#bandana kinda centric fic

[zaphiyy207]

Cats and Ice Cream shenanigans

Includes Kirby trying to rip Meta Knight's mask off and Meta Knight pushing Kirby away while they screamed bloody murder. Yup, that's the scene.

and also Bandana having to deal with them(there's Dedede but my energy poofed before I could draw him. Excuses. Because I have no clue how to draw him in that one scene)

these are all from a one shot i posted

You can read it here ^^

#kirby #meta knight #bandana waddle dee #kirby return to dreamland #hoshi no kirby #hoshi no kaabii #kirby of the stars #bandee #crack #its all crack #ah and kirby and meta knight kinda have sibling relationship here #with reasons #bandana kinda centric fic #and dedede is the mom #bandana is the middle child #kirby is the youngest #and meta knight is the eldest #it make sense if you read the ff

[poyoofthestars]

A Magopon Au Group Chatfic (and also its main fanfic)!

I’ll just be dropping some from time to time.

This’ll be a Magolor centric fic. Main shipping will be Meta Knight x Magolor

There will be references to Pokemon Scarlet and Violet’s storylines

Other notes will be under the cut

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Kirby started a group chat!

Kirby changed their username to Lil’ Star

Lil’ Star added Meta Knight, King Dedede, Bandana Waddle Dee, and Magolor

Lil’ Star: Haiii!

Magolor: Why hello there Kirby!

King Dedede: Hey, why is he here?!

Bandana Waddle Dee: But he’s the one that gave these Rotomphones

Lil’ Star: Oh! There’s another function here. Lemme try it.

Lil’ Star: @Meta Knight

Magolor: Huh. I never did know how many funtions these phones have.

Bandana Waddle Dee: But you gave them to us?

Magolor: I merely repaired these. Jumpstarting the Rotoms were easy, but I never did know what other functions there were other than this.

King Dedede: I think I found ‘nother one

King Dedede changed their username to Perfect Penguin

Perfect Penguin: And it’s a cool one!

Lil’ Star: Already found that one, sorry Dedede. I also have the power to do this!

Lil’ Star changed Magolor’s username to Starcutter

Starcutter: Really nice, Kirby

Starcutter: @Meta Knight

Perfect Penguin: @Meta Knight

Lil’ Star: @Meta Knight

Bandana Waddle Dee: Umm… Why are you guys doing that

Meta Knight:

Lil’ Star: Hi Meta Knight

Starcutter: ‘ello, ‘ello, hola! Ciao et bonjour!

Perfect Penguin: Uh? What?

Meta Knight: They all mean ‘hello’ if that’s what you’re asking.

Starcutter: sent an image

Lil’ Star: Are you alright?!

Starcutter: just fine

Starcutter: Great.. Just owie.

Starcutter: going to bed

Starcutter: night

//Spoilerish notes under the cut

Notes:

The Magopon AU was kinda inspired by those Kikipon AUs

In here, Magolor is Ogerpon. However he doesn’t remember everything. Magolor still has a habit of lying (and hiding) about his horns and eyes. Since the horns are wooden, he often shaves them off, although this hurts him a lot. Susanna Haltmann, when they met in Another Dimension (events of the Magolor Epilogue), was the one who told him off about it. Meta Knight was the one who knew that everything was not what it seemed, and confronted Magolor about it after observing his behavior after he returned to Dreamland (pun intended). Magolor still managed to lie his way out… until the events of Terastal Irregularity (fic)

#kirby chatfic #kirby series #meta knight #kirby #bandee #king dedede #magopon au #magolor #kirby’s return to dreamland #kirby’s return to dreamland gang #ogerpon #<- mentioned

[starlightshadowsworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/starlightshadowsworld/722607362837446656/okay-kinda-random-but-do-you-have-any-fic

Answering to this—I should’ve been specific but I love the work you do with stranger things and maybe you have any old fics you’ve read? i understand you probably don’t read as much anymore but it’s worth a shot haha

Aw thank you.

Sure!

Here are some of my favs.

Will preface by saying they are Steve centric stories.

Most are completed but I've noted which aren't.

Tried to give a bit of a variety though I did get a wee bit carried away 😅.

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The boy who listened by CrystalDragonette.

Short story about how Steve notices little things. And Gareth of all people giving him a chance to say his piece.

And than using said info to completely fuck with Eddie.

Also by them, Steve vists the Byers (and threatens a child).

Pretty self explanatory, a lil one shot about Steve visiting the Byers and encountering Angela.

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A Hedge of Brier Rose's by APuckish_Wit

The group make a plan to rescue Max and defeat Vecna for good.

Steve ends up sacrificing himself.... But all hope is not lost.

You might want tissues for this.

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with no cross to bear (these words just come out) by hitlikeahammer

Eddie has decided that Steve deserves all the love and recognition he deserves and is going to make sure he gets it.

Aka Eddie loves steve and wants everyone to know how awesome steve is.

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You made us feel like we could fly by Caroline_is_not_here

The one in which multiple head traumas lead Steve to go deaf.

A fic about him managing that, learning ASL and falling for the Deaf schools music teacher.

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Just Close Your Eyes ( the sun is going down) by httphimbo

Not completed.

Stranger things X hunger games AU

Where Steve volunteers for Dustin and isn't sure if the mysterious Eddie, the tribute from District 3 can be trusted or not.

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The Fruity Four Beat 1983 To Death With A Nail Bat by TheKidReadingInTheCorner

Robin, Steve, Eddie and Nancy are all bought back to 1983, the day before Will goes missing.

Armed with this knowledge earlier, they go to kick ass, adopt a lab kid and save as many people as they can.

It is fucking chaos, it's amazing and a sequel is in the works called The Skittle Six Bodyslam 1984 Into Another Dimension (Literally).

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off the beaten path by Pukner

Steve (finally after years of repression) comes out as Bi. And figures that hey Eddie is cute, and he has that bandana in his pocket so he must also be queer.

Except Eddie has that bandana for aesthetic purposes, he thinks he's straight.

Cue Steve and Eddie flirting and neither of them realising the others intentions.

Part 1 of the off the script series there's 2 other entries, no boys allowed and here be dragons.

Funniest shit I've ever read even with the oh... Oh no..

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Now it's your Turn Baby by datfangirlman

Not completed.

Eddie doesn't believes Steve's changed. No matter how much the party insist he has.

So they make a bet.

For Eddie to be Steve's friend for a month to see if Steve isn't a jerk anymore.

This has unforseen consequences when Steve develops feelings for Eddie and vice versa.

It's like a train wreck you can't stop staring at it.

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The Fallen King and the King of the Freaks by Knight_of_Tartarus

Not completed.

Season 2, Steve having to deal with everything and Eddie gets the great idea to help the former King.

Aka Hellfire adopts Steve.

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How to rehabilitate a jock in four months by towardthesun

Not completed.

Essentially the above two put together. Except hellfire aren't as... Welcoming.

Steve's at rock bottom and Eddie decides to run an experiment by inviting Steve into hellfire. Striking a deal with them that he can get Steve to change in 4 months.

The group don't like him and think hell never change so they (begrudgingly) agree... Except they start to actually like him.

... And Steve has no knowledge of this deal.

Another delightful train wreck.

And if I may be so bold, my own fics My Emergency Phone call

A fic based on the Noah Kahan song Dial Drunk.

Where Steve gets into trouble and his real family comes through for him

And The new Hopper

Stranger things X The black phone

Not completed

Where Vance Hopper ends up staying at his uncles in Hawkins, and finds that one of his old friends has been their all along.

Finney and Steve are the same person, they reunite and it's just fun.

Both are by me, SparkyIceblaze.

Hope they are enjoyable, lemme know if you need a link if one doesn't show up.

#Stranger things #fic reccomendations #Steve harrington #deaf steve harrington #eddie munson #Steddie

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Inevitable

Slightly updated version of a one-shot found in my Spot-centric anthology thing I have going on AO3. The little one-shots like this will be posted separate from the actual Sparah fic I'm working on as they are technically from different universes. Some notable changes for the sake of plot and story things.

Feel free to leave constructive criticism or to just share in the brainrot of these characters with me.

Hope ya enjoy!

Pidge is a term of endearment of the time period usually used between close friends or sweethearts. Rós is pronounced (ro-ous) or alternatively (ro-ou-sh) Roíse is pronounced (ro-sha)

He figured there wasn't much he could do when she started talking about the boy who sold near the shop she worked at. He figured there wasn't anything he could really say that wouldn't give him away when she asked if he knew the boy with the cowboy hat and red bandana. But he figured he could stretch the truth a little, she knew he wasn't Manhattan, she knew he wasn't supposed to be seen on this side of the Bridge. That he broke the few rules the Newsies could all agree on just to see her. He figured he could get away with a little white lie.

"His name's Jack Kelly. Us newsies calls him Cowboy."

"Do your nicknames really follow you to every borough?"

"Some of us they'se the only names we'se gots. Most of us don't keep the names our parents gives us."

"Is Rós your real name then, or just one you've given yourself?"

"Is real enough I suppose."

"I don't think I like that answer."

"That's life, pidge."

He knows his days are numbered when she shows up to their usual spot with bright eyes and a smile he's never seen before lighting up her face. He knows this is probably the last time he'll be able to see her like this once Jackie and his boys make good on their promise of a strike. He knows it's probably time he told her the truth.

"And he's taller than I expected. I thought he wasn't much older than you, Rós."

"I'se always been kinda short fer me age. And most of us don't keep much track o' age past when we'se can't swing it in a lodge no more."

"How old are you then?"

"Maybe sixteen? I was real little when I wound up at the lodge. Lots o' times it all jus' blurs together."

"Are there no records of you coming to the lodge?"

"I suppose, under a diff'rent name pro'lly. The one Blue gave me afore he aged out fer good."

"And when he aged out, Spot Conlon took over?"

"You'se don't gots to say 'is full name. None of us do."

"I've only heard the boys around here say his full name, and even then they're real quiet like it'll make him appear."

"Well you knows what they says about speakin' o' devil's."

"Oh you're terrible."

"So'se I'se heard."

There's no getting out of it now as he makes his way through Lower Manhattan. There's a roiling in his gut as he walks head held high and cane gripped tight in his fist as some of his boys tail him. There's newsies from every Borough and working kids alike openly watching him and plenty of adults being a little more subtle about it. There's maybe half of the older Manhattan newsies watching from the shadows as he makes his way through the midday crowd like he belongs here. There's not a sign of Cowboy or The Mouth as he settles down next to an already sitting Sarah. She hands him half a light buttery pastry and he bites back the comment that their usual spot on the fire escape in the alley behind them had better shade.

"So, from what Jack says, Spot Conlon has done a world of good for the working kids of Brooklyn. And newsies through the boroughs."

"I suppose so."

"I wouldn't mind formally meeting him. Davey said he reminded him of an avenging angel."

"Your brudda said what?"

"Oh he made some long-winded comparisons between the boy who earned the loyalty of an entire Borough -and then some- and came to the rescue of the Manhattan newsies and the angels in the Bible. Beautiful to look at and fierce to behold. Warriors of God meant to protect Heaven and Man."

"Your brudda thinks Conlon is an angel o' da Lord?"

"With everything people say about him, is it so hard to believe?"

"You Jacobs are crazy."

"Why thank you."

"Sarah, I-"

"I get why you did it. Once Jack and Davey found out about Rós it was rough. Davey had concerns for my virtue. I'm sure you can guess how Jack felt about his girl spending time with another fella."

"Jacky boy never was good at sharing."

"Then the picture came out. Jack was larger than life before but now, now he was practically walking legend. And Davey was right up there with him. Davey, Les, Racetrack, Blink and Boots and- and all those boys, they were all part of somethin bigger now. But you, you were somethin' else, Spot."

"Roíse."

"What?"

"Me name, me real one, not a nickname or somethin' I chose to make a new life, it's Roíse."

"Huh, I think I like that."

"Figures you would, pidge."

"This changes everything doesn't it?"

"A bit. I'se Spot Conlon and you'se Jack Kelly's girl. We've got a Strike ta run and I think there's more than just a factory or tha docks waitin for us when we'se age out now."

"You boys are changing the world."

"We're gonna try at least."

Francis Sullivan. Spot knew most of the newsies had fake surnames or used nicknames instead of their Christian ones but he could see why Cowboy had changed everything about his. He had been the one to break the news to Sarah when she met them outside of the courthouse sans her beau. He was glad to see she had managed to make it out safe and unharmed, glad that both 'hattan and Brooklyn had listened when he barked out the order to get her to safety above all else.

She doesn't cry when he tells her about Francis Sullivan and his real folks and his sentence to the Refuge. She doesn't cry when he tells her the cause that Cowboy had gotten himself what might as well be a life sentence to kids like them for was practically ground to a halt since Denton couldn't -wouldn't- publish another article about their strike. She doesn't cry when he finds her not two days later and tells her that the one person he had thought he could stand losing a girl like her to Legendary Strike Leader, Jack Kelly had shown up in a fancy new suit and a whole stack of crisp newspapers, denouncing the very war he started. She doesn't cry when she reaches out to pull him in close and rest her head on his shoulder while they both catch their breath like they used to on that fire escape down the block from her family's apartment but he takes a small step back, more a shifting of his weight to his back foot really, enough to keep the space between them. She doesn't cry when he takes his hat off and calls her Miss Jacobs, wishing her a good day with a bow like those fancy gents give the fancy ladies they will never be.

He doesn't say anything when he hears word that Jack 'Cowboy' Kelly is back with a plan. He doesn't say anything when he hears that Mouth is sporting a shiner from one of the Delanceys, that he got it defending his sister's honour. He doesn't say anything when he and his boys make sure Denton makes it to Roosevelt without any of Pulitzer's goons getting to him. He doesn't say a word when he sees Jack Kelly standing tall and proud and bigger than life in front of thousands of young kids who had never had a voice before now, a Jacobs on each side. He holds Les close between him and Racetrack so he doesn't get swept away in the crowd.

He doesn't look for her when Jack Kelly rides away in Teddy Roosevelt's fancy carriage. He bites his tongue when the damned fool comes back, sweeping up his girl and kissing her for all the world to see. He shrugs Racetrack off when the other boy asks him if he's okay. He pretends not to see the way the other 'hattan teenagers watch him, daring him to give them a reason. He turns away when he sees her searching for him in the crowd.

They had won the day, now he had a borough to run.

#rambler writes #newsies 1992 #newsies broadway #jack x Sarah #newsies rarepair #jack kelly x sarah jacobs #sparah #sarah x spot #spot x sarah #unrequited feelings #or is it 👀 #we'll have to wait and see #pining spot conlon #spot conlon has feelings #self indulgence time

[brujeria-histeria]

Father’s Day Blues

its a short fic. As you can tell I pretty much write whenever I fancy, I don’t do a lot of multi-chapters though. Happy Father’s day! This isn’t hacy centric(there’s light hacy in it) but more of the whole family feeling down on Father’s Day.(yes Harry is apart of the whole family)

To me Harry is kinda like Mel & Maggie’s adopted grandpa/uncle in some ways, even though he still looks young he’s old fashioned in a lot of ways. And his friendship/relationship with Maggie is so cute it makes me melt.

Maggie laid on her bed like a dead and depressed fish. Father’s day always kinda sucked for the youngest and bubbliest daughter in the family because she always had the utmost faith in Ray who she feels very weird towards now, since discovering her dad was actually Dexter Vaughn, her older full sister’s father, who’s also dead. Now she had about 0 dad’s, unless you semi squint counted Harry who in true old man grandfather fashion doted on the girls, scolded her when she got distracted and made them full breakfast every morning and gave her hugs when she cried and pep talks when she felt down before droning on about the old days and england(the parts he did remember after 1957), complete with dumb dad jokes. 

In her room Mel was sitting in her bed, she didn’t care for Father’s day or Ray, her father, really. Ray left her and Maggie, it broke her heart a long time ago but she didn’t keep hope for long and it broke poor Maggie’s heart year after year, if it wasn’t bad enough to learn Maggie’s actual dad was forced to leave and stay away from Marisol(except apparently when they would meet up for tryst). Mel did feel bad for their resident whitelighter though, he had been looking super down and out since the beginning of June and realizing Father’s Day was this month, spending more time in his condo probably crying into cups of tea. Poor Harry forced himself to move on for the girl’s sakes and convinced himself that his son was ok and didn’t need him despite after getting a hold of his powers he sobbed on top of her head while she hugged him. Still he missed out on even seeing his grandchildren grow up. Mel warmed up a lot to Harry and trusted him with her life, that’s why she managed to get something special for Father’s Day, it was mushy but it was the least she could do. 

Macy sat on her bed staring at a picture of her Father. He died several years ago and she remembered the pain she felt of not having a mother, who she thought didn’t want her, or a father now. It seemed like everyone was having a crappy Father’s Day. Maggie was heartbroken because she had 2 dads and neither of them were there, Mel already disliked Ray immensely, Harry was sad from missing the kids and grandkids he can’t contact unless he wanted his powers to go bonkers and he refused to lie and call himself a 3rd cousin or something. Macy glanced at the clock, it was 8:30, enough time to make it to brunch. 

Macy went to Maggie’s room and helped her little sister out of bed and led her down the hall to Mel’s room without a word until she had them both sitting. “I have an idea.” Macy presented. “I know Father’s day is really sucky for all of us, so why don’t we pick a place to go brunch to fill ourselves with food and mimosas to feel better, then we can come back home and make a special cake I’ve been wanting to attempt.” 

“Mimosas?” Maggie said straightening up abit. She did like mimosas... and she could go for a full breakfast. 

“We could see who’s doing a Father’s Day brunch and take Harry.” Mel added.

Both girls turned to Mel. “What? You guys didn’t see how much he cried after we saw his son, if anyone deserves to have a good Father’s Day its Harry, it wasn’t even his fault he was taken away from Carter... unlike others..” she mumbled the last part. “Also I... got him this.” Mel grabbed a box off her night stand, in it she held up a silver band bracelet with a small clock in the middle with names engraved on it. “It’s his son and grandkid’s names.” The two other girls awed and gave Mel a nudge for being a softie which she waved off.

“You’re right. Harry is like a estranged British Grandpa practically living in our house. I know he’s been acting weirdly since the beginning of the month.” Maggie agreed. 

Macy thought about how horrible Harry must have been feeling period from the past few months, two women he held affection for, one in a romantic way and one in a familial sense both betrayed him, he found out he had a son and can’t even be with him, and not to mention how Harry felt about her which he asked her to pretend she didn’t know anything(which technically she didn’t verbally agree to). His heart must be sore. 

“Well we have an hour or so until brunch starts. Mel let’s get Harry out of his condo today.” Mel nodded and texted Harry to just simply get dressed and meet them at the house at 9:45. It took him a few minutes, but he replied he would be there. 

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“Hello ladies, what is going on today?” Hary showed up to the Vera-Vaughn household, dapper as usual but no smiles. 

“You’ll see.” Maggie scurried towards him with a bandana and proceeded to tie it around his eyes, which he fussed at. “Margarita Vera, what are you doing?” 

“Stop fighting it Harry, just relax it’s gonna be a surprise!” she squealed. 

“Oh dear.” 

Maggie led him by the blazer to Macy’s car and sat with him in the back while Mel played navigator by holding the phone up so Macy could hear the directions. Mel and Maggie picked the place having a Father’s Day brunch, the other places were more sports themed, which wasn’t really Harry’s cup of tea. The place they chose was more his speed, fancy and spiffy. 

When they arrived, Macy and Maggie led him up the stairs by the hand, which Maggie forgot to not touch his hand because she got some mixed signals from both Harry and Macy. “She smells so good. Where are they taking me. I hope he likes his surprise. Harry looks so cute all confused. He smells really good too.” 

Maggie let go of his hand and decided to file what she just heard away for later not wanting to make the mood awkward by asking those two what was going on with that. 

“Table for 4 please.” Harry heard Mel ask, there was a noise of people around, and the smell of food. The girls led him some more, Maggie’s tiny hand had disappeared from his and took his arm instead. Macy’s smooth soft hands still in his. 

“TA-DA!” Mel whipped the blindfold off of Harry. “It’s a Father’s Day brunch.” She explained. They were on a rooftop with a few other families up there. 

“Why Melanie, Maggie.. Macy,” he breathed “You didn’t have to..” he said. 

“Nonsense, you may not be our dad but you’re like a live in grandpa.” Maggie smiled. 

“Oh, girls, you’re all so sweet. I think I may have the best charges in all of the magical world.” the girls all cooed at this. 

Once seated Maggie explained the menu was all you can eat and they’ bring anything you would order and unlimited drinks, 2 at a time for entrees. They also refused for him paying for his own, Mel paid for herself and Harry while Macy paid for herself and Maggie who also held Harry’s wallet hostage.

After round 1 of their food, Mel presented Harry with his gift. Harry’s eyes began to water a bit at the silver clock bangle. “Thank you, my dear.” he sniffled out. 

“Aww Harry don’t cry.”Macy and Maggie rubbed his shoulder. 

“I’m not crying I have summer allergies.” He wiped at his eye laughing. They all gave him a hug and wished him a happy Father’s day. Macy suggested they go to the mall afterwards to get the supplies needed for the special cake she was going to make later, which Maggie agreed to because she couldn’t resist the Mall. “I’m making a special fruit topped cake and victoria sandwiches. I thought Harry might like a taste of home.” She looked at him with a sweet smile.

“Thank you girls. This is one of happiest moments in my life as a whitelighter.” Maggie hugged his torso as he hugged her back again. He did love his girls. 

#harry greenwood #Maggie Vera #Mel Vera #macy vaughn