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giaourtopita · 3 years

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Can I request a headcanon with the demon brothers/Simeon? I've recently gotten pretty attached to Luke and while the chihuahua joke is admittedly pretty funny, and I like the brotherly dynamic they can have, sometimes things get taken too far or he's mistreated (not just teasing, like actual emotinal and neglectful damage) in game and nothing's really done about it. How do you think they'd react if after MC sees them mistreating Luke a bit too much (intentionally or not because I don't think they're actually trying to hurt him) MC sides with Luke and says that when the boys are hurting Luke, they're also hurting MC because MC was treated similarly as a kid

mc stands up for luke

hi! thank you for requesting! honestly my requests are taking so long because i have in person classes again and i can't use my phone now as much to write. i'm really sorry they're taking so long! i did mini fics for each character because it felt more fitting btw! i did mammon and levi and satan and asmo together! i really hope this is good enough!

warnings: implied bullying, confrontation (not anything too much tho), gn mc, angst, fluff(ish).

*mc noticed immediately the change in how he was reacting and talking when the brothers joined them. simeon noticed too but all he said was that he doesn't need to take them so seriously. almost as if simeon doesn't realise that he's a child and it's hard to react like an adult when you're not one.*

*during lunch time, all the exchange students were sitting together bouncing from topic to topic. soon enough the brothers joined them. most of them almost immediately started calling luke chihuahua, even though he didn't say anything to them.*

mc: come on, let's skip the rest of the classes.

*mc whispered to luke after noticing that he wasn't feeling okay anymore.*

luke: but what about lucifer and the rest?

mc: they'll be fine, don't worry! take your stuff and we'll leave once the bell rings, okay?

*luke nodded and waited to hear the bell so he could leave with mc, he wasn't sure why they wanted to skip the rest of the classes with him but he was sure it would probably be better if he went with them. he would rather be with them than have all the demons calling him names and purposefully annoying him.*

*once the bell rang, mc and luke acted as if they were going to their respective classes but at the last minute both left. they managed to leave rad with no one noticing them leaving.*

mc: do you want some ice cream? it'll be my treat!

luke: sure!

*luke and mc walked for a few minutes until they reached madame scream's. thankfully after the exchange program had been such a huge success a lot of shops started selling some of the most basic human items so luke and mc were able to get some human world flavours, strawberry for luke and chocolate for mc to be more specific.*

mc: so you don't feel comfortable around the brothers, right?

luke: yeah, they keep making fun of me, they tease me and they're also demons so... and they make me feel really bad, simeon doesn't think it's so bad but...

mc: i really don't think them being demons is the problem, you get along with barbatos just fine!

luke: yeah but still, i don't like being around them.

mc: i understand, i'll talk to them. don't worry, i'll make it sound like you didn't tell me anything!

*luke just nodded and continued eating his ice cream. after both were done, he and mc decided to go to the house of lamentation to bake so luke could have some fun after their talk.*

*after all the brothers returned, lucifer was visibly mad at mc. not only did they skip school but they also didn't tell him anything, he was worried the whole time. he couldn't say anything to lord diavolo though, admitting that he failed at something always makes him feel bad, it's a pride thing after all.*

lucifer

*he stormed in mc's bedroom to scold them, since that's all he can do to them as a punishment but before he could say anything mc started talking.*

mc: can you stop calling luke a chihuahua and teasing him? it was funny in the beginning but now it got old and all it does is hurt him and me too...

*lucifer's facial expression softened, he was ready to disagree but as soon as mc told him it hurt them too he dropped it.*

lucifer: you too? what happened?

mc: i was just treated similarly as a kid and i don't want that for him. i'm fine now though so don't worry too much. just don't tease him, he's still a young angel so he can't not react like a child.

lucifer: i will stop, i can't promise anything for my brothers but if you talk to them they'll probably understand. demons aren't as emotionally intelligent as humans so thank you for telling me.

*mc gave lucifer a hug and left the room to go talk to the rest.*

mammon & leviathan

*next was mammon and levi, mc remembered the two were planning on stopping by anidaemon so levi could buy a few new games they could both play without mammon getting scared during jumpscares.*

*mc knocked on levi's door where both him and mammon were. they said levi's secret phrase before entering.*

*mammon and levi were both finishing a level when mc paused the game. the demons were both starting to complain but mc stopped them from talking using the pacts.*

levi: why did you do that? we were about to finish the level!

*mammon nodded in agreement with levi.*

mc: i wanted to talk to both of you. mammon, you probably noticed when i left school early right?

mammon: of course i did! i was so worried that ya left, i called you like two hundred times!

levi: what was it that you wanted to talk about?

mc: i had a talk with luke and i want you to stop making fun of him and calling him names. it doesn't make sense when you do it, your brothers do it to both of you so i expected you to be more understanding, especially since he's so young. please stop doing that, he's too young to feel so bad and... it hurts me too because i was treated this way too.

*both brothers give each other a look before saying anything.*

both: we're sorry.

mammon: i'll stop, actually we will both stop doing that.

levi: yeah, it's not very fair to treat him like that.

mc: you're both the best!

*mc gave them a big hug and left the room to go talk to the next brother they could find.*

satan & asmo

*these two were hanging out in asmo's room, the fifth eldest was painting satan's nails and they were chatting and laughing.*

*mc walked in unannounced, asmo doesn't mind when mc does it so he didn't say anything.*

mc: hi! uhm, i came here to talk to you both.

satan: is it about you leaving rad early today? because i noticed...

mc: yeah, it's about that.

asmo: oh sweetie, i hope we didn't do something to upset you!

mc: you kind of did actually... i want you to stop making jokes at the expense of luke. you're making him feel awful, you're adults and you should be more understanding.

mc: it feels wrong and he's a child and the way you're acting hurts me too so if you care about me stop doing it, for my sake at least.

*asmo stops painting satan's nails and comes closer to mc, he hugs them and apologises for his behaviour. satan gets up to do the same but realizes that his nails are freshly painted.*

satan: i'm sorry that i made you feel this way, it wasn't my intention.

mc: it's okay, i just hope luke's mood improves a little after you all stop.

*satan was still standing, not knowing what to do so instead of giving them a hug like asmo did, he kissed them on the cheek.*

mc: i'll go now, uh, satan this shade of green looks very good on you! asmo you really know your colours!

*both brothers laughed as mc left the room.*

beelzebub

*mc entered the twins room knowing that beel was probably working out. he was listening to music very loudly, he didn't notice mc walking in so he got startled.*

beel: ah, mc you scared me!

mc: i'm sorry, i didn't mean to do that. can you take a break from working out? i need to talk to you.

beel: sure!

*the demon sat in his bed, next to mc.*

mc: so, you know how your brothers keep calling luke names, right? i know you don't really do it but if they do say mean things to luke could you, maybe, stop them?

mc: i know he keeps calling you demons in a demeaning way but i have the feeling that that's all he knows. maybe if you stopped he would also stop.

mc: and there's this other thing too...

beel: what other thing?

mc: you see, i was also treated like that as a child by adults and it really messed me up. i don't want that for luke.

beel: i'm sorry that happened to you, i will apologise to him the next time i see him.

*mc gave him a kiss on the cheek and they left the room.*

belphegor

*since he wasn't in his room, he's either at the planetarium or the attic. mc looked for him at the planetarium, but he wasn't so they stormed off in the attic to talk to him.*

*he was sleeping on the bed, he looked so comfortable mc almost didn't want to wake him up. they tried to wake him up by talking to him but they figured, he would probably wake up if mc kissed him. quickly they put the hair on his forehead to the side and kissed him. he woke up immediately.*

belphie: w-why did you wake me up?

mc: i want to talk to you about luke.

*belphie sat at the top of the bed and mc put their hand over his shoulders.*

mc: could you stop making fun of luke? it makes him and me feel bad. i was treated the same way when i was younger and ultimately it made me feel uncomfortable around adults. so, can you stop? it was funny in the beginning but you all took it too far.

belphie: sure, less effort for me i guess. and mc, i'm sorry for making you feel like that, it wasn't my intention.

*mc didn't say anything, they just pulled the covers over the demon, kissed him on the forehead again and left to talk to the final person they have in mind.*

simeon

*mc left the house of lamentations, they were extra careful as they were going outside alone.*

*once they got to the purgatory hall, they were finally able to let their guard down.*

*they said hello to luke and solomon, who were hanging out in the living room, they were told that simeon was in him room so that's where they went.*

*they knocked on the door, simeon welcomed them in and closed the door.*

mc: i want to talk to you. it's about luke.

simeon: what is it?

*mc took a deep breath before saying anything.*

mc: okay so, i know you're doing your best as luke's guardian but when the demon brothers make fun of him could you take him more seriously? it's a little neglectful that you're not defending him and at times it's as if he tries to act like an adult to make them stop, but since no one takes him seriously they usually just continue doing that. i talked to all of them and they told me they will stop but i needed to talk to you too. see, i was treated the same way as a child by adults who were supposed to take care of me and i know how he feels so please...

simeon: yeah, of course i understand. i didn't really notice because he keeps making fun of the demons so i thought it was like an inside joke but thank you for telling me.

*simeon gave mc a tight hug.*

simeon: would you like it if i walked you back home?

mc: yeah, sure i'd love that!

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fallen-gravity · 3 years

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Aftermath

A whole summer later, and Mabel's still having nightmares about being trapped in her bubble. One unfortunate morning, Ford just happens to be the one who overhears her crying in her sleep.

Notes:

A huge, huge shout out to @ariasofelegance

A little white ago I reblogged a silly post that said something like "come into my inbox and tell me what my writing brand is", and without hesitating she dragged me into the dirt. Got me so on the nose that it backfired and whoops, I wanted to write it.

Said ask can be found here

Hope you’re happy with the results, Rin ;)

AO3

It’s the sound of sugary pop music seemingly wafting in through her bedroom window that wakes Mabel first. She assumes it’s just an alarm she doesn’t remember setting, and frantically waves her arm out for her nightstand so she can turn it off and go back to sleep for another minute or ten.

Then it’s the fact that her hand smacks something that squeaks, and okay, maybe Waddles accidentally left one of his toys in her room. He’s got plenty, so she can shrug off that as long as it’s not his favorite then he can go another few minutes without it. She’ll bring it downstairs to him when she wakes up, or if Dipper rises before her he can bring it downstairs instead.

It’s fine. She can brush those things off, and to prove it to herself she turns over on her other side and brings her blanket up to cover her ears. If anyone needs her they’re gonna have to climb the stairs all the way up to the attic and tell her themselves. She smiles to herself at the thought, and settles easily back into her sleep.

It doesn’t really click that something’s…off until the sun shines in through her window. Despite knowing that she’s facing away from her window, the sunlight still pierces through Mabel’s blanket and lands right into her eyes. Even for the mid-summer Oregon sun she’s gotten accustomed to, it’s uncomfortably warm and unreasonably bright for so early in the morning.

…Stranger still, she’s sure that Dipper would’ve already complained about it before she did, or at the very least, she’s sure she already would’ve heard him shuffling around the room by now.

Mabel takes it to mean that he must already be awake and downstairs, and groans. It still doesn’t explain why the sun is so painful in her eyes, but she guesses that could be a result of her sleeping in later than she’s used to.

“Alright, universe, you got me” Mabel mumbles, and stretches as she finally pushes herself into a sitting position. Opening her eyes is a bit tougher with the sun still harshly shining into them, but it’s manageable, and…

…This doesn’t look like the attic.

She attempts to rub the sleep out of her eyes, in case she’s still not fully awake yet, but no, the image in front of her still doesn’t change. She’s about to try standing up to see if walking around will help snap her out of her haze, but before she can even kick her feet over the edge her bedroom door swings open.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Mabel sighs. “Can you close the window? I can’t see a thing”

“Sure thing, Miss Mabel!” a cheery voice that is decidedly not Dipper’s replies, and with a snap of their fingers the lights go out. Now that her eyes finally adjust, Mabel’s able to glance around her room, and…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no.

There are stone statues of her face in every corner of her room, piles of rainbow plushies stacked all over the floor, a collage of sweaters all over the wall, inflatable furniture scattered everywhere, and most notably, a large rug with a bright shooting star embroidered into the center.

“Miss Mabel?” the strange voice asks again, and a bright pink hippo steps into view towards her bed. “Is everything okay?”

Mabel frantically scoots backwards in her strange bed. “Stay back!” she tries to shout, but everything comes out as more of a panicked waver. “Stay back or I’ll grapple hook you in the face!” she frantically pats all around her body for any sign of her trusty weapon.

The hippo tilts its head in confusion, a squeak emerging from it. “Oh, Miss Mabel, you’re a riot! Don’t you remember?”

Mabel freezes in her frantic patting. “Remember what?”

The strange hippo laughs. “Our volleyball match! You promised you’d play with me, but then you took a suuuper long nap instead!”

Mabel shakes her head. It can’t be. It can’t be. She knows Dipper already came to rescue her, she knows they already took the bus back to Piedmont together, she knows they promised to stick together through thick and thin.

Or…did they? What if that was all part of this sick fantasy too? What if Bill just made her believe that Dipper came to her aid, when he’s actually been captured, or hurt, or worse, and Bill is still pacifying her for as long as he can to keep Weirdmageddon going?

She can’t breathe. She tugs at the collar of her turtleneck, but that only makes things worse, because it’s not until she notices the hot pink of her collar that she realizes she’s wearing her shooting star sweater. She wants to rip it off and claw at it until it comes apart thread by thread.

“M-Miss Mabel?”

She has to get out of here.

“Of course!” she replies, just to avoid suspicion. “Let’s go play some volleyball!” She claps loudly, and the pink hippo grins, seemingly unfazed by her behavior.

“Great!” it beams, and bounces happily out the door. Mabel follows more slowly, casting nervous glances everywhere she looks for any signs of creeping yellow eyes.

“Oh, shoot!” the hippo shouts once they’re outside, and Mabel nearly jumps a mile out of her skin.

“What is it?”

“We don’t have enough players,” the hippo pouts. “I can go see if I can find anyone who-”

“No!” Mabel shouts, and a few beachgoers freeze to cast glances her way. She blushes, and tries again. “I...I mean, we could always get my brother to play with us! Where’s my good ol’ twin brother?”

For the briefest of moments the hippo’s eyes flash yellow, but they’re back to normal just as quickly.

“Over here, sis!” Dippy Fresh waves, approaching them on his skateboard.

Mabel steps back, shaking her head. “Where’s my real twin brother?”

The crowd of beachgoers begins murmuring uncomfortably to each other.

“Aww, c’mon sis, don’t be like that!” he grins, jumping off of his skateboard and taking a step closer.

“You’re not my real brother” she hisses. “None of this is real! I know it isn’t!”

She’s shouting now, but she doesn’t care. “Come out and face me yourself, Bill! I know you’re out there! I don’t want to take part in this sick fantasy anymore!”

Everyone around her gasps, and between one breath and the next she’s painfully tackled to the ground.

“Mabel Pines!” an unfamiliar voice shouts, mixed seamlessly with the shrill echo of Bill’s. “Not only have you broken the one and only law of Mabeland, you have also spoke up in defiance of Bill Cipher, the true creator of this land. A simple court trial will not be enough. For these transgressions, you will be taken straight to the Fearamid for proper punishment”.

Mabel’s face pales. “W-wait! I was only just kidding!” She pleas, but a strong pair of arms is already lifting her into the air. She kicks and thrashes, but no matter how much she fights back, more pairs of hands seem to grab onto her and keep her in place.

“No!” she shouts. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ll do anything you guys want! I’ll never leave you again!”

“It’s too late!” Bill’s voice finally separates itself from the crowd, and he manifests himself in front of her. He lifts her into the air, and she starts thrashing even harder, but nothing she’s doing is working to free herself from her grip.

At the very back of her mind, she thinks she can hear someone shouting her name. But she’s sure that’s all just part of the illusion, that Bill’s using the sound of her own family against her to torture her one last time before she never sees them again, and-

Something brushes against her forehead.

Something soft, and warm, and comforting, and so humanlike compared to everything else around her that it’s enough to make the every single aspect of the illusion disappear into thin air all at once, even Bill himself.

Everything’s black, and then, with a blink of her eyes, she’s staring into Ford’s eyes, soft and loving and pooling with worry. It doesn’t take long for her to piece together that it’s his hand on her forehead.

“Mabel?” he asks, and she realizes quickly that it had been his voice shouting her name in the bubble.

She gasps, bolting upright, and does her best to recover her breathing. Ford doges out of the way to avoid smacking heads, but stays right where he is beside her, rubbing soothing little circles into her back.

Her throat hurts. She must’ve been shouting in her sleep. She wants to cry, but she can’t even do that right, because the moment a sob tries to escape her throat her chest feels like it’s closing up, and she can’t take a breath anymore, no matter how much air she inhales.

“It’s okay,” Ford whispers to her. “Deep breaths”

Mabel shakes her head. “I…I can’t”

“Yes you can,” he replies, firmly but kindly. He scooches closer to her, slowly as not to re-startle her. “Mabel, look at me”

She does. His eyes are so soft, conveying so many grounding, human emotions that the single moment of eye contact alone is almost enough to completely ground her back to reality. “You’re okay,” he murmurs, once she’s finally able to maintain eye contact without her eyes trembling. “You’re awake, I promise” he offers his hands out to her. “Reach out and squeeze my hands if you need to, but I promise that I really am right here”

Mabel reaches out and takes his hands in her own. They’re so much bigger than hers, and they’re rough with calluses and there’s quill ink stuck under his nails, but they’re so comfortably the hands of her great uncle, all the way down to the extra sixth finger on each hand that the sob stuck in her throat finally breaks its way through. He’s not just another illusion, he’s not a perfect copy that Bill sent to keep her complacent, he’s just…Grunkle Ford.

Mabel throws herself into his arms as her sobs overwhelm her small body. She buries her face into the collar of his turtleneck, and forces her eyes to focus on a little loose strand sticking out at the back of his neck. It’s just a tiny little imperfect detail that could easily be snipped or sewn back into place, but a little imperfection like that to let her know she’s home is more comforting than she’s willing to admit.

Ford wraps his arms around her and holds her closely. He gently runs a hand through her hair, whispering I know and it’s okay over and over again into her hair, and she just buries her whole face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of coffee and ash and ink coming from his sweater like it’s a lifeline.

She stays in his embrace until her sobs finally calm, and they pull away gently. She wipes at her nose with her wrist.

“I’m sorry”

Ford shakes his head. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, dear. I know firsthand just how awful it feels to suffer through a panic attack alone”.

Alone?

She glances to the other side of the bedroom, and finds Dipper’s bed empty. Her heart drops to her stomach. “Wh-where’s..?” she starts, but Ford places a gentle hand on her shoulder before she can finish that train of thought.

“Dipper’s okay, he’s outside with Soos”

“Grunkle Stan?”

“He ran out to the store, but he’s okay too”

Mabel buries her face into her hands. “You didn’t…come in here because you could hear me from downstairs, did you?”

Ford shakes his head, a fond smile itching to spread across his face. “I came upstairs when I’d heard you were still asleep and didn’t want my favorite niece to miss out on such a beautiful morning,” he pauses, the smile on his face vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared. “But then when I came in to wake you up, you looked like you were having a panic attack in your sleep, and…” his voice trails off. “You started…crying out names.” He winds a protective arm around her shoulder, and gently squeezes her arm. “I’d never want to make you recount something so awful, but if you want to talk about it, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon”

Mabel sighs. It isn’t even close to being the first dream she’s had about the bubble, so she should be used to all of these strange feelings by now. But this particular dream felt the most based in reality, and it’s the first time Bill’s actually shown up and threatened to hurt her to her face.

She returns his gesture, winding an arm around Ford’s back and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. She scooches just a tiny bit closer to him and rests her head on his shoulder. “I…” she begins, squeezing her eyes shut to brace herself. “I was trapped in Mabeland again. Except it wasn’t like all the other times I’ve had nightmares about it where I knew something was off and I hit the ground running as soon as I realized where I was, it was more like…I felt like I’d always been there.”

With her free hand, Mabel brings the collar of her sweater all the way up to her nose. Anything to distract her from her uncle’s worried expression burning into her. “It was like everything we did last summer was for nothing. I woke up in my bed in the castle, and everyone was acting like it was peachy keen. I tried asking someone about where Dipper was, just for some sense of normalcy, but all that did was summon that dumb clone Mabeland created of him so I wouldn’t get too lonely. I know it’s dumb, but the whole thing just felt…too real. Like I was still stuck there, and the apocalypse was still going on out here, and the whole rescue mission was just a sick dream that Bill put in my head to trick me into believing everything was okay”

Mabel squishes her face into Ford’s sweater and just forces herself to focus on his scent, on the soft material of his sweater, on the gentle pattern of his breathing. “Everything was ripped away from me, Grunkle Ford, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I tried speaking up for myself, but that only made things worse, because Bill showed up, and he-”

She’s suddenly painfully aware that she’s trembling again, and can’t help the tears building in her eyes. She tries burying her face even further into Ford’s sweater to collect herself and keep going, but before she can she feels Ford’s hand at the back of her head, gently holding her in place as she cries.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, his voice a soothing presence among her racing thoughts. “You don’t have to keep going.” He’s back to gently petting her hair, and the gesture is consistent and familiar enough to ease Mabel’s crying. “I’m so sorry that you’re still having nightmares about this”.

“It’s okay,” she sniffles, and finally finds the strength to pull herself away from his sweater. “It’s not your fault”, she says, and her eyes drop to the hardwood floor of her bedroom. “I’m just so scared, Grunkle Ford.” She grips onto the edges of her skirt. “I know that I shouldn’t be, because I know Bill’s been gone for a year and I know everything’s okay now, but I just can’t help but feel that everything’s not.”

Ford nods solemnly, and for a moment he doesn’t respond, until he shifts in his sitting position so he’s facing directly towards Mabel rather than beside her. “Mabel, may I show you something?”

Mabel blinks, her head tilting slightly in confusion. “Sure, Grunkle Ford, what is it?”

Ford rolls the sleeves of his turtleneck up to his elbows. His wrists are covered in faded white slits, and the rest of his arms are covered in burn scars, scratches, gashes, and decades-old bruises that never healed properly. Some of them are still red and blistering, and others look so faded that she could just as easily mistake them for birthmarks.

It hurts Mabel’s heart just to look at them. Her hands hover cautiously over them, and she glances at the wonderful great uncle that they’re attached to. “C-can I…?”

He nods. “Sure.”

Mabel gently runs her fingers along each of them so lightly that it’s almost as if she isn’t touching them at all. She knows that he’d been hurt in the past, and she knows that it couldn’t have been easy roughing it out in the multiverse for thirty consecutive years, but it breaks her heart to see the evidence of it all up close.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Ford sighs, cutting into her thoughts. “But most of these don’t come from the portal” he pauses to rub at the back of his head. “Or, rather, they do, but not in the way that you probably think”

Mabel pauses. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…sometime after Bill betrayed my trust, but before I was able to get the metal plate in my head to keep him out, he’d take advantage of our deal that let him into my mind whenever he pleased,” he taps at his forehead. “He was furious that I shut down the portal, so any time I fell asleep he’d use the opportunity to hurt me as much as he could. He never wanted to kill me because he was convinced I’d change my mind in due time, but he felt the need to torture me so I’d never act against him again. He’d slit my wrists, he’d burn me, he’d do just about everything he could to make sure I could feel the repercussions of his actions when I woke up.” He rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. “Thankfully he was never able to break a bone before I woke up in time to stop him, but…” he trails off, and for the briefest of moments he looks as though he’s lost in thought.

“I’m getting ahead of myself,” Ford blushes, snapping himself from his own thoughts before Mabel has any time to ask if he’s okay. “The point is,” he says, “Just because you know he’s gone now doesn’t mean that he never hurt you. Your nightmares are your scars, and they’re just as real as the scars under my sweater.”

Mabel wants to respond with a proper thank you, because she’s genuinely touched by the validation, but there’s a part of her that just can’t move past all the gashes and scars on Ford’s arms. She knows she’s seen similar cuts elsewhere, maybe not nearly as dire, but she knows in the back of her mind that’s just because she was just barely able to stop them from becoming much, much worse.

“I don’t think it’s just the nightmares” she mumbles, just barely loud enough for Ford to hear.

“Hmm?” Ford hums. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Mabel runs two fingers gently around the white scars on Ford’s wrist. “I don’t think it’s just that he hurt me, I think it’s that he hurt a lot of people that I love, too.” She shakes her head. “I know there isn’t a lot I could’ve done to prevent it, but…I was so oblivious to it, Grunkle Ford. I had no idea he was hurting so many people until it was almost too late”.

She keeps rubbing gentle circles into his wrist, like she can make the scars and all of the memories of the pain he went through vanish into thin air with her loving touch alone. “Dipper’s got these scars too. I know he’s okay now, but…” the sigh that escapes her is broken and shaky. “I know that much worse things could’ve happened to him, too”.

Ford frowns. “He…did tell me about being possessed, yes. But he also told me that he couldn’t have gotten his body back without your help. Bill’s a master at trickery, Mabel, it’s not your fault you couldn’t recognize him in Dipper’s body”.

…But she also knows that the reason Dipper was possessed in the first place is because he was up all night trying to crack a code that she told him she’d help him with, and she also knows that if she found out that it wasn’t Dipper controlling his body until it was too late, then…

“He wrote a letter”

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop herself, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, tears building in her eyes again.

“Who did?” The soft smile slips off of Ford’s face. “Dipper?”

Mabel shakes her head. “Bill wrote a letter when he was still in possession of Dipper’s body. I’ve never shown it to Dipper before because I didn’t wanna freak him out, but I just…couldn’t bring myself to throw it away, because I was so afraid that if I did, Bill was going to find out, and wait until the moment my back was turned so he could…” her voice trails off, and she can’t finish the sentence no matter how badly she needs to get it off of her chest.

“Mabel?” Ford asks, his voice dripping with worry.

She shakes her head, and hops down from her bed to reach underneath. She grabs a seemingly useless crumped up piece of paper, and carefully unfolds it and pats down all the wrinkles before she offers it to Ford. “Before he could do this,” she replies, her voice barely rising above a whisper.

Ford takes the letter from her, and Mabel takes her seat back on the bed beside him. All she can bring herself to do is just watch as Ford’s expression becomes more and more horrified as he reads further down the letter, and the hurt in his eyes when he looks into hers when he finishes reading is palpable.

“I’m scared, Grunkle Ford” she repeats, her mouth continuing to speak before her brain can stop her. “I know Bill’s gone for good, but how can I be so sure that everything’s okay when I know that this is what he could’ve done to my brother?”

For a few painfully short moments Ford says nothing. Mabel’s sure he’s at a loss of words, or that it was a mistake showing him the letter because he’s freaking out now too, but much to her surprise Ford’s next move is pulling her into his arms again and hugging her so tightly it’s as if he never wants to let go again.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into her hair, but doesn’t give her enough time to respond before he keeps going. “Mabel, I’m so sorry you’ve been burdened with this. You’re the last person I would ever wish to feel so unsafe that you can’t even trust the quiet moments.”

His breathing sounds broken and shaky, but if he’s tearing up at all he’s doing a really good job at hiding it. “You don’t deserve any of this. You’re too young to feel like you have any responsibilities over anyone’s life or death. I’m so sorry that he made you feel this way”

She knows he’s not the kind of person to use his words carelessly. She knows that he’s phrasing it this way because he recognizes his own behavior in her. She doesn’t respond verbally, but she reciprocates the hug best she can, and a heavy sigh escapes Ford when she does. They stay there in silence for a few short minutes, just reveling in the comfort and safety of the other’s arms.

When they finally pull away, Ford seems to have gathered his composure again.

“I promise, Mabel” he takes one of her hands into his own. “I promise you that he’s gone. He can never hurt you or me or Dipper or Stan ever again. It doesn’t mean he hasn’t, and it doesn’t mean that recovering from that sort of pain will be easy, but if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that he’s never showing his face here again”.

Mabel finally crumbles in his arms. She’s sobbing again, but it’s a cathartic kind of sob, and she’s gripping onto Ford’s shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping her together.

“And even if he does, I know just the grappling hook to scare him away”.

Between her sobs, Mabel can’t help but giggle.

#my writing #gravity falls #ford pines #mabel pines #sweater twins #mystery twins

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jadespeedster17 · 3 years

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Sanders Sides Coraline AU

It’s nearing 3AM here, and I’m watching Cinema Sins Coraline. So... I decided to write a bit for my Sanders Sides Coraline AU.

This excerpt is when Thomas find the Other World, because I don’t feel like writing shitty parents tonight. And hey! Finally learned how to the do the ‘keep reading’ things!

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Thomas bent down his eyes narrowing as the tunnel of rainbow like colors expanded out in front of him. Now, for most people, this might seem like a bad idea. But for Thomas, after hardly having anything fun or exciting happen for the 2 weeks of moving in, this seemed like an adventure and chance he was willing to take. Not like his parents would notice he was gone... or dead.

Pushing his throw blanket off and crawling inside, Thomas let his curiosity guide him into the fabric tunnel. He got to he end and pushed open the door to find that... he was in the parlor room again? He blinked confused at that looking around at the area.

There was some key differences, more furniture, cleaner, and the paintings on the wall were more cheerful. There were also some photos, but it was hard to see in the darkness. There was however one light, and some faint humming from that direction. The warm glow lead to the kitchen, and the sound was male by the deeper tones.

Carefully he moved down the hall and pushed open the door to see someone in a blue polo shirt with a tan cardigan and tan pants making food. Thomas blinked in shock at the intruder in his home, taking a step back only for the floor to creak. The person turned and looked at him with bright blue button eyes.

“Well hello there, kiddo!” he said happily, he had round glasses on a short, slightly rounded face. “Come, don’t be shy now!” he said happily putting down the bowl and whisk holding out his hand.

Thomas swallowed, “W-Who are...” he asked shakily, trying not to panic.

“Me?” the man laughed, sounding cheerful as ever, “I’m Patton, your Other Father kiddo!” he said with a bright smile at him, moving his curly brown hair out of his face.

“Other... Father?” Thomas echoed confused to him, looking around at the full cabinets of foods. The lights cast a warm glow on the clean walls and counters.

Patton beamed at him, “Yup! I’m your dad, kiddo, I guess I’m just ‘better’.” he jokingly said going back to stirring the contents in the bowl. “Mother dear is outside in the gardens getting some fresh vegetables for dinner.”

Thomas looked at the stuff on the stove, though did keep his distance from the open flames. Patton then looked at him with his unblinking, button eyes, “I’ve got an idea, why don’t you go get your brothers, dinner should be ready by the time.” he suggested to Thomas, ruffling his hair.

Looking at him confused at that Patton beamed, “Virgil is upstairs in the attic and the twins are in the basement.” he told him, “Go on sport.” with that he turned back to getting the ham out of the oven.

Thomas walked away confused, but the other had every opportunity to harm him so he must be okay. That or Thomas was dreaming, one of the two. Walking to the hallway he decided to go to the attic first, as he disliked the basement of the house. The way up was quiet, not even the stairs creaked as he got to the attic door and knocked on it twice. Thomas for a moment thought this was a joke, until the door open and he was looking up at a teenager with a baggy purple and black hoodie. Thomas eyes traveled up from the holey black pants to the purple button eyes looking at him with a raise eyebrow

“Something you need?” who Thomas guessed was Virgil, asked him.

Thomas swallowed hard, “Uh... Patton... Dad, said that dinner is ready and to get you and the twins.” he said carefully, a little scared.

Virgil titled his head then smiled, “Well we best get the twins then.” he said to Thomas as he walked out closing his door. “Come on then bro.” he grinned ruffling Thomas’s hair, his hand was firmer than Patton’s as Virgil lead the way down the stairs. Thomas carefully following behind, this dream was just getting stranger. “So... your my brother?” he asked Virgil who nodded looking at him over his shoulder.

“Yup, your Other Brother.” he said calmly though he was smiling. Thomas frowned, “But I don’t have a brother.” he told him.

Virgil shrugged, “In this world you do though, and that’s me and the twins. I promise, I’m telling the truth.” he said as they turned in the hallway. Thomas followed quickly turning to see someone in the doorway who turned them.

“Out of your room Emo?” the man in a lack caplet and yellow button eyes said hanging his hat on the hanger. “That’s a first.”

“Oh hush dad.” Virgil snarked back, the man made a face playfully messing with Virgil by shoving him and ending with them play fighting for a moment. The man then looked at Thomas and grinned, “You must be who my darling Patton told me about.” he said with a grin, “I’m your Other Father as well child.”

Thomas just nodded to that as he grinned, “Names Janus.” he said holding out his hand as Thomas shook it awkwardly. “Guess you two kids are gonna get the rascal's.” Janus hummed looking at the door. “Yeah, dad said dinner is ready.” Virgil said with a shrug putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.

Janus nodded, “Well don’t want to let the food get cold, best hurry along. Logan dear won’t be happy if you keep him waiting.” he chuckled as Virgil nodded with a smile and walked outside. Thomas took a minuet watching Janus leave as he walked after Virgil, once outside he frowned, “How can I have two fathers?” he asked confused.

Virgil looked at him, “You like to question things, don’t you?” he asked back as Thomas flushed at that. “Look kid, you just do, and they are the best dads one could ask for.” he promised him as they walked down the porch stairs and turning to the stairs that lead to the basement door. “This one is normally unlocked compared to the one in the house.” he told him.

Thomas just nodded, deciding not to ask why as he didn’t want Virgil to snark at him. Walking over as Virgil knocked hard once and just walked in. Looked at the open door for a moment, before following Virgil inside after hesitating, he walked into a large room that had one side painted in green and silver and the other was in gold and red. “Oi!” Virgil yelled out, “Things on and two, dinner is ready! Get your asses in gear!” he called out.

Sounds were heard from the double bathrooms as out of the one from the red side came a guy in a very princely outfit, and dark red button eyes with green thread. This teen huffed. “Really my chemically imbalanced brother, must you just barge into our room?” he scolded. “It’s my house too Princey.” Virgil said back calmly with a nonchalant attitude. “Beside our little brother decided to show up.”

“Little brother!?” came from the green door as it opened, out stepped a guy in a very... exaggerated outfit. Thomas wasn’t sure if he was going for the opposite of his twin or over done villain. Green button eyes with red threat stared at Thomas through wild brown and white locks. “Great! We need a prince for the castle!” he cheered going over and picking up Thomas and tossing him up into the air.

Thomas squeaked as he landed on the bed of the other, Virgil moved his head in the way that would be someone ‘rolling their eyes’. But, as they were buttons, he wasn’t sure. “Come on, we don’t want mom getting upset at us for letting the food go cold.” Virgil grumbled. “Bro, meet your twin brothers, Roman and Remus.” he said quickly. Roman squawked, “For shame, such a lame introduction.” he then bowed to Thomas, “Prince Roman actually, your amazing older brother.”

Then Roman yelped as Remus pushed him out of them, “And I’m Duke Remus! the even better brother!” he said, Roman scowled as i ended with them wrestling each other. Virgil huffed, “Guys come on! I’m hungry!” he said as Thomas giggled a bit, these guys didn’t seem half bad.

Getting up from the bouncy green and black bed with tentacle pictured covers, he ran up after Virgil the twin following close behind and into the house. Inside Patton looked at them, “Wash your hands kiddos!” he said quickly, Thomas went to do so as the twins and Virgil grumbled at that trudging after him. Inside the dinning room when Thomas went in after finish up first, he walked in to see another man setting the table. This guy had on a black polo shirt and blue eyes with black pants that were more dressy than Virgil. Sitting on his face, framing the dark blue and silver thread button eyes, was some thick rectangular glasses.

Thomas wondered if they could even ‘see’ to have ‘bad eyes’ but kept that thought to himself. He did near jump when the man looked at him and hummed, “Well hello Thomas.” he said to him calmly. Blinking in shock Thomas hesitated, “You know my name?” he asked, the others hadn’t said he name yet so he figured they didn’t know it.

Nodding to him, “Ofcourse, I know the names of all the kids here, you’re no different.” he promised, “I’m your Other Mother, Logan.” he said with a curt nod. Thomas blinked at that, his ‘mother’ was a guy? Well, he did have to dads, so this couldn’t be any stranger. “Care to help me set the table?” Logan asked him, with a dumbfounded nod Thomas gripped the plates setting them out at each place with a cloth in front of the chair.

“Don’t worry Thomas.” Logan said after Patton started to set the food on the table, “We’ve been waiting for you, we aren’t here to harm you.” he smiled faintly, after only ever giving cool or calculating looks. Thomas shifted a bit, “That’s... comforting, but what do you mean you’ve been waiting for me?” he asked curiously.

Virgil looked up from helping Patton set the table, “Every kid has Other Parents, Thomas. Right, mom?” he asked looking at Logan who nodded. “Yes, and you happened to find yours, which is lucky. We are here to help you where your real parents are lacking.” Logan told him calmly.

“Oh...” Thomas muttered looking down, was it really that obvious his parents weren’t the best of people? A hand that was cold and smooth lifted his chin to meet Logan’s button eyes, “Don’t cry now, I know your home life isn’t the best, but we are here now. We’ll be a family you need, promise.” he looked at Thomas with a faint smile that was kind and loving, like how he was told moms were to smile at you.

Patton hugged him quickly, the other was rather squishy to the touch, but he was bigger round than stick person Logan, but at least slightly taller than Janus. “We love you Kiddo, and this place was meant for you to find it.” he giggled kissing Thomas’s forehead.

Taking their seats at the table, Thomas was next o Virgil and Logan, with Remus across from him. Patton was at the other end of the table flanked by Janus and Roman. Logan gave thanks calmly and helped Thomas get some food so the other had a healthy balance, while the others got theirs. Thomas was sheepish about this whole thing, but the food did smell good and looked edible. “How is it Kiddos?” Patton asked, smiling brightly.

“Great as always dad!” Virgil said cheerfully as Roman and Remus said the same. Thomas shyly nodded, “It tastes amazing.” he said softly as Patton beamed at him, his freckles showing when he did. The ham did taste great, it was tender and juicy, he happily ate his corn with his mash potatoes.

“Ha! See I’m not the only who who mixes them Roman!” Virgil declared point his fork at him. Roman scoffed, “You two are just weird.” he said with a wave of his hand, Logan chuckled at this smiling fondly at his kids.

“Whatcha guys want to drink?” Janus asked everyone as Thomas blinked in shock when the chandler came down for them with different drinks in it. Logan hummed, “We have sodas and flavored water along with milkshakes.” he told Thomas who looked a little overwhelmed.

“Er... I’m not picky.” Thomas said honestly, Logan hummed with a nod getting Thomas some grape juice as it was higher up. He happily drank some, smiling a bit at the sweet, but very flavored taste. He looked around the table to see the group was very happily chatting to each other, then he looked at Logan. “No need to be scared Thomas, I can bet this is a bit overwhelming.” he said calmly.

“Kind of...” Thomas said shyly, Logan nodded slowly and seemed to be very understanding.

“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” Logan promised to him placing a comforting hand on Thomas’s shoulder. It did make him smile at how gentle Logan was being and he wasn’t forcing Thomas to speak like his real mom did. Thomas took a moment, wiping his fingers on the napkin in his lap, “it’s just...” he looked conflicted but Logan remained silent. “This all seems too good to be true, almost magical in a way... I must be dreaming.” he said to Logan honestly.

“Understandable that you’d have doubts, given how your current life is. But, this is very real.” Logan said softly to him, though he didn’t have eyelids, Thomas could tell the button eyes were soft in their gaze. Before Thomas could say anything he yelped in pain when Remus pinched him under the table, “Felt that right?” Remus cackled out.

Logan gave a stern glare, “Remus.” he said carefully, as Remus looked sheepish and ducked his head. “Sorry Mom, sorry Thomas.” the duke mumbled out quietly as Logan nodded to him.

Well that did prove Thomas could feel pain, so he wasn’t dreaming, but still. Logan sighed looking back at Thomas, “Don’t worry Thomas, he’s just trying to help.” he smiled at him, going back to dinner, Thomas finished his plate and drink, feeling a bit more at ease as time went on.

“You kiddos gonna play outside later?” Patton asked happily to the group. Remus grinned again, “Yup, now that we have our Prince here, our castle is complete!” he said was Roman nodded along. Virgil scoffed, “Am I playing Dragon Witch again?” he asked. “Oh don’t be like Emo! You play a great dragon!” Roman whined as Thomas snickered at Virgil’s playful scowl.

“You like games Thomas?” Logan asked curiously, “The twins are great at games in the forest.” he promised. Thomas looked at Logan and shyly nodded, “Yeah, tough there aren’t many kids around the house.” he said softly, especially during this covid stuff.

Logan beamed at that, “Well now you have brothers, right kids?” he asked as Remus was nodded along with Roman happily, Virgil gave him the peace sign with a relaxed smile. Thomas did smile at that with a nod at that, yeah, Logan was right. But, before he could say anything he found himself yawning. “Goodness, it is late.” Janus said looking at the clock, “Might have to change plans boys.” he said sadly.

Remus pouted, but Virgil tried to stifle a yawn himself as Roman did look a little sleep now that the other two started up. Patton giggled, “Come on kiddos, tomorrow you can play outside all day.” he promised them as they got up together.

Thomas sleepily followed them, as Logan looked at him, “Head onto bed, we’ll be up to tuck you in after the others.” he promised. Tuck him in? His mom and dad never did that. Sluggishly making his way upstairs, as his stomach was full for once and it was late, Thomas opened the door to his room on the second floor. “Woah!” he breathed out.

His room had new rainbow rug, with stars and planets on the ceiling that seemed to move on their own. Heck, it didn’t even look like there was a ceiling! Little lights danced around the room like fire flies and stuffed animals waved at him from the bed and walls. Thomas gazed around his mouth gaped open in awe as he sat down on his bed that had puppys and cats on it.

The door opened as he turned to see Logan, Patton, and Janus walk in, “Like it?” Patton grinned, “Jannie and I worked hard on it.” he told Thomas.

“I love it!” Thomas cheered as he hugged Patton and then Janus, then jolted away a little sheepish that he did that. But looking up he only saw bright smiles at him. “Glad to here it darling.” Patton cooed as he helped Thomas to bed. “But, tomorrow is another day, and we expect to see you back here soon.” “That’s right, wouldn’t do for you to be tired.” Janus teased him bopping Thomas’s nose.

Smiling at that, Thomas yawned again as Logan pushed the covers over him kissing his forehead along with the two other fathers. “Goodnight Thomas.” Logan said softly, “Sleep well.” Humming faintly as Thomas closed his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted for once since moving here.

“See you soon.” the three said in unison as Thomas fall into a dreamless sleep under warm covers.

Light filtered through his window as Thomas opened his eyes, lifting the covers only to find his room wasn’t colorful again. The stars were gone, and the walls were there dull grey.

He frowned, had it really all be a dream?

#sanders sides coraline au #sander sides coraline au #coraline au #sanders sides au #ts virgil #ts janus #ts logan #ts remus #ts roman #ts patton #c!thomas #ts thomas #chubby patton #short janus #tw button eyes #other mother logan #other father janus and patton #other brothers remus virgil and roman

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meangirlsx · 5 years

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I saw Beetlejuice for the second time recently, and like I shared some things about Mean Girls with you all after I saw it, here are some thoughts and notes and fun facts about Beetlejuice:

Toward the beginning of the show, Beej has a joke where he says he feels invisible and powerless, like a gay republican

It takes people a second, but the audience bursts out into laughter

And then he nods, like he’s saying, “Yep, I said it” and everyone breaks out laughing again

And he does the nod again and gets another break of laughter

And once more, and you can already tell the audience is like in the palm of his hand

He also makes a joke that seems self-deprecating and then deflects it onto an audience member in the front by saying, “This guy knows what I’m talking about!”

He does that a few times throughout the show

And at the end of the show, he makes a joke at the guy one final time and then switches out of his Beetlejuice voice and back into Alex just long enough to say, “Thanks for being here!” to the guy

Dana was on for Lydia and y’all she is so incredible

I feel like with Sophia’s Lydia, you get that the character was always strange and unusual and got more so and darker after her mom died, but at least to me, I get the impression that it wasn’t a far leap for her as a character

Dana’s Lydia has a sweeter, softer, higher voice just by virtue of it being Dana

But she also plays her a little softer and more innocent and more like you really get the feeling that she was a good deal different when her mom was alive

Both are totally valid and fantastic interpretations, so it was fun to see this other version

It also felt a little less shocking then when Lydia thinks Adam’s ultimate dad joke is really funny and says she likes the Maitlands

It really gut punches you that she just wants a healthy, happy, stable family

In Ready Set, Not Yet when Barbara goes, “Look at these jugs!” Beej whips around with wide eyes, realizes she’s talking about actual pottery and not her boobs, makes a disappointed face, and no one processes it until he walks off and then they’re just dying laughing

Then at the end of the song, when Barbara says they’re maybe 80% ready and Adam says 78% instead, she nods like she’s totally in agreement

In Fright of Their Lives, when Adam tells Barbara her first “best primal scream” is brilliant, Beej turns him around to face away from her

Adam looks like he’s trying to be good and make Beej happy by not interacting with Barbara in that moment but as soon as she tries again, it’s like he can’t contain himself from loving and supporting his wife with everything in him

David’s Adam is just really freaking adorable, guys

He really embraces the whole “I’m a huge dork and madly in love with my wife and that pretty much sums me up” personality

Also someone posted on here a while back that they think the severed head that pops out of the trunk looks like Nic Cage and I was pretty close to the stage and I still back this

During Beej’s soliloquy, on the album he doesn’t go all operatic until, “I know that beggars can’t be choosers” but at this performance he did it right away from “I want freedom” and it was so overdramatic it was amazing

Once the Maitlands fight with him and he storms out of the attic, they start getting so angry together, and Adam gets all worked up like he’s going to yell something insulting but instead just yells that Beetlejuice needs therapy and he hopes that he gets it

Like they’re so nice and pure they can’t even be mad without hoping for good to come to the person they’re mad at

In “No Reason” when Delia says, “life coaching, nailing it,” she bops her little hair bun

I’m also fairly certain she tries to dab at some point during the song

And at another point in the song, she does that Fornite dance where you pump your arm and leg on the same side while like hopping?

Tbh a lot of her little quirks are her trying to be cool and relatable and just not fully understanding the current culture or the fact that Lydia is very much not into it

In Say My Name, he shouts, “Fake cartwheel!” and then twirls behind Lydia like he’s pretending to do a cartwheel but wouldn’t land it if he actually tried

Then when he yells “assassinate,” he pulls the top part of his wig back to reveal a brain, and he doesn’t cover it back up until a good moment after Lydia says, “No!”

At the start of Day-O, when Delia calls Charles an “amazing, amazing man,” she straight up starts crying

So now we’re into Act II

Presley comes out for Girl Scout and the entire audience just cheers because who doesn’t love Presley

The first time she turns her back to the audience, you see that her backpack is just O V E R F L O W I N G with Thin Mints

When the music changes for a few seconds after “they had my back if anything went wrong with me,” she’s like freaking out and breathing heavy and trying to calm herself down

And then she jumps RIGHT back into her happy place when she hits “jamboree, soda pop” and everyone in the audience like lost it over that

In the transition between outside and inside the house, Sky says it’s so dark and pulls out her flashlight because she’s always prepared

She holds it beneath her face and says “boo” and then “just kidding, hope I didn’t scare you”

And then something scares her and she starts breathing and counting and Lydia just goes, “You’re fun”

It takes Sky exactly 0 seconds to reply, “I like you, too”

I can’t remember if Dana does this as Sky, too – she probably does

But when Alex sings “clean, white shorts turning brown” Presley spins on the landing of the stairs like she’d been trying to get to a bathroom and just couldn’t make it and wow it’s funny but your heart goes out to her in that moment even though you know it’s not real

Also for anyone who’s been curious or concerned, Sky is totally fine by the time she leaves – she doesn’t die or get hurt or anything

Lydia pays her for some Thin Mints and she leaves, like honestly the girl’s got some steel bravery

Presley and Dana are just so cute onstage together, like you can tell they’re loving it

Later, in “What I Know Now,” Presley is back as the Dead Rider and in a moment where everyone is watching Leslie as everyone has sort of crowded around Lydia, Presley reached out and held onto Dana’s arm for a minute

Then she turned it into her character moving Lydia because the ensemble members move her around in that part of the song

They’re so supportive and proud of each other

Right after Charles proposes to Delia, Lydia comes running in trying to tell him that the house is haunted

So Delia hides under the covers instead of in the bathroom or closet or whatever and takes her vape with her

And Lydia tells her dad to grab everything so they can get out and she pulls the sheet off the bed and sees Delia and after a long pause, Delia says, “Hey” and sooooo much smoke comes out of her mouth and her voice is all deep

Back in “Barbara 2.0,” when Kerry first sings “Say hello to Barbara 2.0,” she leans one leg on a box and flexes her arms down in front of her stomach and it’s adorable

Then when Adam sings, “the old one’s fertilizer,” Barbara just totally giggles

They’re so in love

Kerry and David have a slightly different vibe than Kerry and Rob but they’re already such great scene partners and so sweet together

Toward the end, when they’re all trying to trick Beej and Adam yells for everything to stop because he has something to say to him, the entire audience gets so excited and then so quiet, waiting for him to own Beej

And when he starts by saying that Beej has been harassing him the entire show and pauses at, “And I gotta tell you”, you can tell everyone thinks we’re about to get a comment on sexual harassment

And Adam finishes by saying, “It. Has worked.” and EVERYONE goes insane

And then he’s full-on making out with Beej and Beej is just in AWE and the audience can barely breathe

Barabara tries to do it, too, but she leans in and she just can’t bring herself to do it

During “Creepy Old Guy,” Alex gives Beej the most innocent, hopeful look that makes you almost happy for him and almost forget that all of this is Very, Very Wrong

It looks like Adam is Beej’s best man and Barbara is Lydia’s maid of honor and like Delia is probably like a bridesmaid

They get to the “I do” and you can feel that everyone kind of can’t believe it actually happened and it’s like this creepy, shocked feeling that settles over everyone but then immediately all the tech goes crazy because Beej is becoming alive

As a very briefly alive Beetlejuice, he goes on this total anxiety/emotional spiral from “the world is so beautiful” to “what if I’m never happy again” to “we don’t teach men to process our anger and that’s a sad truth that indicts all of us” to “so maybe, maybe I’ll just try murder”

Tbh the entire show is an impressive showcase for Alex but that moment is a rollercoaster and a mini masterclass in portraying different emotions and making social commentary and maintaining the humor all at the same time

He puts on this ENTIRE persona for the entire show, which is obviously very common for most characters/actors but like this is a whole other level, I think

The way he moves, of course the way he talks and sings, the way his eyes look, literally everything is different and it’s so, so clear that he put SO much work into creating this character

Okay that’s my Alex Brightman stan rant now back to your previously scheduled programming

At the start of his goodbyes, Beej mentions a possible future “vision quest” to find his dad and just goes, “Sequel?” and then does his puppet hand like he did for the Handbook for the Recently Deceased and in “Say My Name” and makes a “squa squa squa” noise like those horns people play from their phones to back up their own joke (I’m so sorry I don’t know a better way to explain it or if there’s a real term for it because y’all it slays the audience)

At the curtain call, everyone in the audience is of course screaming for Dana and the entire cast is just so proud of her and they’re doing everything they can to show it

Alex, especially, just fucking bows to her and claps like he’s in awe of her

And the last note I took down is a tech thing so if you don’t want to know how they do the lifts of Barbara and Lydia, just stop reading here

I didn’t catch it when they lifted Barbara up the wall for the exorcism

But I caught it when they lifted Lydia up the stairs and I’m guessing it’s the same mechanism for both

There’s like this black seat attached to the wall beneath the railing

I only noticed it because I was up close and on the side and looking for it but like you really don’t notice it

So she can like casually straddle this thing and rest herself on it and it will lift her up safely

I’m sure there’s more to it than that to make it totally safe, and also she can bring her legs and feet pretty close together while she’s up in the air so there has to be some explanation for that, too, since that would be difficult if she were sitting and she’s also clearly standing and not sitting

But it’s awesome

And Adam has been hanging out near there with a mop and mop bucket, cleaning up little things onstage, which is totally on-brand for him and you don’t question it for a second

But then when Lydia comes down and steps away from the stairs, Adam just dances right over to the seat, stands in front of it, and knocks it into the bucket with the mop

Again, I was looking for it

They do a really great job covering that kind of stuff

Guys this show and the entire team that puts it on is just so, so incredible

If anyone has any questions about the show that I didn’t address here, feel free to ask

And if I don’t know the answer at first, I’m seeing the show at least one more time and can pay attention to something more specifically to get you an answer

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #Alex brightman #dana steingold #Presley ryan #kerry butler #Leslie kritzer #David josefsberg #Sophia anne caruso

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mysteryartisticwriter · 4 years

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Alright, Spider-man // Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Hey loves, I know I need to do a part two of “What’s Stopping You?” but I just had this idea and I really wanted to write it! Every time I see an AU where the reader is the daughter of Tony, I always like to think of how they would actually meet if they met in the actual MCU. So, I made this! I hope you guys like it because I still need to do several other stories to do, such as my Wattpad story and that part two. Anyway, enjoy!

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REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED BTW (FOR NOW)

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

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“Why do I have to come, again?”

Your father, Tony Stark, had forced you to come with him to pick up a new recruit. You’ve heard the situation currently happening at the moment, Uncle Cap and your father having a disagreement about the Sokovia Accords and a division between the Avengers.

Soon, Tony was going to Germany with Auntie Nat, Uncle Rodey and two other recruits, one being the one you were going to pick up right now. The two of you were in front of the small apartment door and were about to knock.

“Because the kid is your age, he might feel more comfortable around someone his age. It’ll be quick, I swear.” Your father answered.

You sighed, patting down your black dress suit and blowing a few strands of (h/c) hair, usually braided but now in a bun, from your face. You knew better than to argue with your dad, it never went anywhere since his stubborness was passed down to you.

While wiping a stray hair from your face, you knocked on the door and stood next to your father.

A middle aged, yet young looking woman opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Tony Stark and this is my daughter (Y/n),” you waved at the woman. “We’re here to speak to Peter Parker.”

The lady’s face turned to shock and she seem flustered for a moment then she regained her stance.

“Oh my- um...come on in!”

She opened the door wider to let you two in and you walked in after your dad. You looked around her apartment and felt a comfort and homey feeling. It was nice and simple, definitely a humble family.

“My name is May Parker, I’m Peter’s aunt. He’ll be home soon, he just finished school. But until then, I made tea and meatloaf! Take a seat and have some!” The woman, May, picked up a tray of cookies from the kitchen top.

You graciously took a piece and smiled at her, giving her a thank you in responce. Your dad took several pieces and sat on her couch, you following him.

May set down the tray on the table in the middle of the living room and sat on the couch next to you.

“I don’t mean to be rude, I mean it’s an honor to have the Tony Stark and his daughter in my home but what do you need to talk with Peter about?” She questioned.

“I assume Peter has told you about the grant, yes?” Tony lied.

“Grant? Um, no, he hasn’t. I-I don’t think so, at least.” May replied.

You and your dad exchanged fake shocked looks.

“Well basically, your nephew applied to the Stark Inc. Internship; a internship where young smart minds, like Peter, get the chance to work around my company part time. He got accepted.” He explained, taking another bite out of his meatloaf piece.

May’s eyes widened at your father’s words and looked over to you, as if not believing him. You nodded and a large smile grew on her face.

“O-oh wow! I can’t believe he hasn’t told me about it!”

Just then, the door of the apartment opened. You could see a young brown haired boy in a thin, navy blue sweater walk through it. He hadn’t said anything so you guessed he just didn’t notice you yet.

“Hey, May.” You assumed was Peter, greeted before dropping his keys on the counter and heading to the kitchen.

“Hey, how was school today?” May asked.

“It was okay, but there’s this crazy car parked outside.” Peter turned towards his Aunt but saw you and your father as well. You and your father pretended to not notice him while he came in.

His face showed silent shock, his mind not believing what he was seeing. From what you saw, you had to admit he was pretty cute and good looking. For a second, you didn’t believe he was your age because he looked to be about maybe 18, but looks can be deceiving.

“Oh, Mr. Parker.”

“Um,” Peter took out his wired headphones. “W-what are you- hey! I’m uh...I’m-I’m Peter.”

“Tony.” Your dad gestured to you.

“I’m (Y/n).” You smiled.

“What-what are you doing here?”

“It’s about time we met. You’ve been getting my emails, right?” Tony winked with his eyes, telling the boy to go along with what he was saying.

“Yeah-yeah...regarding the-”

“You didn’t even tell me about the grant?” May interjected.

“About the grant! Right.”

“The September foundation? Yeah? Remember when you applied?”

“...yeah.” Peter sheepishly replied.

“We’ve approved!” Tony pointed to him and you.

“So now, we’re in business.” You finished for him.

“You didn’t tell me anything. What’s up with that? Are you keeping secrets from me now?” May asked, a little hurt.

“I just- I just know how much you love surprises so I thought I would let you know...anyway, what did I apply for?”

“That’s what we’re here to hash out.” You told him, his eyes looking towards you.

“It is so hard to believe that she is someone’s aunt.” Flirted your dad, you gagged on the inside.

Aunt May just laughed. “Well they do come out in all shapes and sizes, you know?”

“This woman’s meatloaf is exceptional.”

“Lemme just stop you there. Is this grant like got money involved or whatever..?” The brown haired boy wondered. You giggled at his words.

“Yeah, its pretty well funded. Look who you’re talking to.” You stated, smirking a little.

“Can we get five minutes with him?” Asked Tony.

May agreed and the three of you headed towards a more private area, more so, Peter’s bedroom. Once you entered, you closed the door behind you and did a quick scan of his room.

It was filled with many layers of technology around the room and his desk was full of it. His room was smaller than the average bedroom, definitely smaller than yours and one twin sized bed laid in the middle of it against the wall.

Peter walked towards his desk and your dad spat out the meatloaf in his mouth to the trashcan. You almost laughed at his distaste to the woman’s food.

“As meatloaf goes, that wasn’t too bad.” He said then looked around the room.

Your dad looked at the old computer and other devices on Peter’s desk.

“Oh, what do we have here? Retro-tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?” Tony asked Peter.

“The garbage, actually.”

“So you’re a dumpster diver?” You raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Yeah I was...um anyway, look. I definitely did not apply for your grant-“

“Nah uh! Us first.” You looked over to your dad, he waved his hand and you took out the small device in your pocket.

“Quick question of the rhetorical variety,” as you held up the device, a hologram popped up and a video started to play of a web swinging person stopped a man from breaking into a car. “This is you, right?”

“Um, n-no. What do- what do you mean?”

You smirked before pulling up another video of the hero you knew was him. It was footage of him stopped a car from crashing into a moving bus.

“Look at you go!” Your dad joined in.

“Wow, nice catch. 3,000 pounds and 40 miles an hour? It’s not easy. You’ve got mad skills.” You complimented Peter while putting the tech away.

A small smile grew on his face until his washed away almost immediately.

“That’s all- that’s all on YouTube though, right? I mean that’s where you found that? ‘Cause you know that’s all fake, it’s all done on a computer.” The boy tried to lie but you and your dad were not having it.

“Mhm.” Your dad hummed, looking up in the ceiling and noticing something. You followed your dad’s gaze and grabbed a nearby bat from the floor.

While Peter continued to prattle on, you pushed the top part of the bat into the attic opening and a red and blue suit, attached on a string came flying down.

“No!” Peter managed to grab the suit before you could and hid it in the small part of his room where the rest of his clothes were.

You high fived your dad and he gave you a proud smile. Peter turned away from his hidden suit and awkwardly looked anywhere but you two.

“Ahh...that’s uh...” The hidden hero sighed, knowing he was finally caught.

“So, you’re the ‘Spider-ling’? ‘Crime fighting Spider’? You’re ‘Spider-boy’?” Asked your dad.

Peter hesitated for a moment before answering. “Spider-man.”

“Not in that onesie you’re not.”

“It’s not a onesie.” Peter gave a hard glare at your dad, walking past you both.

You grabbed his suit out of the corner of his room, handing it to your dad.

“You know, I was actually having a really good day today, Mr. Stark. Didn’t miss my train, found this perfectly good DVD player that was just sitting there and algebra test; nailed it.” The boy told you.

“Who else knows? Anybody?” You inquired.

He just shook his head in reply. “Nobody.”

“Not even your unusually attractive Aunt?”

“Dad, no.”

“No! No, no, no! If she knew, she would freak out! And when she freaks out, I freak out.” Peter pointed towards the outside of his room where his Aunt was still sitting.

Your dad then tapped you on the leg with his own and showed you a small container filled with some type of fluid. He passed it to you and you examined it, looking at it with fascination.

“You know what I think is really cool? That webbing.” Tony pointed towards the container in your hands and you tossed it to the web slinger, who caught it right before it hit his face. You looked at him with an impressed expression and smiled at him, earning a shy one back.

“The tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured this?” You brought into the conversation.

“I did.” Answered Peter, throwing the web fluid back into the corner.

“Climbing walls, how do you do that? Adhesive gloves?”

“It’s uh...long story.”

“Lordy! Can you even see in these?” Your dad teased as he brought Peter’s suit goggles up to his own eyes. You laughed as he made weird sounds with them.

“Yes! Yes, I can!” Peter yanked the suit away from your father and tossed it into the clothes pile.

“Yes, I can see in those, okay? It’s just that when whatever happened...happened, its like my senses have been dialed to 11. There’s way too much input so they just kinda help me focus.” Explained Peter.

‘This is going nowhere.’ You thought. Gazing back to Peter and his suit, you walked to Peter’s desk.

“Dad, mind if I talk to Peter alone for a bit?” You insisted.

Tony looked between you and Peter, sighing then got up to leave the room.

“No funny business, Mr. Parker.” He said, using his ‘dad voice’ as you called it then walked out.

It was silent for a few moments until you spoke up.

“You are in dire need of an upgrade.” You snickered, sitting on his bed and looking at him.

The boy just leaned against his wall, shy and awkward. You just figured he’s never been alone with a girl before, nonetheless, in his own bedroom.

“Okay, start talking.” You pat the bed part next to you, offering a seat.

Peter shuffled quietly towards his bed and sat next to you, looking away and slightly blushing.

“Why are you doing this?” Peter just looked to you, confused. “I gotta know, what’s your MO? What gets you out of this twin bed in the morning?”

Fidgeting with his hands, the hero replied, “Because...because I’ve been me my whole life and I’ve had these powers for six months. I read books! I build computers! And yeah, I would love to play football but I couldn’t then so I shouldn’t now.”

“Sure, because you’re different.”

“Exactly. But I can’t tell anybody that so I’m not.”

Peter began to grow shy again so you gently rested a hand on his fidgeting ones in his lap. He looked to you, shocked but no words came out of his mouth. The brown eyed boy sighed and looked to you.

“Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t,” you slightly leaned forward, but not enough to envaid his space. “And then the bad things happen...they happen because of you.”

You knew what he was talking about, your dad always told you about how it was dangerous out there in the field. You were kidnapped with Pepper years back, getting hurt in the process and your dad almost lost it. Tony didn’t want you to get involved with any hero stuff to avoid you getting hurt or killed. Your dad felt guilty, guilty for letting you into this life where someone was always after him. Therefore, after you.

“So you’re just looking out for the little guy? You wanna help out the world, do your part and make your home a better place on that, right?” Quietly, you responded.

“Yeah-yeah, just looking out for the little guy. I mean, it is what it is.” He stuttered.

A couple seconds go by until you stand up, looking around his room one more time.

“You got a passport by any chance?”

“No, I don’t- I don’t even have a driver’s license.”

“You ever been to Germany?” You interrupted him. He shook his head.

“Oh well, then you’ll love it.”

Peter looked at you with a mix of a strange and shocked expression on his face.

“No, no I can’t go to Germany!” Exclaimed Peter.

You chuckled, “Why?”

“I-I...I got homework.” Peter stuttered. You rolled your eyes and stuffed your hands in your dress pants pockets.

“Okay, I’m gonna just pretend you didn’t even say that.”

“I mean, I’m serious! I can’t just drop out of school!”

“Why not? I did. And I’m your age.” You gestured to yourself.

“W-well, why can’t you just go?” Peter tried to argue.

You scoffed, “As if my dad would allow me, his own daughter, to go against Captain America. He barely lets me out of the house.”

The brunette sighed and ran his hands over his hair in distress. You knew you only had one more chance to get Peter to come to Germany, and a bright idea came to your mind.

“Welp, it might be a little dangerous so I think I’ll just tell my dad to tell your Aunt May-“

Right before you could touch the doorknob of his room, Peter sprayed a douse of web fluid onto your hand, sticking it to the knob so you couldn’t turn it.

Smirking, you turned to look at the new recruit, whose arm was pointed outwards and fingers in a position so he could spray the webbing at you.

“Don’t tell Aunt May.” Peter warned.

“Alright, Spider-man.”

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A/N: Tell me if you wanna be tagged in my Marvel stories!

@dear-selena (i know this is what you requested but i promise you i will make the part two of the last one you liked!)

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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Egotober Day 25: Cobwebs and Cardboard

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Haunted

Summary: Kay goes with some of the guys to a haunted house, one of those Halloween attraction ones.

Warnings: none

With Halloween so close, Egoton was in a bit of a mood and there were more than a couple attractions and haunted houses we’re going up.

The plan was for Ethan and Randall to take Eric but one thing led to another and the two were with Eric, and Illinois, and King. The latter had heard Illinois had tagged along with Eric and wanted to be there “just in case”.

The five of them were standing in front of what Ethan had found was the best rated haunted house in town.

Eric was hiding behind Illinois, looking up at it nervously, he was clutching his hand.

“What’s wrong, leoncito, you’ve faced scarier,” Illinois smiled at him.

“There’s people in there,” Eric complained into Illinois’s back.

Illinois’s smile fell and he wrapped and arm around Eric, “You don’t have to go in. We can stay outside, try to win some prizes or something.”

“You make out in the bushes and I’m getting a crow to throw food at you Ills,” King warned.

“Hey, come on, what did I do to you?” Illinois demanded.

“Really?” King stared at him. “I’ve been keeping track. You want my list, asshat?”

Illinois rolled his eyes, and quickly bent down to carry Eric over his shoulder, but Eric went about as straight as a board so the result was Eric bracing his hands on Illinois’s shoulders. Eric’s face went beet red and Illinois had this huge smile on his face.

“What’ll it be dulcito? The fake haunted house or do I get a head start on that huge stuffed unicorn at the front?”

Eric went impossibly redder, just staring at Illinois.

Illinois chuckled.

“I think his brain shut down,” Ethan teased.

“Yeah?” Illinois carefully put Eric back on his feet, “fine, I’ll put the pretty boy down.”

He bent his knees a little and inclined his head so that their eyes were level. “Let those thoughts in that pretty head come back up.” Then he winked.

“Oi, we’re still here,” King shouted at him. “How about you do that away from me.”

“Illy!” Eric squeaked out, covering his face.

“Okay, okay,” Illinois stood up straight again. “I’ll stop. So what’ll it be sweetheart. Haunted house or cute games?”

“Y-Y-ou wa-nna go,” Eric looked away, still flustered but clearly uncomfortable.

“Any fun I could have isn’t worth it if you’re not okay,” Illinois reminded. “So are we going to counter-scam a carnie or go into the haunted house?”

Eric was quiet for a long time, looking uneasy and playing with his hands a bit. Illinois just waited trying to look as calm and patient as possible.

It took a bit but Eric worried his lower lips with his teeth, looking away. “We . . . uh, um . . . can go into the h-ouse.”

“You sure?” Illinois asked. “We don’t have to.”

“I-I w-want to,” Eric looked more determined.

Illinois kissed Eric’s cheek, “If you ever want to leave, just give me a sign and I’ll take you back out, even if we’re about to finish.”

“I wi-ll,” Eric promised.

“Okay,” Illinois kissed Eric’s forehead and passed him a couple twenties. “Go with the boys get us three tickets.”

“I can pay for myself,” King told him.

“아빠 would never let me hear the end of it,” Illinois told King.

Eric nodded and walked off with Ethan and Randall to a ticket stall outside the haunted house. Leaving Illinois and King standing away from them.

“So, you tell the Old Man yet?” King asked as the two of them just watched the former apprentices getting tickets.

“He knows I’ve got a new travel partner,” Illinois admitted. “The invoices show there are two people on his bills so I could just lie about that.”

“Why not tell him?” King said. “You’re obviously over the moon about him.”

“Don’t want my luck to run out,” Illinois defended, looking at Eric. “The long I wait, the longer my luck holds out.”

King frowned, “Haven’t you found some amulet that counteracts it by now?”

Illinois sighed, “There is no counter-curse, no spell, no lucky charm that is enough when my luck finally runs out. I can only hope that when it runs out again that Eric isn’t with me.”

“Do you think it ran out when I was sent to watch Artie?” King voiced a question he had for a while now.

“Dark and Host don’t blame me, but I do,” Illinois answered.

King was quiet for a second or two before tugging on his arm, “It wasn’t, your fault. There was nothing you could have done.”

Then before Illinois could argue further, King shoved him a bit, “Come on, let’s catch up with the guys, before they get themselves into trouble.”

Illinois smiled and they walked over to the others.

“Keep taking care of Eric and we won’t have any problems,” King told Illinois, “he’s a nice kid.”

“Huh, what was that?” Ethan said, looking over them.

“I said Illy’s a piece of shit,” King corrected. “Long may he reign, the prince of assholes.”

Illinois chuckled, rolling his eyes. The adventurer wrapped an arm around Eric’s back and leaned in. “Had fun at the ticket booth, dulcito?”

Eric just shrugged, staring at Illinois.

They headed into the haunted house, the result was that Eric stayed clutched to Illinois’s side for most of the time, almost stumbling as he was startled. Illinois asking if he wanted to leave a couple of times, but Eric just clung to him and insisted on continuing. Illinois did wind up picking him and carrying him halfway through, promising to protect him.

Ethan and Randall were having fun, giggling and chuckling the whole way through. King was the only one who didn’t have a noticeable reaction for most of it. He occasionally jumped and there was a room that Illinois and King stared into the room in surprise and with a bit of trepidation. It was a room with a mad doctor and slabs of meat and realistic fake skeletons. They glanced between each other and just sprinted into the next room.

But the group walked out the other side and Illinois raced for a bench to put Eric down, trying to calm him down. Thankfully he wasn’t in a panic attack. The two were talking between each other quietly and there was a gentle promise that Eric would not go to another haunted house.

They went to go get some corn dogs after Eric felt like walking again.

“Sorry you didn’t have fun,” Ethan apologized to King.

“What?” King asked in confusion, munching on the contents of a bag of popcorn.

“At the haunted house,” Ethan clarified.

“Oh,” King realized. “Nah, I had fun, it was alright.”

“Yeah, but yah didn’t get scared,” Randall reminded.

King shrugged, “There’s nothing really scary about a fake haunted house. Yeah I got startled a couple of times, and that effect with the fake organs did make me do a double take but it’s all cobwebs and cardboard.”

“We technically lived in a haunted house anyways,” Illinois told them, tipping his hat up.

“Wait you lived in the Manor, man?” Randall asked.

“Yep,” Illinois popped the “p” on the end. “It got freaky at night. Never had to have a curfew.”

“How bad was it?” Ethan asked leaning forward.

King glared at Illinois, “Usually nothing happened except for the changing hallways, it took forever for me to find the bathroom at night when I first got there. It’s really easy to find the back porch, impossible to find anything else.”

Illinois tapped King’s arm with the back of his hand, “What about that time in the attic?”

“Which time in the attic?” King asked.

“You know when you and Yan came crying down the stairs?” Illinois told him.

“Ohhhh,” King remembered, and smiled. “Huddle up.”

Randall dropped his elbows on the table, Ethan had a huge smile on his face.

“Okay, how old were we, Ills,” King started.

“It must have been about a year and some change since we were adopted,” Illinois waived his hand. Eric was halfway onto his lap, trying to cuddle up next to Illinois.

“So I was about six, Yan was about five, and it was hot as balls in the middle of the summer. It was that one year with the heat wave and it was so hot that even the Manor was overheating. So Yan and I were up in attic, because we can’t go in the basement.”

“Why?” Eric managed to ask.

King sighed, “Because Dark kills people down there, it’s like Wil’s set couch, we just don’t go there unless you’re helping kill people, so I never went in the basement. Anyways we’re we’re fucking around in the attic and Yan was in Bim’s old crib and I was checking out this broken cursed looking mirror when I look over and I see Dark standing in a corner of the attic watching us. He’s in this nice red tux and he’s smiling at me. Except his smile is kinda freaking me out.”

King’s smile faded. “So I call out, ‘Mr. Dark?’ ‘Cause I used to be formal with him. And down the stairs I hear footsteps and Dark calls out, ‘What is it Kay?’ I look back at ‘Dark’ and he’s gone. The real Dark is walking up the stairs. After I asked him about it, we’re taken out of the attic and he locked us out of the attic for a month. He spent the rest of the day watching us like a hawk and the next time I went up with Illy, the attic is clear of ghosts”

“So what was it?” Randall asked.

King shrugged.

“Yanc called him ‘the Shadow Man’ cause he has all this black smoke around him,” Illinois answered. “Dark always got super protective when he was around so we always assumed he was one of those bad spirits.”

“Like Dark?” Ethan asked.

Illinois made a scoffing sound, “Dark’s a demon, big difference. Spirits can’t affect their environments, demons are way more dangerous. Either way whenever the Shadow Man was in a part of the house Dark would throw a barrier up and we couldn’t go in that part of the house until Dark deemed it safe. Once we were barred from going outside without him watching over us for a month. Artie and Bim went insane, it was fun to watch.”

“For you,” King grumbled.

“So is that thing still around the Manor?” Ethan asked.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t be,” King answered. “Maybe Dark pissed him off and he’s haunting Dark. I don’t know, I’ve tried looking into him and so far I’ve found nothing. But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up.”

“So has he done anything to you guys, stood over your bed as you slept, or fucked with the lights?” Ethan asked.

“Not to us,” King reported. “I haven’t seen or heard anything to suggest it’s a demon or a poltergeist. Glad I moved out, that mess is your problem.” He nudged Illinois.

“No,” Illinois smiled. “I don’t get the cursed mansion, I get the cursed lake house. Big difference. The Shadow Man doesn’t live there. Bim gets to deal with the cursed mansion, I don’t want anything to do with that cursed house besides my stuff. Bim can have the house.”

“B-im in-herits the M-Manor?” Eric asked. “But Da-rk can’t die?”

Illinois shrugged, “Didn’t stop him from making a will, I think he does it to make himself feel better, or maybe the Old Man’s gonna skip town for a hundred years to add some pizazz to his life, I don’t know.”

“Weird,” Ethan commented.

“That will isn’t getting used anytime soon,” Illinois excused. He stood up and held out an elbow for Eric. “Now if you’ll excuse us, boys, we have some carnival games to win.”

Eric blush returned as he grabbed onto Illinois’s arm. Illinois helped him up and they walked away.

The other three watched them walk away. Ethan getting up, “Well I’m gonna have fun on some of those rides.”

“Wanna go stalk an’ torment the lovebirds?” Randall smiled at King.

“Why do you think I’m here?” King smiled, they split ways to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egotober2020 #Markiplier #Crankgameplays #Ericilly #King of the Squirrels #Randall Voorhees #Eric Derekson #Illinois the Adventurer #ahwm Illinois #sibling antics #sibling fluff #Eric tries his best

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crimson-mage-02 · 4 years

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Kallura Secret Santa: Summer Christmas

Summary: Keith and Allura wanted to make their first Christmas with their children special to spend with family and friends. They wanted everything to be perfect. Just way they had planned it. Well, almost everything.

A/N: Merry Christmas and have a wonderful New Year!! Here’s my @kallurasecretsanta gift for @myshippyfanart!!

The prompt you have given me was a bit confusing to me so i came up with this. I hope you like what I have written. This is a family Summer Christmas fic. I hope you like it. I added my OC, Kaela, younger sister of Keith, just to clear the confusion. And sorry for the delay! Merry Christmas!

It was a lovely day in Earth with everyone were preparing for Christmas. It was a nice and warm summer Christmas. Everyone was excited to spend their time with family and friends. Keith had taken his family to his old shack, now turned into a bigger house in the desert for the Christmas holiday to spend the holiday with their family and friends. Speaking of which, he had finally finished decorating the Christmas tree with his kids, Kiara and Alfor the second.

“Papa, this looks amazing!” Kiara exclaimed excitedly as she twirled in her little purple summer dress that her aunt had made for her.

“But it is missing something.” Alfor said as he looked at the tree.

“It’s missing a star. Kids, why don’t you go to the attic and look for it? I am sure my baby sister needs help with the cooking.” Keith smiled and watched his children making their way to the attic to find the Christmas star for their tree.

Keith went to the kitchen and saw his younger sister was singing a song while cooking their meals for their Christmas party. He looked over the table and saw a turkey and chicken on the table. They were brilliantly cooked. “Oh, Keith. Hi, I am just gonna start with the dessert.” Kaela said as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Maybe you should rest up. I can take over. Allura is just outside with James.” Keith smiled.

“Nope. You said that I should do the cooking. Can you get James in here? He will be helping me with the cooking. Take this opportunity to spend time with Allura.” Kaela said as she stopped her older brother from going into the kitchen.

“But… the kids...” Keith said as he was being pushed by his sister.

“No buts and get your wife and have fun!” Kaela grunted as she tried to push him towards the door but Keith was leaning on her. “Can’t you go any faster?”

“Oh no! Gravity is increasing on me!” Keith said dramatically as he kept on leaning on his sister.

“No, it’s not!” Kaela exclaimed as she gritted her teeth.

“What are you guys doing?” The two siblings looked at the two children behind them. Kaela let Keith fall backwards, making Keith have a sore back and he glared at her. Kaela just put up a wide grin at him before she turned to the children.

“Oh, just trying to get your father to spend the time with your mother. You guys are going to help me and Uncle James with cooking all of the Christmas food.” Kaela said with a smile.

“Ooh, can we make a cake?” Kiara asked in excitement.

“Can we make a Christmas tree cake? Or gingerbread house?” Alfor asked as he saw Allura and James coming inside.

“What’s going on?” James asked.

“Babe, we are going to stay with the kids cooking our Christmas dinner and the cakes. Meanwhile Allura and Keith are going to spend their time alone.” Kaela winked at him.

“Oh, of course, I’ll help you, honey.” James smiled, agreeing to what Kaela is referring to. Keith could have sworn that his younger sister was planning on something with making Keith go on a Christmas date with Allura. Which he would love to go.

(~)

Allura got all dressed up with the kids were with James, Kaela and Keith outside of the house. Kosmo was watching over the kids on high alert. “You sure you guys can handle things here with the meals and everything?” Keith asked the new couple.

“I’m sure we can handle it. You two just go and have a date. Have fun as your sister was saying.” James said as he had his arm around Kaela’s waist.

“Alright. I am just making sure. And just to let you all know that the others will be here later tonight. So we’ll be back by 5pm. Got it?” Keith asked as he eyed his sister.

“Okay, clear as crystal. Now go and get your um, well, uh, butt out there.” Kaela said as she saw the kids coming over and hugging their father’s leg.

“Papa, have fun with Mama.” Alfor smiled.

“And be back soon.” Kiara smiled as Keith hugged both of his children with James and Kaela watching as they looked at the wonderful family in front of them.

“Okay, darling, I’m ready.” Allura called out to her husband as she wore a red and gold summer dress.

“W-Wow, you look beautiful.” Keith complimented with a loving smile as Allura smiled fondly at her husband. Allura said her goodbyes to the children as they prepared to go to the mall in the car.

As the husband and wife were gone. Kaela grinned and the two kids grinned as well. “Let’s get cooking!” Alfor exclaimed excitedly.

(~)

Keith drove all the way to the city and parked the car in the parking. Allura could see all kinds of Christmas decorations all over the place. Her face lit up every time she sees a sparkly decorative on the walls and on the windows.

“Oh, this place is magical! What do you call this place again?” Allura asked as she held onto Keith’s hand tightly.

“It’s called a shopping mall or market. It’s a place where you buy stuff you’d like to buy for Christmas.” Keith explained. “Or basically anything on any day.”

“Oh, I see. It is something familiar to Altea. And also in Zelza.” Allura said. “Maybe next Christmas we all should being the kids to her home planet.”

“Maybe, but she’s always busy for Christmas over there.” Keith reminded her.

“That’s right. Maybe next time.” Allura said with a warm smile. “Then we must not waste our time here. Let’s go!” She pulled Keith along the mall as they walked past shops.

They all went into the shops, thinking they could get something for their family and friends. Keith was thinking to give something to the kids while Allura was looking at the shiny figurines in a shop which Keith had to explain about the expensive breakable vases and jewellery.

Keith and Allura came across a gift shop for kids. Keith had found some books that he might read to his kids as well as Allura who had seen many toys they could play with, but as they gotten older, they are more leaning into reading more books, just like their Aunt Kaela.

Last Christmas, they all had a Christmas inside the house since everyone were busy during those times. It was just four of them celebrating for the summer holidays.

(~)

Kaela was finishing up cooking the delicious pasta with James helping the kids to bake the cake. She looked over at James who was seemingly having fun with the kids. He was a natural with them. She loved seeing the soft side from him.

She was wondering if she could have kids of her own. She wanted to have kids for so long, but she doesn’t even know if James would want to have kids. Maybe he isn’t ready yet? Or maybe he doesn’t want to have a family of his own?

“Auntie Kae-Kae, the pasta!” Alfor cried out to her. Kaela panicked as she turned off the stove before the pasta can be burnt. She checked it and it was saved in time.

“Babe, you okay?” James asked as he took over to cook.

“I’m fine. Just thinking of my brother and Allura. They should be getting here soon since the others are going to be here. And Hunk will be cooking more meals with me tonight for the Christmas dinner.” Kaela replied as she set up the table with her niece and nephew.

(~)

“Darling, you think this suits her? Kaela would love this.” Allura said to Keith who was looking at the item.

“I’m not really sure, Lu. I mean, she has lots of jewellery back in Zelza.” Keith said to his wife.

“Well, she should at least have a gift from the both of us along with the kids. She must have a gift.” Allura said. Keith smiled fondly and let her buy a Christmas gift for Kaela. Keith had already bought a Christmas gift for Allura, but he wants to give it to her after the Christmas dinner. After Kaela and James can take the kids with them to their apartment in the city.

Keith looked at the new fitted crown that was in the large black velvet box in his shopping bag. He looked over at Allura who was still looking for a gift for her new sister-in-law. She was looking at the necklace section and earring section.

She has been searching for the perfect present for Kaela for almost half an hour. “Allura, how about we take a break? Let’s go eat somewhere together then we can find a gift for Kaela.” Keith suggested as he held her hand.

“I suppose that is a good plan.” Allura smiled. “Let’s go!”

They both entered into a nice and quiet café with Keith ordering some food as Allura looked at the Christmas decorations all over the place. “This places looks wonderful darling.”

“Yes, it is. It’s Kaela’s suggestion for us to go to.” Keith said with a smile.

“Oh, well we have to thank her for that. This place looks beautiful. I love the chandelier and the candles.” Allura smiled cheerfully as she held her hands. “Oh it has been a while since we have been in such nice places.”

Keith smiled and held her hands tightly across the table with nice tea coming along on the table. “It is nice. I should let Kaela pick out some great places for us to spend time together.”

Allura giggled. “Yes, she should. Ironic that Kaela doesn’t live here, she managed to find great places for us for a perfect summer Christmas date.”

“Speaking of which, we should get home in an hour.” Keith said as he looked at the clock.

“Yes, the others will be there soon.” Allura said as she bite a piece of a cheesecake on the plate. “Should we check on them? Just to make sure?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Keith agreed as he got his phone out.

(~)

Kaela finished cooking the main meal and James let Hunk and Shay come inside the house with extra food. Lance was trying to help out in cooking some food until he had burnt the second batch of the cookies.

“LANCE! YOU IDIOT! YOU ARE DESTROYING THEIR KITCHEN!” Kaela shouted at Lance and punched him on the head.

“S-Sorry, I was trying to help!” Lance exclaimed as he rubbed his head.

“Oh, Keith is gonna kill me for this.” Kaela said as she saw the mess in the kitchen.

“And the cookies are burnt. You can cook pancakes well, Lance but not bake cookies well.” Pidge said as she patted him on the back. “You tried your best, honey.”

Hunk came in the rescue with the kids helping him and James said to Kaela that Keith is calling. She reluctantly take the phone and went upstairs in the spare room. “H-Hey, Keith, how’s your Christmas date?” Kaela asked.

“It’s going great. How’s everything over there?” Keith asked.

“It’s…. going great.” Kaela replied as she remembered that Lance tried to help with the cooking and spilled some sauce all over the floor. Then got the cookies all burnt that was meant for everyone to eat for dessert.

“You don’t seem very sure about it.” Keith said with Allura raising an eyebrow in confusion as she stopped sipping some cold chocolate shake. She gestured Keith to give her the phone.

“Kaela, are the kids alright?” Allura asked.

“Yup, they are alright. They are helping Hunk with the food. Hunk, Shay, Lance and Pidge are all here now.” Kaela replied.

“Oh that’s lovely. Is Krolia there?” Allura asked.

“Not yet. She says she might come late tonight.” Kaela replied as she went down stairs and saw that disaster broke loose with James trying to calm Lance down. Her eyes twitched as well as Pidge. “Uh, Lu, I’m gonna have to call you back, bye!”

(~)

Allura frowned and looked at Keith concernedly. “That was strange.”

“I’m sure everything’s fine.” Keith assured her. “Now we can enjoy our date before our Christmas dinner with the others.”

Allura smiled affectionately. “You’re right. I should be overly worried about this. She is Kaela. She can take care of things.” She put down the phone down and enjoyed her time with Keith in the café.

“She’d make a great mother someday.” Keith said with a smile.

“Hmm, judging by how she handle the kids, she would to.” Allura giggled.

Keith joined her as they both laughed. “When we were kids, Dad would tease her about being a mother one time in Christmas.”

“Oh, did you celebrate Christmas like how we are doing right now?” Allura asked in curiosity.

“No, not really. But one time it was hot, we played outside with the water hose to keep us cool from the heat. Pop would just bring some treats for us at the end of the day. Maybe, I can do that with the kids.” Keith smiled.

“Oh, Keith, they’ll have lots of fun!” Allura chimed as she clasped her hands together.

“Also, James had found a place where we all could have a double date for New Year’s.” Keith chuckled.

“Well, I am looking forward to that.” Allura said as she held his hand.

“Don’t you ever think we all could, well, next summer Christmas, we all could go to either Altea or Zelza to celebrate Christmas? I know that Kaela is busy during those times, but still, I would want our kids to have the most fun and adventurous Christmas every year.” Allura said.

Keith smiled lovingly and leaned over the table to kiss her on the lips passionately. “Of course. That sounds great.” Allura smiled as her eyes sparkled with love and blushed a little as they chatted more before going back home.

(~)

“That was an eventual Christmas cooking.” James grinned. Kaela smiled at him and shook her head. She must admit, it was fun to be with the Paladins during Christmas during the summer. It was nice for a change. And she finally got the family she always wanted to have after being captured by the Galra. And she was reunited with her best friend.

“Uh, here. I know you liked our old lockets broken. But I uh, kinda fixed it.” James as he gave her the purple and blue box to Kaela.

Kaela put the cloth down and opened the lid of the box, seeing their two lockets were shiny, brand new and fixed. “Wow, they are beautiful, Jim. Thank you.” Kaela thanked him with James putting his hands on her waist and he kissed her passionately on the lips. Kaela put the box down on the table and wrapped her arms around him.

“Auntie Kae-Kae and Uncle Jimmy sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” Kiara and Alfor sang as they giggled, making the couple broke apart from their moment.

“Okay, okay, now go to Grandma Krolia. We’ll be getting for dinner.” Kaela said as she got the food out. James grabbed the doors and saw Keith and Allura had returned from their Christmas date.

Keith looked over to the side and dropped the gifts on the floor seeing the mess in the kitchen. He turned to Lance and Kaela as they pointed at each other. Keith crossed his arms and scolded Lance and his younger sister for making a mess. But nonetheless, still helped cleaned.

Everyone cheered and laughed and sang Christmas songs. Keith and Allura opened their presents with their kids as they played with their new toys and read their new books. Kaela had spent the time to make an album for them. She painted the album book for them and added elemental runes on the cover of the book. Lance put some seashells on it along with handmade puppets of the Voltron Lions.

They all had their dinner outside of the Kogane house with the night sky shining and sparkling. Hunk was setting up the fireworks with Lance. The kids were watching in curiosity with Kaela keeping an eye on them.

Then up in the air, fireworks popped in the night sky with the spirits glowing in the sky. Keith wrapped his arms around Allura’s shoulders, and they kissed under the night sky. Their kids were cheering as they saw many colours in the sky. It was their best Christmas, spending time with their family for the Summer holidays.

“Best Summer Christmas?” Keith whispered to his wife as he kissed her temple.

“Mm, the very best, darling.” Allura replied with a loving kiss on the lips and watched the fireworks together with their kids.

#kallura #voltron the legendary defender #kallurasecretsanta2019 #fanfiction #my own writing #family #family christmas

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blackevermore · 5 years

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Falling

[ Zair x Kurt Wagner ]

Summary: At its basic Zair falls off a roof and Kurt saves her.... (I was trying to follow a prompt and failed. I’ll get it next time)

Genre: fluff honestly

Warning(s): Language

Word count: 3,682

A/N: Sorry if this sucks ass I haven’t had time to sit and write and this was meant to break my block ;w; I promise I’m not this bad.

"So you're telling me you haven't played around with his powers yet?" Peter asked, running circles around Zair as she tried to get to the front of the school. They had just finished outside training with the other trainees and teachers, and Zair needed a nap. Hank had singled her out to be a defence against short-range attack since she developed her powers to hold two mutations at once. While it was great skill development for both competitors, it was body draining on her part. Even with her personal training of being able to handle to combine and use different mutation, she still couldn't fight for more than thirty minutes. It also sucked when Hank put Zair up against Peter, who by the way was more annoying on the battlefield.

"No, I haven't, I don't really play around with other people's powers." Zair unzipped her jacket to allow the air to flow over her to cool down. The last power she used was a fire type, and it left her feeling like she was walking next to the sun.

"But that's like the whole point of your power," Peter sped to stand in front of her causing her to stumble back a bit. "You're such a party pooper Zair. If I had your power, I would do amazing things!" Peter threw his hands up to do jazzy fingers, and Zair stared at him blankly. She couldn't remember how they became friends, but she was sure it had something to do with taco Tuesday heist two years ago.

"Peter you can barley use your own power without eating every 5 minutes." Zair pushed around him and continued into the building.

"I'm a growing boy Zair! Growing boys need to eat!" As Peter yelled towards her, the other group of a student caught up with Hank in front. Hank shot him a look and Peter returned a goofy grin which made the younger students behind Hank swoon.

"Could you not yell crazy things out loud?" Hank crossed his arms, leaning to the side clearly unimpressed. Peter only shrugged before blowing a kiss to his fangirls and speeding into the building.

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"Heya Black Magic, wake up!" Zair stirred from her bed and rolled over to the voice above her. Her dorm mate Em was hover right above her lounging black clouds.

"Black Magic?" Zair blinked a few times as she searched for her glasses beside her. Once they were on, she looked towards Em, who only nodded and crossed her arms behind her back. The clouds moved Em from above Zair to the side so the girl could sit up.

"Ya know because your skin turns black when you overheat and magic because ya magical." Em wiggled her fingers in the air. She was clearly high off her ass again, which was typical of her, Zair was so used to it, yet it always made her laugh. Zair chuckled and nodded in approve of the name. "Anyway, are you still coming to the roof tonight to watch the light show the freshmen are putting on?"

"Oh yeah that is today, isn't it. Um yeah, I'm still coming, but I might be a bit late. I have homework to still do that I've been putting off and Miss Raven is not happy about. Zair rubbed the back of her neck as a phantom ache crept up from her shoulder. The aftershock of the hit she took from Peter was still taking its toll on her.

"Oh damn that history report! I still haven't done mine, I haven't even picked a topic yet." The clouds under Em quickly evaporated, which made the girl fall straight to the floor. Zair shot up to help her but Em held up a hand to tell her she was alright.

"It's due in two days." Zair sat back down on her bed, double-checking over Em who slowly got off the floor, god the girl was going to give Zair a heart attack.

"Yeah, I know. I'll get it done somehow." Em said, smiling weakly in an attempt to ensure Zair all was well. Zair nodded and looked down to her feet under her bed. She should really start on finishing her project so she could get to the light show on time. Just then, the sound of teleportation filled the room before the sour smell of sulfur followed behind it. Zair held her nose and quickly opened the window to let the smell out.

"Dear god Kurt! Don't bamf into small places, man! You'll kill someone one day." Em coughed trying to wave the blue smoke out of her face. Kurt went wide-eyed, he started his long ramble of apologetic cries as he tried to air out the room as well with his tail.

"I'm very sorry, Emma." Kurt worryingly smiled.

"Yeah it cool, just use the damn door next time. You aren't even allowed to be in here."

"I know, but I had to talk to Zair and I just couldn't wait." Kurt turned to his girlfriend with confidence that quickly faded with him becoming bashful. Zair turned from hanging out the window and walked over to him.

"What's up blueberry?"

"Liebling I was wondering if you will come to the light show with me tonight?" Kurt's eyes lit up with hopes that she would say yes. Of course she would say yes, but it never failed to amaze her that Kurt could still doubt their relationship thinking she turn him down. They've been dating for a year now and every time Kurt wanted to ask Zair out for a date or a gather he always got cold on his feet in fear of rejection. She understood why due to his very unfortunate past. Kurt was strong, he had it be, however deep down he was still that little kid wondering why he was called the devil so often.

"Kurt, who else was I going to go with?" Zair's shoulders dropped with a sigh and smile. Kurt perked up with happiness; his tail swayed excessively behind him like a cat almost hitting Em. Em reached out to catch the tail and pull it to get him to calm down. Kurt gasped and bamfed away and came back to stand behind Zair. Em rolled her eyes and walked to the door to leave.

"I catch you later Zairla, Peter agreed to make brownies for tonight, so I need to go make sure he doesn't trick Scott into spiking them. Later!" Em waved as she left, leaving the couple alone in the room by themselves. This was clearly a setup to give them alone time, and Zair wasn't too sure if she was okay with that or not. It's not that they haven't been alone before, of course they have, just not in a dorm together. Zair could feel her face starting to heat up as she thought of Em's intentions. Nothing was going to happen! Nothing ever did, yet Em and the gang always thought something did. Zair felt her chest rising and falling faster than before. She needed to calm down so her body wouldn't react. Just then, Kurt reached down and took her hand into his to get her attention. Zair turned around to look up to him but caught sight of her now blue hand and yanked it away. Kurt giggled and retook it, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

"Your a blue as me," Kurt's voice was sweet and lower, his accent sounded heavenly as he spoke to Zair.

"Yeah well, I can't help it." Zair lowered her eyes, trying to avoid him as best as she could. With how close they were nothing could calm her down or turn her back to normal. Kurt leaned in to kiss the top of her head as a bit of comfort.

"You're beautiful."

"So are you."

"But blue looks a lot better on you." Kurt nuzzled into her hair smiling. Zair rolled her eyes as she put space between them and kissing his cheek before pulling away completely.

"Okay blueberry babe I got homework to do. With you here, I won't do it, and I really don't want Raven making me run for an hour like she did Rhia when she snuck Parker in." Zair sat down on her bed now with her laptop and books beside her.

"Ja, I also don't want to get caught in the girl's dorm....again." Zair eyes shot up at the memory but before she could retaliate Kurt was waving and teleporting out of the room. Zair puffed out her cheeks in defeat at how embarrassing that event was. Kurt had a nightmare and came to Zair believing that if he stayed for a moment, he would feel better. Instead, they both ended up asleep on top of each other. It was a sweet moment together, but total hell when Professor had them both in his office the next day scolding them.

~~~

Outside Zair's window, the sun was slowly sliding down beyond the horizon. She had just finished the last bit of her history report and was backing away her laptop and books when a knock came across her door. She walked over and twisted the nob expecting Em to be standing-or floating on the other side. Instead, Peter stood leaning against the door.

"Hey Black Magic ready for the light show?" He managed to say through thick chunks of brownie hanging out his mouth. Zair scrunched up her nose in disgust, trying her hardest to not be as disappointed in his lack of manners.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Where's the rest of the gang?"

"Fighting with the juniors on who gets to sit on the roof. If we go now, I can zip us past all that and find us a private spot." Peter winked playfully, and Zair shook her head. It was their thing to playfully flirt, even before she dated Kurt that's how she and Peter bonded. Peter finger gunned and moved out the way for Zair to move into the hallway and lock her dorm room door. They started towards the third set of stairs that went up to the attic.

"Come on Zair Bar, race me." Peter sang as he sped up and slowed down beside her.

"Peter, I told you I don't play with people's powers unless they give me permission to explore them." Zair stopped walking and turned around to face Peter. Somewhere between her talking and turning around, he managed to run off and get a snack and come back. After he shoved it in his mouth like an animal and swallowed, he wiped the back of his mouth with his hand and gave her a goofy smile. He then reached above his head to grab his goggles and slid them down over his eyes. Zair knew what that means, so she bent down to make sure her shoes were as tight as they possibly could be. She rose back up and took a deep breath to activate her powers. Within seconds, her fingers turned black, which meant her DNA had changed, and she was ready to play every speed game Peter had available.

"Zairla," Peter said. "You have my permission to race me and lose."

"Game-" she couldn't even finish as a gust of when flew right past her and up the stairs. Zarlia yelled a quick 'no fair!' before taking off and catching up to Peter. They were neck and neck when they noticed they were climbing over their friends who were still fighting with the juniors. Zairla couldn't help but crack a smile at how fun it was to be moving faster than time, so fast that everything froze and the world was at your mercy. No wonder Peter had a bad habit of having sticky fingers. How could you not? Once they were over their friends and into the attic, they raced to the windows that were open and onto the roof.

"I won!" Peter shouted, falling to his ass as he proclaimed his victory.

"Won? Won where? I won!" Zair commented. She was ultimately out of breath once reality caught up with her. Her lungs felt like they were on fire and her skin couldn't figure out if it wanted a hot sweat or a cold. She sat down next to Peter and punched his shoulder to shut him up.

"Well, considering you're panting like a dog? I won, I can handle it, maybe if someone actually played with their powers, they wouldn't be dying from an asthma attack."

"Suck my di-"

"Guys! How did you get up here before us?!" Bea, Zair's water bending friend, called out from the window behind them.

"She finally raced me and lost!" Peter answered.

"Shut up, Peter!" The words were taken right out of Zairla's mouth as a very annoyed Kel march over and fell straight into his lap. Kel was Peter's short tempted girlfriend that was continually telling him to shut up. Zair couldn't figure out why or how they got together, but she was happy for her friends.

"Zair!" Zair turned her head to call of her name and came face to face with Kurt. He looked a bit upset to see her there with Peter. "You already came up?"

"I-" Zair turned towards Peter ready to throw a punch.

"Don't worry I got you," Kel said, holding up and hand before turning and punching Peter in the chest. "You made her race you on purpose you ass."

"Oh yeah, you were gonna walk her up, my bad man!" Peter laughed off the hit, and the sour looks both of the girls came him. Zair took Kurt's hand into hers and pulled him down to sit next to her so she could curl up next to him.

"Sorry, I allowed that dick to distract me, we can burn his twinkies later if it makes you feel better?" Zair apologized, trying to kiss his cheek but ended up on the tip of his ear. Kurt's tail wrapped around her waist and he nodded, turning his head to actually capture her lips. They didn't fully kiss often, due to school rules which they tried to follow as best as they could. Whenever they found themselves alone with the chance to, they always took it. Zair was surprised to learn that Kurt liked kisses mored than she ever could and always stole one before teleporting away.

"Wunderbar," Kurt whispered nuzzling into Zair hair. Soon the freshman came over the loudspeakers placed around the lawn to announce they were ready to start. Every two months each grade had to present something for an art grade. Two months ago the Sophomores did glass paintings in the windows which was cool and all until Scott shot one out on accident.

The freshman started with fireworks that were hand made. One student would throw a bag into the air, and another student who had the power to create energy arrows shot them. Big explosions of colours took over the sky and lit up the whole school. Zair clapped along with everyone else in amazement that the freshmen were able to put this together. Nothing against them, she knew how she was as a freshman, but when they put their mind towards something it really paid off. While the two students did the fireworks, another pair of student fly into the air with their powers activated covering their whole body in different colours. It was the star twins that had just enrolled in the school. They did dance around the sky leaving behind light trails behind them. They finished up their dance routine with drawing a giant x-men symbol in the air. The next set of students were a girl blowing bubbles from her mouth and another girl blowing smoke into the bubbles. When they got high enough above the school they would burst and glitter like shimmer fell back to the ground. Zair held up her hand as some of the glitters fell right above her. When she brought it down to look like it shimmered then disappeared.

"I swear they are so creative," Zair whispered to Kurt who was more into looking at how beautiful she looked as the lights bounced off of her skin. He snapped out of it when he saw her staring back at him.

"Ja, ja they are." Kurt quickly answered and continue to look at his darling. Zair noticed his eyes but pretended not to as she turned back to the sky. The show was coming to an end after a few more students showed off their powers. Finally, the grand finale was the firework group and the star twins. The arrow kid was going to shot five arrows at once, and the star twins were going to attach their powers to the arrows to make them start changing colours before hitting the bags. As the same time, the bags would be in bubbles filled with the glitter like power and when it got hit the sky would shimmer with 'stars'. It sounds impressive; however, Zair and her friends became very doubtful that it would work.

"I think we should go before this becomes a mess and Ororo makes it rain," Em said floating above the gang on her clouds.

"Oh god, I just did my hair. I don't fucking need this." Kel said getting off of Peter's lap and stretching. Zair agreed as she got to her feet and helped Kurt up.

"I'll stay and let you know how it went," Bea called over her shoulder as the gang went to the window. When Em tugged on the window it didn't move, she tried a few more times and still the same. Peter tried the window next to it but the same thing happened. After checking all the windows on their side of the roof, it was clear that the angry juniors had locked them out.

"We can break it?" Peter offered already aiming up to take out the glass.

"Nah man, if we do that they'll tell and I'm not trying to be working side jobs this winter to fix one window." Em replied, crossing her arms and thinking for a moment.

"I'll get it," Kurt called over his friends and was gone in an instance reappearing in the attic undoing the locks. Everyone thanked him and started to climb through. Zair was the last in the line and looked back just to see if the students had started the finale yet. When there was still a wait, she shrugged and started to climb back through the window. For some reason, Zair misstepped and fell back on her leg, still hanging out the window. Instead of just landing on her but and stopping, she curled up on herself and started falling down the roof. Everyone gasped and tried to get back out the window to catch her but couldn't.

"Bea catch her!" Em yelled out, but it was too last and Zarla fell right into Bea who started rolling too. Bea was able to catch herself before she got too far down, but that also meant not getting a grip on Zair.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion the way Zair hit the edge and went over. She had finally stopped rolling, but now she was falling, and her fear made her unable to move. She had to do something, but she couldn't fell anything. She heard the loud gasp from the kids below her, so she closed her eyes and prepared for impact.

"I got you." Kurt's arm wrapped around her quickly and felt the internal pull of force warping around her. It was a quick invert feeling of travelling through space and time. She only bamfed once, and it always made her head hurt from the rapid change in temperatures as they travelled through a place in hell and then back to earth. When they came back from the cloud of sulfur, they were standing on the roof again.

"Are you okay?" Kurt worried voice snapped Zair out of her panicked enough to answer him with a nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine just shook up a bit." She answered him, gripping onto his shirt for dear life.

"Miss Zairla! Are you okay?" The professor yelled up from the ground below.

"Yeah! I'm good!" Every on the ground gave a harmonized sigh of relief.

"From now on the roofs are completely off-limits. All of you must join us on the ground if there are ever to be outdoor events. Good Job, Kurt." The professor shouted then signalled for the freshmen to finish up their show. Zair looked up to the sky and watched as the grand finale got into action, they pulled it off, and just then the whole yard lit up in white light as the glittered mimicked the stars.

"Kurt?" Zair turned back towards Kurt, who now has his tailed wrapped up her leg and arms tightly across her back. He was refuse to let go as long as they stood there.

"Ja?"

"Teach me to teleport. I need to be able to catch myself if that ever happens again." Zair sighed and gripped his shirt tighter. She wasn't afraid of heights, but the act of falling always made her sick to her stomach.

"You won't need it, I'll always be there to catch you." Kurt used one of his fingers to pull her chin up to have her look at him. "You'll never fall without me." Zair smiled but dropped it and shook her head.

"But when your not able to I need to be able to use your powers a lot more than turning blue. Please teach me." Zair whispered the last bit in hopes he wouldn't turn her down. The look in Kurt's eyes told her he was fighting back a no, wanting to insist that he would always be there but he knew that he wouldn't, not always.

"Okay, I will."

"Thank you." Zair stood on her toes to kiss him and Kurt bent down to meet her half away.

#my blueberry #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #s/i x canon #self ship #Self Insert #f/o #fictional other #my writing #failed prompt #I'm sorry #asdfghjkl

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headoverhiddles · 7 years

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Hide And Seek [Pre-Canon Losers Club & Georgie Fic]

At the Denbrough residence on a rainy Saturday afternoon, Georgie plays hide and seek with his brother and his brother's friends.

A/N: This takes place the day before Georgie’s disappearance :( it’s not sad though, I swear! Just a lot of brotherly feels, fluff with the pure bean, Reddie, and Stenbrough.

Ksshht. "This is B-Bill to G-G-Georgie."

The seven year old slotted his knees closer to his chest in the closet, digging out his radio.

Ksshht. "This is Georgie. Over!" he whispered. It was Saturday in October, and all of Bill's friends were there. Georgie would have invited his other three friends, but Jeremy was in Florida with his aunt for the week, Christopher had the flu, and Timmy had his grandmother over to visit. He was fine with it, though. He loved hanging out with Billy's friends; it made him feel big.

Thunder boomed outside as rain pattered against the roof, and he curled in on himself a little more. Just thunder-- just thunder.

Bill smiled a little at his younger brother's attempt to keep his position a secret with a low voice, but quickly got back to business, clearing the smile off his face. "Y-you're being safe, right? I don't want you h-hiding under the s-s-stairs or in the attic, w-where stuff could f-fall on you, and-"

"Of course I'm being safe, Billy," Georgie whispered, not mentioning to his big brother that he was, in fact, hiding in the attic. He then gasped, tucking his radio away again. He could hear footsteps.

"I swear I saw him run up here," Richie said, scratching his head. Georgie could see through the crack of the closet door that he came in with a flashlight, illuminating the scary corner of the attic. Eddie came in, looked up at the ceiling, and cringed, shaking his puffer and taking an anxious puff of it.

"Look at all these gross cobwebs. Let's get out of here Richie, and try searching the kitchen again."

"Stan's already searching the kitchen with Bill..." Richie said absently, "Plus, we don't walk in on them swapping spit."

Eddie pursed his lips in disgust. "In the kitchen? God, that's so fuckin' unsanitary...."

"What, you mean you wouldn't wanna do it with me?" Richie teased, making kissy lips, and Eddie pushed his friend so hard he went flying into a dusty old cabinet.

"Geez, for such a little guy, you're strong," Richie muttered, brushing himself off. Then he got an idea; he began knocking along the wallpaper. "Georgie!" Eddie glared at him, crossing his arms.

"What do you think he did, genius, brick himself up in the walls?" Richie looked back at the smaller boy, and gave a sheepish shrug.

"Georgie's really good at hiding," Richie whispered, pushing up his glasses. Inside the closet, Georgie grinned. One time when they were playing hide and seek, it took everyone two hours to find him-- the only reason they did was Bill got worried and told him to come out or he would tell mom and dad.

Downstairs, Stan was looking around with Bill.

"Where is he?" Stan wondered, looking under the tablecloth.

"G-Georgie was always good at hiding," Bill replied, and jumped a little as a crack of thunder went off outside. Out of curiosity, he checked behind the curtains-- no, Georgie was smarter than that, the curtains were too easy.

"You already look worried," Stan smiled a little, bumping shoulders with Bill. Bill blushed a little.

"I-I just like knowing w-where he is, you know? I d-don't know what I'd d-do if something h-happened to him."

Stan nodded. "I'm an only child, so I can't really relate. But Georgie's a cute kid, and I don't want anything to happen to him either."

Richie and Eddie entered the kitchen.

"Every. Single. Room," Richie announced, clenching his jaw, "EVERY ROOM!"

"Still n-no sign of him?" Bill grinned.

"Nope," Eddie shook his head, "We're stumped." Bill went over all the places his little brother would hide in his mind-- his room would be too obvious. Bill's room was too messy to get around anything to hide. The living room didn't have enough good spots. The dining room was too well-lit, but there was no way in hell Georgie would hide in the cellar for the darkness-- he was scared stiff of it. Bill used to be too, when he was younger. Now, he understood the glowing eyes were just light bulbs, and the creaking he heard was just from upstairs.

Aha! Upstairs. He suddenly knew exactly where Georgie had hidden.

Ksshht. "Come on down, we've got cookies! Over."

"He's not gonna fall for that," Stan whispered.

Upstairs in the attic, Georgie emerged from his hiding spot. Cookies... his stomach rumbled. He supposed if they were all giving up, it was the same as winning, so it was okay to come out.

As he closed the closet door and turned though, something caught his eye. Just outside the window, something red floated by. Georgie walked over to look, but all he saw was the rain cascading down the glass in never-ending rivulets, and the glow of the house across the street.

Turning around again, Georgie stopped. In the dark, scary corner of the room, he saw a red balloon floating. He couldn't remember seeing it there before, so Richie or Eddie couldn't have brought it up, could they? The little boy looked at it for a moment, before rubbing his eyes. This time when he opened them, the balloon was being held between two white gloved fingers.

"I'm brave, I'm brave, I'm brave," Georgie whispered to himself. He swallowed, closing his eyes and rubbing them one more time.

The balloon was gone, just as quickly as it had appeared.

He walked backward, biting his lip, and hurried down the stairs. It wasn't real, just like the eyes in the cellar weren't real. Bill was brave. He could be brave, just like Bill.

Everyone downstairs was silent, until they all heard thumping coming down the stairs.

"Cookies?"

They turned to see Georgie in his grey sweater, poking his head around the corner. Bill laughed, and opened his arms, letting Georgie run to him and give him a hug.

He seemed so happy... so content, as though he didn't have a care in the world. And why should he? He was a seven year old, just gone back to school for second grade. All the teachers loved him-- Bill was always so proud of Georgie when he came home with a report card full of As. Bill was never as smart as Georgie when it came to school stuff-- he was more creative, and liked drawing, but his favourite was writing, because when he wrote stories, he didn't have to stutter them out.

Georgie never minded Bill's stutter, though. He never said anything about it, and never tried to rush him as he spoke-- Henry Bowers and his gang brought it up with him, calling Georgie "Bu-bu-Bill's bu-bu-brother!" and names like that at school, but Georgie never seemed phased by it.

Bill's fists curled as he thought of the Bowers group. If they ever laid a hand on Georgie, he'd...

He let himself calm down, and directed his attention back to the smiling boy in front of him. "I thought told you not to hide in the attic," he said, and Georgie looked down, kicking his foot against a misplaced tile in the kitchen floor.

"You'd find me if I didn't..."

"Would that really be so bad?" Richie groaned, rubbing his back dramatically like an aching 80-year-old.

"You did good, George," Stan said, rubbing Georgie's hair. The boy smiled, and Eddie passed him the cookie jar, not before pocketing a few to win good favour with his mom upon returning home later.

"Stanley?" Georgie asked, munching on a cookie. Eddie brushed the crumbs off the boy's sweater as Stan answered.

"Mhmm?"

"Why were you and my brother taking each other's spit?"

Stan choked, and Bill covered his mouth, starting to cough. They both looked at each other with deep blushes, before knowing looks passed over their faces.

"Richie," they both said.

"What?!" Richie put his hands up, "I didn't know the little fu- uh, the little guy could hear me!"

"Your brother and I weren't, um... taking each other's spit," Stan explained, "Don't listen to Richie, he doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Is it a thing you do when you like someone?" Georgie pressed on, "Like mom and dad, when they put their lips together and suck on each other's faces?"

Richie burst out laughing, and Stan went an even deeper red, turning to Richie with murder in his eyes. Richie went to hide behind Eddie, who swallowed.

"Y-yeah, you could s-say that," Bill explained, "b-but Stan and I... aren't... w-well, we h-haven't -- um..."

Saved by the thunderstorm, a crack of lightning illuminated the dark mid afternoon sky, and Georgie hid behind the closest Loser there was, who happened to be Eddie.

"Why is everyone hiding behind me?" the smallest of the lot cried, "I'm a wimp!"

"You are not a wimp, Eddie Kaspbrak," Richie challenged, crossing his arms.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie challenged back, jutting out his chin as he faced Richie, "How do you figure?"

"Well, you braved the dangers of the attic of doom with me, Eddie the Explorah!" he replied, grabbing Eddie and slinging an arm around his neck as he fell into his British voice, "You fought your way through the den of evil, slaying cobwebs and holding your head high, my good man!"

"You should really be on a comedy television broadcast, wise guy," Eddie muttered back, "And don't call me Eds. I hate it when you call me that." Of course, he couldn't help the slight smile on his face Richie always gave him, because he did not, in reality, hate it that much when Richie did that.

More thunder crackled, and the power flickered.

"Billy, how long will the storm last?" Georgie asked nervously. He was already a little shaken by the incident in the attic, and the noises weren't helping. Bill looked out the window. It was pouring rain, and the sky periodically lit up with more lightning, though it was father away each time.

"It's supposed to s-s-storm for the next three days before clearing up," he told Georgie. "It's a b-bad one too. I took out the t-trash this morning, and I c-can already f-feel a cold coming on."

"You can?" Eddie asked, backing up away from him. Bill rolled his eyes.

"I s-said coming on, Eddie, I'm n-not sick yet." Eddie gulped, and felt around for some pills just in case. "J-just to be s-safe though, I'd s-stay in for the w-weekend."

"But I wanted to make a boat with you and float it down the river, remember Billy?" Georgie asked, tugging on his sleeve. Bill remembered. He remembered Georgie's hopeful eyes when he had asked, and how excited he had been when he had promised his little brother they'd make a paper boat the next time it rained and float it together.

"W-well... if it's n-not too bad tomorrow, m-maybe we can do it. B-but it's t-too dangerous to go to the b-b-barrens when the w-water's this high... we can just f-float it down the street, okay?"

"Okay," Georgie grinned, hopping up on a chair and taking another cookie.

"That's enough sugar for you," Bill added, taking the jar away. Georgie pouted, but Richie stole a cookie from Eddie's pocket, giving it to him.

"Hey, you guys wanna s-stay for d-dinner?" Bill asked his friends, "M-Mom and D-Dad won't be home until real late, and they left m-money for p-p-pizza."

"P-p-pizza? Who am I to refuse such temptation, Billy boy?" Richie asked, flopping onto the couch.

"I'll have to ask my mom, but... well, I'm sure it'll be fine," Eddie smiled a little.

"I kind of have to study for my bar mitzvah reading..." Stan began, but once Bill turned to him and he was looking his friend in the eyes, he stumbled. "That is... um, I meant to say, I have to do that tomorrow. I'm totally free tonight, sure."

(Besides... it's not like he wanted to go anywhere near that creepy flute lady painting in his dad's office that night anyway; especially not at night during the storm.)

"Yay! A pizza party!" Georgie grinned, and went to get up on the stool to wash his hands. Bill got on the phone with the pizza place, and shouted over his shoulder to ask what kind everyone wanted.

"Hawaiian!" Stan called.

"Without the pineapples!" Eddie added.

"Yeah, fuck the pineapples," Richie agreed, pushing up his glasses. Bill nodded. At least everyone could agree on that.

A little later as they ate, they switched on the TV, which was on some strange kid's show with a lady and a bunch of children singing nursery rhymes about sewers or something. Richie did a funny impression of her-- it got a little inappropriate, and they had to stop him with a 'beep beep' before Georgie started asking anymore questions.

As the Denbroughs were still out doing whatever adults in Derry did on Saturday nights, they settled on a comedy show that Richie loved and had his eyes trained on, and Eddie was laying against his shoulder, playing with the buttons on Richie's pocket as they watched together. Stan sat beside Bill, stealing glances over every now and then, as the TV flickered images over them to illuminate Georgie, where he had his head in Bill's lap. He was sleeping soundly to the sound of the rain and the laugh track on television, little body rising and falling evenly.

Bill looked down and sniffled a little, stroking Georgie's sandy hair away from his eyes, and found himself looking forward to going with his little brother the next day to float the S.S. Georgie... if this damn cold cleared up by morning.

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littlenancydrewthings · 7 years

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#cluecrewquestionnaire

No one tagged me but I want to do it sooooo

rules: copy and paste, answer the questions, tag 10 people to do the same!

1. What is your favorite Nancy Drew game and why?

ASH 5ever, for reasons I’ve already subjected you to endless gushing about over the years. SHA, because I’m from/in soulmates with the Southwest (the same part of Arizona, actually) and the game captures it perfectly, and is perfect in every other way. MHM, because you can’t beat a quintessential haunted Victorian, and for nostalgia reasons mentioned below.

2. Have you played all 32 games in the series? If not, which ones haven’t you played? If yes, which one did you play first?

All except the original Secrets Can Kill. My first was MHM in 2001. I’d read some of the books, and I’ve always been intensely obsessed with ghosts and mysteries in general, so the title and cover caught my eye at the store. The screenshots in the fold-out cover with their eerie captions captured my imagination. After that it was all I could think about. I talked about it every day for weeks, until eventually I came home from playing and found it sitting on my bed. We couldn’t afford it and I didn’t really expect to get it, so I was beyond excited. Playing in the dark that night was magical. Now I hunt ghosts in Gettysburg with access to an endless supply of haunted houses, but the Golden Gardenia is my favorite.

3. What is your favorite quote from any character in the series?

“It’ll be brief, painful, and full of garbage, but that’s life, isn’t it?” “It’s good to know you’re keeping the mean streets of Pancake City free from crime!” Everything Alexei says.

4. If you could change the ending to any game, which one would it be (no spoilers, though)?

The Silent Spy would have a satisfying ending that did justice to the deep and complex story it had up until then, instead of the rushed, haphazard nonsense we got.

5. Which game is your least favorite, and why?

MED is possibly the absolute worst, for too many reasons to unpack in a paragraph.

6. Which character is your favorite? Why?

do I even need to say it

7. Which character is your least favorite? Why?

Rick Arlen and Tino Balducci. I’ve had to deal with so many of that brand of sleazebag in real life, they make my blood boil. Not in a good way, like how Toni Scallari and Brenda Carlton are entertaining to interact with while being horribly repugnant.

8. How do you feel about the whole Nancy/Ned vs. Nancy/Frank situation? Do you ship her with someone else? Who, and why?

I don’t think Nancy is particularly interested in either of them, or in settling down at all. To be honest, I like the idea of Nancy casually hooking up with hot people she meets on cases, then dashing. I’m especially fond of the idea of her and Zoe having an ongoing rivals-with-benefits thing.

9. Do you have any fun headcanons about any of the games or characters?

Until we met him in person, I used to headcanon that the reason we could never quite catch up with Sonny Joon was because he was on the space station. Jamila blogs about classic sci-fi. My crack headcanon about Alexei being a serial killer is a running joke among my entire household. And in my mind, practically every character is queer.

10. If you could visit any of the game locations, which ones and why?

Japan is my #1 travel goal, so the Ryokan Hiei would be first. I would love to be in Nancy’s shoes when there are no other guests left and she has the whole place to herself. Iceland is my #2 travel goal. I’d own the Golden Gardenia, because it ticks every box on my ultimate fantasy home checklist. I'd spend a couple days at Thornton Hall with my ghost hunting squad. I’d deliberately book a room at Wickford Castle when there was a snowstorm forecast, and do exactly what you do in the game. Shadow Ranch, because out in the middle of the Southwest desert is my place. Alexei’s shop, where we would complain for hours while I bought everything in sight.

11. Did you read any of the original Nancy Drew books? If yes, do you like them? If no, would you consider reading one?

Yeah, I started reading them shortly before I discovered the games. They have that old-fashioned charm, and I enjoy the detailed descriptions of Nancy’s outfits and Hannah’s meals. But they’re also super formulaic and frequently racist. Most of my favorite books are more recent. I particularly love Lights, Camera... and the sequel Action! They’re begging to be adapted for a game.

12. What is one thing any good detective can’t live without?

I’m gonna copy and paste what @nancydrewcomplex said, because it’s on point... “A smartphone for taking notes, allowing friends to find your location when you are inevitably kidnapped or entombed, social media stalking your suspects, some quick research, and most importantly the camera for swiftly taking pictures of evidence and journal pages and things you otherwise can’t risk taking the time to read at that very moment.”

13. Which game had the best soundtrack?

CLK’s use of the 1930s sound is 👌👌👌 FIN's music couldn’t be more perfect for a darkened historic theater. It’s mysterious, magical and haunting, like remnants of the music that played in the theater during its 1910s heyday. I love how CAR has carousel music not just on the ride itself, but worked into the many of the songs. Sometimes it’s creepy, sometimes dreamy, like the ballroom theme, which evokes ghostly ladies and gentlemen waltzing around the haunted house that was once the Galaxy Ballroom. And of course, MHM’s soundtrack is a classic. It captures the feeling that the mansion is an isolated bubble of its own history and secrets, unconcerned with the world passing by outside. I love that each room has its own theme, like characters, from the eerily faded saloon music in the basement to the Chinese room to the dark, forgotten sound of the attic.

14. What is one thing you wish HER would’ve included in any of the games (a conversation, interaction, location, feature, etc)?

More recurring characters. So many of them are way too great to only use once. Also more background on everyone. A big part of the reason I love Alexei so much is that he’s one of the few characters we get extensive background details on.

15. Do you have any ideas for a future game? What is it?

Tons! I’ve posted a couple, with plans for many more.

16. How long does it take you to finish a game from start to finish?

Depending on how many times I’ve played it, anywhere from two to eight hours. Hard to fathom now that my first playthrough of MHM took months. I didn’t yet have the internet to find a walkthrough and would put it aside for awhile when I got really stuck.

17. Did any of the games scare you? If yes, which ones? If no, why?

My first time playing MHM, the “I see you” on the stairs scared me so bad that I never used those stairs again, I took the creaky ones every time. The dog attack in Ghost Dogs scared me to death as a kid. Being outside when the howling started and Red saying “get back in the house” was super effective. It’s hard to scare me anymore, yet I dread going near the burned out ruins in GTH. The bad vibes are so oppressive it’s like static electricity.

18. Why did you join the Nancy Drew fandom here on tumblr?

I didn’t know there was one when I started this blog. I’d seen other “_______ things” blogs and kept thinking of Nancy Drew things. I doubted there were any other serious fans, let alone adults, but figured I’d make the blog anyway if only for my own enjoyment. I was thrilled to hit 20 followers. I was totally blindsided by how fast it took off. I’m continuously grateful and amazed by how good my experience of this fandom has been.

19. What is your favorite Nancy Drew joke (from in-game or even floating around the internet)?

I get a kick out of how SPY is the Ascended Meme game. I did not expect how feelsy they managed to make the horse shirt.

20. Who is someone in the clue crew you’ve always wanted to get to know?

Everyone I used to follow has left :’(

21. What are three unpopular opinions you hold about the games?

Ned is annoying and bland af. I don’t mind Fox and Geese. I’m okay with Nancy getting a new voice actress (not that we’ll ever hear her).

22. Do you have any fun theories about any of the games?

I know the dates don’t line up, but I love the theory about Lizzie Applegate and Diego Valdez being Frances and Dirk under new identities. The prop lady is Nancy as an old lady, which is why the prop room is full of souvenirs from her cases. Aunt Eloise writes about Nancy’s adventures under the pen name Carolyn Keene, hence the box of yellow-spined books in her house.

23. Who was your favorite animal character featured in the games?

Iggy with his tiny outfits >w<

24. Do other people in your life know about your love for Nancy Drew?

To know me is to know about it. It’s too important to keep on the DL. And I’ve gotten all my siblings and even an in-law into it, so no one’s judging.

25. How long have you been playing these games?

Since 2001, when I was nine.

Anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!

#nancy drew #cluecrewquestionnaire #personal

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onlyjihoons · 7 years

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boyfriend!jaehyun

ask: I'm in love with boyfriend!haechan so can you do the same with Jaehyun and/or Mark and/or Ten (depending on how busy you are)? Please 💕 and thanks ❤ -anon friend

omg im so so so thankful you liked my bf!donghyuck au ahhh and i’m really sorry this took so long because it was the chinese new year holidays and i was visiting my friends and family and on top of that, schoolwork has been piling up since the common tests are coming up real soon,, i cri ;-; but my ask box is always open because after my homework is done i usually think of plots for my asks hehe ok im ranting too much

pls give casper/jeffery lots of luv bc he’s rlly fluffy and i practically say this to everyone in nct but i nearly swerved into his lane at one point ngl

ok shall we start

let’s go

so there was once upon a time

where you moved to america for a period of time bc your parents were posted to work there

and this neighbourhood was super pretty like this:

and like

the neighbour beside ya’ll invited your fam into their house for a break

and they greeted you w loads of snacks:

and turns out they’re koreans being sent to america to work too

and like there was this shy boy hiding behind his mom

“yoonoh! don’t be shy!” you hear his mom nag

“...”

in the end his mom had to drag him

“this is yoonoh, he’s 6 this year”

and she got your mom get all excited like

dRaGgInG you too

“this is Y/N, she’s the same age as yoonoh!”

since that boy was so so shy

shy shy shy

you had to introduce yourself first

“i’m Y/F/N, let’s be friends yoonoh-ya.”

and he just sMiLeS at you

w those cute deep dimples

and you were shookt bc he wasn’t that shy boi anymore wth

then he just drags you upstairs to his room

to show you his Lego collection

and that’s where it all started

fast forward 8 years later

ya’ll were at your friend’s lil birthday party

and by now you guys were neighbours and best friends at the same time

so ya’ll played truth and dare w your friends

ok a lil back track here

there was one fine day when you and jaehyun were playing on the swing

and you noticed how handsome he was

like he was already cute enough

and your hormones whispering to you like

“he’s cute! go get him!”

you nod internally but another part of you stops yourself

“don’t do it you’re gonna risk your friendship”

so you just sigh to yourself and keep that crush on him to yourself

and you vented your feelings into your diary

you brought that diary to school

and left it on your table during recess

your other bestfriend not so innocently peeks into your sacred diary

bc she saw you acting more girly around jaehyun

and boom

she knew

so she told the whole class about it

except you and jaehyun

she also knows about jaehyun’s crush on you

thanks to his trustworthy friends

and she planned all of this on purpose

ok back to the party

when the pen pointed between you and jaehyun

ya’ll picked dare bc yolo

but

your friends dared ya’ll 7 minutes in heaven

they locked ya’ll in this attic

which was pretty cosy tbh

sat face to face w each other

and your defence mechanism kicks in

“more like 7 minutes in hell,” you scoffed

little did you know that you hurt poor woojae’s feelings

and his face turns serious like

“Y/N,”

“what”

“can i tell you something?”

“yeah sure”

“promise not to tell anyone”

“we’re best friends, yoonoh-yah.”

then he snapped at the word best friends

“i really hate it when you say that!”

and you were like whot is happening did i do smth wrong

“i really hate it when you label us as best friends”

then you thought he was being ridiculous

“then what do you want us to be?”

“i want you to be my girlfriend”

oH tHat’s when shit got real

you slowly shifted backwards

like so shookt

your crush actually like you back

your dreams actually came true

and you were like

“don’t try to make me feel better, yoonoh.”

and that’s when he leans in and kisses you

you guys’ first kiss awh

and after a few seconds he leaned his head against yours

“i love you, Y/N.”

and shortly after you hear whispers outside

“have they kissed yet?”

“omg what if they’re having that”

“ew no way!”

you and jaehyun laugh @ your friends bc they being silly

so ya’ll hold hand and prepare to get out when the door opened

and your friends saw ya’ll w hands interlaced

and they swooned omg

“awhhhhhhh!11111!!!!!!”

and cheeky jae:

i shall timeskip or i will faint

now ya’ll are like 18

jaehyun’s a trainee from SM

ngl you were super proud of him

ya’ll lived together while your parents stayed in america

you lived w jaehyun’s parents

and jaehyun ofc

on one condition

no hanky panky and the you know what i mean

you willingly obliged bc you aren’t that kind of person

but jaehyun was

only a tiny bit

bc you were so smol and kyoot

he felt the need to protect you at all costs

partially bc his height towered over u

and he didn’t want to disappoint both of ya’ll parents as well so

one day his parents went out of town to run some errands

and left ya’ll at home

the moment his parents stepped out of the house he pushed you into the store room

and:

i’m am a mark stan i’m a mark stan i’m a mark stan

and you were so shookt like WHAT ARE YOU DOING

you were retaliating but this boy has super human strength

and after a few moments he pulled away and

“you had no idea how much i wanted to do that”

you slapped his chest and scolded him

“you do know that I live here under one condition right”

“but my parents aren’t home🌚”

“that doesn’t mean you can just-- nevermind”

and you just stormed out of the store room

but inside you were idk a mixed feeling

like your heart bbbeating so fast

yet you’re mad jaehyun broke the rules

jaehyun knows you liked it

lol

you slumped on your shared bed, staring at the ceiling

“babe?”

“go away”

“i know you liked it”

YES I LOVE IT ANNYEONGHAESEYO IOI IMNIDA

you just back faced him and ignored him

and then stupid jaehyun he joins you lying on the bed

“i didn’t know the ceiling was more good looking than me”

“i didn’t know you were such an asshole”

ooOHHH SIKE

jaehyun was dying internally bc damn you were so cute

then jaehyun hugged you from behind

“i’m sorry babe, did i make you mad?”

MAD LIFE MAD LIFE MAD LIFE

you finally turned to face him

“what do you think”

jaehyun resorts to aegyo

bc he knows you’re weak

“woojae is sooo sooooo sorryyyyy”

and you forgave him

you guys went on dates

like food dates

at home lololol

because why eat out when you have a masterchef at home

so instead ya’ll went on a grocery shopping date most of the time

jaehyun carrying you and plopping you into the trolley

people were staring at ya’ll overgrown kids

you screaming as jae pushes you at 100000km/h

the security nearly kicked ya’ll out

when jaehyun cooks you always hug him from behind

and he nearly burned down the kitchen bc you distract him

and him always sneaking those pieces of meat and feeding you before the dish is even done

and the end product was only left w 4 pieces of meat

when nct u was about to debut jaehyun had late practices

and he had lesser time w u

you were a little sad tbh

but you know his career is more important

esp if his company finds out he’s dating

that wouldn’t be a good thing

cough

and there was one day jaehyun didn’t return home

at least jae could drop a message that he was not coming home or smth

but he didn’t so you were riled up about that

you texted jaehyun a million times but he’s only read them

you were so annoyed at jaehyun ngl

then you received a text from taeyong

“we’re having our showcase tomorrow, jae really needs your support”

you were rolling your eyes and typed a haste reply

“what support? he doesn’t come home or drop me a message”

“i’ll have backstage passes for you and his parents, i’ll send you the link”

you made a mental note to yourself to attend it nonetheless

“did jaehyun bribe you to do this?”

“... no”

“pls tell him i’m mad @ him ok”

the next day you and his parents attended his debut showcase

and when you saw him perform you were so proud AHHH

you and his mom cried

after the showcase ended you went back stage

and jaehyun shows up with flowers

i couldn’t find jaehyun w flowers so here’s cuddly jae

“i’m sorry i kept you waiting babe, happy anniversary”

and then he pecks your lips right on the spot

the nct members were shookt

what jaehyun...why...

cue your cheeks flushing red

and jaehyun giggling cause u cute awh and hugging you

ok i shall end here

thank you for requesting omg

pls show jaehyun lots of luv

this is probably not on par w the rest of my boyfriend series

i will re write if its not up to standard,, sorry:(

ok anyway

have a nice day/night ahead!💘

#thank you for reading!#jung jaehyun #jaehyun is lowkey my soulmate when it comes to eating tbh #jung yoonoh #nct u #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct fluff #jaehyun scenarios #fluffy writes

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Surveillance video shows Diddy assaulting former girlfriend, Cassie

A 2016 surveillance video obtained exclusively by CNN shows Sean “Diddy” Combs grab, shove, drag and kick his then-girlfriend Cassie Ventura during an altercation that matches allegations in a now-settled federal lawsuit filed by Ventura in November. The footage, compiled from multiple camera angles dated March 5, 2016, appears to show the rapper, producer and business mogul during an […]

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620.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 39

3701. If you HAD to do your holiday shopping for EVERYONE in only ONE store what store would you pick? damn... honestly probably target or kmart lol. 3702. What's more annoying: the person in front of you driving ten miles under the speed limit on a regular day OR a person who cuts you off doing 10 miles over the speed limit on a stormy day? following a slow person. it’s one of my pet peeves. i haaaate people cutting me off too but since they’re speeding they won’t be around to annoy me even more. 3703. Define the word TIME without using the word time in the definition. the concept of day/night and the duration of a multiple activities and moments in life. 3704. What old cartoons do you remember watching? arthur, recess, franklin, hey arnold, catdog, heaaaps of disney shows.

3705. Do you think that people care only about the people they know personally or do most people care about all people? generally people care more about the people they know but i’m sure there are some good people out there that care about everyone. Why do you think people feel that away? it’s just life. i’ll obviously care more for my family than a stranger on the street. 3706. Are you more like Brak Zorak or Space ghost and why? idk either of them. 3707. Would you rather see the movie first and then read the book or read the book and then see the movie? read the book then see the movie. 3708. Do you own any audio books? What? nope. 3709. Why are things the way they are? it just is. 3710. Do you believe that guns don't kill people and that people kill people? Why? honestly it’s both. the person has control of their actions but there are some cases where it’s purely an accident. it’s one of the most devastating human inventions. 3711. What is the best way you can think of to prevent murder? wear those body suits the fbi and army wear or whatever. 3712. Why is it that in the USA thousands of people are murdered with a gun each year while in Canada only a handful of people are murdered with a gun each year? Sure sounds like the USA is doing something wrong, but what? for a survey over 10 years old, it’s quite disappointing that this question is still relevant today. i have no idea if usa will ever do something about gun control. 3713. Is there a difference between really being yourself and just being automatic and acting on whims? What? i’m kinda thinking no... 3714. Have you ever strolled through a graveyard? In the dark? yes but not in the dark. 3715. What is the difference between a good poem and a bad one? i hate poems in general. 3716. Who really cares about anything? me, but in my own world. Do you? yes, kinda. Do you let it show, all the time? no. 3717. Do you live with passion? not as much as i should. 3718. Do you talk to squirrels? no. 3719. Do you kick up leaves? haha sometimes. 3720. Whuch do you need more: sugar, caffiene, alcohol, drugs, sex, sleep? sleeeeeeep. 3721. What images do you get from the phrase 'human subway'? a line of people? 3722. Joe Strummer died. Are you sad? Do you have a fond memory of him to share? i don’t know them. 3723. If you are a guy are circumcised? If you are a girl which do you prefer circumcised or not? i’m a girl. i don’t have a preference. 3724. Does it bother you that in the USA you will be tracked based on what web sites you visit, what online purchases you make and your email will be read by the government? i don’t live in the usa so i don’t care. i feel bad for their whole net neutrality thing though lol. 3725. Have you ever checked out the online personals? no. 3726. What do you crave? sleep. 3727. On a scale of 1-10 how tough are you? 6ish. 3728. On a scale of 1-10 how tender are you? 6. 3729. On a scale of 1-10 how good are you? 7. 3730. On a scale of 1-10 how evil are you? 2. 3731. What would make a cool coffee table book? photographs of the places i’ve traveled to lol. 3732. What's the most interesting conversation piece in your home? tbh everyone always comments on how nice our curtains are lol. 3733. If you could get on the mall loud speaker on christmas eve you would say, 'Attention holiday shoppers: go home and spend time with your families. 3734. What are you on the outside of looking into? idk. 3735. Are you more of a peculiar purple pie man or a sour grape? neither. 3736. Who is someone you know should deserve more respect? celebrity’s kids. it wasn’t their choice to be born into the spotlight, the paparazzi should leave them alone, especially as babies/young kids. 3737. Does the end ever justify violence as a means? If yes, when? idk. 3738. Care about everything, or care about nothing? Which would be worse? both are bad imo. 3739. Why do so many people on the internet pretend to be pregnant? i’ve never noticed. 3740. Have you ever been the diary Hicks or Brian (same guy, Hicks is the old diary, Brian is the current one)? no. 3741. What was your new years like in (answer all that you can remember) 1970? 1980? 1990? 1995? 1998? 1999? 2000? 2001? 2002? 2003? 2004? 2005? 2006? is it bad that i don’t remember any of these? 3742. You know the Def Leopard song, 'Love Bites'? Do they actually mean love bites as in it sucks, or lovebites as in hickies? never listened to it. 3743. All you want for chrsitmas is: money $$$$ 3744. If you rearrange the letters in SANTA what words can you make? satan. 3745. Say anything: anything. 3746. Can you feel your life ending one minute at a time? sometimes i’ve thought about that. i’m only getting closer to the end :( 3747. Is there something you don't want to talk about? ye. 3748. What is the most offinsive thing you can think of to type here: Who do you think it would offend? no. 3749. Who would you stop the world and melt with? haha no one. 3750. Is there anyone you wish you had never known? nope. 3751. Do you prefer to drive or be driven? driven. massage or be massaged? massaged. pamper or be pampered? both. go down or be gone down on? be gone down on haha. 3752. What do you think of the sims? i enjoy playing it but you do get over it after awhile. 3753. How about the Sims Online? don’t think i’ve tried this. 3754. Professional or home pedicure and why? pro. it’s just more satisfying. 3755. Is there a difference between over weight and over fat? What? idk what over fat is. 3756. What do you think of Rush Limbaugh? idk them. 3757. Do you buy books and then never read them? i’ve done this before, yeah. 3758. What does OPP stand for? other people’s property. 3759. If you had to be a character from married with children, what would you be? didn’t watch it. 3760. What did you get for christmas? still coming up. 3761. What was your best ever valentine's day? having a nice dinner and chilling in a hotel room. 3762. What movie would you like to see again, that you haven't watched since you were a kid? hmmm. a disney movie of some sort. 3763. Have you seen Fantastic Planet? no. 3764. Do feet disgust you? yes. 3765. What pain releaver do you use? panadol. 3766. Are you an artist, a designer or a doodler? designer. 3767. Do you belong to a gym? no. 3768. Have you ever been to court? no. Over what? Did you win? 3769. Would you ever take a case on court TV (Judge Judy and such)?? no lol. 3770. You are given a million dollars, only you MUST spend it (or as much as possible) IN ONE MONTH. ANY LEFT OVER MONEY WILL GO AWAY. WHAT DO YOU BUY? multiple houses, a car, pay off uni debt, presents for everyone i love etc. 3771. What are your pj's like? loose and comfy. 3772. Is there a fabric you love above all other fabrics? not particularly. 3773. Can you think of any words (besides mom, dad and bob) that spell the same thing backwards and forwards? boob. 3774. Who would enter an ugly foot contest???? no lol. 3775. Would you rather see a movie with someone who screams during the movie, crys through the movie, or talks theough the movie? What's the least annoying? least annoying is scream but only if it’s a horror film. 3776. Do you have any grey hair? no. 3777. Are all the Jennifers you know psychotic? haha no. 3778. Do you want to join a country club? no. 3779. 'I felt a funeral in my brain' - Emily Dickinson What do you feel in your brain? tiredness. 3780. What is the best atari game you can remember? idk. 3781. Hulk Hogan, Alf or Mr T? mr t. 3782. Did you dance today? no. 3783. Are birds happy in cages? Are pets happy indoors? i don’t know, i wish i could find out. 3784. Have you, or has anyone you know, ever been stuffed in a locker? no. 3785. Critique this poem. Last night death signed my yearbook Have a good summer he said see ya next year and then I realized it wasn't my yearbook it was my tombstone hm. i don’t really get it lol. sorry, i’m tired. 3786. Red or white wine? white. 3787. Hula hoops or jump ropes? jump rope. 3788. Do you like tiffany lights? idk what they are. 3789. Do you like fights? no. 3790. What do YOU want to pin the tail on? the donkey. 3791. Wasn't last night fun? yes!!!! 3792. Have you ever met a group of more interesting people? sure. 3793. Would you eat Spaghetti with waffles to keep from offending someone? gross lol no. 3794. Do you play with Mr Patatoe head? i have as a kid. 3795. Would you rather live in an attic or a basement? it really depends. a basement if there was a window in it. just so i have a concept of time. 3796. Can you understand sign language? no. 3797. Do you wear ridiculous hats? Does Elton John? no. 3798. What music is wild and crazy? screamo. 3799. How does one live their life like a candle in the wind? idk. going with the flow? 3800. Ziggy and the Spiders or Benny and the Jets? the second one.

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4-23-17 Lesson

The Book in The Attic Old Testament “I Am Part Of The Story” Lesson 8

Central Truth: God invited me into his family. Now I can tell His big story.

 MEMORY VERSE: 1 Peter 2:9 NLT ...you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God...

Count Down

Boomtown THX / Opener

P&W -Scream it Welcome – welcome first time guests – Meet and Greet

P&W - Made for Worship

Offering and confession

Announcements -

Take Home Devotional Challenge for this Unit - explain the take home sheet and opportunity to win up to $20 extra bible bucks..

Rules and balloons

Separate Classes here -

Clip 1 Our story find our two friends (Mike and Steve) back again for their work. Today is the big day of the guest speaker so they decide to do their best to finish cleaning the attic. They decide to get busy cleaning the attic and not get to the big Book to find out about what happened to Jesus.

Clip 2 - the boys gets back to work but the big book wants them to read it. So they do and get back to the story of Jesus. They read about Jesus’s crucifixion and His resurrection.

Bible Story -Jesus’ death on the cross paid the price for our sin once and for all. It repaired our broken friendship with God. It had the power to erase all of the sins of all people for all time. BUT, to receive that forgiveness, we have to put our faith in Jesus. We have to follow God’s plan just like Jesus did. Even in the darkest scariest moments of Jesus’ life, He still made the choice to follow God’s plan and play His part in God’s story. The last thing Jesus told us before He went to Heaven was to go and tell all people about how they can have a friendship with God because of what Jesus did on the cross. Since then, God’s story has been spreading all over the world as people like us have shared the good news. God is still writing His story! We are now living in the part of the story that begins with the book of Acts. We are the Church. We are the family that God wants to bless the whole world through!

Pick four kids (1 girl for Mary, 1 Guy for Thomas, 1 Guy for Roman Soldier, 1 Girl for Angel) Have the kids dress up in Character for each one, While reading have them act out the story as you read there story.

Mary Magdalene’s Story Hello there. My name is Mary. I’m not Jesus’ mother Mary. I’m not Martha and Lazarus’ sister Mary. It was a pretty common name! I’m from the town of Magdala so they called me Mary Magdalene. I first met Jesus a few years ago. You see I was filled with demon spirits. I was tormented by them day and night. But then I met Jesus. Jesus looked upon me with compassion. I could feel the love in His eyes. Then He spoke and seven demons came out of me. It was like I was alive for the very first time. You know, really alive! Everything seemed so wonderful! I kept growing closer and closer to God every day. But a few days ago everything went wrong. I was there the day they took Him. You cannot believe the things they did to Him. And when He was beaten, bleeding, and bruised so badly you could hardly recognize He was human. They killed Him in worst way they knew. They crucified Him. They nailed Him to a tree and even then I could see love in His eyes, I could hear love in His voice. He cried out one last time and then He died. I never felt so sad, so empty, as at that moment. I kept thinking back to the day I first saw Him, how His love reached out and healed my mind. I know He had the power to save Himself from the horrible things they did to Him; I just don’t understand why this happened! Some of the other ladies that followed Jesus and even His own mother watched as they took Him to the tomb where they laid His body. But we could not even prepare His body for burial. You see, it was against our laws to touch a dead person on a holy day and that day was Passover, one of our biggest feasts! We cried and prayed all night that night. The next day was the Sabbath which is a holy day too, so we still could not go to the grave. Early the next morning, on the first day of the week, a group of us women, Salome, Johanna, Mary of Bethany, and some other women who followed Jesus, got up early to go to the tomb. But when I got there, I could not believe my eyes. The stone that had sealed His grave, a huge boulder, had been rolled away! We rushed to look inside the tomb to see what had happened. His body was gone! I thought that they had stolen His body. After all they had done to Jesus, now they had stolen His body! We ran and told the disciples what we had seen and they went to see for themselves. When I got back, they were leaving, going home. I asked them, “What can we do?” But, they had no answer. They left. I stood there, hurting and crying and leaned over to look inside where His body had been. To my amazement, there were two men dressed in white sitting inside the tomb. They asked me why I was crying. I had to explain the story all over again. Suddenly, I heard someone and turned around and saw a man. He also asked why I was crying and who I was looking for. Thinking He may have been the thief or a groundskeeper I pleaded with Him—“Sir, if you took His body, tell me where it is so I can go get it, please.” Then He looked deeply into my eyes and said my name, “Mary.” I looked into His eyes, it was those same eyes that looked past my shame and forgave my sins. It was Jesus! I cried out, “Master.” He was alive. He is alive!

The Roman Guard’s Story Salutations! My name is Benedict. I am a guard in the army of Caesar. I had always wanted to be a soldier when I was your age, and I became just that. I started out working security for various events but a few years back I was transferred to Judea. This isn’t the greatest place to be assigned. You see, Rome has had all kinds of trouble with all the temple leaders here. It seems like its mostly because of this one man. Some said He was great, some loved Him, but these Temple guys hated Him and everything about Him. I was stationed in the area of the temple to make sure peace was upheld. I hated this position! You see, these religious men called Pharisees and Sadducees, they ran the temple. You would not believe these guys! They had a law and a tradition for everything. It was all nonsense to me. It seems that this man, this Jesus, had really made them crazy. But the way these Temple leaders talked He was the most dangerous man to walk the earth. One night, late, I was just getting ready to go home when my troop was called in for a special assignment. We get there and they give us orders to go and capture this Jesus and bring Him before Caiaphas, one of the rulers. So, in the middle of the night we go out following this guy who supposedly was one of His best friends that had betrayed Him. Man, I don’t need any friend like that! We get to this garden and He is there with a few of His friends and this Judas guy gives us the signal. I walk up to Him and He asked me who we were coming for. I say, “Jesus of Nazareth.” I will never forget what happened next. He opened His mouth and said, “I am He.” Now I know that this is hard to believe, but as soon as He said that every one of us fell flat out on our backs. It was like getting hit with a truck. We stood back up and He said, “I am who you are looking for, now let my friends go.” No sooner had He said that then one of his friends comes charging at us like a crazy man with his sword. He screams and cuts off the ear of a servant that was with us! We draw our swords but the guy, Jesus, was already taking care of the situation. He told his friend to stop, put away the sword and leave. Then He did something I will never forget. Now remember, we were here to arrest Him and put Him away. He kneeled down, grabbed the ear and put it back on. Really! I mean it. He put his ear back on his head. I could not believe my eyes. I was so freaked out I could barely remember my job! We tied Him and took Him away as we had been ordered. My shift was over and I was beat so I headed for my house. Now I’ve heard some of the things that happened to Him next. I did not see any of it since I was at home enjoying a couple of days off, but I heard it was horrible—really bad. I’m a pretty tough guy, but from what I hear, you couldn’t even tell He was a human after they were finished with Him. I reported back to my commander and he says I am to go guard this grave. I was like, “What? Guard a dead guy? Are you kidding me? What do you think He is going to do?” He said it was an order direct from Pilate himself—you know the big guy. So I say, “Hey, you want to pay me to sit outside a dead guy’s grave, whatever you say.” My partner and I head out and when we get there we placed a royal seal on the huge rock that covered the

tomb and started chatting to stay awake. Time passed and it got really late. All of a sudden, the earth starts rumbling and shaking. Now I am freaking out! I mean this was a major earthquake. The second one we’d had this week! Then this glowing person suddenly appeared. I think it was an angel. Not some little baby angel. This was an angel man! He looked like lightning and his clothes were so white it hurt my eyes. With no trouble at all, he grabs the huge stone, rolls it away from the door and sits on it! I was so afraid and I have never been afraid of anyone! Next thing I know the body’s missing! We were going to be in big trouble but we had to report what we saw to our commander. He took us to the priests. After we told them what happened, they brought out this huge sack of money! They told us that if we will lie and tell everyone that we fell asleep and somebody had stolen his body that they would give us all that money. We knew that had not happened! It would have taken ten men to move that rock, but who cares? We took the money, left and told everyone exactly what they had told us to say! I mean, come on! It was a ton of money! But, listen. Come closer. Let me tell you something. Nobody stole His body. We did not fall asleep. You know what I think really happened? He is alive!

Thomas’ Story Greetings! My name is Thomas. I am one of Jesus’ disciples. You know the twelve closest friends of Jesus? Maybe you’ve heard of some of us. Yes, I walked with Him. I talked with Him. I loved Him. Our group had spent almost three incredible years together. I can’t even begin to explain to you the unbelievable miracles I saw with my very own eyes. Jesus was amazing. But then he began to share with us that He was leaving soon and that where He was going we could go also. I didn’t understand and even asked Him one time, “Lord, if we do not know where you are going, how can we go there?” He smiled at me and in His loving way He tried again to explain to me what He had meant. The next few days were horrible. One of our own, Judas, betrayed Jesus. After all that Jesus had done for him, he sold him out for thirty pieces of silver! Well, you may have heard the awful story of how he died. I have to tell you that I thought I would die. I have never felt so empty inside. I didn’t know what to do. All I could think of was His smile, the way He spoke to us in stories so that we would understand. I just left for a while. I just had to get away. Most of us disciples just ran away. Not only could we not believe what was happening, we were afraid they would come after us too! We all kind of laid low for a couple of days. There were soldiers everywhere and lots of strange things had happened! There were earthquakes, darkness in the middle of the day. Spooky stuff! I started to hear strange rumors though. I returned to meet up with the other disciples. They told me the craziest story I had ever heard! They told me that they had seen Jesus, that He was alive! Oh, how I wanted to believe them, how I wanted for Him to be alive. But how could He be? They crucified Him. He was dead. It had been three days. I told them that I didn’t believe them and could not unless I saw with my own eyes and touched where they had put the nails in His hands. They tried to convince me but I would not listen. Not that I did not want to believe but I am a sound thinker. I cannot just believe what others say. I needed proof, you know? A while later we were all together preparing to eat. Oh, except Judas, he had killed himself after he heard what all they did to Jesus. So there were only eleven of us now. We had the doors of the house locked because we were still afraid of the soldiers and the religious leaders. As we were talking, Jesus just appeared! Out of nowhere! Just as real as I’m sitting here today! But it was Him, not a Spirit, not an imagination—it was Jesus—in the flesh! He greeted us all, but then He looked straight at me—almost through me. He said, “Thomas, put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” I did as He said and cried out, “My Lord and my God!” Then He smiled and looked deep into my eyes. He said,

“Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

I’m sure that He meant you—although you have never touched Him like I did, you have believed. I’m so glad that you have. Jesus did lots of other amazing things while He was there that I do not have time to share with you now. I do have time to make sure you know one very important thing, though. Are you listening? Jesus is alive!

The Angel’s Story Fear not, I bring you great news! Actually the greatest news ever! And I’ve heard some pretty great news in my day. I am an angel of the Lord! Yes, it is true. You are in the presence of a real angel of the living God. I hear you want to know how it all happened. Well, get comfortable and I’ll tell you. You see, thousands of years ago, long before my Master created the heavens and the Earth, God created countless angels including me. My life consists of worshipping God and carrying out an occasional message or mission on His behalf. Greatest job in the universe I think! When Jesus left heaven to come to the earth, I led the heavenly choir in front of the shepherds. We sang “Glory to God in the Highest and on earth peace, good will toward men!” What an amazing night. We observed Jesus throughout His life. I may be prejudiced, but He was the cutest little boy you have ever seen! As He grew we observed how He showed His power when people needed to believe and His loving heart when they needed to change. He was amazing to watch. We knew that he was there on the greatest mission of all times. This was God’s ultimate plan He’d been working on since the beginning. The Father had sent Him, but he willingly went. He chose to go. He did amazing miracles, preached God’s message of love, and fulfilled each and every one of the prophecies we had heard for thousands of years given by the prophets. But now it was time, time to pay the price for the humans—those who had lived before, those who were living then, and all that would ever live—including you! They did things to Him that you could not believe, horrible things, and then He chose to allow them to hang Him on a cross. They did not make Him, they did not force Him. He chose to give His life! I’ve got to tell you though. It was the hardest thing we had ever had to see! In fact, at one point, when He was on the cross I called together ten thousand warrior angels to be ready for His call. All He had to do was ask. We would have been there. We could have taken Him off the cross and brought Him home. But He chose to stay. He chose to finish the plan, to make a way. I guess it was hardest on God the Father though. When Jesus took on all of the sin of all time, God turned his face away from Jesus. That’s the only time, before or since, that I’ve ever seen God do that! Then, as He had accomplished everything God sent Him to accomplish, He died. Although I felt sorry for His followers, we started to rejoice and praise the Father like we never had before! Now that’s a lot of praising! Remember, worship is a full-time job for an angel! Why were we happy about Him dying? It was finished! Everything was made new! The way had been made! Then I will never forget what happened next. The Father called my name and sent me to open the tomb. With joy and gratitude I called upon all the power of heaven and shook the ground violently! I flew faster than lightning to the tomb and rolled back the stone. He had defeated death. He had made the way for all men to get back to God! He had fulfilled all that was spoken! He was and is alive!

Clip 3- The story of “The Resurrection of Jesus Christ” told a different style!

Memory Verse Run 1 Peter 2:9 NLT ...you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God...

Clip 4 - Mike and Steve talk about Jesus about His death and resurrection then the book shuts and they start to clean the attic up , then they get a text that they have to go the the college because the famous guy has made a big donation to the college and they needed to be there ASAP. Central Truth: God invited me into his family. Now I can tell His big story. Clip 5 - Mr. Thomas tells us about that we should follow Jesus. God’s story is still being written and you could be a part of it. The boys get there to the college for the presentation that someone has donated money for the new science building and they introduce the special guest, Mr. Thomas and the boys find out that Mr. Thomas is Dean Sims son and the famous guest. Mike and Steve are invited to the stage and they get to do the reveal of the new science building.

Prayer- (Remember to also include prayer for salvation)

Quiet seat prizes

Game-Resurrection Race – Items needed rolls of toilet paper and parking cones. Divide students into pairs. Have pairs line up along one line. Place cones a good distance from the line, directly in front of the pairs. Give each pair two rolls of toilet paper. On, “Go!” the first person from each pair will wrap their partner in toilet paper, using the whole roll. The wrapped person will then break free of the toilet paper, run toward the cone, run around the cone, and then back toward their partner. They will then wrap their partner and the partner will do the same thing. The first pair to have both people wrapped and run around the cone wins. 

What did you learn today? - Ask Questions! Start on one side of the room and ask several kids what did you learn today? Teacher spend some time asking kids questions as children are being picked up by parents – then move on to activity sheets.

Questions to ask the kids: How is the story of Mike and Steve like the story of the Bible? (They made a big mistake they couldn’t fix. They needed someone to pay the price for what they did wrong. They could never work hard enough to make up for what they did.)

Could Mike and Steve have ever paid the price for what they did wrong? Were they ever going to be able to get the attic clean? (No, no matter how much they cleaned, the attic just kept getting messier and messier. They couldn’t ever earn enough money to rebuild a whole science lab.)

Did you understand who Mr. Thomas is? (He’s Thomas Simms, Dean Simms son.) How is that like the story of the Bible too? (Jesus was God’s Son all along and had a plan to make things right.)

In the show we saw Mike and Steve do something often called taking Communion. Did you see what it was? What does Communion represent? (Talk about how Jesus used wine and bread to symbolize giving his body and blood for us. Clarify that we usually use grape juice and crackers but that it means the same thing. Some kids may be alarmed to see Mike and Steve drink wine if they are from a family that doesn’t do so, especially since their ages are unknown and they may seem like teenagers.)

What plan did Dean Simms and Mr. Thomas have to fix Steve and Mike’s mistake? (Mr. Thomas paid to have the lab rebuilt. He fixed their problem with their school.)

How do we receive the forgiveness that Jesus made possible for us on the cross? (We have to put our faith in Jesus and choose to follow Him.)

Even when things were the hardest, Jesus still made the choice to follow God’s plan and play His part in God’s story. How can we follow Jesus like that? (By trusting and obeying him, even when it’s really hard.)

What promise did Jesus make as He returned to heaven? (He would return to earth again someday.)

9. What did Jesus tell His followers to do until He comes back? (Go and tell others the good news about Jesus.) What are some ways you can do that this week?

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