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IT Fic ideas/ mini plots? blurbs? i’m posting this for @def-livv ! i also will give anyone like use of anything from this, feel free to take the ideas and make some good stories or rewrite some of the things i’ve written. they’re not bad but not great either but i hope you enjoy these things i’ve written ! also note that these were for me to remember stuff i’ve imagined in my head so sorry if there’s notes that don’t make sense to you or if the stories have little to no good detail and yeah whatever! enjoy it or don’t :P

Having nightmares about IT before he came back in 1989, and stopping him from killing everyone (hero mc and no bad stuff happens other than bowers gang thinking mc is crazy:/ /sad

being friends with the bowers gang and throughout a few months they all realize they like mc and all hide it from each other but also they all go after mc. they do have fights but it’ll end up poly probably

mc likes patrick, patrick “likes” mc and thinks she may be real but is very wishy washy with her, one day he’s all over her, next day he couldn’t give a shit (to mess with her) but is still very possessive. stuck in the middle vibes

henry likes mc, says they’re dating and mc is pretty sweet and kinda goes along with it thinking he’ll get bored. henry and mc fall in love and he starts changing (getting nicer, understanding he shouldn’t be abused and that it’s not right) she gets him to slowly move into her house with her and her parents and they sorta adopt him and show him what a real family is like. saving his life/raising him right au

boys hardcore bully mc but she’s a little bit yandere and is inlove with patrick/henry/all of them (whatever i’m feeling ig) they catch some jocks messing with her one day and all kinda think “that’s our victim!” and protect her, making her fall more in love and they slowly slowly slowly start to get softer towards her. bullies/victim to friends to lovers vibe

this is a blurb blurb/imagine vibe

mc is henry’s neighbour and in the winter sees him shoveling his big driveway all by himself so her and her dad go over with a snow blower and shovel to help. melts his heart a little bit ;) gentle mother!figure/ guardianangel!reader type vibes

also little headcanons for some plots:

- avery was never killed. so patrick isn’t at psychotic or deranged but still a jerk to his bro (who’s about 9-10) so about a 10 year age gap (depending on how old you want pat, i obviously picture him aged up and LEGAL!!!!!!!)

- vic has 2 older sisters

- henry has a soft spot for mc

- most of the time bowers gang can’t say no to mc

- when they go into town (like the movies or arcade) mc always runs ahead of the boys to give the losers club (if they happen to be there, they usually are) a heads up so they can scatter before the bowers gang rains terror

- reggie let’s mc practice driving stick shift in amy

- vic is the one mc trusts the most and they get along the most, they like similar things and he’ll keep secrets for mc (most of the time)

- in order of who mc trusts from most to least it’s: vic, reggie, henry, patrick

- mc loves to cuddle and innocently will pick one of the boys to cuddle with and tends to fall asleep on them. (they did draw on her face once or twice. jerks) but after knowing mc for a while, the boys started fighting over who mc sat with and would make plans to get mc to choose them

- mc is extremely loyal and gives entire heart into whoever mc cares about (the boys, mostly patrick, will exploit that) but mc does have limits and pushes back sometimes when they inevitably take things too far

- an “oc” who is matteo riddle 🤪 is the neighbour across from mc and they’re good buddies. he’s mainly for plot so mc has one friend outside of bowers gang

- sometimes, on days where the boys don’t force mc to hang out, she finds herself with the losers club. they’re funny and sweet and it gives mc a break, they’re refreshing. she spends most of the time talking to beverly, it’s nice to have a girl to talk to… and complain about the boys to.

- mc parents i usually picture are joy summers and rupert giles from buffy the vampire slayer. they are comfort parents and giles is a step-dad and mc has a jackass biological dad mc does not talk to. (for plot, mc has daddy issues too. helps to connect with henry)

- mc gets henry into drumming (safer way to get the anger out) he gets pretty good pretty quickly

- plot/blurb

the boys have a bet to see who can get mc to like them first

bowers gang along with their newer addition, are driving along and of course, the boys are bickering.

“we should go here!”

“no this place is way better! drive us there belch”

“fuck off! we’re going to this spot!”

reggie looks in the rear view mirror at mc, “where would you like to go mc?”

mc looks up at him, smiles shyly and thinks.

“maybe the big arcade? that’s in the next town? that could be fun! we don’t have to though” mc recoils in their seat, making themselves small.

reggie smiles, then it turns into a smirk as he looks at the boys, he’s so gonna win this, “ arcade it is darlin’”

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at the arcade, they all spread out finding stuff to play. reggie and vic find the muscle man hammer game, patrick finds kids to scare and steal their tokens from, and mc follows henry, who has found the astro starfighter game (where you shoot meteors).

henry keeps losing and losing the game, then losing his temper, “fuck! fuck! fuck! this game is so fucking stupid and it’s a piece of shit” he starts kicking it. mc is laughing their guts out, they think henry is so funny, (they don’t really know him yet). “what the fuck are you laughing at?!” henry yells, mc wipes the tears from their eyes, giggles still bubbling out, “you’re just funny!… and so bad at this game! hahaha! it��s cute” mc laughs again. henry doesn’t know how to react, he’s being made fun of, but mc is so sweet about it and he knows they’re not being mean. before he can say anything, mc places a hand on his arm, “let me try!” and steps in drop of the game. “hmmm. henry? what should i get if i win?” mc asks coyly (or cheekily, but i think coyly). henry thinks for a seconds, then smirks, “i’ll give you a kiss” he says with a wink. he knows he’s going to win this bet. “oh gee! a kiss from henry bowers? i better be good!” mc grins and turns back to the game. they play for a while, getting higher and higher in the levels, mc finally gets to the boss level, “oh my god! oh my god! fuck you! i got you you’re so done you stupid ship!” (i think it also has aliens in it?) mc is blasting and blasting and! an asteroid hit them… they died. “no! aw are you kidding i was so close!” mc said disappointed, “damn it! that’s fuckin rigged” henry said, made he won’t get to kiss mc, but it comes off as him being on their side, they should’ve won!

mc turns to henry and kisses his cheek. henry is shocked, but tries to hide it. not well. “thanks for motivating me” mc says with a smile, already over losing that amazing play through. henry feels proud, he did motivate mc didn’t he. they wanted to kiss him and that’s why they tried so hard. it made him feel good, feel important and needed. that was the first moment he started really falling for mc.

they then wandered over to patrick, to drag him away from the poor children, got reg and vic, and went over to the skee ball, where they cheated and got a bunch of tickets and tried to pick a prize for mc all again, bickering.

“mc would like that bunny! get the bunny”

“no get the tiger! it’ll make em think of me!”

“get the skull head. it’s sick.”

“what about that cow! mc always points them out”

this time vic is the one to turn to mc, “which one would you like? pick one!” he says excitedly albeit aggressively.

“well, the bunny is pretty cute” mc says, the guy at the counter turns and grabs the bunny off the shelf and hands it to mc. vic grins, he knew they’d like the bunny. he walks up to mc and puts his arm around their shoulder, “that thing is pretty dang cute huh, like you” he says, mc looks up at him and laughs a little, shaking their head. “you’re a dork” mc says, but there’s a slight blush on their face. “alright let’s go. i’m fuckin’ hungry” henry says, breaking up the sweet moment between friends. they walk out the arcade and head home. on the car ride home, mc falls asleep on patrick’s shoulder, cuddling the bunny. they all glance at mc, so innocent. they all glance at each other and though it isn’t said out loud, the bet is off, and the games are on. may the best man win. (mc’s heart that is (; )

-henry had never had tacos before (half because of neglect, half because the bitch is racist) but one time mc invites him over for dinner, after hearing that he has never had tacos, which is atrocious. mc was horrified and jokingly tried to hold henry bowers, wrapping her arms around his neck, and petting his ratty mullet, calling him a dear poor thing. he pushed her away and told her to fuck off. mc laughed it off as she usually does, staying light-hearted and unoffended. and says that she’ll see him at 6.

6 o’clock arrives, and so does henry. as he walks through the door of mc’s house, he is hit with a (waff?) of spices and meat, it smelled delicious. he walks into the kitchen with mc and there stands her mom finishing up the lettuce and tomatoes. “mom, henry’s here!” mc said to her mother. mc’s mom turns around and greets him warmly, “oh hello henry! nice to finally meet you! grab a plate, we’re ready to get started” she smiles and goes to wash off her hands in the kitchen sink. mc and henry grab a plate and walk over to the kitchen counter where all the food is laid out for them. sour cream, salsa, hot sauce, rice, grated cheese, lettuce, tomato and guac! the beef steaming in the pan still on the stove, fresh off the burner. mc starts making her taco and henry just watches. mc noticed and smiles, “henry are you gonna make a taco? or just stand there looking devilishly handsome?” mc says with a wink. she loved to flirt with him jokingly, that way it wasn’t real and her feelings couldn’t be hurt. it was easier that way. he rolls his eyes at mc while scoffing, but then frowns slightly, “i don’t know what to put on it” mc blinks, “oh! i’ll make it for you!” mc starts making him two tacos, one with everything on it (the delicious one) and a plain one, with just meat and cheese (picky eaters choice) “try this one first. it’s just meat and cheese, it’ll ease ya right in” mc says and turns to make hers. they go and sit down at the table, henry looks at his plate and mc is staring at him, waiting. he looks up at her and barks out instinctively, “what?” mc laughs a little, “eat your taco! i want to see your reaction!” she scoots forward a little on her seat. henry again rolls his eyes at her, but he thinks she’s adorable, eyes gleaming with excitement. he picks up the smaller less stuffed taco of the two on his plate, gives mc one last glance and then takes a bite of the taco. and then another. and another. and then it’s gone. mc giggles and claps her hands together, he liked it! he LOVED it! henry looks at mc and says, “that was alright” it’s mc’s turn to roll her eyes, “try the good one now!” mc presses, “the good one? i liked the one i just ate. that one ain’t good?”

“yeah it was good but this one will be even better”

henry looked like his head exploded, it didn’t but what did explode were the flavours in his mouth.

henry likes tacos a lot now. and whenever mc’s family does a taco night, you can bet your butt henry will be sitting at that table chowing down like it’s his last meal.

- bowers gang are all hanging with mc in her room, chilling on her floor, her and henry are sitting on the bed. mc stretches, then slips under the covers and turns and faces the wall.

“what are you doing?” the boys ask, confused. “i’m gonna take a nap. you can come cuddle if you want” mc says sleepily, henry is the closest and first to jump into action, slipping under the covers between mc and the wall. she cuddles into him , “you’re so warm” mc said, she paused for a moment and then said, “that’s what he said” and giggles a little.

“i don’t get it” said vic

“you wouldn’t. virgin” mc says bluntly, voice slightly muffled as she snuggled into henry some more.

the boys all laugh and mc drifts off to sleep.

- henry’s birthday is april 17th and he’s an aries (i think i saw this in a fic or just a post one time that he gives off aries vibes and idk if they said april 17th or if i am crazy and made it up)

- POV: you’re at a video store, it’s pouring rain out so you and the bowers gang are looking for a movie or two to watch.

“oh pat! let’s get the goonies! i love that movie!” you say excitedly, grabbing it off the shelf and holding it in your arms.

“no fucking way. that movies for babies” patrick says annoyed, “we’re going to get a horror movie. i’m thinking poltergeist”

“are you kidding? if this movies for babies then goo goo ga ga motherfucker. i want to watch the goonies” you say, irritated.

POV: you’re helping reggie’s mom with her garden. you didn’t tell the boys and they were out looking for you. they drive past reggie’s house and see you’re BEHIND as you’re bent over pulling weeds out of the garden. they pull into the driveway, get out of the car and make their way over to you, henry is first to speak, “hey sweet thang. do you look as good in the front as you do in the back?” he said, the boys chuckle behind him, you roll your eyes and turn around, “hey hot stuff! whatcha packin?” you laugh, the boys are surprised to see you there, “mc? what are you doing at my house?” reggie says confused,

“i’m helping your mom out with gardening!” you say with a smile, reggie’s mom, who was in the kitchen getting drinks walks out and says,”mc has been such a good help! and she’s tough, carrying all those dirt and mulch bags for me!” mc blushes under the boys’ stares, looking impressed and maybe even a little proud. their girl is tough. “would you boys want to help? it’ll get the garden done quicker and we haven’t started on the back yet” reggie’s mom asked, really hoping to put the boys to work and take a break. pat and vic start to say no but henry answers for everyone, “sure mrs. huggins, we ain’t got nothin better to do”

the rest of the afternoon you and the boys did weeding, put new plants into the garden,fresh dirt and mulch. reggie’s mom brought out drink as you all finished up, you were the first to go over for a drink, thanking her. “i should be the one thanking you! those boys would’ve been gone before i even finished asking for help! they stayed to be with you” mrs huggins said with a wink. you blush and smile shyly, the thought of them just wanting to hang out with you was nice, making you feel wanted. “i don’t know about that” you say bashfully, mrs. huggins waves a hand at you, “oh please darlin’, you are so sweet and absolutely gorgeous! of course they want to be around you!” you shrug it off and hide your grin behind your drink, fresh lemonade. you look over at the boys, oblivious still that they all like you and think you’re worth spending a day in the dirt for.

ok i saw a jealously scale thing and while i love a jelly boy i think it was a little inaccurate so here’s my kinda idea about it:

- henry: 10/10

this one stays the same as the og post i saw. he has abandonment issues and was raised to think he’s a piece of garbage. so he is very insecure and scared that you’ll leave him, making him very jealous and possessive of you.

- patrick: 3/10

now in the other post it said he was like 100000/10 but i don’t think that’s true. patrick is possessive of course, you’re his play thing and he doesn’t want others to touch you, but he thinks that you’re the lucky one, to be able to date this god of a man and if he thinks you’re real, then he has no fears of someone else taking you from him cuz they’re fake, how could they?

- vic: 7/10

i think vic’s was around 7/10 which to me makes sense. he’s a small guy and he can have an attitude which can sometimes make him difficult to be around. he really likes you and like henry is afraid of driving you away. so he keeps a close eye on you and is always nearby, never letting another man get a chance to take you from him.

- reggie: 10/10

now i’m this og post, reggie is a 1/10. he’s secure in his relationship with you. i don’t think that’s the case.

he’s a chubby boy, we all know this and that makes him insecure. all his friends are fit good looking guys and all flirts. he is handsome though as you tell him constantly but, he still gets this creeping feeling, that you’ll wake up one day and find him repulsive and leave him for one of his “better looking friends” that makes his a little hot headed and possessive. when you’re joking around with one of the other boys, he sees it as flirting, which usually leads to a fight. most of the time you can talk through it though as since he’s been seeing you, he’s gotten better as communicating his feelings to you.

- this connects back to my movie “blurb”

- having the movie night and it’s storming real bad. you’re in patrick’s basement and while watching his chosen movie “the omen” the power goes out.

- he shuffles around in the dark, finds some candles and lights them

-you all sit around the small coffee table and decide to tell scary stories to pass the time

-patrick of course had other “ideas” wink wink nudge nudge but he was quickly smacked upside the head

- after a while of telling scary stories and the boys scaring the bejesus out of you (jerks) the power comes back on, but the weather is still bad.

-mrs. hockstetter calls down to all of you in the basement to ask if you’d like to stay the night as it’s “not safe what so ever”

- you all agree and head into the kitchen to call your parents- minus henry

-you all start to get ready to go set up makeshift beds in the basement when mrs. hockstetter stops you, saying you can sleep in avery’s room and he’ll stay with her as mr. hockstetter was on a business trip

-you go to tell her it’s fine but she insists and says she doesn’t need more babies made in her house

-so you follow her to the younger hockstetter’s room, avery follows and grabs his favourite stuffy before saying goodnight to you and running out

-mrs. hockstetter makes a point of telling you to lock the door so the boys don’t come in and says goodnight

-you sigh and crawl into the little twin bed and turn on the lamp on his bedside table

-meanwhile, in the basement, henry and pat got the couches and vic and reg got the floor (poor babies)

-reg was out like a light, snoring so loudly it could shake the house

-the rest of the boys couldn’t sleep

-henry gets up to you see you and patrick asks where the fuck he’s going

-“i’m going to take a wizz! fuck off” henry said

-he creeps upstairs and goes towards the room you’re staying in and lightly knocks on the door

-he hears a soft whisper, “who is it?”

-“it’s henry” he reply’s back just as quiet

-the lock turns and the door whips open and henry is pulled into the room and the door was quietly shut again, the lock stays unturned

-you ask henry what he needs and he says he can’t sleep cuz belch is snoring like a pig so he came you see if he could sleep with you

-you giggle and say yes, glad he came up cuz you also couldn’t sleep, and knew you’d sleep better with someone in the room with you

-you both go over to the twin sized bed and squeeze in. you’re both squished next to each other but you don’t mind

-few minutes pass, you and henry are chattering a bit as you try to let sleep take over you, talking about the day and telling inside jokes

-suddenly the door opens. you think it’s mrs. hockstetter, she heard you let henry in and you’re in trouble but it’s much worse. it’s patrick

-he asks what the fuck you two are doing and if you’re sleeping together

-you shush him a little and say no, that you both couldn’t sleep and that was that

-patrick says it’s not fair henry gets to sleep with you and he wants to as well

-you say that the bed is way too small for all three of you so he says you’ll sleep in his room

-you all creep across the hall to patrick’s room and vic shows up asking what you’re doing

-“were going to bed” you whisper

-“i’m coming too” he whispers back, “belch is gonna burst my goddamn eardrum”

-giggles start to bubble out of you and you try to be quiet. you’re tired and you need to go to bed

-you all climb into patrick’s bed, it’s a queen but it’s not comfy

-the four of you are clambering around, vic is complaining and so is henry. you finally have enough, you get vic to cross the hall with you and you grab avery’s bed and quietly bring it into patrick’s room and set it on the floor

-you grab the pillows and blankets too and then close the door and you go to sit on the twin bed

- henry and pat start to stop you, “no hey! you’re up here with us” henry whisper-yells

-you roll your eyes and give vic the blanket and pillow before hopping into patrick’s bed and squeezing inbetween them, “there. happy?” you say, though you didn’t really care where you slept

-as you all really settle in for the night you can’t help but voice that you feel bad you all ditched reggie

-the boys all say he’ll live and he deserves to sleep along with how loud his pig nose is

-you smack them for saying that and then sigh amd say “fine. g’night” and you all fall into a slumber, rain pitter pattering on the window

-early in the morning reggie woke up and saw all the boys missing and made his way upstairs to find you all asleep in pats room. he frowns and steps in closing the door.

-he steps over vic, who rolled off the twin bed in the night and lays on it himself and falls back asleep. he snores again but it’s much lighter and less disturbing

-later in the morning, mrs. hockstetter and avery wake up and go to make some breakfast. she walks by avery’s room and sees the door ajar. she peaks her head in and sees his bed missing. she turns and goes to patrick’s room opening the door and what a sight.

-in the twin bed reggie is sprawled out, next to him on the floor with just his legs on the bed is vic. on the queen bed, henry is half off the bed and patrick is squished into the wall and you, a great big star fish in the middle of the bed, your limbs sprawled over both the boys.

-mrs.hockstetter tries not to laugh and goes and gets her camera and takes a photo of all of them. she chuckles and shakes her head. how silly of her to try and keep them apart

a plot i tend to put into my henry x reader more or my bowers gang x reader is henry seeking comfort with you. i don’t think i’ve written about this yet in here?

so one night, after a particularly bad beating, henry runs to your house. he remembers you saying one time that you never lock the outside basement door so he got into your house through there.

he walks up the basement stairs as quietly as he can and all the way up the main stairs to your room. he’s not sure if he should wake you up or not, but he decides he needs to, he needs you. he shakes your shoulder, whispering your name, his voice a little shaky and desperate. you blink awake and sit up in a split second and turn on your bedside lamp. you blink as your eyes adjust and then lay on henry. you ask him what he’s doing in your house, and if he’s okay.

he starts sniffling and then let’s put a quiet sob. you get him to sit down and notice some blood seeping through the back of his shirt, you don’t say anything, you know what it’s from and you know he doesn’t want to talk. you can help him in the morning. for now you take his shoes off for him and then get him to slide into bed. you turn off the lamp and slide in too.

you ask him to come here and he immediately turns and wraps his arms around you, crying softly into your shoulder. you pet his head softly as you hold him. he eventually falls asleep and so do you, peacefully holding each other. you are his safe haven.

of course, in the morning he’ll threaten to gut you if you tell anybody. you didn’t plan on it and tell him that. you then tell him if he ever wants to, he’s always welcome in your home. he scoffs and turns away from you, going to leave and then stops at the door and says thanks. you grin softly, you know that was hard for him to say. he leaves, but he’ll be back soon.

he starts staying over so much he has his own drawer in your dresser, he has a toothbrush on your bathroom counter and shampoo and body wash in your shower. he eats dinner with your family almost every night. your parents never asked or minded why he stayed, they had a pretty good guess to why, they’ve met butch bowers a handful of time.

henry learns to help around the house, he’s grateful to be welcomed in and you tell him that’s a good way to show it. and he really likes hanging out with your dad. your dad doesn’t drink except for the occasional bourbon, and is a nice quiet man and doesn’t lose his temper often and is very understanding. he takes henry under his wing a bit. (showing him what a real man is)

the biggest realization henry had when he realized he shouldn’t be treated the way he was by his father, was when he accidentally knocked over a glass of water at dinner one night. it shattered on the ground, henry immediately tensed up, muttering an apology and moving to get it, keeping his head down. your parents brushed it off saying it was okay, your dad jumped a little bit telling henry not to touch the glass. it scared henry and all he said was “sir?” your dad explained that he didn’t want henry to cut his hands and asked you to go grab the dust pan and vacuum. you did and started cleaning up the glass for your friend. he tried to let you do it but you said it was fine, you’ve broken your fair share of dish ware and we’re an “expert” at cleaning it up. your dad went into a story of how you tried to cook a frozen muffin in the microwave and put it in for so long you burned not only the muffin, but also the plate which shattered and left the house smelling like a burnt muffin for a week. looking back at that moment made him laugh as he also explained that it only happened when you were 14.

henry relaxed a bit after that, knowing they weren’t mad. but he was still waiting for the switch to flip, for your mom or dad to rage out, smack him and kick him out of the house, but it never came. after you tidied up the glass you got him a new one and sat down to finish your dinner.

after everyone was done, henry cleaned up the table, put away the leftovers and helped you grab dessert. your parents thanked him multiple times to which he kept replying, “it’s the least i can do”, that night when he went to bed (your parents moved him into the guest room but he would still sneak into your room every other night) he made the point to hug you tight as you went to say goodnight. you weren’t expecting it, but gladly accepted. you asked what it was for, not that you weren’t happy to hug your friend, and tells you he loves you and he’s glad he met you. you’re shocked at his words, tears well up in your eyes and you hug him tighter. he doesn’t say it out loud but, you saved him.

-okay little angst moment! idk if this has already been written? if it was it’s long since been deleted so…

-POV: you’re patrick’s girlfriend

-so it’s the whole plot of IT. the only difference is that you’re in the story.

-after patrick “goes missing” you’re in spiralling depression. the love of your life is gone

-you still hang with the boys as they’re your best friends too, though you don’t bully kids

-you grew closer with henry, being each others rocks.

-one day you’re walking down the street and you see the losers club walking down the street, freaking out. you keep walking past until you hear eddie start to freak out, “the clown! i saw him at the creepy old house in neibolt” you freeze. you saw that clown. outside your window, flicking a lighter. patrick’s lighter

-you go up to them and ask them what they know about the clown. theyre reluctant at first, afraid the rest of the bowers gang are near. you tell them they’re not and you all walk to the park and they explain what they saw.

-you tell them if they ever need your help with IT. you would be there. but the first time they would need you, you weren’t there.

-bev calls you one summer afternoon and you rush to her house. she tells you all that happened at the house. richie, eddie and bill went in. ben, stan and her stayed out. eddie fell through the ceiling and broke his arm, she stabbed the clown in the face with a iron spike, it almost tore ben apart with said spike, but they hurt IT. because they were together.

-you don’t hear much about them after that and you stick with your gang.

-later in the summer you get a call from bill. beverly was taken. you’re pissed. it’s time to get your revenge and kill this fucking clown. you know he took patrick.

-you meet the losers club at neibolt and they tell you the plan. you make your way down to the well, the kids start climbing down. you’re helping mike when henry comes out and tries to kill him.

-“henry!” you scream, “stop! what are you doing” you’re petrified, why is he doing this?

-“i have to! i have to kill them all! kill. you. all.” he said, deranged.

-“what do you mean henry?” you ask shakily, hoping to distract him so like can get away.

-henry suddenly softens, the slightest. it’s you. his sweet y/n. “don’t worry y/n. you’ll be with them again. hockstetter. vic. belch. you can be with them. float. with them. you’ll float too! You’ll float too! hahaha!” like he flipped a switch he’s back to the lunatic version that came in and starts running for you.

-you tackle him, and knock the knife out of his hand. he growls and grabs you, flipping you over and he’s on top of you. you kick him off and start crawling backwards, your hand lands on a brick. henry jumps for you and when he does, you swing. you hit him with the brick and it knocks him out.

- you’re panting and close to tears and mike asks if you’re okay. you shake your head, but say it’s fine.

-you find some extra rope and tie henry to a post. you’ll come back for him. as you walk back to the well, you pick up henry’s knife, god knows you’ll need it.

-you get down into the sewers where stan (was a dumbass and wandered off by himself??!! how is that bills fault? really??) was attacked.

-as you keep walking you think about henry’s words. he mentioned reggie and vic? they can’t be dead. you just saw them that morning. you get to the place where bev is being held. IT’s nest.

-bev is floating. they get her down and ben kisses her and then sweet little georgie comes out and bill shoots him and he freaks out.

as the battle insues and they’re trying to fight the clown and he’s holding bill hostage, he morphs again. into patrick. you’re patrick.

“come on doll. look at the stupid kid, he’s not worth it. let me have my fun with him and then i’ll be all yours k? take the little losers for ice cream or something and i’ll meet up with you later” “patrick” chuckles with a sly smile, but there’s a sinister look in his eyes

-your eyes well up with tears as you see him. the last time you’ll see him and it’s not even really him. “stop it! you stupid clown!” you cry.

-he growls and turns back into pennywise frowning, then he says his big ol thing about growing old and dying to the weeds yadayada

-richie then says his thing, “welcome to the losers club asshole!” and fighting begins again

-the kids are all swinging and taking hits and he’s trying to scare them but it’s not working. he goes after you and you just stand there staring. “i’m not scared of you, you stupid, stupid clown. you made a big mistake killing patrick. i’m going to kill you” you say, malice and determination in your voice.

-pennywise giggles, “oh? let’s see it then” but you know, he’s scared.

-you pull out henry’s knife and stab the clown in the eye. over and over again. he starts wailing and he throws you away from him. you slam into his junk pile and the kids keep hitting and hitting until he’s gone. whispering one final, “fear” and dropping into nothingness.

-when you get out, henry is dazed, he sees you, alive and starts weeping, “i’m so sorry! i’m sorry! i k-killed them! he made me!” he’s sobbing, “they’re with amy! i’m sorry!”

-you hear beverly call you, and you tell henry you’ll be right back and run up and out of the house.

-all the losers look at you, and bev shakily points towards the blue trans am across the street.

-you run towards it and then stop right in front, drop to your knees, and scream.

-you’re best friends, reggie and vic. sitting in reggie’s blue trans am “amy”, throats slit, blood down their necks, eyes staring, vacant and glassy.

-you lean over and vomit. the sight is so sickening. they’re dead. they’re all dead.

-you turn away from the car and go back inside the house, ignoring the losers as they call for you, saying not to do anything rash, you tell them to go home, they need to be far from henry. he’s still dangerous, but you can handle him.

-you walk into the basement, back to henry.

-“why?” your voice croaks, “why them?!” you yell out

-henry’s sobbing, still tied to the post, “i had to! he made me! he made me! my dad! and them! i had to…” he shouts and then trails off, tears running down his face, staring at nothing.

-you’re shocked. he killed his dad. he killed his dad and then he killed your best friends.

-“you can’t be mad y/n please! you’re all i have left please!” he suddenly cries out, writhing against the ropes.

-you start to cry harder and again, fall to your knees, next to henry, and hug him. he’s all you have left, you can’t leave him.

-you untie him and help him up, he’s still shaking. and you take him out to the car, “we’re getting rid of these bodies and then we’re getting out of here okay? we’re going to get you out of here” you say to him. he just nods, broken.

-you instruct him to grab reggie and you two carry him into neibolt, down to the basement, and throw him down the well. then you do the same with victor.

-you go back to the car and get in and drive to your house. you have a stash of money you’ve been saving. you run in quick and grab it, and any other essentials you can think of and you’re back out to the car.

-you look at henry, and tell him everything’s gonna be okay. you have each other, thats all that you need. and you drive out of derry, leaving it all behind.

(k note: i don’t like sad stuff so as i wrote this obviously it had a bittersweet ending but still kinda happy whatever. really the plot is, if i don’t go into detail, y/n losing her entire friend group and then going ape shit crazy on the clown. she’s not scared, just vengeful. so that’s basically what i wanted but i wrote something else???? it’s different trying to add details i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

-i’m reading the book rn and YALL WANNA KNOW WHAT HENRY SMELLS LIKE? also he was held back a grade L

-henry and i quote, “had an oder of sweat and juicy-fruit gum that always hung about him.”

-WHAT!!! and why is it literally perfect and make so much sense

-meeting plot:

you’re walking down the street and get stopped by some creep and he’s trying to chat you up and you try and quickly get out of the situation and walk away. the man follows you, and then after a while starts calling out to you and getting closer. you start running and he starts chasing you. you found a corner and go to cross the street. as you’re running across the street you almost get hit by a car. they go into a screeching halt and you slammed your hands on the hood of the car. you look at the driver, and then the car, and then back to the driver. it’s belch huggins… and the bowers gang. you call out amd say a quick and meek “sorry”, you’re out of breath and panting. henry calls out and asks if you wanna come for a ride. you pause to think for second. creepy man or bowers gang? you glance to your right and see the man coming around the corner. “bowers gang it is” you think. you round to the passenger side where henry is quickly, pull open the door, jump into his lap, and quickly close the door. belch puts the car into gear to start driving just as the man gets to the cross walk. you make eye contact with him and shrink into henry a bit. all the boys notice him. belch takes a quick glance at you, seeing your discomfort, you’re shaking slightly. he looks back at the man and sees that he’s walking around to the passengers side of the car. belch peels out, almost hitting the man. patrick whoops and laughs, vic calls out a fuck you to the man, whose now laying and panting on the side of the road, clutching his chest. you sigh in relief, glad to be away from him. you thank the boys, mainly belch, for the ride and relax a bit. realizing you just jumped into henry bowers lap to get away from that creep, you turn and quickly apologize, and say you can hop into the back, so you’re not crushing him. he chuckles and says that you’re perfectly fine right where you are. you blush and turn away. you try to get belch to drop you off, you could walk home now, they all say no, you’re hanging out with them. you comply, not wanting to get on the bad side of the scariest guys in town. you didn’t realize then what you’d be getting into.

henry: (lazily, not really serious, but annoyed) i’m gonna beat the shit outta you if you don’t stop

y/n: (not caring, completely unserious) well i’m gonna kiss you so hard that it’ll leave you breathless and wanting more

henry:

the boys:

henry: y/n what the fuck

this plot the boys bully y/n, but they end up saving her from some creeps and then there’s this like weird friends one day and bullies the next thing going on and then henry and y/n start to like each other and date in secret. patrick here’s a rumour that you turned a guy down because you have a crush but you deny it saying you didn’t want to hurt the guys feelings. vic and you bond over comic books so one saturday, you and him hang out, going to a comic book store. he asks you if you do have a crush, you say yes but you won’t tell him who. he wants to make a bet, 50 bucks says he can guess your crush by friday. you agree and set turns, he can have five guesses today and only 2 a day til friday, and he can’t tell the other boys about it or the bets off. he agrees and says he wants a hint about the crush so you tell him a nickname that you think fits your crush perfectly, “chihuahua”.

vic looks confused and then starts laughing, “chihuahua? why?” he asks chuckling,

“if you guess my crush you’ll get why”

idk if i already wrote this but we all know henry doesn’t talk about his feelings. but whenever you guys are together, he has a habit of tapping you three times. either when his hand is on your thigh, or he’s holding your hand, he taps three times. his way of saying “i love you”

tap tap tap.

so you have this guy at school who won’t leave you alone. he’s always asking you out, you always find a nice way to say no, always having an excuse as to why you can’t. one day he’s practically chasing you down the hall, trying to ask you out again. you turn a corner and see the bowers gang. you were in a survival mode trying to figure out how you can escape this nerdy teen predator, and walk up to the bowers gang. “henry! there you are!” you say cheerfully, he looks at you confused, you guys have maybe said one word to each other in your entire time in high school. you hear your name being called out again by your “admirer” and you don’t give henry any time to respond as you grab his shirt and pull him towards you, smashing your lips against his. he makes a surprised sound but doesn’t pull away, he sets his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let him in, his tongue gliding along yours, it feels good. you hear a sound that sounds like a mix between a cough and someone choking, then a quiet “i ask you later” followed by someone running off.

he left! you got that creep to leave you alone! you break the kiss with henry, both of you slightly panting, he looks dazed, still confused and cocky, cause of course any girl would want to kiss him, he’s henry bowers, but before he can say anything and before the boys can say anything cuz they’re just as confused and in awe that you just did that, you just smile at henry, “thanks bowers! see you in class” you say, giddy, half from surviving almost being backed into a corner, again and half from kissing henry. he’s not a bad kisser, if you do say so yourself, and you do. you take off back down the hall the way you came and disappear around the corner.

the boys all stand there not knowing what happened, and patrick is the first one to say something, patting henry on the back, “way to go bowers! that chick was hot as fuck! how long have you been banging her?” he says, laughing. henry rolls his eyes and then smirks as he turns to patrick, “i’ve never talked to that girl in my life” he chuckles as the boys all again, stare in awe. henry turns back and looks in the direction you left in, and he knew that wasn’t going to be the last time he kissed you.

another thing with the fake dating trope.

henry really starts to like being the protector, he likes the feeling of being needed by someone, not feared. he likes it cuz he needs you as much as you need him, so he knows you won’t ever leave him, as long as you need him.

incorrect quote:

henry: Can you eat like a lady? are you capable of that?

y/n: Do you want me to eat like a lady? Or show you how much I can fit in my mouth?;) *takes a huge bite of a burger*

henry:

other characters that are apart of the bowers gang:

-Peter Gordon: A rich kid who joins bowers’ gang to boost his reputation

-Steve “Moose” Sadler: A big strong kid

-Gard Jagermeyer: So stupid they didn’t even bother to send him to summer school

one night you’re walking home from the library and these men start harassing you, you get scared and run from them. it starts pouring rain and you can hear them calling after you, they’re following you. you turn a corner and run into someone. you slammed on to him causing you both to let out an “oof” sound, and he grabs you by the shoulders. you let out a scream and try to get out of his grip, you don’t see who it is, it’s dark and your eyes are blurry from the rain. the man holding you hostage speaks up, “hey hey woah, what’s the matter y/n? it’s just me” the man says in a worried tone,but to you it sounds more amused than worried. patrick hockstetter. you stop thrashing and let out a sigh of relief and wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. he pats your back before pulling back from the hug, holding your shoulders again as he leans down a bit to look you in the eyes, “what’s the matter? you seem really freaked?” he asks concerned. you burst into tears, “these guys started harassing me and asking me to hang out with them and i didn’t want to and i ran and i think they’re chasing me” you cry, you’re shaking now, from fear and from being cold, you’re soaking wet at this point, the rain is coming down harder. “hey, it’s okay. you’re with me now, i won’t let anything happen to ya. come on, my house is around the corner” patrick says wrapping his arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards his house. you don’t say anything, just sniffle and let him take you. when you get to his house you both quietly enter, his family is well asleep by now. he grabs your hand and leads you down to the basement, where his bedroom is. “let me grab you some dry clothes” he says, he’s being awfully nice you think, very unlike patrick. while he’s distracted you take the chance to look at him, his clothes are soaked and weighing down on him, showing off how lanky he really is, his dark wet locks are dripping water onto his face, rolling down down his cheekbones, he looks pretty. you’ve never really looked at him like that before. maybe because he’s not being patrick, he’s someone else, gentler. you don’t know how long it will last but you’ll enjoy it while it does. he digs through his dresser and finds a shirt and pj pants, and walks over to you and hands them to you, “thank you” you say quietly, he smirks slightly, staring at you. he had a look in his eye, a patrick look, but nothing bad comes of it, like he’s holding back, “you can change in there” he says, pointing to a door, you assume is a bathroom, he never takes his eyes off you as you walk in and close the door. you quickly change and immediately feel warmer. you take your wet clothes and exit the bathroom, “where should i put these?” you ask, softly, “i throw them in the dryer for you” he says and grabs the wet clothes from your hands, “thank you” you say again. he doesn’t say anything and goes to put them in the laundry room around the corner. while you wait you take a look around his room, his bed has black sheets and is tucked into the corner, he’s got animal skulls and teeth and an assortment of bones littered across his dresser, side table and desk. rock and heavy metal band posters on the wall, as well as a bay watch poster, you giggle at that one. boys. patrick comes back into his room, his clothes now changed and he stops in front of you, and you just stare at each other for a second. “you okay now?” he asks, you nod, then yawn, “yeah m’just tired” you say through the yawn. you miss it but patrick gets a grin on his face and a glint in his eye but it’s gone in a flash as he puts on a gentle, concerned face, “let’s head to bed then yeah? it’s been a long night” he says putting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his bed. you’re too tired to think straight at this point, so you let him guide you to the bed, and you crawl in tucking yourself into the corner, he slides in after you. you both get comfortable and lay facing each other, space in between you, “thank you for saving me” you whisper softly, sleep starting to take over,

“no problem. i couldn’t just leave you there, you looked so cute and small like a little bunny, you poor thing” he chuckled a little, his tone mocking, but you don’t notice it, “you think i’m cute?” you say, your tone jesting, but eyes are closed, your breathing evening out, you fall asleep. patrick grins as he stares at you, saying one final thing, you don’t hear, “yeah. very cute, and all mine” he whispered the last part, then grabs your waist and pulls you against him, you snuggle in deeper and he slowly falls asleep, holding you in his arms. you don’t realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.

the next morning you wake up to a car horn honking. you jolt awake, your head was on patrick’s chest, you feel his arms around your waist and you look down to see him asleep, “he looks peaceful, like an angel.” you snort at the thought. a fallen angel maybe. you then hear patrick’s mother call down to him, “patrick darling, the boys are here, it’s time for school!” she shouts down, he groans, rolling over, pulling you with him, he lays on top of you nuzzling his nose into your neck. you yelped as he did so. you try and shuffle away but he just holds you tighter and you feel him smirk against your neck. you sigh and roll your eyes, “patrick we have to get up, get off me! we have school! what time is it anyway?” you ask while trying to shove him off of you, looking around for a clock. all of a sudden he lets you go and you fling out of the bed with a yelp, “ow! what the fuck dude!” you say rubbing your head that you hit on the floor. he lets out a muffled chuckle, his face in his pillow. you stand up and glance at his desk, there’s a clock! it reads 7:45am. you freeze, “shit! we’ve got like 15 minutes we gotta go come on!” you say in a panic, patrick rolls over on to his back and stretches out, “shut the fuck up. it’s way to early for this shit, comere” he says reaching for you. you dodge his grabby hands and go into the laundry room to grab your clothes, “no! get up! we’re going to be late! please?” you say, you open the dryer and lean in to grab your clothes.

they’re still wet.

you run back into patrick’s room and shake him, “patrick! my clothes are still wet! did you put the dryer on?” you’re whisper yelling, you don’t want his mom to know you’re there. he finally gets up, leaning on his elbow and he looks up at you, he’s got a look in his eye, but you don’t see it, he smirks a little, “the power must have gone out bunny. don’t worry, you can borrow some of my clothes” he yawns at the end of the sentence and sits of stretching. he stands and walks into the bathroom shutting the door. you let out a puff of air and go into his closet, you find a pair of baggy ripped jeans and then in his dresser you find a pale yellow and bright red ringed shirt with a screaming cat face on it. cool. you quickly put that stuff on before he comes out of the bathroom. he walks out and grabs some random clothes off the ground and starts to change, then stops and looks at you, “um, a little privacy bunny?” he says and makes a spinning motion with his hand, you blush, “oh! right sorry. um do you have a spare toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask as you turn around facing away from him, you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says “just use mine” you tense a little, “ew! no way that’s so gross! we can’t share a toothbrush” you say, your voice rising a little, “ suit yourself. guess you’ll just have gross morning breath at school.” he says, you can hear the buckle of his belt clinking. you think for a moment, then sigh and walk over to the bathroom, “you don’t have any diseases right?” you ask as you pick up the toothbrush, you glance over at him, he’s now dressed and leaning against the door frame, “a disease? like what sweetheart?” he smirks tilting his head, you stare at him, “rabies.” you say bluntly, his eyes light up a little, and he smiles, his little weirdo smile and he licks his lips, “i might. wanna find out?” you roll your eyes, put toothpaste on the brush and stare at it, “ugh. whatever” you say and jam the toothbrush into your mouth. you quickly brush your teeth, then turn to patrick and stick the toothbrush into his hand, “there you go. your turn. be quick” you say and then rush into his room to get your hopefully dry shoes. you grab them and sit at the foot of his bed, they’re damp but nothing you can’t deal with. you put them on and then scan the room for your backpack. you find it sitting at the bottom of the stairs. right as you grab it he walks out. “okay let’s go!” you say pointing towards the stairs, bouncing on your toes. he rolls his eyes at you, grabbing his lighter off his desk, and a pencil off the floor, he gestures towards the stairs, you run up and quickly out the front door before his mom sees you. you hear her call out to him, “have a good day honey!” he slams the door shut.

you both walk towards the blue trans am. in the blue trans am, vic is the first to see you.

“holy shit” vic says, “look” he starts laughing.

“what?” henry says sharply and looks out his window. it’s you, sweet y/n, wearing hockstetter’s clothes and walking towards amy. “what the fuck?” henry says, belch chuckles “that fucking dog”

pat nods at the boys and you smile at them, patrick helps you slide into the car before hopping in himself. you’re sat inbetween vic and pat, “morning” you say letting out a yawn, “morning y/n” belch says, looking at you through the rear view mirror with a smile.

“are we fucking going or what?” henry says snippy, belch glances at him and nods, putting the gear in to drive and pulling out onto the road driving you to school. you lean your head on patrick’s shoulder and close your eyes. patrick looks down at you and smiles ever so slightly. his little bunny, he wonders if you might be real. probably not, but you’ll be a lot of fun to play with.

there’s this really old tumblr post about someone talking about solipsism with their friend and they said to their friend, “if everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing i’ve come up with” and in a version where patrick isn’t a psycho killer fafafa that would be a really cute thing for him to say

#it 2017 #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #vic criss x reader #vic criss #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins #the bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #it stephen king

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🌟Project Katedown (aka Project K)🌟

(Reference Sheet done by HTDoodles)

Former Full Name: Project Katedown (Takedown) or “Kate/K” for short.

New Identity Name (Given by Sonic): Kookie Star the Hedgecat.

Age: Approximately, 19 years old. (Character originally created on 12/23/2020, Birthday is January, 22nd)

Species: Cat and Hedgehog Hybrid.

Abilities: Pyrokinesis, Supersonic Speed, Chaos Energy, and Phantom Ruby Energy.

Blood Type: O+

Favorite food: Healing Cookies (Especially done for her “sickness”).

Creator(s): Dr. Eggman & Dr. Eggman Nega (Associated with Infinite).

Purpose: Harness the Phantom Ruby’s Power as a whole and eliminate Sonic the Hedgehog and Princess Blaze the Cat for the Eggman Empire.

MAIN CAST:

Sonic the Hedgehog

Recurrent Hero on Action, loved by many and hated by others, Sonic the Hedgehog aka “The Blue Blur” and “Fastest Thing Alive” has been assisting the entire world from the clutches of Dr. Eggman. Right after the events of Infinite vs. The Resistance, Sonic and Tails decided to get rid of any tracks of the menace that Infinite was. On their way inside one of Eggman’s many labs, they found not only traces of a new threat but also a young but cautious naïve girl that could be either their strongest ally or their worst foe.

Miles "Tails" Prower

With an IQ of 300 just like Dr. Eggman, this cunning yet smart young fox is Sonic’s adopted little brother and Hero in Action as well. With his skills and scientific knowledge, he was able to decipher the true origins of Project K and what was her original programming. With a bit of persuasion and compassion, Tails assisted Sonic in taking care of Project Katedown (actually known as Kookie Star) to not only “reprogram” her into not being a menace but an ally for the Restoration HQ.

Amelia Rose

Cute yet deadly, is the Pink Fury in Team Sonic and Co-Founder of the Restoration HQ along with Ex-Commander Knuckles the Echidna. With the unexpected appearance of the mysterious “Kookie” in their relationship, Amy has to deal with the jealousy and closeness of this girl to her boyfriend, Sonic. After a while and for the sake of this poor girl, she and Sonic had to give it a break, making not only Amy her Big Sister figure, but like a mother in some way to her.

Commander Shadow the Hedgehog

G.U.N.’s new Commander by choice, Shadow the Hedgehog (formerly known as Project Shadow) is the world’s “Ultimate Life Form”, rival of Sonic the Hedgehog and Kookie’s secret teacher. Shadow took the mission to observe and possibly assist Sonic in teaching the girl the art of Chaos Energy, and combat. Of course, his purpose is to fulfill this mission with the sole purpose of observation, and in case the situation gets dire, intervene in eliminating the girl if she poses a threat to humanity. However, thanks to her naivety and innocent demeanor, reminding him of his old friend, he decided to be softer and take care of the girl.

Princess Blaze the Cat

Princess of the Sol Dimension and guardian of the Sol Emeralds, who has sworn to protect everyone she deeply cares about no matter what. Ever since Kookie’s sudden appearance, she has been another important source of learning and trust just as Sonic has been for the girl. Being her 2nd teacher, after Sonic’s Speed Control teachings, the Princess has been teaching her how to control and use her Pyrokinesis Prowers properly, and also self-control and yoga teachings to help her have auto control over her powers and emotions-inducing rage outbursts.

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[More information about Project K as a whole here]

#Kookie Draws #Project K AU #Project Katedown AU #Sonookie #Sonamy #Sonic x Kookie #Kookie Star the Hedgecat #SonicTheHedgehog #ShadowTheHedgehog #Miles Tails Prower #Blaze the Cat #Amy Rose #sonicartist #Sonic OC Origin Story #Sonic OC #Canon x OC

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avisisisis · 2 years

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Rottmnt Headcanons!! (2)

Leo listens to girl in red because April once forced him to and he fell in love with all the songs. When hanging out, they put girl in red in the background.

Raph has a lot of plushies from his childhood. He doesn't play with them anymore, but they're still they're and he would never give them up (haha just like me fr!!)

There was this one time where the turtles wanted pizza and instead of just ordering like any normal person they crashed a stranger's kitchen and stole every pizza related thing. It's still an unsolved crime.

Donnie always had problem with touching, but it got a lot worse after the movie. Now he doesn't let anyone hug him, slap him or anything. Especially on his shell. He feels bad for flinching when people try to hug him. The others tell him that they don't mind and they get it. He's really grateful for that.

When they were younger, Splinter got these really depressing episodes where he couldn't even get out of bed. Raph was the one to take care of them when this happened. The worst ones could last weeks.

Splinter didn't want to get attached to the turtles, so he tried to be as distant as possible whole still being a good caretaker. Also, he gave them as much freedom as possible because of how he didn't have any growing up, but since he never wanted to be with his grandfather he didn't think they would want to be with him. Which is why he was so surprised when four little children came into his room crying because he wouldn't play with them.

After explaining the whole future thing to Casey, she ran into the Lair, deciding to test her son. He passed immediately.

The twins have their own version of the Lair Games which they play everyday to decide who's the oldest. It can change from rock papper scissors to a fight to the death (Raph always stops them before they actually do anything).

The boys chose their own names. Splinter was reading them a book, and Donnie mentioned the fact that they don't have actual names, just weird color nicknames. So, Splinter tells them to find a name they like and make it their own. They decided to go by the names they have now because they wanted to match.

They all love Brooklyn 99 because I love Brooklyn 99.

Everytime they talk about “the family”, they include April, because she's their sister.

There was this one time where April didn't have anyone to go to the school dance with so Leo joined the school a few months before and went with her using Sunita's cloaking brooch (he had to fight Donnie because he also wanted to go to school).

Mikey tried to give Big Mama a redemption arc like he did with Draxum, but he didn't manage to fully do it so they now visit eachother once a week while still fighting whenever they're on duty.

The Krang is basically the only thing Leo won't joke about. They found out when Donnie said that “the last fun thing I did was two months ago and it was becoming a fucking Krang spaceship” and Leo stared at him for the next ten minutes.

Whenever Mikey or Leo go quiet, Raph is alone and Donnie is handling dangerous weapons without adult supervision it's because something is going down.

April is the only one who has a normal sleep schedule because her mom won't let her stay awake too late.

Mayhem thinks the family is stupid, but he loves them anyway. Sometimes.

Raph screamed when Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago kissed and everyone else worried.

Leo and Raph are basically the scene where Jake says “if I run at Terry he'll most likely catch me in his arms”. Raph would catch anyone else, but it's only Leo the one who throws himself at him.

April goes to the Lair almost everyday and complains about school with any of the boys. They always listen to her rants.

Leo figured out that he had adhd when April told him that she thought he had it. He never got the chance to get an actual diagnosis so he felt like he wasn't even if the sings were all there and he could see them.

Sunita found everyone a therapist at the Hidden City. Her name's Charlie and they all like her.

Donnie likes to threaten people he doesn't like. He also threatens Leo, but he doesn't actually mean them.

Because of being in contact with eachother when they were mutated, the turtles have traits of the other's species. That's why Donnie can go into his shell, why he has purple marks, why Raph's isn't as spiny as he should be, why their colors are different from the original species, etc.

Red eared sliders comunicate with vibrations, so Leo does this really low vibration thing when he feels happy, pleased or just when he's in a good mood that April calls purring no matter how much he complains about it.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt the movie #i started watching brooklyn 99 a day ago #i'm at the middle of season two #the episode where jake meets sophia i think?#anyways. it's great and i love it #so now the family watches it too because i want to #avis talks

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yuraimi-lee-bunny · 8 months

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Honestly, my passion for Carmen Sandiego and Red Crackle has never ceased, but I was too busy with various little things that I didn't have time to share. But I finally have time, I read a BEAUTIFUL Red Crackle fanfic, so I have a lot of inspiration to share little ideas and crossovers.

1.- I have had this headcanon/crossover since the beginning of this year and I love it! And it may sound very strange but I don't care, here I go: I started watching Bluey at the beginning of this year, I love the Heeler family and since I found out that they're australians I couldn't help but think that Chilli and Bandit would adopt Gray. Gray would love his sisters Bluey and Bingo.

2.- This is perhaps more of a... VERY vague idea but, I find it curious that Gray is an orphan while Chilli suffered a miscarriage, thus losing her first child (it's confirmed by the creator) That has sometimes led to thinking that Gray is the long lost son of Chilli and Bandit. I know, that sounds crazy, but I find Bandit and Chilli's personalities to be similar to some that Gray has.

3.- This is more of a fanfic idea I had two years ago that I didn't get a chance to write, but I want to give some context on the idea at least:

I had the plan of a fanfic where the worlds of Carmen Sandiego and Blookyn Nine Nine were united. Where Amy Santiago was actually not the only woman in her family or the least of they. The Santiagos had a girl named Carmen Santiago, but she was the most rebellious of all. Unlike her parents and family, Carmen had her own convictions and she didn't like that pleasure of having to compete to be the best brother (she knew she was the best), much less being SO organized or SO disciplined as her sister, Amy. She even learned to steal on her own, which made her parents feel ashamed and her male brothers angry because Carm always hid his belongings from them (except Amy. She liked to tease Amy by calling her "nerd" but deep down she loved her a lot) The only thing in common that Carmen and her family had, was wanting to be a police officer, but again, under their own rules. In summary: The Santiagos had enough of Carmen when she turned 18 and they wanted to put limits on her, to the point of threatening to take her last name and basically kick her out of the house. Carmen took it seriously and she did it all by herself. She left the papers at the house and said please NEVER say that she was a Santiago again, she wasn't going to tell them where she was going to live or the new name she had given herself. The only one who was hurt by her departure was Amy, because although she cared too much about her and her black sheep attitude (nickname that she earned from her entire family) she admired her a lot and she felt attached to her. A year later, Amy received a letter from someone named "Carmen Sandiego" to find out that she was her younger sister. Carmen only sends her letters very occasionally, but still, she's appreciated by Amy and knows that her younger sister can take care of herself. Although sometimes, she has rarely been caught by the police for robbery, which worries Amy and when she goes to see her, she's greeted with the notification that Carmen managed to escape from the police station. Out of respect for her sister, Amy has never mentioned her existence, taking the role of being "the only daughter of the Santiagos, and the youngest".

On the other hand, Jake Peralta discovers that he has a younger half-brother, in Australia! Yes, although his father had mentioned to him that he had half-brothers and half-sisters scattered across the United States (and now apparently in other parts of the world) at the last minute, his father informs Jake that he must pick up his younger brother from the airport, since his mother has died and no one in the mother's family accepts him as part of the family. Jake is very excited about this, because for the first time he would meet a brother and he wanted to be a big brother figure for him (and yes... Jake practiced his lousy Aussie accent) Jake only knew his name was Graham, but on the sign it just said "My Aussie younger half-brother" (he didn't put his name because it didn't fit on the sign) While waiting, he noticed something like the good detective he is: a young man was helping a person with his luggage, but with great agility he had stolen the man's wallet. Jake approaches him saying in a low voice "please return the wallet, or no nachos and beer for dinner today, mate" Yes, Jake noticed by the way he spoke that he was Australian, and by certain features that he was from the Peraltas according to In Jake's eyes, Jake was worried that they could be very polar opposites simply because he's a detective and his Aussie brother a thief.

Obviously, there would be Red Crackle, the Red team, the 99 team, VILE, ACME, action and comedy, but I never had the time to write it and since English isn't my forte, the truth only stays in my head many scenes and beautiful moments.

And that's it! Sorry for my long post and if you read it all, I really appreciate it! There is a Red Crackle fic narrated by Gray that if I wanted to do, it would be a one-shot with an optional crossover epilogue, but I hope I can finish it hehehe.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #graham calloway #graham crackle #red crackle #bluey #bluey heeler #bingo heeler #chilli heeler #bandit heeler #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #jake peralta #peraltiago #crossover

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skull001 · 1 year

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Some interactions I'd love to see more of with Amy:

1.- Amy and Knuckles. I like how it breaks stereotypes by having the strongest and manliest member of the team feeling comfortable enough to talk and share with Amy about the things he would never with the likes of Sonic or Rouge.

Knuckles displaying his more vulnerable side in the confidence and safety that only Amy provides adds an extra layer of dimension that humanizes his character, and further emphasizes Amy's role as the heart of the team and how she can be Knuckle's best and closest friend, giving both characters a dynamic of their own that is interesting to see and which could give Sonic and Tails a run for their money, especially with how charming it is to see Amy, the girl many assume would be the one in need of being protected, actually being the one who fiercely defends Knuckles against anyone who tries to take advantage of his noble disposition and honest character.

2.- Amy and Blaze. The thing that appeals to me with these two girls is how their personalities both contrast and complement each other's: Amy's the bubbly, easy-going and optimist, while Blaze is serious, no-nonsense and realist. Yet despite this, both share common ground in their desire to protect those they care for the most in their own unique ways. Amy is warm, almost motherly while Blaze (ironically, given her fire powers) can be cold and blunt, like the snow that covers the grass in winter, protecting it from the harsh wind outside. Amy can admire Blaze and learn from her to become a stronger heroine, while Blaze learns from Amy how to be more in touch with her own heart, as well as to enjoy the small things that makes life enjoyable. If Amy ever needed a big sister figure, Blaze would be the ideal choice. (Rouge is more like that crazy aunt who commits crimes, lol)

3.- Amy and Metal Sonic. These two have a history so to speak, as both debuted at the same time and how without Metal's kidnapping, Sonic would had never rescued Amy and in doing do, steal her heart.

The thing here is that, Metal Sonic is evil to the core of his programming and never once has done anything that resembles a spark of goodness in him for Amy to latch onto... However, there is yet another way for Amy to become invested in Metal Sonic: have her find him utterly defeated and in a very pathetic state. This was done by Tyson Hesse in the 6th episode of Sonic Mania Adventures, where Amy felt sorry for the abandoned robot. I would very much would like to see a similar premise, but expanded and developed further by having Metal Sonic start to question the nature of his actions after being a victim of Amy's kindness, becoming curious about what motivates this girl who is his enemy, help him... and in doing so, he starts to learn from Amy a sense of not only morality, but also freedom. That he is what he is because he was never given a choice.

4.- Amy and Shadow. I always thought there is something sad about how quickly the ball was dropped with these two, given that Amy played a very big and important part in Shadow not only remembering the true purpose for which he was created, but also how Amy's words made him UNDERSTAND Maria's wish and why no one has the right to deny humanity it's existance and why it was worth believing in people who despite their flaws, try their best to do the right thing.

I think Amy has the maturity and tact to approach Shadow, understanding that unlike the others, he still is very reluctant to open up to bonding with people whom he knows he is destined to outlive. She would give him his space, while also reminding him that he is not alone, and that even if he will continue to live after sll of thrm had their time in the world, he shouldn't close his heart, because the connections and bonds one makes in their lifetime are the things that make the world worth of not only protecting, but also of living.

#Amy Rose #Knuckles the Echidna #Blaze the cat #Metal Sonic #Shadow the Hedgehog

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sofiiel · 13 days

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There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 6000+ words: (CW: some angst. fluff. protective Eddie. strained family dynamic. demodog violence. cannon level violence.)

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The engine of your car rumbled loudly as Amy tore up the road, the odd sounds of the strange dogs baying behind you. You pulled yourself away from the window and turned to Amy with great concern.

"Why won't they stop?" you asked her, to which Amy shrugged.

"Maybe you smell good, like a T-bone steak?" Amy's voice had hints of sarcasm in them.

You watched Amy, who gave a roll of her eyes, it was obvious her fake calm wasn't convincing.

"Look I don't know ok! I've never seen this many before." Amy said.

"But you've seen them before? Like before today." You clarified.

"In person? Only since I've been in Hawkins," Amy stole a glance at you.

"But I've seen them drawn before in one of the Loxion information drops, I investigated while trying to find my sister." Amy explained.

"Drop houses? Drawing?" you questioned, your body ached, and your mind was spinning, but you tried your best to listen in and listen well.

"Yeah, some shit drawing some poor kids scribbled it looked old as sin and was faded, but it was the same monster. Loxion has information drops. Usually old factories or abandoned warehouses, and somewhere inside is a safe. Not a small one either, we're talking one of those big boys you see at banks." Said Amy.

"How do you know what bank safes look like." you asked cautiously.

"One question at a time." Amy shot with a mischievous side smile.

"Fine, so. Go on." you urged.

"Well this drop was full of files from overseas, Russia, Denmark, China, France India, even Nigeria and those were just a few." Amy exhaled as she could recall shifting through a nearly endless amount of boxes.

"While I was looking through some of the files I found the file of a boy Boris Ismaylov at some point in the 1950s he was bought from his parents by Loxion by that I mean with the help of the KGB as middlemen who took most of the money themselves ...but moving on..." Amy cleared her throat as she saw your brow lift at the fervor of which she ranted.

"Boris was held in a test facility for two years in Nome because they needed a safe go-between from US to Russia, but the KGB did not want Loxion on their soil. Boris would draw on the walls of his room with chalk and paints. The file had worn pictures of those drawings in them. The figure he drew the most was hard to make out, but it was large, like a cluster of twisters. The others looked a bit like animals....if they crawled out of hell." Amy said.

You watched Amy in silence, no longer concerned with her inability to steadily steer the car.

"There was also a scrap from I guess his diary, all it said was 'I do not wish to go back' isn't that shit creepy." Amy muttered.

"That was written in English?" you asked, if only to give your mind a break from the whirlwind of information.

Amy scrunched up her nose, "you really are a small town bumpkin, just because they aren't American doesn't mean they never took to English, Boris probably spoke several languages - from his file the kid was like freakishly smart." Amy reasoned.

"I wonder what they were doing with him." you murmured.

Amy glanced at the rearview mirror, "if we go any further, we'll be leading them out of town." she said with a grimace.

You arched a brow, "and that's....a bad thing somehow?" you asked Amy.

"Uh, yeah, we need somebody to see these things." Amy grunted.

"Do you know the way to the Police station?" Amy asked.

"Well yes but.... I doubt anyone's there at this hour." you murmured.

"Don't care, they have surveillance...somebody will see them," Amy murmured.

You gave a stiff nod, "turn back around and follow the road we've taken back, but when you get close to Pastor Alvin's neighborhood again, take a left and keep going." you instructed.

Eddie peered out the windows of his van, the haze of the Ketamine finally wearing off, he gave his head a shake.

"Ugh, god damn..." He hissed in a soft sigh, rubbing his eyes.

"Right never again..." he whispered.

Taking a cautious look around, Eddie frowned.

"Now the real riddle is....did the whole conversation with weird girl actually happen or...."

Eddie couldn't pull his eyes away from the dark forest outside his van, "was I trippin that hard." he muttered dryly.

With a sigh, he flopped back into his seat, sinking down with his eyes peering over the steering wheel.

The fact of the matter was, He couldn't tell.

Yes, one of ____'s friends appearing in the woods with the head of one of the strange dogs in hand was almost unbelievable. But so was the existence of the dogs themselves, and he had already seen one personally.

Eddie glanced out the window again, his paranoia growing. They could very well be outside, stalking his van.

"Stalking you, even." he said to himself. He didn't like the odds of the creatures being herbivores.

Leaning his head back against the seat, Eddie watched the slightly torn fabric on the ceiling of the vehicle.

"What would I even do? If Weird Girl has a plan, did she mean for me to wait here? Go home?" Eddie thought, his arms folding across his chest.

"I've got a winning streak going on now, I couldn't just go home." he thought as a lopsided smile tilted onto his face.

Eddie then sat up in the seat and gripped the steering wheel, "right..." he exhaled, starting the van.

"The things I'll do for a thank you from you." he murmured.

"There it is!" you called, pointing to the police station.

"Are they still back there?" Amy asked.

Leaning out the window you turned to look behind the car.

"Not all of them, the packs only a few now." you reported.

"A few is more than enough." Amy said swerving the car into the parking lot, she slammed on the brakes, nearly sending you tumbling out the window.

"Sorry!" Amy shouted.

You could feel your heart pounding as you clutched at your seatbelt.

"You're never driving again." you said, reaching to roll up your window.

"Ever." you added firmly.

"I'm ok with that," Amy said quickly.

The two of you huddled close to each other as the dogs closed in.

"So what now?" you asked.

"I didn't think that far ahead." Amy mumbled, eyes wide as one of the dogs hopped onto the hood of the car, pacing in front of the window.

"Can..." you stammered, gulping as you held onto Amy's hand.

"Can it see us?" you asked.

Amy shook her head feebly, "don't know... I mean... I hope not, like ....shit, they don't have eyes." Amy said.

"But all predators can smell fear." you spoke in a whisper.

"And I'm beyond scared." you confessed.

"Shit yourself yet?" Amy asked in a nervous chuckle, "I just might..." Amy murmured, nearly jumping out of her skin as with a bang, one of the dogs hopped onto the roof.

"Do we stay in here or try to run for the station doors?" you asked.

"We don't have a weapon, and we're not sure anyone is inside." Amy reasoned.

"They don't know what a car is or how to get in...if they can get in." said Amy.

She then teetered her head to the side, ".....they did of course jump clean through the glass of that creep's house window." she added.

You shut your eyes tight, "oh my god, Amy! We cannot stay in here!" you shouted in panic.

Amy hushed you angrily, "stop!" Amy whispered.

"Maybe they can't hear well." she added.

You bent over in your seat and searched under it.

"What are you looking for?" Amy asked.

"I used to have my dad's old broken golf club in here... it's only about as long as a bat now but...it still hurts," you muttered, a smile coming to your face as you pulled the club free from under the seat.

A faint light in the window of the Police Station caught Amy's attention.

"Look!" She gasped quietly, "Someone's home....aren't you lucky." Amy whispered.

"The question is how do we get out of here? We open a door, and they're coming right inside," you murmured.

Amy's gaze fell on the golf club clutched in your hands.

"I can see the inside of the lobby from here, which means I can phase into it." Amy said.

"But I cannot phase other people with me. So you'll need to make a run for it while I open the door for you," she added.

You frowned as you did not savor the idea of making a break for the doors alone.

"You'll have the club, right? And whoever is in the station will come investigate once they hear me inside opening the door at this time of night." Amy reasoned.

You both found yourselves looking at the creature pacing restlessly on the hood of the car.

You heaved a sigh and could feel your heart pounding in fear.

"It's better than staying in here." you exhaled.

"Then when you're ready I'll phase." Said Amy.

"This is as ready as I'm gonna get, let's do it." you said taking a gulp of air.

Amy phased quickly into the station, as always a soft tearing sound crackled in the air.

She exhaled in relief just to be away from the surrounding dogs. Now she needed to open that front door quickly.

From the back of the station, where a small warm light lingered, Deborah Sinclair carefully flipped through photo's she had taken during her investigations at the Hawkins Animal Shelter.

One hand covered her mouth as her stomach turned at the site of the mangled cats and dogs.

"It didn't so much as eat them as it did tear them in half...circular teeth marks...what animal had those?" Deborah murmured to herself.

The pictures were sending a fearful chill down her spine. She would have thought it was some horrible prank by the local teens, but this sort of thing usually didn't crop up until Halloween.

Studying the images before her, Deborah shook her head, "the corpses, they look as if whatever it was got bored or...was unsatisfied with the prey. They aren't fully eaten, just...chewed up and discarded." she murmured.

A sound at the station door nearly made Deborah jump out of her chair.

Calming herself, she scooped the pictures into a neat pile and tucked them into her desk drawer.

"Relax, you're a cop. Don't be jumpy." she laughed at herself, standing up, Deborah went to investigate.

"Maybe our shameless leader has decided to show his face around here again finally." Deborah thought, a smirk of amusement on her face.

That smirk promptly fell away as she spotted a familiar figure fiddling around with the lock on the door.

"You!" Deborah gasped.

"Freeze, kid! How'd you get in here!" She shouted.

There was no need to pull a gun, so Deborah held her ground. The girl before her slowly raised her hands into the air.

"Listen... We can talk about me lifting those water bottles later, ok," Amy growled in frustration.

"My friend is about to get eaten by a pack of mutant dogs outside - you're a cop, right? Do something!" Amy reasoned.

Deborah's gaze slipped past Amy's back briefly before they focused on the girl once more.

"Nice try kiddo, but Mutant Dogs won't distrac-" Deborah's words faded as her mind recalled the photographs she had been examining earlier.

"Just look outside!" Amy called out.

With careful steps, Deborah walked to the door and peered into the night, her heart skipped several beats as her jaw fell.

"I told you," Amy stated flatly, watching as Deborah pulled free her pistol.

Deborah took count of how many of the strange creatures were surrounding the little black car.

"Where'd they come from? Why're there so many?" she asked.

Amy shrugged, "we were sort of hoping you guys could help with that - and there were more." said Amy.

Deborah cast a troubled glance of amazement towards Amy who seemed far too calm.

"Once you've seen them for the first time up close, you stop being shocked," Amy explained.

"We need to get your friend out of that car," Deborah said, steeling her nerves in order to focus.

Eddie's van ripped up the streets, his eyes darting from the road to the speedometer and back again.

"I'm gonna get the worst ticket in history, come on, where are you?" Eddie thought to himself, peering around the streets.

Rounding a corner, his foot stomped on the break, nearly sending him crashing into the steering wheel. Eddie could feel his lungs jump into his throat as his eyes fell on the circle of fleshy hounds circling a black car in the near distance.

"You've got to be kidding me." Eddie said, watching the scene with wide eyes.

Three of them were bad enough, he managed that much.

"It's not like you had a choice." He thought to himself.

However, he was looking at twice that number and his foot felt glued to the break.

"If you stay back here....she'll never know." Eddie thought.

A grimace came to his face as he was making himself sick to the stomach.

"You'll know." Eddie said to himself, but the site of the hounds froze his body in place.

You sank down into the seat, eyes shut tight.

"Just hop out and make a break for the door." you told yourself for the fifteenth time.

Your heart rattled around your chest as if it would try and burst out, and your mouth felt dry.

"It's no worse than being out here...just - run, right? You've done it before." you continued your pep talk, when a screeching came from above you, loud and piercing enough to make the ears bleed.

You quickly covered your ears and looked up at the roof of the car.

"You're kidding!" you gasped, watching as claws slowly tore through.

"What's it doing up there?" Deborah murmured

Amy's eyes flew open wide, "It's digging its way in, we have to do something now!" she called.

Deborah pulled the keys to the station from her pocket and tossed them to Amy.

"When you open the door I'm going to open fire, be sure to stay behind me." Deborah instructed.

Amy gave a nod, caught the keys and did as she was told.

You screamed as the hound's claws tore a space to reach his paw down towards you. Sinking to lay across the front seats, you tried your best to avoid the swipes.

Your club rested clutched to your chest, your mind was shouting for you to swing while fear kept you petrified.

"Girl, move!" your mind shouted at you, but your legs wobbled about like jello, and the Creature above's frantic pawing had the others back on the hunt.

The hound on the hood now placed his front paws onto the window, and you feared that it might break the glass.

"How much do those things weigh....probably as much as I do...." you thought, trying your best to avoid the swipes.

From his place in his van, Eddie could see the station door fly open, and the flash of ignited gunpowder after a bang.

He gave a sigh as the tension melted away from his body when one of the creatures pacing about on the ground fell with a whimper that was unearthly.

"Amy, you did it!" you cheered, the bang of the gun shook free your temporary paralysis of fear and you tossed open the car door.

It didn't take long for the dogs to zero in on you. Another round of bullets fired.

"McKinney over here!" Deborah called out.

You swung your bat horizontally at one of the creatures and while it staggered, you brought the round end of the club down on his head, making a run for the Station doors.

Deborah's hands trembled at the sight of the monsters, and she found it hard to get a clean shot at the strange animals.

"Stop missing." She growled at herself in a frustrated rage, all she needed was a good headshot to take the things down, but she could not land any.

You made it to Deborah and Amy, hiding near the doorway with Amy.

"You good?" Amy asked.

You shook your head no, and tried to catch your breath.

"Me neither." Amy puffed with a tilted smile.

"I've lit them up, why won't they die?" Deborah asked.

"They're tough as shit." Amy called out.

Deborah eyed the monsters, which, though whimpering, slowly closed in.

"I need back up." Deborah whispered, fumbling for her walkie.

"Where do you keep the guns?" Amy asked.

"Not a chance in hell, kid." Deborah scoffed.

"Well you need help right? You call for help, and how long will that take? Hmm?" Amy pressed as Deborah reloaded her gun.

"Cause I got some news for you, these guys bust through glass like it's nothing." Amy added.

"You can fire a gun?" you asked her with wide eyes.

Amy's chest puffed out with pride, "I can fire an automatic." she boasted.

"Who the hell taught you that?" you asked.

"My uncle," Amy said with a shrug.

You gave your head a shake, "weirder and weirder by the day - I just want to survive this." you thought.

Deborah grimaced, the monsters wouldn't let up, she couldn't find the time to lift her walkie, and before she knew it she had been lunged at.

"Officer Sinclair!" you gasped, the two of you watched as Deborah struggled, wrestling with the strange dog about the floor.

"Girls get inside! On the front desk, the quick dial....called the Chief of Police Hopper!" Deborah shouted.

"We leave you and your dog food!" Amy called.

"Amy," You sighed clutching your club and raising it high.

"Go call." you exhaled rushing out to Deborah.

"Wait! Ugh...fine! You two die, and it's not my fault!" Amy shouted, phasing back into the building.

You swung relentlessly at the dog attacking Deborah.

"Behind you!" the officer called out.

You hit the ground and rolled, coming face to face with another one of the monsters.

"nononono." your mind panicked.

You tried to crawl away from it as it stalked towards you, flaring open its plantlike mouth.

"Officer Sinclair!" You called for help, but it was clear she had her own struggles to worry about.

You shut your eyes tight as a second dog joined in and awaited the horror of the needle-like teeth when the screeching of tires and a sickening splatter tore your eyes back open.

You could feel chunks of the dogs hit your dress, arms, and legs.

With wide eyes, you watched the mutant dog mash in the middle of the parking lot.

Eddie poked his head out of the driver's window to look down at his tire which spun about but refused to move the van anymore.

"Eddie?" you questioned in a stunned sqawk.

Deborah managed to get the barrel of her gun into the mouth of the monster and fired.

Turning her head to avoid getting blood in her eyes.

"Everyone inside! Quickly!" She called.

Eddie abandoned his van lodged in monster remains and ran to you, Deborah urging you both inside.

"Go, to the back of the station, the medical lab has a security door." Deborah raid.

"Did you reach Hopper?" Deborah asked Amy as the three of them dashed through the lobby.

"H-he's not picking up!" Amy stammered in panic.

"Leave it, come on to the medical Lab, hurry!" Deborah called, giving Amy a shove.

"Why are these things chasing you?" Eddie asked you.

"Hell if I know." you puffed out of breath.

Deborah held open the door to the lab and ushered you all inside.

"Ok," Eddie sang skeptically as he watched Deborah go to close them inside.

Slipping his foot between the door he stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"You've got the gun, we've got a busted metal stick." Eddie reasoned.

You side glanced.

"we had a busted metal stick.... I dropped it back in the parking lot." you murmured guiltily.

"You'll be safe in this room, I need to make it to the firearms locker. I'm about out of bullets and there are still three of those things left." Deborah reasoned.

"So leave us the gun and run like hell and get you a couple of fresh ones." Amy said.

"No, she's right...she needs it." Eddie said with a heavy sigh.

He removed his foot from the door.

"I'll be back when it's clear. If it gets quiet, head for the cars and get out." Deborah instructed.

"Trust me, you don't have to tell me twice," Eddie said.

"We'll get out if you take too long." you said.

"but I'd rather you come back." you added.

Deborah smiled faintly, "I'm a stubborn bitch to take down, you can trust that. Just hold tight, alright." she said, closing the door.

Amy rushed to lock it from the inside, and the three of you glanced at each other.

"So now we just....wait?" Eddie questioned.

You peered out of the small glass window in the door, and as you did so you could hear the shattering of the windows in the Lobby.

"Get back!" Eddie called, taking you and Amy by the arm, he pulled you away from the door.

On instinct, together you all sank to the ground in the corner and huddled together.

You could feel your pulse running a race in your veins.

Your hand moved with a mind of its own as it reached for Eddie's hand. You held it tight.

Eddie glanced at you, He would tell you it was going to be ok, but he couldn't even tell himself it was going to be ok.

"Things are far from ok, when you're constantly being hunted by...demon dogs...alien dogs...whatever." He thought.

Pulling his hand away from you, he instead placed that arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer as if sheltering you under his wing.

You looked up at him with grateful eyes and then mimicked his motion for Amy, who gladly huddled under your arm.

"Officer Sinclair will handle them." you whispered.

"And with any luck...these are the last of them." you added.

However, the sounds of gunfire and the wails of the monsters shook the confidence from your words.

The lights in the Medical Lab flickered violently before the room fell into darkness.

"Not again." you whimpered.

"Again?" Eddie and Amy asked.

"Yes...." you murmured softly, You eyes carefully scanning the room.

The tips of your fingers started to feel cold, a slippery tingle dripping down the back of your neck.

Eddie and Amy watched you as you seemed to cower.

"It's the prey drive, all you need to do is stop running. You are not the prey."

A rough voice echoed in you head.

"That voice..." you thought, you could clearly picture the familiar face of the odd child in your dream.

You quickly pinched yourself. "

"ow!" you yelped.

"What was that for?" Amy asked.

"I had to make sure I was awake.... I can't go to sleep." you explained.

Eddie eyed you in confusion up and down.

"And....why not? Why would you?" He asked carefully.

"I seem to wake up somewhere else." you confessed, your voice small.

"Like...." Eddie lulled, as he drew ina slow shakey breath.

"When you went missing for six days?" he questioned.

You gave a stiff nod.

"Shit." Amy hissed, tossing her arms around you.

"Hold her down," Amy said.

Eddie copied Amy's movement and wrapped his arms around you as well.

"You should have told me it started with dreams...." Amy whispered.

The gravity in her voice made you nervous. "Why?" you asked.

"Boris had dreams too.... it's why they kept him locked away in the room," Amy stated.

"B-Boris?" Eddie asked, looking between the two of you.

"Who the hell is Boris?" He asked, "and....why was he locked away?"

"He's nobody," Amy said quickly.

She'd hoped it would hush him.

"Worry about yourself for now, and don't let go." Amy said.

Eddie frowned, he would remain quiet for now, but one way or another someone was going to give him some answers.

Deborah reached the firearms locker and shut herself in. The monster dogs slamming against the sturdy metal door like rain pelting a window.

Resting against the door, Deborah caught her breath, her eyes lighting up at the various weapons before her.

"Made it, now I can give those things a taste of their own medicine." she thought, collecting a few guns and loading them up.

Meanwhile, in the Medical Lab, Amy sat huddled together glaring at Eddie, who would not stop staring at her.

You looked between them nervously.

"You guys ok?" you whispered.

"No, I want to know why Rughead keeps staring at me." Amy spoke with pointed words.

Eddie's eyes thinned in annoyance.

"Can you not call me that?" He asked dryly.

"No. It's your new name, deal with it." Amy shot.

You sighed, "I guess he probably wants answers.... that's all." you said.

"Yes, he does, but that's not why I'm staring." Eddie stated simply.

"Then what's your problem?" Amy asked.

"Outside, you poofed out of thin air, I know I've had some shit tonight....but I definitely saw that." Eddie spoke with critical caution.

"So what are you?" He asked.

"A magician!" Amy cheered quietly with jazz hands as she gave a grin of fake cheer.

Eddie's brows lifted, unimpressed with her sarcasm, and Amy fixed her expression to match.

"It's none of your business." she shot.

"I'm stuck in a small room, hiding in the corner in the dark from the most metal dogs in the history of ever," Eddie said holding up a single finger.

"Which would be some hellaciously boss shit - if they weren't trying to eat us," he added struggling to contain his frustration.

"I think it's my business." Eddie finished.

Amy shook her head, "Nobody asked you to show up." Amy grumbled.

"Well, I'm glad he did... I was almost monster food," you whispered.

"But," you added hesitantly.

"I get what Amy is trying to say...the wrong way mind you but still. It's best if you don't get too involved. We've found ourselves heading down the rabbit hole, and it doesn't look very nice." you murmured.

Eddie looked between the two,.

"So call me the mad hatter, I've got a march hare plus Tweedle Dee and Dum too." Eddie said.

You nearly laughed as a faint smile came to your face.

"No." Amy stated.

"Believe it or not, I'm actually trying to help you." she said.

"This is our business, you are not a part of it." Amy said pointedly.

Eddie looked at you and frowned while you tried to offer a smile.

Eddie's eyes fell to his watch, "it's been nearly fifteen minutes." he said, looking up towards the door.

"How much longer should we wait?" Amy asked, listening to the gunfire down the hall.

"She said if it gets quiet to run. We hear gunshots...that must be a good thing." you reasoned.

"It also means those things aren't dead yet, which is pretty bad - If you ask me." Eddie chimed in.

"So do we break for it?" Amy asked.

"But what if Officer Sinclair needs help?" you asked.

"She's a cop, she'll be fine -" Amy said, her words drowned out by a booming sound that shook the building.

"What the hell was that?" Eddie asked quickly.

"And why'd it sound like a hand grenade...." Amy said, looking between them.

Eddie hopped to his feet, and pulled each of you up with him.

"Alright, no. Time to leave." He said.

Amy crept to the door and peeked out of the small window, outside a thin layer of smoke hovered. "

We've actually got a good bit of cover, that smoke should mess with their sense of smell." Amy said, slowly opening the door.

With just enough space to slip through, Amy took the lead, you and Eddie following after.

"You know, it would have been a wise idea to see if they had any sleeping drugs," Eddie whispered, following behind you.

"It's a police station, not a hospital, I doubt they would have." you said.

"You need to pacify perps sometimes, right? I'm not saying it would have been strong...." said Eddie.

Amy gave a hard roll of her eyes, "Yeah, you wanna be the one to get those things to take it?" she asked.

Eddie paused in his step and gave a nod of his head, "point taken." he hummed.

As the three of you rushed out of the police station, you noticed a man getting out of a tan Chevrolet Blazer.

"Whoa nice stash." Amy chimed as he looked at your frantic figures bewildered.

"Hands up where I can see them," The man's voice called.

Your hands quickly shot into the air, while Amy and Eddie gave synchronized eye rolls, each lazily raising their hands.

"What are you three up to at the station at this time of night..." The man asked carefully, his eyes narrowed as they fell on Eddie.

"Don't I know you?" he asked.

Eddie titled his head to one side, dryly looking the cop up and down,.

"You might probably not so much me as the company I kept." Eddie grumbled.

You stole a glance at him curiously.

"Officer Sinclair needs help" you said, turning your attention to the cop.

"She had us try and call the police chief, but he isn't picking up, there are things in there," Amy added in quickly.

"Things?" The cop asked slowly.

You studied the look in his eyes and slowly lowered your hands.

"Monsters." you said.

"Monster dogs really, we think... um -" Eddie lulled glancing back nervously towards the station.

"Their heads kinda...Shwuush..." He said, mimicking the opening motion with his hands, "fly open." Eddie said.

"And they haven't got a face...." You added.

"And they really like this one here." Eddie said, pointing a finger down at you above your head.

"Although, I-I don't really blame them." Eddie said with a shrug.

You and Amy both turned to look at him and in return, Eddie began to fiddle with the ends of his hair.

"I mean, not to eat or anything - that would be, weird or-" Eddie mentally kicked himself as he continued to fumble with his words.

"Just shut up!" his mind shouted at him.

"...you know t-taken, um" Eddie cleared his throat and lightly kicked at the asphalt.

"Wrong." He said.

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and drew in a deep breath, turning to look at the cop.

"Um so... Officer Sinclair, monsters...you'll help her, right?" you asked, your voice higher than it should be.

The cop looked at each of you somewhat fed up.

The annoyance slipped away from his face as he peered at the station, gunshots fired, and it was enough to cause him to draw his own gun.

"Stay out here." He said simply, heading for the shattered doors.

The three of you turned and watched the cop go.

"Like hell." Eddie murmured, jogging towards his van.

He opened the back doors and started to dig beneath the folded-down seat.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"Getting a rope, I'll tether my van to your car, and you can pull my tire out of the monster mush - then we're getting out of here," Eddie said.

"Rughead finally has a good plan" Amy said, going to help out.

"But....we can't leave them!" you called, flinging your arms towards the station.

"If two cops can't handle those things, what good are we going to do?" Eddie asked.

You frowned, "it's not right." you said, looking between your friends and the station.

Eddie stopped and sighed, turning to face you.

"We'll only hold them back, ok?" he reasoned, rope in hand.

"Plus, those things are after you, right. Maybe knowing you're gone will... I dunno-"

Amy snapped her fingers and grinned, "distract them!" she cheered, cutting Eddie off.

"Yes" Eddie said with a nod.

"You think so?" You questioned.

"Only one way to find out, let's get this rope tied on." Amy said, taking one end of the rope.

"____, back your car up." she said.

Inside the station, Deborah growled at herself as she gave the dead creature before her a hard kick,.

"Son of a bitch." she vented briefly before turning her eyes to the remaining two.

Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger and it clicked emptily. Deborah looked down at the gun in her hands with wide eyes.

"I did not go through all my ammo already." she exhaled.

Deborah's eyes started to scan the room for a potential weapon, a stapler, the water jug, the radio, and a pair of steel scissors were the only decent make-shift weapons about.

"I don't like my odds with any of them." Deborah thought, backing up slowly against the wall.

"Why'd you run your ignorant ass into the coffee room?" she scolded herself.

Two loud shots fired as the monsters closed in, and Deborah's legs almost gave from under her.

"How'd you manage that?" She asked, looking at the whimpering hounds.

They were alive, but they seemed not to be able to move.

"Shoot any living thing in its spine, and it's not going anywhere," Hopper said, his eyes focused on the dogs.

Kneeling with caution, he examined one, turning it to look towards him.

The creature opened its mouth, and before it knew what happened, Hopper fired his gun and went to repeat the process with the remaining creature.

"Chief...what are these things?" Deborah asked.

Hopper shook his head, breathing a long, troubled sigh.

"They look like..." Hopper thought, giving the corpse a shove with the tip of his foot, "But they're smaller..." he thought.

"Chief?" Deborah asked, she watched Hopper gaze at the creatures.

"You've seen it before," she said quietly.

Hopper shook his head, "no," he said, voice distant.

Clearing his throat, he looked up at Deborah.

"No, of course not, I'm just...freaked out." Hopper said with a faltering smile.

"I mean...shit..." He sighed.

"I know..." Deborah said, shaking her head as she looked at the monsters.

Hopper watched her while her attention was elsewhere, "did she buy it?" He thought to himself.

Deborah pointed to the creature.

"You think the Nuclear plant has anything to do with this? Maybe some strays got caught in some of the waste, or...the waste is leaking into the water supply?" Deborah asked, turning her attention to Hopper.

"I think...for now, we get these things into my truck, I'll have someone do an autopsy on them, get down to the bottom of this," Hopper said.

"Sounds like a good idea, We can get the kids to help," Deborah said with a smile.

Hopper gave a nod and let Deborah led the way out of the Coffee room.

However, when the two made it outside the station, the parking lot was empty, save a few mashed monsters.

"W-where'd they go?" Deborah asked.

"Would you stay?" Hopper asked right back.

Several blocks away, you pulled your car to a stop and hopped out, Amy doing the same.

You met Eddie halfway to his van.

"So now what?" Eddie asked.

"We all go home." you exhaled, looking around, it seemed like more of the creatures would pop out at any moment.

"Go home? Your serious?" Eddie asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and hugged yourself, "Yeah, that had to be the last of those things."

"There can't be more than that, it's impossible - not with only us having seen them." you reasoned.

"And even if they are, they clearly want me. You don't have to worry about leading them back to your place or your uncle," you added.

"My uncle likes a good hunt, actually," Eddie murmured.

He looked you over carefully, you looked as if your legs were hardly supporting you and your clothes had wrinkled like wet laundry after being left in a heap to dry.

"But, going home sounds good, you look beat," said Eddie.

"Sleep probably sounds real nice right now," he added.

You side glanced, thinking, "I won't get that at home even if I didn't have to run damage control with Dad."

"Dumbass, she can't sleep." Amy scoffed as a reminder.

"Oh, that's right." He murmured, a concern crossing his face.

You reached around and lightly touched the back of your neck.

"It's ok, I don't feel so strange anymore." you said, feeling slightly relieved.

"I can't say more odd events won't happen back home, but for now I feel fine." you thought.

Eddie and Amy glanced at each other skeptically.

"I think you better crash with me." Amy said.

You grimaced, you felt bad enough that Amy had to hide out in that dusty old basement, and you couldn't imagine spending a night there yourself. A childhood fascination with the old home, or otherwise.

Amy laughed, "don't look at me like that, I've cleaned the place up nice. It's awesome now." she said.

"I can make sure you don't poof away in the night," Amy added.

"I think you should listen to Weird Girl, if you're sleepwalking, a sleepover is probably a good idea." Eddie said.

"Hello, name - Amy." Amy grumbled with a dry wave.

Eddie's gaze slipped over to her as he smirked.

"It's not all that nice is it." he shot, eyes thinning into a halfhearted glare.

"If I have to be Rughead, your name is Weird Girl." He added.

Amy rolled her eyes and you laughed quietly.

"Really I'll be ok, I've got three people in my household." you said.

Neither Eddie nor Amy seemed convinced.

"And?" Amy shot, "they aren't worth a damn." she said.

"Nobody expected what happened the first time, and it's not like I told them exactly what happened. But my dad likes to run a tight ship, so I'm sure he will be watchful. Even if he just thinks I'm sneaking out the house." you explained.

After you heaved a heavy sigh, "especially if he thinks I'm sneaking out the house."

"You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?" Amy said, her brows knitting together as she shook her head hopelessly at you.

"No, I'm just....trying to get things to feel normal. You can will things into being, I have to believe that. So if I put this behind me, maybe it will be over and a nice, simple summer can get underway." you said with a strained smile.

Eddie stood quietly with a frown etched on his face, he released a dissatisfied sigh, his arms dropping to his side.

"I can't kill her optimism." He thought to himself.

Lazily reaching out an arm, he walked towards you, pulling you into a one-armed hug.

"Fine, but I could use a break from being superman for a night." Eddie said with a wink.

There went the butterflies again, "you play too much." you murmured shyly.

Eddie gave a small grin, "just make sure we see you tomorrow." he said, heading for his van.

You and Amy returned to the car and got inside, the ride back to the Creel Mansion was a quiet one as both of you were drained beyond imagination. Sometime along the way, Amy fell asleep.

Back at your house, You crept through the front door as quietly as you could, your parents would be furious and there was no real way you could begin to explain what had happened that night.

The house was dark except for the blue light coming from the downstairs television.

Your heart sank, you gave up your hopes of sneaking and trudged into the living room.

"They aren't home yet, Dad dragged mom to a dinner party," Patrick muttered dryly from his seat on the sofa.

You exhaled in relief.

"You'll still be in trouble," He snickered, tossing you an amused smirk.

"You don't have to tell him anything. For all he knows, I got back home at a good hour." you pleaded.

"Not a chance, I take my licks from Dad when I mess up - you should too," Patrick said with a scowl.

Your gaze wavered to the side, "I get in trouble too. Just not in the same way as you do." you whispered.

Maybe if you stood there long enough he would notice the terrible state you were in, or maybe he hardly saw you enough these days to care. However, that didn't feel true.

You waited, hopeful, no you didn't want to have to explain things. But you just wanted to be seen.

"Could you go? You're ruining the movie." Patrick muttered, kicking his feet up on the sofa.

"Sorry, I'm gone." you spoke quietly, heading for the stairs, you bit your lip.

It wasn't his fault, it was their father that had created the divide between them.

"I miss when he was my little Patty.... I miss when he used to come to me advise," you thought.

Weariness made the aches of you body much more prominent as you climbed the stairs.

"I miss the little boy who'd bring me bandaids just because I stubbed my toe - I miss being sissy." a bittersweet smile came to your face as childhood memories came back.

You stood before your bedroom door.

"I also very much miss not being afraid of my room." you whispered.

Closing your eyes again, you willed the idea that everything was fine, completely normal, and walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You went through the motions of feeding Shelob, and you released the live cricket you'd been saving for your fuzzy friend.

A small smile was brought to your face as you watched Shelob eagerly stalking her prey.

"I should find you more live prey, you really seem to like it." you yawned.

Trudging to the bed, you kicked off your shoes and flopped down, rolling onto your side.

Curling up as small as you could, you lifted your wrist to look at the leather bracelet.

"It's got dark patches from the monster blood now." you thought with a frown.

Your eyelids started to feel heavy.

"Maybe, I can get it cleaned. It's leather, after all. I can't let it get ruined." your thoughts slowly faded as sleep took you.

One hope lingering in the back of your mind, "don't let it happen again."

Amy chomped away at a plum she'd lifted from the grocery store a few days ago, and listened to the local news from her little radio.

She lay on her stomach in the little fort tent she had built for herself, blankets and pillows piled high.

"Nobody is talking about it yet, so Officer Sinclair and that other guy haven't gone public with it yet..." Amy murmured.

"It is pretty early, but who cares, mutant monsters terrorizing townspeople." Amy sighed, tossing the pit of the plum across the basement, landing it in a dusty unopened box.

A few hours passed and the last remnants of night would soon be fading, a figure snuck down the sidewalk of a quiet upper-middle suburban block.

Crickets still chirped, a dog bayed off in the distance, and the air smelled of summer breeze kissed grass.

The figure shadowed by the night hopped the back fence into the McKinney's backyard.

Eddie stood up and examined the large backyard.

"Hello pool." He said in a whisper of a whistle, but being impressed did nothing for the disappointment on his face.

"Three people she said, the car is not in the driveway." Eddie thought, walking closer to the house.

His eyes scanned the windows carefully, there were three of them upstairs.

"Which one is yours." Eddie thought.

Glancing over the rest of the house, Eddie spotted a soft light in what looked like the back door to the living room. Being as careful as he could, Eddie snuck over, peering into the glass.

"Patrick," Eddie murmured, watching his fellow student kick back while watching a movie.

It was only the back of his head, but it was hard to mistake the slightly lopsided high-top fade.

Backing away, Eddie cast his eyes back up, only one room had a light on.

"Must be it," he said, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small, worn drawstring bag.

Reaching into it, he pulled out two small dice, the numbers fading away from them. Looking up at the windows, Eddie drew back his hand and chucked one of the dice away from him, up towards the glass.

After several attempts, Eddie paused.

"Only two dice left" He thought.

Eddie stole a glance towards the back door window, it seemed Patrick was still very much into his movie, or sleep, He couldn't tell.

"Come on, I need a crit." Eddie whispered to the die in his hand before tossing it up towards the glass.

A faint thud against the wall and the soft but relentless skittering of legs up and down your arms coaxed your heavy eyelids awake.

You let out a soft groan.

"Guys let me sleep." you murmured gently brushing at the tiny spiders,.

They were quick to return to whereever it was they'd come from as you slipped your feet out of the bed and wandered over to the window.

Eddie smiled as he could hear the window raise and your groggy face poked out while rubbing your eyes.

"Pssst," Eddie called up with a wave.

"Eddie?" you called quietly, glancing around in panic.

He smiled and held out his arms, "only one guy in this world with my unfortunate face." He teased.

"J-just hold on." you stammered, darting back into your room and ducking down before the window.

You lifted a wicker laundry basket to reveal a rope ladder with one end nailed to the floor. Quietly, you lowered the free end out the window.

"Hurry, before someone sees you." you called down to him, you words hushed.

Eddie looked at the rope for a moment, stunned, before laughing quietly to himself as he started to climb.

You stood at the window fretting as he reached the top.

Eddie tilted his head and flashed you a grin as with the space of the window between you two, you almost stood nose to nose.

"What are you doing, don't just stay there, get in!" you said in a clear panic, your eyes looking past him to the houses beyond your backyard.

"Sweet little ____ McKinney has a rope ladder out her window." Eddie sang teasingly before climbing inside.

Once he'd stepped in and away, you swiftly shut her window and closed the curtains.

Eddie's eyes casually swept over your room, but he found himself trying to take in as much information as he could.

It was surprisingly sparse item-wise.

"I-It's in case of a fire!" you protested.

Eddie tore his eyes away from a trio of dance trophies on a shelf on your wall, he turned to look over his shoulder with a smile.

"Of course, I'm just teasing. It had to be something like that." He hummed.

You quietly rushed past him, snatching your night scarf off of your dresser, you went to the bedroom door.

Eddie watched with curiosity as you tied it to the doorknob and the other end to the leg of your TV stand, securing the door shut.

"Why are you here?" you asked him in a fretful whisper, you eyed him up and down, and Eddie couldn't help but smirk as he stood up tall.

"I-In your pajamas?" you stammered.

You hadn't noticed when he was on the ground, He sported a faded band T under his jacket, but his pants were your average-striped pajamas.

Eddie chuckled at himself this time.

"After what you said back in the station, did you really think at least one of us wouldn't come to check on you?" He asked.

You glanced away from him.

"I'm fine." you said, adding, "In fact, I was sleeping, not so much as a dream either."

Eddie's smile faded into a look of slight concern.

"You told us there'd be three people here with you. Patrick's downstairs sleep or way into his movie and you folks are gone." Eddie stated.

"They're coming back, a late-night dinner party. My mom usually likes to overstay her welcome, so...." you murmured.

Eddie heaved a sigh.

"Great, well, I'm crashing here - until they come back." He said, walking to your bed, he sat down on the floor.

You blinked several times, "um..." you hummed.

"What?" the question came out in a squeak that caused Eddie to laugh, he tried to quiet himself.

"Shhhhh" you hushed.

Eddie gave a nod, "sorry" he whispered, removing his jacket and balling it up, laying it down on the floor.

"Y-your serious?" you asked stomach turning into anxious knots.

"So serious, I can't let you vanish for another week, come hell or high water, you're coming to our show this Tuesday," Eddie said playfully.

The knots tightened and then uncoiled in an instant.

"He really wants me there then." you thought.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor, we've got a sleeping bag in the hall closet." you sighed.

"Yeah, but if Patrick's not sleeping he'll hear you rummaging around in there right? And it's going to be a pain in the ass rigging that lock again." Eddie reasoned.

"I'm good, I used to sleep on the floor all the time at Scott's sad sleepovers." He laughed.

You quietly walked over to Eddie and sat down on the floor across from him, folding your legs like a butterfly.

"Sad sleepovers?" you questioned.

"Yeah," Eddie said in a fond chuckle.

"Scott's an only kid, we've been friends since elementary school. He was picked on a lot. But he's always been a cool dude. Can draw like something out of this world and is the best backup vocalist, learns any instrument you throw at him." Eddie said.

You couldn't help but smile at how much pride Eddie seemed to take in his friends.

"But he didn't have lots of friends back then, it got worse in middle school. I started making friends and Scott...just didn't. So I brought him to Jeff who I'd started the band with, and Jeff had a friend - that was Gareth. Scott's house was the biggest at the time and had this big basement." Eddie said.

His voice fell into a comforting lull as he recounted his memories.

"We figured if we all crashed at Scott's house on the weekends, the three of them would become friends eventually. Only Scott had never hosted a sleepover. We tried to tell him it's no big thing. But he wanted to 'do it right', heh, it was terrible." Eddie said.

"He had all the corniest board games and movies, eventually, we found out we all liked DnD and that made them a lot less bad." He said.

You smiled faintly, "that doesn't sound so terrible, a few corny board games." you said.

Eddie raised a brow.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to play them. I mean, He had the girliest games. Most ideas he got about sleepovers came from summer chick flicks." Eddie mused.

"I'm sure even sleepovers you've had with Robin have been better." He said.

You sucked in your lips and side glanced.

"It's already late, we should get to bed." you said quickly.

Eddie watched you confused, he was having fun just talking, and now he could feel a wall forming around you.

You walked to a trunk in your room to retrieve a throw blanket.

Eddie got to his feet and carefully walked to you.

"Um...did I do something?" he asked cautiously.

"No, no, it's just late." you peeped awkwardly, clearing your throat.

Turning around to return to him, you gave yourself a fright as you found him standing there peering down at you.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie..." you sighed, heart thumping hard in your chest.

He laughed softly, "sorry." he said, taking the blanket from her hands.

You looked down at your two pairs feet, the tips of your socks lined with the tips of his black and white converse.

"I've never...." you sighed, closing your eyes, you gripped at the sides of your shirt.

"I um...well, even with Robin...." you felt silly, it wasn't such an odd thing, was it?

Then again, it's what all girls were expected to have done once, a real proper sleepover.

Eddie watched yopu intently, and then it dawned on him.

"Oh" he mouthed to himself before a wicked smile spread across his face.

He gently flicked your nose, "You've never had a sleepover." He said.

You shook your head, "No one is allowed to stay here, Dad doesn't want things ruined, and he says kids and teens are little wrecking balls."

"And..." you hummed, titled your head, "I guess...he's protective. I can't go to anyone's place for a night if he hasn't met and approved of their family. Dad doesn't like Robin....says he doesn't care for the way she looks."

Eddie's eyes shimmered, "then he'd blow several gaskets if he knew about this." He said.

You looked up at Eddie, your brows knitting together.

"I don't want to think about that. You need to be gone before they come back," you said.

"But I only just got here." He teased.

"and I get to be ____ Sweet Turtle's first," he whispered playfully.

Your whole face felt like it might combust as heat took over like a fever.

"Don't say it like that!" you nearly screamed.

Eddie rushed in and hugged you while trying to hold in his laughed

"shhhh, ____," he said in a whisper, between quiet laughs.

"It's your fault!" you hissed quietly, glaring.

Eddie let you go and walked back to his place on the floor with the throw blanket.

"It's not wrong, just a totally different context than your dirty little mind," Eddie said.

You watched him, embarrassment growing as you tried to hold her glare.

Eddie flashed her an overly sweet smile and batted his eyelashes rapidly.

And in a voice that sounded a lot like Olive Oyl said, "Tell me I'm still your favorite freak?"

You ambled to your bed and gathered the blanket from it into your arms before walking around to the other side where Eddie sat on the floor.

You looked down at him with a flat expression.

"You're not my favorite freak." you said, laying out your blanket a few feet away from him.

"Ow...that's not nice. I was just playing." Eddie sulked.

You laid down on a portion of your blanket and wrapped the rest of it over yourself.

"You're not a freak." you stated, "Freaks don't have friends who care so much about them, Eddie."

Eddie smiled, He could read your eyes, and he knew the look in them, it was so self-deprecating that it almost hurt to watch.

"You don't understand, I'm proud of the title." Eddie said slowly.

"It's the world that made the word freak bad. But at the root of it all, it's just being different from what is expected, that's not always bad. In fact, it can be something pretty damned amazing." Eddie explained.

You wouldn't look at him as your fingers fiddled with your bracelet under the covers.

Eddie laid down onto the carpet and pulled his blanket over himself.

"Think about it, as a thing Freak is just a thing that's not like the rest...that could be having a third eye, four ears, or no lungs." Eddie said.

"That all sounds awful." you muttered, Eddie simply smiled.

"Yeah, but it could also mean being the fastest swimmer on record, being the youngest person to go to college, seeing sound in the form of colors," Eddie paused and tapped the corner of his eye.

"or having ____ eyes with a single dark/light blue patch in one of them," He said.

You looked up at him in mild shock.

"That's not a bad thing, that's just beautiful and kinda freakish." He hummed with a warm smile.

"It's also something unusual, hard to explain, mind-boggling...that's not always bad." Eddie said, resting his head on his jacket.

You used your arm as a pillow and looked at Eddie with heavy eyelids.

His voice was oddly calming.

You gave a sleepy smile.

"I freaked out when I saw how beautiful she was. That concert was freakin' amazing." Eddie thought back to that day in the woods behind the school.

As of right now, he was contently amused with the hazy smile in your eyes.

You gave a weak nod, murmuring, "Then you're not only my favorite freak...."

Your eyes started to close on you.

"You...." and sleep took you.

Eddie sat up quickly, "what?" he asked.

You simply responded with a quiet breathy snore. He deflated and nestled back down.

Laying his head down he chuckled quietly to himself, reaching out a hand he rested it as close to you as he could without moving.

"Good night," He whispered as he continued to lay and watch over you. Your sleeping face kept him entranced until his body gave in and started to drift to sleep.

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#reader discretion advised #eddie munson x shy!reader #eddie munson x moster!reader #eddie munson x mckinney!reader #eddie munson angst #semi-dark fic #not suitable for minors #critique welcome

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lunastars21 · 7 months

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Random ramblings of team hooligan because I can

Fang X Bark is a good ship I like it, fang has two hands he can date both bark and Corsen he’s a bisexual motherfucker.

If trip does become a member of team hooligan, her and bean have to have sibling vibes.

The Marvelous Queen is a big fan of gamma, the garage is filled with fucking gamma merch. Fang has to explain each time this isn’t his, it’s the queens.

I’ve seen many oc x fang art, and I am proud to be in that group. But what I’ve noticed is that most have the “talk shit at each other in affection “ route which I also love! But Corsen doesn’t work that way at all.

She spoils the shit outta fang.

This woman just FUELS his ego more. Helps in situations but good lord this idiot jerboa is gonna have the guts to launch him self off a cannon because of her, and bean would join him.

Bean technically has four dads. you got bin, his actual biological dad. Pin, his uncle, Fang the bad influence. And Bark, the good influence! Then you got Lucy, the marvelous Queen and Corsen being his mom figures, and trip being his potential sister! Bean’s got a big family! ^^

I imagine if the hooligans got a super form, fang would be able to summon a billion of corks, big or small, and launch them at his foes with the snap of his fingers! Bark would be able to use ice powers, summon giant icebergs and fire snowballs, maybe throw a giant snowman at enemies hell yeah lets get silly! And bean just summons a nuke, OH FUCK.

If anyone random flirts with fang, Corsen is getting out a fucking rocket launcher you better RUN.

I have a metal Fang by the way ( his names clang ), and he basically has the same goal as metal Sonic, get rid of fang. But he also has a crush on Corsen and calls her his gamer girl, fang and the marvelous Queen beat the shit out of him.

Unsure if I wanna make a metal bark or bean design and what they would be like.

Jet was caught by the authorities once and they showed him his wanted picture…wait..JET THE JERBOA THATS FUCKING FA-

I’d like a treasure team tango 2 please

Fang and Nic have a good relationship in my headcanon because fucking say so, I love positivity, I like some angst but positive makes me go BRRRRR

Metal Sonic is fucking lucky he was dealing with Amy, or fang would’ve beat the EVER LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIS CIRCUITS FOR TAKING HIS BOYS.

Bean angrily punching the wall because he missed the moment of fang caring about them, NEXT TIME FOR SURE

Honey the cat helping Corsen how to girl because she has no fucking clue what she’s doing.

Honey and Fang have a sibling like relationship, THEY are the ones that talk shit about each other but if some stranger talks shit about them they will FIGHT them.

The hooligans have appeared in honey’s magazine because she needs models for her clothes! plus they have her temporary protection so the authorities can’t get to them lol.

I headcanon that in the modern world, the hooligans become a band! All the music with lyrics that you hear throughout the games is just fucking team hooligan! Especially the music in frontiers, Female lyrics is either Corsen or honey, but most of the singing is done by fang, bark has the guitar, bean is on the drums, and the Queen is on keyboard. Some times fang gets the bloody piano out because I know you read Archie if you headcanon fang plays the piano! Lets go!

Fang is known for not only having bad luck, but also being very cartoony, Wild E. Coyote vibes he gives, but whenever Corsen is nearby, his luck increases, so you could say Corsen is his good luck charm.

Fang and bean get scared easily by anything horror related, bark usually has to be there with them to be the “emotional support teddy bear”

That’s all for now but you can drop your wholesome team hooligan headcanons too! I’d love to hear them, especially thanks to Sonic superstars for spiking up their popularity! Lets make sure team hooligan is never forgotten again! ^^

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I want more about tails getting spoiled by his siblings PLEASE

sonic&shadow spoil him the most out of the four of them.

sonic because he knows how rough tails's life has been and he wants to make the rest it amazing because he deserves it

shadow because tails reminds him of a certain little girl he used to take care of </3

tails is a very touchy kid. he wants to homd hands, hug, snuggle, anything 24/7 and his siblings have just accepted their fates

amy goes out of her way to hug him. any chance she gets when they see each other, it's practically on sight with them n they battle to see who can squeeze harder (amy can, tho not by that much)

sonic's chill with all the hugging n stuff, but never initiates it himself unless tails really needs a hug from his big bro (he's more than happy to ruffle his bangs or give him a noogie tho :] that's his right as a big bro)

knuckles allows tails to climb around him like he's a fuckin jungle gym or smthn djdbsjns he also carries tails like a baby when he gets tired (he swears he's not soft)

shadow actually really enjoys tails's hugs n whatnot (cough maria cough) but he will never initiate it himself, he does pat tails's head when he wants to show he's proud of him for fixing omega or the dark rider

though sonic was very adament abt the amount of mints tails is allowed to have in a day, amy does not give a fuck

when tails is over at her house for binding time, she's making that kid every mint flavored treat she can think of/has ingredients for and you best believe that lil guy eats just about all of them (he leaves some for his big sister <3)

shadow let's him ride the dark rider with him, but he has to wear a helmet when he does

(tails argues that he's been through plenty of plane crashes and is perfectly okay, shadow says he's going to install safety gear in the tornado if the fox doesn't zip it)

due to the fact he thinks it isn't important, whenever tails actually falls asleep everyone does whatever they can to make sure he stays asleep

sonic'll either sit next to him or pull him on his chest because his heartbeat has always helped tails with sleeping (+a few other things, idk tails just really likes hearing his brother's heartbeat) if tails does stir at all, he'll rub the back of his ears to send him back to dreamland :]

since warmer areas tend to help keep the kit sleepin, amy'll grab a heater and point it at the fox to keep him nice and toasty <;3 stay asleep you little fuck

knuckles is gone, left to grab a blanket, a stuffed animal (even thought they're for BABIES (they're not, but tails is vry adament even though he keeps every single one he's given)), and any other one of tails's comfort items that are in a close proximity

shadow's putting headphones over his ears and turning on some white noise that is anything but a storm (or.. attempting. tails's ears are so big, it doesn't quite fit correctly)

ALL of them enforce work breaks and tails is not happy about it

he expected it from sonic and amy because they preach about how taking breaks is good for your mind, also you kinda need to eat to stay alive, and blah, blah, blah..

knuckles originally caught him off guard, but it made more sense once he started his whole "a strong warrior needs the proper rest" speech

he cannot for the life of him figure out why shadow of all people enforces it "you're no use if you work yourself to death" he says, but tails just knows that fucker is hiding something

(it takes him a while to understand people care about him so just.. give it a bit, it'll set it eventually)

god forbid tails says something even slightly self-deprecating because he'll get 4 different talks about how he's literally the coolest person ever, or he shouldn't push himself so hard, or he's doing the best he can and that's more than enough, or that he's just a kid who's given unrealistic expectations from society and he shouldn't force himself to live up to it, and yadda yadda

during autumn, they all burrow together because tails brought up the fact they were all burrowing animals and thought it'd be a cool bonding experience for the five of them (it happens yearly. way past cool, sonic approved typa thing)

he gets SO many cuddles when there's a lightning storm djdbsjns

they all let him go on his tech rambles for hours because they love seeing him be so happy and passionate abt something, also it's adorable how his tails wag so hard he lifts himself off the ground (his siblings usually have to hold his hand so he doesn't go too high)

if he's feeling lazy, amy'll carry him around ("he can walk, ames" "but he doesn't want to! sue me for keeping our little brother happy!")

these are all the ones i can think of atm, i just woke up so sorry if you were wanting more 😭

i can totally add on later if you want !! :]

#his siblings spoil him practically every chance they get #they love their lil guy so much #in return: tails spoils them with any upgrades/gizmos they want #he builds with little to no questions asked #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #myyhcs

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homomenhommes · 4 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs 29

Dreams

Once I got back to San Diego, I spent the next three days doing two things: helping Kim prepare for the annual Halloween bash and re-reading all of my favorite Brock Archer stories—which means all of them. And, of course, I beat off a lot. That’s three things, you say? Actually, I don’t think it’s possible to read a Brock Archer story and not beat off or fuck the first person you see, so I count those as one thing.

Of course, there were plenty of opportunities to fuck and no shortage of guys who were willing and eager, but I had a lot on my mind after the trip back east, and I just wanted some time to decompress.

On my first full night back home, I got a call from my sister Amy. She had heard from our brother Eric and said she was delighted that the two of us had bonded. “He’s almost as proud of you as I am,” she gloated.

We talked for over an hour. She wanted to hear every little detail of my trip to New York and Connecticut. I told her all about it, leaving out the most salacious details, of course, which she nevertheless coaxed out of me. She brought me up to date on everything that was happening back home. “Dad is still being a dick,” she said, “but not as bad as he was. He’s coming around slowly.”

“What about you?” I asked. “You got a boyfriend?”

“Oh, loads of ‘em,” she teased. She then proceeded to tell me about how handsome they all were and what big dicks they had. “And they really know how to use them,” she boasted.

“You’re just saying that to make me jealous,” I laughed.

The next night I got another call—this one from my brother Eric. He told me how glad he was that we had some time together in Greenwich but lamented that the time was so short. “You’ll have to come visit us in New Haven,” he said. “Cindy is dying to meet you. And so are some of my buddies from Yale,” he snickered.

I thanked him for buying the four sketches of my initiation at the auction, and he pretended not to know what I was talking about. Big brothers!

Mr. Block and Woody flew back from New York three days after I did. Since Rafael was gone, I was now the chief chauffeur, so it was my duty to pick them up at the airport. Naturally, I was excited to see them again, but I was also apprehensive. I never got the chance to talk to Mr. Block about secretly being Brock Archer. I thought maybe I would get my chance in the limousine as I drove them home, but the two of them sat in the back seat chatting with each other. They did greet me, and Mr. Block asked how I was doing. “Fine,” I said with a pasted-on smile, and then the two of them basically ignored me the rest of the way home.

The next day I went through my regular chores, washing the cars, cleaning the pool, and helping Ron with the cleaning and Kim with preparations for the big party. At dinner, Mr. Block and Woody focused mostly on getting caught up with Kim and Ron. I guess they figured they didn’t need to catch up with me since I had been with them most of the time. Even so, I can’t deny that I felt a bit like I was being ignored. Truth be told, I felt like I was slowly drifting away, and I didn’t know what to do about it.

After dinner, I decided to escape to the library. There was no one else there as I browsed the shelves for a literary diversion. I had read enough porn the past few days; now I needed something different, so I pulled a Simon Tracker thriller off the shelf, took a seat at the long, empty library table, and drowned myself in the fantasy.

“How ya doin’, Joe?” Woody asked perfunctorily as he strode briskly across the library toward the door to his office. “Fine,” I said in the same hollow tone I had used in replying to the same question from Mr. Block the day before. Woody, already past me, froze in his tracks, turned, and strolled back toward me, taking a position standing across the table from me.

“Joe, what’s wrong?” he asked, propping his hands on the back of the chair across from me and leaning in. And for a moment, I thought he really cared, but then I shrugged it off.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“After the week you’ve just had, I would think you would be on cloud nine right now.”

Once again, I just shrugged and retreated into my book, but I could feel his stare piercing through the pages as he paused for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for me to reply. Eventually, he straightened up to his normal commanding posture, sighed, and said as he was walking away, “When you’re ready to tell me what’s bothering you, let me know.”

Just before he reached the door to his office, I called out, “Woody?”

“Yeah, champ?”

He had never called me that before, but it sounded so sincere, so reassuring, that I continued. “It was an incredible week, and I can’t thank you and Mr. Block enough for making it happen for me. I don’t know if I am on cloud nine, but I definitely feel like my head is in the clouds.”

By the time I had finished the sentence, Woody had strolled back to the table, pulled out the chair directly across from me, and sat down. “I’m listening,” he said, and I felt like he really was listening.

After taking a deep breath, I continued, “I think I’ve mentioned to you before that Brock Archer is my favorite writer.”

“Yeah,” I think you’ve mentioned it a time or two.”

I had to laugh because I knew I must have said it a thousand times.

“And when I saw that he is also an artist…and a damn good one…I got even more excited.” Woody just sat quietly, but I could tell that he was really listening, hearing me.

“And when I heard that he was at the art show, I couldn’t wait to meet him, but then when I learned that Brock Archer is actually Mr. Block, I felt.…”

“Felt what?” asked Woody when I cut my sentence short.

“I dunno,” I replied. “I guess I felt kind of…betrayed.”

“Betrayed?” Woody asked in reflexive consternation.

“Yeah, I dunno, I guess I just feel like you and he didn’t trust me enough to tell me—especially since everyone else seemed to know.”

“Not everyone,” Woody replied. “In fact, very few people know, but it’s not that Arthur…Mr. Block…doesn’t trust you. It’s just that…well, he’s a very private person, and we try to respect that.” Seeing the still-blank look on my face, Woody continued, “Look, Joe, if the shoe were on the other foot, he would show you the same courtesy. He likes you, Joe. He has made that abundantly clear, I think…especially this past week.”

“Yeah, I guess he has.”

“No, Joe. You know he has.”

“But why—”

“When Art started writing gay erotic fiction years ago, he was already a very successful businessman. Times were different then, and he was concerned that if people knew the truth, that might hurt his business, so he adopted the name Brock Archer as a cover, a pseudonym. Then, when he started painting a few years ago, he kept the same name, partly for the sake of privacy and partly because the name had become something of a brand.”

“I can see that,” I acknowledged. I was beginning to feel more relieved since Woody had gone beyond my immediate concern and was sharing more about Mr. Block than I had expected. “He must have been one helluva businessman,” I offered as I surveyed the room and tried to encompass the luxury surrounding us.

“He was,” said Woody. “Successful enough that he could afford that penthouse by Balboa Park.”

“And this,” I added, referring to the estate.

“All of this,” Woody explained, “was paid for by his ‘secret career.’”

“I love his stories,” I repeated, “and now I love his paintings, but I can’t imagine that he would have made enough money from those to buy this place and keep it running the way he does.”

“That’s not the ‘secret career’ I’m talking about.”

Seemingly changing the subject, Woody asked, “Are you a Simon Tracker fan?” pointing to the book I had been trying to read.

“Yeah.”

“And have you seen any of the movies that have been made from his books?”

“Sure,” I confessed, “they’ve all been box office hits,” and when Woody just sat there and smiled at me, I jumped, “Oh, hell, you’re not telling me that Arthur Block, a.k.a. Brock Archer, is also Simon Tracker?”

“Do you recall the first time you went into Art’s office?” Woody asked.

“Of course.”

“And do you recall a man coming out of the office as you were going in?”

“The guy who looked a bit like George Clooney? Oh, fuck! That was George Clooney. He starred in a couple of those movies.”

“And he served as the executive producer, along with Brock Archer, of several others. Right now, he and Art are working on another one that is sure to be a blockbuster. That’s the reason the two of us stayed over in New York for three days, to go over some script and casting issues with him. They had chosen an actor to play the lead role, but then that asshole made some disparaging remarks about gays, so Art pulled him immediately just before shooting was to begin, and they had to find a replacement. Fortunately, Chris Evans was available.”

“Chris Evans? He is so fucking hot!”

“Yes, and after he heard about your artistic debut in Greenwich, he’s eager to meet you.”

I had to laugh at the teasing, but when I saw the way Woody was looking at me, I gushed, “Holy fuck! You’re not kidding are you?”

“He’s coming here next month to go over some script issues, and he wants to see your sketches. He might even want you to sketch him.”

“Oh my god! Am I dreaming?”

“Maybe,” replied Woody, “but the dream is real.”

After I threw myself back in my chair and gazed at the ceiling in wonderment, Woody reached out and put his hand on mine. “Joe, don’t ever hold this kind of shit in. Whenever something is bothering you, come talk to me, okay?”

Given the way Woody was looking at me, I thought I would melt into his eyes. All of a sudden I was feeling extremely aroused. Was it the thought of meeting that hunky Chris Evans, or was it the sensation of Woody’s hand on mine?

Either way, I sprouted a boner that required immediate attention, so when Woody got up and went into his office, I raced out to the pool and grabbed the first guy who smiled at me. I don’t think he knew what hit him, but he sure as hell knew what entered him. I grabbed his hand, pulled him up from his lounge chair, dragged him over to the grassy area, pressed him down on his knees, and shoved my cock into his mouth. He gagged but didn’t complain.

I skull-fucked him until I was almost ready to explode in his mouth, but I wanted more. I pushed him backward, lifted his ankles over my shoulder, and drove my cock into his fuck hole. As I fucked him mercilessly, other guys walked over to urge me on.

“Yeah, man! Fuck that frat boy. Fuck him good.”

“Hey, Pete. How do you like that dick? Give it to him, Joe. Drill him, man.”

“That’s what it feels like, dude. You’re gettin’ it from a pro.”

As I continued to ram the guy harder and faster, another guy sat on his face while another one worked on his cock. He squirmed, moaned, and screamed, but that just made the event all the more exciting. When the guy sitting on his face got up, two other guys shoved their rods into his mouth, alternately fucking his tonsils until they both shot all over his face. Those blasts triggered his own orgasm as he spewed his white seed all over himself, which launched my own orgasm. I came and came and came until I felt like I had dumped gallons into his guts and drained my body completely.

Sweating like a pig, I dragged myself over to the pool and fell in backwards. Once I surfaced, I swam to the opposite side of the pool and watched as the gang finished up with my prey, the guy they had called “Pete,” licking up all the cum and feeding it to him.

When one of the guys who had been egging me on swam up beside me, I asked, “What did you mean when you said, ‘That’s what it feels like’?”

“You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Pete’s never been fucked before. He always brags about being this super-hot top and swore he would never take it up the ass. You got yourself a virgin tonight, bro.”

When the gang finished up with Pete and left him lying alone on the grass, I got out of the pool, walked over, and lay down beside him. “I’m really sorry, dude. I had no idea you had never…. I’m…I’m…really, really sorry.”

Pete’s face remained stoic until he finally spoke, “If you really want to make it up to me.…” But before he finished the sentence, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep, wet, very fucking hot kiss, and when he finally let up, he repeated, “If you really want to make it up to me, do it again.”

Pete spent the night in my bed with me that night. We fucked again that night and still again the next morning. I warned him that his ass was going to be very sore, but he just smiled and said, “Yeah, thanks for that.”

To be continued

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heckinconfusedparade · 1 year

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Hey, a while ago, I asked about the sonics reaction to dad sonic(boom, modern and x) and said I'd like a follow-up with the Amy's and tails of these sonics too eventually and I'll be honest out of all of the Amy's while boom would be the most calm I'd also think she'd be the first to faint with dad sonic and boom tails freaking out a little about it the others I'm not sure.

I remember that!!

I’m trying to stay away from shipping as much as I can on my page. Not that I don’t ship anyone, or don’t like it, but I want everyone to be able to enjoy my content without being bombarded with a ship they don’t really like.

That being said, from now on, if I do happen to outright mention a ship, or heavily reference one in a post, I will put a warning like the one below in RED writing.

WARNING WARNING ALERT- SONAMY MENTIONS AHEAD ALERT-

Modern

Amy feels pleasantly surprised. The thought of marrying Sonic is a wonderful dream, and she’s stoked but also sad to see another her living that dream. She herself personally, she still very much loves Sonic, but she’s accepted that the chances of anything romantic happening between them is slim. Tails being their son in another universe is what shocks her. She doesn’t see Tails as her son, and she’s was under the impression that Sonic probably doesn’t want kids in his future. Amy doesn’t mind the other universe tho! As long as Tails is happy, safe, and has someone taking care of him, she’s happy.

Tails has some thoughts. First off, he’s shocked that somewhere somehow Amy actually managed to put a ring on Sonic. He’s not even completely sure himself about his Sonic’s romantic feelings for anyone, or if he even has any romantic feelings for anyone, because he never talks about it. He’s happy for them, though! He’s also happy that he can tease his Sonic about it later. Hearing that Sonic and Amy are his parents in that universe doesn’t get any reaction from him other than a “huh.” Amy isn’t really a mother figure to him, he sees her more as a big sister. Sonic being his dad actually makes sense to him! Even if he doesn’t see Sonic as a fatherly figure, Sonic did raise him. In fact, Sonic is Tails’ entire family unit. So this is cool! Ultimately he’s grateful that Sonic and Amy took him in in that universe.

Boom:

Amy’s calm. Collected. Ok, Sonic is her husband, and Tails is her son. Ok. Yea that’s great! Super! Then she goes home and freaks out cause HOLY SHIT SHE AND SONIC ARE MARRIED SOMEWHERE AND HAVE A WHOLE CHILD. Sure she and Sonic go out together sometimes, but MAN. AND THE DAD SONIC HAS MET HER SONIC AND TOLD HIM THAT HE AND HIS AMY ARE SPOUSES AND OOH SHIT OH FUCK- she’s happy. And Tails? Her son? Yknow what, sometimes she does see him like a son. She’s the mom friend, it’s only natural.

Tails laughs. Sonic actually did it. Granted, not his Sonic, but THE FUCKER ACTUALLY DID IT! He’s gonna bother his Sonic about this for sure. Sonic and Amy being his parents is actually something he thinks about quite often. They take care of him, sooooo mama y papa!

Amy’s soul has left her body and has ascended beyond this mortal realm. Fucking FINALLY!!! She is so excited she could explode. The others, especially Sonic, are giving Dad!Sonic a look of “what have you done?” Dad!Sonic realizes his fault when Amy practically throws herself on her Sonic, hugging him, kissing him, all while he’s not looking very thrilled about it, and while he isn’t saying anything, he’s still uncomfortable and trying to move away. Amy proposes to him on the spot and he’s like “marriage?? No way!” And now she’s sad. She didn’t even hear the part about Tails being her son, but if she did, she’d think it’s weird.

Tails is concerned. He asks this new Sonic if he’s ok, and is perplexed when he insists he is. Tails isn’t a fan of how Amy treats Sonic here, so the thought of them actually getting married somewhere and having a healthy fulfilling relationship is so foreign and weird to him. Hearing that other him got adopted by Sonic and Amy gets a nervous chuckle out of him. They’re just his friends! Sonic is a brother at most.

#dadnic #dad!sonic #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy rose #sonic x #sonic boom

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coraniaid · 2 years

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Andrew Wells is responsible for more than 5.6% of all 291 minutes of words spoken in Season 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Now, I'll confess to being something of an Andrew apologist -- in fact I think Storyteller is probably one of the stronger episodes of the second half of that season -- but that's ... a lot, isn't it? An awful lot.

It's more than long-running characters like Anya (5.2%) or Giles (4.4%) get. It's more than Faith (2.8%) and Jonathan (0.8%) and Amy (0.4%) get that season combined, and these are characters who have all been around a lot longer than Andrew. It's more than new characters like Robin Wood (4.8%) or Kennedy (2.8%) or Cassie (1.3%) get, or any of the other Potenials Buffy is meant to be training. It’s actually more than any other character in the whole season outside of Buffy, Xander, Willow, Dawn and Spike.

Proportionally, the 5.6% of speaking time Andrew gets this season is also more than Spike (3.9%) or Drusilla (2.5%) or Jenny Calendar (2.4%) got in Season 2, or Cordelia (5.0%) or the Mayor (4.1%) or Mr. Trick (1.0%) got in Season 3. It's more than Maggie Walsh (1.8%) and Forrest (1.7%) and Adam (1.7%) put together got in Season 4, more than Dawn (5.4%) got in Season 5, more than Tara (4.2%) got in Season 6. It's more than Buffy's mother got in any single season of the show (the best she manages is 3.6% in Season 3).

In Storyteller alone Andrew gets more speaking time than Kendra managed over the course of the entire show.

And is Andrew more important to the story of Season 7 than these characters were to their respective seasons? Is he more interesting? Does he have more meaningful connections to Buffy? Is there some compelling reason we should care about him this much?

A frequent criticism of Season 7 is that it introduces too many new characters and therefore can't give everyone as much development as it should. And I think there's some merit to that: it would have been hard enough to juggle everyone who was around at the end of Season 6 without also introducing Robin Wood, the Potentials and a (mostly) new Big Bad.

That's (part of the reason) Willow and Xander have less speaking time in Season 7 than they had since Season 2, why none of the Potentials beyond Kennedy really get any proper characterization, why Faith only appears in the last five episodes, why Buffy doesn't seem to actually spend any time hanging out with her sister or her friends.

But maybe it would have been easier to fix all that if the season hadn't devoted quite so much of its running time to fleshing out a minor joke villain from the previous season. Especially when that character was himself only introduced because they weren't able to recast the actor who played his brother in Season 3.

[Ultimate source for all these figures is Julian Freedland's audio timestamp data on GitHub, if you were wondering.]

#btvs #andrew wells

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condemnedtranscendent · 2 months

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Could you please tell me about your of bloodline (the daughters of eve)? 👉👈 they sound so interesting!!

:O thank you for asking!

tw: for murder, toxic relationships, mental illness and vampire nonsense

i don't remember where exactly i got the name daughters of eve from, but it was from i believe a non-canonical biblical source?? they're not *literally* daughters of the biblical eve, but as eve = sin in some interpretations, it makes sense w the vampires of vtm lore. but they are all full blood sisters from the same parents.

there's seven sisters total, one put into each clan (just the primary ones in bloodlines). they were all turned on the exact same night at the exact same time (7pm). the event was not planned by any one or group, and none of the sisters were in the same location. some people think their coming is a sign of gehenna and that they all share the same soul, but whether you believe that is up to you. all of them are very different personality wise, and all have various levels of relevancy/power/influence.

meta wise, they represent each of my bloodlines playthroughs, so right now i only have two written out evas and entigone.

evas is the gangrel also known as the ugly german bitch because shes not afraid to look like "trash" (being fat, as i know personally, was NOT in, in 2005, but she dresses as she wants anyways and uses the term ugly to show she doesn't care what others think, i for one think shes hot) she will beat you over the head for talking shit. but shes also in general mean. so that's the bitch part. she has no problem or grief killing people. shes gangrel but down with the brujah. doesn't mind doing tasks/quests just because it gives her something to do and someone to beat up, but she doesn't like to be pushed around like a pawn. shes her own person and fights for her own cause, no one else is on her side, and anyone close to her she sees as temporary (whether they will betray or end up dead). evas probably the most sane out of all of them, and is the eldest sister of seven. also shes bi if you're interested. her ending was the brujah one.

entigone is batshit obviously being malkavain, but moreso than the typical malk. she had ocd before turning, and becoming malkavian turned that shit 100x worse. its very hard for her to sort out whats true and whats not. she is incredibly off putting to be around. she will attack randomly if she feels threatened (even if the person said nothing to her) and because of this she has the most masquerade violations out of any daughter of eve. also loses control when feeding and sometimes drains them without meaning too. big lesbian and trusts women too much, but never trusts any men. her hair is naturally curly, and meant to have greasy roots and matted ends (i use gerard way, amy winehouse, and britney spears for hair reference). she cant take care of herself physically. unphased by violence (the lollipop piece was meant to have a layer covered in blood from one of evas' kills, hence the surprised but not horrified expression) but is terrified of losing anyone she loves (heather is NOT leaving that fucking apartment shes probably locked in a goddamn cupboard if were being honest.) and lives in constant delusions, not being able to tell whats true from the malkavian voices and her ocd, and the x% of the time the voices are right. i haven't finished her playthrough but she was "fooled"* by ming xiao and that's her ending.

her name comes from the ancient greek figure antigone, who was present in oedipus rex. i haven't really figured out if she'll have any true connection to her namesake, their stories don't really cross very much other than i can read antigone's with the Eye Of OCD (only fellow crazies will get me here lol)

*"fooled" bcuz i really disliked they made the kuei jin evil and sneaky, it just felt kinda racist (and i love xiao) butttt i also like the idea of entigone following her ocd compulsions leading to her death like tragedy and comedy, (also since i suffer with ocd irl, and doing compulsions often leads to opposite results its sort of a cautionary tale, again like a greek tragedy)

i really wish i had more to this written out i'm sorry 😭 ill start posting stuff under the tag #daughters of eve when i come up with it from now on if you'd like to follow the story :}

#thank u for asking hehee #🛎️🔔come again sooooon #vampire the masquerade #bloodlines #answered #oc tag #evas #entigone #vtm #daughters of eve #ask #writing tag #fan character #sketch tag #my art #all art

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Amy Rose

do I like them: It's complicated.

If I had to sum it up, generally I do appreciate her and what she brings to the table, and I acknowledge how far she's came. But recent portrayals and circumstances (ie: the fans who have a collective meltdown every time Amy isn't in something) have made it hard to remain enthusiastic about her.

5 good qualities:

She has a strong design.

At her best, she inspires other characters to be their best.

She's more understanding than fans make her out to be. (Eg: her non-aggressive reaction to Elise bringing Sonic back to life.)

Her Advance animations are cute.

She's a good big sister figure for Cream... when Cream is allowed to show up. >:[

3 bad qualities:

She often tends to be at one extreme ("Marry me or I'll beat the shit out of you") or the other ("I can't acknowledge my crush on you because I need to be a Strong Female Character").

In general, I'm not a fan of the "girl so mad she scares everyone... even the villain!!!" trope. And Amy falls into that trap on occasion. Mostly in Sonic X.

Not her fault, but the Sonamy VS Sonally wars are extremely tedious, and that's without taking into account that I don't care for either of these ships (though Sonally is the worse of the two IMO).

favourite episode/etc: Most would go for her Gamma and Shadow moments in SA1 and SA2 respectively, but I'll instead go with Heroes, since aside from the very unfortunate moment with Team Sonic that everyone remembers, she's really not that bad in Heroes beyond that, and it's nice to see her help Cream and Big find their pals.

otp: None to be found here.

brotp: Cream! But I'd also like to see more moments between Amy and Tails that aren't about Sonic.

ot3: None here either.

notp: Sona-

best quote: "Oh my god!"

Because it's funny.

head canon: After getting some lessons from Vanilla, Amy has become a very skilled cook/baker. When she's the one baking, no one can resist her treats.

Additionally, part of the reason she set up her fighting club in Battle is because she was inspired by her own growth in SA1, and wants to help others find that satisfaction for themselves.

#Crusher's Asks #Opinion #Amy Rose

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( Your beloved author here with another chapter LET'S GET STARTED!!)

CHAPTER 2

Dan Cahil thought he had the most annoying big sister on the planet. And that was before she set fire to three million dollars.

It all started when they went to their grandmother's funeral. Secretly, Dan was excited, because he was hoping to make a rubbing of the tombstone after everyone else was gone. He figured Grace wouldn't care. She'd been a cool grandmother.

Dan loved collecting things. He collected baseball cards, autographs of famous outlaws, Civil War weapons, rare coins, and every cast he'd ever had since kindergarten (all twelve of them). At the moment, what he liked collecting best were charcoal rubbings of tombstones. He had some awesome ones back at the apartment.

His favorite read:

PRUELLA GOODE

1891-1929

I'M DEAD. LET'S HAVE A PARTY.

He figured if he had a rubbing of Grace's tombstone in his collection, maybe it wouldn't feel quite so much like she was gone forever.

Anyway, the whole way from Boston to the funeral in Worcester County, his great-aunt Beatrice was driving like a very slow lunatic. She went twenty-five miles an hour on the highway and kept drifting across lanes so the other cars honked and swerved and ran into guardrails and stuff. Aunt Beatrice just kept clutching the wheel with her jeweled fingers. Her wrinkly face was made up with Day-Glo red lipstick and rouge, which made her blue hair look even bluer. Dan wondered if she gave the other drivers nightmares about old clowns.

"Amy!" she snapped, as another SUV careened down the exit ramp because Beatrice had just pulled in front of it. "Stop reading in the car! It's not safe!"

"But, Aunt Beatrice-"

"Young lady, close that book!"

Amy did, which was typical. She never put up a fight with adults. Amy had long reddish-brown hair, unlike Dan's, which was dark blond. This helped Dan pretend his sister was an alien imposter, but unfortunately they had the same eyes -- green like jade, their grandmother used to say.

Amy was three years older and six inches taller than Dan, and she never let him forget it -- like being fourteen was such a big deal. Usually, she wore jeans and some old T-shirt because she didn't like people noticing her, but today she was wearing a black dress so she looked like a vampire's bride.

When he looked over to his other sister Lexi she was staring out of the window. She was 2 years older than Dan and five inches taller. She had blond hair and blue eyes that looked like sapphires she had ivory pale skin. She usually wore some leggings and shirt because she didn't really care about her appearance she was very pretty and was also wearing a black dress. Dan decided Lexi looked more like a vampires bride than Amy.

Dan hoped their outfits were as uncomfortable as his stupid suit and tie. Aunt Beatrice had thrown a fit when he tried to go to the funeral in his ninja clothes. It wasn't as if Grace would care if he was comfortable and deadly, the way he felt when he pretended to be a ninja, but of course Aunt Beatrice didn't understand. Sometimes it was hard for him to believe she and Grace were sisters .

"Remind me to fire your au pair as soon as we return to Boston," Beatrice grumbled.

"You three have been entirely too spoiled."

"Nellie's nice!" Lexi protested.

"Hmph! This Nellie almost let you burn down the neighbor's apartment building!"

"Exactly!" Dan said.

Every couple of weeks, Beatrice fired their au pair and hired a new one. The only good thing was that Aunt Beatrice didn't live with them personally. She lived across town in a building that didn't allow kids, so sometimes it took her a few days to hear about Dan's and sometimes Lexi's latest exploits.

Nellie had lasted longer than most. Dan liked her because she made amazing waffles and she usually cranked her iPod up to brain-damage level. She didn't even hear when Dan and Lexi's bottle rocket collection went off and strafed the building across the alley. Dan would miss Nellie when she got fired.

Aunt Beatrice kept driving and muttering about spoiled children. Amy secretly went back to her huge book. The last two days, since they got the news about Grace's death, Amy had been reading even more than usual. Dan knew it was her way of hiding, but he kind of resented it because it shut him out, too.

"What are you reading this time?" he asked.

"Medieval European Doorknobs?

Bath Towels Through the Ages?"

Amy gave him an ugly face -- or an uglier-than-usual face. "None of your business, dweeb."

"You can't call a ninja lord dweeb".

"You have disgraced the family. You must commit seppuku."

Amy rolled her eyes.

Dan looked over to Lexi she had gone back to staring out of the window sometimes Lexi just shut down and visited herself in her brain.

After a few more miles, the city melted into farmland. It started to look like Grace country, and even though Dan had promised himself he wouldn't get sappy, he began to feel sad. Grace had been the coolest ever. She'd treated him, Lexi and Amy like real people, not kids. That's why she'd insisted they simply call her Grace, not Grandmother or Gran or Nana or any silly name like that. She'd been one of the only people who'd ever cared about them. Now she was dead, and they had to go to the funeral and see a bunch of relatives who had never been nice to them....

The family cemetery sat at the bottom of the hill from the mansion. Dan thought it was kind of stupid they'd hired a hearse to carry Grace a hundred yards down the driveway. They could've put wheels on the coffin like they have on suitcases and that would've worked just as well.

Summer storm clouds rumbled overhead. The family mansion looked dark and gloomy on its hill, like a lord's castle. Dan loved the place, with its billion rooms and chimneys and stained glass windows.

He loved the family graveyard even more. A dozen crumbling tombstones spread out across a green meadow ringed in trees, right next to a little creek. Some of the stones were so old the writing had faded away. Grace used to take Amy, Lexi and him down to the meadow on their weekend visits. Grace and Amy would spend the afternoon on a picnic blanket, reading and talking, while Dan explored the graves and the woods and the creek. Sometimes Lexi would come with him or she would stay back with Grace and Amy.

Stop that, Dan told himself.

You're getting sentimental.

"So many people," Amy murmured, as they walked down the driveway.

"You're not going to freak out, are you?"

Amy fiddled with the collar of her dress. "I'm -- I'm not freaking out. I just -- "

"You hate crowds," Lexi finished. "But you knew there'd be a crowd. They come every year."

Each winter, as long as Dan could remember, Grace had invited relatives from all over the world for a weeklong holiday. The mansion filled up with Chinese Cahills and British Cahills and South African Cahills and Venezuelan Cahills. Most of them didn't even go by the name Cahill, but Grace assured him they were all related. She'd explain about cousins and second cousins and cousins three times removed until Dan's brain started to hurt and Lexi would just go to Graces bedroom with the cat. Amy would usually go hide in the library.

"I know," she said. "But ... I mean, look at them all."

She had a point. About four hundred people were gathering at the grave site.

"They just want her fortune," Dan decided. "Dan!"

"Well? It's true."

They had just joined the procession when Dan suddenly got flipped upside down.

"Hey!" he yelled.

"Look, guys," a girl said. "We caught a rat!"

Dan wasn't in a good position to see, but he could make out the Holt sisters -- Madison and Reagan -- standing on either side of him, holding him by his ankles. The twins had matching purple running suits, blond pigtails, and crooked smiles. They were only eleven, same as Dan, but they had no trouble holding him. Dan saw more purple running suits behind them -- the rest of the Holt family. Their pit bull, Arnold, raced around their legs and barked.

"Let's fling him into the creek," Madison said.

"I wanna fling him into the bushes!" Reagan said. "We never do my ideas!"

Their older brother, Hamilton, laughed like an idiot. Next to him, their dad, Eisenhower Holt, and their mom, Mary-Todd, grinned like this was all good fun.

"Now, girls," Eisenhower said. "We can't go flinging people at a funeral. This is a happy occasion!"

"Guys!" Dan called. "A little help here?"

Amy's face had gone pale. She mumbled, "Dr-dr-drop ..."

Dan sighed in exasperation.

Lexi also sighed "She's trying to say 'DROP HIM!'"

Madison and Reagan did -- on his head.

"Ow!" Dan said.

"M-M-Madison!" Amy protested.

"Y-y-yes?" Madison mimicked. "I think all those books are turning your brain to mush, weirdo."

If it had been anybody else, Dan would've hit back, but he knew better with the Holts.

Even Madison and Reagan, the youngest, could cream him. The whole Holt family was way too buff. They had meaty hands and thick necks and faces that looked like G.I. Joe figures. Even the mom looked like she should be shaving and chewing on a cigar.

"I hope you losers took a good last look around the house," Madison said. "You're not going to be invited back here anymore, now that the old witch is dead."

"Rawf!" said Arnold the pit bull.

Dan looked around for Beatrice, but as usual she wasn't anywhere near them. She'd drifted off to talk to the other old people.

"Grace wasn't a witch," Dan said. "And we're going to inherit this place!"

The big brother, Hamilton, laughed. "Yeah, right." His hair was combed toward the middle so it stuck up like a shark fin. "Wait till they read the will, runt. I'm gonna kick you out myself!"

"All right, team," the dad said. "Enough of this. Formation!"

The family lined up and started jogging toward the grave site, knocking other relatives out of their way as Arnold snapped at everyone's heels.

"Is your head okay?" Amy asked guiltily.

Dan nodded. He was a little annoyed Amy hadn't helped him, but there was no point complaining about it. She always got tongue-tied around other people. "Man, I hate the Holts."

"We've got worse problems." Lexi pointed toward the grave site, and Dan's heart sank.

"The Cobras," he muttered.

Ian and Natalie Kabra were standing by Grace's coffin, looking like perfect little angels as they talked to the preacher. They wore matching designer mourning outfits that complemented their silky black hair and cinnamon-colored skin. They could've been child supermodels.

"They won't try anything during the funeral," Dan said hopefully. "They're just here for Grace's money like the rest of them. But they won't get it."

Amy frowned. "Dan ... did you really believe what you said, about us inheriting the mansion?"

"Of course! You know Grace liked us best. We spent more time with her than anybody."

Amy sighed like Dan was too young to understand, which Dan hated.

"Come on," Lexi said. "We might as well get this over with." And together they waded into the crowd.

The funeral was a blur to Dan. The minister said some stuff about ashes. They lowered the coffin into the ground. Everybody tossed in a shovelful of dirt. Dan thought the mourners enjoyed this part too much, especially Ian and Natalie.

He recognized a few more relatives: Alistair Oh, the old Korean dude with the diamond-tipped walking stick who always insisted they call him Uncle; the Russian lady Irina Spasky, who had a twitch in one eye so everybody called her Spaz behind her back; the Starling triplets -- Ned, Ted, and Sinead, who looked like part of a cloned Ivy League lacrosse team. Even that kid from television was there: Jonah Wizard. He stood to one side, getting his picture taken with a bunch of girls, and there was a line of people waiting to talk to him. He was dressed just like on TV, with lots of silver chains and bracelets, ripped jeans, and a black muscle shirt (which was kind of stupid, since he didn't have any muscles). An older African-American guy in a business suit stood behind him, punching notes in a BlackBerry. Probably Jonah's dad. Dan had heard that Jonah Wizard was related to the Cahills, but he'd never seen him in person before. He wondered if he should get an autograph for his collection.

After the service, a guy in a charcoal-gray suit stepped to the podium. He looked vaguely familiar to Dan. The man had a long pointed nose and a balding head. He reminded Dan of a vulture.

"Thank you all for coming," he said gravely. "I am William McIntyre, Madame Cahill's lawyer and executor."

"Executor?" Dan whispered to Lexi. "He killed her?"

"No, you dork," Lexi whispered back. "That means he's in charge of her will."

"If you will look inside your programs," William McIntyre continued, "some of you will find a gold invitation card."

Excited murmuring broke out as four hundred people leafed through their programs.

Then most of them cursed and shouted complaints when they found nothing. Dan ripped through his program. Inside was a card with a gold-leafed border. It read:

Dan, Lexi and Amy Cahill are hereby invited to the reading of the last will and testament of Grace Cahill Where:

The Great Hall, Cahill Manor

When: Now

"I knew it!" Dan said.

"I assure you," Mr. McIntyre said, raising his voice above the crowd, "the invitations were not done randomly. I apologize to those of you who were excluded. Grace Cahill meant you no disrespect. Of all the members of the Cahill clan, only a few were chosen as the most likely."

The crowd started yelling and arguing. Finally, Dan couldn't stand it anymore. He called out, "Most likely to what?"

"In your case, Dan," Ian Kabra muttered right behind him, "to be a stupid American git."

His sister, Natalie, giggled. She was holding an invitation and looking very pleased with herself.

Before Dan could kick Ian in a soft spot, the gray-suited man answered. "To be the beneficiaries of Grace Cahill's will. Now, if you please, those with invitations will gather in the Great Hall."

People with invitations hurried toward the house like somebody had just yelled "Free food!"

Natalie Kabra winked at Dan.

"Ciao, cousin. Must run collect our fortune." Then she and her brother strolled up the drive.

"Forget them," Amy said. "Dan, maybe you're right. Maybe we'll inherit something."

But Dan frowned. If this invitation was such a great thing, why did the lawyer guy look so grim? And why had Grace included the Kabras?

As he passed through the main entrance of the mansion, Dan glanced up at the stone crest above the door -- a large C surrounded by four smaller designs -- a dragon, a bear, a wolf, and two snakes entwined around a sword .

Lexi POV

The crest had always fascinated Lexi, though she didn't know what it meant. All the animals seemed to glare at her, like they were about to strike. She followed the crowd inside, wondering why those animals were so mad.

The Great Hall was as big as a basketball court, with tons of armor and swords lining the walls and huge windows that looked like Batman could crash through them any minute as Dan had once said.

William McIntyre stood at a table in front with a projector screen behind him, while everybody else filed into rows of seats. There were about forty people in all, including the Holts and the Kabras and Aunt Beatrice, who looked completely disgusted to be there -- or maybe she was just disgusted that everybody else had been invited to her sister's will reading.

Mr. McIntyre raised his hand for quiet. He slipped a document from a brown leather folder, adjusted his bifocals, and began to read: '"I, Grace Cahill, being of sound mind and body, do hereby divide my entire estate among those who accept the challenge and those who do not.'"

"Whoa," Eisenhower Holt interrupted. "What challenge? What's she mean?"

"I am getting to that, sir." Mr. McIntyre cleared his throat and continued: '"You have been chosen as the most likely to succeed in the greatest, most perilous undertaking of all time -- a quest of vital importance to the Cahill family and the world at large.'"

Forty people started talking at once, asking questions and demanding answers.

" 'Perilous undertaking'?" Cousin Ingrid shouted. "What is she talking about?"

"I thought this was about money!" Uncle Jose yelled. "A quest? Who does she think we are? We're Cahills, not adventurers!"

Lexi noticed Ian and Natalie Kabra exchange a meaningful look. Irina Spasky whispered something in Alistair Oh's ear, but most of the other spectators looked as confused as Lexi felt.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please," Mr. McIntyre said. "If you will direct your attention to the screen, perhaps Madame Cahill can explain things better than I."

Lexi's heart did a flip-flop. What was Mr. McIntyre talking about? Then a projector on the ceiling hummed to life. The shouting in the room died down as Grace's image flickered on the screen.

She was sitting up in bed with Saladin on her lap. She wore a black dressing gown, like she was a mourner at her own funeral, but she looked healthier than the last time Lexi had seen her. Her complexion was pink. Her face and hands didn't look as thin.

Dan POV

The video must've been made months ago, before her cancer got bad. Dan got a lump in his throat. He had a crazy urge to call to her:

Grace, it's me! It's Dan!

But of course it was just an image. He looked at Amy and saw a tear trickling down the base of her nose. Lexi seemed frozen.

Lexi POV

"Fellow Cahills," Grace said. "If you are watching this, it means I am dead, and I have decided to use my alternate will. No doubt you are arguing amongst yourselves and giving poor Mr. McIntyre a hard time about this contest I have instituted." Grace gave the camera a dry smile. "You always were a stubborn bunch. For once, close your mouths and listen."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Eisenhower Holt protested, but his wife shushed him.

"I assure you," Grace continued, "this contest is no trick. It is deadly serious business.

Most of you know you belong to the Cahill family, but many of you may not realize just how important our family is. I tell you the Cahills have had a greater impact on human civilization than any other family in history."

More confused shouting broke out. Irina Spasky stood up and yelled, "Silence! I wish to hear!"

"My relatives," Grace's image said, "you stand on the brink of our greatest challenge.

Each of you has the potential to succeed. Some of you may decide to form a team with other people in this room to pursue the challenge. Some of you may prefer to take up the challenge alone. Most of you, I'm afraid, will decline the challenge and run away with your tails between your legs. Only one team will succeed, and each of you must sacrifice your share of the inheritance to participate."

She held up a manila envelope sealed with red wax. Her eyes were as bright and hard as steel. "If you accept, you shall be given the first of thirty-nine clues. These clues will lead you to a secret, which, should you find it, will make you the most powerful, influential human beings on the planet. You will realize the destiny of the Cahill family. I now beg you all to listen to Mr. McIntyre. Allow him to explain the rules.

Think long and hard before you make your choice." She stared straight into the camera, and Dan seemed to have wanted her to say something special to them:

Dan, Lexi and Amy, I'll miss you most of all. Nobody else in this room really matters to me.

Something like that.

Instead, Grace said, "I'm counting on you all. Good luck, and good-bye."

The screen went dark. Amy gripped Lexi and Dan's hand. Her fingers were trembling. To Lexi, it felt like they'd just lost Grace all over again. Then everyone around them started talking at once.

"Greatest family in history?" Cousin Ingrid yelled. "Is she crazy?"

"Stubborn?"

Eisenhower Holt shouted. "She called us stubborn?"

"William!" Alistair Oh's voice rose above the rest. "Just a moment! There are people here I don't even recognize, people who may not even be members of the family. How do we know -- "

"If you are in this room, sir," Mr. McIntyre said, "you are a Cahill. Whether your surname is Cahill or not doesn't matter. Everyone here has Cahill blood."

"Even you, Mr. McIntyre?" Natalie Kabra asked in her silky British accent. The old lawyer flushed. "That, miss, is beside the point. Now, if I might be allowed to finish -- ". "But what's this about sacrificing our inheritance?" Aunt Beatrice complained. "Where's the money? It's just like my sister to come up with some foolishness!". "Madam," Mr. McIntyre said, "you may certainly decline the challenge. If you do, you will receive what is under your chair." Immediately, forty people felt around under their chairs. Eisenhower Holt was so anxious he picked up Reagan's chair with her still in it. Lexi discovered an envelope under her stuck on with tape. When she opened it, she found a green slip of paper with a bunch of numbers and the words ROYAL BANK OF SCOTLAND. Amy and Dan had one, too. So did everybody in the room. "What you now hold is a bank voucher," Mr. McIntyre explained. "It shall only be activated if and when you renounce your claim to the challenge. If you so choose, each of you may walk out of this room with one million dollars and never have to think of Grace Cahill or her last wishes again. Or ... you may choose a clue -- a single clue that will be your only inheritance. No money. No property. Just a clue that might lead you to the most important treasure in the world and make you powerful beyond belief..." William's gray eyes seemed to settle on Lexi particularly. "... or it might kill you. One million dollars or the clue. You have five minutes to decide."

( hey guys another chapter finished see y’all next update T-T)

Word count: 3851

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