#he had two braincells and all he wanted was to be in our house and with casey

[jaidens]

Your Hands Are Tough, But They Are Where Mine Belong,

pairing [s] : johnny cade x soc!reader

warning [s] : js sm sweet ol’ fluff <3 | typical one bed trope, except he doesn't hate you, he's madly in love with you. | basically of how you love birds found out you were even tweeting love.

a/n [s] : hey sweethearts! requests are open! a discord server with my friends is open! we need some friends guys!! dm me or you can comment and I will give you the information!!

You and Johnny were in a questionable relationship. You were from the Westside, and lived in a large neighborhood with white picket house fences and golden retrievers running around. You met him through Ponyboy after you were picking up your little sister from her boyfriend’s house. Darry took you into the house after all it was snowing outside and freezing. You waited for her to gather her stuff from Ponyboy’s room and you noticed Johnny stare on you.

Two-Bit was Kathy’s boyfriend and you knew that. He walked up behind you and tapped around your shoulders with his fingers pretending to walk across them. “How’s our girl doing?” He asks about Kathy and you laugh. “She’s good Two. She said she was dreaming about your dreamy eyes in class yesterday.” Two -Bit giggles and jumps around a bit.

“Heya’ John! You hear that? Kathy was dreaming about me.” His arms wrap around the boy’s shoulder pulling him in. The boy doesn't respond and he just laughs. You remember your sister explaining about some of the boys and how one of them was your age and how he was real quiet after Bob knocked him in. She said Pony described him like a kicked puppy, and you had to agree. His darling eyes and soft knicks on his face were a good representation of that.

“Hey I'm already to go. Don't wanna be late, Daddy's gonna call the police if we don't go.” She gives Pony a kiss on the cheek before running off after you. You're laughing with her and Johnny stares through the window at you. God, he's surely never felt this way, but it's making his stomach hurt.

-

You met the boys once again whenever you and your sister were invited to eat with them. You were told to go so your parents didn't dig the Curtis’ a new one if they found out your sister got hurt by any of them. “Hey there! You're back for good. Missed me huh?” Steve is laughing at Two-Bit while he stares at the television that plays a random cartoon. “Sure Two-Braincells.” You flick his forehead and watch how he gets mad at you.

Ponyboy and the boy from a week ago walk through the door and they all greet them. Johnny's and Pony’s are being thrown out in the air and they wave while Pony holds the conversation. Sodapop is sitting next to you, chewing on a toothpick while he discusses work with Steve. “Hey John’ you can sit down. She doesn't bite.” Two says to Johnny and he sits down before shrinking away from you. You think it's sweet; the love they all share between each other. You've never been worried about your sister since they started dating.

Johnny doesn't talk very much and would let Ponyboy or Dallas tell people how he felt. He looked rough, but under that thick skin was a boy who just wanted to be loved. It was his raw fingers from chewing and pulling on his skin, the fingernails that were bitten down to the end. The bruises and scars that littered his skin made your eyes burn as you stared at the recent red ones and the cuts that stay permanent on his skin.

You're staring at him until someone calls your name. Sodapop wraps around the corner and tells you, “Hey, your parents are on the phone.” You sit up from the couch and you watch Johnny follow you. Whenever you leave the room, you can hear hushed whispers from the group and an unfamiliar voice responding and telling them to shove off. You tell your sister that she was allowed to sleepover if you stayed. She got excited and jumped a bit in Pony’s arms.

Johnny was messing with the cigarettes in his pockets and excused himself to go smoke. You decided to follow him outside and smoke with him to find out about him. “Hey, what’da doing? It's too cold out here, go back inside.” His voice is soft and calm as he notices you shake slightly whenever you walk outside without a jacket. “I want a cigarette. And, I wanna know you. You're the only guy who hasn't yelled in my face about yourself.. besides Dal and Dar.” He keeps his eyes on the ground, and closes in on himself as he lights a cigarette.

“That just isn't me. I'm the runt of the group. You know that.” Johnny talks down on himself. You hope that he doesn't think that you're gonna hurt him because of the Westside reputation, and especially because of Bob's horrible drunken actions. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Is all you say to him whenever you pull the cigarette from in-between his fingers and take a pull.

His head is turned slightly and he stares at the way your eyes close and you relax against the bench. Johnny couldn't lie and say he wasn't worried for whenever Ponyboy came home, jumping and giggling about his new Soc girlfriend. Pony had cornered him and laid against him and told him that his girlfriend had an older sister, and how if they got married, they'd be true brothers. He smiles upon the thought and understands why Pony likes your little sister so much.

You're both kind and show love to the gang and never had a pre-judice thought around them. It was almost Soc culture to have it, but you never did. You had actually chosen to speak to everyone individually and understand them. Johnny wasn't even sure he did that. The cigarette is back in his fingers and he takes a drag. He notices the small lipstick stain from your lips, and it makes him have a tingly feeling in his stomach again. You make him giddy and happy, and he hasn't even had a conversation with you.

“How old are you?” You ask him to see his eyes widen at the question. “I’m sixteen. Two years older than Pone.” You open your mouth like you're surprised. “Me too! That's real cool.” Johnny looks away from you again and he sees you spin the rings on your fingers. You hold a conversation with him about life here and how his life is. The snow is falling down quicker and it covers the grass. The sky is beautiful tonight as the snowflakes drop gently and the stars are illuminated with the clear sky.

“Where do ya’ think the snowflakes come from if there ain't no clouds?” Johnny asks you. You shrugged your shoulders and told him you didn't know. “It's real pretty tonight isn't it?” You ask him as you stare at the sky and the streetlights that lit up the snowflakes that fall with gold hues. “Yeah. It's nice.” If Johnny had to be honest, he forgot about the cold whispy wind against his face whenever he felt the blush that scattered across his face.

Dallas opens the door and says, “Hey man. Darry's closing up y'all gotta come inside or I’m locking yall out.” You rolled your eyes at him and stood up and walked inside. You heard Dallas yelling at Johnny for ‘being an idiot!’ and you frowned. Johnny had a sad look on his face and you saw how he was crumpled up in his shell again. “Dallas. What did you get at John’ for? He looks like a little scared turtle.”

“The idiot said he wanted to sleep at his house.” Dallas puts out the cigarette in his mouth and sets it on the ashtray. You raised your eye brow at him. “Why can't he sleep at his house? Is he homeless?” You hush your voice in hopes no one hears your conversation with Dallas. “Nah man. His dad beats em’. That's where those bruises come from.” You cover your mouth with your hand and you're in complete shock. You had recognized his different behavior and how he would flinch at the sound of Two-Bit throwing a bottle in the trash, or Steve jumping up and his hand going up too quickly.

“Thank you for telling me Dallas.” You thank him before walking to where Johnny would sleep. He had a small roll out bed with blankets that Darry would make up for him. You sat down on the tiny bed next to Johnny, seeing him curled up under a thin blanket that barely covered him. “Hey Johnny. Are you awake?” You whisper gently as you see him churn slightly. “Mm.. yeah m’ awake.” He rubs his eyes and sits up.

“Did you need something?” Johnny asks you gently and you nod. “I’m supposed to stay over tonight, but I'm not sure where to sleep. Steve and Two are on the couch and floor. And Soda and Pom obviously. Do you know where some blankets are? I can just like, sleep in the kitchen.” Johnny stares at you blankly before shaking his head no. “I’m not making you sleep in the kitchen, take my bed. I can go out to the lot.” You unconsciously put your hand on Johnny's, making his ears turn a dark red. You pull it off quickly and grab your hand.

“I’m not making you give up your bed or freeze to death. I'm just gonna kick Two off the couch.” You stand up and walk away before Johnny grabs your hand. “C’mere. Two gets cranky if you wake him up early. You can sleep with me. My bed is big and I'm small. We gotta share the blanket though. Darry said Steve took five home..” Johnny laughs and you sit down and stare into his soft brown eyes. His eyes are darting around your face, as he quickly loses it with you and lays back down. Johnny has a small pillow and the blanket that barely covers the bed fully.

You lay down next to him and he turns his back at you and curls up. You tell him goodnight softly and close your eyes. It's warm with him, his body heat surrounds you and the way his chest swells as he sleeps. You can help but open your eyes a little, and stare at his soft skin and the small scratches and scars that little his gentle skin.

-

You wake up the next morning with the warm sun sleeping against your skin. You're not sure how warm you are when it’s frozen outside. It's snowing again and you stare at it through the small window lighting up the small room you're sleeping in. You go to pull your arms up to wipe your eyes open, and you notice how you have to tug. You look down and see tan arms wrapped around yours, and a mop of black hair on your shoulder.

Then it hits you: Johnny Cade is cuddling you in his arms. Suddenly, everything feels much warmer and you swear you're fully melted into him. He's snoring softly as he pulls you closer into him. He fits like a perfect puzzle piece, like he was supposed to sleep right there always. It's calm and comforting until Darry yells at everyone to get up and that breakfast is ready.

Johnny moans as he wakes up. He stretches his arms and legs before he recognizes you're in his hold. “Aw man, I'm real sorry. I didn't even realize.” He quickly lets go of you and stands up. His arms wrap around his body and he walks away. You frown softly and get up, you make the bed. You can't say you're not worried about Johnny, every time you see his face with a new bruise or a bandaid plastered across his forehead.

You walk out of the room and into the kitchen, Ponyboy and Sodapop are munching down breakfast and Johnny sits there quietly. He has a small plate of eggs in front of him and arms over his stomach. Your sister is rambling to Ponyboy at something at school and he stares at her with complete love in his eyes. It's sweet if you had to be honest, how he cared and protected her so much.

You walk up behind Darry who's making food at the stove. “Hey Dare. I think Johnny needs more food. Can you make him some more stuff?” Darry nods and turns his head to look at the boy who's slowly picking at his eggs. Dallas comes in with tired eyes and pale skin, clad in just his jacket. He walks to the fridge and pulls out a beer and pops the top and throws it into the trash. “Dallas you're drinking at eight in the morning? Are you serious?” Dallas puffs his chest out and stands in front of you, attempting to show his dominance. “Yeah? You got a problem with it?”

Johnny mumbles something quietly and Dallas turns his back to you. “What did you say punk?” He tries to take his plate of eggs and you slap Dally’s hands. “Don't pick a fight with me. Go to Bucks if you're hungry. You don't get to steal his food.” Johnny can't help but smile and get giddy at you protecting him. Dallas huffs and puffs out air and walks out the door and slams it while yelling nonsense.

“Ponyboy, did you finish your homework last night?” Darry asks as he piles more food on their plates, and toast and bacon on Johnny's. He smiles up at him and starts eating again. You get your own food, even to Darry's request to let him get you food. Ponyboy responds to his eldest brother with a random drawn out response to him. Johnny laughs and you sit down next to him.

“You didn't have to stick up for me. I could've handled it.” Johnny tells you, and you stop eating to tell him. “You probably could have, but I wanted to. Dallas messes with everyone and doesn't realize he's being a dick.” He looks down at the floor and you see the way his leg nervously bouncing up and down. Your hand slides gently onto his leg, calming him down. Sodapop turns on the radio, and immediately goes to his favorite channel. Him and Pony argue for a minute before Darry tells them to shut up.

“Are Steve and Two-Bit ever gonna wake up? They look dead.” You laugh as you see Steve with his mouth open and snoring louder than he already was. “Hopefully not. I want Steve's pay. Maybe my manager will double it because Steve's gone!” It's a bundled up sound of laughter and giggles as Steve wakes up with a surprised sound. Steve is on the floor, rubbing his eyes. Two-Bit is still fully asleep, almost falling off the couch as well.

Johnny wasn't sure about most things, but one thing he was, was that your laugh completely captured his entire attention. He's staring at you now instead of Steve or Two-Bit with complete and utter love in his eyes. He's sure there's drool dripping from his mouth as he has his head plastered on his head and he's just staring at you. “Take a picture man, she'll go away at some point.” Is all Ponyboy says, snapping Johnny out of his cloudy, love-filled vision.

Your hand is still laying on his thigh, he's not fully sure if you forgot about it or not. However, he's giddy and giggling in his mind about the delicious feeling that heats up on his leg. Johnny is relaxed as he listens to the Van Morrison song that plays on the radio, he's surely heard it a thousand times, but he'll still listen to it everyday, it reminds him about the life he has. Johnny has the gang, his brothers that enjoy listening to the same song hundreds of times. Johnny cannot lie, however, that he enjoys listening to The Beatles with you whenever he gets invited over. He stares at the posters that clad your wall filled with Paul McCartney’s face.

You've relaxed now and you're chewing on your food. He can't help but begin staring once more as you finish up. You have a soft smile on your face as you compliment Darry on his cooking. Johnny follows you around the kitchen and places his plate in the sink. You ask him if he enjoyed the food, and he blankly stares at you. “Johnny, are you there?” Your hand falls to his arm and you rub it softly. He's sure you're visible to the pink shade of his skin and as it layers over his tan color. “Yeah, the food was good.”

“Awe good!” And there you go again, with the smile that makes him want to lasso the moon to see it again. You start to help Ponyboy with his stuff and turn around to Johnny. “Can you please wipe off the table? It'll be really good for me. Pretty please?” He nods at you, when truly he knows you could've told him to clean and pointed a finger and you would be able to see your reflection in it.

However, when he's cleaning, he doesn't realize how far his elbow pushes and it slams into a glass and it knocks onto the floor. You run into the kitchen at the loud noise and see Johnny on the floor, attempting to pick up the glass with his hands. You can see how frantically he's moving, such as him wanting to hide he ever did it. “Johnny, baby, don't clean glass with your bare hands.”

Johnny looks up at you with water-glassed eyes. His lip is slightly poking out and he hugs you tightly. “Man, I'm real sorry. I don't even know why I did that, gosh Darry is gonna—” He's cut off abruptly with a kiss planted onto his lips. Johnny melts in your light touches and the kiss to his lips. You pull away from him and he's staring at you. “Don’t say any of that. It's just a glass. Let's clean it up then we can get ice cream, yes?” He nods and stands up off his knees. You're helping him clean up and throw the shattered glass into the trashcan.

You stand up and your arm goes around his shoulders. He's looking down on the ground and he's scraping the floor with his shoes. “Hey, let's go.” You grabbed your purse and the cardigan you had thrown on. “Are you gonna be cold?” He asks softly, and he grabs onto your hand. He isn't sure of how easily your hand fits in his, but it makes sense. You're the perfect match to his and he makes him extremely happy. “I’ll be fine, c'mon. I want ice cream and a date with my favorite person.

#johnny cade fluff #johnny cade x you #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade x y/n #the outsiders 1983 #johnny cade the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fluff #the outsiders

[chainmailchalamet]

sugar high 🍒

synopsis: sugar daddy hs, always black n non-binary reader, established dynamic w/ some power play, possessive language, lil degradation, spit kink, mean dom(ish) hs, yktfv

Harry is…complex, by nature. He is a well curated structure of contradictions. He is a rockstar, an animal, a glossy beastly thing on stage. He glows under the spotlight, basking in all that concentrated attention with the air of a man who deserves every last drop. He is a hip roller, a tongue wagger, a dark eyed pretty boy dream. He’s sharp cut hips, tatted all over and wrapped up in glitter.

He is also a cream puff — that’s the version of him you met first, assisting a stylist on a Gucci suiting campaign. You’d steamed his double breasted coat, matched the ties to his green-glass eyes, buttoned him up all snug in his dress-shirt. And he’d blushed and dimpled his way through all of it. Told you that you didn’t have to do all that (“I kind of do, darling, it’s my job”), said please and thank you and stood where he was supposed to stand and made everyone laugh and look at him all fond because he was a professional sweetheart, an actual dream to work with. With the way he acted, you couldn’t tell he found you attractive until after the shoot wrapped and he walked up to you all bashful to ask for your number. It was the way he stated his intentions that got you, the way he said, soft and steady “anything you want, we can do anything you want as long as I can keep you company”.

He took you for squid ink pasta for the first date, because you’d never had it. He showed you how he liked his oysters (“a little lemon, just a squeeze..”) and how to tip them back into your mouth to taste them, and he watched the way your lips wrapped round the shell with a low heat gaze, kept his desire on the simmer like he didn’t want to scare him away. You let your inhibitions sink away into a glass of champagne, flirted with him in the same breath you talked his ear off about your job, about the books you were reading, about your vision for the future. He was so like you — the same raw ambition, the same comfort in the way you wore your skin that you’d both fought tooth and nail for, the same wicked tongue. You liked to make him blush, to tease him until he was giggling in faux offense (“it is not a whore house, it’s a family show, that’s the whole point!” “sir, at last show you sang the words “if you’re getting yourself wet for me”, and then rubbed your fingers together to demonstrate said wetness, those are the actions of a whore!”), until he let some of that babygirl cupcake act drop long enough to thumb some passion fruit sorbet from the corner of your lip and take it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning a little under his breath like you just tasted that good.

The second date was a flea market in the south of France. He prepared you with a simple instruction to pack light, and in response to your question about the cost of the train and accommodation and time off work he responded the same — kissed you on the temple and said “I’ll take care of all of it, you don’t have to worry about a thing, you can have anything you want, sweetheart”.

And then he did, took care of every detail — told your boss he was borrowing you for a shoot (“bring them back in one piece, styles, they’re one of our best” “mm, no promises”), got the both of you a private carriage so you could watch the grey London skyline fade away into lush fields of lavender, held your hand all the way, looked at you like you were the best view in sight, whisked you away to a cute little hostel where no one but the owners recognized him (the lady of the house absolutely fawned over him, called him strawberry boy, chided him for being gone for so long).

You used maybe two braincells that weekend — he made sure of that. Every whim, he tended to. If you wanted coffee, he went to the market and fetched you something freshly ground with notes of toffee and dark chocolate. If your stomach rumbled, he sat you down on the kitchen counter and fixed you lemon pasta, fed you dates by hand while the sauce settled, stole kisses in-between bites — cupped your face in his hands and licked into your mouth and said “feel so lucky, can’t believe your here, are you happy, what do you need, whatever you want, wanna give you everything…”.

You let him fuck you during that trip. After a dreamy morning picnicking with a jar of strawberry preserves and fresh bread and heavenly salted butter, and a whole day at the markets where he bought you a whole new wardrobe, gently insisting that he wanted to do this for you. “Harry, this is vintage alaïa, I don’t need that” you’d said. “You’re a stylist, sweetheart, might come in handy — and you’ve been eyeing it up since you saw it, at least try it on, yeah? See how you feel after”.

You’d tried it on, and it fit so perfect your mouth went a little dry — and his eyes on you, the way he smoothed his hands over your hips and told you that “you look so pretty, angel, prettiest fucking thing I ever saw” made you light-headed, running your thighs together in the dressing room. He liked doing that to you, putting you in pretty things, seeing you admire yourself. He bought you the alaïa, the cavalli handbag, a silk Gucci scarf — he was still polite, still your sweet thoughtful boy, but you could see through the cracks to what lay beneath that. The power he held over you, the obvious pleasure he took in being able to take care of you, showering you in nice things, the way he made you feel you didn’t have to think about anything when you were with him because he could do the thinking for you.

That’s the man that took you to bed. The one that told you to put your pretty new things away and wait for him in the bedroom while he tucked the groceries away. The one who met you with hungry eyes when he found you stripped down to your new chocolate brown agent provocateur set and kneeling on the bed and just clicked his tongue and asked you if he told you to do that. Tutted when you looked at him all confused and tried to explain yourself, shushed you and said (with the same quiet intensity as the first day he met you), “not your fault baby, didn’t have to think at all today, you’re just my pretty little doll, huh?”

that’s the Harry that felt every bit of your mouth with his fingers, pressed down on your tongue until you drooled a little and then made fun of you for it. The one that wouldn’t let you touch his dick until he worked you up so good that you thought you would cry, ran his tongue over the lace on your body, teased over every single sensitive inch of you until you were shaking and begging (“please, Harry please, just touch me, anything, anything” “look at you — pretty fucking mess for me, huh? wanna see you cry, baby, can’t give you my dick unless you ask real nice for me”).

He fucked you slow and deep with a hand wrapped around your neck, told you that one day he’d buy you something shiny to lay where his hand had been, but until then you’d just have to wear his fingers around your throat — told you that it was his favorite thing you’d tried on all day, called you his doll, his baby, his perfect little slut. “M’gonna give you everything you fucking want,” he said, licking the salt off your skin as it trailed down your cheek, pulling your head back to spit in your mouth and rub it into your tongue (“filthy thing, you like that? nuh-uh? you got real tight on me, baby, you must really like that”), rolling his hips and driving in hard until your eyes rolled back and you couldn’t even find your voice to beg him for more. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you? Not gonna fight me, are you baby? Just gonna let me take care of everything, I know what you need, daddy’s gonna give you fucking everything — that’s it, angel, just shut the fuck up and take it, you’re so good at that”.

He made you come like that, and then flipped you over, lifted your hips up and licked you out from the back, slapped you across the clit if you tried to run away from it, told you to “take it, don’t fucking run, gonna make a big mess aren’t you, show me, fuckin’ show me, that’s so good, you’re so good”, and then fucked you like that — pushed your face into the mattress and laid into you until you did make a mess, till you were drooling with it.

He was back in full sweetheart mode when he was done with you — ran you a bath and toweled you dry and held you in his arms till you fell asleep, kissed your head and said “thank you, baby, did so good for me, gave me everything I’ll ever need”. He was complex like that — a menace, an angel, a demon, a fucking fairytale prince. And you were lucky enough that you got to see every inch of it, bask in the flow of it.

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[piichuu]

♡ ANNIVERSARY NIGHT - YAMADA ASAEMON SHION

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 675

DECEMBER DRABBLES

shion will never understand how he found someone like you, and how someone like you could be with someone like him.

his love for you is bigger than the universe itself, his own words, not yours. he will always take his time to give you hugs, kiss your lips, hold your hand or do something as simple as making sure you’re okay. he will go out of his way for you and will keep doing so until his dying breath.

it doesn’t matter that he cannot see your face that he swears is the most beautiful one in the world. he will love you no matter what. moving his fingers along your face to take in your features is the only thing he needs.

so it’s no surprise that he’s prepared dinner for the two of you when you arrive home from work. there are lit candles on the kitchen table together with a large meal in the middle of it.

there are a bouquet of flowers in a vase, flowers you haven’t seen in your shared apartment before. he must have bought them recently. it is your anniversary after all.

“welcome home darling,” he speaks, walking towards you who’s started taking off your jacket. “i made dinner for you, i hope it looks good. i didn’t burn the house down at least.”

you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. “it’s perfect shion, i can’t believe you pulled all of this off,” he kisses your cheek and hold you as close as he possibly can. “well, i had to do something for my sweet partner who always does so much for me already.”

he strokes your back before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen. “i made your favorites and bought some flowers as well. i hope they’re the ones i asked for, do you think they’re pretty?” “super pretty, thank you shion. you didn’t have to do all this, though. i feel bad now.”

“well, i expect a gift at least,” he chuckles and ruffles your hair. “i’m just kidding. it’s our five year anniversary and you’ve been working so much lately, of course i had to do something. i wanted to do something.”

you smile softly and press your lips to his for a quick kiss. “you’re the best. are you finished with everything or should i help with the last bits?” he shakes his head. “no, i think i should be done by now, let’s sit by the table. i’ll take care of the dishes later.”

he leads you towards the table and pulls the chair out for you, like a true gentleman before he sits down on the opposite side of the table. shion flashes you a light smile and indicates for you start putting some food on your plate.

you do as he wants and the both of you soon begin to eat. “it tastes wonderful, shion. you’re a great cook,” you speak, watching as a light blush spreads over your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“thank you, my love. it’s just for you,” he admits, lightly kicking your foot with his own which causes you to let out a quiet giggle. “is there anything else you want to do today? are you feeling tired and want to sleep?”

you shrug your shoulders but soon open your mouth to answer. “i’m tired, but we can do something if you want. it’s not like i’m just gonna fall asleep.”

shion shakes his head. “we can do more tomorrow. if you’re tired you should sleep. we’re both free from work tomorrow either way, so let’s go to sleep after this so you can rest. you’ve worked really hard today.”

he reaches for your hand over the table. “i love you a lot, my love. i’m really happy i’ve got to spend five years with you already.”

you take his hand. “i love you too, and i really hope we’ll be together for many more years.” “we’ll be together until death and even after that, darling.”

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[hussyknee]

Jiminy fucking Christmas on a pop tart.

My absolute brainless nincompoop of a five month old kitten went missing for two hours. They never wander far from me, but Éka is an escape artist with a fixation on the wet earth in the garden. I'll be shouting for him all over the house and finally find him sprawled lazily in the damp under a flower pot or in a bush. It's the only time he's quiet; otherwise he regularly echolocates wherever he is because he's 1) eternally dissatisfied with life and wants me to fix all his problems even when he doesn't know what they are, 2) his ADHD ass will follow a dandelion in the wind, and then panic when he realises he's all alone or he's climbed too high to get back down by himself.

This time though, the guy disappeared into thin air. We flung open all the cupboards, ripped apart the whole house, and my sister and the handyman we had in to repair the sink both went all around the house calling for him. Then I took their packet of kibble and walked my chronically ill, very fat ass all around the neighborhood, in Satan's own heat, yelling for little shithead. (Once following our dog, who was flattered but turned out to have no idea why I was stalking him, and once following our tomcat Kaha, who is usually vocally affronted by the kittens very existence, but turned out to have been yowling on general principle.)

Got home and collapsed in a puddle of sweat and misery, crying and hyperventilating for half an hour, only for the numbskull to wander in from the back of the house, yowling to remind me that it was lunch time and he hadn't been fed in one thousand years. Snatched him up to cover his idiot face in kisses and found he'd been investigating something interesting and stank like a hog. Immediately hauled all three of the brats into the bathroom and bathed all of us. We're now in each other's doghouses; the kittens damp, consternated and betrayed, their six collective braincells unable to fathom the reason for this cruelty, and I, flesh still sizzling like steak on a hibachi grill.

I've decided I need to 1) get some kind of religion, and 2) rename Éka. They say there are no atheists in fox holes, but being solidly unconvinced of divine intervention sucks worse when your idiot baby is missing. For the second, my former father in law, for all he is a twatwaffle, maintained that you should only name an animal something you can shout up and down the neighborhood without sounding like an asshat. This wisdom turned out to be pretty solid, because yelling for "That One! THAT ONE!" in Sinhalese* far and wide was quite embarrassing, panic notwithstanding. He's now going to be known as Mau-Mau, for his distinctive cry and chronic supplication to a higher power (me). It's what ancient Egyptians called cats, and they were really dead on about it. That there is definitely a Mau.

*The kittens' names are Éka, Méka and Moo, which in Sinhalese translates to That One, This One, and This One (emphatic, deragatory). Context:

(Five months ago.)

Mum: "Do not name them, because we're NOT going to keep them!"

Me: "Well, what are we supposed to call them meantime?"

Le Asshole, henceforth named Mau.

#Éka Méka Moo #kitties #kittens #cats #cattos #kittehs #cat mom #knee of huss #life update #Méka Mau Moo

[starry-blue-echoes]

OK COOL SO-

In ASBR there's a fight between Yukako and Bucciarati, in which Yukako is aware of the inner workings of Passione, and even Bucciarati is surprised at how she knows. And that made me think "Oh Yukako's definitely part of the mafia" so now I have a Yukako joins the Bucci gang au. Basically after Part 4 Yukako's family moves to Italy and she and Koichi have a long-distance relationship as she keeps him from finding out she just joined a mafia because Koichi would just. Instantly blue screen at that fact. Also because Giorno steals Koichi's bag Yukako finds out and destroys him. As a treat <3 I have a whole fic about this if you're interested in it, plus art of Yukako in the Part 5 style I made.

BSFVNSRFNSBHBSHVBS W H E E Z E -

I'd love to read the fic if you'd like to share, but also I brought this up to an irl friend of mine, he thought it was hilarious, and I hope you don't mind if I ramble to you about some of the Thoughts we came up with for our own spin on the idea-

(also I'm writing this in the "universe" of my Cinderella Rewrite, just so I feel more comfortable with yukakoi just a heads up thanks okay bye)

so sort of a headcanon for me to start things off, but Yukako's parents are both very wealthy but also very VERY absent, and once she hit middle school they stopped hiring babysitters to watch her so she was more or less on her own aside from a handful of incredibly scant visits/phone calls. She never knew exactly where their wealth came from but it wasn't really like she could ask so

but then fast forward to the end of her first year of high school and her parents suddenly drop the bomb that they're moving for "business" reasons and she's going to live in Italy. Naturally she's completely heartbroken because she has a life here. Friends and a boyfriend and people she'd honestly call family, and now her parents are making her leave it all behind without so much as an explanation

it's..... definitely rough, but made a bit easier by how Koichi swears he'll do everything he can to stay in contact. They have calls at minimum four times a week, send each other packages all the time, and just do what they can because they genuinely want this relationship to work out

as for Yukako's decent into Passione Things and joining the Bucci Gang...... I'll admit, I'm not super sure how exactly at the moment. I want to keep it with the theme of how Bucciarati helps her out in some way, and I do have the mental image that she didn't spend a lot of time at home because the house was way too big and empty and it was honestly driving her crazy. He probably saved/helped her somehow and Yukako, who's been honestly starved of any kind of Positive Adult Attention since Morioh, just decides "welp, guess I'll die for him"

I think it would be funny if she didn't actually join the gang at first, she just kinda.... sneakily helps him out from a distance. She knows Stand Magnetism would force her to meet some Stand Users eventually, so at least this way she's doing it on her own terms. Of course she's eventually caught, but she does impress them with her knowledge on Stands and ability to use hers, so New Teammate Obtained

Yukako definitly gives them a different perspective on Stands. She's pretty cagey about the specific details of where she moved from, but they do know it has a pretty big Stand community and she's been in a fair amount of fights. They also know she has a boyfriend whom she loves greatly and if anything happens to him Someone Was Definitly Going To Die

I can see Yukako and Fugo are both Besties and Worsties, bonding over being Rich Kids With Shitty Parents and also the only ones who posses a whole Two(2) braincells all for themselves, but they also have two of the worst tempers and when they fight it's bad. She also manages to get on Abbacchio's Not Bad side somehow and the two like to vibe silently together like a pair of cats

and I had. Such a funy sorta angst idea for a way for canon to go (and everyone lives because Fuck Canon &lt;3)

so like. What if Koichi took the mission because it would be an excuse to visit Yukako. And the trip was supposed to be that week.

so ontop of the general stress of everything, Yukako is At Her Fucking Limit right now because she's supposed to be hanging out with her boyfriend for the first time in nearly 2 years, not going on the Worst Roadtrip Ever, she didn't even get a chance to tell him where she was going because this trip came out of nowhere-

and then by the time everything is over and Yukako gets back to Naples (still a little bit banged up from the last fight) it's unfortunately Koichi's last day here

were Diavolo not stuck in that death loop she would've ripped him to pieces with her bare hands

but then for a bit of fluff, a few months later thanks to the whole "now controlling the entire Italian underground which is a rather lucrative career" they're able to invite Koichi back so the two can hang out together for realsies this time

BUT in true Koichi fashion (for some crack), he accidentally gets ropped into Stand shenanigans and kidnapped again leading to a massive goose chase around the city

#initial thoughts #coda di cavallo #(listen brain has spent literal months trying to figure out an au name this is the best I've got-) #cinderella rewrite #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #golden wind spoilers #jjba part 5 #jjba yukako #yukako yamagishi #jjba koichi #koichi hirose #jjba bucciarati #bruno bucciarati #jjba fugo #panacotta fugo #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #sb answers #missmako chan

[krethes]

Snippet Tag!

This is a sneak peek at Chapter 8 of Neon Moon. Writing this section was something I went back and forth on, because unlike most of what I write: I've introduced some characters that are directly from my life. See if you can guess who. (It's not hard.)

An enormous dog stood amid the grazing cattle, occasionally looking around but ignoring the horses and their humans. "Wait! Whose dog is that?" Sirius was pretty sure he'd never seen that one before. The ones he'd seen were small, sleek things: fast and agile. The dog there was big: tall and broad, with thick sable fur, a mane-like ruff, and a tail that curled over his back.  "Oh him?" Remus smiled. "That's Carrot. He's one of ours. But he's a livestock guardian so he doesn't really do the house dog life like this pampered girl," he explained with a nod at Marea, still balanced comfortably on the rolled up blanket behind Az's saddle.  "Guardian? What's he guarding against?" Mary asked, looking around for any apparent danger. "Bears?" "Well, yeah, actually." "Wait, what-" "Let him finish, Mary!" Lily chided.  Remus just shrugged. "There are bears and mountain lions and cougars out here, plus some coyotes and there's been some wolf sightings lately. Haven't seen any myself and they're mainly up in Tahoe, but urban sprawl has 'em coming down this way more and more." Sirius looked back out at the dog, who finally looked at them, and when he locked eyes with Remus, he wagged his tail and slowly ambled up to their little band. "Can I pet him?" Remus laughed. "He's prob'ly gross as hell, but have at it. He doesn't do any tricks, though. When he's not havin' to make his own decisions out here, he gives all his braincells to his brother Vimes, who should be around here- ah. There he is." Sirius turned to Flo's squeal, where a slightly smaller dog the same color as Carrot was nosing around at her horse's side bag, where Sirius knew the oat cakes were kept.  "Ay, gordo, basta ya!" Remus scolded. The other dog—Vimes—took several steps back, his ears splayed out to the side, and ambled away with one final longing look at the bag. "Sorry 'bout him. He's a fatass. …Affectionately, I guess." Remus rolled his eyes, but hopped off of Az to give both dogs a scratch behind the ears when they came back up to him.   Vimes didn't seem to want anything to do with them now that treats were off the table, but Carrot's tail gave a slow, lazy wag as he submitted to Sirius's petting. His head was soft and a little droopy—from a copperhead snake bite, Remus said—and he was pretty manky, but Sirius wiped the dog grime off on his jeans in a very brave show of manliness.

Some context below the cut. C/W: pet loss

Carrot & Vimes were the first dogs my now-husband and I adopted as a couple together, back in 2013. We went in with the intention to adopt ONLY Carrot (then called Pecan) but when we saw him running around with his littermate Vimes (then called Mesquite), and ignoring their 4 sisters, we couldn't say no. It was a dumb idea because lol littermate syndrome and lol college schedules, but we loved the hell out of these dogs.

Before we'd gotten them, Carrot had been bitten TWICE by a copperhead in the face (didn't learn the first time I guess), they'd had sarcoptic mange, and had been skunked twice and put under two rabies quarantines. Carrot's face was always a little droopy.

He was my heart dog. Stupid as fuck, good god...not an intelligent thought in there, but he was a loving, protective, wall of a dog at 110 pounds and nearly 3 feet at the shoulder. A DNA test said they were Great Pyrenees, Newfoundland, White Swiss Shepherd, and a whole lotta "we dunno, mixed breed", and Carrot looked just like a Pyr who had been dipped in some German Shepherd paint.

He passed away last August, right around the time I was writing Chapter 1 of Neon Moon. He was nearly 10, so definitely a senior citizen for a giant breed, and I still miss the hell out of him. Vimes is still alive and kickin', diabetes and blindness be damned, lol.

In the photo, Carrot is on the left and his grumpy brother Vimes on the right.

It feels apt to say that those who love us never really leave us, and I hope that by sharing a little bit of this dog with y'all, he can continue to be remembered in the hearts of my readers.

#tag game #snippet #wip #neon moon

[goldnrry]

Fic idea I probably will never write but would love to read under the cut

(Sorry this is not a girl’s girls supporting girls concept because i like drama)

You are a fan, normal girl with a boring 9 to 5 job you hate and have an one night stand with harry by some miracle (you lifetime dream) (this is absolutely self inserted and im half embarrassed)

Maybe you meet at a bar or something or you occasionally do pilates together or you even work at his dentist office

so maybe it’s a reoccurring thing or just a one night thing

After a while you find you you are pregnant and try to talk to him but it’s hard to reach him and when you finally say fuck it and goes to his house to tell him he is already dating someone or is back with his ex he was on a break with when he got you pregnant but you tell him, very shyly now because you feel like you are ruining something and the girl is not welcoming

Alternative: he sees your dms asking to meet up and he very politely declines telling you he is with someone and you are like oh ok loosing the bravery you had to tell him, but one night you say fuck it and text “im pregnant” turns off your phone in a panic and opens you phone hours later to your inbox flooded with him

Anyways you run some tests, baby is really his and you start talking more now that you are planning on coparenting

And you actually get along really well because you share the same comedy braincells

And you try to not let it show how much you like him because he has a gf and you dont want him to be with you only because you are pregnant with his baby, but like… you have a crush obviously

But he is so gentle and protective of you, there where a few occasions where he left his gf in the middle of something to pic you up or your are no feeling well and it starts taking a tool on his relationship

Scene ideas:

first of all when finally comes to his senses he likes you and break things off with his gf he casually calls you at night asking what your craving of the day is so he can bring it to you, then he tells you he broke things of and you are like “oh are you ok what happened” he looks at you for a while before replying he realised he’d rather spend his time with you two while touching your bump

Maybe you get invited to his birthday or something with all his friends and girlfriend that is near a body of water so you have a bikini on), harry is always touching you small bump and at sone point he gives in to a intrusive tough and start pressing kisses to your belly, you stay wide eyed and frozen because thats waaaay to intimate, his girlfriend is shooting darts with her eyes and the whole party is 🫣 looking between you twi and the girlfriend but he is oblivious and maybe you gently try to call him out like “harry maybe that was too much for our situation”

Maybe he is avoiding drinking and any other drugs in support of you and his gf gets annoyed “she’s not even here with us you can have a fucking glass”

Emotional moments on doctor’s appointments and buying baby stuff

Harry telling you he will stay with you, you just have to say so to him and he will, and you are crying saying of course you want you have the biggest feelings and admiration for him and now that you got to know him you love him but you are terrified of him just being excited about the pregnancy and he will get bored of you and leave you for somebe else he develops an administration for

Idk lots of yearning and angst and tension but with an happy ending

He keeps denying for a while and staying in his relationship, but there are also moments where he blurts out things like “fuck I really want to kiss you” when he is dropping you off with his car one night and you are like obviously i do too so much, but you have a girlfriend, are you really into me or are you turned on just because i pregnant with your baby and the moment you get bored you will trade me for someone else?

And a looooooooooot of him being an aquarius man with commitment issues

And he just fucking loves watching how much you are loving being pregnant 🥹 you always have a hand on your bump making this face🥹 and you even blurt out sometimes thinks like “i look so cuuuuuute” but it breaks his heart when overheard you venting out to a friend about how much you love being pregnant but you are so sad you dont get to do this with your forever person

HE CALLS YOU MAMA IN THE CUTES MOST ENDEARED VOICE

Idk if i want the baby to be born on his birthday or for you two to be together yet buttttt he wants the baby next to him when he blow his bday candles so is either the baby in his arms or you standing next to him

#if anyone want to write it👀

[snezfics-n-shit]

yhnrmt - 3 boyfriends 0 braincells

First I want to thank @fluziska for being my rubber duck and putting up with me, I couldn't have shaped the antics of these three without their help.

Lar.ry returns from touring overseas. Mil.es has too much pride and Pho.eni.x accidentally enables him. Gu.msh.oe is a real pal. This story of sorts went through so many rewrites I cannot stress this enough.

     Larry had a habit of not telling his boyfriends when he’d be back in the country. He liked to surprise them as much as possible, even if it meant walking in on the two being intimate. He’s seen worse, he reasoned. Besides, what better time to surprise the couple than after a year in Europe? It’s not like Miles hadn’t done the exact same thing. Sure, that was prompted by a call Larry made, but other than that, it was the same.

Without thinking about how he would announce his return, Larry enthusiastically unlocked the front door and was greeted not by a human, but a large, very fluffy, white dog.

“Pess!” He cheered, happily accepting the dog’s wet kisses on his cheeks. What a lovebug she was! 

“It’s a good thing you’re not a burglar, Larry.” Phoenix observed as he stepped into the living room to spot him. “I wish you would’ve told us you were coming back so soon. We haven’t had time to straighten up the house.”

“A little surprise never hurt anyone, has it? Besides, I’m perfectly capable of cleaning up if you need me to.” Larry stood up straight with a final good pet on the top of Pess’s head. “So,” he cleared his throat, “what have you guys been up to while I was gone? It’s actually been pretty lonely at Franzy and her wife’s place. Our schedules kept missing each other, we hardly had time to talk about another book deal. She agreed on it, by the way.” 

“That’s great, Larry!” Phoenix smiled in pride before kissing Larry on the cheek. “Maya managed to get in another incident a few months ago, but as usual, I defended her and she’s off the hook. Here’s hoping she stays that way.”

“Heh, that’s Maya for- for yhh–!!” Larry was caught off guard by a powerful tickle in the back of his nose; Phoenix also seemed a bit unprepared for what was coming. “Hh’ggtish! Hn’KKSHiu!” Larry made a small gasp and turned away, keeping his head down. “Hhg’tisHHu!! Kk’tshiiu! K’kCHIUU!!”

“Wow, bless you. You’re not getting sick, are you?” 

Larry didn’t even have to look at Phoenix to know he was turning red from watching the display.

“No, no.” Larry insisted. “I feel completely fine.” He sniffled. “I promise!”

“For heaven’s sake…” Another voice joined the conversation: Miles. “You didn’t use any of the hand sanitizer I packed in your bag. You’ve been signing books in libraries filled with preschoolers, and who knows what everyone’s touched before boarding your flights…”

“Edgey, calm down!” Larry set down his bag and opened it to dig up an empty hand sanitizer bottle. “See? I used the whole thing! Used up the last little bit as soon as I was dropped off in front of the house.”

“Hmm…” Miles tapped his elbow with his index finger, sighing through his nose as he evaluated the situation. “Nothing wrong with some extra precaution.” He held his hand out to Larry. “Come on, love. Let’s get some Vitamin C in you.” 

“Like orange juice or is this an innuendo?” Larry smirked.

“Orange juice.” Miles corrected quickly. He was unaffected when Larry groaned in disappointment and simply led him to the dining room table so he could serve him a tall glass of juice.

Larry downed the juice quickly. If any cold was even thinking of settling in his system, he had surely just given it a run for its money. After all, last time he checked, Miles always bought the fancy vitamin-enriched orange juice, just like the kind Larry had seen in Franziska’s fridge.

“Done!” He beamed. “I feel better already! Picture of health!”

“Are you sure you’re alright? Cold or no cold, wouldn’t you rather get some rest after such an exhausting tour?” Miles asked. “We could draw you a hot bath, give you a massage…” 

“I mean, if you want to skip to what I got you guys as souvenirs, that’s okay too!” 

“You brought souvenirs? You know you didn’t have to do that.” Phoenix said that as if he wasn’t immediately curious about what Larry had gotten the married couple. 

“Of course I brought souvenirs! You don’t just visit three countries in Europe without buying something to bring back home. I mean, who would do that?” Larry shot a teasing glance at Miles. “I wasn’t sure how long the trip back home was gonna be, and Franzy’s place was packed to the brim with kombucha and stuff from her last health kick, so no snacks this time. Sorry about that.”

Miles couldn’t help but sigh, making a mental note to ask Franziska just what purpose a fridge stuffed with kombucha would serve, besides to give him a headache when she inevitably urges him to try it too.

“Okay, guys, I think you’re going to love these!” Larry made his way back into the living room for his bags, and Pess seemed curious enough to follow him there. “Don’t worry, girl,” he chuckled as he pressed a fist under his nose, “I got something for you, too.” He dug out three boxes from one of his suitcases, all cutlery from the countries he visited. “Ta da!”

Phoenix and Miles admired the images on the boxes; Phoenix couldn’t understand a word any of them said, but he knew enough about Larry’s taste in cookware to get the idea that these had to be high quality. 

“You bought three sets?” Miles’s eyes widened as he mentally calculated what must have been the cost. “I hope you were able to keep yourself fed.”

“I promise that was not a problem!” Larry assured him, sniffling. “Remember?” He sniffled again. “I was stayi’g with Fradzy!”

Phoenix’s expression fell from a fascinated one to one of concern.

“Are you, uh, doing okay?” 

“Yeah! Just gotta grab a tissue.” Larry yanked one of the soft tissues from a cravat themed tissue box Phoenix had bought as a joke. He took his sweet time blowing his nose, leaving Phoenix and Miles wondering if he really needed to take that long or he just liked the brand. He finally successfully tossed the tissue into the nearest trash bin and continued on with the souvenir gifting.

“Larry, you sound awful–” Miles tried to add, but Larry had already shifted his focus elsewhere.

 “Now, it’s Pess’s turn!” He grabbed a different bag and pulled out a large collection of premium dog treats; as he did so, he could hear Edgeworth muttering something about ‘spoiling her rotten,’ which Pess absolutely deserved to be! “I got to meet Shoe’s nutritionist and she set me up with all these!”

“Shoe?” Phoenix blinked. “The cat?”

“The cat has a nutritionist…” Miles processed the words slowly as they left his lips.

“Yeah, I mean, why not? Cats gotta eat well, too.” Larry shrugged with a grin before turning to the gift’s recipient. “So, what do you think, girl?” 

Pess responded by nuzzling against Larry’s cheek and then promptly shoving her nose onto the treat bag in hopes of digging right into its contents. 

“Looks like she likes it.” Miles observed, chuckling. “Unfortunately, it’s much too late for her to be eating more treats.”

Larry and Pess both looked at Miles’s face with nearly matching pouts. 

“You want me to starve her?” Larry accused. “So mean, Edgey. I can’t believe– Hh! Kk'sshhnn!! Kk’tshu!” Larry prematurely ended his complaints with a small groan, scrubbing his nose with his hands. “Gghhh… it itches…” He mumbled to himself.

“Larry… Maybe you should get some sleep.” Phoenix suggested very delicately. 

“You sure?” Larry sniffled. “I guess it is pretty late…” He conceded before yawning.

“We’ll see you in the morning.” Miles kissed the top of Larry’s head to send him on his way to the guest bedroom.

Phoenix and Miles watched quietly as Larry headed to get some sleep, and once the door had closed, the two looked at each other. 

“You don’t think…” Phoenix started.

“Absolutely not!” Miles scoffed. He knew where Phoenix was going and he was not going to have any of it.

Miles and Phoenix weren’t aware of it, but Miles’s response managed to carry across the hallway, enough for Larry to hear bits and pieces of the conversation. 

Eventually, the sounds of disagreements and Miles’s flair for the dramatic coming out in full force grabbed Larry’s attention enough for him to want to listen in. He peeked his head out the guest bedroom door. While it was easier to hear the conversation continuing in the living room, he couldn’t grasp the entire context of what his boyfriends were discussing.

“I have her papers kept in my office if you’re doubting me!” Miles huffed. 

“I never doubted that for a second, just you’re forgetting one thing…” Phoenix’s voice got infuriatingly softer, saying something that made Miles gasp in offense. 

“She is a lady, Phoenix!” 

“I never doubted that either!”

Ladies? Papers? Were they so sick of Larry they were setting him up with a woman? At least Nicky might be vouching for him. 

“If she is causing issues, it has to be something else.” Miles said adamantly.

“Like what?”

“Well, there are…” Miles’s list was hard to hear from afar, but Larry noticed it was rather long.

Phoenix lowered his head and sighed. Was this when he would finally talk some sense into Miles? When he’d say ‘Larry’s a great guy and we should keep him forever!’

“We could send him over to Gumshoe, maybe? See how he is there?” 

What!?

So Larry was wrong. Nick was voting for sending him away to Gumshoe, now. Gumshoe seemed happily married to Maggey, though… Was this Nick’s way of saying ‘go wreck someone else’s marriage?’

“And then you’ll see he’ll be just fine, I’m sure of it!” Miles assured with a grin. 

Larry didn’t think he was going to be just fine at all. Being sent away, after all he’s done. He wondered if tomorrow, this will all have blown over and his boyfriends will have forgotten this awful plan of theirs. That’s it, he was going to go to bed and in the morning, no one would mention sending him away to Gumshoe or anything! 

Perfect.

. . .

“Good morning, love!” Miles greeted Larry from the kitchen, carrying a large plate of pancakes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, actually.” 

It looked like Miles and Phoenix had a good night’s sleep as well, given neither of them looked like they were intending on sending Larry to go bother Gumshoe like he had feared. 

“Are you feeling any better?” Phoenix asked, genuinely concerned and lacking that purr he had when asking such things out of pure lust. 

“Yup!” Larry confirmed with a nod. “I guess I was just beat from all the travel yesterday.” He looked around. “Where’s Pess?”

“Out basking in the sun as usual.” Miles answered. “Best to not disturb her nap,” he advised. “Speaking of Pess, I wanted to get your opinion on something, Larry.”

“Well, my opinion is she’s a very good girl!” Larry beamed.

“No, no.” Miles looked at Phoenix for a quick second before returning his attention to Larry. “Her groomer recommended a spectacular new shampoo, and I’d like to know what you thought about it. You did see a lot of pet experts while you were abroad, did you not?”

“Oh, yeah! Cat experts, mostly, but I probably picked up some knowledge on grooming products for dogs, too, without knowing…” 

“Perfect!” 

Miles ran off to the special bathroom almost entirely dedicated to Pess; anyone else might have said that such a room would be excessive, but Miles would insist those people were completely wrong. 

“What’s got him so happy?” Larry tilted his head.

“He’s just being… Miles again.” Phoenix sighed. “Just humor him.”

“I’ve never had any objections to that.” Larry shrugged. “Except maybe when he wanted me to bring that heavy Steel Samurai suit home and into the bedroom…” 

Phoenix blinked in surprise. Miles never told him about that particular encounter; he couldn’t believe they had been married for years and Miles was still such a mystery sometimes. 

“I found it!” Miles presented the pink shampoo bottle that looked better taken care of than most bottles he owned meant for human use. “What do you think, love?” 

“Well, uh,” Larry sniffed the bottle, “there are definitely notes of… peanut butter?” He raised a brow. “You know, I was kind of expecting something a little fancier.”

Miles frowned; Larry took that to mean he might have been offended at the implication Pess wasn’t fancy.

“Dogs just like peanut butter.” Phoenix explained, hoping to draw attention away from the confusion and disappointment he could feel radiating from his husband. “I grew up with cats, so that fact was new to me, too, when Miles and I started living together.” He was only half lying, since he had seen plenty of dogs enjoy the creamy treat before even befriending Miles, but it made for a much less tense conversation while Miles collected himself.

“Well then,” Miles cleared his throat, “we were wondering if you could drop this off at the Gumshoe residence this morning while we ran some errands. The detective has been dying to try this on Missile.”

There it was, Larry being sent off to Gumshoe’s, but— for an errand? That wasn’t half as bad as he thought! 

"I can absolutely do that!" Larry accepted the request with glee, puzzling his boyfriends with this reaction. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you just wanted to share Pess's beauty routine." 

Phoenix and Miles looked at each other, both shrugging. As long as Larry was willing, everything would go smoothly… or, well, about as smoothly as their plan could possibly go.

As soon as Larry was out the door, much sooner than his boyfriends predicted, the two lawyers began to discuss their intentions for this errand.

"Do you really think this was the best way we could've done this?" Phoenix asked.

"I'm not going to just let Pess's qualifications as a hypoallergenic dog be questioned. Larry will be fine with a common dog like Missile who lacks access to all the high end grooming products Pess does, and then we can narrow things down from there." Miles proudly insisted that was the only way this could possibly turn out. "Pess is a very special and clean young lady, you know!" 

"Yeah, I know, babe, you told me that when you first got the idea last night. But what are you going to do if he isn't fine with Missile?"

"... That won't happen. I can assure you!"

… 

It happened. It was evident the moment Miles opened the door to greet Detective Gumshoe, who was resting his hand on the shoulder of a very pink-faced (and wet) Larry. 

"I don't think your boyfriend's feeling too good, pal." The detective observed softly. 

“I’b fide.” Larry didn’t sound all too convincing there. “It’s dot a big deal.” He sniffled. “I just– H’kksshh!! H'hggshhi! Hhg’tisHHu!!”

“Bless you! You look awful.” Phoenix pulled Larry into a hug. “It’s our fault, putting you through this.”

“No, it’s mine.” Miles spoke up. “I was caught up in my pride, and because of that–”

“What are you talki’g about? I bade the choice to play with Bissile.” Larry shrugged, completely unaware of the bomb he had just dropped. 

“You… You–!!” Miles stammered.

“I forgot to tell you guys, huh. Fradzy got pretty bad at be for that, too, actually… I guess I did’t wadt you guys to be weird about it, which you, uh, sorta did.” 

“Miles was the most weird about it.” Phoenix added with a smirk. 

“Well, isn’t this nice!” Gumshoe commented, seeming relieved to see the three come to as close to an understanding as they could get. “Are you gonna be okay now, pal?” He asked Larry.

“Yeah! I got the best boyfriehds id the world!”

“Awww,” Phoenix couldn’t help himself.

“And we have the best source of headaches in the world.” Miles kissed Larry on the cheek. 

“Yup,” Larry beamed, “that would be— hey!!”

In all fairness, the three gave each other an equal share of headaches, and were sure to give each other plenty more.

#snez attorney #yhnrmt brainrot time #my writing #my fics

[thewayyoosmile]

taeten, PG13 arranged marriage, fantasy au

Ten puts the last earring on and turns to Hendery.

“So? How do I look?” 

Hendery looks him up and down, expression pensive as he takes Ten in, dressed in tight leather pants and a black blazer with nothing underneath it.

“Well… It depends. What is our goal tonight again?”

“To establish dominance, of course.” Ten rolls his eyes at him.

“By looking like you are dressed for the night out and not for the engagement?”

Ten barely resist rolling his eyes again as he looks pointedly at Hendery’s beige shirt and chequered vest, lips twisted in mild distaste.

“That’s strategic planning.”

“I think you underestimate your future betrothal. They are not animals and the guy is a clan’s leader, so I guess he has to have more than two braincells.” Hendery reasons, knowing it will fall on deaf ears. He doesn’t dare say anything else. After all, he is not the one getting engaged to a total stranger to give relationship advices.

“We’ll see.” Ten checks himself in the mirror once again and walks out of the room.

Everyone else has already gathered in the living room by the time Ten and Hendery make it downstairs.

“What the hell are you wearing? Go change. Our guests will be here any minute now,” Kun says as soon as he sees Ten’s outfit.

Ten just scoffs at him and doesn’t move from his spot. The rest of his clan members are wearing formal clothes in light colours, except Yangyang, who’s sporting his usual grey hoodie.

Kun doesn’t have time to nag him further, as the doorbell signals their guests’ arrival. Ten braces himself, slipping a cold, polite mask on that looks more predatory than welcoming as their guests step in the room.

For a second, Ten think they had the wrong house. He doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t a fashion show. He notes with surprise designer jackets and jewellery, stylish haircuts and expensive perfume. Intrigued, he watches the tallest man greeting everyone enthusiastically as they enter, then mutters to Hendery, “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

They wait until Kun finishes with the pleasantries, so he can be introduced properly as the main reason they all gathered here today. Ten scans the room again when he sees another man approaching him.

“Taeyong, the clan’s leader,” he says as he looks Ten in the eyes.

Ten freezes for a second, caught of guard, but then puts on his best smile, shaking his outstretched hand, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet. Name is Ten.”

As they sit down to discuss the arrangement, Ten tunes them out, knowing Kun will tell him the details later.

He chooses to focus his attention on the leader instead.

He's got short grey hair, sharp features and big round eyes, that make him deceptively innocuous. Ten doesn’t know how he managed to skip him in the crowd. He has that calm, unassuming presence about him, that comes with power. He carries himself so calm and sure, suggesting depths of hidden strength.

It definitely makes Ten curious. He wants to know more about him, about his mismatched clan, because they don’t look like a typical pack of wolves Ten has met before. He ignores Hendery’s ‘told you so’ face at the end of the visit and makes a mental note to be more prepared for their next meeting.

#taeten #fics #unfinished draft

[evelhak]

Old art #18: Self portrait

Lol I found this one I had made for my DeviantArt profile in I'm guessing 2011, so I was probably 17. I was not that cute. Arina Tanemura was in my head. (Can you tell how much I had been reading Shinshi Doumei Cross, just by looking at that hair and face? Wasn't that some manga, huh. Would certainly spark... conversations these days. But even looking back, there were a few things that were quite captivating and great about it.)

Meet my whole cat gang. If you've been here a while, you already know Bell, she's the grey one. A little princess with two braincells and a bottomless stomach. Eats literally like a snake, without chewing. She's the pinnacle of self-centredness which she gets away with because she's just so dumb. Also very loud and fond of crocodile tears. Really, the complete lack of self-awareness is impressive. The way she walks through life sticking her butt and puke exactly where she pleases at any time she pleases reminds me of the people I was always kinda jealous of. The ones who can be as unapologetically annoying, shallow, selfish and boasty as they want and most people still love them. Probably because they are very pretty and perceived to be too stupid to be held accountable for their lack of consideration of others. Bell is also so pretty everyone compliments her face, her bones, her colour and the pattern of her fur. My drawing really doesn't do her much justice. Her beauty is very superficial and decreases significantly as soon as she moves or opens her mouth, because she just looks that dumb doing anything. But alas, I love her.

Then we have Aatu, the black one, who is Bell's kitten actually. Still small in this picture but he grew up looking a lot like his dad who was a neighbourhood cat and the biggest one I had ever seen. Very hairy, clearly some Norwegian forest cat in him. Aatu ran away when he was two, but I think in truth he just got hit by a car or eaten by a fox because he had zero self-preservation instinct and half a braincell. He went towards all animals and cars in oblivious curiosity as they approached him. He was attracted to the vacuum cleaner when it was on. He was literally not scared of anything. He thought he was a dog, an owl, a cow, and also human. He loved when you made him slide across the floor. He loved to be dragged around and ruffled in all ways. He didn't know how to hiss, growl or make any type of angry or dissatisfied sound. He was very, very happy. Apparently too happy and unbothered by anything to survive.

Then there's Nöpö, the big one. He died a few years ago at 17. He was our first cat. Braincell count would compare to a human. Very sensitive, very angry, dominating but also gentle, intelligent, pessimistic and depressed. The look of his build resembled that of a lot bigger wild cats, especially when he hunted. He wanted his own space, didn't enjoy people initiating touch, he would come to you instead when he wanted it. He was always like that but it got worse when Bell came into the house and was her charming self. Nöpö's nervous system clearly couldn't handle sharing his territory and had I been able to anticipate it, I wouldn't have taken Bell. Nöpö did everything with so much more care and attention. He needed time and space, he wouldn't even be able to eat with Bell, because she gulped everything down while Nöpö chewed each bite with care, and nothing would be left for him because Bell has no concept of moderation. So Nöpö would always need to be fed in a closed room. He would attack people and other cats frequently because he just had a very strong hunting instinct ever since he was born and didn't like anyone too close unless he asked for it. But he was also very cuddly when he wanted to be, and he didn't want his people to go too far away. He would come crying after me every time I went to get mail. Classic example of "Leave me alone, no wait, where are you going??" I miss that grumpy old guy.

This wasn't supposed to be about cats but there you go.

#repostober #traditional art #original art #cat stories

[depressedbagpipe]

The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader)

Chapter five: The Nina Project

Words: 4606 Warnings: foul language, canon-typical violence, Patrick getting Vecna'd right before reader's eyes, reader being a badass and putting Jason in his place, reader clearly having ptsd but me not knowing how to properly portray it. mentions of grief and death. also god i guess? reader wears a black dress (no other physical descriptions), the Henderson siblings sharing a braincell. A/N: sorry for the long wait, guys, I've been sick for almost two weeks for absolutely no reason. so, reader gets a little plot of her own for once, and it's safe to say Eddie and her will bond for life over this. thank you so much for reading, and i hope you guys are liking the story, because we're right in the middle now! Taglist: @authorlovers, @angiewhoohooo, @thatsamegirl, @lizzy-95, @elleeeee21, @tanyaherondale, @le-who-zer-her, @toobsessedsstuff

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Chapter five: The Nina Project

The Wheelers’ basement had somehow become our headquarters, much to Karen Wheeler’s joy and Ted Wheeler’s dismay. The fact that we also somehow decided to sleep together in the same room despite the unused bedrooms upstairs was beyond my comprehension. Still, I could do little when I was awoken by Eddie’s static complaints over the walkie and incredible neck pain from falling asleep facing Max’s now empty couch.

“Wheeler! Hey,” I opened my eyes with a start, silently groaning as a massive headache made its way into my brain from the uncomfortable sleeping position. Eddie’s yells over the radio didn’t help. “Um, I’m gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world,” Nancy quickly cut him off.

“No. No, no, no, don’t do that,” I rolled my eyes at him, closing my eyes again, fighting to stay awake. “Just, stay where you are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can,” Nancy answered, rubbing her own eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, um… can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves,” both Nancy and I sighed in annoyance.

I was about to respond from my place when Nancy rushed to her feet with panic in her voice.

“Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back,” she put the walkie down and quickly rushed to Dustin, who was asleep on the floor, hitting his head on the screen behind him as he opened his eyes, completely disoriented.

“Whoah,” he said as he focused his eyes on Nancy, who shook him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on Max's watch?” with that I opened my eyes again, squinting as I looked to find Max gone.

“Yep. Yep, yep, yep. Sorry,” he too rubbed his eyes, closing them for a second.

“Then where is she?”

Dustin frowned. “She’s right there,” he pointed to the empty couch the redhead had fallen asleep on. “A second ago. I swear, I just dozed off for…” panicking, he checked his wrist, his voice trailing off. “An hour,” he whispered.

I quickly stood on my feet, all sleep wearing off as the three of us rushed upstairs, walking towards the entrance of the house before finding Max sitting on the kitchen table, her headphones on as she drew something, with Nancy’s little sister, Holly, next to her. We sighed in relief at the sight, my heart immediately calming down.

“Morning, guys!” Karen Wheeler’s chipper voice greeted us. “Everything okay?” she asked as she put freshly baked pancakes on a plate on the kitchen island. 

We all nodded, trying to appear normal. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s okay,” Nancy answered.

Max turned her head to us, waving slightly at us from her seat.

“I think it’s so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this,” Karen continued. 

“Could try sticking together at a different house for a change,” Ted, on the contrary, added.

Nancy ignored her father and sat down next to Max.

Karen turned to Dustin and me, looking at us with a fond smile. She had always been like a second mother to us, given that we were both best friends with her children. 

“You know you’re welcome anytime,” she said.

“Totally. You’re like family,” Dustin said.

I nodded. “Of course, Mrs. Wheeler, we’re very grateful you’re letting us stay here,” I too answered.

“May I?” Dustin approached the pancakes, his stomach growling at the sight.

“Absolutely,” Karen answered, handing him the plate in her hand with a smile. “I’ll get you another one,” she told me as she reached for another one for me. 

Dustin started pouring some onto his plate.

“Yeah, why not? Take us for all we’re worth,” Ted complained as he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes not even lifting from his newspaper.

“Okay,” Dustin and I said cheekily at the same time, pouring ourselves more food.

Nancy and Max were already talking when we sat down at the table with them.

“But when I made it here… I dunno, something was different. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn’t want me there,” Max was explaining something to Nancy.

My eyes quickly scanned over her drawings, an immediate feeling of terror washing over my body as I tried to picture what happened after she told us what she saw.

“Maybe you infiltrated his mind,” Dustin offered. “He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big of a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?”

“Like Freddie Krueger’s boiler room!” I gasped, making Dustin gasp as well as we looked at each other.

“Freddie Krueger?” Holly suddenly asked, scaring me for a second as I had completely forgotten her presence at the table.

Dustin got technical. “He’s a super burned-up dude with razors for fingers, and he kills you in your dreams,” he explained to Holly, who looked at him with a disgusted look.

“Dustin, seriously?” Nancy shut him up.

“Sorry. It’s a movie, it’s not real,” he apologized before returning to the conversation. “Just… think about it. What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna’s world? Like, maybe the answer we’re looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing,” he grabbed one of Max’s papers, holding it before his eyes, trying to make sense of it. I too stared at it, squinting my eyes. “God, we need Will,” Dustin exclaimed.

“No shit,” Max said, clearly annoyed at him. “But I tried them again this morning, and it’s the same busy signal,” she continued.

Nancy grabbed one of the drawings. “Is this a window?”

Max nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Stained glass with roses?” Nancy tried again.

“Yeah,” she answered again. “See? I’m not so terrible after all,” she shot a glare at Dustin.

“Yeah, well, it helps that I’ve seen it before,” Nancy started folding and putting the pieces together, grabbing another pen and drawing a thick black line around the edges, the sight of a familiar house suddenly coming clean on the table. 

“It’s pieces of a house,” Max noted.

“Not just any house. It’s Victor Creel’s house,” Nancy concluded. She grabbed the papers and stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, my mouth full of pancakes.

“Waking the others,” Nancy answered, walking down the stairs.

We quickly followed after her. Dustin grabbed another pancake and ran down the stairs with it. 

I stopped in my tracks as an idea popped into my head.

“Hey, Mrs. Wheeler, do you think I could bring some of these pancakes to my mom? You know she’s a huge fan of your cooking,” I asked with the most innocent smile I could muster.

Karen Wheeler, with a sweet smile in return, nodded profusely, quickly putting together a nice amount of food in a small Tupperware and giving it to me.

“Tell her I said hello and that I will call her later, okay?” she called after me as I too walked towards their basement.

“Will do!”

Tews greeted me when I opened the door. I could hear my mother on the other side of the house, walking around while opening and closing her drawers. I silently slipped inside, closing the door softly behind me and trying to shush Tews as it meowed at me.

“Who is it?” I heard my mom yell from her room. “Are you an intruder?” she ran to the entrance, sighing in relief when she saw me.

“Yeah, an intruder that happens to have our keys,” I said as I walked towards my room. 

She blocked my path, quickly embracing me. “Honey, where were you? And where’s Dustin? You both know it’s not safe out there!” she shook my from side to side, making me slightly dizzy at the motion.

“We’re fine, don’t worry. We’ve been at the Wheelers’,” I answered. 

My mom visibly relaxed. “Still, you should’ve called me!”

I frowned as I broke the hug. “I thought Karen called you.”

“She did, but I still expect my own children to do it before giving me a heart attack!” 

I was used to her dramatic antics, but after everything that was going on, my mother’s nerves were the last thing I was worried about. 

“I promise you, we’re alright. I actually came to shower and change clothes,” I said, resuming my walk towards my room. “Here, have a pancake,” I grabbed one of the pancakes and gave it to my mom, who took it with a confused face.

“Well, of course, dear, Chrissy was your friend, it’s only fitting that you go to her funeral,” I stopped dead in my tracks at her words, opening my door slightly and poking my head out.

“The what, now?” I asked.

“Honey, it’s Chrissy’s funeral today, I told you yesterday,” she looked sympathetically at me, raising his hand to my forehead. “I know this must be hard for you, but death is part of life, and I think you’re being really strong by attending despite your obvious distress,” she said, warmth in her eyes.

I slowly nodded. “Yeah… right… the funeral… of course, yeah, I mean…” I then knew there was no getting out of it, and simply went along with it. “That’s exactly why I came here now. I better get ready for it, then,” I answered, putting on my best sorrowful face for her.

“Of course. I left you my old black dress on your bed to wear,” she said as she turned around, grabbing Tews in her hands.

“Thanks, love you, see you later!” I answered as I shut the door. 

I pressed my forehead to my door and sighed heavily, the sudden silence welcoming me like an old friend. My mom’s old dress rested on my bed, simple and elegant.

“Not again,” I sighed as I grabbed it and took it to the bathroom when suddenly my walkie went off.

“Hey, you home yet?” Dustin’s voice filled the room. 

I answered quickly. “Yeah, but something came up. Mom thinks I’m home for Chrissy’s funeral, so I’ll have to go,” I sighed.

“What? Are you crazy? You know Jason and his gang will be there!” Dustin sounded alarmed.

“Yeah, but technically it’s not me they’re after. Maybe I can talk him out of it, send them in a different direction, perhaps?” I said.

“It’s a bad idea and you know it,” Dustin tried to reason.

“Well, we don’t have anything else, Dus. I’ll go to the funeral and then I’ll stay with Eddie, alright? I can’t leave right away without it being suspicious,” I told him.

Dustin took a few minutes to answer. “Just… be careful, okay?”

I smiled softly. “Always. Love you.”

“Love you too. Over,” and with that, our conversation was cut.

With yet another heavy sigh, I locked myself in the bathroom, quickly stripping from my dirty clothes and getting into the shower.

I stood under the hot water for a few minutes, the last couple of days replaying before my eyes as I automatically showered. I finished in no time, for my mind was too lost on everything to even realize I was on autopilot mode for the entire process.

It didn’t take me long to get ready after that, sitting down on my bed as I looked around my room, noticing the tiny details that I had been gathering over the years. I stood before my mirror, staring at my reflection and frowning at the girl that stared back at me. Clean hair, clean clothes, clean face. For an instant, I just felt like a girl, a normal one, for that matter, and not somebody that had saved the world with her friends several times now. A few polaroids were stuck to the frame of the mirror, and my eyes scanned the pictures with a soft smile.

A picture of Nancy, Barb, and me, the three of us on our first day of high school.

A picture of Dustin and me from Halloween, him dressed as Stantz and me as Luke Skywalker.

A picture of Jonathan taking a picture of me, with a laughing Will in the back.

A picture of a passed-out Robin on Steve’s couch, with Steve drawing a mustache on her face with a black marker.

And a picture of Eddie, holding a burned tray of cookies at his uncle’s trailer as he smiled cheekily at me, his hair far shorter and half as curlier than it was today.

Tears prickled at my eyes as I looked at them, thinking about everything we had all gone through together, and how much was at stake at that very moment.

A soft knock on my door woke me up from my daze.

“Are you ready, honey? We need to leave now,” my mom said as she opened the door.

I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, nodding as I took a small purse, making sure my own walkie was inside. “Yeah, sorry, I just needed a minute,” I walked to the door.

My mom, after taking one look at me, squeezed my shoulders comfortingly, probably thinking I was distressed because of the funeral. “Everything will be alright, dear,” she took my hand as we both walked outside towards my car.

I squeezed her hand in return. “I really hope so.”

Chrissy’s funeral was beautiful, indeed. But her mother’s eulogy made my blood boil. 

“The devil is here,” she started. “I can feel his presence… growing stronger each day. But I know Chrissy’s in heaven now, looking down at us, smiling. Happy to see all the lives she touched and brightened.”

I shifted in my seat, my heart aching at her words. I knew Chrissy’s situation at home wasn’t ideal, she said so herself that last time at the school bathroom, but the girl had never been but kind to me. Even though my mom was wrong and we were not technically friends, I knew her absence would be hard to ignore.

“But I also know she’s frustrated. Angry. That the monster that did this to her is still out there. Still. Hurting others. How can he live, while my angel is gone?”

I forced myself to stop listening because I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought about Max, and how her life had completely turned for the worse because of Vecna. Chrissy, Fred, Eddie, and the many lives that were now broken and half-empty because of him. My mom took my hand in hers when she noticed the redness in my eyes, but I wasn’t crying because of sadness. I cried because I was angry; I was furious that our lives never seemed to go back to normal. Outraged that we were all kids forced to grow up too quickly.

Jason spotted me after the funeral. I thoroughly disliked him, but I still gave him a short hug.

“I’m so sorry, Jason,” I said as I patted his back. “She was an amazing girl.”

He gave me a tight-lipped smile, tears still falling down his face.

“Thank you, really,” but there was an edge to his eyes. In a split second, darkness came and went. “Hey, is your brother here?” he asked.

I didn’t like the way he said it. “No, uh… he barely knew her, it wouldn’t’ve been appropriate,” I said, looking down at my feet as I tried to come up with a real excuse.

“Right… well, I… I would like to speak with him sometime. You know, he is good friends with Munson, right?” he was looking down at me, more menacing by the second. 

But after being interrogated by Russian soldiers, chased by the Mind-Flayer, dragged around by a Demogorgon, and listening to my little brother sing The NeverEnding Story with Suzie, little Jason Carver couldn’t scare me. Honestly, very few things could scare me anymore.

“Yeah, thanks to their D&D club. You know, the game,” I said slowly, lowering my voice, and accentuating the word ‘game.’ 

“Yeah, yeah, the game,” he looked somewhere else. I followed his gaze, seeing his friends staring at us. The way he said made it seem like a mockery.

“And what about you? I’ve seen you talking to Munson a few times, do you know anything?” he looked back at me, his eyes harder than before. 

I squinted my eyes at him. “What are you implying?”

He stopped for a few seconds but lowered his voice only for me to hear. “I know he killed Chrissy. And I know your brother and his friends are hiding him somewhere. So, do you wanna make this easier for yourself and tell me where he is? Or you wanna wait until I find him and kill him myself?” his threat sent shivers down my spine, but not of fear.

“Are you really that fucking stupid to think a bunch of fifteen-year-olds is hiding a fucking adult when the entire town is looking for him? Did you hit your head on your way over? That’s low even for you, Carver,” my anger was growing by the minute. 

He wordlessly stared at me for a few seconds, clearly at a loss of words. “Henderson, I…” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.

“Whatever it is that you’re trying to prove here, don’t. Let the cops do their job, and you go back to bouncing balls and winning games, alright? And, I swear to God, Carver, if you ever lay a finger on either my brother or his friends, you’ll be joining Chrissy soon enough.”

I turned around and left him standing there, joining my mom as she conversed with a few of my classmates’ parents. I didn’t dare look back at him, feeling like I just had made the situation worse, but feeling oddly proud of myself for it. Nobody threatened my family.

“I brought you pancakes,” I handed the Tupperware to Eddie, whose eyes lit up at the mention.

“You brought me pancakes,” he repeated with an impressed face, staring at the blue container in my outstretched hand.

“I mean, I didn’t make them. It was Nancy’s mom,” I answered as he took them from me. “They’re still a bit warm. I heated them a bit before coming here. I told Mrs. Wheeler they were for my mom so, yeah, I’ll need the Tupperware back,” I said as I sat down on the stool in the shed, watching Eddie hungrily eat them with passion.

“Wow,” he moaned, his voice, for some reason, sending a shiver straight to my lower stomach. My cheeks flushed at my reaction, but I quickly hid my face from him. “These are so good,” he kept munching on them, groaning from time to time.

“Yeah,” I coughed slightly. “Karen is a great chef,” I stood there awkwardly, facing anywhere but him as he happily ate away.

“You’re not that far behind,” he mentioned lowly.

I scoffed. “Yeah, like that one time I almost burned the entire kitchen down,” I chuckled at the memory, the polaroid fresh in my mind.

“Well, my uncle made us clean it, and thankfully it came off, so…” Eddie laughed as he ate, the Tupperware soon empty. 

“Thankfully,” I agreed with another chuckle. “So, have you talked to the guys?” I asked him, eager to change the topic. I couldn’t dwell on the past anymore for the day.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, Dustin said they’ll bring supplies tomorrow, ‘cause they had to check something first,” he recalled.

I froze when I recalled the plan. “Yeah, about that…” I trailed off. But Eddie’s wide eyes urged me to continue. “We may have a lead. A huge one, actually. And it’s not pretty.”

“What else is new?” Eddie added with sarcasm.

I sighed. “So, um, we kinda discovered that music acts as an anchor to life. This gotta be the worst explanation ever but hear me out. When Max was attacked, Lucas played her favorite song, and thanks to it, she’s still with us. And somehow, Max might have entered Vecna’s mind. She drew what she saw and Nancy recognized it as Victor Creel’s house, apparently. The guys are checking his house as we speak,” I summarized.

“Wow,” Eddie simply said, staring at a random spot on the wall. 

“Yeah, I know it’s a lot,” I answered back.

After a few seconds, Eddie frowned. “So, music is an anchor, huh?” he toyed with the rings on his fingers.

I nodded absent-mindedly, my gaze fixed on his hands. “Yeah.”

“So, what, I should just play ‘Africa’ at full volume if Vecna catches you?” he joked, a teasing smile on his lips.

I gasped as I laughed loudly. “Oh, come on, it’s a great song!” we both laughed. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t totally smack the shit out of him if ‘What a Feeling’ started playing!” I counterattacked, chuckling at his surprised face. “I’m onto you, Munson, I know Irene Cara is your guilty pleasure.”

“I mean, at least you can dance to that song…” he trailed off, getting up from the boat and walking to me.

I put a hand over my chest, offended. “You saying you can’t dance to Africa?

“Exactly.”

“There’s more than one way to dance other than headbanging,” I added as he stepped closer.

“What do you know about dancing, Henderson?” he was now standing very close to me, our chests almost touching.

“Apparently, more than you, Munson,” I pressed myself completely to him, a sudden urge to touch him overpowering my senses.

“Wanna bet?” his voice was low, calculated. My eyes dropped from his eyes to his lips, but before any of us could move, the sound of tires screeching interrupted us.

This better be good, I thought as we moved towards the window, my face paling at the sight of Jason and his friends walking towards the entrance of the house with baseball bats and iron rods in their hands.

“Shit, shit,” Eddie said as he pushed me down to my knees next to him, gripping my wrist tightly as he looked around for his own walkie, making sure the two of us were out of sight. “Hey, Dustin, you there? It’s Eddie. Your sister too. You remember me, right? Hey, if anyone’s there, I really think we might be in a bit of trouble here, okay? Wheeler? Anybody?!” he frustratedly smacked the radio, but no answer came.

“For fuck’s sake, Dustin, do you copy?” I tried my own walkie, only slightly calmer as I pressed my back to the wall, feeling my heart race. “Fuck, this is all my fault,” I rubbed my eyes.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, equally alarmed.

“At Chrissy’s funeral, he asked about Dustin, and I may have threatened him to leave us alone. I think I only angered him more,” I said with a guilty face. Eddie didn’t answer. He simply stared at me with an unreadable look. “Please, say something,” I pleaded, feeling the silence was ten times worse than his yelling.

“You threatened him?” he asked, still crouching before me. I nodded weakly at him. “Fuck, that’s why I like you,” he said before speeding to the other side of the room, looking for some place we could both hide with Jason in the house. 

I didn’t ignore his comment, my heart skipping a beat. I couldn’t know if Eddie realized what he said, but I remained unmoving in my place, crouched below the window, staring at him as my head repeated his words over and over.

The light outside had already gone out, and we were running out of time until they came outside. The little bulb by the door of the shed always went on at the same hour, and it only would be a matter of time before any of them came looking for us down here.

“Dustin?” Eddie tried again. “Please, are… are you there?” he was met with more static, but with his head unmoving, he quickly copied back. “Never mind.”

He put the walkie down and moved towards the boat. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him release the knots that held the boat together above water. 

“How do you feel about a swim, princess?”

Despite the blush on my cheeks, I moved forward to help him, emptying the boat of its contents and grabbing our stuff before sitting on the bench, grabbing both oars in my hands as the boat was released into the water, with Eddie quickly following after me and grabbing one oar for himself, frantically pushing the boat into the lake, desperately rowing to reach the other side.

It wasn’t long before we heard Jason yell after us.

“Hey, freak!” we both froze in place, turning around slightly to see them running to the edge of the shore. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jason quickly started stripping, jumping in the water after us.

“Shit!” Eddie said before turning to the engine, desperately trying to get it to work. 

“Henderson? You too?” Jason called when he spotted me. I widened my eyes, too scared at the moment to say anything else.

Eddie kept trying to get the engine started, but it wouldn’t budge. “You piece of shit. Come on! Gotta help us out here, man,” he insisted. I grabbed the oars and started rowing to the other side, for it was our only solution. Jason and his friends were athletes, and it wouldn’t take them long to reach us if we didn’t start moving now. “Goddamn it!” Eddie smacked the top in frustration, finally abandoning his mission and joining me at the front, grabbing the other oar and pushing us forward.

We both kept cursing, looking back repeatedly to see Jason advancing after us rather quickly. Eddie stopped rowing and put himself in front of me, waving his oar around.

“Hey, stay back, man! Stay back!” he was ready to hit Jason with it, but Jason was looking back at Patrick, who seemed frozen in the middle of the water a couple of feet behind him.

“Hey, come on! Let’s go! We almost have him!”

But Patrick was looking around, confused, scared. He didn’t move.

“Hey, Patrick!” Jason called once more, and just as I looked over Eddie’s shoulder, I saw Patrick disappear underwater.

Jason called for him, silence filling the air. I looked around confused, thinking maybe he dived to attack our front. 

But my attention was suddenly elsewhere, for Patrick had now emerged and was suspended in the air several feet above us, his arms stretched to the sides. 

“Fuck!” I yelled as I immediately remembered Eddie and Max’s words.

Eddie stumbled back in shock and sent the two of us back into the water. I resurfaced coughing heavily, having accidentally swallowed water.

I looked up at Patrick in shock, watching and hearing his bones break rapidly, his body bending in ways no body should ever bend as I did my best to stay afloat. My arms were burning from the exercise of rowing and swimming, all while my heart felt like it could combust any second at the sight of Patrick becoming Vecna’s victim.

With one last crack, his body fell into the water.

The three of us stared at Patrick’s corpse, floating, unmoving. Dead. Jason immediately swam to him, yelling and crying his name.

I knew I was crying too, such a display forever embedded in my head. My tears mixed with the freshwater of the lake, and though I noticed Eddie’s arm around my waist as he hoisted me up onto the boat, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Patrick. Eddie didn’t say anything as he rowed us away, away from Jason’s screams and into the darkness ahead of us.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eleven #eddie my beloved #stranger things #eddie munson fic #the freak and the jedi

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Part 1: Marlene's P. O. V

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING IDIOTS!! COULDN'T YOU JUST BEHAVE? COULDN'T YOU JUST BE CIVIL FOR ONE NIGHT, YOU ANIMALS!!"

Everything had been going smoothly, so Marlene thought. Then Peter and Mulciber started fighting in a corner. Peter punched him. Mulciber grabbed his shirt angrily. The Marauders jumped on defense of Peter. The Knights jumped on defense of their friend. Then everything became chaos after that. Insults, threats and pushes. At the end, Marlene and Dorcas had to intervene. All of the girls were stopping the stupid angry boys.

Marlene liked Dorcas so much. So so much. Dorcas was perfect. And she made Marlene feel so happy. But her friends were the problem. Alecto, Alice and Josephine were a trio of brainless bitches. The Knights were known to be terrible assholes. Worst of them all: Nicolai Mulciber. He was nasty. He was a bigot. He was a pig. And he also happened to be Dorcas' step brother.

Marlene and Dorcas knew there was conflict between their friend groups. Plus there was the stupid rivalry between houses: Gryffindor vs Slytherin. It got weirder when Marlene and Dorcas started dating. So they tried to fix it with a nice party at The Gryffindor Common Room. They just wanted their people to get along. It didn't go so well. Marlene felt they were being very Romeo and Juliet at the moment. And she hated that. She hated that stupid love story.

This was very important for Dorcas. Marlene could tell. And maybe it was important for Marlene as well.

After Dorcas left the room, practically running, Marlene yelled at everyone to shut up. And she pushed her way after her girlfriend. She didn't care anymore. They could kill each other if they liked.

Marlene found Dorcas sitting by the stairs outside. Marlene's heart ached for her. Marlene's friends weren't the problem,  the problem were Dorcas'. She probably felt guilty about it all. She felt frustration that they had been trying really hard for it to work and it didn't. So was Marlene.

And God, Dorcas was so beautiful that sometimes she left Marlene speechless.

Marlene sighed as she took a seat besides Dorcas. She could tell she had been crying and wiped her tears very quickly.

"Well that was shit..." Marlene said "I think we woke up the whole Gryffindor Tower with the chaos.... I think Minnie is going to be angry..."

Marlene chuckled trying to lighten the mood but Dorcas simply smiled sadly.

Marlene grabbed her hand.

"Is it possible for our worlds to collide?" Dorcas asked.

"Honestly, who cares? The important thing is that we like each other, right?"

Dorcas smiled at that.

"I do like you... A lot"

"I do like you a lot as well" Marlene smiled back.

They shared a sweet kiss.

Then Dorcas sighed.

"But it is going to be really difficult if our friends hate each other"

Marlene didn't say anything. She knew it was true. She wished things were different. She liked Dorcas. What was the crime in that?

"It was Peter who started everything... He punched Nick" Dorcas said softly.

"Well I am pretty sure the wanker of your brother said something to provoke him... Peter is not aggressive..."

Dorcas sighed and dropped Marlene's hand.

"Why do have to demonize Nick all the time?"

"He demonizes himself... He is a dick!" Marlene said it as a joke but Dorcas wasn't laughing.

"Marly... What do you think about my friends?"

The truth was that Marlene hated them all. They were everything Marlene detested in people: fake, pretentious, superficial. Marlene couldn't believe Dorcas could like them. She was different. She was better than all of them. She cared about deep things, important stuff, she had wonderful dreams and ways to see life.

"They are.... aam...." How to describe them? "Interesting?"

Dorcas looked down.

"Interesting?"

"They are peculiar..." Marlene nodded desperately "It is very interesting how for example Alecto has only one braincell and she uses it to fix her hair every two seconds..."

Marlene giggled. It had been a joke between them. It had been funny. Dorcas had laughed about it before. But not this time.

"Marlene, it is not funny" she snapped "You hate them, right?"

"I don't hate them..." Marlene's voice sounded so small.

"You don't even know them, Marly" Dorcas tutted, now more angrily "They are not as bad as they seem and they are my friends! And you certainly are not making the effort to get to know them better"

"I am trying! I have to stand them every week in dance classes! And what about today, ha?"

Another idea they had had was to form a dance group with Dorcas leading. She was an incredible dancer. It had been fun to spend more time together like that. Dumbledore had even let them perform at Rugby matches. If it weren't for the constant fights...

"I do like your friends, I spend more time with them lately" Dorcas said, crossing her arms.

"Because my friends are not pretentious idiots!" Marlene spat.

Dorcas rised from her seat quickly, ready to leave.

"Dorcas!" Marlene begged "I'm sorry... I don't want us to fight"

Dorcas stopped.

"I think our worlds are too different, Marly" Dorcas said "Should we be together at all?"

"Of course we should! I like you! You like me! That's what matters!"

Marlene sounded desperate. The idea of breaking up with Dorcas hurt her like nothing else. She wanted to be with her. Why couldn't it be easier? It was simple when it was just the two of them. Marlene felt like she loved Dorcas.

Dorcas turned slowly.

"I am not asking for you and them to be best friends but at least try to be friendly..."

Dorcas was right. Marlene was a complete wanker sometimes. She didn't think before acting and perhaps she had been a bitch with them. Perhaps they weren't that bad. If Dorcas liked them, there had to be something good at least. Dorcas had tried to be gentle with all of Marlene's friends. Even if they were chaotic and reckless.

"Okay... I promise I'll try" Marlene pouted "Can you give me a kiss?"

Dorcas smiled and Marlene was relieved. When Dorcas got closer, Marlene pulled her in for a kiss and Dorcas giggled.

"The stupid world can fall apart but we are going to be fine, right?"

Marlene whispered as she touched Dorcas' forehead with hers.

Dorcas closed her eyes and nodded.

"They have to accept that we make each other happy and try and be gentle, right?"

"I like how I am when I am with you, Marly" Dorcas whispered back "I love you"

Marlene's heart started beating fast with those words. But those three words weren't enough anymore. What Marlene felt was stronger. And all she could do was to try and show Dorcas how she felt through a delicate kiss.

When they kissed nothing around them mattered. It was just the two of them.

Marlene bursted into the boys' dorm later that night.

James let out a girly shriek as he covered himself with the sheets.

"Jesus, Marlene! Knock!"

"Not interested in your junk, James"

"Lily is..."

Marlene frowned "Ew..."

She focused on the person she wanted to see. Peter was lying on his bed, books opened in front of him but he wasn't making any effort to read them. When he noticed Marlene was looking at him, he moved uncomfortably.

Marlene walked towards him.

"You are not supposed to be here, Marlene" Sirius spat from Remus' bed.

"Shut up, asshole!"

"Me?" Peter panicked as Marlene approached "What did I do? Please don't hit me!"

Marlene stopped in front of his bed.

"I am not gonna hit you" she rolled her eyes "I need to know why did you punch Mulciber tonight, Pettigrew"

Peter sighed in relief.

"Well..."

"That was pretty great, Wormy!" Sirius smirked.

"That bloody bastard deserved a really good punch" James added.

Peter seemed satisfied about his friends' comments.

"He deserves more than a punch" Marlene commented crossing her arms. Then she cleared her throat "Why, Pettigrew?"

"Peter was being a gentleman and defending a friend" Remus said, winking at Peter.

"What friend, Peter?"

Peter shrugged.

"Peter!"

"Mary! He was saying nasty things about her"

Marlene blinked in surprise. And when she processed what Peter said, she felt rage. Pure rage.

"What did he say about her?"

Peter looked down without answering.

"What did that wanker say, Peter?" Marlene insisted.

"That she is easy and stuff!" Peter bursted out "That he can have her just by snapping his fingers... And that girls like her would never look at guys like me"

"What an absolute asshole!" Sirius exclaimed.

"I am going to kill him" James added.

Marlene's anger was different this time. It felt more like sadness. She couldn't believe someone like Nicolai Mulciber had to be related to Dorcas. Her Dorcas. It seemed like a curse. Marlene actually felt guilt for what Mulciber had said. As if she had said it herself.

Mary was her best friend. Marlene loved her. And Peter was her friend too. And she wanted to kill Mulciber for hurting them. But she also knew Dorcas loved Nicolai. That they were siblings after all. And Dorcas would have to take his side while Marlene had to take her friends'. Marlene hated that. It wasn't fair.

Marlene sat on Peter's bed and gave him a hug. Mainly to hide the fact she wanted to cry. For sadness. For rage. For both... Who knows?

"She is hugging me" Peter said to his friends surprised.

"You did great a great job at punching him, Pete"

Marlene patted his back.

"Thanks?"

Marlene pulled away and stood up. And she realized The Marauders were looking at her as if she was about to explode. They were good people. Marlene secretly loved those boys. Though she would never admit it.

"We shouldn't probably tell Mary about this" Marlene sighed.

"Don't tell her that Peter acted like a hero for her?" Remus asked, smiling at Peter.

"Oh shut up!" Peter blushed.

Marlene gave Peter a quick glance. Was he really into Mary? How cute.

"We are not going to tell her, okay?" Marlene repeated.

The Marauders nodded.

"Have a good night boys" Marlene sniffed sadly and she started walking towards the door.

She felt guilty about tonight somehow. Her sweet Dorcas had to be related to the devil himself.

"Are you okay, Marly?" Sirius asked.

"I'm fine!" Marlene snapped "Just go to sleep"

Marlene closed the door behind her. What to do? Was it convenient for Marlene to date Dorcas? Should she put her friends through this?

#marauders #maraudersera #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #morally gray mulciber

[draftingteacups]

Thanks for letting me send the headcannons :D. Also i apologize in advance for the long post.

While they’re both working for Professor Sycamore, Lucille is mostly out in the field while Soni has her Champion duties so they aren’t exactly THAT close with each other, but they’re on good terms. Luce legit cried seeing a familiar face when she woke up in Twisted Wonderland.

They both prefer Pokemons company compared to human’s company. Soni bc of the way Kalosian nobles treated her, Luce bc she was somewhat pressured due to the fact that she is a Prodigy child (kinda like Tony Stark and Shuri from Marvel). Soni and Lucille kinda bond with each other over this.

They split their chores in Ramshackle. Luce handles fixing the electrical and mechanical appliances in Ramshackle while Soni is in charge of the Berry Farm. They also do this with their Casual Geographic channel.

When not in class, Luce usually works in the Nurse Office and Soni (along with the Braincell trio) occasionally drops by to say hi.

Both speaking to each other in Kalosian (and scaring the sh*t out of NRC students due to how intense they sound)

Luce to Soni during dinner: “Man I wish my grandma was as nice and caring as Ms Opal, mine called us (Luce and her older sisters) “half-breed abominations” and that our dad was an embarrassment for marrying a nobody from Sinnoh and “tainting the pure and noble blood of the Great and Noble house of Beaumont”. Granted he took himself out of the will, leave the family and cut all sorts of contact with them on his own accord years before he even met our mom but still”

Soni 🤝 Lucille : Parents to a bunch of dumbasses. The day these two go on strike is the day NRC collapses

Soni trust Luce to babysit Happiny the most bc she is experience with caring for baby Pokemons, not to mention Lucille has a Chansey of her own.

There is an old piano somewhere in Ramshackle and sometimes Soni can hear Luce playing soothing tunes on the piano.

Lucille understands the burden placed upon Soni’s shoulder so she supports her as best she can. Soni sometimes found snacks with positive notes attached to it in her pockets.

Sometimes they tell each other their tales from their travels (well at least the parts that Soni can tell Luce w/o revealing too much and Luce respects her choice).

Luce is vaguely aware of what happens to Soni’s arm that caused her to wear her gloves, and as curious as she is, Luce will not push Soni abt it if she doesn’t want to talk.

Both have an agreement to not Mega Evolve their Pokemon unless it is ABSOLUTELY necessary. Soni bc of her arm and Luce bc of Mega Houndoom’s dex entry.

If there’s anything Lucille is got at, it’s hacking. Crowley better watch his back unless he wants the girls to extort him everytime he tries to blackmail them.

tumblr why did you reload and delete all my stuff *cries* Don't worry about long posts! It's fine-

Imagine waking up in Twisted Wonderland and seeing the Champion of your region there, looking annoyed like that's gotta be a moment of "We just got kidnapped oh crap-"

Soni's like "Well, this feels familiar" because she's had times where lab assistants were kidnapped and she had to go save them due to a) noble plots and b) Neo Flare needing leverage. I've wanted to write a oneshot on this in the view of the kidnapped lab assistant but didn't have time sldkjflkj

Them bonding over their responsibilities in their respective roles and statuses is nice, although it'd take Soni a while to open up about it because of government classified information and what qualifies as that = a headache and a pain in the butt. Speaking of Soni's adventures can be a mix of Team Flare, her gym battles, her experiences, and a lot of pre-teen to young teenage drama in between, making it stupid complicated on that front.

Luce repairing the items in the dorm tho 👀 I can see her trying to make her own Pokemon-centered items like a healing station because while it's fine to let the Pokemon rest and recover that way, there could be larger medical issues that most technology in TWST just doesn't have to remedy for Pokemon.

Them talking in Kalosian is just 👌

Soni nodding and in Kalosian: "I can understand that sentiment. My maternal grandparents are... not the most encouraging people, especially when my mother left Johto. Granny's never seen anything wrong with it, mostly because she's seen many things in her lifetime that to base people off of what you see is ridiculous."

Everyone else at NRC: "wtf are they talking about it sounds menancing-"

Rook in the corner: *smiles*

Little Happiny getting a big sister Chansey tho 🥺🥺🥺 I can see Deuce just looking at Chansey and Happiny and just crying at the idea of Happiny growing up- cue the tissues from Soni alskdljkajk

Soni finding positive notes in her pockets would confuse her, mostly because she doesn't know how to take that- Also Mega Evolution is definitely a higher risk for those very reasons because wow, that would expose a lot about Soni that she does not want to share

Operation: Prevent the Crow Man from blackmailing us- let's goooo- also, Casual Pokegraphic channel has two types of videos now with Luce having a field video and explaining Pokemon in the wild while trying not to get noticed because it's dangerous to do so and Soni explaining what not to do around these Pokemon.

#twisted wonderland x pokemon #pokemon trainer headcannons #pokemon trainer oc #soni monet

[joysmercer]

ok but what if (more s3 canon div coming uppp)

“eric. I think we should tell the children.”

“tell the children?” eric looks up at victor, confused.

“TELL THE CHILDREN?” harriet screeches before he can explain himself.

well, at least she appears to have enough braincells to figure out what he’s getting at. victor sighs. 

“they know about robert. I think we can get them to come willingly.” 

“THEY KNOW ABOUT ROBERT?”

(goodness, could she speak a little quieter?)

“Not that he’s in a tank. but the children are quite familiar with his…contributions to anubis house and the school,” eric explains, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “mr. lewis would certainly be easy to persuade, but i’m not sure about—”

“williamson. she’s causing problems in my classes already and it’s only the second day of school,” harriet interjects.

“what on earth is she up to? I certainly hope my son has no part in it.” 

“your son will also be the death of me, if i’m quite frank.” 

“stop that, stop that,” victor says, rubbing his forehead. it’s like herding sheep that really don’t want to be herded with these two. 

seriously, he swears eric was more mature as a teenager than he is now.

“this ceremony is of the utmost importance. we cannot have the children meddling and ruining it before it’s time! surely the easiest way to ensure that is to tell them what we need from them?” 

“miss mercer would immediately refuse, and harriet’s right—patricia is unlikely to listen to her elders on a good day, which this conversation you’re proposing would certainly not be a part of.” eric shakes his head. “I’m sorry, victor, but as Seeker I cannot allow—”

“as Seeker, you have no jurisdiction anymore. the Descendents have already been Sook. Seeked. Found. Whatever.” harriet turns to victor. “As Keeper, responsible for Robert’s safety, I must put my foot down.” 

Victor wishes desperately he could assign these two detention for all eternity. “as Enabler, I am telling you that the Ceremony will be damaged in some way by November. The children are already aware something is up, with the missing parcel—I’m certain they had something to do with it.” 

he takes their silence as agreement. 

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“I’m sorry, sir, you have— you want—” Jerome shakes his head, his long hair flailing violently (just as his father’s used to—never a good sign.)

“I’m with him on this one, actually,” Joy says, grimacing to herself as the words leave her mouth. “I’m sorry, this just seems—”

“Is no one here worried about Zombies?” Alfie, who had been sitting in shock until now, suddenly jolts up. “You want us to awaken a dead guy in a tank, something that’s never been done before, and you’re not at all worried that he’ll want to EAT OUR BRAINS or something?”

luckily, patricia whacks him on the head before victor has to. “we have more realistic problems, dumbass.” the glare she shoots victor makes him regret his earlier thanks to her. 

“this man left death traps all over this house and made a god so angry he got cursed to live in a tank. not to mention the fact that he has indirectly tried to murder all of us”—she gestures around the group as they nod in agreement—“like three times each. I’m not doing it.” 

Victor draws himself up to his full height, towering over the children slumped on the couch before him. “I was not asking for your permission, miss williamson. you were brought to this school, on scholarship, for one purpose only. I’ve seen your grades—why else do you think Eric would have offered to pay your tuition?” he nods at the others. “You will lose your places at this school if you don’t comply. I don’t anticipate that being a conversation you would want to have with your parents.” 

with that, he turns and marches up the stairs, leaving the children behind him in silence. 

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“Fabian, Eddie, I hope you’re fully-clothed because we’re coming in,” Jerome announces, ignoring the girls blushing behind him. He forces open their bedroom door and marches in. “Victor’s making all four of us participate in some crazy plan, except he doesn’t even know what the plan is or when it’ll happen, so we’re all going to get kidnapped some time soon.” he stops and stares at the Nerd and the Osirian before him. “well?”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to need you to repeat all of that again,” eddie says. “Yeah, me too,” Fabian agrees. 

Joy steps in this time and explains what’s going on.

eddie, understandably, freaks out over his father’s involvement in everything. It’s not until patricia says something like “all of us except fabian have problematic dads, get over yourself” that he snaps out of it

“Wait. A great evil. This must be why KT was sent here!” he exclaims. 

Patricia looks about ready to commit a murder. “KT was sent here? and you just trust her? she could be working with sweetie and victor!”

“I don’t think so, trix,” alfie says. the others stare at him. “she seems cool!”

“you also said that about—”

“joy, you swore—”

“I’m not going to tell, but I’m just saying—”

“wait, joy, now I want to know—”

“never in a million years, jerome, get over yourself,” joy says, then turns back to alfie. “point is, you don’t aren’t always the best judge of character.” 

“yeah, I mean, most of us could tell meredith from the parent trap was evil the minute she came on screen,” patricia adds as jerome cackles next to her. “you’re the only one who thought she was nice.”

“okay, okay, stop,” fabian interrupts before jerome could say something that would make eddie say something that would make alfie say something that would derail this entire meeting. “I think victor’s parcel has the instructions. we’ve just got to decode it.” 

“wait, you had victor’s parcel this whole time???”

fabian sighs. this is going to be a long day. 

anyway, with ample time to figure things out, they perform the ceremony correctly and the rest of this happens and (mostly) everyone lives happily ever after the end <3

#ok more of like a prologue to another thing. hence the ending alskdfj #house of anubis #my writing

[amberesinite]

Vampire, Siren, and Fachen!

Omg thanks 😍

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 - Something that you’re proud of: Yesterday I performed a surgery that I had never done before, but it was a life or death situation so I sucked it up and did it, and it went really well!

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 - A song that you remember from your childhood I have a very distinct memory of walking along the boardwalk in Wildwood, NJ on vacation with my dad late at night and hearing Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias blaring from the boardwalk speakers. I was 7. Hearing it still makes me feel nostalgic, if a bit sad.

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 - Do you have any pets? Yes! Currently my two boys (Mao and Yuengling) live with my mom because they're not really well-socialized and we can't get them into carriers lmao. My girls (Azalea and Mango) and my dog (Taxi) live in my house with me and my husband though.

I'm gonna put their pictures and a short bio of all of them under a cut :)

Azalea - 7 yo FS DSH This gremlin was born to an owned outdoor cat on the East Caribbean island of Grenada who had kittens. The momma cat's owners didn't want the kittens, so they gave them to a TNR group to adopt out. Azalea was the last one who hadn't been adopted yet, and she was the runt (she was originally named Arya because she was so tiny lol). She's super codependent and also my emotional support animal / the love of my life. I've had her since she was 8 weeks old 😭

Mango - 1 yo FS DSH This little shit was found on the city streets at about 4 weeks old without a mom or littermates, so she was dropped off at the shelter where I work. I wanted a friend for Taxi since Azalea hates him, so I brought the little 1 lb kitten home. She's got diagnosed with the kitty-tism, which makes for some very interesting interactions between her and Azalea (read: fights where Azalea is big mad but Mango thinks they're having fun). She also shares a single braincell with Taxi.

Taxi - 3 yo MN Chihuahua Yorkie Poodle Pomeranian Shih Tzu thing This absolute fucking goober was relinquished to the shelter due to a broken leg that the owners couldn't afford to fix. He spent about 2 months in a crate with a splint in an attempt to let it heal on its own. It didn't. So then I offered to foster him until the day of his leg amputation. Unfortunately, my husband fell in love with him, and now his is our sad pathetic son who has sleept between us under the covers every night for the last 2 years.

Mao - 7 yo MN Siamese This gremlin was a feral cat in Grenada too. A student at the university noticed that he had blood and pus coming from his mouth, so we took him to the clinic and found out that he has shit dental genetics and needed all of his teeth removed. We obviously couldn't release a feral cat with no teeth back into the "wild," so I took him home. I've had him for 6 years now 🤗

Yuengling - 10 MC DSH This goober has big orange cat energy. He was hit by a car as a kitten and had his leg amputated. He then went into foster care and stayed there for SEVEN YEARS before I adopted him. Now he hobbles around my mom's house yodelling all day.

#personal #cats

[branvashippers]

Chapter 4 - Takoyaki(!) Date(💖)

Author's note: Takoyaki guy will finally be making an appearance!!!(He's kinda sorta my fave character) He is going to be called takoyaki guy from here on because we were not creative enough to figure out what to name him(sorry not that sorry). Plus, isn't it more mysterious to that we don't know his name(yet)??? You saw that yet correctly~~~That's right, we may only have like 3 braincells left putting this show together, but I have hope that takoyaki guy may have a name...eventually!!! Or you could help us out by putting suggestions in the comments(please do this!!!) for a name~if there is a really good name(or even a decent one) we'll probably(most definitely) use it (because our braincells really can't think of anything else to be honest)!! OK then~~onto the story now!!!

***

Hey, do you want to prep together tomorrow?

- Brandon, a few seconds ago

She jumped on her bed, screaming happily at the top of her lungs. Brandon texted me! He wants to hang out!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!! MY LIFE SO FAR HASN'T BEEN WASTED... Be cool Iva... Be cool.

Yeah sure! Meet you at my house at 9 tmrw morning? :D

- Iva, now

See you there.

- Brandon, now

***

The next day, Iva snuck into her mother's bathroom and put on whatever was in the makeup bag- a container with gold trimmings, a long tube that said MAYBELLINE BROW GEL™ and layers of lip gloss. She modeled clothes and jewelry, waiting for the clock to turn to 9 o' clock.

***

Ding Dong. "Hey Iva, I'm here to prep." said Brandon. Iva had forgotten that he was here to prep and was now standing there in a plaid skirt and a full face of makeup. Her face turned red and she stuttered. "Oh hi." Just then, her mother walked past.

"你和可爱的男孩在做什么?" (What are you doing with cute boy?) She said

"Mom! I mean-ugh, we were just going to prep for our upcoming tournament."

"Well, are you going to invite me in or not?" Brandon smirked.

"Of course. Come on in." She said, flustered

***

"Well, this is my room!" The door opened, letting streams of light down the hallway. Everything was nicely organized, and outside the windows the birds harmonized as a breeze blew by. Next to her desk, she had even set up a makeshift area for Brandon. She desperately wanted to make a good impression on him.

"Got it. Should we start with the NC3 aff?" he started. "Hello? Iva?" She snapped out of her trance. She was daydreaming about kissing him.

"Yeah. Yeah let's start on the CJR aff."

"We're doing CJR?"

"No, no no, the childcare topic. Oh wait no it's civil rights one right?"

"Wait we're doing the last topic? I thought we were doing the NC3 aff? We discussed it last night. I asked Mr. Wheeler for a strat he thought was good."

"Oh yeah totally we're doing the NC3 thing." She tried to act cool. Be cool Iva. Be cool.

But despite her efforts, her mind continued to wander. What if they married? What would their children look like?

***

"Ok!! That's a wrap." Brandon said triumphantly. "Want to get takoyaki? It's my favorite food. There's one just downtown."

"Sure, sure."

***

"There it is! It's the one to the left." He said. They took empty seats on the bar.

"Hi welcome to Takoyaki Place (a/n: we are not Japanese so uh, please don't mind the odd naming skills, we thought this would at least be better than Mitsuwa.)"

"Hi, I'll get the 8 Ball special with a side of soy milk."

"Sure thing, would you like the lovers special? We have a discount today." the takoyaki guy asked.

"A-ah no, we aren't-" Iva sputtered, blushing hard.

"Hold hold hold HOLD ON. You said discount? How much?" Brandon interrupted.

"30%" takoyaki guy said, nonchalantly, smirking at Iva.

"B-but, we're not dating!" Iva squeaked out.

"Ah, my bad," the takoyaki guy grinned, not sounding apologetic at all. "You two just had such great chemistry going on, I thought-"

"No. No, we're dating; sorry, we just started dating, my girlfriend is just a little shy." Brandon interrupted again, shooting Iva an i'll-explain-it-later-just-go-along-with-it look.

She blushed hard and stuttered, unable to say anything

"Ah, I see...don't worry I'll give you two the discount and something else special..." his smile widened as he took the menus off the table. He shouted something in Japanese.

"What was that about?!" Iva whisper-yelled. Did...did he truly think of her like that?

"Ah sorry about that, the discount is too good to pass up though," Brandon whispered back. "Would you mind just going along with it for today?"

***

"Mm. This is one of the best takoyakis I've ever had!!!- plus it's the love-" stuck her hand over her mouth. "LIEST- with the loveliest study buddy."

"Yeah." Brandon blushed. Iva didn't see it and continued to tend to the love worn embers in her heart.

#branva