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zerokrox-blog · 1 year

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Steve has a handshake with each kid. Even Mike Wheeler has a specific handshake, they all are elaborate but each one ends with a specific move to each kid, Dustin with the lightsaber move, Lucas's ends with a fake basketball shot, Max's ends with them both pretending to leap on to a skateboard, El pretends to drop an eggo with Steve falling to 'catch it', Will throws a flourishing signature into the air with Steve pretending to catch it with his hands held out like paper, and Mike to everyone's surprise ends with he and Steve pretending to be shot in the chest. It's DRAMATIC™️. Both boys lay on the floor for one full minute before getting up and pretending it didn't happen.

The first few times it happened in front of the party Nancy rolled her eyes so hard until they pretended to be shot, each of them 'shooting' the other. Holly thought it was HILARIOUS and copied them.

The Hellfire club however was in shock when King Steve came in to pick up the younger kids and Dustin immediately went over, hugged him and started their handshake, Will came over next for his hug and handshake, then Lucas. All of them talking over each other and excitedly told Steve about the day's newest adventure in their campaign. Mike looked awkwardly at the older boys, at Eddie's dumbfounded expression, Gareth, Jeff and Grant looked surprised, Rachel, Clair and Alex and Corey looked strangely at the group of freshmen babbling away to Steve Fucking Harrington. And Mike popped out of his seat as Steve looked up at him, and Mike saw the soft smile on his face kinda drop a bit at the look on his own face. He felt embarrassed to be honest but he also wanted his handshake, he'd never tell a soul but it was nice having something that was solely his and Steve's. So he went over and held out his hand. Steve looked directly at him, his eyes held the question he would never ask out loud, 'is this ok? Are you comfortable doing this?' But Mike kept his hand out and Steve's face lit up.

Grinning, the two of them did their elaborate handshake ending with them 'shooting' each other. Steve very super dramatically grabbed his chest and slowly sank to the floor and flopped down 'dead'. Mike laughed out loud before dropping down beside him.

A full minute passed until both of them stood up and without even making eye contact, Steve's voice was remarkably calm when he asked, "so Mike, did you kill anyone this session?"

Mike shook his head and rambled a bit about their session as they gathered their stuff. All of them heading out with a wave and a bright "bye guys! See you all tomorrow!"

The drama room door slammed shut behind them and it was oddly silent until Eddie turned to Gareth, "did you all see that, or did I just hallucinate Steve Harrington doing elaborate nerdy handshakes with my sheepies?"

The room exploded into laughter, "nah man that actually happened!" Jeff said snorting with laughter.

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #eleven hopper #lucas sinclair #the party (stranger things) love Steve #he loves them also #he has handshakes with all of them #i am unsyre what his Erica's would be #but it would be neat #i am not the best at explaining their handshakes #but i tried #zerowrites #zeroshcs

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billlydear · 1 year

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For your requests , would I please be able to request something where Reader is a fellow lifeguard with Billy? + They have a more hidden relationship going on, and all the kids and the other women are a little suspicious? ♡

Only if your requests are open, of course!

LUNCH BREAK - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 442 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

Hauling toddlers out of the deep end seems to be your life's work. There are signs posted every three meters, WARNING: Deeper than 3 feet past this point. Must know how to swim.

And yet, every ten minutes, another gaggle of floaty-clad babies paddle over into the deep water and their parents do nothing.

You've got one now, hooked under your arm. The little girl babbles happily up at you despite the glare on your face directed towards her mother, and you stalk over to her chair with wet feet that slap against the pavement roughly.

"Your daughter is going to drown," You drawl, dropping Holly off with her dazed mother, "I know you hate your husband but that's no excuse to kill his offspring."

You don't give her or her friends time to process what you'd said, rushing off to the tower on the opposite side of the pool. You scale the ladder with ease, but when your foot slips one one of the rungs, Billy's hand shoots out to tighten over your hand.

"Jesus, are you oka-"

"Stop being so alluring," You huff, and it doesn't help that you're face-level with his exposed, sweat-beaded, muscled thighs, "You're gonna cause an accident. These mothers are too busy staring at you to pay attention to their kids, and if I have to fish another sticky-fingered brat out of the 8-foot section, I'll quit."

He chuckles deep in his chest, the sound warm as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"Easy," He soothes, shifting in his seat, "I can't help it, this is just me."

"You could put on a shirt," You grumble, "But if you're not going to, I think I deserve a kiss for every kid I save today because of your- your boobs."

"Deal," He snickers, his eyes flicking to your own chest, "We rotate in twenty. let's take our lunch break in the locker room."

"Boys' this time," You nod, already starting your descent down the ladder, "I don't want my friends' moms to see me naked again!"

Said mothers watch you enviously as you stomp back over to the deep end, glaring at a three-year-old until they rush back to shallow waters. You swear Karen Wheeler tries tripping you as you walk past her chair, but you dodge it skillfully. You know that she'll hear you and Billy taking your 'lunch break' later when she strips out of the bathing suit she'd bought for your boyfriend to ogle. And she'll definitely think about it as she leaves with her daughter in her day clothes, a reminder of the miserable man who'd given her both.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove scenario #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader fanfiction #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n

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midnightfire830 · 5 months

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Holy cussing stars the time this took so I could learn how to render wood, chipped wood, ceramic, and cloth textures. 😫

Because every soldier needs his lovely princess to protect, here’s Holly as a ceramic princess doll! Kudos to @sirensea14 for the design idea. I made a few edits to her original sketch, but largely the design belongs to her!

I don’t think there’s enough time for me to babble about everything my friends and I have talked about for these two, but the idea is Cuphead and Mugman protect their lovers as a soldier and knight would. It felt only fitting for Holly to be a personification of a “Tree Princess” for him to protect. Her being made of china would make her all the more delicate and she’d have to worry about not cracking. So of course Cuphead would take that upon himself to fiercely protect her and make sure she stays safe! Even at the extend of his own safety

AKA why I made him look so banged up is 1. from roughing it out in the woods (more later on the world building) and 2. a lot of accidents in his efforts to protect her and AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTHEY’RESOCUTEEEEE!!!!

Im gabbing so much about this AU you have no idea!!!!

Oh. I should probably mention this is for Lost Toys AU. That might be a good idea to mention that lol.

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ohheythisisagoodname · 2 months

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write your name with hearts

featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, tamaki amajiki, shinso hitoshi note: so sorry their all kinda short so i could fit them all without doing a second part

izuku (i can't tell if this is a person of broccoli....)

~ he was taking notes on you and your quirk one day

~ poor baby didn't even notice it because he was going on and on about your quirk until uraraka pointed it out in curiosity

~ his face lit up like a tomato

~ he tried to explain somehow but failed... horribly...

~ he actually ended up doing it a few more times

~ you caught him doing it once and he closed (slammed) his book faster than the speed on light. At least he didn't say he didn't do it.

~ after that you would always look over his paper sometimes to try and catch him in the act but after that he's never been caught again, doesn't mean he doesn't do it though.

~ it's just something he can't get over now

bakugo (the angry pomeranian. best friends a simp so might be a little bit oc-ish)

~ even he doesn't know what happened but one second his writing with his head in his hands and the next he's a blushing mess.

~ you had walked past his desk and when you saw it you pointed it out.

~ bakugo would extremely blush, but then he would try to hide it and start yelling at you telling you to mind your own business and start saying your delusional.

~ afterward after class he would go straight to his dorm a blushing mess.

~ like deku you would never find him doing it again.

~ for weeks after that you would be on his mind, he would think about that god awful moment.

~ he tried to play off the thoughts running in his head about your pretty little face as you had asked about it.

~ god he loved that curious glint in your eyes, but he'll NEVER say so.

shoto (it's icy thought on thursdays)

(help i have no idea how he would act, soo soo soo sorry this is gonna be so ooc, but all of them are soo...)

~ deku finds him doing it and asks him about it quietly so you couldn't hear shoto was writing your name with hearts.

~ he automatically erases it and stares at deku with a poker face "who's y/n?"

~ deku would automatically fall silent. "eh... um... nevermind." deku would say ending that awkward conversation.

~ of course somehow word about it would get to you, how? no idea. don't ask me.

~ you could ask shoto about it but he would just ghost the question.

~ like bakugo he would never be seen doing it again but his feelings for you would escalate from that day.

denki (my cute little sparky boy who lit a spark in my heart)

~ kiri found out about denki tending to write your name (yes in yellow hearts. get it? haha, i'm so funny... ha... ha... i'm delusional and a idiot...)

~ denki openly admitted it with an energetic smile

~ after going on and on about for a full hour with bakugo and kiri just staring at him like he's a simp (but i'm a bigger simp)

~ after that he just sat back down laughing awkwardly and scratching the back of his head.

~ if you had asked him about it though his brain would fry like when he uses his quirk and he would become a blushing mess

~ if you didn't though he would just stay cocky about it thinking that if you ever found out he'd just have a chance to ask you out but as you can see... it failed... horribly...

~ he would still ask you out though... in this brain... his fried brain...

~ but all that you would get was a blushing mess and incomprehensible babbles.

~ he would try again once he's brain wasn't on the fritz but his brain fried again thinking about it... holly ratatouille he's cute

tamaki (no.1 shy boi of my heart, ligt changing songs just for him, now playing "i can't handle change" by roar,)

~ you thought the others were nervous? oh boy... ignore getting your brain fried, ignore turning into a tomato, ignore whatever shoto and bakugo were. this shy boy right here is the real deal.

~ mario *ahem* i mean mirio caught tamaki in the act and asked about it.

~ of course tamaki blushed, with that quivering smile appearing on his lips.

~ tamaki being mirio's best friend told him about his feelings for you and mirio being mirio promised not to tell a soul

~ but once nejire told mirio about your little crush on tamaki mirio told nejire about tamaki's little crush on you. and then the word spread like wildfire

~ once tamaki had figured it out he was in a full blown panic attack

~ poor baby didn't even consider you liked him back and thought it was all a prank on him for liking

~ it took a lot of convincing for him to finally understand you liked him back

shinso (my beautiful insomniac who would keep me company through those bad nights)

~ umm... so who's the worst person to find you writing your crush's name with hearts? stop thinking its aizawa.

~ as soon as he catches shinso writing your name with hearts next to it.... damn... his own Protégé having a crush on his own student...

~ aizawa doesn't exactly hate the idea of shinso getting a girl/boyfriend but at the same time they could get in the way of hero work.

~ aizawa keeps it to himself that he knows shinso's crush but shinso had noticed something was off about the way mr.aizawa would act when he and you were together

~ once shinso had asked about it and aizawa explained shinso had birds over his head

~ after that he makes a deal with aizawa, he works as hard as he can and aizawa will help shinso get to go one a date with her and boy shinso kept his word

bye bye

none of it is my art

#my hero acedamia headcanons #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #shoto todoroki #denki kaminari #tamaki amajiki #shinsou hitoshi #izuku x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto x reader #denki x reader #tamaki x reader #shinsou x reader #horrible jokes

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 11 months

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Picnic Dates, plus two - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

Description: You've got a lunch date, but it's not with James.

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REQUESTS OPEN FOR PEDS!READER - request here

Y/n skipped down the halls of peds, smiling to herself. Each room she passed she waved to the patients inside. Holly, Trevor, Milton, Magnus, Bea, Molly, Jo, Josh. She knew all their names and knew how they should look, so that if anything was even slightly off she could spring into action.

She reached the last of the rooms on the hallway and pulled out a pink glitter file from her stack. Truthfully, she wasn’t allowed to decorate her patients files, but it turns out if you are not swamped with malpractice lawsuits and actually have a good bedside manner with your patients, Cuddy can be quite lenient.

“Hello y/n!” the little girl jumped up from her bed showing off her finding nemo pyjamas. Her blonde curls fell in front of her face, being batted away by her tiny hands.

“Good morning, Lisa! And how are you doing this fine day?”

“I good!”

“Can you give me anything more specific?” Y/n teased, raising her eyebrow.

“I feel really, really, really, really well!”

“I am so pleased to hear that Lisa. I am just going to do a quick examination, not that I don’t fully trust your own medical degree.” Lisa laughed and her parents lovingly looked at how happy their daughter seemed despite her condition. That was all down to y/n.

Lisa had become a regular of the hospital, brought in many times with asthma attacks so severe each trip to the hospital seemed to be a death sentence. Every time, y/n was there so Lisa could wake up to a familiar face. Stroking her hair and talking to her so she didn’t have to come to terms with her scary surroundings.

As y/n went to leave the room she was stopped by Lisa’s mum.

“Hi Dr y/l/n, I just wanted to say thank you.”

“It’s nothing, it’s my job.”

“No, it’s not. Examining her, diagnosing her, that’s your job. No one’s making you sing her songs or play her games. So…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Y/n left the room, her heart feeling just that bit warmer seeing that little girl babble to her parents about everything that was in her tiny head. She felt a presence next to her and her heart practically set on fire when her eyes met his.

“Hi.” It was soft, like she was sharing a secret.

“Hi. How’s Lisa doing?”

“She’s doing well, she’ll be home this afternoon. Just in time for SpongeBob.” Wilson raised an eyebrow. “Her favourite.”

“Now, remember last week when we went to that deli in the town over and you loved that sandwich. Well, I went to the shops and got all the ingredients and made us two of your sandwich with chips, coleslaw, and everything. My office, 12?”

A sorrowful look crossed her face, and she seemed to retreat into her mind.

“You have other plans—it’s fine, enjoy.”

“Believe me, that sounds amazing and usually I would love to but—I can’t.” Wilson nods but his gaze is on the floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets. She grasped his arms in a silent question that he is okay with this. He covered her hand with his own.

“I’m okay.” Despite feeling unsatisfied with his answer, she picked up her files and made her way down the corridor. Every few moments she turned back around to look at the oncologist who now was weakly kicking at the floor.

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The door to House’s office slams open.

“At what point in each marriage did my wives start retreating from me.”

“Catherine of Aragon, 3 years, and 4 months. Boleyn, 2 years, and 11 months.”

Wilson falls down onto the chair in his friends office.

“Please don’t call my ex-wives that.”

“I’m a history buff, what can I say, Henry.” House smirks.

Ignoring the ill-placed humour, Wilson continues.

“My point remains that they were all after a lengthy period of time—”

“And/or directly after you cheated.” He looks towards House’s smug face, disapprovingly.

“But neither of them were after 2 months.”

“Trouble in peds, oh I’m sorry paradise.”

“I don’t really know. It just feels like she doesn’t want to spend time with me.”

“Well, she is a paediatrician, so every day she meets people more emotionally mature than you.”

“Ha ha. Just today she blew me off for lunch, and, thinking about it we haven’t had lunch together at the office in a week. What if she’s pulling away? What if she doesn’t love me anymore?”

“What if she’s busy?” House still refused to look up from his Gameboy.

“She’s not, I checked. She just has 10 patients she’s monitoring, none of which are severe.”

House paused his game. “You checked her files? I’m rubbing off on you. Boy wonder oncologist, we may have found your bad bone yet. Maybe we should get a noun to replace your last name as well.”

“I’m going to confront her.” Wilson abruptly stood up and opened the door.

“The word you’re looking for is communicate.” Wilson went to leave. “WAIT! Wilson-“ House picked up the phone “It’s for you. It’s God. He say’s you’re bad at relationships.”

Wilson angrily left the room and slammed the door which echoed with the cackles of his best friend.

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Y/n opened the door to leave her office, armed with a pasta salad and an iced coffee.

“Do you want to break up?”

Y/n was startled by her flustered boyfriend who had jumped out in front of her.

“What? No! Why would you think that? I love you of course I don’t want to leave you.” She reached up to cup his cheek and used her thumb to stroke under his eyes.

“I can’t believe you were thinking that! I can’t believe I made you think that! Oh, baby I’m so sorry.” After her rambling she threw her arms around his neck, ladening his neck with so many kisses as way of apology. Wilson chuckled before completing the hug and squeezing her waist.

She pulled back from the hug.

“Why did you think I wanted to leave you?”

“Well, lunch. You didn’t want to, again, and we haven’t had lunch together in about a week. And in all my past relationships, there comes a time when they start to retreat,” He scratched the back of his neck “I just thought it had come sooner than usual.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, I couldn’t.”

She bit her lip and tried to find the right words before blurting out. “I’m seeing a 12-year-old.”

Wilson simply couldn’t find the words.

“Please—”

“Oh, not like that. Come with me.” She took his arm and began to lead him to the elevator.

---

They stood in front of the window that showed a boy, small for his age, curled up on the hospital bed playing with two power rangers. His room was devoid of balloons, toys, cards: the decorations that covered every other peds room.

“That’s Lucas. He came in last week with pneumonia. He’s on antibiotics and he’s improving. His dad died when he was 2 and his mum works constantly to make enough money. She can’t visit him a lot, she only managed 2 visits last week. He’s never even left his house. And now he only knows two things: he’s sick and he’s alone. This hospital can look like a big scary place when you’re a kid so –”

“So, you eat lunch with him every day so he has at least one visitor.” Her boyfriend finishes her sentence flawlessly.

“I’ll bet you even tell him that you choose to be with him, probably say that all the other doctors are boring.” She laughs at how well he knows her. She steps back from the window and pushes open the door.

“Lucas, there is someone very special I want you to meet. This is Dr Wilson.”

Lucas perks up at seeing, not only his favourite doctor, but also another boy enter the room.

“Is he your friend, Dr y/l/n?”

“Yes, he is, he’s my special friend.”

“Mummy always said Daddy was her best friend. Do you love him like my mummy loved my daddy.”

“Observant kid.” Wilson quietly remarks.

“What do you have for lunch today, Dr y/l/n?”

Y/n sits down on Lucas’ bed. “Actually, Lucas, today Dr Wilson and I have—"

“Have to tell you that I took over Dr y/l/n’s clinic hours so she can have 3 more hours to spend with you. She’s been nagging me to have more time with you for weeks!” He rolls his eyes jokingly. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

She turns away from Lucas to mouth ‘Thank you’ towards him. In return he waves as if to say see you later.

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the next day

“I have the tickets, Thursday night!” House limped down the hallway flanked by his exasperated friend.

“Can’t.”

“Liar. Your girlfriend’s ignoring you so unless you’ve already found the next next potential Mrs Wilson, you’re free!”

“Actually, we –”

“Boys!”

Y/n slid into the two’s line of vision. Her pink scrubs not as cheery as her smile. Wilson quickly checked his watch.

“y/n/n, baby, isn’t Lucas waiting.”

“Who’s Lucas? You guys open now?”

“Actually, he gave me a message to give to you two. He told me to invite to lunch, and I quote, ‘your boyfriend and the mean cane guy he’s always with’”.

Wilson beams at how chipper his girlfriend seems at this news.

“Wait, both of us? You two into foursomes now? I mean I respect it.”

Rolling her eyes at House’s comment. She grabs the two by their arms and drags them to the ‘lunch’ room. They stop in the doorway, seeing Lucas who was looking into a gigantic bag of food but who quickly retreated sheepishly when he was caught.

“I retract my previous joke.” House looks down, embarrassed. He goes to approach the boy but is halted by a pressure on his ear as it was held by the smiling paediatrician. She yanks him back to her and harshly whispers “Be. Nice!”.

“Yes ma’am.” Happy with this response, she releases him. She then turns towards her boyfriend. “I even managed to get an order in from that deli. Do you like it?” she fiddles with her fingers nervously.

“Yes. Very much so.”

She skips towards Lucas but is brought back by Wilson’s hands on her waist. They turn so they are nose to nose.

“I love you.” “I love you too.”

Before their lips could touch they are interrupted.

“Ew gross!” they glare towards the bed to see that the juvenile remarks are not coming from the 12-year-old but rather the overgrown 8 year old.

---

The four ate lunch and talked and each managed to bring back a little joy for the bed ridden child. Even House slowly warmed and began to care for the boy. Every so often y/n would get up to check his stats but also to fluff his pillows, bring him his toys and juice. She cared so deeply and wanted every child who passed through her care to feel special and heard.

Wilson sat back and watched the scene unfold, happy to be an observer. And as he watched the woman, he loved be a mother for a child who wasn’t even her own, he couldn’t help but imagine her with their own.

—-

Props to anyone who spots the joke about one of Robert Sean Leonard’s other films ;)

#james wilson x peds!reader #james wilson #dr james wilson x reader #dr james wilson #house x wilson #dr house #house #house md

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jamdoughnutmagician · 5 months

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Rainbow Sprinkles

A short, and hopefully cute and fluffy little fic for the very lovely, and beautiful @penguinsandpotterheads Happy Birthday Holly, I hope you have an amazing day, bestie!!!! <3

Word Count:923

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You make your way into your home after a busy day at work just ready to sink into the arms of your boyfriend, perhaps order some take-out and watch a shitty movie that would ultimately end up getting ignored in favour of making out with said boyfriend, but as you tread into the home you shared with Eddie you come to realise those plans had been thrown out of the window.

Because there he is. In the kitchen, his hair bundled up on top of his head, with a few loose curls framing his, and a white apron tied around his body smeared with many different stains.

You step quietly into the kitchen, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

“What’re you up to there?” you say, making your way over to him.

You watch as he jumps at the sound of your voice.

“You’re home early!” he babbles, looking over your shoulder at the clock on the wall.

“Yeah, they let me go early since it’s my birthday, which was nice of them.” you explain.

“Yeah I suppose that is nice of them, I just hadn’t expected you to be home so soon.”

“You never answered my question.” you pry curiously.

“Hm?”

“What are you up to?” you ask again as your eyes come to scan over the mess that litters the kitchen counter. There’s cracked eggs shells, an open bag of flour that is somehow dusting more of the counter than there is in the bowl which you gather that he intended it for. The large mixing bowl is filled with what looks like a deep, rich chocolate mixture.

“Oh that.” he chuckles. “I was kind of hoping to bake you a cake as a surprise but I quickly realised that I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

"No no, I think it looks alright." you say, as you mix the wooden spoon around in the mixture.

"Wayne gave me the recipe, so if it sucks it's totally his fault and not mine" he laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Well let's get it in the oven, and see what happens! Then we can decorate it together!" You smile, placing a kiss on your boyfriend's face.

You reach on to the counter to set the timer, whilst Eddie pours the cake mixture in a round baking tin and places it in the oven.

"I'm just going to set a timer for thirty minutes" You tell him.

"There's a lot you can do in thirty minutes." Eddie says suggestively, raising his eyebrows up.

You playfully slap him on his arm as you tug him away from the mess in the kitchen.

"Keep it in your pants until later, Loverboy." you flirtatiously chastise him.

“But it’s your birthday!”

Sure enough the timer in the kitchen dings, and you pull yourself away from Eddie’s hold as he places sweet kisses to your neck.

As it turns out, snuggling on the couch, which turned into an inevitable makeout session you always knew it would, was an excellent way to spend your birthday.

“Come on Teddy! The cake’s ready to come out of the oven!” you cheer as you tug him up from the seat with you, and practically skip to the kitchen.

“Here, let me get it out, I am the one with the apron after all.” he smirks, reaching for a dish towel.

He opens up the oven door, the smell of delicious, warm chocolate wafts out as he brings the cake out and places it on the countertop.

“Not to be too cocky, but I reckon I’ve got this baking thing down to a fine art, Sweetheart.” he smiles, marvelling down at the perfectly risen sponge in the tin.

“Okay, Julia Child, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.” You tease him lightly, which earns you an adorable giggle from your boyfriend.

“Now we just have to wait for it to cool down and then we can start decorating it!” Eddie cheers.

Eddie smears a thick layer of gooey, fudgy, chocolate frosting over the now cooled cake whilst you stand by with a tub of brightly coloured sprinkles in hand ready to scatter on top.

“She’s all yours, have at it, Picasso.” Eddie smiles as he stands back to allow you to recklessly sprinkle your cake with the decoration.

You finish decorating the cake, taking a step back to marvel at your creation.

“I think we make a good team, between your baking and my flair for abstract decorations.”

“Yeah, we do. We make an excellent team.” Eddie agrees, pulling you into him with a one-armed side hug and a kiss pressed into the crown of your head.

“Y’know, I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my birthday.” You say as you snuggle against him, a slice of your cake on your plate and a fork in hand.

“Hm?” Eddie mumbles around a mouthful of cake, his own slice sitting on his plate, almost gone from him demolishing it as quickly as it had been served up.

“Yeah, just being here and spending time with you, has made me the happiest birthday girl in the world!” you beam, as you snuggle deeper into his warmth.

Eddie smiles, he’s so warmed by your admission, and his smile only grows when he thinks about the surprise party he’s organised for you this weekend. All your closest friends and loved ones, there just to celebrate you, and have a good time.

“I love you so much, Sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Teddy.”

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #Eddie Munson Fluff #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson x fem!reader

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helpimhyperfixating · 4 months

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baby Merlyne learning how to crawl.

All Mer learn how to crawl on the beaches. Because sun bathing is such an important aspect of Mer pods, young Mer learn to crawl rather quick.

Not per se by a push from their parents, but while the parents enjoy a good bake, the little rascals start squirming and rolling around, flopping their little tails. Soon enough, they’ll copy what they’ve seen from their parents and start to develop those arm muscles ;3

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Sighing softly, Jotaro lay on his back, the sand warm on his skin and the sun calmly shining down, slowly evaporating the water sticking to his form, allowing his skin to properly absorb the salt.

His peace and quiet was short lived however, as grabby hands started to poke and prod at his side.

“Jolyne…” Sighing softly, Jotaro opened an eye, looking at his daughter which was to his right, only to flinch as she suddenly pinched him. “Ow, don’t do that.” He huffed, lifting her little hand away, to which the pup blinked up at her father, surprised to be grabbed before she frowned.

Seeing the angry little face, Jotaro let go of her wrist, grunting as he rolled onto his side, his tail lifting up to curl around his daughter, sand sticking to the underside.

“What is it?” He hummed, resting his head on his hand as he raised an eyebrow, watching the little girl almost seem to try and telepathically tell him what it was - which didn’t help of course as he just saw an angry pout and nothing more.

Seeing her dad’s lack of reaction, Jolyne babbled in frustration, her tail angrily flopping.

She’d gotten to that stage where she just learned how to swim on her own for short distances, talking not really ingrained yet as she instead babbled and clicked nonsense.

Tightening his tail around her a bit, Jotaro almost created a sort of play pen, watching lazily as the small Mer grabbed onto his scales, little claws grazing the strong scales, harmless.

It took a little bit, but the black-tailed Mer then decided to reach out, intending to lift his daughter onto his chest so that she’d stay still and be able to absorb the salt too - much needed if she wanted her skin to thicken and harden.

Yet before he could, he watched as she rolled onto her stomach, little chubby arms reaching out and grabbing onto his tail, his head lifting from his hand in surprise as he watched Jolyne grunt, pulling herself towards his tail, where she then proceeded to bite down, starting to drool onto his tail as she used the scales as a pacifier.

Yet for Jotaro, he quickly looked around, catching his mother’s gaze.

No words were necessary for Holly to understand what just happened. Instantly, a smile beamed onto her face and Jotaro couldn’t help the flutter in his chest, the corners of his mouth lifting up as he looked back to his daughter, purposefully moving his tail out from under her, shifting it just a small distance away.

Letting out an angry little noise, Jolyne began swinging her hands, flopping her tail as she tried to get herself back towards his tail.

It was awkward and her arms lacked the strength, but Jotaro didn’t care. She was trying.

Shifting to sit up, he reached out and lifted her tail, taking the weight over from her, to which the small girl instantly started mowing her arms, trying to wheel herself forward now that it was no longer as heavy.

Obliging, Jotaro watched his daughter ‘crawl’ on her hands towards the end of his tail, a proper smile forming on his face as pride took over.

Pups weren’t usually this quick. Yet here she was, practically crawling already.

A little cheer from his right caught his attention as he saw his mother happily clapping, the both of them watching Jolyne grab hold of his scales once more, content to just nibble and teeth as if it was the most normal of moments.

Yet for Jotaro, it would forever be a memory ingrained in his brain.

After all, this was his little girl.

#hih answers #mertaro #watch me sneak more lore into a drabble #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #hih mermaid au #jotaro x reader #not really an xreader but that’s what I’m known for #jolyne cujoh #jolyne kujo

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bagdaddyb · 1 year

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Ayo Little Apple was so good! Do you think you can do a prequel? Maybe of how Larissa and r got together or how they met?

How I Met the Real You

Warnings: College (yes that’s a warning), alcohol consumption, cursing

Author's note: I've decided to make Little Apple into an au since people loved it so much! Go ahead and send the Little Apple au ask and req my way

The walls shook with the force of the speakers in the small house. People's shoulders touched due to the overcrowded nature of the party and Larissa can't help but wonder why she even showed up to the stupid frat party. No one liked her that much she knew but Steven, oh people loved Steven and Larissa didn't mind having to pretend at least it allowed her human interaction every once and a while. So fighting back a grimace at how uncomfortable she was she tried to tune back into what her group... Steven's group of friends where talking about or trying to talk about over the music.

"Fuck this school."

"Fuck these teachers too but please don't get me started we came here to have fun not continue to wallow."

"If we could have fun we would. House full of people and still nobody here."

Larissa fought back a scowl towards the boy to her left. Normies always put themselves on a pedestal, make themselves out to be so much better than the rest when in reality they're all the same.

"I'm going to grab another drink."

Larissa said in a voice she didn't recognize before standing.

"I'll come with you."

A girl named Holly said quickly standing and attaching herself to Larissa's side. Rolling her eyes Larissa pushes through the crowd ignoring the girl as much as she can, Holly seemed to have a crush on Steven and that was simply something Larissa didn't have time for. Reaching the kitchen that held all the drinks Larissa grabbed a cheap beer before also handing one to Holly.

"Thanks Steven."

Holly said while tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Whatever lets get back."

"Wait."

Holly said grabbing Larissa's arm but before she could speak a loud noise coming from the main room caught their attention. Thanking whatever the distraction was Larissa was quick to leave the kitchen pretending to eagerly want to see what was causing the commotion. Making your way through the crowd people seem to step aside and let you by like there isn't hundreds of others here. Something about you wouldn't let Larissa's eyes leave your form. In a moment the whole party seemed to revolve around you, (Y/N) (L/N) the whole campus knew about you. Transferring to this school just last year you were already very popular among the student body but no one knew you like Larissa. She grew up an outcast surrounded by outcast she recognized the familiar shine of siren eyes, knew the telltale pendant for power suppression. Yet there was something different about you, Larissa couldn't breath when you looked her way, lost her train of thought when you spoke, started to sweat when you smiled. She didn't know how to deal with these feelings having always been perfectly composed she was completely unused to becoming a babbling mess in your presence. She couldn’t understand your affect on her and to make matters worse it wasn’t really even her you were talking to.... it was Steven.

“Steven.”

Holly said making Larissa jump, snapping her eyes away from your form.

“What?”

“Steven listen I... I actually really like you, I know you aren’t seeing anybody so I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out sometime?”

Holly’s hand grabbed Larissa’s arm as she spoke rubbing up and down as she brought her body closer to Larissa’s.

“Steven!”

An alluring voice yelled snapping Larissa’s eyes away from Holly. Your razor sharp gaze cut into Larissa, despite being across the crowded room there seemed to be a straight path between your two bodies. You waved once motioning Larissa over and that was all it took for her body to move.

“Sorry Holly we’ll talk later.”

Walking away without looking back, Larissa gulped her beer hoping the liquid courage would allow her not to become a mess in your presence.

“Hey (Y/N.)”

Larissa said as she approached praising herself for sounding cool and collected.

“Hey sexy.”

You responding with a bright smile hand running up the arm Holly had previously touched once Larissa got close enough and just like that all the walls she had built on the walk over came crashing down and Larissa was putty in your hands.

“I missed you today, I hate when I have to miss class.”

Larissa hummed in response lost in the brightness that was your eyes. Looking in your purse you smack your lips before pouting.

“I forgot something in my car, will you walk out with me I don’t want to go out alone.”

Nodding Larissa stuffs her hands in her pockets.

“Of course.”

Your blinding smile is back as you stand from your seat at a table linking an arm with Larissa she doesn’t stop you as you both make your way through the seemingly parting crowd. Once outside the cold air washes over Larissa, the breeze a relief from the excessive amount of body heat within the frat house. The walk to your car is semi long you arrived rather late resulting in you having to park on the next street over but you were grateful for it now, enjoying your extended time with ‘Steven’ or at least that’s who the white haired girl in the back of your public speaking class wanted you to believe you were with. Larissa felt awkward in the silence as you walked but also found herself unsure of what to say, not being any good when it came to talking to you.

“Can I ask you something?”

You said as you finally approached your car turning to lean on it while you stared the shapeshifter in her same hypnotizing blue eyes.

“Sure.”

Larissa said tucking her hands deeper in her pockets.

“Does it get tiring pretending?”

The world seemed to stop around Larissa as she took in your words.

“What do you mean?”

She responded trying to hide the quickening of her heart beat.

“I mean...”

You said standing off the car moving into Larissa’s space.

“When am I going to stop having to talk to ‘Steven’ to get you to hold a conversation with me?”

Your hands wrapped around Larissa’s waist as you looked deep in her eyes. Larissa began to panic eyes searching for a quick out yet finding nothing as she found herself to far from the party to use that as any excuse.

“I don’t know what you’re...”

“I much prefer your white hair and long legs if you ask me.”

Larissa full body flushed the anxiety at being caught completely covered by your compliments about her true self.

“So I ask again, when can I stop talking to ‘Steven’?”

Larissa’s blush never faltered even as she changed forms right in your arms loose white locks falling over her shoulders blue eyes now refusing to meet yours.

“There we go.”

You say softly blinding smile still shining up at Larissa. Letting go of the woman you stretch out your hand.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

Taking your hand with an amused yet shy smile Larissa allowed her eyes to meet yours again.

“Larissa.”

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #wednesday #wednesday netflix

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womaninwinter · 7 months

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This one little moment has produced So Much fic and meta, there's hardly anything left to say about it (but don't worry that won't stop me from trying!!).

The first thing I'm interested in here is George's motivations – he's made it very clear that he thinks Lucy left because of Holly, so bringing her up is basically him merrily pulling the pin out of a conversational grenade. And the whole "old Luce doesn't mind dirt" thing is just mean tbh, Lucy straight out told him in THB that Holly's "perfect" appearance bothers her (with the implication that it makes her feel insecure), so he's essentially shoving the knife in right into what he knows is a sore spot. Of course, he's still very hurt by Lucy leaving (which I think is particularly understandable given that as far as he knows, Lucy's reasons for going were petty in the extreme), and he's just put that aside quite generously to bandage her up and listen to her story, and accepted her coming back to stay indefinitely on very vague terms. But I think that now that the fear for Lucy's safety has worn off, some of the bitterness has crept back in, and he's not-so-subtly reminding her that he hasn't forgotten everything just because she's in trouble.

The second thing is the famous orange juice moment. Until recently, I read it as Lockwood being slightly petty about remembering Lucy's tastes seeing as she pretended to forget how he took his tea, but I never fully liked that, because it doesn't really gel with how he behaves in the rest of the scene. From the second Lucy appears at his front door – in fact, right from the start of TCS – Lockwood is all about "how can I get her back." He's solicitous of her feelings, he's constantly checking up on her, he offers her a place to stay without hesitation – it just doesn't make sense to me that he would be trying to score points.

And then I read this fic by the ultra-talented @egrets with LW's POV on the whole scene, and in this one, he's just desperately babbling about the orange juice in an effort to distract Lucy from asking about Holly. In fact, I'm just going to quote it bcs it's so good and everyone should see it:

“You fret too much about Holly, George. She’s never complained about staying over,* has she?” He said that last bit quickly, hoping Lucy wouldn’t catch it. “You want some orange juice, Lucy? It’s your favourite: the kind with pulp.” Mind, he knew that she didn’t like pulp, but maybe it’d get them out of this conversation about Holly. Instead, George tsk ed. “Lucy doesn’t like orange juice with pulp. Remember?” Now George was just making him look bad. “Oh, yes, that’s right. It gets caught between your teeth, doesn’t it?” Her stare was heavy, penetrating Lockwood in a way that made him want to sit in the corner for timeout like a child. “I’ll take the juice,” she said finally, then tried to lighten her tone. She wasn’t particularly successful. “So, did Holly stay over last night?” “Personally, I always thought straining it through your teeth is part of the fun. You can pretend you're a blue whale.” His silliness was not an adequate enough distraction, because when he caught Lucy’s eye, she was scowling. “What?”

I love this interpretation because it tracks with how Lockwood behaves about Holly in the run-up to this moment, especially in the scene at Lucy's flat, where he straight up pretends not to hear her when she mentions Holly's name (so so funny to me incidentally). So, clearly, Lockwood thinks that Holly is some part of the reason Lucy left and is desperate to avoid the subject, so yeah, using the orange juice as a very weak attempt at distraction is far more on brand than petty jibes IMO. (Petty jabs are very much a George vibe though tbh).

#TCS reread #the Great OJ Discourse #okay so tbh i didn't really write meta here I just quoted the fic #but w/e

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faemytho · 7 months

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Maybe some fun found family stuff with pitaya and snapdragon?

sorry gonna put holly in there too lol

it/its snapdragon, snapdragon lore headcanons, dragontongue headcanons (i made up a few words + language rules), hollytaya if you squint really hard. this got a little bit emotional instead of silly, my bad. hope you enjoy it anyways!

"What are you staring at me for?" Pitaya Dragon Cookie asked, ignoring the tiny dragon climbing on their head.

They had parted from Royal Margarine and Tarte Tatin upon reaching Dragon City. With their agreement to help in the upcoming war, Pitaya was following Hollyberry and Wildberry back to the Hollyberry Kingdom. She really hadn't expected to return with one dragon, let alone two.

"Nothing, I just- I never took you for the parental type," Hollyberry finally said, watching Pitaya scramble to catch Snapdragon when it fell, babbling happily.

"Parental type? Is that some kind of cookie concept I don't know about?" Pitaya asked, but they apparently weren't really looking for an answer as they turned their attention down to the dragonet in their arms. It babbled something in dragontongue, and they responded in dragontongue as well, the words clearly gleeful despite her inability to understand them.

"Yes," Hollyberry said awkwardly, turning her gaze to Wildberry. He gave her an impassive look, but she was good at reading the little twitches of expression in his face. She dug this hole for herself, he was saying, don't drag him into it.

Snapdragon babbled behind her, and Pitaya laughed.

"Parenting is when an older cookie, or more, takes care of a younger cookie with the intention of helping them grow up into an older cookie," Hollyberry explained, awkward and stilted, and realized she hadn't really been a very good parent herself. "With how well you're getting along with that little fella, we'd call cookies like that the parenting type."

"Well, there's only one problem with that," Pitaya said, finally looking up at Hollyberry. The depths of their eyes would never cease to astound her. "Neither of us are cookies, and Snapdragon and I are around the same age."

"Bwuh- huh?" Hollyberry said, elegantly. Even Wildberry looked confused, as much as he was attempting to avoid engaging in the conversation. "But it- How? Didn't it just hatch?"

"That's also two problems," Wildberry muttered, and was promptly ignored.

Snapdragon babbled again, little paws batting at a lock of Pitaya's hair draped over their shoulder from the rest of their mane. Pitaya shrugged, and let the little dragon do what it liked. "Yes," they answered Hollyberry, "it did. But it has been conscious for... about as long as I have existed. Its egg was laid in ancient times, back when I was still a little dragon myself!"

"Daond ahor?" Snapdragon asked, blinking up at the other dragon as cutely as it could manage. Pitaya laughed.

"Needy little thing," they cooed, petting Snapdragon's head. The little dragon babbled happily at the attention.

Hollyberry was still reeling, but if she didn't think about it too hard, she could somewhat wrap her head around it. "I still think it counts," she said, gazing at the two dragons. "Even if it is near in age to you, it still just hatched, and it certainly still needs guidance. You could be its parent."

"Eghk," Pitaya voiced their discomfort, looking down at Snapdragon. They held the little dragon away from themself, giving it a scrutinizing look. "Cookie family. What do you think?"

"Clann!" it shouted, dissolving into a fit of giggles. Curiously, the look of disgust had faded from Pitaya's face, replaced by something indescribably soft.

"Okay," Pitaya said softly. Hollyberry resisted the urge to double-take; she'd never heard them speak so quietly before, and they continued speaking in a murmur. "T'ihn clann wyit, tilt'hend."

Snapdragon squealed. "Tilt'hend!"

The Berry Forest came into view, but they didn't continue their conversation until they'd returned to the Hollyberry Kingdom. News of their victories had already spread, and they were greeted back as heroes, even with Pitaya among them. Immediately, there was a grand celebration; Hollyberrians were nothing if not expert party planners.

The night approached quickly, and they gradually retired from the celebration. As the Queen Mother of the realm, Hollyberry had a room set aside for her draconic guests. This didn't happen to matter much to Pitaya however, as they let themself into her chambers and threw their entire weight onto her bed with a groan in the early hours of the morning.

"Finally," they complained, laying face down. Hollyberry promptly set aside her book and glass of wine. "I just convinced Snapdragon to try to sleep. It's been in that egg for so long it didn't want to, and with all the excitement, it was so wound up..."

"Parenting troubles?" Hollyberry teased in amusement. Pitaya gave another groan, pulling themself up slightly to rest their face on their arms.

"Yes-" they started to complain again, but stopped short. Lifting their head a bit more, they fixed her with a slit-eyed glare. "Clann is not 'parenting troubles'."

Hollyberry laughed. "Seems a lot like it to me."

Pitaya rolled their eyes, muttering. "Of course, as a cookie, you wouldn't understand. Clann is like... a pack bond. To use cookie terms, it's a family you choose, where all within it are valued as equal, whether partner or blood or neither."

"Snapdragon asked you to be clan," Hollyberry realized, trying her best approximation of the dragontongue word. Pitaya nodded with a shrug.

"Yes, it did. Snapdragon is..." Pitaya trailed off, seemingly realizing something. They sat up now, wings flapping slightly in their scramble. "Dammit Hollyberry, this is parenting troubles!"

She laughed at them. She couldn't help it, and their distraught expression only made her laugh more.

"What are you laughing for?" they demanded, a slightly desperate look on their face. "Stop that, this is serious! I've never had a child before!"

"Oh, I'm sorry my friend," Hollyberry said through snorts of laughter, "I'm afraid I'm just finding all of this quite amusing."

"You've had children, right?" Pitaya asked, and the wisps of lingering desperation in their tone nearly set her off again. She managed to calm herself. The dragon cookie perched at the foot of her bed looked so genuine.

"Yes. Only one though," she answered, her laughter fading away. As she thought about her son, her smile fell away as well. She really hadn't been a very good parent to her son at all. It was one of the things in her past that she regretted the most. "Truth be told, I wasn't very good at the whole parenting thing. I'm afraid I won't be of much help if you're looking to ask me for advice."

Pitaya deflated, slumping back down on the bed and stretching out like a cat. "Ugh," they muttered, "I just don't want to mess this up. Snapdragon's been unhatched for so long and I've been without clann for so long-"

"Hey, none of that now," Hollyberry admonished them, her voice soft despite that. "You're the Greenish-Red dragon! Besides that, I can tell you already care a lot about it. So long as it knows you care, and keep caring about it, I think that's all you need. I wasn't very good about either of those things with my son, and its something I regret quite a bit."

Pitaya gave her a scrutinizing look. She met their gaze, unflinching at the depth of their slit-pupils and the black of their sclera. After a long moment, they sighed, and rolled themself off her bed.

"I'd better go check on it," they muttered, but they sounded better now. Less desperate.

"Have a good night, Pitaya," Hollyberry called after them, watching as they paused at the door.

"I never said this," Pitaya said, their hand on the doorknob and not turning around, "but thank you, Hollyberry. I feel better about Snapdragon, now."

"You're quite welcome," she responded with a smile. Pitaya huffed out a laugh, turned the knob, and left her chambers.

She had no doubt they would be good for the little rascal.

#pitaya dragon cookie #snapdragon cookie #hollyberry cookie #cookie run #cookie run fanfic #cookie run kingdom #my writing #mae writes cookies

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darthstitch · 2 years

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Magic Dance

Hob's one of the few Professors in the university who actually didn't mind his students bringing in the odd infant or two. He saw no point in letting a student miss a class due to babysitting woes and the part of him that would always be a father was always happy to walk around lecturing with a little one in his arms, raptly attentive.

Of course, it was also helpful to have a partner who was apparently something of a baby whisperer himself. Hob has a most excellent drawing by little Holly Wheeler, depicting "Mister Sandman" with bright sparkly stars in his eyes, dressed in his customary black. It was, of course, framed and given a place of honor at his desk.

Hob has been told that the young lady had been most spirited in her defense of "Mister Sandman" to her very surprised kindergarten teacher, who had found the drawing rather ominous.

"He's not scary at all! He's nice and he sings with me and he makes pretty dreams and he sent me the monster under my bed so I don't get scared when Mummy turns off the light!"

His Darkness the King of All Night's Dreaming was absolutely not blushing, when he'd heard this story. There was something of a light cough (surely not a sign of embarassment, of course) and a murmured, "Quite" as his sole reaction to everything.

Today, it was Rose Walker's turn to bring in her own charge, nine month old Daniel Hall, who might normally have been a very charming little man, except for the look on his face.

It was a very familiar look for Hob, though he would smugly admit that he was now seeing less of that expression on a Certain Someone's face these days.

"Oh dear," Hob sighed theatrically. "We are in a mood today, aren't we, my lad?"

"Hmph."

"Don't worry, Professor G," Rose sighed. "He's not going to throw a tantrum in the middle of class. He's not normally like this, though. He's usually a happy little guy."

"Well, being as I'm used to Someone who's not always a ray of sunshine himself -- "

The class snickered.

" -- we'll just let young... "

"Daniel."

"Right, let's give young Daniel a little bit of peace and quiet today while we get through the rest of the class, hmm?"

Daniel babbled what sounded like an affirmative. Hob smiled. "Good lad."

The class proceeded as normal for the next 30 minutes and true to Rose's word, little Daniel was remarkably quiet for a child his age, quietly playing with his favorite toy, a teddy bear named Derby.

That was, until, Dream had walked in.

Dream normally just slipped into the classroom and would just sit quietly in his seat, gratifyingly attentive to whatever Hob was discussing. Occasionally, he joined in, much to the class' delight. Today, however, was the day Dream would get a teddy bear thrown at his head.

Daniel had remarkable aim and range for a nine month old, even if Dream had caught Derby Bear before it hit him.

"Daniel!" Rose scolded.

Daniel responded with angry babble, at which point the Lord of Dreams crossed over to stare down at the infant, eyebrow raised.

"I am not in the habit of having to explain myself, Daniel Hall."

"Uh... sorry, Uncle Dream, you better, because he's been grumpy and bad tempered for the last week. Wonder where he gets it from?" Rose's tone was arch.

Hob muffled a snort. Of course, he ended up getting The Eyebrow in turn but he was already accustomed to the mercurial Monarch of the Sleeping Marches, so he just met that with his best innocent look.

Somebody slipped him a bucket of popcorn. Hob's still not sure how the class managed to produce the things whenever Popcorn Incidents were happening.

"I was obliged to entertain a Faerie delegation, who are not under the rule of Oberon and Titania. Rather, they were the folk led by the Goblin King." Dream paused and leveled Daniel with a meaningful look. "They are rather fond of stealing small children away."

"NOPE!" Steve hollered from the back of the class. "Not happening!"

"As I count you dear to me, little Daniel, I would not allow you or any other child in my care within a hundred leagues of their presence. Which is why you've not been able to come to me in the Dreaming. Now do you understand?"

Every person in the classroom would swear to Daniel's contemplative expression, which totally did not resemble a certain Dream Lord's at all. Then, the baby finally beamed up at him and reached out, making the universal sign of wanting to be picked up.

Which Dream did. "Thank you, your Royal Highness, this one is most relieved to be in your good graces once again."

He imperiously ignored the soft snickers from the rest of the room and took a seat with Daniel happy and content in his arms.

"Perhaps after that bit of entertainment, we could go back to the lesson now." Hob said dryly.

Dream inclined his head regally; Daniel copied the movement perfectly. "You may proceed."

Someone was definitely going to get kissed senseless, once they were in private. There was only so much adorableness a man could take.

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#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream/hob #dreamling #dream vs babbu #i crack what i want #the full story #i regret nothing #shhh nobody tell neil

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suzusmiley · 3 days

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Yesterday was probably the biggest day of my life, the day my inner child has been waiting for for YEARS. I got to meet Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi at the screening for the new Spiderwick series.

I was practically VIBRATING with excitement as I waited to come in. Holly and Tony walked by me and I geeked. I could not believe I was lucky enough to see Holly TWICE and finally get to meet Tony. I got to meet other fans, which was so amazing I never meet other Spiderwick fans or Cruel Prince fans. It was such a great experience to be able to go to this event.

First of all, the new show is entirely new and refreshingly modern, with a new diverse cast. I won’t lie I wasn’t completely sold on all of these changes at first but seeing the new actors portrays characters I already know and love in the way they did was amazing. The show is big on talking about mental health, race, but it’s all in ways that kids can relate to.

And Holly and Tony were the nicest people. They were so sweet to me knowing how anxious I was to meet them, I was visibly shaking. I was the first person waiting in line outside before the event started and as I chatted with the librarian I told her I drove two hours from Rhode Island to Amherst to meet them and the trip was so worth it. Said Librarian even told them about me while they were setting up I guess because she came up during my signing and said ‘she’s the one I told you about from Rhode Island’ which was so cute. It was so fun to hear where other fans were from, mostly Mass but still. Having other fans local was so amazing.

I told them how much their books have gotten me through life, through a house fire, through my parents getting divorced, through bullying, my own behavioral problems as a child, absolutely everything. I told them I truly couldn’t thank them enough and how last year I was too scared to say hi to Holly and she was just so nice about it. I told them their writing and artwork has inspired me to write my own story…

I could go on and on about the night but I’ll stop here. I definitely babbled to them as well and I’m not sure half of t came out as actual words I’m just very proud of myself that I didn’t cry in front of them because I definitely started crying outside lol.

Still, truly I cannot thank them enough. I read Spiderwick as a child, I played Spiderwick, had imaginary friends for it, it has molded me from a weird outcast little kid to a weird adult.

So if they ever happen to see this; Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I would not be here if it were not for you.

#the spiderwick chronicles #the cruel prince #holly black #tony diterlizzi

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