest crowd will celebrate and if I weren’t so tired, I might go there to watch them, to get my own image of it. Shade would be offended to hear about this, as he’s always keen on calling out the catholic church and the pope especially. But I’d welcome his rant if I saw him in person again, like the rest of my family. I miss them so much, and curse once more my decision to stay abroad during christmas. The loneliness is cruel on this day, and the only thing I can do is getting my phone out and looking over their pictures and messages again. I do so every day and send replies back, but I delayed this today, hoped not thinking about them and being unaware about what I’m missing would make my shift more tolerable. That didn’t really work out. I just had a bad day that went to waste while everyone else around me is having fun.

So now I can be lonely while watching my family celebrating christmas. Tramy sells christmas trees and presents the fairy tale-like winter wonderland of the garden center he works at. Bree is with his girlfriend, both grinning and likely slightly inebriated, when Kilorn crashes their photos. Shade, despite his atheist statements, put outfits on his baby daughter Clara that make her look like an elf of Santa Claus and he stands arms in arm with Clara and Diana under a mistletoe that hangs over their door. In another, Diana, seriously studying an important-looking book, wears a silly blinking cap on her head, and in a second photo she hugs Clara besottedly as if in ignorance of a photo being taken.

Mom and Dad are similarly in love with their first grandchild and have tons of pictures with her, of Dad keeping her from crawling into the Christmas tree, or of Bree holding her up to pull on a pinata.

Gisa shines in these photos, too. Even on casual days, her outfits leave me so awed and envious of her style full of details and perfection achieved by her own ideas and efforts. One time, she’s wearing a black dress, a ball dress I almost think, and she looks so gorgeous in it that I don’t know whether to adore her or to be scared of her.

I sniff and swipe tears from my eyes. When I look back to the screen, my contacts are shown. My fingers must’ve slipped and I scroll back to find my family again, as I still have to send greetings and wishes. It’s christmas after all, and since it’s still afternoon over there, it must the perfect time for messages. Maybe even a call. Yes, I should make a call. Yet I stop searching when I see another name on the list.

Cal.

His profile photo seems to smile at me, and I feel myself smiling back at him automatically. At the boy I dated a few times back in the States. The silly, rich, hot and kind Cal who’d muttered something about christmas in Italy back then. How decadent, I thought. And now I’m actually here. I can’t resist the temptation and text “hey” to him.

“Merry christmas!” he texts back. “My parents wanted to visit the holy night in Rome and now we’re watching from our hotel balcony. Can you believe?” Added is a photo of the crowd on St. Peter.

I can’t help grinning like an utter fool.

“Guess what …” I write to him.

I drop hints for him about where to find me, not really expecting him to show up. Why should he, when he’s with his family on christmas eve? And yet, between messaging my family and joking with Kilorn about food, I glance over my appearance in more than one mirror or window to make sure I have nothing in my face.

I’m right at replying to Kilorn’s snarks when I almost bounce into someone. I’m fast enough to get out of reach, but make myself ready to rant back if necessary.

Light falls on his face, and I, silly me, recognize him as Cal, who’s really come to meet with me in the middle of the holy night.

“Merry christmas again, Mare,” he says.

I hesitate. I tuck my hair behind my ears nervously and chew on my lip as I look for words and my composure. But when I see his face, beaming with excitement, I laugh out loud and he laughs along with me. I go to him and in a blink, I stand before him and give him a hug. A friendly one, like I’d hug everyone, yet I don’t let go, and neither does he. I pull him closer, my hands pressing into his back as I step on my toes to kiss his – stubby – cheek and whisper “merry christmas,” into his ear.

He returns the kiss on the cheek.

And then he kisses me on the mouth.

It’s a surprise for both of us, but we don’t stop. Does it mean anything? Or is it just fun? He might be drunk although I’m not, only tired and in need of warmth and a familiar human body close to me.

We pull apart to draw breaths and don’t know what to do afterwards. We grin and laugh again. “We can ... walk a little?” he prompts and I agree and take his hand. With him at my side, I don’t feel so tired and lost. We’re two people enjoying christmas together in a beautiful city, and that changes everything.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” I say.

“Same here,” he replies. “Well, you said something about being in Italy during winter, and when my parents talked about travelling on Christmas, I put in an option or two …” He shrugs.

I elbow him softly. “Stalker,” I jest.

“Hey! It was still a surprise,” he objects and smirks. “And you called me.”

That’s true, but I’m unsure whether to tell him how needy I felt an hour before. It’s good as it is, should I dive deeper? We’re strolling through this ancient quarter, two people who might be in love during a lush night, like millions of other people must’ve done before. It doesn’t make me feel small, but incredibly connected and right where I belong tonight. Cal especially seems to fit in here perfectly. With his handsome face, the contrast of light skin and dark hair illuminated by the moonlight, he could be a mystical apparition rising from the ruins.

Oh god, I can never tell him that. He’d never shut up about it, and the idea is way to pagan for this night. Shade would be proud.

“What?” Cal nudges me and I shake my head a little too long just to win time. He frowns.

“You’re her with your family?” I ask eventually. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“I …” Bingo. “Ugh, right, that must sound ridiculous to you.” He’s completely flustered and it’s very endearing. “You’re here on your own,” he continues, “and I came here on a family trip like a big baby.”

I incline my head, the corner of my mouth twitching. He doesn’t offer me a chance to reply though.

“However, it does mean something to me.” His hand squeezes mine, possibly inadvertently, as his voice gains a serious edge. “My parents often went on trips with me, of course. But this is the first my half-brother is with us.”

I stand still.

“Mare?” Cal asks. I don’t react. “Mare, your mouth’s open till the Alps,” he says.

A shiver washes over me and I look up to him. His confused face likely mirrors mine. “Mare, didn’t I tell you about my brother? Who’s lived with his mother?”

I nod gravely.

“You see, as I’ve told you, we met at the same college. And somehow, we got along surprisingly well. I was so glad, you know? I think Maven is, too.”

“That’s great.” I smile faintly.

“Indeed, so after a few months, we decided to go on vacation together, as a family. And Maven loves Rome.”

I can easily imagine him, standing in a museum or on the capitol hill among paintings and statues and looking like a mischievous fallen angel himself. “Oh, absolutely,” I say aloud. Only that that deeply puzzles Cal, because he doesn’t know that I know Maven personally, that we were friends and a couple for years. I’ve only learned by accident that he’s Cal’s half-brother.

Now I have no idea how to tell Cal this so late. Seems like Maven didn’t tell him either. I wonder if he figured out who Cal is meeting tonight.

Cal still isn’t enlightened and I take both of his hands and know I have to confess. I look into his beautiful eyes, golden like fire, like light. “I’ve been friends with Maven for a long time,” I say. More than friends. “Until last year.”

If I leave it at this, I’ll never be able to finish. So I go on. “We were together for a while,” I say quietly, and speaking feels like lifting a ton. “As a couple.”

Cal gasps for words. I Iay a finger on his lips. “But that’s over. I’m just glad, really happy, that he is doing well and getting along with you.”

Relief washes over Cal and I’m sure he’ll have to digest this for some time. His hands wriggle in mine, loosen, and wander over my arms to my shoulders. He rubs them and I don’t want him to stop and he doesn’t, as he’s still at loss for words.

I stretch to give him a light kiss. He chuckles. “And I thought about asking you to come with me tonight …”

“Oh, how scandalous.” I tease back, hands on my hips.

“Yes, it’d be awkward for several reasons.”

I shake my head. “Not tonight, “I say with a sigh, a promise ringing in my voice.

He catches the note and smiles. His palms remain a caressing, welcome presence on my back, and I take the final step to embrace him. He pulls me even closer, bending down to my ear. “I’d say I’m looking forward for another time, Mare,” he mumbles, turning my name into a tender touch. “But whenever I let go of you and say ‘goodbye for now’, you vanish in a flash, fast as lightning.”

“I – ”

He kisses the top of my head. “I want to meet you again. I want to get to know you – for real.”

His eyes burn with intensity, his arms feel like a home. So under an infinite black sky, bells tolling around us in a city of legends, I whisper a time and place into his ear. “I’ll be there, I promise.” My hand rests on his cheek. “It’s my christmas present to you.”

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Protection: Part 5

Request: Yes / No

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1137

Warnings: Talk of rape

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: After being raped by the Ghoulies Sweet Pea helps you through it.

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Sweet Pea’s POV

It’s been months since Y/N told me she was pregnant and since I kicked her out… The Serpents wouldn’t talk to me anymore and FPp took my jacket. He said if he ever saw my face at the Wyrm again he’d beat the hell out of me. I lost all my friends, hell my family! I lost my world…

I wanted to get her back but I fucked up big time. Nothing I could do would make up what I said or did. I just wanted to hold her… I wanted to take care of her and her child. I wanted it to be our child. I’m so stupid! How could I say it wasn’t a child!? She’s so caring, of course she’d want to keep it…

Y/N’s POV

I was now eight months pregnant and as promised I let Cheryl throw a party. Her and Toni decorated the Wyrm for the baby shower. They had a table in front of the stage, perfectly in the middle. Half the table was pink and said girl while the other half was blue and said boy. There were pink sweets on the girls side and blue sweets on the boys side. Each half of the bar was decorated for each gender. When you walked in you had to vote on what each twins gender was. So far most of the Serpents wanted two little boys while the girls wanted two little girls, a few of my friends voted on one of each. Of course there needed to be alcohol so Veronica suggested a mimosa bar. They set it up on the bar and it was kind of funny seeing a tough biker gang drinking mimosas.

It was a great party and everyone was having a great time but I still just wanted Sweet Pea to talk through those doors… I invited him without anyone else knowing and I really hoped he’d come because I still loved him. I was sitting in a chair opening gifts when the doors opened. Everyone looked up and there he was, the love of my life. My face lit up and tears distorted my vision.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Cheryl growled getting up and walking over with her arms crossed.

“Um… I was invited…” He said standing there awkwardly.

“No you weren’t.” Toni said getting up and stood next to her girlfriend. The rest of the Serpents got up and followed the two girls.

“Get out of here you asshole!” My brother growled.

“Enough!” I shouted standing up and walking over to the group.

“I invited him.” I said and everyone looked at me shocked.

“You invited him? Why?” Jughead asked. Instead of answering him I grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand and walked outside with him.

“Before you hit me or yell at me or whatever can I please say something?” He asked once we were outside. I nodded and waited for him to speak.

“I am so, so, so, sorry about what I said. I’m an asshole and I shouldn’t have said the child wasn’t a child, or that it wasn’t yours, or that you shouldn’t keep it because it’s from a rape. I should have known you’d want to keep it, you’re the most caring person in the world and you’ve always wanted to be a mother…” He said with a sigh.

“I know you won’t let me back in your life but I miss you so much…You’re my world and I just want you back. I want to take care of this child, I want to be apart of this. I love you and I’ll love this child, I promise you.” He said with tears in his eyes. I gently placed my hand on his arm and he looked down at me. I smiled at him and placed my lips on his.

“I’m not totally forgiving you but god did I miss you.” I said once I pulled away. He looked at me shocked but placed his hands on my waist.

“Sweets, I love you and I want you to be part of this life. That’s all I ever wanted…” I said and a few tears fell from my eyes.

“I’ll take care of you and this child.” He said and gently placed a hand on my large belly.

“I’ll do everything I can to make up for what an asshole I am.” He said and kissed my head.

“Let’s go enjoy the party.” I said with a smiled and grabbed his hand. The two of us walked in and everyone gave him an angry look.

“Calm down everyone, everything is fine.” I said with a smile.

“What!? You’re just forgiving him? Just like that?” Fangs asked.

“He’s not entirely forgiven but I want Sweet Pea in my life.” I answered and they all just looked at me.

“Look, I love him and if you can accept that I want him in my life and my child’s life then the two of us can leave.” I said and everyone sighed but nodded. We sat down and finished opening gifts then it was time to revel the genders. Betty and Jughead had gotten a heart shaped blue and pink pinata. Toni and Cheryl filled it the colored candies. FP set it up in the middle of the bar, they moved all the tables and stuff out of the way and handed me a bat to hit it with. Everyone had their phones out ready to record it and see who was right. I was getting ready to hit it when I saw Sweet Pea standing off to the side awkwardly.

“Hold on a sec.” I said and then walked over to him, he looked at me and I smiled up at him.

“Come here.” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the pinata with me. I handed him the bat and a few people groaned, aka Cheryl. Sweet Pea looked at me confused and I just smiled.

“Go on, don’t keep everyone waiting.” I said and he gave me a small smile. He still didn’t realize it was twins so this was going to be a great surprise for him. He took the bat and smashed it into the pinata a few times. Pink and blue fell from the heart and everyone cheered. Sweet Pea dropped the bat and looked at me.

“What?” He asked shocked.

“I’m having twins, a boy and a girl.” I said with a huge smile.

“Wait, twins?” he asked with wide eyes. I nodded and he picked me up twirling me around.

“Careful!” I laughed and he put me down.

“Right…sorry.” He said putting me down and scratched the back of his neck.

“We’re having twins?” He asked nervously. I nodded with a smile.

“We’re having twins.”

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Tricky Treats and Torture Candy (Loki’s Naughty Candy Shop)  Part 1

She stepped over the cracks in the drab concrete, application and resume in hand.  She printed it on plain white nondescript paper.  In the overcast sun, the faded gray streetlamps granted no light to the cramped shaded alley.  Disrepair and neglect crept to the storefront of the Tricky Treats candy store.

She thought, the Tricky Treats Candy Store?  When did that get there?

Her shoulders slumped.  She'd addressed her cover letter and filled out an application for the Torture Candy Sex Shop.  She'd passed the shop on several nights, spotted a Now Hiring sign, googled it, and found her way here.  A similar 'now hiring' sign hung between the brightly colored candy striped pillars of the flamboyant storefront.  In the window, a rainbow assortment of delights awaited purchase; colored spiral pops in purple and pink, orange caps atop magenta bottles, green candy canes, flowers of white icing atop violet petals dotted with tiny red berries their center, plus an oceanwave-like poof of cotton candies dyed blue and spun before a curtain of red Twizzlers all stood in stark contrast against the outside world full of ashen, cracked streets and the chipped, faded paints of the alley walls.  

A bit of her reflection in the glass showed a childlike happiness, a glitter in her eyes at the vision of sweets.  Upon seeing this reflection, she straightened her shoulders and pursed her lips as if to say Happy doesn't look right on me... Ugh, they'll probably force me to smile at this job.  She sighed to herself and entered the store to apply.  The job would not involve sales for the toys she loved, but she figured that at least if they hired her, she would not starve.

So she stepped across the threshold of flamboyancy and into the Tricky Treats Candy Shop, Home of the Trickster's Delight™.

Inside, pinatas of all sorts imaginable hung from the railing of the stairs to the loft, and along the loft railing as well.  A gilded sign and a red velvet rope across the stairs signified that the upstairs area was reserved for employees, only.  A large urn filled with decorated sticks advertized the various prices for the pinatas on display; the sticks were sold separately, and each stick did match a pinata above. Clear jars of candies assorted by color lined a rainbow wall.  A sickeningly pink frilly apron hung upon a coat rack near the door. Sunlight streamed in through the window and highlighted the stacks of Heart Shaped Boxes in various states of decorative gaudiness.  One heart shaped box laid open upon the workspace counter.

The workspace consisted of a reflective epoxy countertop which held an old-timey cash register and a large gumball machine, its globe filled with jawbreakers.  Behind this counter sat a workbench, above which sat shelves of mysterious gift-wrapped product.  An ornate four-tiered cascading chocolate fountain was anchored into the edge of the workbench.  Price tags cut in little squares in pastel colors, some underlined red to denote a sale, marked the shelf under each well-organized line of colorful products.  The products were eclectic in their design; A line of ceramic jars whose lids were replaced with white cloth were tied tight with red hemp.  Tubs and boxes were wrapped in colorful papers and tied tight with hemp or ribbon. Stacks of round, peach colored tins with gold etched in bevels joined gold boxes with red lacquered strawberries on the shelves.  White paper packages with lavender and sky blue labels sat on the shelves above a set of cabinet doors with brass handles.  The thin, babyfaced man behind the counter left this cabinet door ajar, which gave her a glimpse at the rolls of tissue paper and ribbon and wrapping supplies within.  The man snipped a bit of gaudy ribbon, neon orange with a magenta stripe down it's center.  He slipped the ribbon between his elegant pale thumb and the edge of his sharp silver scissors, and pulled.  The ribbon hissed as it slipped between the pad of this thumb and the bladed edge, and curled beautifully at the end of the scrape.  He wound this ribbon onto an equally gaudy heart shaped box before the tiny bell above the door jingled and caused him to look up at her.  She wondered why the bell failed to jingle when she first arrived.  Little did she know, he wondered the same thing.

“My apologies,” he said, “I didn't hear you come in, may I help you find something?”

“I'm... looking for a job if you know where I can find one of those,” she said.

“A jo- Oh, right, the hiring sign,” he said.

He sighed as if he wished someone else he knew would have applied for the job sooner.

“Well,” he said, “let me see your application.  You did bring one, yes?”

“Yes, but um, it was for, hey wait!” she said.

He plucked the papers out of her hand and read over them.  And as he read, his smirk grew.

“Okay dude, look, I was looking for this other place, google said it was right here, and here it isn't, but I still need a job, so-”

“I can't accept this application,” he said.

“Is it because it's for the other place?” she asked.

“What other place?” he asked.

“You know, the sex shop?” she said.

“Oh, no the sex shop is not a problem.  Why would the sex shop be a problem?” he asked.

“I mean, it's not a problem, that's the job I wanted,” she said.

“Hmm. Anyway, I'm afraid I can't accept an application without a name on it,” he said.

“Excuse me?” She said.

He turned the application around to reveal the fields for a first and last name were both blank.  The sight took her aback.  She knew she wrote her name on the application, it was the first thing she did after printing it out.

“Oh, well, I have a pen, may I have the application back and I'll scribble that information in,” she suggested.

“You know it's quite unprofessional, to give an application, resume, and cover letter, all without a name,” he chuckled.

“Quit messin' with me,” she said.

He turned around her resume and cover letter.  Where she had once printed her name in the header in large font capital letters, nothing had printed.  At the end of her cover letter, the last word was “Regards,” without a name written afterwards.  She wondered if she was dreaming, or if she'd had a seizure or stroke at an early age.

“You know, if you don't want them knowing your real name at the sex shop, you can use a fake name,” he suggested.

“Uh, I don't mind if they know my real name,” she said, “they kinda need that for tax purposes, right?”

“Not really.  Do you perhaps have a stripper name?”

“A what?”

“A stripper name.  A street name?  A … sex toy worker name?  Hell, even a tumblr username?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Because we have to put something on this application before you can turn it into the sex shop, and your real name just won't do,” he said, “So, what would you like to be called.... Miss?”

“Communication is usually my strong suit, I apologize, let me just think-”

“Miss Communication, it is, then,” Loki said.

He scribbled Miss Communication on her application.

“Uh...” she stammered.

“Mind if I call you Miss Cum, for short?” He asked.

She burst out laughing.

“Sure, that's fine, just put down whatever you think will land me the job,” she said.

She reached her hand out to him, with the intent of shaking hands.

“So Hi, I'm Miss Communication!  Apparently, I answer to Miss, or Come. What's your name?” she asked.

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently.

“Loki,” he said.

The magic bell tinkled frantically.  Loki looked past Miss' shoulder and squeezed her fingertips in excitement.

“And here comes our most important customer!” he whispered.

He dropped her hand, stood up straight, and brushed his hair back over his ears.  Miss turned, but saw no one in the shop.  

“Quick, hide yourself,” Loki said.

“Eh, what?” she said.  

Loki pulled her behind the counter and pressed for her to stay down.  A shadow passed over the door, and in walked a tall, broad shouldered man with long thick hair and ice blue eyes.  He greeted Loki with a thunderous voice.

“Hello again!” the man said!

“Ah, Thor! Welcome back!  How are you today?”

“I'm well!  Thank you for asking,” Thor said.

Miss peeked over the counter.  She lost the will to hide upon seeing the tan muscular man's broad smile.

“Holy shit,” she said as she popped up from behind the counter.

“Oh, hello!” Thor said.

Loki cleared his throat.

“Thor, this is Miss, Miss, Thor.  Miss, could you go run the IC inventory in the stockroom for me?” Loki said.

“Hi,” Miss said to Thor.

Under the counter, Loki pushed her away from them.

“Get lost, I have work to do,” Loki muttered.

“Uh huh,” Miss said.

Thor smiled, looked at his feet and scoffed to himself.  He looked back to the pair, locked eyes with Miss, and spoke eagerly.

“So I came by to pick up something special for my girlfriend,” he said.

Miss' jaw tightened in pained disappointment as Thor emphasized the word girlfriend, however, she retained her goofy grin.  Thor turned his attention onto Loki.

“And I just knew you'd have something amazing for me to give her,” Thor said.

“Well, I was just working on something amazing, but it's not quite done yet!” Loki said.

Loki waved his elegant hand over the gaudy heart-shaped box with the crazy magenta striped neon orange ribbon.

“Perfect! I have some time, is it a bother if I stay?  I love to watch you work,” Thor crooned.

“I vote stay,” Miss said.

Loki, blushing from the compliment, elbowed her.  He gave her a look that both silenced and comforted her.  His look was one part “you're in no trouble, but play along,” and one part “let me handle this, I've got a plan.”

“Of course it's no bother!” Loki said to Thor.

To Miss, he whispered, “keep quiet or you're fired before you even fill out the w-4.”

Loki cleared his throat and returned to work.

“Trainees,” he scoffed, “am I right?”

Loki curled another ribbon for the gaudy heart-shaped box.  He selected a cardboard insert for the box and lined it with an azure tissue paper. He side-eyed Miss as he took a gold tin with enamel cherries inlaid from the freezer.  Miss looked at Thor.  Thor beamed, concentrated on everything Loki did.  Miss turned her attention to Loki.  He removed a small red fruit, a cherry.  The neglected cherry pitter rested on a hook on a pegboard near the fountain.  He dipped the cherry, pit and all, into the fountain by the stem, and sat it upon a tiny circle of pinkish paper.  After repeating this process six more times, he reached for a shaker full of sprinkles.  Miss watched as his hand glided past the sprinkles and to what appeared to be a shaker of crushed red pepper.  He shook out an even coating of the pepper, then reached for a pippete bag, filled with a hot pink icing.  He wound the stem in spiral of this icing and wrapped these six up.  He transferred them to six out of the thirteen divots in the cardboard spacer.  He then prepared to make six more, but as Miss squinted, she noticed that whatever fruit he pulled did not look like a ripe cherry.  This fruit looked wrinkled.  As he pulled the next one, she spotted it clearly; these were carolina reapers.

Miss's eyes widened and she looked at Thor to see if he noticed.  He had the exact same studious, unchanged beaming smile on his face as when Loki first began his work.  Reapers dipped, iced, and wrapped up, six more filled the divots.  Loki pulled a special clear plastic container from the stainless steel refrigerator.  Inside, a piece that looked like an ornate corsage shone through with pearlescent violet petals and dewdrops crafted with boiled sugar glaze.  Loki uncovered the artisenal confection, scooped it into the center of the heart-shaped box.  Thor beamed.

“Beautiful,” Thor said.

“Thank you for the compliment, I am glad you enjoy it!” Loki said.

He closed up the box and sealed it with the gaudy neon ribbon.  Thor took out his wallet, handed Loki some bills, received his change and left with a polite wave to Miss.  She watched his sculpted ass as he left.  As the magic bell tinkled to denote his exit, Miss turned to Loki with her hand in the air.

“Fuck the hell yes!  Way to get my back with that mystery girlfriend, you are awesome!” she said.

“Your back?  I've been poisoning this mystery bitch for months, believe me, Miss, I am doing this all for myself,” he said.

“Wait, for clarity, you gay is good, you poisoning people is bad,” she said.

“Oh please, I never send her anything I wouldn't let him eat on accident. So no, it won't kill her, not that I haven't thought about it, but I want it to make her wish she was dead,” Loki said, “so at this point I've hit her with the hottest, foulest, nastiest flavoring I can find and she still won't fucking break up with him.”  

He slumped hopelessly against the counter and looked toward the door with longing.

“He must be absolutely incredible in the sack,” he said.

“Have you tried sending him back with, like, normal shit?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like, normal, delicious chocolates, in a pretty box with a nice note,” she said.

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“Because, I mean, he keeps bringing her what you send, doesn't that kinda mean she likes it?”

Loki sighed.

“You might be right.  He's a kinky bitch, I know that,” Loki said, “it's very possible she likes the suffering.”

“How do you know he's kinky?” Miss asked.

“Work here for a couple of weeks,” Loki said, “you'll understand real quick.”

“So, does that mean I got the job?” Miss asked.

“Can you start tonight?” Loki asked.

“Uh, I mean, I'm here, so, sure, I guess?” Miss asked.

“Then you're hired,” Loki said, “go put on that apron.”

She looked to the coat rack by the door, upon which the sickeningly pink frilly apron hung.  She looked back to his uniform, a striped shirt and black slacks and tie.

“I don't have to wear one if you don't,” she said.

“You're no fun,” he said.

“Look, if I'm really working here tonight, you should probably show me what I'm supposed to be doing,” she said. “Oh, you're working,” Loki said, “I was just about to take down the Now Hiring sign and lock up for the night.”

“Wait, if I'm working tonight, and you're locking up now, what am I supposed to do?”

“Training,” he said cryptically.

He walked out the door and tugged on the Now Hiring sign.  He turned the hanging Open signboard to Closed on his way back inside.  The neon open signs shut themselves off, and velvet curtains of deep violet descended over the windows to hide the treats within.

“Miss? I'll need you to stand over here, please,” Loki said.  

He gently held her by the wrist and guided her away from the workspace. The business cards on the cash register each jumped into the air and flipped, one by one.  Before the jump, each white card read “Tricky Treats Candy Shop, Home of the Trickster's Delight™!” in candyapple red ink.  After the flip, the black backside of each card contained candyapple red lettering which read “Torture Candy Sex Shop” and in much smaller letters below, “(Also the Home of the Trickster's Delight™)”.

“What the theoretical fuck,” she muttered.

“Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not accustomed to having others in the shop for the transition,” he said, “please pardon me.”

Loki pulled her against his chest just as a squadron of sexy mannequins pranced past with boxes of gear.  She yelped as their chests collided.  He slid his hand to the small of her back and took her other hand in his.  He pushed his right toe between her feet, then kicked it out to step to the right, pushing her foot to the right in the process, causing her to step to the right along with him.

“Terribly sorry, try to keep the tip of your toes pointed towards mine, and if I push, you step back,” he said as he pushed her.

She stepped back.  A mannequin bolted behind Loki, hauling the hot, still cascading chocolate fountain.

“And if I pull you, you step forward,” he instructed.

His right foot stepped backward, so she stepped forward with her left, kept the toes of her left shoe pressed against the toe of his right. He pulled her, she stepped forward as he stepped back.  She collided against him as he stopped abruptly.  Mannequins shot by them on every side, and when he pushed her forward again his legs spread to take impossibly long steps.  She strained and reached backwards with her heels in an attempt to keep up with his wide gait.  The inner seams of their pants crossed paths and built friction between their legs as they waltzed among the chaos.  He pressed his back against the back of a bent mannequin, which lifted and swiveled to its left.  Loki swiveled to his left, kept their backsides together, and Miss twirled to the right to compensate.  The mannequin walked away and Loki swiveled again.  When Miss twirled herself into place, she felt her rump brush against the edge of the counter.

“Up,” he said.

He lifted on her waist, and she bounced up to sit on the counter.  He jumped up and straddled her lap with his knees on the countertop as a mannequin ran a swiffer broom beneath them.  She looked at him with a face full of uncertainty at the correctness of their intimate proximity.  Loki smirked.  His eyebrows darted up for a instant, as he pulled away from her face and pressed against her breastbone.

“Down,” he said.

He pushed her, and her back hit flat against the countertop, as he himself hopped down and ducked below the counter until his head sunk between her open thighs.  She could not see this, as her head hung free over the opposite edge of the counter. When she looked to the ceiling, just overhead, a metal bar containing many hangers full of lingerie swished over her.  She sat up to find Loki's smirking face still between her legs.  She pointed her finger right to the cute bridge of his pale nose.

“Not unpleasant, but not okay,” she said.

“I do hope you'll pardon the mess,” he replied, “things get a bit different in here come sundown, nothing looks the same after dark here.  Not even me.”

A lollipop tree swept over his head, over her lap, and her finger caught a clear red pop.  She caught it as it fell from the tree, before it could bonk Loki on the head.  She looked down at him.  His baby face appeared to age.  The smooth, porcelain skin grew a touch more loose and porous.  Parentheses like creases pressed themselves into the edges of his muzzle, crows feet imprinted at the corners of his intense eyes.  The kiss of age rendered him no less attractive, only different.  Miss lifted the gemlike red candy.

“Can I have this,” she asked.

He stood up, put his hands around her waist and drew her from the countertop.  He took the lollipop from her and flung her towards the entrance door, but kept hold of her hand as a line of mannequins ducked down and shuffled between them under their arms.  He lifted their hands and spun back into her arms.  While he spun, he dropped the lollipop back into a second mobile lollipop tree and withdrew a different, teddy bear shaped pop.  He unwrapped it and presented it to her.

“How about this one,” he said, “it's safer!”

“Sure,” she said.

She bit the head of the lollipop and closed her lips around its round waist.  A mannequin barreled toward the two of them.  Loki, wide eyed, silently asked for a little push.  Miss pushed him forward as she pushed herself back out of its path.  Her heel caught some unseen obstacle as she stepped back.  Loki wheeled to face her, grabbed her palm as she fell, yanked her towards him, spun her back into his arms.  She looked up at him wide eyed, and sucked down the cherry flavor from her teddy bear lolly.  The magic bell tinkled out an alarm.  The mannequin squad jumped, scrambled to their final positions.  Outside the last rays of sun disappeared behind the mountains.  The candies that were left on the shelves transformed into various adult novelties and sexy sundries.  The assorted candies in the stacked glass bowls became individually wrapped specialty condoms, energy pills, and single use lubricant packets.  Packets of Fruit Stripe Gum unwrapped themselves and reformed into striped edible underwear, as displayed on one previously nude mannequin. Packets of twizzlers unwound and tied themselves in intricate Japanese knots around a rope-bondage mannequin.  The long, twisted spiral lollies in the vase turned into pyrex wands.  Miss' wide eyed expression turned to one of concerned confusion as her teddy bear melted in her mouth to take the form of a small cherry red anal plug. As she continued to suck on this new-found pacifier, it provided the same cherry flavor.

“That one does look cute in you,” he said.

He stretched out a long, elegant finger and pressed the button on the butt of the plug.  It wobbled, then the edges of Miss' lips blurred as the vibrator whirred.  She pushed the button and it pulsed rapidly, pushed once more and it switched off.  She pulled the plug from her lips with a slurp and stared at it in suspicion.  Loki smirked at her, and each new wrinkle the sunset brought with it displayed itself upon his face.

“You seem shocked at the change,” Loki said.

“I'm just surprised that it's still cherry flavored, considering, y'know, where it usually goes,” she said.

She popped the plug back in her mouth and continued to suck on it.  Loki chuckled.

“You're going to have a lot to learn from my clientele, I can already tell.”

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Wan High Weeping (Chapter 28)

Katara wished that she hadn’t let Aang run off, in retrospect it would be her fault if things went unwell for both she and him. They should have just stuck together. She should have known that Sokka would get wrapped up in the party and forget about her. Frankly she didn’t understand why spin the bottle appealed to him at all, considering he had a pregnant girlfriend. In equal part, she didn’t understand why Suki didn’t have a problem with it. The more she thought about it the more frustrated she got. With nothing better to do, she flipped through the pages of her book.

She heard footsteps behind her and jerked. "Wow there, it's just me."

 Giving the book a good slam she exclaimed, "well gee, thanks, Sokka!" She was growing more frustrated by the second. He knew very well that she was on edge and he was going out of his way to bother her. Just like everything else, this whole thing was a joke.

 She noticed him rising his hands, the gesture only irked her more. "You're jumpy tonight."

 "I know right, it's almost like I have a stalker or something who just so happens to be at this party. It's not like I came here because my older brother said that he'd hang out with me." And now came the part where she blamed herself. Because, really, who else was to blame. "Wow. I'm such an idiot. I can't believe I thought that this would go well…" She knew very well that it was going to be an awful time but she took the optimistic route and went against her gut.

 "Come on, Kat. Now you're making me feel bad."

 "You should feel bad." Suki said for her. "We told her that we'd make sure she had a good time tonight and we decided to play spin the bottle instead."

 Katara thought that she muttered an apology as well but she was pretty much done listening. She was at her wits end. She was really only a finger’s length away from snapping at one or both of them. Why, oh, why had she let Aang leave?

Sokka sat down next to her and she made a point of ignoring him. Though she didn’t know if that was a good idea. He and Suki were pretty much her only line of defense at this crazy party. This crazy party that was sending her anxiety soaring through the roof. She should have stayed home and carved pumpkins with Hakoda and watched Halloween specials with Kya. Spending the night at home with her parents like the dork she was, would have been the wiser choice.

 “Want to have a go at the pinata?” Suki tried.

“Might help you let out some of that tension.” Sokka added

 The only things she wanted to take a bat to right then were Jet’s kneecaps. But she didn’t protest and allowed the couple to lead her over to the pinata. She offered it a good swing but barely put a dent in it so she passed it to Suki, opting to look over her shoulder again.

There he was.

Watching her.

But only until he met her gaze, then he was back in the crowed again, probably off to harass someone else for a moment.

 She stepped to the side for a swarm of people to pick up the candy that flowed from the pinata. At least now she could do something else, she didn’t see the point in breaking the pinata only to have to fight for the prize.

 "The baby wants to take a trip to the concessions stand."

 "The baby or Suki?" Sokka asked.

 Apparently, that was their new thing, asking if Suki wanted to do something or if it was the baby. Katara supposed that it didn’t matter who was asking, she was getting kind of hungry anyways. She gave her approval of their new activity idea and they were on their way, but not before Sokka could make another one of his needlessly sexual jokes, “but the real snack is right here." That kind of humor never struck her fancy and it certainly wasn’t earning him any brownie points that night."Eww, gross." She swatted him. "Not in front of your little sister."

 Katara didn’t really know what she had expected. But the pair, though they sat with her, basically ignored her to flirt with each other and give bedroom eyes. She whipped out her book again, she might as well be in the safety of her home doing that. But no, she had taken Sokka’s word. Sokka and Suki’s…she might just find a seat a Teo’s lunch table on Monday.

.oOo.

 "Oh, hi Katara!" TyLee’s voice was the first pleasing sound that she had heard all night. She didn’t know how she had forgotten about TyLee! Maybe Aang was busy with Moo-Chee and maybe her brother and Suki were busy with each other. But it looked like Mai had ran off too. They were in the same dismal boat and in the same dangerous waters.

 Katara set her book down and wrapped her arm around the girl. “Where’s Mai?”

 TyLee shrugged. “She’s not in a good mood tonight.”

 “Is she ever?” Katara asked.

 TyLee thought for a moment. “She used to smile more. Anyways she kind of just snuck off after she saw the whole Azula thing...”

 The Azula thing? Katara wondered.

 “I feel kind of bad, ya know? I was going to say something but Usha kind of beat me to it and then Azula left. I don’t think she even noticed me.”

 “What Azula thing?” Katara asked. “What happened.” She didn’t care for gossip, but she’d probably hear about it anyways, she might as well get it from a more reliable source.

 “To be honest, I don’t exactly know what happened. She was eating a lot though.”

 Katara furrowed her brows. “Teo mentioned something like that to me.”  Azula was the last person that she wanted to sympathize with, but she was making a tad too easy. Before she could really put any pieces together she was interrupted by a sharp and jesting wail.

 "You better not!"

 But Sokka was already licking Suki’s face.

 The entirety of Katara’s own bunched up in disgust. "Really, Sokka?"

 She watched Suki smash a brownie into his face.

 "That's fair."

 TyLee was rather gleeful. "You guys are funny."

 "I do my best." Sokka replied with as stupid half bow.

 But Katara wasn’t amused in the slightest. "You two need to get a room, that's what you need to do." She fixed him with her best angry glare. She barely listened to his equally as idiotic joke. "Ya know what, Sokka? Sure. It's whatever you want it to be.” She picked up her book, hopped off of her chair, and stomped…well, she didn’t know which direction she was stomping in, but she was stomping.

 "Katara!" She almost didn’t hear TyLee. Even though she did, she kept walking, she didn’t want Sokka nor Suki to follow her. It was only when she gained a safe distance that she slowed her pace.

 “Are you okay?” TyLee asked.

 “Just perfect!” Katara threw her hands up.

 “What’s going on?”

 “I only came to this ridiculous party because Sokka said that we’d be hanging out, but all he wants to do is flirt with Suki. I swear he’s probably the horniest idiot alive!”

 TyLee laughed softly, rubbing at her bicep. “I know what you’re feeling. I’m only here because Mai said that she wanted to hang out.” Her face fell. “People have been really…distant lately and I don’t know if it’s me or them or all of us.”

 Katara tried to think of a response.

 “I think that it might be me. I’ve been kind of a downer lately. I pulled away from Azula.”

 “Why?”

 “I was kind of getting tired of watching her pick on you and other people. She wanted me to join her like usual and I just don’t like making people sad.” TyLee replied.

 That cheered Katara up some. “That means a lot TyLee.”

 “But I pushed Mai away and the girls on my poms team too.” She sighed. “Everyone is so used to peppy, happy TyLee, that when she’s gone, they leave too.” She paused. “I can’t be happy all the time…”

 “Why aren’t you happy?”

 “It starts with a J and its dressed like a zombie.”

 “I wish he was a zombie. Then we could take him down and no one would care.” Katara agreed. She tired to smile but she partly blamed herself for TyLee’s problems. She had a hunch that Jet had used TyLee as a rebound. If only she hadn’t broken up with him…

Now she was thinking all crazy. Of course she had to break up with him.

She just wished that she knew how to be rid of him entirely.

 She wished that he wasn’t leering at her from his spot by the punch bowl.

 She turned back to TyLee, trying her hardest to ignore him and the vibes that he was sending. She finished off the lollipop she was holding and took a sip of apple cider. She looked back in Jet’s direction but she had lost sight of him.

Maybe it would be a good idea to stare him down all night.

 Uneasily she asked TyLee if she knew which direction he had went in. Katara set her cup down and beckoned for TyLee to follow her. She did a decent sweep of the areas closest to them before returning to her seat with know insight as to where Jet had disappeared too.

 She decided that it was indeed, much worse when she couldn’t see him.

 .oOo.

 Katara just wanted to go home. TyLee or not the party was taking a massive toll. The room was getting stuffy and her glittery make up was starting to feel scratchy. Evidently, she was feeling a little dizzy so she took another sip of her drink. There were way too many bodies in that room and they were only making the temperature rise. She never did do good in the heat. She drank another sip. Evidently the whole party scene was making her feel nauseous.

 She wanted to call Sokka so badly, but she also wanted to stay mad and let him know that she was furious. The best way to accomplished that, she had found over the years, was to ignore him and his childish antics.

Lord, her stubbornness was going to be the death of her.

 “I have to go to the bathroom.” TyLee noted. “Come with?”

 “Yeah, sure.” Katara nodded. She didn’t exactly have to go, but she didn’t want to be alone either so she followed TyLee passed the kitchen and into a hallway. It was easy to forget how many of these parties TyLee probably attended, until she watched her navigate the house with ease.

 TyLee found the correct door and slipped in with an, “I’ll be quick.”

 Katara nodded, thinking that she had made the right call. She was still a little fuzzy but with some distance from the pounding music and the disorientation of the flashing strobe lights, she was starting to feel a little better.

Better but sleepy.

 She checked her phone for the time. Nearly 12:30. She groaned, she should have been in bed an hour ago at most. Ideally, she would have been in bed three hours ago. This party, if not her stubbornness, was going to be the death of her.

 “Hey kitty Kat.”

 The slow drawl sent a chill down her spine.

 “I was hoping we could have a one on one conversation.” Jet smirked.

 She looked at the bathroom door. She really didn’t want to ditch TyLee. But she had to get away from Jet. She was certain that TyLee would understand. Hell, TyLee might even thank her for leading Jet away from her. So she made a run for it.

 It was hard to text Sokka while running. It was harder still with her head spinning. It was too hot. There were too many people. Yet Jet was the only person she could see. She had to find someone, anyone. Oh, where was Aang?

 Hell, she’d take help from Mai if she could pick her out in the crowd.

 She spied Moo-Chee striding triumphantly back towards his corner. That meant that Aang had to be nearby! Relief coursed through her as she spotted a bald head in the crowd. “Aang!”

 From the look of it, he hadn’t heard her. So Katara cried out again, this time with more power and desperation. “Aang, please!”

 An arm snaked around hers. Her heart raced. She was going to have to fight. She hadn’t hit or shoved anyone since the elementary school playground. She gave Jet a good knee to the stomach. She heard the air woosh from his lungs, but his grip on her arm only tightened. So she clawed at his arm. She was feeling so faint and oh so hot. “Aang!” She called out again, knowing very well that he wasn’t there. Why wasn’t Sokka answering her?

Was he that mad?

She should have texted Suki and TyLee too.

 She was such a fool.

A fool for coming to this party.

And a fool for doing so with no plan in mind.

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Patch x Leafos fanfiction: The Festival

Hello people, I finally finished this fanfic, after like two weeks or so. I must say, I’m really proud of this ^^; Reblogs and likes are really appreaciated.

It's been a good couple of months since Leafos decided to be Doc Patchingo's assistant. Patch wouldn't really admit it to anyone but he really liked her, she is an excellent assistant but she can say things that make the poor doctor blush and sweat from embarrassment. But one very thing that Patch was grateful for was whenever Dastardos would show up, she would help him stand up for himself when Dastardos was taunting, teasing or trying to cause him bodily harm and that got on Dastardos' nerves.

Today, Patch had a day off and that meant Leafos had a day off as well, and usually Patch slept the entire day but not this time. Today there was a festival organised by the one and only Eddie Lizard one of the richest people on Pinata Island and a good friend of Patch as well and that's why Patch was invited and he could bring someone with him but only one person. Patch didn't had many people that he trusted, Maxime was always a bit loud and she would tease him a bit besides Eddie likes her a lot and she is probably already invited, he would invite Eddie but its Eddie's party in the first place so he didn't need an invitation, the only person for him to bring with him was Leafos.

Patch isn't the best with talking to girls and he wasn't especially good with talking to cute girls like Leafos, so he would have to invite without fainting from embarrassment or making a complete moron of himself.

He walked up to Leafos' house, hoping he would see Jardinero. He knocked on the door twice, he then looked at the ground while fiddling with his fingers. Finally Leafos opened the door and looked at the doctor with a soft smile, "Hello Patch! I didn't expect to see, I though you would be sleeping." she said in her usually Irish accent. Patch blushed a bit and gave her an invitation for Eddie's festival, "I-I just wanted to ask y-you, er if you w-want to go t-to the festival with m-m-me that Eddie organised..." he stuttered as he avoided eye contact with her. Leafos put her hand on her mouth, and took the invitation, her cheeks went a bit pink, she then smiled at the doctor and nodded, "Oh of course, I'll come with you! I see you at 8pm at the festival then." she said as she gave him a warm smile and closed the the door. Patch laughed in triumph, he then happily walked back to his clinic.

As soon as Patch arrived at his clinic, he began to get ready for the festival, he put on his tux and his blue bow tie, he kept his money helmet on. Finally when it 6:30pm, Patch stared to make his way to the festival.

The festival was very lively and colourful, and there was a lot of people, like Maxime, Storkos, Seedos, Petual, just to name a few since there is more people at the festival. As soon as Patch stepped a foot where the festival was, he good a friendly hug from Eddie, "Hello Patch! I'm glad to see you pal! So tell me, did you bring anyone else?" asked the rich boy dressed in a nice colorful tux and a feathery flashy mask. Patch suddenly clapped his hands on his head, he forgot to bring Leafos with him. He frantically looked around, "I-I...er...uh..." he stuttered, he then felt someone touching his shoulder gently, he turned around to see Leafos, she had a beautiful blue dress, sky blue gloves and a delicate blue mask with darker patches of blue on it. "I need did brought someone with him." said Leafos in happy voice, as she looked at Patch who was blushing and sweating like crazy. Eddie laughed and bowed elegantly, "Alrighty then! I welcome you to my festival, have fun you two!" he exclaimed in his charming tone of voice, he then quickly got next to Patch and nudged him with his elbow, "I'm glad you found a girlfriend." whispered Eddie, he giggled as he saw Patch blush.

So far so good was going for both Patch and Leafos, there was plenty of food, drinks and even some small shops. Finally there was a karaoke machine, right now Gretchen was singing, her voice was phenomenal and pleasing to hear. There were couples dancing around, the song. that Gretchen was singing was slow and calm. Leafos suddenly looked at Patch with a smile on her face, she then grabbed his arm and pulled him where everybody was dancing or at least where couples where dancing. Patch started to sweat like crazy, he doesn't know how to dance, "L-Leafos...I-I don't know how to dance..." he spluttered as he looked at Leafos with worry under his bangs, "Don't worry Patch, just repeat what I'm doing and you'll be fine." she assured him gently as she looked at him and smiled.

But up there in one of trees, Dastardos sitting and looking down at Patch and Leafos, who where dancing, Leafos was smiling while Patch blushing and nervously smiling at Leafos. Right next to him was Seedos who decided to take a small break, he looked at his brother, "Relax...I'm sure they are just having fun..." he said quietly, Dastardos just made a sour expression "This moron shouldn't even think about doing anything to her." he hissed spitefully as he squinted his eyes at Patch. Seedos sighed, his brother was clearly overreacting, "Well, it could've been worse you know..." he mumbled as he looked down at his sister and the doc.

Things were okay for Patch so far, he hadn't done anything stupid which was good at least it was good for him. Leafos' eyes shone and she smiled at Patch, she then stopped dancing and Patch stopped as well. "Patch...I want to show you something...promise me that you'll never forget it." she whispered to him, Patch shuddered and looked at Leafos, one of his eyes exposed to look at her directly. "A-alright, s-s-show me." he whispered back to her, before he knew it Leafos gently put her lips against his and embraced him in the process. Patch's eyes widen under his bangs, and his face became red from embarrassment, Leafos then broke the kiss and looked at Patch, "I think I've been your assistant for a very long time now...don't you think we should take a step further? What do you say, do you want to be...my boyfriend?" she asked him as he looked at Patch who had his jaw wide open from shock. The doc looked at Leafos and nervously nodded as he smiled at her, "I...would love to..." he said to her without stuttering and Leafos found that impressive. Both of them hugged each other as the night sky was covered in beautiful shiny stars, and the moonlight covered the whole festival.

Dastardos obviously saw all of this and he was about to scream but thankfully Seedos covered his mouth in time. "Shh! Be quiet!" he nervously whispered as he looked at his brother with worry. "This-bastard! He is dating-! My little sister!" Dastardos whispered furiously as if he was about to explode and give away his location where he was hiding, Leafos' lips touched Patch's filthy lips, ugh!

He reached out to his hair to pull out his whacking stick, "Next time I see him! I will break his spine!" he hissed with wrath and venom in his voice, Seedos just sighed and shook his head, his brother's temper was quite thin, wasn't it?

#viva pinata #viva pinata fanfic #patch x leafos #my fanfic

[rinnnyxr]

Today you: visited a psychologist peed your pants were denied an entry to a club played video games wished for something bad to happen to someone you knew took a shower with someone else hurt an animal lied on this survey lost your virginity shaved your chest watched a movie/series you haven’s seen before puked were happy went to a store didn’t shower yet listened to one song on repeat finished someone else’s food or drink made fun of someone logged into Facebook drank coffee

This week, you: fell asleep in class/at work got bullied shoplifted fooled around with someone at a party wore a push-up bra broke up with someone saw someone naked got a ticket drank tea donated found a new song you like told a joke that no one liked had to repress your feelings towards someone got drunk with a family member were in a love triangle felt jealous ate meat sang in the shower slept in a car smoked

This month, you: felt like killing someone peed outside wore UGG boots got drunk had a surgery lost a family member pranked someone went to a protest rode a motorcycle clogged a toilet had a surprise party danced were in a car accident experienced something paranormal owned an iPhone saw someone in need of help peed in the shower were in a relationship lasting longer than a year had a bloody nose peed while standing up

This year, have you: pulled an all-nighter lied about your age stolen from a friend cried yourself to sleep wore new clothes slept in until 5 pm streaked been a good person fantasized about someone read the Bible been bitten by a dog been afraid of bugs snoozed your alarm more than 2 times eaten at McDonald’s made new friends gotten into a relationship had nightmares drunk coffee lied to get a job stolen money from your family swum in the ocean been suspended from school been to a funeral had a trainer or a mentor been fired from a job gone to the gym told a racist joke seen Frozen been to a church uploaded something funny been in a band gotten a new car felt sick gone public without a bra shot a gun wore skinny jeans had intimate relationship with someone fallen asleep in the cinema stolen cried

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This year so far, have you broken up with someone via text message been allergic to something played spin the bottle put makeup on found money on the floor been a bully been scared at a horror movie gotten hit by a car seen my best friend naked played the same song on repeat a few times played with a hula hoop flashed your boobs at a concert hated Mondays been broken up with gone to a club seen your father read your significant other’s text messages farted in public seen The Titanic locked yourself out of your house had a homosexual experience lost your virginity had a teacher you liked worn a thong bribed someone lost your contact lenses/glasses meditated been to Disneyland slept with someone else’s boyfriend/girlfriend had a boyfriend prank called anyone touched an electric fence aced a test driven an automatic had a friend who betrayed you gotten fooled on April Fools given someone a fake phone number played with LEGO had a sibling smoked a cigarette been called a tease been on TV or radio kept an ex’s underwear changed clothes in a vehicle peed in a sink stayed a night in a hospital witnessed something paranormal made fun of feminism been to a wedding worn underwear from someone of the opposite sex smoked a cigar broken a pinata laughed so hard you peed walked for more than six hours tried to get your crush drunk tried lucid dreaming been to a concert seen The Lion King had a discussion with a teacher traveled alone aced a test without studying had sex cheated on a test or exam played paintball sung karaoke read a whole Harry Potter book used discount coupons secretly read someone’s diary wanted to get married listened to pop music knitted got punched in the face been clinically depressed had surgery sleepwalked tripped in public gotten asked if I had some drugs to sell walked a moonlit beach gambled been in a church tried to guess someone’s password had a gaming console had a romantic relationship with two different people at the same time had a girlfriend broken a bone forgotten my friend’s birthday

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Bold all of the awkward situations you've been in:

Asked someone to repeat something more than two times... and still didn't understand what they said

While doing a test, your stomach began to growl loudly over and over again

Called your teacher mom/dad

Froze while talking to your crush

Laughed at what someone said because you didn't hear them

Made eye contact with someone you kind of knew in public and didn't say anything

Waved at someone only to find out they weren't waving at you

Gave someone a high five even though they were giving you props, or vice versa

Went to the bathroom and walked in on someone by accident

Said something behind someone's back only to find them behind you

Made eye contact with a stranger and didn't look away

Said a joke and laughed at it while everyone else remained silent

Farted loudly in public

Said goodbye to someone then proceeded to walk in the same direction as them

Kept interrupting someone by accident and repeated "no, you go ahead" over and over

Walked into the wrong class

Made small talk then sat in awkward silence

Was forced to work on a project with someone you hated and had to pretend you didn't hate them

Watched a movie with your parents and had to pretend you didn't notice the sex scenes

Got caught staring at someone you liked... more than once

Had a waiter say to you "enjoy the food" and responded with "thanks, you too"

Pushed a door that said "pull" or vice versa

Got caught masturbating

Had to do ice breaker games and said something uninteresting

Placed a dish in the sink while someone was doing the dishes

Had to respond to the dentist's small talk even though you had tools in your mouth

Went to an event and found someone wearing the same/almost the same outfit as you

Accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom

Had to quickly put your change away because there was people waiting in line

Had a waiter ask you "how is the food" and you couldn't respond because you were eating

Clogged the toilet in someone else's bathroom

Tried a new food and didn't like it, but didn't want to be rude so you pretended to enjoy eating it

Had your phone ring during a movie at the theatre

Sent a text to the wrong person

Stalked someone's account and accidentally liked an old post

Had someone hold a door for you then had to speed walk so they wouldn't have to wait that long

Bumped into your ex

Had a bad first kiss

Went in for a hug when the person was only going to give you a hand shake or vice versa

Was the last person picked for a team

Had a boner while doing a presentation

Doubled texted and got left on read

Tripped on air

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You always have the most fire outfits You're always hyping up your friends You've never the first one to make a move Your instagram feed is very aesthetically pleasing You give out compliments like candy In fact, you rarely have a bad thing to say about anyone You always tell people right away if they have something stuck in their teeth You love stuffed animals You love real animals, too, and have rescued one You have great table manners You're wildly skilled when it comes to TikTok dances You have a butterfly emoji next to your name on Instagram or Snapchat You use the sparkle ✨emoji pretty frequently You've planned at least part of your life via Pinterest board You love watching clothing hauls and makeup tutorials on YouTube You're a big fan of hugging and hand holding You tend to be pretty quiet at social gatherings Your laptop case and water bottle are covered in stickers Your go-to Starbucks order is a refresher or iced tea You always look cute at the gym The group chat sees your selfies before social media does You love calling people by nicknames or pet names You're very diligent about your skincare regimen You always write out your schedule in a planner or bullet journal Your star sign is Libra, Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, or Cancer You doodle in the margins of your notes a lot in class You're the peacemaker of your friend group You have a large scented candle collection You look forward to sweater weather all year long You use a lot of exclamation points in texts and emails

[sueboohscorner]

#APBio S1, Ep. 6 "Freakin Enamored" Recap/Review

From back shamming of an art piece that leads to protest to a teacher trying to hook up with his student's mother. Here's a look at this week's A.P. Bio. After failing to get a date in the town and finding out that his enemy is dating Lisa Loeb, Jack asked his students for a plan but gets a surprise when he sees that his students have brought their parents for Parent Day. After calming them down and telling how everyone of their kids is getting an A and given some much feed back, Devin's mother comes in late and gets Jack's attention from start. Quickly, Jack and Devin's mother hit it off quick and comes over for dinner at her place. Just as when the dinner was going good, Devin shows up and ruins it for Jack. The next day, Jack takes back Devin's A and turns it into an F and gets the class discussing about dating Devin's mother. After doing pros and cons, Jack decides to date Devin's mother and help him build a rocket. But the truth comes out when Devin's hopes of his real dad would come over and Jack blurs out about what he wanted to do with his mother and both of them tell him to "get!"

Meanwhile, during the Parents Day, parents had concern about Mary's bareback sketch showing in school and Principle Ralph took it down. That caused the teachers and students to fight for bare back rights and all art. It goes so far that the students were hitting off a Ralph look a like pinata. Ralph did change his mind and gets quite openly about Mary's art, but she took it away from him.

The next day, Jack learns that he and Devin aren't that different when it comes to their dads, as both of them hate them, while the others in their class love theirs. Jack decides to help him out again with the father-son rocket but this time they would shoot a golf ball at their rockets but instead lands on one of the kids and they both ran before anyone would see. "Freakin' Enamored" was a very well written that had some well developed characters. The performances from Howerton, Oswalt, Jacob McCarthy, Arm and Mary Sohn were amazing and hilarious. Not to mention Lisa Loeb and Erin Hayes' guest appearance on the show as Miles' new girlfriend and Devin's mother.I couldn't get enough of the Parents Day one on one meeting with Jack, which was amazing especially watching Heather and her parents and Sarika and her mother.  Overall, I give this episode a 8/10. You can catch A.P. Bio Thursdays at 8:30/7:30c on NBC.

#APBio #A.P. Bio #Season 1 #Episode 6 #NBC #Thursday Night #Thursday Night Comedy #Thursday Night TV #SuperGoodThursday #Comedy

[iamartemisday]

Jane Foster Week Day Six

.06 Jane in Ragnarok

“Dr. Foster, over here!”

“Ms. Foster, can you comment on Thor’s absence during the Sokovia Accords?”

“Do you know anything about his current whereabouts!”

“Dr. Foster!”

“Dr. Foster!”

Jane slammed the door in the reporter’s face. She might have pushed too hard and whacked him in the nose. If she did, she hoped it hurt.

They banged on her door for a few more seconds before giving up and returning to their hiding places in the bushes. Jane’s new lab would be all over the internet by tomorrow accompanied by inane headlines.

‘Former Girlfriend of Thor Living In Lab.’

‘Jane Foster’s Single Life. Does She Miss Her Godly Lover?’

‘Scientist Makes Strides in Interdimensional Travel But Who Cares About That Let’s Talk About Her Dating Life!’

A camera flash went off at the window. Jane rushed over to pull the shades down, then proceeded to do the same for every other window in her lab/temporary living arrangments, plunging the lab into darkness.

“That’s it,” Jane seethed as she slid to the floor beside the kitchen window. “I’m putting in a security system.”

** Two weeks and one very elaborate security installation later, Jane was jolted awake from a peaceful slumber by six alarms going off at once. One from outside warning her an unauthorized person was on her property, one from the front door letting her know they’d picked the lock, and four from various points inside the lab.

Just under the blaring sirens, a rope snapped and a male voice screamed. The seventh and final alarm signaled her tripwire’s successful activation. Jane leaped out of bed to find the would-be invader thrashing in mid-air, suspended by a cord wrapped around his ankle. Deceptively thin, it had been synthesized from some of the strongest material known to man. Unless he was a strong as Thor, he wasn’t getting down until she wanted him to.

Jane grabbed a baseball bat and prepared to swing. The man threw out a hand. “Wait a minute! I’m not an intruder.”

“You broke into my house while I was sleeping,” Jane snapped. “That’s the very definition of intruder.”

“Okay, but I’m not here to hurt you.” He tried to reach the wires, only succeeding in a weird half sit up. “I need your help.”

“Likely story.” Jane readied the bat.

“Captain America needs your help.”

Now there was an interesting story. It was most likely the ramblings of someone not eager to become a human pinata, but she was intrigued enough to hear him out. Dropping the bat, Jane switched on the lights. She tripped over air as his upside down face came into view.

“Holy shit, you’re Hawkeye!” Jane pointed a shaking finger at him. “I’ve been seeing you on the news for weeks!”

“You mean in between all those Thor and Jane expose pieces?”

Jane still had the bat in her hand, which she reminded him of by tapping it against the floorboards.

“Sorry, bad joke,” he said. “I’m usually more tactful than this, but the blood is kind of rushing to my head right now...”

Jane picked up her phone from the nightstand and typed in the abort codes. All alarms fell silent and the wire mechanism released. He plummeted a foot to the ground, landing on his head with a thump.

“Whoops,”Jane said with an apologetic grin. “Yeah, there might be a few bugs I need to work out. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Barton said, rubbing his head. “I’ve dealt with way worse… fancy new system you have here.”

“Yeah,” Jane said as she walked to the refrigerator. “I’ve had a lot of paparazzi on my back lately. This was just in case they got too bold.”

Barton nodded. “Were you really going to hit me with a baseball bat?”

“In my defense, you could’ve been an axe murderer for all I knew.”

“Fair enough.”

Jane set them up at one of her empty lab tables. He had graciously accepted her offering of a water bottle but seemed to be wishing it was something stronger as he took small sips.

“So what’s this about Captain America needing me,” Jane said. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you guys fugitives?”

“You’re half-wrong,” said Barton. “We’re still guilty in the eyes of the law, but we’ve been working with Stark again for the last few months under the table. There’s something big coming and we don’t know what it is. Only that it’s bad and it’s not from around here. That’s where you come in.”

“You need m to help with an alien threat,” Jane nodded, looking down at her hands. “Okay. So you need my bridge designs or a consult?”

Barton raised an eyebrow. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“I’m the only human in history to travel by bifrost and visit Asgard. Not to mention the two alien battles I’ve witnessed, one of which I helped to thwart. I’m pretty much over being shocked by anything.”

He nodded, crossing his very muscular arms as Jane couldn’t help but drink in the sight. That had to be the effect he was going for with that sleeveless top of his. “Would I be overstepping my boundaries if I said that’s really hot?”

“You overstepped every boundary there is when you broke into my house,” Jane said. “You couldn’t have sent an e-mail?”

“Technically, I’m still wanted,” said Barton. “Plus, Tony’s not on board with bringing you on yet. Something about not wanting to risk another friend’s life.”

“I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” Jane went around her lab grabbing clothes and notebooks and laptops. She threw them all in a carryon bag until it was bursting at the seams. Throwing it over her shoulder, she started for the door. “Let’s go. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover if we want to reach Manhattan before dawn.”

“Actually, Stark moved everything upstate,” said Barton.

“Even better.” Jane rearmed the security system just in case some magazine writer took her absence as an invitation to snoop. There was a beat up pinto waiting by the curb. Jane ignored it in favor of her pinzgauer and Barton offered no objection. He was equally fine with taking the passenger seat. He read off the base’s address as Jane entered it into her GPS.

“Travel time… seven hours,” he read, clicking his tongue. “Looks like we won’t beat the sun.”

“It’s fine,” Jane said, pulling out of the driveway. “All it means is we have plenty of time to talk. So tell me about yourself. I honestly don’t much about you except that you’re a superhero and you’re wanted by the government.”

Barton thought for a moment. “Well, I’m partially deaf which not a lot of people realize because I can read lips so well. Uh… I was in the circus when I was a kid. I can shot a fly from two hundred miles away and sometimes I pretend my sister-in-law is my wife because my brother’s an idiot.”

Jane blinked at him many times. He never lost that cheerful yet utterly serious expression. “On second thought, seven hours may not be enough.”

#Jane Foster #janefosterweek #Clint Barton #technically more 'what is Jane doing during Ragnarok' #Clint/Jane