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Part 14 - Bump

🛑smut warning- Mature Content-18+- Minors DNI🛑

" You are a fucking slut Ross, I don't know how you do it. How do you keep getting these chicks?" Richard asked as we all sat around the lunchroom table.

Conversations at lunch were never dull, always the highlight of the work day. Most days it was random conversation, shootin the shit, talking about something Robs kid said or new songs we should learn for our next gig, today's discussion was focused on Ross and his sex life.

" It's my sparkling personality, you Asshole." Ross smirked." And my massive dick."

" It's not going to be massive if it falls off because you have been screwing nasty ass girls, you need to wrap that shit up. You don't need a disease and you certainly don't need a fucking kid." Rob pointed at Ross with a pretzel stick.

" Ok Dad." Ross rolled his eyes.

" Well I am a dad, and I hope I never have to have this conversation with my kid."

" Your kid is 7."

" Yeah and I hope he makes good choices in life and does just stick a dick in some girl just because they are offering. I hope he has better standards. Same with my daughter, she had better not ever go near a guy like you."

" It should be quality over quantity, my dude." Kevin put his two cents in and pointed to me." For example, Munson here could have any fucking girl he wants, dude is a magnet. But instead of sleeping around, he found himself a nice, quality girl that is intelligent, beautiful and bakes the best god damn cookies I have ever had. A quality girl, wife material, someone that you could bring home to your parents."

I smiled and nodded." Relationship goals, buddy. Find a nice girl before your dick falls off."

We all laughed then went back to eating. The phone rang and Rob got up to answer it since he was the closest.

" Rockin Robs music emporium, Rockin Rob here."

" Next time I answer the phone I am going to answer it Rockin Ross." Ross laughed.

" Rockin Eddie doesn't flow so I'm not fuckin saying it unless boss man tells me I have to." I popped a pretzel into my mouth .

" Hey Munson, you have a call." Rob hollered over.

I looked at Rob and he waved me over. I got up and jogged over. He handed me the phone.

" Uh, hello?"

" Is this Edward Munson?"

" Uh yeah, who is this?"

" This is Ellen from the Medical Center, we have a Veronica Montgomery here-"

My stomach dropped and my heart jumped into my throat."Oh god, what happened? Is she ok? Please tell me she is ok?"

" Mr. Munson, Miss Montgomery informed us that you were her emergency contact. She has had a little accident and is currently seeking treatment here at our facility."

" What happened! Please just tell me  what happened!"

" Miss Montgomery slid on some ice while walking to class, and fell. We are currently evaluating her to assess the damage-"

I felt myself going into panic mode, my poor girl. She's got to be ok, I need her to be." Is she ok though?"

" Suspected concussion and possible broken ankle."

" Jesus Christ! Where are you located I will be right there."

I wrote down the address then hung up the phone." Rob, I gotta go, Ronnie is at the hospital, she's hurt, I have to make sure she is alright."

" What happened? Is she ok?" Rob asked concerned.

" They are evaluating her now. Fuck!" I ran my hand over my face. I felt like I was going to puke.

Rob pat my shoulder." Go do what you gotta do. You ok kid?"

" Just worried.  God I hope she is ok."

" It is going to be fine. Get going so you can see for yourself.Keep me posted ok?"

" Hey Eddie, do you want me to drive you there?" Kevin asked.

" Thanks man but I want to have my van so I can bring her home. Could I maybe follow you?" I looked over at Rob. " Would that be ok?"

" Absolutely. Why don't you guys get going. Let me know what's going on ok?"

I nodded and ran to get my keys out of my locker, then followed Kevin out to the parking lot." Hey Kev, do you know anything about concussions?"

" Yeah they suck. I used to play hockey so I have had a couple. Headache, fuzzy head, lights and sounds hurt your brain, trouble concentrating. Only temporarily though. She's gonna be alright buddy. "

I let out a shaky breath." Hope so."

We drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital, thank god it was only 15 minutes away, when I got there I went to the registration desk and they told me where to find her. When I got to her floor she wasn't in her room, she hadn't gotten back from diagnostic imaging yet so I asked if there was a phone I could use so I could call Lucy. I had no idea if she even knew. I took a little piece of paper out of my wallet that Lucy had given me with her and Bill's work numbers on them and punched in her number.

" Hello, Lucy Carver speaking, how can I help you?"

" Lucy, it's Eddie."

" Oh hey honey, what's going on? There must be something if you are calling me here."

I took a deep breath." I'm at the hospital, Ronnie has had a little accident, apparently she fell down some stairs and bumped her head, maybe broke her ankle."

" Oh my god!! Eddie is she ok?"

" I haven't seen her yet or talked to the doctor yet, but the nurse said that she will be ok. I just want to fucking see her with my own eyes, ya know? I'm worried about her,I want to make sure she is alright."

" My poor girl!  My poor baby girl, possible broken ankle, maybe a concussion? Nothing major though, she's going to be fine,." I could hear the worry in her voice as she calmed herself down.

" I wish I knew more Lucy."

" I am glad that you are there with her Eddie. You're the one person I trust other than myself to take care of her. " I could hear her voice break." I really mean that Eddie. I know you will love and take care of my baby. "

" You know I will. She is my everything."

" I know Eds. We are lucky to have you. I wouldn't have let her move in with just anyone you know."

" I am glad that you know how much I care for her. "

" I do know. " Lucy paused." I think I will wait until we get more details before heading out, I want you to be able to get in touch with me. Eddie hon, call me when you talk to the doctor, or have the doctor call me ok? I am going to go home and pack an overnight bag real quick. I know you will take excellent care of her there is no doubt in my mind, but as her mom I just want to see for myself ."

" I am right there with you."

" Ok Kiddo, I'm going to let you go. I'm going to go home and wait for a call there Ok Honey? When you hear something call me."

" I promise I will."

" Tell my baby I love her and will see her soon. I love you too Eddie."

For some reason that one little phrase hit me hard, maybe because I was scared out of my mind and wound up. Maybe it was because I knew it was true, Lucy loved me. She loved me like I was her own kid. She could have treated me like every other person in Hawkins did but she didn't. She gave me the benefit of the doubt and gave me a chance. I felt my voice crack ." I love you too Lucy."

I hung up the phone and sat with my face in my hands. All of my emotions getting the better of me, the stress, the worry, I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I knew she would be ok, from the sounds of it nothing life threatening, but the thought of knowing she was hurt and in pain made me sick.

I don't know how long I sat there before I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Mr.Munson?"

I uncovered my face and wiped at my cheeks and nose with the sleeve of my flannel." Yes. Sorry, uh, sorry about that."

The nurse smiled at me, she was an older woman with kind eyes." It's okay Sweetie. You're here for Miss Montgomery correct?"

" Yes." I stood up, " Is she back? Can I see her?"

The nurse squeezed my shoulder, " Your fiancée is going to be just fine."

I blinked." She's doing ok?"

" She is a little confused, a little sore, a little emotional but that is normal. She has a mild concussion, she is complaining about her head hurting, we gave her what we could for pain meds. Her ankle looks really nasty, it will look worse before it looks better, swelling, bruises . Now it is just a matter of getting the swelling to go down. We have it wrapped in ice for now." The nurse started walking down the hall and I followed her." She is going to be happy to see you."

" I just need to see her with my own eyes, ya know? I have been in panic mode since I got the call. "

" Well you can relax now Sugar.Your girl is going to make a full recovery." She stopped infront of a room and opened the door. " Here she is."

I stepped inside and my heart sank. It hurt my feelings to see my sweet Princess in a hospital bed, eyes closed, wearing a hospital gown, foot propped up and icing.

" Awww Sweetheart." I walked up to the bed and ran my finger down her cheek.

She blinked slowly then focused on me." Eddie you're here." I saw her lip quiver and I leaned over and carefully kissed the top of her head.." Of course I am here Sweetheart. I got here as quickly as I could. How are you feeling darling?" I sat on the edge of the bed.

" Awful, my head is pounding, my ankle hurts, I've got this big bump." She spoke slowly. She lightly touched the lump on her head and winced, tears forming in her eyes." Baby, I feel like I can't think."

" I'm so sorry my sweet girl." I carefully crawled up beside her, mindful of her foot  on the opposite side. " I wish you didn't hurt." I slid my arm around her and she cuddled into my chest and started crying." Please don't cry Princess. You'll make me cry."

" I'm sorry." She sobbed. " I love you so much."

I carefully lifted up her chin and wiped her tears away then kissed her cheeks. " I love you more. And don't  be sorry, baby. "

She sniffled, then whispered, " I told them you were my fiancé, I was afraid they wouldn't let you in. I hope you aren't mad."

I smiled at her." No, I'm not mad, you will be, someday." I brushed some hair out of her face and kissed the tip of her nose. Just then the nurse walked in, the same woman that walked me to the room. I started to move, ready to hop out of the bed but she smiled.

" You can stay right where you are Sugar, as long as our Patient here is ok with it. She looks pretty ok with it." She walked up to Veronica and inspected her ankle then switched out the ice pack." There is quite a bit of swelling and bruising. It must feel like hell."

Ronnie squinted." I don't know what's worse, my head or my ankle."

" Oh!" I remembered Kevin telling me about the light bothering with a concussion and I grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of the van. I pulled them out of my pocket and carefully slid them on. " How's that Baby?"

" A little better. Thank you Eds." She started crying again. " You take such good care of me."

" That's my job, Sweetheart. I promised."

The nurse smiled." You got yourself a good man here, don't let him get away."

" I won't." She sniffled again.

" The Doctor will be in shortly, he is just finishing up reviewing your x-ray."

" Thank you."  The nurse left the room again. " Hey Baby, do you need a drink or something?"

" I think I will puke if I do."

" Well let's not do that then, maybe when we get home you will be more comfortable. I called your mom, she is going to come as soon as I call her, she wanted all the info first."

" She is coming?"

" Yup, she had to see for herself that you are alright."

" I just want to go home."

" I hear ya babe, we will get you home, get you comfortable in bed,"

" We'll cuddle?"

" Absolutely, if cuddles are what you want cuddles are what you get. All you have to do is ask. You just picked up that Stephen King book you have been wanting to read, the creepy clown one? I'll read it to you."

" That would perfect."

There was a knock on the door and I carefully hopped off the bed as the doctor entered the room.

" Hello, I am Dr. Novak, " he shook my hand." Ms.Montgomery, how are you feeling?"

" Awful. Nauseous, my head hurts, my vision is off, my ankle is throbbing."

" Your symptoms are typical of a concussion. Vision problems, problems concentrating, light and sound sensitivity, headache, nausea. You are going to need to rest, no TV, bright lights or overstimulation. We need your brain to rest so it can heal. I understand you are a Student? No class for now, when symptoms start to go away , you can ease back in."

" I'm going to fall behind."

" Your professors will give you time to catch up. They will make exceptions for medical reasons."

" Don't stress about it babe." I rubbed her knee." And her ankle?"

" Fractured but a clean break. Ice and compression, she will leave with a boot and crutches. Ice and elevation are the key to getting the swelling down. It should  heal on its own. We will want to follow up with you to check healing, physical therapy."

" How long for recovery?" I asked, trying to think of all the questions I needed to ask.

" Around 2 weeks for the concussion, around 4 months for the ankle, you can be mobile with the boot."

" What can she take for pain meds?"

" Tylenol is recommended because of the concussion."

" Ok, got it. Anything else?"

" We will give you a paper with instructions, I know the information can be overwhelming."

" Yeah. "

" We will get you ready to go home. The nurse will be back in to help you."

" Thank you." We watched the Doctor walk out. " Get to go home soon Angel."

" Thank god."

" I'm going to go call your mom while the nurse's are getting you ready. I'll be right back ok?"

" Ok Eds."

I went out and found a phone to call Lucy, filled her in and she informed me that she was heading right out. It took what seemed like forever for them to release my girl, but finally I had her in a wheelchair and was wheeling her out to the van. I carefully loaded her up along with her crutches and we were on our way home.  When we reached the apartment I ran ahead and opened the door then picked her up and carried her inside.

" You didn't have to carry me Eddie."

" Of course I did Sweetheart." I smiled at her as I carefully set her down on our bed then went out to get her belongings and close the door. I ran back in and closed the curtains to keep the light out.

" What do you need? A drink? Snack? Do you need to use the restroom?"

" Can you help me get in my Jammies?"

" Absolutely Dollface." I took off her coat then carefully took off her clothes without jostling her around too much and carefully taking off her boot." God damn baby that looks horrible."

" It feels worse than it looks. I'm such a fucking mess."

" I'm going to get you in your comfy PJs, get you a snack and a drink, get that ankle iced and elevated the we are going to cuddle. Sound good Baby?"

" You are the best nurse ever."

I slid a baggy T-shirt over her head. "Good?"

" Good."

" K, I'm going to the kitchen but I will be right back. Let me know if you need anything." She laid her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. I quickly went out and gathered some ginger ale, peanut butter crackers and an ice pack then ran back in. " Still with me kid.?"

A faint smile spread across her face. "Still here baby."

I wrapped her ankle up and propped it up on a pillow. She grimaced in pain. " I'm so sorry-"

" It's fine. Meds will kick in soon."

"On that note I want you to try to eat even just a few crackers ok Babe? It might help. You've got those pills in there on an empty stomach."

" How do you know all this?"

" Don't forget, I had to take care of Wayne. He is worlds worst patient." I handed her a cracker and she took a tiny bite. Then I put the straw to her lips. I was happy when she ate a few crackers and drank about half of the ginger ale.

" Ok Munson it is time for you to crawl in here. It is the only thing that will make me feel better."

" Ok Sweetheart." I slid in the side opposite of her bad ankle and wrapped her up in my arms." Better?"

" Much."

" I have to wake you up every couple of hours to check on you."

" Ok Eddie."

I kissed her forehead and looked at my watch. Lucy would be here in a couple of hours. It wouldn't hurt either one of us to nap until then. " Just relax Princess."

" Mmhum."

And just like that we were both out.

I awoke to a light kiss on my cheek. When I opened my eyes there was Lucy, smiling down at me.

" Hey Lucy, we just closed our eyes for a little nap. We were exhausted." I looked at the clock beside the bed. " Perfect timing. We need to  wake her up and check on her. Gotta do that every couple of hours tonight. Oh! I need to get her some fresh ice!"

" Why don't you stay right there and I'll go get the ice."

" It's ok, I need to stretch anyway." I carefully slid out from under Ronnie but she stirred.

" Baby? Where you goin?"

" Sweetheart your mom is here."

"Mom?" She sat up slowly.

" Honey I'm here." Lucy bent over and lightly kissed the top of Veronica's head. " How are you feeling baby girl?"

" Awful."

" Have you tried to eat anything ?"

" Eddie made me eat some crackers and drink ginger ale."

" What a good man! He is a spectacular nurse."

" He's the best."

I felt my cheeks get hot." I'm going to go swap out your ice pack. Need anything?"

" I'm good Eds, thank you."

I slid the spent ice pack out from under her ankle then went out to put it back in the freezer. I grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol for myself, the stress and anxiety of the day catching up with me. I leaned back against the counter, resting my head on the cupboard. I closed my eyes.

" You good Honey?"

My eyes popped open" Yeah Lucy.. I was so fuckin- sorry, so worried, just constant state of panic all day until now, it's just catching up with me."

Lucy put a hand on my cheek." Your my knight in shining armor Eddie. I don't have to worry when you are around her, you take such good care of her." She leaned in and gave me a tight hug, I hugged her back, resting my head on her shoulder. This was what I needed after today.

" You have had a day kiddo." She pulled away and kissed my forehead." Go lay down with Veronica. I've got this."

" No really I-"

" Mom's orders. Go." She pointed to our bedroom." I'm going to call and get a pizza delivered and we can all just sit back and try to relax."

" Ok Mrs C. Thanks for the hug, I needed it." I smiled went back down the hall and crawled back into bed. I big spooned Ronnie, burying my head into her neck, inhaling her scent, just so fucking relieved that she was going to be ok.

" Making a move on my Mom,  Munson?"

I laughed." I don't know what your talking about."

" Thanks for the hug?"

" Well actually she made a move on me. I even got a smooch too."

" On my deathbed and I'm being replaced by my own mother."

"She's the next closest thing , I mean you look just like her-"

" Dick."

I laughed, yup, my girl was going to be just fine.

As always thank you for reading- comments and re-blogs are always welcome ❤️

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[oaky-doky-henry]

Hey everyone! Its your crunchy, munchy, birkenstock rockin, hippie, nature, druid dad!

Happy Holidays!

It’s important during this wonderful time of year to give recognition to the religions and cultures that celebrate during this time of winter! As an American, I see the corporate idea of Christmas overshadowing what’s truly important! I was watching the Grinch the other day with my beautiful boys and lovely wife, when I totally realized what is truly important about Christmas! It’s not always been over the top with gifts and decorations and old saint nick!

The Christmas season is more than just the celebration of Santa Clause! The traditions of religions really made this holiday season what it has become today!

The Jewish celebration Hanukkah is an eight day long holiday! This year its celebrated December 7th through December 15th! Every night is celebrated by the lighting of a candle on the menorah! It symbolizes how the Maccabees revolted against Antiochus IV Epiphanes. According to the Talmud, a later text, the Temple was purified and the wicks of the menorah miraculously burned for eight days, even though there was only enough sacred oil for one day's lighting! Aside from lighting the menorah they also celebrate by singing special songs, such as Ma'oz Tzur. Reciting the Hallel prayer. Eating foods fried in oil, such as latkes and sufganiyot, and dairy foods. Playing the dreidel game, and giving Hanukkah gelt!

So for all my Jewish kiddos! Happy Hanukkah!

The Christian celebration of December 25th symbolizes the birth of their messiah, Jesus of Nazareth! The Christian bible tells about how Mary, the mother of Jesus, was a virgin and was told by angels that she’d give birth to the messiah. So her and her fiancé, Joseph, traveled to the city of David. She gave birth to Jesus in a stable, since there was no room for them in the inn! And shepherds came to see, being guided by the star. The star is now known as the Christmas Star!

So for all my Christian kiddos! Merry Christmas!

A lot of people would (and still do!) celebrate the Winter Solstice! Aka the hibernal solstice! Its the shortest day of the year! They would decorate trees for good luck, they would feast and sing and spend time with those they loved!

So for all my kiddos! A very happy solstice!

Love you lots! Hope you have a wonderful holiday season! Spend it with those you love!

COEXIST!🌟🎄💖

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[lonelyfanboy48]

Loud House Shotgun Cannonball To Black Flag Circuit Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter 1 Brand New Rockin' Driver

Since Spring started, Luna had been practicing driving the car, with Sam helping her out after she passed her test. The last several months were dreadful for Luna, she made countless mistakes which nearly caused her to fail her test, but after getting support from her girlfriend, she made sure she didn't mess it up again. At the beginning of July, after studying day and night, Luna finally passed her test one hundred percent. She took her picture for her driver's license as she left by driving back home with Sam by her side.

“I’m really proud of you.” Sam smiled. “I thought that you would never get your driver’s license.”

“Neither did I.” Luna paid attention to the road. “Lori really made it look easy when she got her license.”

“It’s not like she never made mistakes afterwards. As for Leni…” Sam bites her lip.

“Yeah, don’t talk about it.”

“So, what car are you planning on buying?”

“I’m not buying a car.” Luna responded.

“Why? I’m planning on getting one when I have enough money.”

“It’s not that I don’t want one, I've wanted something better, ever since I turned sixteen.” As she passed the green light, she turned to her girlfriend while she still wore the pendant she gave her from Christmas last year. “A motorcycle.”

“A motorcycle?” Sam blinked. “You just practice driving a wheel for months.”

“True, but Royal Woods doesn’t have a DMV practice facticity. In fact, I’ve only seen motorcycles from out of town. I took my driver’s license so I can go to the nearest outside town to search for one. My parents refuse to drive out of town.”

Sam wanted to be supportive, but she’s unsure about Luna’s new goal. “Don’t you think that driving a car is much safer than a motorcycle?”

“Don’t you want to ride with me on a motorcycle?”

“I prefer staying inside of a car protecting me all around. I just don’t want to get into a dangerous accident. Plus…you driving a car is fine as it is, you don’t have to go the extra mile.”

Luna couldn’t disagree with her girlfriend, but she always goes the extra mile when the opportunity is still open for her. While she’ll have no problem driving to gigs with her band, it would be phenomenal in the future to see her along with her band with their own motorcycles, diving on the highway in the sunset and into the night.

“If you are feeling what I'm feeling right now, you would love being on a motorcycle with me. It’ll be our own special date when we go out that way.”

This caused Sam to blush, thinking about the possibilities. “It’s still too early but…” She looked out the car window. “...It’ll be exciting.”

“Now look who’s catching on.” Luna grinned. “I promise we won’t get into any dangerous accidents on the road.”

“Let’s just focus on the now in the meantime.”

On their way home, back at the Loud’s residence, Lana, her pet Hops, and Lori are watching TV in the living room. Lori is waiting for Luna after the many times she failed. With today being the moment to glory, she hoped that her sister succeeded. Everyone may not be around to celebrate her accomplishment, she really wants to see her drive for the first time.

Lana is waiting for the King Cars commercial after learning that Bobbie Fletcher is gonna be part of it. She doesn’t know what the commercial’s gonna be like but she can’t wait to see Bobbie again.

Luna parked Vanzilla at the driveway as she and Sam got out. They made their way to the front door as Luna unlocked it with her key, getting the attention from Lori and Lana. “Luna.” Lori got up from the sofa. “Did you get your driver's license?”

“You bet I did!” She exclaimed proudly, showing it to Lori.”

“She finally passed.” Sam added.

“Great!” Lori cheered. “Can’t wait for the family to find out about this while mom and dad allow you to take the steering wheel.”

“You know I’ve born to take control of the family’s wheel.” Luna gave her sister a fist bump. “Hey Lana, guess who got their driver's license?”

“You did!” She pointed. “Now we have five people in the family who can take us wherever we want!”

“Okay, don’t get too excited.” Sam claims Luna’s younger sister down. “She’s not gonna go out often since she still needs a car.”

“That’s not gonna be easy.” Lori replied. “Either you get a job or have your neighbor take him to different places in order to have his car in the end.” She then lowered her head. “Of which the latter is unlikely.”

“Our gigs have been profitable, not much, but we’re making sure we will save enough…even though I want something else.” Luna said.

“She wants to buy a motorcycle instead of a car.” Sam filling in.

Lori and Lana looked at each other after hearing about Luna’s goal. While they refuse to get in her way of life, they’re on the same boat that Sam’s in. “A motorcycle may be cheaper than a car but…it’s better to go with the term, time is money.” Lori commented.

“Except for once in a lifetime deals.” Lana added as Hops nodded on her head.

“I’m still focusing on the now…even though I wish there’s another way to get a motorcycle.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lori replied. “In a little bit, can you show me how good your driving is?”

“I will, I’m just gonna have some ice cream.”

“Can I have some?” Sam asked.

“Sure.” Luna and Sam made their way to get some ice cream from the kitchen while Lori and Lana went back to the TV.

“I hope she doesn’t get herself into dangerous accidents, or worse.” Lori sitting back down on the sofa.

“She won’t act like she’s driving a motorcycle.” Lana sat in front of the TV. “I know she’s not gonna be as bad as Leni.”

“The thing is Lana, if she ever gets a motorcycle, I’m still confident she won’t be reckless since she and us…experienced Vanzilla carnage.”

Then the King Cars commercial appeared on the TV, catching Lana’s attention. “It’s on!” As Lori watched with her, the commercial finished its mini intro as it went straight to the business owner of King Cars.

“Citizens of Royal Woods, we have a special guest at King Cars!” He cheered in front of the camera. “Please welcome, Bobbie Fletcher!” Bobbie Fletcher appeared on screen as Lana cheered. “She has a special announcement that’ll take over Royal Woods for a brand new event!” He gave Bobbie the microphone as she gave her announcement to the citizens back home.

“Racing fans!” She cheered. “We’re gonna be throwing our one and only event, THE ROYAL WOODS RACEWAY!”

“WHAT!?” Lana reacted while paying more attention to the TV.

“One full lap in the city of Royal Woods. Neighborhoods, resorts and lodges, anywhere you can think of. For the full day, our contestants will race all out to make this the most unique race in history. And those contestants can be one of you!” She pointed at the TV screen, causing Lana’s eyes to sparkle.

“Only five teams will qualify to the Royal Woods Raceway, so you better come over to King Cars sooner than later to volunteer. It’ll be your only opportunity to take part in the race. And one more thing…” The camera zoomed in on her, as she gave everyone one final announcement. “I’m taking part in the race.”

Lana’s jaw dropped, while Lori couldn’t believe what she just saw. She doesn’t want to take part in the race but on the other hand, she’s no longer the option to drive people to places with another sister being an option.

“And the people who participate, and pass the finish line, will win one of these.” She got out of the way as she showed the five rewards. One of the rewards is a black and purple sport touring motorcycle with hot rod flames. This gave Lana an idea, hoping she can get to King Cars today before it’s too late.

Bobbie Fletcher gave the microphone back to the King Cars business owner as he closed off the commercial. “The Royal Woods Raceway will take place in two weeks. Come over to King Cars right now to start your engines!” The commercial ended as Lana turned to Lori in a flash.

“Me and Luna will definitely be a team in this!” Lana shaked as Hops groaned in annoyance. “Oh, you’re also part of the team, I wouldn’t leave you out.” She hugged Hops.

Lori sighed after watching the whole commercial. “Not even an hour later, Luna’s definitely on the verge of losing her speed studies.”

Chapter 2 Blazing Velocity Shot

After Luna and Sam finished their ice cream, Lori told them to head to King Cars right away. She didn’t tell them why they were going there, especially since they can’t afford to buy or even rent a car, but Lana made sure to keep it a secret when it came to the rewards. They arrived at their destination as Luna parked safely in the parking lot.

“Good parking job.” Lori smiled.

“You can not believe the amount of times I’ve had to do it over in order to get it right.” Luna replied as she and the others got out of Vanzilla. “But still, Lana, you didn’t even give us a reason why we’re here.”

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it.” Lana said.

“Is there a car you want to show me?”

“No, but something really better. I’m surprised you didn’t see what was hanging above the road before we parked.”

“She’s been focusing on the road, she’s still new to this.” Sam spoked. “Let’s head inside.”

The group entered inside the building of King Cars, where a couple of race cars were displayed next to the window. Luna caught on knowing that racing is Lana’s favorite sport, but the truth of itself won’t make her like it.

“Hello customers.” The business owner smiled. “Which car can I help you to find?”

“We’re not here for a car.” Lori said. “This is about your commercial my younger sister Lana saw.”

“We want to participate in the Royal Woods Raceway!” Lana cheered which shocked her sister and girlfriend.

“Wait, what!?” Luna reacted.

“Oh so you want to be the first to participate? Then I’ll get right down to it!” He smiled as he headed to the back. “Give me a moment, wait right there.”

“Wait, I didn’t agree to- But I just got my-” Luna couldn’t finish her sentence as the business owner left. She turned to Lana in a shocked look while her girlfriend felt the same. “Lana, what did you just do!?”

“We’re gonna be in a team in a race where Bobbie Fletcher is also competing!” He cheered.

“But I don’t want to compete!”

“Lana, you and Luna’s parents aren’t gonna be happy when they find out about this.” Sam filling in. “I don’t want to see Luna get herself injured.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Luna turned to Lori.

“I was going to, but there’s something about the race that…” Lori looked away knowing Luna will change her mind once it’s all out.

“What!?”

“...you wouldn’t want to skip on the opportunity.” 

“What do you mean? I just said I don’t want to compete.”

“You'll find out.”

“Oh, you will find out.” Lana smiled.

The business owner came back with the race car driver that caught Lana’s attention. Bobbie Fletcher has a Royal Woods Raceway contract in her hand as she’s prepared to give it to Lana or Luna. “Just read the rules from this contract and once you sign it, you and your team’s name will be part of the race.” 

“If you sign this, we'll show you which modded race cars you can rent and practice before the race arrives.” Bobbie Fletcher added.

“Oh this is gonna be exciting!” Lana said while her sister, Luna scratched on the back of her head, looking away.

“Who’s gonna be your driver then dude?” Lana pointed at Luna which Bobbie and the business owner turned to. Luna slowly turned back while trying to be as nice as possible, despite Lana putting her in his position.

“Uhhhh…” She replied. “...does the Royal Woods Raceway prevent drivers from getting speed violation tickets afterwards?”

“You won’t, so don’t worry.”

“It took months to make sure everything is sorted out.” The business owner added. “Though we’re still making sure the race itself doesn’t cause any severe incidents.”

“I got to say though.” Bobbie walking up to Luna. “You look like someone who’ll do anything for a sister, who’s a big fan of mine.” She then turned to Lana. “Who’ll be my pit crew member when she’s older.”

“That is, if she told me ahead of time.” She looked down.

“Bobbie Fletcher.” Sam filling in. “Luna and I just got our driver’s licenses and we agreed to prevent any dangerous accidents.”

“Also, I don’t think you have something that’s worth any value to me.” Luna added.

“Well it looks like someone doesn’t know about the rewards upon finishing the race.” Bobbie grinned while she wrapped her arm around Luna. “Let me show you what you’ll get once you finish the race.” Bobbie took Luna to the prizes that’s hidden behind the curtain along with a glass wall sealed. The business owner grabbed the rope, pulling it down to move the curtain out of the way.

In full view of the prizes, Luna’s eyes sparkled while she stared at the black and purple sport touring motorcycle. Bobbie Fletcher loved the look on her face as she let go of her, allowing her to walk up to the glass wall, looking at the motorcycle from her eyes. Sam also found the motorcycle mesmerizing, enough for her and Luna to ride on together but at the same time, she still has second thoughts, but not her girlfriend.

“If you sign the contract right now, we'll allow your team to pick one reward in advance as long as you finish the race.”

This caused Luna to turn around in a flash. “Then give me the contract!”

“Here you go.” Bobbie gave Luna the contract and pen as she went to Lana so she can sign as well.

“Let’s rock this joint!”

“You bet!” Lana cheered.

As the two sisters read the rules, Sam and Lori were speechless, but not in a cheerful way. Sam turned around to look at the motorcycle again. A part of her really wants the motorcycle, but she really wants her girlfriend to be extremely careful , especially after months of work and practice towards getting her license.

“Is that motorcycle a rare one of a kind?” She turned to Bobbie.

“Yes.” Bobbie answered. “It has all of the accessories with high sounding quality from every radio station and it can go above one hundred and fifty miles per hour.”

“That’s a great deal…if we would ever run from the law.”

“You can still run it on the race tracks. There’s no law if the executives allow it.”

“It’s a great motorcycle, I won’t deny it, but our parents won’t like this.” Lori added. “Even if Lana isn’t gonna drive, she’s still too young for this. This is more dangerous than the race she and Lincoln had.”

“You forgot that she showed me how much passion she has when I waited for her and her brother, finishing her last race the right way.” Bobbie crossed her arms while still smiling.

“That’s because me and my family fell asleep. It was night time when they finished the race.”

“I wouldn’t even stay awake for how long they took to make it to the finish line.” Sam commented.

“Nobody would blame you.” The business owner added.

“But after that day, she told me, she wanted to be inside of a race car, wishing there’s a race filled with teamwork and dreams.” Bobbie took notice of Sam’s pendent. “Do you have dreams with Luna?”

This caused Sam to blush. “Kind of.”

“Then be in her team along with her sister. Trust me. I remember what I felt when my dreams finally came true. Racing can do more than you think.”

Sam took Bobbie’s words to heart, if it’s the only way to get a motorcycle that’s way better than the ones in stores, she’ll make her own dreams come true as well. She made her way to Luna and Lana, who were preparing to sign the contract.

“How will Mom and Dad take it well when they find out about this?” Lori placed her hand on her hip.

“I’m sure my biggest fan along with her sister can work it out. You can be their crew chief if you’re a good driver.”

“We’re giving every team the map of the race track itself.” The business owner showed the map to Lori. “If it’ll make things easier, you can take them to the locations for them to remember where they’re going.”

“Thanks.” Lori smiled. “But this is gonna be a long two weeks. This race will literally change Luna big time. But I don’t know if it’s a bad thing…or a good thing."

#fanfiction #the loud house #luna loud #luna x sam #lana loud #lori loud #bobbie fletcher #fanfic #sam sharp #literature #nicktoons #nickelodeon

[midsummereve1993]

Welcome to the world 

Summary the birth of Scarlett and vince second child. Took a while to write this because the original ideal I had I hated so I scraped it and redid it again.

A/n please let me know how i am doing on my stories and if they have gotten better, I definitely want to improve so please let me know.

@youlightmeupfinn @la-undercover-latina @ali-r3n @sutton2001 @valeriiecameron

Sunday july 4  2014 8:00 am

Welcome to the world 

Vince and Scarlett are Rockin and forth across the bedroom as Scarlett is breathing through a contraction, since six this morning she has been having them, and since it’s too early to head to the hospital they have taken to dancing back and forth to hurry things along.  “Oh owww Scarlett hollers winces and folds her arms on the bed in the room as another contraction hits her, “I got you baby Vince says his hands on her hips as he helps her sway them to try and relieve some of the pressure she’s feeling.  “Oh, too much pressure Scarlett says, wincing as the pressure gets worse and worse, Vince gets behind her and places his hands under her stomach and pulls gently up on her stomach relieving some of the pressure and weight that she’s ‌ experiencing.

“Oh think you baby she says leaning back on her husband chest and moans n relief, “that feels so good baby she says wishing they could stay in that position forever, the last doctor appointment they went to the doctor told them the baby was about ten pounds and they was worried she wouldn’t be able to birth  the baby ‌naturally. “I know it feels good not to have all that ten pounds of pressure and weight on you baby, '' he says , kissing her forehead as she winces again as another contraction hits.

“Looks like our baby boy is coming today, '' Scarlett says as the contraction fades and she looks toward her husband, “seems like it and I can't wait. “I’m kinda glad that Nikki asked if Mattox could spend the night at his house. She says thinkful they had agreed to allow him to spend the night. “I know and i’m kinda glad we agree to it because he ‌probably would've be trying to help vince laughs because he knows it true,

Since Scarlett and Vince announced they were pregnant again mattox as always wanted to help, when scarlett could hardly walk around he took to helping her get what she needed because he said he saw his dad do it so he needs to help his mom because she does a lot for him.

“Oooo scarlet wines as another contraction hits taking her breath away, “that was two minuets apart we should head to the hospital.

July 4 2014 10:00 am

Two hours since Scarlett had to be admitted to the hospital and she was already a five and it seems her contraction only got worse as she dilated and Scarlett's contractions have increased more since they arrived.  A low moan escapes Scarlett as her body tightens under Vince's hands as she sways her hips hoping to relieve the pain that is suddenly becoming intense.  “Okay baby just breathe, Vince says, pressing his palms into Scarlett's lower back hoping to help ease the pain, “I’m here sweetie and I ain’t going anywhere.

“Harder Vince harder please scarlet whimpers out shoving her face into the pillows on the bed, “oh baby it’s hurting more a lot more than before she says her knuckles white as she grips the sheets on the bed. They hear the door open but Scarlett is in the middle of a contraction that she doesn't hear so Vince looks at the door to see the midwife coming in and heading to where they're at. “Hi love mind if I do a cervical check on you just to see if you dilated more the midwife says waiting as Scarlett peeks her head out of the pillows, I don’t mind Scarlett says as Vince helps her onto the bed to lay on her back. “Ok honey let your legs go all nice and floppy'' the midwife says watching as Scarlett follows and opens her legs so she can check on her progress.

“Just keep breathing nice and gentle breaths'' the midwife said, inserting her hand gently making Scarlett jump at the uncomfortable pressure she’s feeling, “wonderful sweetie you at an eight and moving along quite nicely. “Wow I didn't realize I was that far along which would probably explain the pressure and intense contractions I feel Scarlett said to her husband and watching him take her hand in his and kiss it, “that’s my girl just two more and then we will welcome our baby into the world Vince says bending down to kiss Scarlett. “That pressure you feel is the baby, “he is very long and since you're moving long nicely I say it won’t be long before you're a ten the midwife says throwing her gloves in the trash and leaving the room to make her other rounds.

“An eight baby can you believe it Scarlett says to her husband as she watches him lean down to give her a kiss, “I can’t believe it but we will soon have our son baby boy he says kissing her more time before Scarlett whimpers as another contraction hits her. : breath baby Vince says reaching for her hand as soon as he sees her body tense and her gripping the sheets. C’mon baby you have to breathe baby you're ok I’m right here Vince says rubbing his other hand up and down his wife’s back.

“Owwww Scarlett cries out turning her face into her pillow and tensing up her whole body, “I know, “I know, let it out honey he says placing a gentle hand on the side of her bug bump that is covered by the hospital gown, “no don’t touch it Scarlett says turning away from her husband. “It hurts too much. “Sorry sorry baby I won’t do it again Vince says taking away his hand from her bump. Fuck…. Scarlett moans slowly, keeping her eyes squeezed shut as the contraction gets worse and she tries to move her hips to relieve the pressure she feels in her hips. “Ooo make them stop Vince make them stop Scarlett says moaning loudly as the pressure gets more powerful. 

July 4 2010  12:00 pm

 I need a different position Scarlett whimpers rubbing her belly as she squats in front of the bed, “you don’t like squatting baby Vince says rubbing her back. “No no no I have to push Scarlett whimpers trying not to give in to the urge to push. Vince immediately gets up and presses the call button before watching Scarlett curl into herself and push.

“That’s it, baby girl, “do what your body tells you to do. Vince says pressing the call button and hoping the nurses will come soon, “ohhhh I hate you, I really do, Scarlett screams out as she pushes before falling back onto the bed breathing heavily. “I know you do bab says rubbing her shoulders as she pushes again. “I'm so sorry baby.

“Oooooh my god it hurts, scarletts says falling back onto the after the push and breathing heavily, “it hurts so bad said before pushing again. “I know baby, I know baby Vince says putting his hand behind her head to help her push better, the door opens, and it runs the midwife. “Oh, perfect honey, just keep on pushing just like that,'' she said, putting gloves on and getting between Scarlett's legs. “Just listen to your body sweetie,'' the midwife says and watches as Scarlett bears down again.

“Owww Scarlett cries out as the contractions disappeared and she falls back on the bed, “I don’t think I can do this she says tears in her eyes making Vince's heartbreak, “yes you can baby you're doing so perfect and once our baby is here everything will be worth it, he says kissing her forehead and holding her hand.

Ohhhh so much pressure Scarlett groans digging her nails into Vince's hands making him wince at the sudden pain, “I’m sorry baby Scarlett says crying at the thought of hurting her husband. “No no baby it’s ok, “just focus on getting our son into the world he said tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear,

“Ohhhh Scarlett cries out feeling her son travel farther down as she gets done pushing, “oh oh ho it hurts, ‘it hurts Vince Scarlett says pushing against the contraction before falling back to the bed. “I know baby Vince whispers rubbing Scarlett's shoulders.

July 4 2014 5:00 pm

Five hours into pushing and it is destroying Scarlett because she thinks she isn’t making any progress at all.  “Fuck Vince fuck Vince Scarlett hisses out as she pushes again.

“Perfect honey I can see the baby head peeking though you're almost there honey the midwife says rubbing Scarlett's leg.

"I can't… I can't… I can do this anymore Scarlett whimpers trying to close her legs making the midwife hold them open, "Don't close your legs, sweetie, just breathe you can do this the midwife says never seeing anybody in this much pain before. 

Scar…. "Oh my gosh, Scarlett says as another contraction forces her to push and she feels more of her son moving down. "Oooooo fuck Scarlett says falling back on the bed. "It hurts so much pressure,'' she says, tightening her grip on  Vince's hand.

"I know sweetheart, "the reason you're feeling so much pressure is that he's big and sitting right there, the midwife says, hoping the woman didn't tear up with how big the baby was. "Give me a c section please Scarlett cries out making Vince's heart shattered, even more, the before.

Vince is torn at this point and doesn't know what to do, on one hand, he wants to go ahead and get a c-section done but on the other hand, she's too far along in pushing for that to happen.

"Baby if I could you have a c section I would let you but you're too far along in pushing for that Vince says kissing his wife's head. "Our baby boy is right there honey and we are just a few more pushes from meeting him,'' he says.

"But I can't do it Scarlett cried in a little break 10-minute break from the Contractions, "I just can Vince she breaks down into sobs her whole body trembling

"Hey baby, Scarlett ann look at me Vince says gently she feebly looks up at him.

"You can do this baby I know you can, "please I Don't want to please Don't make me she cries out as another contraction hits forcing her to push bringing her baby down farther. "I know it hurts baby but you can do this our son is almost here you just have to push him out Vince says rubbing Scarlett's shoulders and giving her a kiss.

Scarlett nods her hand and her face pinches up with another push.

July 4 2014 1:00 pm

Three hours into pushing and Scarlett is already becoming discouraged because her son hasn't come to a crown yet.

"Vince I can't push anymore Scarlett yells in exhaustion as her hips are filled with pressure and nothing she does seems to relive it, "it hurts so bad make it stop she says looking at Vince and making him want to take the labor for her.

"He isn't moving down, she cries out as another contraction hits her forcing her to push  "shhh honey I promise he's moving down. "It's just taking a while because he's a big baby,'' Vince says, kissing her head and wishing their son was on the small side but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

July 4 2014 2:00 pm

1 hour of pushing and she has made some progress but not a whole lot.  "he needs to come,  "ahhhhhhh! "He needs to come yelling out as she bears down again. "He's on his way honey I promise you Vince says rubbing her leg he's currently holding with one hand.

", you're bringing him down baby, "it doesn't feel like Scarlett says breathing from a break she got. 

After two hours of pushing Scarlett is the part of wanting to give up, "oh yes honey, gorgeous sweetie that's the push the midwife says seeing the baby come through more. "That's my girl, "your doing so good baby, "that's the push sweetie keeps with that push. "It's bringing your baby down honey,'' the midwife coaches as Scarlett collapses onto the bed. Grasp as she pants.

"Ooooo gets out she yells pushing again feeling more pressure build up as she pushes again, "that honey right there the midwife coaches.  Scarlett shrieks, jumping and grabbing onto Vince more tightly. "No no sweetheart don’t shy away from that, "that's the baby head you feeling,  "you got it, honey, Don't shy away from it "push into the pain sweetheart the midwife says watching more of the head come through. "Oh they got a head full of hair sweetie,'' she says.

Upon hearing that takes a peek between Scarlett's legs to see a mess of blonde hair peeking through, "they have blonde hair baby, "our son is almost here, he says kissing her forehead as she curls into herself to push again.

"Oo that doesn't feel right, "that doesn't feel right at all Scarlett cries out from the pain and tons of pressure she’s feeling, "you ok baby ok Vince says rubbing her arm. "It's just because he's bigger than your last one honey,'' the midwife says, rubbing Scarlett's legs to comfort her.

July 4 2014 3:00 pm

Two hours later and Scarlett is at the halfway point, the baby's head is close to crowing.  Owwwwww Scarlett screams out as she feels stretching and burning ten times worse than before, "oh I know it lovey, "I'm sorry but you're stretching because your baby head is right there and he's a little bit. "Oh here comes another one Scarlett groans pushing again to make the baby head appear more sitting right between the lips of her vagina.

"Your ok honey I'm right here Vince says rubbing her arm up and down, "perfect honey just breathe, "your stretching because the baby head is just there and we Don't want you to tear. Scarlett whimpers as the contraction fades but the intense pressure and burning stay. 

"Ooo Vince it burns Scarlett yells holding Vince's hand in a tight grip to take her mind off the burning sensation she’s feeling.  "I don't wanna hear, "I Don't wanna tear Scarlett panics forcing Vince to get her attention.  "You're not gonna tear the baby,'' Vince says, kissing her forehead. That's why you need to breathe so you can stretch and allow the baby to come through on its own, the midwife says.

"Oh, holy fuck Scarlett screams as the burning increases making her turn her head left and right, "oh shit she says.

"Breath sweetheart, just breath, breath through that stretching honey the midwife says helping her Breath through the Contraction. "Perfect honey you can push on the next one ok, "your done enough stretching so one More push and we will have a had sweetie.

"Holy fucking shit Scarlett says as she feels another contraction building up, "oh it's starting again she says feeling her vagina combat an extreme amount of pressure that causes her to grunt and out.

"Ohhhhhhhhh", c'mon Scarlett, "c'mon push honey push  Vince says placing his hands behind her head to help her push.

"HOLY SHIT Scarlett screams as the baby is birthed leaving her a heaving and sobbing mess, "oh wonderful sweetie the midwife says holding the head in her hands. "Amazing job now "I'm holding your baby's head and we just need the shoulders and then they should slide out the midwife says. Vince takes a peek to see the head between her legs making him cry at the slight.

"He's their baby, 'he's right there honey just one more push Vince says kissing his wife and thinking about what she's going through to bring their son into the world.

"Ok honey you're having another contraction so let's bear down and push sweetie the midwife says.

"OOOOOO IT HURTS,  "IT HURTS SO BAD Scarlett screams out at the pain she's feeling, "Sweetie I need you to push harder for the shoulders, "NO NO NO Scarlett screams as she pushes again. 

"Ok sweetie we need to turn you on your side and open your legs more because the shoulders are stuck the midwife says rolling Scarlett on her side as Scarlett pushes into the contraction. 

Vince's body is frozen at the thought of their son being stuck, he heard of so many things going wrong and he is worried not but doesn't have time to voice his fears as his wife gives another push making him put his hand behind her head to help her push better.

"Perfect sweetheart,  just like that you got it the midwife says as the baby suddenly gives a shove bringing the shoulders halfway out making Scarlett a heaping sobbing mess. "Perfect sweetie, "just one more push Hon the midwife says as Scarlett pushes one last time.

"Ooooooooo Scarlett pushes one last time feeling the pain and pressure disappear as her son disappeared from her body making her fall back on the be heaving as the midwife places the baby on Scarlett's chest making her cry. "Our baby Vince says crying tears of joy at finally holding her son as her husband bends down to give her a kiss.

"I'm so proud of you baby, "you were so perfect honey he says kissing her one more time before looking at their son on her cheat, the baby gives a loud wail making his parents shout tears of joy at the sound.

"He's perfect Vince says kissing his son's head as he is taken away to be weighed as they clean Scarlett up. After their son is weighed and Scarlett is clean up she is holding their son as he drank from her breast. "He's here Vince, "we did it we have another son she says looking into her husband's brown eyes making him melt because since he met her she has been the strongest woman he knows and she proved it twice.

"He's a huge baby and I can't believe you push a ten almost eleven pounds baby out your amazing Vince says kissing her forehead, "I can't believe it either only cow that was painful but worth it,  she says kissing her baby head as he finishes eating.

"Are we going with the name we decided on of it was about Scarlett says looking at her husband with tired eyes, "Yep looks like it baby he says back to her and kisses his sons head. "Arrow Flynt Neil perfect she says kissing her husband before looking back down at her son who has fallen asleep.

"Let's put him in Tyr's bassinet and get some sleep baby he says taking the baby and placing him in the bassinet before coming back to his wife and sitting on the chair near her as he watches her fight.

"Go to sleep baby you need it he says rubbing his wife's head, "no I want to stay up she says closing her eyes and opening them again.  "I know baby but you need sleep so please just close your eyes he says kissing her eyes as she slowly gives in to the sleep that has been threatening to hit her as her husband watches her.

Vince has seen a lot of things in his wife but watching his wife bring both their sons into the world is something he admires wife for because he knows he wouldn't be able to do what she did twice as he fell asleep holding his wife's hand.

#motley crue #mick mars #starlyn mars

[ri-ahhh]

rockin’ around

because my family isn’t doing anything Christmas until the 26th and I have nothing else to do

home for the holidays doesn’t always mean you have to return somewhere.

just a big pile of dumb, ridiculous fluff. happy Christmas Eve🎅🎄⛄️

***

“I can’t go home for Christmas.”

Grayson looks up from his phone as you mope into the living room, tossing your purse and keys on the couch cushion beside him before climbing onto his lap. He pouts and wraps you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple as you cling to him and nuzzle your nose into his warm neck.

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry,” he murmurs. You sigh when he swipes a palm across your forehead to smooth back your hair. “What happened?”

“My dad just found out he might have gotten exposed at work.” You take a deep breath, holding back tears that would do no one any good. He’s in the exact same boat as you — minus the potential risk of his parent having the virus — but it still wouldn’t be fair to him if you sat here and cried about it. “I just really was hoping I’d get to see family, at least for the holidays.”

Grayson hums a little and brushes his lips against your forehead once again; he understands all too well the struggle of beinf an out-of-state transplant in these times. “Well, lucky for us, we’ve got our own little family in this house, right? It’s not the same, of course, but it’s more than a lot of people have.”

He’s right. You mumble some semblance of agreement and squeeze him tight. You’re still upset, but the familiar smell of his cologne and the feel of being close to him is already assuaging some of your anxiety and sadness.

He hugs you back, and you can hear the reassuring smile in his voice when he speaks again. “We’ll have a party on Christmas Eve. I’ll have Adele order all the shit today; we’re gonna this the best, most festive Christmas we can, babe. I’ll make sure of it.”

Christmas Eve arrives before you know it. If 2020 has taught you anything, it’s that time is the most fickle and outrageous concept of them all; you feel like it was yesterday that you hung up the phone with your mom after finding out you’d have to cancel your flight home, when it’s really been just over a week.

You’re returning back from your apartment with a carful of presents and the other half of your closet to hang up in Grayson’s, to find an excess of Christmas decor has exploded in the twins’ house. Kristina stands precariously on a stool while she hangs a garland across the back doors, Ethan standing protectively behind her with hands held at the ready to catch her rather than simply helping her pin the other end of it to the wall. You giggle and shake your head, making your way to the den to dump some of the presents under the tree. Mando and Adele are stringing multicolored lights all across the room, which is sure to set the vibe right when the Christmas movie night starts later.

Your favorite sight by far, though, is the one you see upon entering the kitchen once your car is completely unloaded. Grayson, in a Santa hat, scooping out thumbprint cookies onto a baking sheet, singing along adorably off-key to the Kacey Musgraves rendition of ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ that’s playing through all of the nearby alexas.

“You’re so cute,” you grin, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek before reaching down sneakily and pinching his ass.

Grayson curses with a little yelp, but chuckles with you as he ducks down for a proper welcome-home kiss.

“Gotta make Santa his cookies,” he says, grinning against your lips, then puckers them a couple more times before pulling away. He sets the bowl down and starts mashing imprints into the dough.

You reach up and squeeze the pompom on the end of his hat and quirk a suggestive brow at him. “You look like a Santa to me. And I might have a special cookie for you later tonight.”

Grayson’s own arched brows shoot up until they’re hidden beneath that sexy swoop of dark hair you love so much. He pushes too hard on one of the dough balls, squishing it much too flat, but he doesn’t even notice. “Yeah?”

You nod and pick up the jelly jar from where it sits on the counter next to a batch of already baked and cooled cookies. “Yep.” You lick and suck the remnants of the sticky sweet from the spoon that rests in the jar, eyeing him up and down. “I may have even bought special packaging for it, too.”

You smile widely at his annoyed laugh, watching him shake his head and get back to work to distract himself from the mental image of the early Christmas present he’s sure to receive tonight.

Ethan and Kristina are still hanging more garland and bunting all around the house, and you take pity on your friend when you hear her bickering quietly with her boyfriend about him refusing to do anything but be her spotter.

“I’m, like, a meter off the ground, E. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m American; a meter sounds like a lot. And you’ve almost fallen like five times.”

“Only because you’re distracting me and not actually helping!”

You laugh and haul a barstool to where the end of the ‘merry Christmas’ bunting needs to go, shooing Ethan off to help Mando and Adele. What would Christmas be without some healthy fighting from the resident mom and dad?

Decorations get finalized, cooking and baking are completed, and everyone gathers in the living room for some fun Christmas-themed games you and Adele had found on Pinterest. Ryan even makes it over, having made the decision himself to stay in LA as well. Adele passes around more Santa hats and obnoxious necklaces made of big, lit-up Christmas lights to accompany everyone’s ugly sweaters and cozy pajama pants. It’s truly something out of a Hallmark movie, and though you still miss your family across the country, you marvel at the one you’ve built right here — just like Grayson said.

Much later on (technically Christmas Day at this point), after cycling through The Grinch, Home Alone, and Love Actually, Ethan and Kristina head to bed. Mando’s new apartment is close enough that he goes home, taking Ryan with him, and Adele crashes in the guest room. It leaves you and Grayson some alone time to cuddle up together in a bundle of blankets beneath the tree, sharing soft giggles and sweet kisses.

Grayson’s smile is infectious as he nuzzles a dimple in your cheek brought out by your own giddiness — you practically feel the energy of a child in the early morning hours of Christmas, waiting on presents to appear magically beneath the tree.

“Do you think Santa will still come if I fuck you under this tree?” he whispers, kissing your ear softly and making you shudder. The chasteness compared to the dirty nature of his words gets you even more riled up. “In the hat, and that necklace, and whatever special wrapping you mentioned earlier?”

You hum and run your hands up and down his broad back, letting him trail hot kisses now down the column of your neck, sighing happily. “I don’t know. I think rockin’ around the Christmas tree in that way might get us put on the naughty list last moment.”

“More like rompin’ around the Christmas tree, am I right babe?”

You laugh out loud, squirming beneath him when he slips his hands beneath your sweater and tickles your ribs gently. You reach up and adjust his skewed Santa hat. “Please shut up, Mr. Claus. Now, I might already be wearing that wrapping, if you’re ready to eat your cookie.”

#this was gonna be smut but im not in the mood tbh lol #hope this bit of useless fluff made you smile #ngl i made myself a lil jealous w it #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #blurb #g blurb #e blurb

[unmaskedagain]

Marinette’s Week Off

This is a one-shot. Sorry, I kind of forgot Adrien.

           One week. Just one week. Marinette took one week off a year. One week where she didn’t work herself to death as Marinette. Or nearly get herself killed as Ladybug. One week where she didn’t do any favors, any designs, didn’t work in the bakery, didn’t save anyone. A week to relax. A week to meditate. A week to destress and just take care of herself. Just one week every year. To prepare for it she sent reminders to all her friends and family. She posted a flyer on the class bulletin board. Marinette finished all her commission and school work in advance. 

She made Fu aware that Ladybug wouldn’t be active, told Chat Noir that Queen Bee would be his partner while she was gone. Marinette always made sure everyone was prepared for her absence. And made it clear that she would be unavailable. No matter what. She didn’t care if the world was ending.

           However, this year was different than the ones that came before. For starters, Marinette now only had two or three good friends in class, and one or two mediocre ones. She only warned those three people. While she still posted her usual flyer, she had done it knowing it would be disregarded.

           Marinette was no longer class president either; she no longer had to plan class trips, parties, or dances. Or anything of the sort. When she was class president, Marinette always made sure to plan her week off around the class’s busiest time of the year. That year, she didn’t have to so she didn’t. In fact, she planned her week off during the biggest dance of year, the class musical, the class’s big fundraiser. It was usually her most stressful week of the year.

           Not this time.

           On the Friday before her week off, Marinette reminded Bustier of her absence for the next week, and then walked out of class with a relieved smile on her face. She was almost there. Just two more days. She used her weekend to finish up any last minutes details of her vacations; confirm her reservation; spend most of the time with her parents.

           And on the stroke of midnight that turned Sunday to Monday, Marinette got her bags, kissed her parents goodbye and was gone in her Uber. She knew how this week worked. By six am, the ‘emergency’ calls would start; everyone screaming fire. However, she wouldn’t be there to put them out, metaphorical fires or real ones.

Not today, Satan, Marinette thought.

           Marinette got to the airport, slept on the plane ride, arrived at her luxury beach resort, a little after sunrise. She had saved up her money and did extra commissions all year to pay for it. It was beautiful. However, there was just one problem…

“Marinette, love!” Jagged called, somehow looking more awake in the wee hours of the morning than he did at 3 in the afternoon. Penny, however, looked half-asleep. Even Fangs slept on the luggage being moved by a rather fearful looking bellhop.

           Marinette’s parents couldn’t get time off the bakery; it was their busiest time too. Her grandma was in Peru. Mariette needed an adult with her at the resort. Jagged happened to overhear her mother asking if she found a chaperone yet. It wasn’t like Marinette had any other options.

“I have so many Rockin’ plans!” Jagged said. “Scuba diving! Sky diving. Swimming with sharks. Parasailing! Bungee jumping!”

           Marinette narrowed her eyes at her favorite rockstar and honorary Uncle, “Sleep.” She said.

           Jagged waved her off, “We’ll sleep when we’re dead.”

“Sleep,” Marinette hissed darkly.

           As amazing as that all sounded it could wait. Marinette was there to relax, not fight a shark. “Not today, Satan,” She whispered when she checked into her room. Leaving Penny to drag away a protesting Jagger to get some sleep as well. She called her parents to let her she had gotten there safely, called to re-confirm her spa reservation for that afternoon and then check her texts.

           She had gotten quite a few as expected. Chloe wishing her a good vacation and promising to keep an eye on Chat. Luka sent her funny vacation memes. Nathaniel sent pics or didn’t happen texts; he found the possibility of Marinette all people actually taking a vacation hilarious and improbable. She’d show him though.

           Then there were a few texts from her ex-friends. And it seemed like the fires had started…

           When class started on Monday, most didn’t realize that Marinette wasn’t there until Bustier reminded Chloe to remind Chloe about the test next week. They all shrugged it off. Glad not to have to deal with the drama Marinette brought to class.

           When Alya, the new class president, brought up the dance that Friday, things got a little tense.

“We need volunteers,” The glasses-wearing girl said. “People to decorate and to clean up and all that. We also need to get decorations.”

           She received confused looks.

“Isn’t that your job?” Alix asked. “The class president does all that.”

           Alya crossed her arms, “No it’s not my job. I organize and plan but I can’t do everything by myself.”

“Marinette did,” Kim shrugged. “It can’t be that hard.”

“Do you wanna do it?” Alya asked him but he quickly shook his head. “Thought so. We don’t have a big budget. So can anyone chip in for decorations and food?”

           Mylene frowned, “Marinette made all the decorations and food.” They never had to chip in before. “Maybe she’d do it again.”

There were nods. They may not be friends with the girl anymore but she was still very helpful.

“OH! I need a dress,” Rose brightened up the room with her smile. “Marinette made mine last year. It was so beautiful. I’ll ask her to make another.”

           A few of the girls said the same.

“Not gonna happen,” Chloe smirked. “You guys are on your own.”

           Alya shot her a glare. “And we’ll be just fine.” She wasn’t happy about asking her ex-bestie for anything, anyway.

           They were not fine.

           Monday they had all talked a big game about not needing Marinette but by Tuesday, they realized that was a lie.

           Because everything was falling apart.

           Mylene’s musical was Friday, the day before the dance. More than half the class were either in it or helping with it. That meant Alya had barely any volunteers for the Dance committee. And had been reminded by Bustier about the annual fundraiser they did every year to pay for the class trip. Alya had been class president since the beginning of the year, and had been responsible for planning it. She had forgot all about it.

           Alya was confident she managed though. They’d pull in enough money to pay for the entire trip and she’d get to rub it in Marinette’s face that no one needed. Alya hoped Lila was back in time from her trip with Prince Ali to see it.

           In addition, neither she nor Bustier seem to remember that the fundraiser was always biggest because it was the last one of the year. Marinette usually had done several different ones by then.

           Mylene was struggling. None of the sets were done. The costumes were terrible. The entire play seemed to be falling apart. They had forgot to only put up flyers promoting the play but they never even made them. She didn’t understand, normally everything would be going as smooth as silk by then. Silk…

“Marinette,” She gasped. Yes, she remembered, Marinette always helped out with the school plays. The Bluenette would fix the costumes. She’d even help out with the flyers and the set. Mylene pulled out her phone and quickly called her ex-friend. It went to voice mail. She frantically sent a dozen texts, all screaming emergency. But she never got a reply.

           Marinette laid on the beach, drinking virgin Pina Colada, while talking with a boy she met while surfing and subtly eyeing him. He was a seventeen-year-old, tanned, dark haired Adonis, literally named Adonis. He was ripped in a way Marinette had only every previously seen on guys in magazines or on TV. Marinette was fifteen, (Sixteen in just a few months) had grown remarkably into her looks, and smirked a bit every time she caught Adonis eyeing her back.

“I got to go,” Adonis said. “Work.” He leaned a bit closer to Marinette. “If you wanna drop by, I wouldn’t mind. Maybe we can go for a swim together.”

Marinette flushed with excitement and blushed a lovely pink by the offer, “That sounds amazing! What do you do?”

           He grinned a sparkling white smile that lit up his gray eyes, and caused Marinette to let out a dreamy sigh. “I work with my dad. We do underwater scuba tours and explore sea wildlife and dormant underwater volcanos. We just got be careful to avoid sharks.”

           Marinette’s fell open, and she just stared at the older boy for a moment, “I’m a little busy today. But can we meet up later,” She squeaked.

           They said they goodbyes. And once Adonis was out sight, Marinette’s eyes narrowed, “Not today, Satan.”

           An image of the first time saw Adonis suddenly floated to the front of her mind. Adonis coming out of the water, with his surfer board and red swim trucks, running towards dry land.

           Marinette took a deep breath to stead herself; fight the urge to go running after Adonis. Because there was no way in hell she was going to deal with a “Dormant” volcano. And she didn’t mess with sharks. Neither did Jagged anymore and he had to learn his lessons the hard way. He was lucky to come back with all his limbs.

           By Wednesday, everyone was panicking. Alya refused to give in and attempted to rally her troops; with a divide and conquer plan. Lila had even come back early and graciously offered to take time away from her busy schedule to help. Alya decided they’d work on the play first. Then prepare for the dance, it shouldn’t take that long to decorate anyway, Alya had guess. Then finally they work on the fundraiser.  Everything would go perfectly.

           …Everything went wrong.

           They worked the entire morning on the Mylene’s musical. They tried to work on the costumes. But they had no one who could fix the costumes. Any tailor they went to cost an arm and a leg. Lila’s personal tailor was away helping the Duchess of Manchester with her wedding dress. Max could print flyer but only generic ones. Not the creative ones Marinette had always made. And it wasn’t like they could ask Nathaniel for help without him spitting acid at them. The sets had to be rushed; and ended up poorly painted. Not even close to as good as the ones Marinette had help do the year before and even worse than the ones other classes had done. To make matters worse, the light fixtures they had installed started a small fire.

           Mylene had a full blown panic attacked that caused one of the strongest Akuma Queen Bee and Chat Noir had ever faced.

           The musical had taken up most of the day. So Alya and the class spent the rest of it and most of the night trying to prepare for the dance. The problem was their budget was small. Apparently it had always been that small which had shocked Alya and the others as they remembered the amazing dances Marinette had always thrown. The only decorations came from the local party story and were as cheap as possible. But they hadn’t gotten nearly enough when they got to gym and fully realize the size of it. But most of their budget was already shot on what they did get.

           While for the last few years, Marinette’s had supplied most of the food for the dances from the bakery. It was clear to Alya that, it wouldn’t be happening. Most of the class had been banned from the shop. Alya ended up having to buy dollar store chips and drinks; and ended up with a cliché fruit punch bowl.

           Everyone got in trouble with their parents for being out so late. Even if they had been at school. All the kids were exhausted and overly stressed. When Alya got home that night, she got a text from Nino that caused her to burst into tears. His DJ gear had fried. They had no music for the dance.

           Not to mention Alya hadn’t even thought about the fundraiser. What was she going to do? What could she do?

           Alya cried herself to sleep. Knowing that in the morning she’d have to swallow her pride and call in the big guns. She needed Marinette. They all did.

           Marinette was having the time of her life. She laughed as let Heinrich and Mila twirl her around the dance floor. She was at a local teen club, out late, and truly partying for the first time in her life. He was a sixteen-year-old, six foot tall, blond, gorgeous fut-baller, with cheekbones that could cut glass. He had come to the city with his team for a charity match all the way from Germany. Mila was a beautiful redhead from Ireland, with startling blue eyes and a face dusted with freckles. She was a futballer too and was the most competitive person Marinette had ever met.

           Marinette had met the futball players, the girls’ team and the boys’ team at the beach. When the girls realized they only had five plays to the boys’ six and needed another girl. They saw Marinette alone and invited her to play. They all had a blast. Afterwards, they invited her to the club that night.

           Marinette had danced with everyone. However, somehow she had found herself smashed between Heinrich and Mila, more often than anyone else.

           The three laughed their way off the dance floor when Tonya, a local girl with green hair, and a futballer herself, had waved them over.

“We’re going to Fairy Ridge,” Tonya shouted over the music.

           Marinette’s interest was piqued. “Fairy Ridge?”

           Tonya answered happily, “It’s beautiful at night. An underground cave, near the ocean. It has this opening at the top and you can see all stars. It has a bunch of colorful crystals that glow in the moonlight, and fill up the cave.”

“Sweet,” Mila said, her arm still around Marinette. “Sounds like a party, mate.”

           Everyone agreed quickly. But Marinette wasn’t too sure. It was really late to the point where Jagged would be proud when she got back. Penny had made Marinette promise to avoid doing anything that would make Jagged proud; apart from the Bluenette’s usual awesomeness of course.

“You are coming, yes, Marinette?” Heinrich gave her his most charming smile that made Marinette go weak in the knees.

“Marinette, the ridge is so cool,” Tonya exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. “It’s supposed to be magic. They say fairies used to really live there. It’s cursed. They say all who enter are given a test of worth. Those who pass are stolen away to live under fae rule forever more as a fairy.”

           Marinette just looked at her. She thought of Tikki, the small magical god of creation, who was enjoying her vacation in the luxury sweet as well. When Marinette left her, she had been in a bowl of cookies finally getting caught up on Game of Thrones. A god who’s power turned Marinette into a magical superhero. Magical was real. And if A kwami was real, fairies could be too.

           The bluenette pursed her lips, and feigned a look of disappoint, “Sorry, guys. It’s so late. I’m already super passed my curfew. You guys go. We’ll hang tomorrow, okay?”

           The other teens expressed their disappointment, though Mila and Heinrich tried to convince her a bit more as they left the club. Jagger’s personal driver already waited for her.

           Once they had parted ways, Marinette got into the car and drove off. She waved brightly to the backs of the beautiful teens, “Not today, Satan.”

           Thursday, the entire class was freaking out. They had all gotten there early, desperate to try to fix the mess they were in. Even Alya could admit she needed some serious help. They all waited for Marinette to show up. Surely, it had to be back by now, right? They needed her!

           When the school bell rang starting class, and once again, Marinette didn’t appear. Alya nearly screamed. “Where is she?” She asked. “Marinette can’t miss this much school!”

“She’s not replying to my texts,” Mylene said, her eyes frantic with worry. Her boyfriend Ivan tried to calm her down.

“She never got back to me either,” Rose frowned. “Normally I’d get a bunch of questions asking about the style of wanted for my dress by now.”

           Alya stomped her foot. “Marinette hasn’t answered a single of calls. What part of S.O.S doesn’t she understand? The dance is falling apart. I have no idea what to do about the fundraiser on Sunday. We need her. I swear if that girl lost her phone again…”

“You’ll do what?” Surprising it was Nathanial who asked this. There was silence at his questions. “That’s what I thought. You’ll do nothing. One, because you have no right to text the girl you disowned as a friend and ridiculed for the last year for help. Two, you couldn’t take Marinette in a fight with everyone in this class helping you. And three, you’re the one who turned down her offers to help all year; citing that you didn’t need her. You don’t get to beg for help at the last minute, and be surprised that she can’t do it.” The speech had turned into an angry rant by the end as the once quiet redhead glared at them with poorly concealed disgust.

           Chloe knew bringing Nathanial into their fold had been a smart idea. She sent a vicious smile to the class, “Marinette’s on vacation. She won’t be back until Monday.” Chloe relaxed in her seat. “For her ex-friends; it’s her one week. You should know what that means”

           There were gasps. Alya’s face drained of color. They all knew what that meant. Marinette was gone in the wind, and she wouldn’t come back or answer her phone even if fire rained from the sky as furbys finally revealed the truth of their evilness and declared themselves the new rules of earth.

           They were on their own.

           Lila watched with a frown as her classmates fell apart. She didn’t think this would happened when she got Alya to replace Marinette as class president. Who knew the idiots could survive without the girl?

“No dresses,” Rose realized. All the girls in class looked ready to cry. Marinette always made their dresses, always. What were they going to do? They never saved up any money for a dress because they never had to before.

           Mylene started crying, “The play is ruined.” She sobbed. “I worked so hard on it.”

“What about the fundraiser?” Alix asked. “So much for going to New York or anywhere! Our class trip is ruined!”

           Bustier looked at a loss of what to do as her student began to panic. “Now everyone calm down. Breath.” She said calmly. “It. Will. Be. Fine.”

           Alya paced around the class, her hair wild, her eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep. “Ok, we can do this! I can do this!” She hissed. “I don’t need Marinette. I’ve never needed Marinette!” She looked around at the class. “None of us do. Anything she can do, we can do better, right?” Some looked unsure but Alya manage to rally everyone. “We can get our own dresses!” She yelled. “We can decorate our own dance. We fix the school play. And we will do the fund raiser. Without her, who need that bully anyway?”

           Nathaniel and Chloe shared a look and rolled their eyes. This would be good.

           The next few days would go down in Bustier’s class history as the worst three days of the students’ lives. And the most embarrassing.

           Barely anyone showed up for Mylene’s musical. None of the costumes were finished. The sets were a disaster. The actors were so frazzled, they couldn’t remember their lines. Three people walked out. One of them was Kim’s grandmother. Kim who had been one of the lead actors.

           On the day of Mylene’s play, Marinette woke up from her second nap of day to Penny banging on her door. When the bluenette opened it, the woman screamed, “Get ready!”

“What?” Marinette yawned, still half-asleep.

“Get. Ready. Now,” Excitement shown in the older woman eyes. She bounced around the room, opened Marinette’s closet and started throwing out clothes. “Hurry!”

“Why?” It was her vacation. Marinette didn’t want to rush. Or move.

“Zac Efron,” Penny squealed. That got Marinette’s attention and it was all Marinette need to shoot to attention and start scrambling to get ready. “Tom Holland, and Zendaya are filming a movie on an island close by. Jagged got us passed to go set.”

           As Marinette got dressed she asked, “What’s the movie about?”

           Penny gave a dreamy sigh, “Pirates and adventures. It’s a musical. Zendaya plays a kickass pirate who takes control of her father’s ship after he dies to rescue her genius half-brother, played by Tom Holland, who managed to figure out the location of the greatest treasure in all of history, from the evil Pirate King, played by Zac Efron.”

“Now that’s a musical I’d watch,” Marinette finished her make up in the mirror.

“And get this!” Penny paused for dramatic effect. “Harry Styles is the love interest. He supposed to be on set sometime this week.”

           Marinette screamed.

           They took a helicopter to the island. It was the best day of her life. She got to meet the goddess that was Zendaya, Her real life prince charming Tom Holland, and the man of her dreams Zac Efron. They were nice. They were sweet. They took so many pictures and videos with her.

           When Jagged mentioned Marinette designed most of his wardrobe. Marinette even got to show off her sketch book she had brought when the cast was too busy and it got boring. Zendaya commissioned a dress. She nearly right there.

           Then the director got a call, “Okay Harry’s arrived. He’s waiting at the cave. Time to shoot the act 5, scene 1.”

           They all moved to leave.

“Cave?” Marinette found herself asking.

           Penny nodded, “Its historically accurate. The real life Captain Wolfblood, the guy who’s treasure everyone wants, supposedly buried his there. Pirates fought and died there all the time trying to find it. Supposed to be cursed. So whoever died was bound there for eternity; their ghosts protect the treasure. Killing all who enter their domain.”

           Marinette found herself stopping in her tracks, “Pirate Ghosts.” She stated. “Cursed treasure.”

“Harry Styles…” Penny sang, causing Jagged to give her a sour look.

           Harry Styles… For the first time that vacation Marinette was tempted to go. Tempted to risk pirates’ curses and murderous ghosts just to see the man who had caused ten-year-old Marinette to write Mrs. Harry Styles in her diary for a month.

“I actually have to facetime my parents,” Marinette frowned. “Reception terrible out here.”

           After promising to meet them for dinner, Marinette booked it off the island. As it faded from sight, and all her wishes of being the future Mrs. Harry Styles burned, she whispered, “You stepped of your game. I’m impressed.” She glared at the window. “But Not today, Satan.”

           The dance was a catastrophe. Everyone in class could admit to that. All the girls wore their dresses from the year before. For the first time, there was no live performance. Just Nino’s play music from his phone. Until it died midsong. They forgot to get helium for the balloons, so they had to blow them up themselves. The chips were stale. The punch tasted like rotten bananas. No one alerted the proper staff regarding the dance so no one warned the janitor not to wax the gym floor the night before. Five kids hurt themselves. Alya forgot to get chaperones. And found Damocles and Mendeleiev shut down the entire dance before it even got passed its first hour.

           The night of the dance would go down as the best night of Marinette’s life. The director from the day before had liked Marinette so much that gave her the role of Lunaris, mermaid princess, originally played by an actress who had backed out of the role at the last second. Like literally right before they were supposed to shoot her scenes. It was a small role; Marinette didn’t have many lines and only two songs to herself (and fillers song lines throughout the movie). Plus she died. (The entire part took five days to film, and Marinette ended up staying on her vacation an additional two days. Her parents instantly approved; wanting their daughter away from the drama of her ex-friends. However, Marinette would be called in for additional reshoots and scenes, a month later. Then more after that as they would expand her role) She spent the entire time in a mermaid costume. Up until the last act of the movie.

           However, her character was in love with Harry Styles’ character, a mermaid prince who became human for chance to win the love of Zendaya’s character. Her character more or less had been the prince’s childhood best friend who never admitted to being in love with him until it was too late. She had spent the entire movie supporting him to win the main character’s heart. Her first song was sang as she helped him escape the underwater kingdom to go to his true love while she hid her own; choosing to put him before herself. The next day it was revealed that they were supposed to have been betrothed and united their kingdoms. Her second song happened after she chose to fight on land to save her friend and taking a killing blow for him; she died singing to the prince about not waiting to tell someone you love until its’ too late; especially if the love’s worth dying for. Or walking on land for.

           After shooting her scenes for the day; she was invited by the cast to go meet Chris Heimsworth who was vacationing at a nearby island resort. They were going to go budging jumping of the highest mountain on the Island, near shark infested waters. Again Marinette only had one thing to say to that, “Not today, Satan.” She was not going to fight a shark. Not that week. No matter how much she loved Thor. (She’d later find out Tom Hiddleston was there and cry.)

           The fundraiser had cost more than it raised. That was all anyone was willing to say on the subject. Particularly Alya who was missing her eyebrows.

           The day of the fundraiser, the Day Marinette was supposed to return home, was bliss. At the end of it, Marinette found herself watching the sunset with Jagged and Penny.

“We should visit mermaid isle,” Penny suggested. “I heard it’s magical. There’s a spot that grants wishes… At a price.”

           Marinette didn’t bother to ask for anymore. She just smiled, “Not today, Satan.”

           The next morning, the Monday Marinette should have already been back home, instead she was getting ready to shoot some more scene for the movie. Then she got a call.

“Hey Marinette!” Kimi, the director, said. “We were hoping you could come in early today. We have to shoot your death scene.”

“Oh! Sweet! Where?”

“Shark cove. It will be perfect,” Kimi said cheerfully. “This time before your last breath, Harry’s going to kiss you goodbye. So eat a mint.”

           Marinette mind froze. Kiss… Harry? “Shark cove?”

“Yeah, we’ll have to be careful not to attract any, you know?” Kimi sighed. “It’ll be a bit dangerous. You okay with that?”

           The bluenette wanted to scream no way. But it was a new week. “I’m there,” She said firmly. For a kiss from Harry Styles, she’d do anything.

           Vacation time was over. Marinette was going to fight a shark.

           When Marinette returned to school on Wednesday, it was to the frustrated faces of her classmates. None of them talked to her. Just glared coldly. Though Alya did give her a sarcastic, welcome back.

           Marinette just shrugged and went to sit at her desk next to Chloe and Nathaniel, who were both grinning.

“How was it?” Marinette asked them.

           Nathaniel smirked, “Epic! Three fires. Two poisonings. A kid broke his leg. Four more ended up in the emergency room.”

“The play was a disaster,” Chloe added. “The dance was shut down after an hour. The fire department came to the so called fund raiser. You were gone for little more than a week and these morons nearly got themselves killed like four times.”

“We got in on video!” Nathaniel laughed.

           Marinette laughed.

           She looked at the stressed and embarrassed students of Bustier’s class, even the teacher looked worse for wear.

           Marinette smirked.

           Somebody obviously needed a vacation. Or rather… Everybody.

#ml salt #ml fic #marinette dupen chang #Marinette deserves better

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Part Four: All’s Well That Ends Well. (Bad Boys S09E07)

Episode Summary: When an old friend of Dean’s asks for help to solve a murder, Sam and the reader discover that the older Winchester as a secret past—one that will help solve the hunt. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,476.

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There was never a better feeling than wrapping up a particular rough hunt. Before you and the boys could say your final goodbyes to everyone and hit the road back to Kansas, Dean wanted to stay a little longer and have a private chat with Robin after the eventful afternoon she endured. There was nothing stopping him from giving the woman a proper goodbye, the one she deserved to have all those years ago. She was starting to understand Dean's past more and why he moved around so often. The business he inherited from his father wasn't like her own, but there was a sort of satisfaction to it of helping people. 

"So, then, this is the family business?" Robin asked the man, still trying to wrap her head around everything she witnessed earlier today.

"Told you it was boring." Dean replied with a casual tone that made Robin laugh. She shook her head at his attitude that was too laid back for her personal comfort. She had a feeling he dealt with stranger things out there in the world. "Well, as you can see, I did not run off to become a rockstar." 

"Mm...I don't know about that." Robin said. She tilted her head and smiled at the man. Despite the years that passed between them, not many things changed about him from his youth. He was still the same. Except that he seemed more assured of himself, more confident. And perhaps a tad bit happier. "You look pretty rockin' to me, Dean Winchester."

Dean chuckled at the woman's compliment. "And what about you?"

"I mean, I always thought that I would hate being in the same little town my whole life, and you know, taking over the diner like Dad always wanted, but...I don't. I just—I love it." Robin admitted. Dean was happy to hear about how the woman's life turned out. it was far from what she aspired to be when she was a teenager, but from the look on her face, she wouldn’t have it any other way. “How about you? The family business all that bad?”

“Well, it’s not all threatening to harm kids and spirits. It has its ups and downs, I’m not gonna lie. But it’s not all that bad.” Dean said. It was sort of funny to think back to the things the both of them discussed when they were teenagers. All their hopes and dreams for something different, wanting nothing more than to distance themselves from what their parents wanted, only to follow the exact same path they wanted to avoid. "I guess we didn't know everything we did at sixteen, huh?"

“Not everything.” Robin agreed. “Just some things.” 

She guessed everything happens for a reason. If he asked, she would admit to him that he felt like the one who got away. She wondered from time to time if things might have turned out differently if he stayed and they went on that date he promised her. Would their lives have ended up differently? For better or worse? She didn't know, and quite frankly, didn't really care. Robin was genuinely happy with the way her life turned out. It might not have been exciting and adventurous like Dean's, but she was okay with that. 

Robin found her mind wandering to a few different places with a couple of questions she wanted to try and pick Dean's brain before he left. She only had gotten a taste of what he went up against everyday. Part of her wanted to ask what kind of things were out there, but she had a feeling ignorance was bliss in this sort of situation. However there were other things she was curious about. She noticed Dean look over his shoulder to you and his brother, who had been talking to Sonny after he arrived back from the hospital. 

"Okay, I gotta know." Robin let out a quiet sigh from the intrusive thought that wouldn't leave her alone. She shoved her hands into her back pocket and casually glanced over your way. "Is Y/N your wife? I mean, I only ask because you don't seem the traditional type. And the both of you seem...pretty close.” 

“No. Not yet, at least.” Dean said. He found himself glancing back over in your direction again to see you talking to Sonny, seeming to have moved on from the update from the smile on your face. He prayed the older man who looked after him for those two months wasn’t telling you some kind of embarrassing story you’d most likely tease him about later when the both of you were alone. “I’m still waiting for the day she gets sick of me and runs off.” 

"Give yourself some credit. If she didn't snatch you up, maybe I would have." Robin teased the man. She took the man by surprise when she leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Not in a romantic sort of way, but a thank you for everything he had given her. "Goodbye, Dean. If you ever happen to come back here, those banana pancakes will always be waiting for you." 

The older Winchester smiled at the woman's open invitation and quietly gave her a verbal goodbye. He watched as Robin mader her way up the porch steps and joined Timmy who had been lingering near the front door. The kid smiled and waved to Dean before joining Robin back inside his permanent home. Dean left this place with a better feeling than he had all these years ago. Sonny was a good man, if anyone could help a kid like Timmy, he was the perfect person to do so. 

Dean made his way over to you and Sam, overhearing the conversation about the things Timmy went through today and the person responsible for the deaths of Ruth and Jack, along with the harming of the other boy Sonny was looking over as well. Trauma and trouble were things Sonny was quite familiar with. And he'd do anything in his power to make sure the kid grew up in a loving home.

"Sounds like Timmy's gonna need some help adjusting." Sonny said. 

"Yeah, but he's got you." Dean told the man. 

"I always hate to see you go, dee-dawg. Can't thank you enough for this one, man." Sonny reached out and shook the older Winchester's hand before embracing him into a quick hug. 

"Sonny, we'll see you around." Dean gave his final goodbyes to the man, a little disappointed all of you had to leave so soon. He'd like to stick around for a little while longer and catch up with Sonny, but he was starting to miss his own bed after a stressful hunt like the one all of you endured. 

"You bet on that, kids." Sonny said. "Take it easy, man." 

All of you gave your final goodbyes to the man before you watched Sonny make his way back up to the house to join the boys. You let out a quiet sigh and walked to the Impala that was parked a few feet away. As you reached for the backseat door, Sam found himself caught up with how the hunt ended. The situation looked like it was going to end horribly, until it didn't. Talking out problems to the monster straight on almost never worked. But for some reason it did in this situation. 

"Hey, how did you know Timmy asking his mom to leave was gonna work?" Sam asked his brother, a little bit curious to hear the answer.

“I didn’t. Total Hail Mary.” Dean admitted. “Got lucky.”

"You just got lucky?" Sam repeated his brother's response, seeming to find it a bit funny like the man did. "Kind of like you did with this place. I mean, here I was thinking this was the worst part of your life, and it turns out it was the best. Why'd you ever leave?"

Dean would never admit the truth about this place to either one or Sam. There were some things about his life that he wanted to remain a secret. "Never felt right." Dean said. Sam didn't seem to fully believe the excuse his brother tried to use, you simply looked between both of the boys, understanding the things neither one of them wanted to say. "It was two months, Sam, okay, and I couldn't wait to get out of here. I don't know what to tell you. It wasn't me." 

The boys were good liars when they wanted to be. If you keep telling yourself the same thing over and over again, eventually you'd start to believe it, too. You opened up the car door and slid yourself inside with the brothers following in suit. Dean could lie to your face all you wanted, but you knew there was a special place in his heart for this home and Sonny. A possibility in your life that didn't turn out to be. A chance for normality that never came. For Sam it was his college years, and Dean it was here. While it never lasted long, the chance of getting a taste was sweet enough. Because what you wanted in the moment might not be the thing you really wanted after all. Something made all of you choose hunting instead of a normal life. 

Sam had a hunch of what made Dean decide not to stay at Sonny's all those years ago and join him and John. Something Dean always chose. His older brother never once abandoned him over the years. He was always there for him, always wanting to look out for him. Dean made sacrifices the way a parent did. And never once over the years did he make Sam feel guilty over it. He did what he always did, protected him. 

"Dean...thank you." Sam muttered two words he felt he didn't say enough to his brother. Dean's face slowly morphed into confusion at the compassion being thrown his way. He asked what for. "For always being there, for having my back. Look, I know it hasn't always been easy."

The car fell into silence at the heartfelt words Sam needed to say after understanding the importance of this place to his brother, even if he didn't want to say it. Dean swallowed at the shift in atmosphere. The heaviness of the guilt his brother must be feeling at the moment. In true Dean fashion, the man denied anything to help avoid a deeper conversation. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

You rolled your eyes at the man's response, not sure why you were expecting anything else from him. Dean turned on the engine and put the car into drive, sending the Impala forward and down the dirt path out of Sonny's ranch. You looked out the window to get one more good look at the place before turning your attention back to the road. 

+ + +

There was never a better feeling than coming back to the bunker and unwinding after the rough hunt you had. Sam decided he wanted to tackle the book he wanted to read and headed off to the library, you decided not to delay the unpacking you needed to do and the laundry that was starting to pile up in your hamper. You threw your duffel bag to the bed and reached to unzip it. pulling out the dirty clothes and throwing them to the overflowing pile of others. You let out a quiet sigh of annoyance and debated with yourself if you really wanted to do this right now...

Lucky for you, a momentary distraction came to you when Dean stepped into your shared bedroom with his own overnight bag he threw over to the couch. You'd been meaning to talk to him about the hunt. You watched as he kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the bed, relaxation finally coming over him after the long drive. You joined him without needing to be asked, curling up to his side and taking the rightful place you loved to be. You didn't entertain small talk like how you normally did when you wanted to ask Dean persona questions like you normally did. 

“I’ve been thinking...” You began.

“That’s never good.” Dean was quick to try and humor you with jokes that made him laugh, you responded with an eye roll like always. 

"What do you think our lives would be like if we never met? If you never left Sonny’s?" You asked him the question that had been burning in the back of your mind for a while now. Dean could try and deny the truth all he wanted to you, but you knew him better than he knew himself. You sat up so you were staring at him in the eye to see his reaction from your question. "I know Sammy’s the reason why you really left.” 

You watched as Dean opened his mouth to try and deny such a claim. You raised your brow slightly and waited for him to try and stop the conversation before it could go any further. He shot down all of you every time you tried to dig deeper into this part of his past. But it seemed he didn't want to deny anything with you. He let out a quiet sigh. "I couldn't leave the kid alone." 

“That’s what makes you the best big brother, ever.” You mumbled, a smile spreading across your lips. “I could picture you turning out to be like Sonny. Having a home for little wayward boys, making them better people. Maybe settle down with Robin...be happy.” 

“You think I’d settle down with Robin?” Dean teased you from the way you trailed off before finishing your sentence. Speaking words that almost sounded like they left a bad taste in your mouth from the thought alone of not having a life with him. “Are you jealous?”

“What? No!” You jumped a little too quickly to deny such a claim from him. You rolled your eyes when the smirk that spread across his lips grew a little wider at your reaction to his question. You reached out to fix the flannel he was wearing so it laid flat, using the few moments between your words to help formulate your thoughts better. “Far from it, actually. It was nice meeting someone from your face that wasn’t a hookup. I...I’m happy your life wasn’t that bad all the time.” You were now fidgeting with his buttons from what you said. “You got to have somewhat a normal life. Experience the awkwardness of being a teenager. Date a nice girl. Even if it only lasted a few months. It just makes me wonder what your life could have been if you stayed.” 

“I never really thought about it.” Dean shrugged, giving you the honest truth. “Not recently, at least.” 

You looked up at him after focusing on his shirt for a little while longer, asking another question. “Was she the first girl you got serious with?” 

"Why'd you ask that?" Dean's expression changed into slight confusion at such an odd sounding question. You saw his brow scrunch together as he wondered to himself if you 

 were jealous. Not of what she was to him, but the fact that it wasn't you who gave him the teenage bliss of first dates and making out on porches. Stupid things every sixteen year old got to experience. Things you missed out on when you were his age.

“Because of the way you acted around her when you first saw her at the diner. You acted like you were more than old friends." You said. "You get this look in your eye when you're around girls who...gave you something you never really got to have." 

“She made me understand what it was like to be a teenager. What relationships were like.” He said. “But she doesn’t compare to you. Not even by a long-shot.” 

"I know our paths were supposed to cross and all that crap, but sometimes I wonder what things would be like if we were just...normalish.” You said. “What if we never met back up as teenagers? We might have gone our entire lives not knowing each other. You really might have become a famous rockstar. I could have been an adoring fan of yours!” 

"Would have you been one of those groupies who'd do anything to get backstage to meet the singer?" Dean asked, wiggling his brow to prove his point. You quietly laughed at the way his mind always seemed to wander. "Do you think you would have gone to college and live the life the way your mom wanted if we never met?"

“Mmm, perhaps. Maybe I’d settle down with some schmuck and live some boring life.” You quietly laughed at the thought of having the American dream most people craved to have. A boring job with a white picket fence and a spouse they’d most likely divorce in ten years. “I can picture myself having some lame career. Pop out a few kids. Definitely would have a dog…I mean, how can I not?”

“We’re not getting a dog. Or a cat. You know my allergies wouldn’t handle it.” He quickly shot down your idea of adding a furry pet into your family when you looked at him the way you were right now. You still were a bit  bummed since you wrapped up the case with the Colonel a few weeks back. You’d do anything to give him a proper home, but you knew that it was impossible with the life you lead. “Sammy’s kind of like a dog. He’s hairy enough. And Kevin’s like a cat. He never leaves and sometimes roams from room to room.” 

“You’re terrible.” You lightly whacked Dean in the chest at his horrible joke that made you smile. He chuckled to himself and titled his head to the side that you found adorable. For some reason you found yourself staring into his eyes, a rush of emotions came over you. Sometimes it happened when the light hit him just right or he was simply doing something mundane. It was the realization that Dean was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was your soulmate, your better half. Even if he was a bit of an idiot sometimes. He was all yours. And fate had led you together. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” He whispered back to you. He leaned down slightly to give you a sweet and simple peck on the lips. “And don’t you forget that.” 

“I won’t.” You promised him. “Not ever.” 

Maybe that’s why he kept this of his past a secret for all these years. John told Sam that his older brother got lost on a hunt because it was just easier for everyone. Sam wouldn’t understand why John couldn’t pick his brother back up from this place. You bet that even at twelve years old Sam butted heads with his father. 

And Dean never told the truth because...because this place was something that made him think for a second that the life he had wasn’t what he wanted. He could’ve changed it around and never looked back. He could’ve gone to that dance like a normal teenager and continued on with Robin. He could’ve finished up school and possibly went off to college. Learn guitar from and become a big rockstar. Or go to college and study engineering. Dean was smart, much as he doubted himself at times. There was an opportunity to change his life around and stay with someone who cared for him and gave the right kind of tough love he needed at times. And he would’ve done it, only if he was an only child. Maybe if Sam was a few years older and was able to take care of himself on his own. 

Dean’s life could have gone in a million different directions if he wanted All of your lives could have. The one he was given was tough and unbearable at times. He suffered too much grief and constantly had a crisis that needed solving. But the good outweighed the bad. If his life didn’t go the way it did, he wouldn’t have met you. Or Cas. And few people he called friends. Dean learned that his life, good or bad, was his own to control after all the crap he dealt with before in the past. It wasn’t perfect, God knows that, but it was his. He was able to do anything he wanted. And the realization made him think back to what he said about you to Robin when she asked if you and him were married. Not yet...but soon. He hoped very soon. 

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 5

Here is the long awaited Chapter 5. Also, due to my own desire, all of the temporary heroes will have suits fashioned after outfits from “Avatar: the Last Airbender”.

Con trai means “son” while Con gài means “daughter”, or at least that’s what the website I found them on says. (the website is www.vietnamesepod101.com if you’re wondering)

Also, I made a typo in chapter 2/3 with Marc’s pronouns but since then, I’ve changed it. I hope you all will continue to receive this fic with the same enthusiasm you have thus far.

Jason danced around his kitchen with Damian on his hip, his sisters sitting on some of the kitchen counters. Bobby Day’s “Rockin’ Robin” poured into the kitchen from his bluetooth speaker.

Tim wandered into the kitchen, one hand rubbing at his eye and the other on the wall, and ran into Steph’s legs. “‘ephanie?”

“Hey Tim.” Steph gently pushed Tim in the direction of the fridge and laughed as she watched him stumble to the fridge.

Jason ruffled Tim’s hair as he walked passed and smiled. “Good morning Timbers.”

“Good morning Uncle Tim.” Damian murmured from where his head was resting against his dad’s shoulder.

“Wha-?” Tim turned to look at the pair. “When did-?”

“Just went through yesterday.” Jason smiled. “Don’t worry too much.”

Tim nodded and got his glass of water before returning to the girls and settling between them. “Have you told Dick yet?”

Jason shook his head and opened the oven door to peek at the muffins he was baking. “No. But he, Wally and the kids are supposed to come over for lunch today.”

---

Jason carefully pried the sleeping form of his son off of his hip and passed him to Roy with a smile before looking at his brother. “So, Dickiebird, how are you holding up?”

Dick shrugged, playing with Mar’i’s hair to distract himself, before smiling. “I’m fine.” He glanced over at Wally for a moment. “Wally and I have been helping each other with this single parent thing.”

Wally smiled before turning to watch Jai and Iris chase each other around the dining room table. “Dick’s a great help with those two, they always have so much energy.”

Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Of course they have so much energy, look at who their father is.” Jason was about to say something when someone knocked on the door. “Give me just a moment.”

Wally and Dick sent him a pair of thumbs up as he stood up and walked towards the door.

Jason opened the door and simply raised an eyebrow. “What can I help you with Mr. Wayne?”

“There’s a French class coming to Gotham. They’re staying in one of the company hotels in the heart of the city. You and your brothers had best be on your best behaviour since Dick is the tour guide for their tours through the company buildings and you’re the acting bodyguard for their tours around the city.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Hey Dickiebird! I didn’t know you signed up to give some tours to some hoity toity French kids.”

“I didn’t know I signed up to give some tours either.” Dick leaned on the wall next to the door. “When did either of us sign up to help you?”

Bruce sighed and looked at his two oldest sons. “Don’t do it for me. Do it for Alfred, he would like it if any of you came around.”

“Mmm, no can do B. My son is the child of a rogue and the grandchild of a rogue, my sister is the child of a rogue, my sisters are children of rogues, my brothers and I associate with rogues. Alfred is more than welcome to come around. You can give him my address and then forget it.”

Dick nodded and slung an arm around Jason’s shoulders. “When is the French class supposed to be here?”

“They’re flying in on Saturday but don’t start their tours until the following Monday to allow for them to get used to the time change.

---

Jason nervously tapped his foot on the floor, hoping and praying to whatever deity came to mind first a certain god of destruction that everything would turn out alright. He took a deep breath, shook out his hands and knocked on the door to the apartment.

The door opened and Selina appeared, dishevelled hair and shirt falling down her arm. Selina was sleepily rubbing at her eye with the other hand still held the door, just open enough she could see whomever was at her door but not open enough that anyone could see into her apartment.

“Aunt Selina?” Jason whispered while praying again to the deity. “Do you remember me? I’m-”

Selina let go of the door to wrap her arms around Jason, pulling the much taller boy against her chest. “Oh Jason. Why didn’t you come to me immediately after you breached city limits?” She pulled back just enough to hesitantly trace her fingers over the scars that marred his otherwise conventionally handsome face. “My poor bird. My poor, poor, little bird.”

“Aunt Selina. I’m fine now. Dick and Tim have sided with me against Bruce. I know how much you care for him and I understand if you’re taking his side, I just, I needed to see my Aunt Selina one last time.”

“Jason Peter Todd. I’m not the Joker. My one goal in life isn’t to be the Bat’s one and only. The day he brought Dick on the scene I decided then and there that you all weren’t his birds. You were mine. And cats are just as likely to attack bats as they are birds.” Selina’s fingers paused on top of a set of three very faint white-silver scars just under his jawline. “I am sorry that I ever caused you pain my little bird.”

---

Jason nervously straightened things around his apartment, Damian, Roy and Lian sat on the couch watching his mad dash around the apartment while Stephanie and Cass sat on a pair of counters with Tim standing between them. Dick, Wally, Mar’i, Jay and Iris were nervously looking out the window as Jason continued to clean.

Dick, Wally, Mar’i, Jay and Iris suddenly scrambled away from the window to sit down around Damian, Roy and Lian.

A few minutes after they sat down, a firm knock came at the door. Jason brushed the dust off of his shirt and approached the door. Jason opened the door and smiled. “Hi Aunt Selina. Hi Grandpa Alfred.”

Alfred smiled at Jason and glanced down at the covered dish in his hands. “I made my key lime pie.”

Selina simply chuckled. “Little bird. At this point, I’m your mom. Just call me Mom.”

-*-*-*

Thana looked at her friends, Chloé steadfast in her loyalty, Nino firm in his friendship, and Kim unshakable in his protection, and smiled. “I love you guys so much. You are my family.”

Chloé smiled and wrapped her arms around Thana. “We love you too.”

Nino and Kim joined their hug, the four friends uniting in their found family and solidifying their bonds. “You’re our family too Thana.”

---

Desgracia watched as Marc took a deep breath before looking at Kaalki. “Kaalki, full gallop.”

Marc was encased in a pale brown light. When the light disappeared, they stood in a loose-fitting gray bodysuit with brown knee-high boots with dark orange-red bands around the top of the boots and around the ankles, dark red wrist gauntlets covered in orange horseshoes with dark golden yellow bands around the top and bottom of the gauntlets. Over the gray bodysuit, they had a dark red tunic which crossed over their chest which was hemmed in a red-orange. The bottom half of their face was obscured by the turtleneck of their gray bodysuit while they had a dark orange-red domino mask with light gray eye lenses. The domino mask had a thin golden yellow outline, akin to glasses, while their hair had reddened. While their hair had previously been pitch black, it was now a dark chestnut that had lengthened to resemble Sesshomaru’s.

“What’s your name?” Desgracia’s eye lenses were blue-green and flicked over his suit in vague interest.

“Ma-”

Desgracia’s eye lenses darkened to green and hissed. “Hero name. We don’t use names in the field.” A gruff voice repeating the same words to a much younger version of her older brother sounded in her head.

“Oh, uh, um.” Marc frowned and tapped their chin in thought.

“Well, you’re using the Horse Miraculous so it should be something horse related. Poulain, because you’re new at this so you’re like a foal.”

“Poulain rouge.” Marc smiled and shook out their shoulders. “Poulain rouge because my hair is more red now.”

“Welcome to the team Poulain rouge.” Desgracia smiled and leaned over to ruffle their hair.

“Thanks.”

---

Thana sat under the stairs which lead to the second floor of the school, sketching an outfit for a client when another person tripped over her legs. She glanced up to see it was Marc before looking back down at her sketch.

“Sorry. I didn’t-” Marc started before Thana cut them off.

“Would you wear this?” Thana pushed her sketchbook towards them and tapped her fingers on her leg.

Marc looked over the sketch and nodded. “Yeah. Looks good. Who’s it for?”

“A client. Hey, you’re good at writing, right?” Thana looked at them and seemed to be imploring them to answer.

“Yeah?”

“Could you look over my website and figure out what’s wrong with it?” Thana smiled. “You can come over to Chlo’s to look over it. Well, Chlo’s or Kim’s.”

Marc nodded. “Sure.”

---

Thana and Marc followed after Kim as he walked into his home.

“Mẹ! Mèo con and our friend came over, I hope that’s okay.” Kim called as they entered the house. Kim and Thana toed off their shoes on instinct while Marc just copied their movements.

“Con trai. Con gài.” Kim’s Mẹ wrapped the two up in a hug before pressing kisses to their foreheads. “Ni hao. I’m Kim’s mom, and Marinette,” Kim’s Mẹ noticed how she flinched at the use of the name and corrected herself, “Thana has practically become my daughter.”

“My name is Marc Anciel.” Marc shook Kim’s Mẹ’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.”

“None of that ma’am stuff. Just call me Mẹ, those two do.” Kim’s Mẹ was, arguably, a very attractive woman. She had short black hair and warm caramel brown eyes and she was just a few centimeters shorter than Kim. “Come on in.”

The three teens smiled at the woman before they went back to Kim’s room. Thana pulled up her website and moved out of the desk chair to allow Marc to look it over.

Marc looked over the website while Kim and Thana did their homework. “Are you sure you want the whole webpage to be gunmetal gray? You could mix it up with the background being light purple so the gray stands out.”

Thana nodded and let out a quiet “huh”. “Hey Marc? Do you care if I hug you?”

Marc’s eyes widened and they smiled shyly. “Sure.”

Thana wrapped her arms around Marc. “Thank you so much.”

---

Desgracia looked over the field, making sure each of her teammates weren’t being overwhelmed with this Akuma’s minions, when she saw the Akuma gunning for Poulain rouge.

Desgracia lept from the rooftop, landing on her toes in front of Poulain rouge and glared at the Akuma. She twirled her baton in her hand, keeping it low enough to not hit Poulain, before she looked back over her shoulder at Poulain. “Go get Monsieur Punaise. Tell him to hurry.”

Poulain nodded, turned around and ran to get their fearless leader who had one fear and it was Desgracia.

By the time Poulain returned with Monsieur Punaise, the Akuma was barely holding on. Monsieur Punaise called for his Lucky Charm, a plane ticket (specifically one for the flight they were taking soon), before deakumatizing the Akuma and throwing the Lucky Charm in the air with a call of “Miraculous Monsieur Punaise”.

Desgracia wrapped an arm around Poulain’s waist before jumping away, leaving her more even tempered teammates to assist the Akuma victim.

Desgracia landed on a rooftop and put Poulain down on the rooftop. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. He didn’t get close enough to take a swipe at me.” Poulain rouge chuckled and shook their head. “Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?”

“Poulain. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. All damage dealt in the battle was rendered useless and disappeared when Monsieur Punaise cast his final charm.” Desgracia cupped Poulain’s face in her hands. “You have to be on guard at all times in battle. I won’t always be here. You need to trust your teammates to protect you in battle.”

Trâu landed on the rooftop and chuckled. “Desi, you can’t just kidnap our Foal.”

Desgracia turned her green eyes on him, however after assessing him as no threat her eye lenses turned back into their normal blue. “Trâu. I didn’t kidnap them. I just needed to ensure that they were fine.”

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luke/reggie (romantic) playlist, childhood friends to lovers! this isn't really a "put this on shuffle" playlist it's almost a fic with accompanying 80s/90s music!! can you tell i had a hard time with reggie's country songs and also that my parents listen to a lot of billy joel

song links + notes under the cut :-)

1987: 13 years old

reggie: queen of hearts

( i know you don’t like country, but i think you’d like this song! let me know what you think :-) )

luke: i love rock ‘n roll

( love the guitar solo! you’re right, i don’t love country, but you have good taste in music. this is a bit more my style :D. )

1988: 14 years old

reggie: i believe in you

( i believe in our future band! maybe we should keep this tracklist going, and we can each add to it every year with a song. this year for me is this song, though i’m not so sure i believe in my mom and dad. they’ve been arguing a lot recently, and i don’t think they can get me the bass i asked for. i can try and borrow one from the school, though! i won’t give up on our band - i know that with all my certainty ;-) )

luke: be good to yourself

( if the school doesn’t give you a bass, i’m sure my parents would get one for you. you know you’re their favorite :P. here’s a song i think you need right now. i hope things look up <3 )

1989: 15 years old

reggie: nobody falls like a fool

( i remember hearing this song when i was younger and not understanding what it’s about. it came on the radio again today. i think i get it now. )

luke: the longest time

( this one is like that for me. i totally get the line in it about writing music. i’ve written a lot of songs about you. i would say too many, but i don’t think that’s possible. )

1990: 16 years old

reggie: to know him is to love him

( guess who this made me think of! <3 )

luke: crazy little thing called love

( hm… i wonder. how about this one? i bet you won’t be able to figure out who it's about. )

1991: 17 years old

reggie: rockin’ years

( can you believe we’re going to graduate soon? and then we can go rent an apartment somewhere with all of the money we get from playing! i think it’d be fun to live with you… though i doubt it’ll be very quiet with you and your guitar. promise to learn a few country songs for me? )

luke: only the good die young

( it still feels so far away. i can’t wait to really start our band. we may be getting older, but we’re still young yet! i chose this one for our tracklist, but movin' out is another good billy joel song (am i allowed to recommend another?). and of course i’ll play some country for you, reg. of course i will. )

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #reginald peters #reggie peters #jatp gift exchange #Spotify

[mhdiaries]

Wave 4 Journal of Jackson Jekyll

On September 9...

So it turns out I’m a monster. Well part-time monster actually, which leaves me pretty much full-time confused. It’s not like I didn’t know that mom and dad were both monsters. The first time I saw mom’s Hyde side come out was when I was 5 and we were visiting my dad’s side of the family. Some of the little neighborhood monsters decided that they were going to play “kick the can” only they were going to use me as the can. Every time I tried to run home they blocked my way and pushed me down. I started crying and then they really started making fun of me. Then all of a sudden I heard this roar and there was my mom. Even though it didn’t look like her I knew it was and honestly all I could think was, “Why mother, what big muscles you have.” Needless to say I never had any problem with the local monsters again. Dad’s a fire elemental of course and I grew up playing with Heath so I was never afraid of monsters. I just didn’t think any monster heritage had passed on to me. When I asked mom and dad if they knew me and Holt were the same person they said, “Of course we knew you and Holt were the same person - we’re your parents; now finish your breakfast or you’ll be late for school.” Well thanks for clearing that up for me mom and dad. Cause you know it’s not like having that little bit of information would have been helpful at all. Good thing I’m past those awkward teenage years where news like this could really have a negative impact on my psyche. (Ooh - sarcasm. I like it) HH

On September 12...

I had to go to the mad scientist, I mean mad pediatrician, today. Mom says that until I’m an adult I need to continue seeing him because he has the most experience dealing with growing monsters. I feel fine but mom and dad are worried because what triggers my transformation to Holt has changed. It used to happen when the sun went down but now it seems to be loud music, I think. The waiting room was almost empty except for a mother werewolf and two young cubs. While mom filled out paperwork I sat down and tried to find something to read that wasn’t chewed, gooed or covered in monster germs. Then I heard one of the werewolf cubs say, “Mommy! Is that a normie?” “Yes honey, don’t stare.” “Is he going to eat us?” I could tell that she was embarrassed so I said, “No way - I’m totally allergic to werewolf it makes me sneeze - ACHOO!” The cubs eyes got really wide and then she started laughing, “Aw that’s not true.” Then she held up her foot and said, “I can tie my shoe!” I said, “That’s amazing, can you show me how?” The werewolf mom relaxed too and it turns out she’s related to Clawd’s family. Pretty soon a lab assistant appeared, “Jackson Jekyll?” She led us back to a room and said, “The doctor will be with you shortly.” Then, “The wait.” Which means sitting on the crinkly paper covered exam table forever and wondering what would happen if I started playing with the instruments in the exam room and the doctor walked in. Anyway just about the time I woke up enough boredom and courage to start picking up some of the cooler looking instruments laying on the counter I hear the mad pediatrician pulling my chart and the door opens. He’s wearing a lab coat with purple vampire ducks and his stethoscope cover is a fuzzy yellow dragonhead. I’m sure it calms the younger monsters but it scares the normie out of me that the volatile nature of my elemental side + my hyde heritage + being a teenager = constant change. He said that the trigger would probably change again before I reach adulthood. Then he gave me a lollypop, scheduled me for another test and said he wanted to see me again in three months. Now I’m worried about what the trigger is going to change to next. What if it’s showers? Would it be worth giving them up for the rest of high school just so I can have my own life? (Not unless you want your new nickname to be “Stinky”) HH 

On September 21... 

It seems like I spent the first part of my life wishing I was a monster and now that I am maybe now I wish I wasn’t. (Well you’re stuck with it now.) HH When I was spending all that time trying to get Draculaura to bit me so I could become a vampire I never really thought about anything except wanting to fit in with all the other monsters. Now the part of me that fits in doesn’t even get to enjoy it.(Whine much?) HH It’s like the worst of both worlds and now I don’t fit in anywhere at all. We’re all supposed to meet with Mr. D’eath, the school guidance counselor, this week. Wonder if I’ll need to make two appointments (Lame - I already know what I’m going to be... FAMOUS!) HH

On September 23...

So I had my appointment with Mr. D’eath today it started out  about as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Turns out he’d never counseled a “normie” and it seemed like he didn’t know exactly what to say. In fact, he mostly just spent a lot of time squeezing one of those stress balls made to look like a cartoon character with eyes that bugged out when you squeezed it. It was pretty distracting especially when I realized it was a cartoon “normie”. The squeezing wasn’t nearly as distracting as his “throat clearing” which kind of sounded like a hand full of marbles being run through a garbage disposal. I kept trying to figure out how he made that noise because he doesn’t really even have a throat since as far as I can tell he’s pure skeleton. He must have flipped through my permanent record ten times before he finally said: So you see Hackson... I mean Jackson, the career opportunities for normies in the monster world are somewhat er... um... (sound of marbles being run through the disposal again) limited. There’s monster hunter, monster hunter’s assistant, mad scientist, ooh hunchback! You don’t happen to have a hump do you? No? Bad luck there then. Ah hah! How about Monster/Normie Relations Expert? (Figured it’d be something where the wardrobe is even less cool than what you wear now) HH Well that was something I certainly knew a little something about. I had an old coach in the normie world that used to always say, “Play to your strengths Jackson, play to your strengths.” So Mr. D’eath loaded me down with college brochures and rushed me out of his office. I think both of us were glad it was over. 

On October 8...

Finally took that test my mad pediatrician set up for me. It turned out to be a test to determine the type and volume of music that brings out Holt. So I sat in a soundproof booth wearing headphones while a technician played music at different volumes and with different time signatures. I made it through waltzes, marches, polka and chamber music but I don’t remember what he played next. (That’s when he started playing the good stuff.) HH Anyway the results of the test isolated the trigger; music with a 4/4 time signature played in excess of 90 decibels. You know what’s good about this? Me neither.

On November 2...

It seems now that every monster knows Holt and me are the “same” person/monster I don’t get hassled as much for being a “normie”. Not that it makes any difference to Manny Taur since he pretty much wants to bully down on any creature who’s smaller than he is. When he first started picking on me I stood up to him cause once a bully knows he can push you around he’ll never stop, but Deuce finally took me aside and said, “Listen bro - you’ve won a lot of respect standing up to Manny and don’t take this the wrong way but...” Apparently Manny was waiting for the right time to mash me like a slow matador. I kept waiting for it to happen but it never did. In fact it seemed like Manny was purposely avoiding me for some reason. It was almost like some monster had said something to him. (Yeah - wonder who that could have been?) HH

On November 15... 

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood asked for “volunteers” to help with the middle school carnival fundraiser so Deuce and I volunteered for set up and take down duty. It was cool and we didn’t have to dress up like clowns or sit in the dunk tank. We set up tents, carried boxes then hung out and waited for everything to be over. We checked out some of the other booths too cause we had plenty of time to kill. Venus and Draculaura were doing face painting; Rochelle was teaching monsters how to build sand castles, some of which would have looked pretty good if they hadn’t been built next to Rochelle’s sand cathedra with working bell tower and miniature gargoyles. The best though was the stunt Robecca performed. She flew over the carnival a couple of times to get every monster’s attention then flew straight up until it sounded like her rocket boots stalled and she came streaking back toward the ground like a falling star. A huge gasp went up from the crowd as it looked like she was going to crash then she fired her rockets back up and totally buzzed the crowd less than 20 feet off the ground! It was so awesome I actually gave Holt a chance to see her second performance. (Thanks dude - it was totally rockin’ and I would have been bummed if I didn’t get to see it) HH When the carnival was over we helped take everything down and all the volunteers went to hang out at the Coffin Bean. It was dark by then and I would have missed out on that part of the fun if things were the same as they used to be. Still hoping I won’t have to give up showers someday though. (That makes both of us “Stinky”) HH

#monster high #monster high diary #monster high journal #wave 4 #jackson jekyll

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft, Dementlieu Arc, part 1

"Let me read the tea leaves.... It says this is good tea." “Road maintenance is shit. That’s a good sign. Fascists never skip on infrastructure.” From the temple cart, Marshall doesn't pay too much attention, as Simone is leading him through another series of Hail Maidens for what he inflicted on Hazlik, and more importantly, Mama's kitchen. "COME ONE COME ALL,. MEET THE ONE AND ONLY GREAT SEMPRINI TODAY, FORTUNES FORECAST, LUCKY CHARMS, GET THE DOPE WITH YOUR HORROSCOPE." “Be right back. Need to commit arson/murder.” "Take his fake mustache first. I still want it." "For once I'm not even going to try and stop her, you better deal with this Marshal as I can't can't take Semprini right now." "The bounty on his mustache still stands." “I mean, I’m gonna take Vesh with me. Unless she’s busy. To the nudie girls, not the murder. She’s not really a gritty details girl.” “Gorb wants your mustache. Give it to him.” "Don't you guys wuss out on me. I paid you good money." “Which one of you? Cause I don’t want it to melt in the fire.” "That's my only pair of pants!" 'You're new. The usual voice in my head sounds different.' Your first eldricth blast ricochets off of Marshal's helmet and flies off, you hear a Wilhelm Scream in the distance. "Wilhelm!" "It's fine. Stuff like this happens to him every day..." "Remember, the 10 o’clock show is completely different and for ladies only!” "Jonni, behave." “I am. My top is still on.” "Miss Jonni, the mistress requests you bring your party to the palace of enlightenment. All will be made clear there." “Be there. Thanks Elephant Jeeves.” "That's not just a hookah. It's big enough to be a whatkah, whereka, whenka, and afterwards a whyka." Edmund, you have been washed, dressed, and are currently having dinner at the table of Strahd von Zarovich. You aren't sure if this is an improvement over your previous circumstances because sitting around you are Strahd's brides, who are looking at you like you are the main course. Ooc: But still no pants. You must Donald Duck this. “Keep your Neverending Story bullshit to yourself, Strahd.” "I repeat my previous statement as stated in above gif." "Every person who has owned the Von Scrhoder Box has vanished under mysterious circumstances." Jonni: “I mean, so has half of everyone I’ve met in the last two years.” "I mean did you see how easy these yokels were to impress? Even with the bare scraps I brought with me when I was banished. Like only 53 purple peacocks. LIKE A PEASANT." “My dad was content with the one Mammoth for the whole family. Gods I hope he’s dead by now.” "May his death have been pathetic and unpleasant, worthy of neither song nor saga." “Oh, and guys, if the vessel is a rockin’ don’t come a knockin’.” "No rubbing while it's rocking, got it." “Go ahead, long as I don’t have to watch, I understand.” ��Now you know, and knowing is half the barbecue. The other half is that orc.” “That’s great. Pay up. I don’t want the smell of burning you on my girlfriend.” The pair also each pull out a maul they had for some reason. OOC: Hammer space. They are late 80’s anime characters. So you see the bizarre scene of a pair of boars in full evening wear running down the alleyways. “Wanna get adopted? We’re kinda racking up orphans.” “They’re outside town, evil and live in a burnable structure! Sounds like the time for ARSON!” "Make sure innocent is safe first. Inflict terrible vengeance upon the guilty later." "If we did want to help the kid... We'd have to be smarter about it... " “Got it, we kill two of them, and force the third one to undo it.” Vesh lets out a sigh, "Gods you're adorable when you're homicidal." "You guys are wanting to attack the gable Hags..... I'd be very frustrated with you.... if you weren't doing it to help a kid you just met.... I love you guys." "I wonder if we can get a bowl made of gold, blessed by a pure individual, then filled with blessed water from an untainted spring. That sounds like something that could break a curse." "How about covered in gold foil, approved by a notary public, and filled with some filtered water? I think that's the best we can do around here." "Sadly we live in a world where the sources of problems just won't sit still and catch fire." Gorbash: "So if we want to lift this curse... *sigh* we are probably going to have to at least talk to this coven." Jonni: “I’ve got a plan. It’s a long shot, but it just might work.” Irost: "I'm all ears for the plan." Jonni: “We offer whichever of them is the most powerful a night of unbridled passion with the two hottest women in the realm for them to break the curse. Then they start fighting about it and either we make them prove it by lifting the curse, or they kill each other.” ".... " Irost rubs his ears. Gorbash: "... I'm not sure how to respond to that."

"Of course the downside is that they tend to eat their mates." Vesh gives a knowing smirk, "I think that's part of Jonni's plan." Jonni: “We can negotiate that.” Marshal says: 

hopping backwards out of the wagon "Marshal! Come on!  It will work! Im sure of it!"

OOC: It could also backfire horribly but that's PC plans. OOC: Oh, I assume it will. That’s what arson is for. OOC: But Hug-Master Marshal gave the ultimate takedown hug. OOC: I just realized that we cannot leave a domain without adopting someone.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

[solar3lunar]

2.᯾𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝔼𝕩𝕒𝕞᯾

Ayama POV

I heard my alarm going off. "Welp today the day. I better get ready." I touch my head to take my bonnet off. But it wasn't there. "You what. I might as well look in the closet. Because it not going to be on my bed."

Well at least I have silk pillows cases. I'll look for it later. I go to my closest to get out my old dress. Then went to the bathroom.

After 5 minutes I put my uniform and went back to my room I got all of my things and put them inside my bag.

I then walked downstairs and went towards the kitchen. I was just going to pour me some cereal. But I saw pancakes on the table.

I walk closer to see they were homemade fluffy cat shape pancakes. There was a note beside it.

"Do your best Lyric."

-Love, Dad

"Thanks dad." I can't help but smile at the note. After a few minutes of eating. I clean my plate and cup. And went to put my shoes on.

"Meow." I look back and saw Leo. "You have crumbs on your face." I giggled as I brush them off. "You two be good alright?" I asked. He nods. "Okay, I'll see you later."

I headed out the house. Locking the door from behind. I was only 6:25 when I left the house and the exam at the hero academy didn't start until 7:15. I really wish I some music on me. Oh well. I would only take me 5 minutes to get there getting on the train today.

I saw Izuku getting on the train before me. I would've spoken to him but he seems out of it and look deep in thoughts. I just stood close to him about 4 feet away. The digital clock on the bus said it was 6:30.

He got off before me. I got held back by the crowd making me 10 feet away from him. "Jeez." I finally got to the school building. "Stupid Deku." That voice.

"Kaachan." 'I haven't heard that name in a while.' "Get out of my way, now, before I set you on fire." Bakugou spoke angrily. He hasn't changed one bit. Then Midoriya started to freak out a bit. I wait until Katsuki was about 6 feet away from him. Although, I notice that his voice got deeper. Just sayin'

"Midoriya! Wait!" I shouted he turned his back around to me. I finally caught up to him while some people were waiting outside.

"Oh hey Ayama." He waved at me. "Oh you change your hair?" He asked. "Well kinda. You see my hair can change it curl pattern whenever I wash it. And I forgot to put on a shower cap this morning when I took a shower." I sighed.

"The style really looks good on you!" He said blushing a bit. I ignore the blush not knowing what he's blushing for or at. But he looks cute.

"So have you got it yet?" I whisper. "Yeah he said it going to hurt though. I had to eat his hair, before leaving to get here. I've may have eaten but I don't feel any stronger." He said while sulking. I just pat him on the back.

"I'm sure it'll sink in" I reassured him. "Right. But, bring it all you got, Ayama!" He said. "You too, Deku!" I said giggling a bit. He so cute.

"Hey! Are you guys ready for the exams?" A girl ask us. We turned around. Izuku went full on pink. She was about 5'1 I think. "Of course. Right Izuku! Izuku?" I asked him. He started to stutter a lot.

"Oh, y-yeah." He was a mess. I wonder if I would see Momo here. I went to middle school with her. She was my only friend there to be honest.

"Call me Uraraka." She spoke holding her hand out. I shook it. "Nice to meet you Uraraka-san. I'm Ayama." I said. "What your last name?" She asked. "Umm. I rather not say." I told her. " Oh and this is Midoriya." Introduce her to him.

"Nice to meet you." She said nicely. She was so cheerful. "Y-yo-you t-to!" He shouted. "We better get inside now. Don't want to get lock out." Uraraka said. "Oh your right it's 6:55." I said. "Oh and Midoriya you got this. You as well, Uraraka." I said. "Right let's do our best." She said as Midoriya nodded.

She goes ahead of us as I had to help Midoriya to get it together which took a minute. Once we got in we had to put our things in the open lockers. Their was security so nobody had to worry about getting there's things stolen.

Everyone was assigned seating. I was sitting way far from the others. I was on the 5th row to the front. Lord know how far from Izuku or Katsuki. I was sitting next to Momo. Turns out she was wondering if I was going to be here as well.

God this is going to be embarrassing. If I just look at my paper. Maybe I won't have to see my uncle.

Bakugo, Katsuki POV

"Midoriya wait!" A voice call out. Who would want a loser to wait for them. I didn't even turn around, because whoever called his name is probably also a loser or nerd.

"Oh hey Ayama." Deku said. Wait what. I turned my head around. The last time I saw Ayama her hair was down into a ponytail. This girl hair was very very curly, but I knew Ayama could do that as well. I couldn't tell what her skin look like because I only saw a glimpse of it. But even that was too damn fast.

I couldn't see what's the girl looked like so I just kept walking. I didn't think Ayama would be here. Whatever it's not like she'll beat me anyways. Wether she's here or not.

Midoriya, Izuku POV

"What's up, UA candidates? Thanks for tunin' in to me, your school DJ. Come on and let me hear ya!" Present Mic shouted. It was silence when he asked, but I was fan boying over it.

"Keeping it Mello huh. That's fine I'll skip straight to the main show. Let's talk about how this practical exam is gonna go down, okay?" He said.

"Are you ready? Yeah!" He shouted. Still silence

"Oh my goodness, it's the Voice Hero, Present Mic. So cool!" I said whispering. "I listen to his radio show every day of the week. It's so crazy nuts that all the UA teachers are pro heroes-" " Will you shut up." He said.

"Like your application said, Today you rockin' boys and girls will be out there conducting ten-minute mock battles in super-hip urban settings." Present Mic continue.

"Gird your lion, my friends. After I drop the mic here you'll head to your specific battle center, sound good?" He asked still silence. As everyone was looking at there card.

"Okay?" He shouted. "I see. Their splitting us up so we can't work with any of our friends." Kaachan spoke. I jumped a little terrified. "Yeah you're right." I said as I look at both of our card. I was put into center B while he had center A.

"Our examine numbers are one after the other, but we're assign different battle centers." I said still looking at our cards. "Get your eyes off my card." Kaachan said angrily. And I moved away a little from him a bit frightened.

"Damn. I was really looking forward to crushing you." He said as I just laughed nervously. Maybe he'll get Ayama in his battle center.

Ayama POV

"Okay, okay, let's check out your targets. There are three types of faux villains in every battle center. You'll earn points based on their level of difficulty. So better chose wisely.

Your goal in this trial is to use quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid-song guitar solo. But check it! Make sure your keep'n things heroic. Attacking other examine is a U.A big no-no, ya dig?"

This is too embrassing to watch, but I do hope that Izuku can get through this. He just got his quirk. And it going to bruise him. I got center B. I wonder what he and Katsuki got.

A student then spoke up about the robots. Which my uncle quickly answers that saying it was a bonus villain. Although he decided to point out Izuku who been muttering this whole time.

It kinda gets me upset, but yet again it's not like he knew why he doing it in the first place. Geeze this whole thing might as well be a video game that they put out. Big million dollars idea.

"That's all I got for you today. I'll sign off with a little present." My uncle said. "Oh God please no." I whisper knowing it would be a tough crowd. "A sample of our school motto." Then he continued on to speak as I just said the words in my head. Turns out. I don't have Momo with me, sadly.

"You ready go beyond? Let's hear a Plus Ultra!" My uncle shouted. I just put my head in my hands. "Good Luck!" He then continue to go on something about books.

We a got changed into out own gym wear. I was just wearing a black sweat shirt that was short sleeve. And long black sweat pants.

I seen Izuku was going up to Uraraka, so I decided to start going towards the robots. "Hey what's is she doing!?" I heard one student asked. "They didn't even say go yet!" Another shouted.

"She on the right track! There are no countdowns in real battle! Run run listener you're wasting air time here!" Uncle present Mic shouted. I could hear everyone running up towards me.

By that time all of the robots came towards us. I quickly use my voice to scream damaging them by a ton. That should be about 56 points. The robots got up again unsurprisingly. And the other students got a turn.

I got to see of their quirks as my uncle mic pointed out each of their quirks, but mines not that I care considering my situation.

Suddenly the whole battle center started to shake. I look towards Uraraka, Ochako she also notice it after throwing up.

"The fourth robot." I mutter. The robot made it first punch which had a incredible force. Although I kept my feets on the ground. On foot in front of the other and making an X with my arms. I was standing about 5 feet from it. "Less than two minutes!" Uncle mic shouted.

All the students started to run away. Something told me to stay put and look at my surrounding. That when I notice Uraraka was stuck. My eyes widened. Instead of running from danger I ran towards it to help Uraraka out.

"Ayama what are you doing you'll get crushed!" She told me. "I know but it worth it." I said and it confused her. I have a feeling that Izuku power would snap in any moment by now.

And I was right. I had to quickly sing something, so I did. (Ocean eyes.) Making my eyes water and form a protective barrier around u. I saw Izuku use the one for all power in his arm punching the robot away and making it fall down.

I stop singing, bringing the barrier down then look at Uraraka quickly to use her power to lift of the hard cement rock above her leg.

"Hey you okay?" I asked her she nodded. But I had to help her up. I felt really bad about Izuku. He knocked down the robot, but it was zero points.

We heard the students whisper all round. His eyes were dull in shock. I don't think he could've felt the pain in his arm. With the adrenaline running.

Recovery girl well, I call her Nana. She kissed them both healing them. Me and Uraraka look at each, both agreeing on what do to about Midoriya.

We went towards the judge's room to ask them if we could give Izuku our points, but surprisingly they said the judges already did something for him. So we left. "It's nice knowing you Uraraka." I said. "You too Ayama. Hopefully I'll see you at this school." She said.

"You too." I wave at her goodbye. I knew I was getting in regardless. I turned my phone on walking towards the train station. Once It's stop at the 3rd stop I saw Midoriya getting off. He look sad but I only smile knowing he'll get in.

I got off at my stop. Walking home I just sung a song that was in my head. I knew people could hear, but I closed them out. Although I'm careful to sing around my dad. Knowing how my mother death affect him. He said he likes to hear me sing more, but I feel like it's only going to hurt him. I notice my dad was home because of his car.

I walk in the house to have the smell cheesey spicy noodles up my nose. When it comes to food. I just know what it is. I took my shoes off. "I'm home." I said while taking my earphones out.

I saw my dad in front of me. "I would open this first." He said handing it to me. Then went to the kitchen. So much for bonding. Don't get me wrong we bond a lot, but I mostly lock myself away in my room.

I rush up to my room. Putting my bag on my bed. I put the envelope on my desk and sat down on my chair. I open it only for  a virtual screen pop up. "Hello Ayama!" It was Uncle Might."This gotta be a joke." I said in shock.

"I know you would be shock, but you see I didn't come to this cities just to fight villains, but I'm the U.A newest faulty member!" I'm not too surprised that this

"I would like to say that's you have an amazing voice and power. You know what I love to hear it again." Uncle all might spoke. Don't tell me..

"Roll it!" He shouted then move out of the way. "God, please no." I heard my voice. It's sounds wonderful and calm, but I get embarrassed of it. Once it ends I lookup again.

"Wow what a wonderful voice. You have. Now that over with let's look at your scores. "No way! I got second place!" I shouted happily. I was just happy, but I had to look again for any of my others friends.

I see Izuku got 7th place at least they gave him a chance. Ochako was in 3rd place, while Katsuki was....1st. it didn't show my last name on there. I had 58 villain points and 47 rescue points.

"We are looking forward to having you here at U.A see you there!" Then it shut off. I had taken all in. I heard a knock on my door. It then open.

"I heard good job Ayama. Your mom would be proud of you." My dad said. I went to him and hug him. I think he was a bit shock by it. "Thanks Dad." I said. "You work for it." He said kissing my head. He proceeded to hand me my uniform outfit.

{Brain and Heart~Melanie Martinez}

‘False lovin, when was illogical. Didn't know they held each other hands as they made one whole’

The same melody. "Alright dinner ready. Let's eat." He said. I nodded. While we walk down stairs look at my mother picture. I smile at it. I won't let you down. "Hey do you mind if I walk to school on the first day?" I asked.

"How come you don't wanna ride in the car with me?" He asked I was scared he would asked that. "It's just I wanna walk to school on my first day that all." I said. I just really felt like walking on the first day while singing.

"Does this have to do with your singing?" He ask. Dang. "No. I just really feel like walking to school on the first day." I said. I felt a bit of tension, but it drop as soon as he sighed.

"Fine." He sighed. "Dad you worry to much." I said as I gave him a kiss on the forehead then told him good night. He has so much concern in his eyes.

We talked about how uncle All Might going to be teaching the students and that lead to a lot of laughs. He then turn it into something serious as in what to do if someone ask for my last name. I gone through my whole life with nobody knowing what my last name is. Well except for pro heros.

I decided to turn in, because it was getting late and this is the first week of a school week. I guess you could say. I did my nightly routine. I then put my bonnet on and went straight to bed.

Ugh what a day.

Aizawa, Shota POV

She just like her mother. The only time I she her like me is when something serious or she just at home. God, what if one day she runs into Khessō.

And I know I can't keep this " Your mom died when you were born." Up forever. Eventually she'll find out. I got up from the table to walk up stairs. I stop to look at her picture that Ayama was looking at.

The last thing from I saw from Khessō was that note. 'I'm been kidnapped don't come looking for me keep Ayama safe. I love you both.' I put the picture down and turn the lights off walking up stairs. It's was when Ayame just turn a month old.

I look into my daughter room who was sleeping peacefully.  Reminds me of her mother. I know Ayama think her singing hurts me, but does the opposite.

I closed my daughter door and went towards mines. The room was clean, but missing her things. The bed was always missing a person.

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Melting My Heart (Part Three)

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(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best... isn’t the only thing out there.

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Part One, Part Two

Part Three:

Word Count: 2025

With the exams for UA High coming up Katsuki was training constantly. Our backyard was beginning to look like a war zone, craters littered the ground as he used his explosions to blow holes and then fill them back in, just to blast them back up again. I stepped into the backyard and smelt the familiar smell of caramel, Katsuki had to be working pretty hard if the sweet sweat smell was as strong as it is. When the sliding door to the backyard shut and I stepped out Katsuki paused and looked up at me, he was knelt over, out of breath. I walked over to him and he stood up straight, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. 

I smiled at him. “You’re still training Kacchan?”

He put his hand into a fist. “I have to be the best that I can be. I can’t afford to screw up, I have everything riding on this exam.”

“You’re going to do fine, I know you will. You’re quirk is amazing, there’s not much you can’t do Kacchan. You’ve always been one to succeed.”

He smiled a little at me and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, pulling me into a hug. “I know, but I’ve got to push myself. How else am I going to make my queen’s life the best that it could possibly be?”

I chuckled and breathed in the sweet caramel smell once again. I knew he would make it, and he knew he would too, but he didn’t want to leave any room for error. “I’m going to see my dad today. He wants to talk to me more, wants to get to know his daughter a little more.”

Katsuki kissed the side of my head. “That’s good. How are you feeling about the whole thing?”

“I still don’t really know. I’m glad that I found him, I’m glad that he’s in my life, but it’s still just so sudden.”

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted tho?” He started stretching again, getting ready to start more training. 

“It is, but it’s just not something I expected to have happen to me before the exam. What if it hinders me? I’m so unfocused lately. I don’t know how to snap myself out of this. I know it’s not his fault, it’s not like he knew that I was planning on taking the exam, but it still sucks. You know what I mean?”

“I know what you mean, but you know I’m going to be here to support you or pick up the pieces, whatever happens, I’m always going to be your crutch when you need it.”

I smiled weakly at him. “I know Kacchan.”

* * * * * *

I stepped into the doorway of the nearest coffee shop and looked around. I spotted the long black hair of Shouta Aizawa at a table near the window. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to him. He waved when he saw me and smiled. I sat across from him and took in the moment. He pointed toward the cashier. “Do you want a coffee? Tea?” 

“Coffee sounds fine.” I told him what I wanted and he stood, heading to the cash register to order for me. When he came back and handed me the coffee it felt almost surreal. I had grown up with a mother who seemed, at times, like she didn’t even care about me, and a father that I had never known. I had always been told that my father had never wanted anything to do with me, that he was a deadbeat, but here he was now… trying to have a relationship with me. 

Shouta sat down across from me again and started to talk to me. “I know it’s probably still a little awkward for you, maybe even still completely uncomfortable for you, but I hope that’s something we can get over soon.” He smiled hopefully. 

“It’s not that it’s awkward or uncomfortable, it’s just a little overwhelming for me. I’ve always wanted to know you, my whole life I’ve wanted to know who my father was. I always wanted to know where I got my quirk from.”

Shock took over his face. “Your quirk? Does that mean you got my quirk?”

“I got both you and mom’s quirk. It was a weird medical fluke. Most kids just get a combination of the two, or they get one or the other. I was lucky enough to get both of them.”

“Wow… I never realized how good it would feel to know that my daughter would have my quirk, something I could pass down. Not that you don’t already look like my daughter. We could be twins for heaven’s sake.”

I smiled thinking about it, putting the two of us next to each other you could definitely tell we were related. Same black hair, same tired eyes due to our quirks, same mannerisms. It felt so odd, but I loved every little thing I was learning about him… about my father.”

“So who are you staying with? If you don’t mind me asking anyway.”

“I’m staying with my boyfriend and his parents. They took me in when mom kicked me out, they couldn’t believe that mom had done it. Mom and his parents had known each other for a long time, we’ve been friends since we were little kids.”

Shouta leaned back in his chair, protective dad written all over his face already. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“Katsuki.” I chuckled, I liked the thought of him being protective. “Katsuki Bakugou.”

He leaned forward again. “The boy that was just on the news the other day with the slime monster? The boy he had hostage?”

“Yea. That’s him.” 

“He’s got an amazingly strong quirk. I haven’t seen one like that in a long time. He treats you well I hope.”

“Like a queen, trust me.”

“Good.” He leaned back again, relaxing more. 

* * * * * * 

The morning of the exam came faster than we thought it would. I had never seen Katsuki so nervous, yet so calm at the same time. As we walked up to the school we saw none other than Izuku Midoryia walking in front of us. I smiled at him as he turned around to greet us. “Kacchan, Y/N, good morning.”

Katsuki ignored him and continued to walk. “Get out of my way now, before I set you on fire.”

I smacked his arm and let go of his hand. “Good morning Izuku!”

Izuku still looked thrown aback by Katsuki’s comment and didn’t say anything. I waved to him and followed after Katsuki.

Katsuki wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked. “Why do you bother with that guy? He’s useless.”

I frowned at him. “He’s not useless Kacchan, leave him alone. If he wants to try to get into UA High then let him do it, he’s not hurting anyone.”

Katsuki huffed and looked forward again. As we made our way closer to the door kids were making comments about Katsuki and the slime monster, setting him into a bad mood, he didn’t want to be known for that. He wanted to be known for being the number one hero. We walked into the auditorium for the exam orientation portion of the day and took our seats. Izuku sat next to us and a man with blonde hair that I recognized came onto the stage. 

The Pro-Hero Present Mic stood before us. “What’s up UA candidates? Thanks for tuning in to me, your school DJ. Come on and let me hear you!” He threw his hands in the air and stared at all of us.” We were all silent as we watched him. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine, I’ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is going to go down, okay? Are you ready!?”

Izuku was gushing next to us about Present Mic. Katsuki looked over at him and glared. “Will you shut up?” I elbowed his side.

“Like your application said, today you rockin boys and girls will be out there conducting ten minute mock battles in super hip urban settings. After I drop the mic here you’ll  head to your specified battle setting.”

Katsuki, Izuku, and I looked down at our cards we had gotten upon entry to the auditorium and looked at the letters on them. 

Katsuki spoke up. “I see what they’re doing, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.” Izuku had battle center B while Katsuki and I had battle center A, surprised they hadn’t noticed our address being the same and split us up. Our exam numbers were all consecutive, yet they split us from Izuku. 

Katsuki looked over at Izuku. “Get your eyes off my card.” Izuku leaned back a little, stunned by his words. “Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you.”

Izuku laughed nervously as Present Mic spoke again. “Okay, okay, let’s check out your targets.” Three different robot monsters popped up on the screen in front of us. “There are three different types of villains in every battle center. You earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by shredding these villains like a mid song guitar solo! But check it, make sure you’re keeping things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a UA no-no. You dig?”

A young man in front of us stood up and interrupted. “Excuse me sir?” We all turned to him. “But I have a question.”

“Hit me.”

A spotlight opened on the young boy. “On the print out you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” He pointed to the paper and looked very serious. “With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful.” He put his hand to his chest in a fist. “We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.” He turned toward Katsuki, Izuku, and I and pointed straight at Izuku. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair, and the girl beside him, you’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that.” 

Izuku looked worried, but I shrugged it off. What a buzz kill? Who peed in his cereal? 

He continued while Izuku looked around, worried. “If you can’t take this seriously then leave. You’re distracting the rest of us.” 

Katsuki started to stand up to defend my honor, but I pulled him back down to his seat. 

“Alright, alright, let’s settle down. Examinee number 7111, thanks for calling in with your request.” The forth villain on our paper popped in on the screen. “The fourth villain type is worth zero points. That guys just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way. There’s one in every battle center. THink of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It’s not that it can’t be beaten, but there’s kind of no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the ones topping the charts.”

The young boy bowed to him. “Thank you very much, please continue.” He sat down and the spotlight turned off. 

“That’s all I’ve got for you today, I’ll sign off with a little present. It’s a sample of our school motto. As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, a true hero is one who overcomes life's misfortunes. Now that’s a tasty soundbite. Are you ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a plus ultra!” In big letters on the screen behind him ‘Plus Ultra’ popped up. “Good luck, hope you practiced hitting more than just books.”

I looked over at Katsuki and we both raised a fist, nodding. “We’re in the same battle center. What do you think about working as a team?”

Katsuki had never been one to work with other people, but when it came to me, he could never say no. He smiled dastardly, “You got it my queen, let’s take down every single one of these losers and show them what we’re made of.”

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Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Updated: 5/8/2020

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Unreal Love Story “Henry Cavill” chapters 1-3

Sequel To My Story “Tom Hiddleston”

Summery

“ Tom Dear ! She is gone!” His mother says when her son barges thru her front door. Diana Hands a sobbing Charlie to His Stunned father Leading  them into the house to a computer sitting @ her kitchen table with a flash drive in it.    Just as Tom is about to say something . His Mom hush's them both and starts the video.   I start with calming Charlie through the computer.  “ Hello Little one . I'm am sorry I have to leave you so. But You are a strong young man . Sometimes even stronger than your father at times. Just know that I love you dear one and will always be your special friend . Now dry those tears and Go see Nanna . So Your dad and I can talk.” I said to Charlie thru the computer. Tom Knew after that our relationship was over maybe had been over for a while.

Chapter 1 

Numbness,& NASCAR

I couldn't Stay in London. It hurt too much all I saw was pain. I couldn't go home yet still felt like I failed myself some how so home wouldn't work. So I numbed myself out in Cali.   I did what I swore I wouldn't. I went full Party Girl. Between the parties ,clubs, Bars I was wasted most of the time.  But I knew that being In Love Like this before then Losing love has it's down side . Tom and I had been it for 3 years. But towards the end I was more His son's nanny than his girlfriend . Most of his friends warned me this was one sided . He never got over Sophia Di Marino ,Charlie's Mom. The split was Mutual. I'm Not mad to be truthful. Annoyed really that I let it go on this long ..

So California I went , to numb the hurt. I don't give a rat's ass what they say about better to have Loved crap ! It still hurt's dammit!  So Party Shannon I became. I still wrote my stories without impairment. By day I was the mildly hungover writer coffee in hand . Luca was still Daydreaming so I was still writing. But @ night Let's just say in the great words of Bill & Ted .” Party on Dudes” So I did. Shaking my ass Beer in hand in a club in south beach !  Rockin' out to Pink. I am vaguely aware I am Jamming with a rather large Englishmen Go Figure ! He has a familiar tone I can't place ,frankly all I see is curls ,beard & muscle , Cause I'm too drunk and don't care but he was hot and can grind Like no other. But even though I was no lady ,he was a gentleman And at the end of the night I was in my Hotel room clothes and dignity intact.

Woke the next morning with another hangover that I never use to get when I was younger. They still Suck! UGH! I'm about to start typing when I get a feed from TMZ. “TWH PROPOSES TO SDM!” I switch on my TV and sure enough The rock on her finger is massive and Charlie Looks so Happy .   The numbness lifts along with the pain . I can see the sun again so I finally pack my stuff .

But not for England . I head home. I decide I need time with my son . So Arkansas, Hot Springs that is.  Although when I get there I find out my son is in Florida . In Daytona Beach. At the Racetrack!  My nephew Christian and his wife Kiki took Lucas to a NASCAR race and Somehow Lucas Landed a job as head mechanic for Carlos Contreras's race team. Shocked as I was,  I get on a flight to Florida it is a good shocked but WOW.  I got a Hotel room and then went to the track . Took me a little convincing to get in  . Security walked me to the Pit where I found my baby boy covered in grease. Under a car . When Lucas jumped up and hugged me they left us alone . test moment's in a parent's life is seeing your child seceded at something he loves. This was Lucas's dream !Like writing is for me. It was his turn. Lucas Introduced me to Carlos with sparkles in his eyes . Carlos seemed to Like what My  Son does. Even tells me that Because of my Boy, Carlos has won 8 races. How more proud can I get I am in tears.  While I was here I went to a few races and Lucas and I raided the theme parks. Then one night Lucas had a grown up moment and told me I had to go back to the U.K.. He said I write my best stuff there and I need to make peace with Myself. How did my Autistic Son get so smart. Then he tells me. He is a big Guy now and He didn't need his Mom to hover.

Chapter 2

Something New

So once I'm back in London. I dust off My flat that Luke made sure I got despite me moving in with Tom. Besides writing, a few friend's gave me the intro to the London night life and I found a outlet to unwind . But I didn't drown myself like in Cali. But I still maintained my Party Mama status. Also I am exercising regularly, to compensate for the Night life . But I found that I have way's now that I am Back to make exercising fun. I do the Gym of course. But I also like rollerskating in Hyde or St. James park, when it's sunny. I found a Ice Skating rink that is 7 day's a week.  And there is a indoor pool at the Gym I go to. .

But I realized some things while I was home in the states. I can't ever forget where I came from . So I pay it forward to 4 special organizations for charity and I never write them off my taxes . I went back to church I actually found a Nazarene church in the U.K. Honestly Church is what keeps me semi sober in the clubs on Friday and Saturday. No hangovers in Gods house .So I have been busy. By maintaining the order of my life like I did way before when My soul purpose was being a MOM. God, Family Friends career is a new addition but not that high on the list.  

I found a way to keep myself going .My heart has even healed to a point and I am actually making good friends with “ The Hiddleston “ I can't even comprehend The fact that Sophia took Tom's name . I didn't think her agent's would let her do that. Any how I Am officially Aunty Shannon to Charlie and he even still talks to Lucas and they talk cars regularly according to Tom. As for right now though I'm actually doing more than writing I am at The Harold Pinter theater in London as a Producer and assistant to Kenneth Branaugh the director of a play Based on one of my fan fiction stories .  It's a Vampire Love story with a family twist.  No Not Twilight no blood sucking fairies here. But what has me excited is the cast . Tom is in it along a whole bunch of my fave idol's Including Henry Cavill as the male lead. . OK! I fibbed Kenny doesn't need me the whole time so I am writing when I am not teaching Charlie Who is acting for the first time. Tom is One Proud Papa! I will tell you what. And Charlie Looks like he is having a wonderful time despite playing a Girl demon!

also I do have a little Mystery of my own I am trying to solve. Every morning when I get to work. Yes I'm getting paid for this production. I go to my seat and drink my coffee but I find a different colored long stem lily in the seat . I asked Tom. If Charlie was doing it and I even ask Ken. None said It was them. Both even offered to investigate with me . Saying they have a little experience because they played P.I.'s

I was actually flattered I had an admirer. I just hope I won't regret taking the Lily more seriously. Anyway The play is gearing up for opening night I called Lucas's aide Reed to Se if He will be able to be in London for my Play . Which If it does well it will head to the States and go on Broadway.  Now tell me if that ain't totally awesome. I.K.R.  We as far as my Book's are concerned Luca start's Middle School. So Social interaction and puberty mixes in with his amazing world which should make for a wild ride for our readers. My honorary nephew is even reading them which make's my heart sing  Oh! So I don't leave it out my lily was Aquamarine and silk today not real but it had a pink bow and it sparkled . He-he! Who ever this is knows I like things that sparkle. It makes me giddy.

Opening Night!!!!

My Lucas is here . Looking Just Like he did Prom Night When he took my god daughter to the prom. My boy is So handsome. Lucas has been working out so My lucas is Tall and Jacked thanks to His Buddy Phillip Hull. We get to ride in a Limo It will be Lucas's first time in one. Me! I'm In all Red  Long red hair with a touch of gray at the temple and proud of it. A Long Jessica rabbit dress that sparkles in the light. Red flat's I ain't that crazy . It's gonna be a long night and I am in my 50's   Heels are not in the program. I had red cloves and a red silk Shaw. I felt amazing and all my boy could say is Wow mama Look Pretty! LOL! I am also excited not only for the play but according to the Little note I got with My Red Rose that was sitting in my seat on the last day of practice. I get to meet my admirer tonight too

So Lucas and I are off Lucas is Like a school boy Looking around and he is also a little nervous. I can tell he Keeps Playing with his collar and tie. I made sure Luke had a pair of ear buds and his fave music in a MP3. And sunglasses to help with Lucas's experience. Plus so he doesn't have to deal with the red carpet stuff Reed is here so Lucas will be with me only for a few pictures then Reed  will take him inside while I deal with the popularity this sold out play has caused . New York here we come!!!!!!

  Lucas went inside as planned. And Luke is by my side in his place as my escort. Luke felt I shouldn't be alone. Because of the split and Tom's marriage. Even though Tom and I are cool talking about and he is even here with Taylor so I'm cool. I was having lot's of fun taking little interview's and pictures and such. Luke always said I was surprisingly  easy going in the lime light and it shows tonight. `Sophia , Ken and I had some fun with the photo people and Kissed Each side of Tom's cheeks while he was trying to pic up Kenneth, then we Bent down to Kiss Ken's cheeks when Tom dropped him on his butt ,our booties where purposely in the air.  Let's Just say we made Kenny's night! I was all in good fun  Tom told me that Charlie was inside with new Hot wheels car's to show Lucas cause they are NASCAR ones.

Finishing up the pictures and fixing to go inside I was about to give up hope on there being an admirer. When I went to take one last. Picture, Henry Cavill came to Join me in the picture and whispered in my ear to Look down, as he grabbed my waist for the picture . I did. And their was a pink Lily and a white rose in his hand tied in a pink bow. Let's Just say that pic had my mouth hanging open and Henry laughing as we went in to the theater.  Let the new dance begin.

Lois Lane never Got Superman this way Ha! 

Chapter 3

Don't jump! One moment @ a Time.

As far as the play went it was as major success. I couldn't pay attention at all . I was staring at Henry the whole time In awe of all of this.As far as I was concerned it was like I had never tasted this before . I won't lie, it scares the shit out of me .  I was a ball of nerves the whole play . It was Thomas all over again. @ least that was what I thought. Until Henry asked if I would sign a book for is Nephews Daughter who has Down syndrome. I was politely surprised . He then introduced himself to my Son. Which Lucas can recognize any actor who has ever played a Superhero or villain . Henry was one of our faves. He asked if we wanted to grab a bite to eat . Lucas always could eat. Even in his 30's endless Belly! Can you see 3 adult's in fancy dress in Mc. Donald's. I Loved it Because Henry took the liberty to date Lucas first. To me that Mc. Donald's was 5 stars. The Limo dropped 2 very full and sleepy men at My son's Hotel.  I was sparkling in happiness. We pulled up in front of my flat but Henry wouldn't let me out yet. I think he wants to talk . So naturally I listened. 

fore I could even say anything He Quieted me and held my hand .  Baby Blues connected. Then he spoke. “ Shannon I know what you went through with Hiddleston. I grilled him after meeting you . Actually I'm kinda surprised he didn't rat me out. Story for another time. Now that you understand my intent. I want time. Time to know you. Also before you get nervous, will it help If I got permission from Lucas to date you and Charlie Hiddleston second's the permission. I'm normally a prideful Man But Shannon something inside Tell's me I am supposed to started something new with You. I want get to know you Date you proper. If anything let's see where it goes. Even if we don't connect more personally . We can at least catch a grind to a tune and groove like buddies”.

My breath hitch because I just realize that dude I was grinding with in California at that club. The English Dude. That was Henry!!!!! He notices my blush and Shakes his head showing me the bracelet. I smack his shoulder Laughing my Blush off. Then I told him I am willing to try and if all else fails Partying in New York won't get boring . Then he kissed my Palm and let me out . I gave him my # and told him to give me a call when he was ready to try. The Limo waited till I was Inside. But instead of Leaving The door opened and Henry came running up to me . Grabbed my waist, pulled me close and Kissed me.  We exploded!!!!

Hand in Hand at JFK airport Henry and I go straight to the Hotel .  No Not for that .  We came early so Henry  could as he says Court me proper. LOL!   There is nothing I'd rather do the then run all over NYC for the first time with Henry. I have jumped in fully no comparing to any other love . This is true Eros and I'm going with the flow. That was our agreement for each  other  the next morning after the Play. To Just Love & enjoy till the fluffy lady quits singing.

I exploded because of SuperMan!

{None of this story is real the pic are from Googles images !!!!!!!!!!!!}

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The first time they called you “mom” - Batmom x Batboys

I...Did not plan on writing this. But today, I wanted to reply to some asks about the Batfam (more particularly about Batmom), and um...Well I got so carried away on the very first question I tried to reply to, that I ended up writing a full fic about it and I guess I’ll answer other asks later ^^'. So anyway, here we go, the title is pretty self-explanatory, hope you’ll like it :

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Dick.

“And here we go Dickie. Now, you’re a true pirate.”

You say, as you adjust an oversized tricorn on the boy’s head. He moves a bit too quickly to peak at his look in a mirror, and the hat falls back on his forehead. And oh it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, him turning back to you and trying to look at you from below it. 

Once again, you place the tricorn back as best you can, smoothing the huge peacock feather planted on its side while you’re at it. You hold it in place for a few seconds to make sure it won’t fall again, trying to figure out a way to balance it on his ears, and say : 

“We really need to get you a hat your size...This one is way too big, it’ll get in the way if you have to fight for the treasure !”

He looks at you with sparkling eyes...Well, with one sparkling eye. A “true pirate” obviously wears an eye-patch ! He looks at you with that one, bright blue sparkling eye, and with the deepest voice his little nine years old vocal cords can muster, he says : 

“Arrrr, a simple hat won’t get in the way of me getting my treasure ! I’ll throw it at the ruffian who wants to steal my gold from me, distract them, and then I’ll...make them fall on their butt ! ”

You chuckle and shake your head, utterly charmed, once again, by this little boy. Really, how could you resist such a sweet smile ? His cuteness emphasized by the fact that he just lost a few of his front teeth. 

“That’s a very nice technique little one ! Show me how you’d do it !” 

He jumps a bit in the air out of excitement, and takes a few steps back from you. Harboring a fighting stance, he unsheathed the wooden rapier you made for him, and the gesture makes the hat immediately fall on his eyes again...But he takes hold of it with his hand that isn’t holding his sword, and throws it at an imaginary enemy. 

He then stabs the air, yells a very piratey “Aaarrrrr” and tackle his made-up opponent fiercely. Getting back up on his feet, he takes his hat again and put it on his head and say, proudly, looking at the empty spot in front of him : 

“Stay on your butt, you miscreant ! Captain Grayson wins again !” 

But as he takes his victory pose, the tricorn falls on his eyes again, kinda ruining the moment. He turns to you, lifting it up and says : 

“...Maybe I need a smaller one.” 

You chuckle as he comes to you a bit pitifully, hat in hands. But then in a matter of seconds a smile is back on his face and he says : 

“Hey, this can be yours instead ! My second in command needs a fancy pirate hat ! This would look great on you !”

He puts the hat on your head, it fits. And his sweet smile widens. He mouth the word “perfect”, as you say, a bit mischievously :  

“Oh ? I’m your second in command ? You sure you wanna give me that much responsibilities ? What if I commit mutiny ?”

“Oh you would never !” 

“How can you be so sure ?” 

“I just know you wouldn’t !” 

“But what if I want all the gold for me ?” 

“Nah, you’re not like that ! You don’t care about rich people things ! I know because you say no to a lot of things Bruce wanna give ya ! Now, if you were Miss Kyle I’d be a bit worried. Because she would definitely try to steal the treasure for herself. She likes fancy things ! Nothing wrong with that of course, I like fancy things too ! But I wouldn’t make her my second in command...but you’re you, not her !” 

Your smile falls from your face immediately. Ugh. This is so ridiculous. You don’t want to act like that, jealousy really doesn’t look good on you (though Bruce would argue that you look cute, when jealous).

Selina Kyle is such an extraordinary woman that you can’t help but compare yourself to her, wondering why Bruce ended up choosing you. You and him had been together for a while now, but from time to time, your insecurities would surge again. In the worst moments possible. 

Like right now, as you were having fun with Dickie. 

You force a smile back on your face as the boy comes to sit next to you. He looks deep in thoughts before turning back to you and saying : 

“She’s pretty. Miss Kyle.”

“She is pretty.”

“You’re prettier.”

Oh. Oh that dear boy. You felt a bit silly that even an eight year old noticed you were bummed out by just him mentioning her name, and that he felt obligated to cheer you up. You ruffle his hair and say : 

“You’re too sweet.”

“For real ! Only saying what I think...Plus you’re nicer.”

“Selina is very nice.”

It’s true. Selina was really nice. When she realized Bruce was totally head over heels for you, and that you were a bit insecure...She completely stepped down. And started to actually flirt with you, definitely boosting your ego (I wrote a fic about that, now I can’t link it because if I do it this won’t appear in the search since Tumblr “killed” links, but you can find on the Batmom’s master list, it’s called “Insecurities schmunsecurities”.)

She actually became a close friend of yours, over the month. She was a very supportive one at that, which made you feel even guiltier that from times to times, you found yourself jealous of her. Or afraid Bruce will realize the mistake he made and go back to her, leaving you (you will realize overtime that this will never happen, that this is a ridiculous thought, Bruce being too deep in love with you). 

You hate the fact you think those things, but you can’t help it. You can’t get over all your insecurities in a matter of seconds. It’ll take years, for you to finally see things for what they are...That Selina moved on and is only friend with Bruce now. That she would never even think of trying to steal Bruce away, because that’s not who she is. That Bruce doesn’t see her as anything else but as a good friend. That he’s in love with you, and only sees you. 

Yes...It’ll take time for you to get over all this confidence issues and...Dick’s voice takes you out of your thoughts :

“Oh yes yes. She’s nice. But she um...how to say ? She’s cool. And was never mean to me. But I don’t think she cared that much about me.”

“Aw sweety, I’m sure she likes you.”

“I know she does. She thinks I’m cute”

You can’t help but chuckle at the kid’s confidence. Haha, maybe you should take his example ? Dick continues : 

“But she doesn’t...care. Not like you at least. She cared a lot about Bruce, but she just kinda liked me, you know ? While you...You like, took Bruce and I in the same package ? She likes me, but she had no intention to be to me what you and Bruce are. You know ?”

“What do you mean ?”

You ask, smoothing the tricorn’s feather absentmindedly. On that very moment, you didn’t quite realize what the kid was getting at...His next words make your heart race with joy : 

“Like...like a mom and dad ?”

He says shyly, looking up to you before avoiding your gaze. 

Silence fills the room. You want to say something, but you’re too touched and every words die in your tied throat. You’re trying very hard not to cry, in fact. But the silence stretches and Dick wiggles nervously next to you. 

Finally, he talks first, and his shaky voice breaks your heart :

“Am I...am I a terrible son ?”

“What ?”

Is the only stupid thing you can say.

“My mommy and daddy died only a year ago. And I miss them so much. Every day. But it’s getting easier ? Because you and Bruce are here ? Sometimes I almost call you...Sometimes I...wanna call you and Bruce...I want to...I...”

Tears are welling up in the boy’s eyes, and you could slap yourself for still being unable to say anything. Because what he’s saying ? You’re feeling it deep inside your bones. Your heart. Your entire being. 

You don’t know when it happened exactly, but you’ve been considering him your son for a while now. You know you’d do anything for him. And hearing him say that he considers you his...his...That he wants to call you...It’s too much for your heart. And you can’t say anything. 

But you can do something. You reach for him, remove his eye patch to truly take a good look at him and...You bring him in your arms, holding him tight against your heart, so he can hear how happy it made you that he...that he...

Later. Later you’d tell him that you knew for sure his parents wouldn’t mind if he called you and Bruce “mom and dad”. That his parents would forever be that, his parents. And because of this, they would want for him to be happy. To move on and not get stuck (like a certain Dark Knight). 

That he wasn’t a terrible son for only remembering the good times with them. That he wasn’t a terrible son if he didn’t always go see them and their graves. That he wasn’t a terrible son if he found a family again...

Later. Later you’d tell him all that. 

For now, you just held him tight against your heart, hugging him with all the love you could give. And in a whisper, holding onto you for dear life, he says : 

“...Mom...” 

************

Jason.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaare you gonna take me home tonight? Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, down beside that red fir’light Aaaaaaaaaaaaare you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go 'round”

Your voice mixes with Jason’s, as you skid down the floor in Wayne manor, wearing socks (they slide really well on the wooden parquet) and pajamas.

Jason is holding an oversized bowl filled with sugary junk food. Ice cream, popcorn, candies, loads of sprinkles ! And you’re using a whipped cream canister as a mic...Those things are probably what got you both on a very big sugar high ! 

This morning, Jason had a mild fever. A certain Bruce kinda freaked out and allowed him to stay home instead of going to school...Which fell perfectly well with your one day off this week ! 

Jason got over his fever before lunch time, and was getting bored. 

Enter you, with a stereo on your shoulder, blasting Queen. The boy jumped on his feet, abandoning the animated show he was watching to follow you into the kitchen, overly excited. You always came up with great and fun activities ! 

You guys started to mix every single dessert that were available in the Manor in a big mixing bowl, singing the lines of “Don’t stop me now, ‘Cause I’m having a gooood time, having a good tiiiime” to Alfred as he pointed out all of that wasn’t very healthy...The butler gave up quickly, seeing how Jason and you seemed to be beaming with joy. 

With a fond smile on his face he left the two of you alone saying a quick “clean after yourself please”, and ignored the fact that young Master Jason was climbing on the kitchen counter and was air guitaring the solo of the song, walking in and spreading sprinkles EVERYWHERE. 

And now, a few minutes later, you were dancing all around the mansion, holding your huge bowl of desserts and a whipped cream canister. 

Jason was standing on the living room’s coffee table, opening his mouth as you filled it with whipped cream, while you continued to sing : 

“Hey I was just a skinny lad -you  point at Jason, who takes a huge spoonful of ice cream - Never knew no good from bad But I knew life before I left my nursery, huh Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me Hey hey!”

You’re aware the song is a bit inappropriate for an eight years old boy...But he doesn’t really understand the lyrics and the tune is so catchy that you couldn’t care less. Plus it’s too cute to see how he wiggles his little butt to the rhythm. That kid really knew how to dance. 

You’re sliding down the corridors now. Your slippers had been discarded somewhere in the house a while ago, so you could slide properly all around the wooden and marble floors. 

Jason dances happily following after you, the huge boom box on your shoulder not hindering any of your movements. 

He takes a spoonful of dessert and puts it in your mouth, a wide smile spread on his face as he misses on purpose and spread ice cream all over your chin. 

You laugh and stick your tongue out to him, as the song continues : 

“I've been singing with my band Across the wire, across the land I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey But their beauty and their style Went kind of smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time”

Yes. Lyrics definitely not appropriate. But Jason is having too much fun to realize what any of this is about. Plus he’s still such a pure and innocent little boy, you know he has no idea what most of this means. 

You’re in the house’s main hall now, where the acoustic is the best, and you both sings your lungs out. You settle the boombox on the floor, and spray a large amount of whip cream in your mouth before giving some more to Jason. 

Putting away dessert and canister, you take his hands and start jumping around the room. Just for the happy face the kid makes, all this is worth it. 

“C'mon! Oh, won't you take me home tonight? Oh, down beside your red firelight Oh, and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round”

Jason is definitely not sick anymore, and his giggles fill the house. You chase after him all around the main hall, and when you finally catch up to him he burst into a loud laughter, drowning the rest of the song with it. 

It’s contagious, as you start to crack up too, unable to stop. It’s only when the song comes to an end and the CD does too with it, the music stopping altogether, that your laughter subsides. 

Jason frowns and, turning to you, exclaims : 

“Again mom, please please, again !”

On the moment, neither of you even realize he just called you “mom”. It felt THAT natural. THAT normal. He had been in your life for months now, and this was just the definite next step to take. 

Later on, it’ll finally hit you and you’ll give him the biggest hug of them all. And for him ? Well he always wanted a caring mother, but wasn’t gifted with one at birth...So your existence was truly salvation. 

But that would come later. For now, you didn’t even notice him calling you “mom”, and he didn’t even realize he called you that, as you turned the music back on and were both dancing around the manor again, eating way too much dessert. Oh well, you’d worry about bellyaches later ! 

************

Cassandra

Cassandra didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak. 

When she needed to communicate, she’d mainly use sign language. 

She wasn’t mute. She could make sounds, use her voice. 

But she...never really learned to talk. Her biological father raised her to be the ultimate weapon, and cut her out of any social contact to try to achieve this. 

The only encounters with other people she had, was to fight...Which resulted in her being unable to speak. 

Bruce brought her home two years ago. 

And those two years were filled with a big personal journey for Cassandra. 

She communicated through vague hand gestures and drawing, at first. Then eventually learned sign language. You and Bruce spend hours and hours with her and videos, teaching it to her, as she still seemed to be unable to speak. As if something stopped her from doing so...

She learned how to interact with other people, without fighting or killing. 

She...She learned to know that she was worthy. That redemption was attainable. That it wasn’t her fault. 

Bruce was sweet, with Cassandra. More delicate than with his sons. Maybe it was because she was a girl, maybe it was because she was more broken than any of them (at the time, Damian wasn’t in your life yet). More forgiving, too, as even after he discovered her past and the fact she started to kill when she was barely eight, he didn’t give up on her. On the contrary.

He actually settled to teach her his own values. No kill. Justice. All that. And she listened. Eagerly. Abiding by his rules willingly, understanding the worth of all lives. Slowly getting over what the man who called himself his father taught her, over all this pain and misery she went through since she was born. 

And you ? Well you, you made it your mission to teach her about anything and everything. To show her the World, the one she was deprived of all those years. 

You started things slow and easy, as to not overwhelm her. 

You showed her your favorite movies and TV shows. Put on some music and talked about your favorite bands. You talked and talked and talked, hoping that maybe she’d copy you at some point ? Try to make a sound ? 

But she only listened. Eagerly. However no words came out of her mouth. 

Eventually, you moved on to things you didn’t particularly like music, movie or book wise, because you wanted her to experience “everything”. To catch up. 

She seemed to like it, so you kept going. She liked movies you hated, and vice versa. She was forming her own personality, and wasn’t trying to copy you, or to agree to everything you said. You made sure she knew it was safe to be herself, when she was with you (and with the rest of the fam). It was good. 

After a while, you took her with you on outings in Gotham. She only ever saw the city from the roofs, as she roamed them looking for her targets.  

It was such a joy, to see her eyes go wide at the sight of some shops. Or to touch trees, lost in her thoughts. Looking at ducks on the pond. Being overly excited about giving bread to said ducks. 

She became a big fan of hot dogs, and whenever she saw a cart would point at it excitedly and smile at you. You could never resist, even if Alfred would scold you afterward because you guys ate right before lunch time. 

You went to see movies at the cinema with her, took her to concerts. You took her to the mall, thinking maybe she’ll like clothes and such...And she did. Albeit not exactly what people would think. She took a liking to the “punk subculture”. And to be honest, ripped jeans, spiked necklaces, platform shoes and such fitted her perfectly. 

She went through multiple hair color phase, and each time, you supported her and dyed her hair however she liked. Because in your opinion, a teen should go through those phases !

But she still wasn’t speaking. 

Two years. Two years of you helping her discovering the world, while Bruce taught her his principles. Two years of sign language, and slowly learning she wasn’t a bad person. 

Two years. But not one word. 

You were still hopeful though. She made such progress, since she first arrived. You kept all her drawings, when she was communicating only with those, and...It broke your heart, how her first drawings always represented her as if she was the worst person in the world. 

When she met you and Bruce, saw your life, she blamed herself for so much. Both you and your husband reassured her though. She knew her past actions were wrong, which was more than most even realized ! Plus, it wasn’t her fault. It was all her “father”. All the man who turned her in a weapon. 

Because when she was finally given the choice to “repent”, she took it without hesitation. She followed Bruce. She left behind all this pain and violence to start a new life. 

Two years. For two years she followed that path. And she was great at it. You were convinced this kid was a deep empath...She cared a lot. 

But she still didn’t speak. 

You didn’t intend on giving up though. You knew one day or another she’ll find the strength to talk. But the healing process to come back from this past life of hers was long and laborious. 

She couldn't be fixed in two seconds. She needed time. So in the meantime, you’d settle on showing her everything you knew, helping her experience the “real” world. 

You were showing her one of your favorite TV show, “Gilmore Girls” when it happened. The show was mainly focused around the deep bond between a mother and her daughter, which in retrospect...Well, it made sense that it happened when you were watching this. 

You were starting the third season when...

“Mom.” 

At first, you didn’t quite register what had just happened. You were so used to her silence. In your head, it wasn’t possible that this sound you just heard came from her. 

“Mom ?” 

But it did. The main character from the show, Lorelai, was having one of her most famous quirky moments, it was one of your favorite scene and...you slowly turned towards your daughter. Your daughter ? Um ? When did you start to consider her as such ? 

The first day she entered your life, a little voice answered in the back of your head. And it was true. Cassandra became “yours” as soon as she sat foot in the batcave, with her lost little eyes and inability to properly communicate. 

“Mom.” 

She says again, pointing at the TV. At Lorelai, the main character and the “mom” of the show. You were so shocked, that you could only nod. 

Yes. Mom. 

Cassandra smiled, apparently satisfied of your reaction. She pointed at the screen again, and said : 

“Good...mom.” 

You nodded again. Yes. Yes Lorelai was a good mother. She turned back to you, pointed at you this time and said : 

“You...” 

You ? 

“Better.”

Better ? Uh ? 

“You. -she pointed at herself - My -she was pointing at you now-...mom. Yes ?” 

Your heart stopped. You felt like you were dying. Those few words...Those few words overwhelmed you. 

Two years. Two years Cassandra stayed silent, occasionally interacting through sign language, but mostly listening. Smiling, nodding, being curious...

Two years of silence. 

And when Cassandra finally found her voice. When she was finally able to speak...

“Yes Cassie. Yes. Your mom. Yours. I’m...” 

You said, chocking on your own voice, barely audible, as you brought her into a hug. 

“You. The one. Cannot speak now.” 

Cassandra says, amusement in her voice. And it’s true, this time...this time you’re the one struggling to get any words out. 

Two years of silence finally broken, as your daughter found her voice. 

“You. My mom.” 

************

Tim.

You were so, so, so so so so so SO proud. 

Tears filled your eyes, as you saw him on the stage, holding proudly his trophy. 

Things were made even more beautiful because...This was a normal moment, in a normal kid’s life. This didn’t involve capes, too many coffees and hours of sleep spend on the computer instead of in a bed. 

This was all...Normal. 

Tim had been in yours and Bruce’s life for a few years now. At first, his parents were still alive so he still lived with them...but they never noticed when he was gone. Parents of the year right ? When they died, it seemed logical to adopt him as your own. 

He was such a smart boy, guessing at the mere age of eight who Batman really was, while no one else in Gotham seemed to have a clue. 

But because he was so damn intelligent, his life...His life really hadn’t been normal. All of your kids’ life wasn’t quite normal, but you somehow always managed to give them a semblance of normality. By playing with them, by being silly with them etc etc. 

But Tim ? Well. Tim was too focused. Tim never quite really acted like a normal boy. He reminded you a lot of Bruce, but Bruce was a grown ass man now. And even him, according to Alfred, had his moments of being a kid even after his parents’ death. He also lived eight blissful years being the most spoiled child in the World...

But Tim ? Tim never acted like a boy his age. Sure, he played sometimes. And he joined in on Disney movie night. He would accept your cuddles and affectionate hair ruffling any time. He loved when you read him a bed time story...But those moments were so rare ! 

So here, right now, at his school’s science fair...You were just incredibly proud and happy. Because it just felt like he was a normal kiddo. 

Still smart as hell, sure, but that he had “normal” worries. 

That very same morning, he was so stressed and scared of not winning the fair. That his experience wouldn’t work. That he’d be ridiculous. 

He had “normal” kid of his age worries ! Albeit, you wished he didn’t had any worries at all, but it was nice to see him act just like all the other ten years old at the fair. 

It was also nice to see he had many friends at his school. That he wasn’t a loner, that he didn’t isolate himself like he sometimes did at home. 

If you didn’t go look for Tim to spend time with him, he would get lost in his work and never come out of his room. Forgetting to sleep and eat. He was way too dedicated...Well. Again. He reminded you a lot of Bruce. 

But here he was, being a normal boy, proud to present his work at a normal science fair. 

Of course, you and Bruce came to see him. And he seemed so happy, when he saw you coming in the room. 

It kinda broke your heart, that he wasn’t sure if you would come or not. He did reserve you some seats though, in the front. 

“I’m not sure I’ll win, I probably won’t but...I’m glad you came !”  

You saw him worked on his project for the past six months, and it was amazing. Maybe it’s because he was your son but you were sure he’d win.

Wait. Your son ? Um...no. No question mark. 

Yes. Your son. 

He still called you and Bruce by your first name, but in your heart, he was your son. Yours. 

And oh, seeing him so proud and happy to show you his work, and to introduce you to his friends...it was such a joy ! 

Plus, it was so rare to hear him blabber about normal subject. It made your heart beat with happiness when he whispered in your hear that he had a crush on the girl whose project was just next to his. She was a “smart cookie”. 

You and Bruce teased him a bit about it, just enough so that he would still tell you things afterward and not be vexed or anything like that. 

He showed you around his school, and...He just talked so much ! It was great. 

And then...Then the day arrived to its end. 

He was sitting between you and Bruce, holding yours and Bruce’s hand tightly to his forehead as if to give him courage, waiting eagerly for the result of the contest and...His name. It’s his name they called. 

People applauded, but no one quite cheered him on as much as you and Bruce. You whistled, yelled “YAAAAY TIMMMMMYYY !!” while Bruce was telling to whoever was listening that it was “his son”.  

The boy climbed on the stage, and was handed his trophy. 

And oh you were so proud. And he looked so happy, so far from the dark world he lived in at times...Seeing him so happy, made you happy. 

Just like seeing him sad made you sad. He was your son. Your little boy. You wanted only the best for him, and sometimes it was so difficult to give it to him...

Not today though. No. Today, you were glad you encouraged him to take part in the science fair contest. Because oh he just looked so joyful ! 

The teacher asked him if he wanted to give a quick speech, and you got a bit worried. Tim was such an introvert, public speaking was definitely not something he enjoyed. 

And yet, yet he grabbed the mic excitedly and yelled : 

“Mom ! Dad ! I won ! Look ! Look I have a trophy !! Look it’s almost as big as me ! Look mom !! Look dad look !!” 

He was trotting all around the stage, under people’s fond laugh. Everyone was definitely thinking about how cute that little kid was ! And he was...yours ! 

No more first names. “Mom”. “Dad”. And he won. The trophy...The trophy was really almost as big as him (damn private school and their bling bling). 

You were an absolutely blubbering mess by the time he jumped down back to the seat and showed off proudly his trophy to you, calling you “mom” and “dad” repeatedly as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

And it was. Because he was yours. Your little boy...

************

Damian.

“Stop, stooooop ! I’m fine, I really am ! Oh my god unhand me now !!” 

Damian tried to wiggle out of your grasp, but you were holding onto him too tightly for him to be able to. Exasperated to the maximum, he yelled : 

“MOM, LET ME GO AT ONCE !! I’M OKAY !!!” 

This did the trick. You let go off him and just stared at him, shocked.

What did he just call you ? 

He looked at you and let out a nervous chuckle. He...He didn’t really mean to call you that. 

Or rather, he meant to do so for a long time, but never dared. Because what if you didn’t want to be his mom ? What if you didn’t want him as a son ? He wasn’t technically yours, after all. 

Now of course, none of your kids were technically yours, and yet you accepted all of them. But Damian...Damian was actually Bruce’s son. So he thought...He thought maybe you hated him for existing ? Even though he was conceived before you got with Bruce ? 

Damian was overthinking. And he never overthought. Not on such matters at least. Because you know what ? He was so sure he didn’t care about you, at first. So sure it didn’t matter if you didn’t like him, because you were just “the woman married to his father”. 

But then...Then he changed his mind. Because even though he wasn't yours, and even though he was really mean to you, you still treated him like you treated your other children. 

Even though he was a brat who insulted you many times...You never got mad at him. Sure, you got a bit snarky a few times, but just enough to make him realize he was being ridiculous, and yet not ridiculing him. 

You even stopped Bruce from getting mad at him (your husband had the tendency to always jump in to defend your honor, even if you could defend yourself just fine...it was actually rather cute, in the end). 

Instead, you just accepted him as he was. You withstand his tantrums, not batting an eye. You listened to his rant, without ever scolding him, but instead conversing with him. Trying to show him another point of view. 

Damian didn’t want to get attached to you...But it just kinda..Happened. 

He had been wanting to call you “mom” for a while, by now, but never dared. Because he was afraid you’d reject him, even if you shown nothing but understanding to him. He just...Well, he wasn’t sure his heart could bear your rejection. 

He never really had a real loving mother. Instead of good night kisses, his mother left him beaten half to death in his bed, left him to take care of himself. 

He never had bed time stories, but assassins send in the middle of the night to train him to be always vigilant. He never had cuddles, but punches. 

And sure, he had encouraging words, but they were all about him becoming ruthless and heartless, and one day ruling the world. Not about him being close to beating his high score in a video game ! 

No. He never had...Someone like you. A real mother...A mom. And he was afraid that if he finally called you “mom”, the spell would be broken. You would be weirded out, and things would change.

But tonight...Tonight as he came back to the bat cave, something snapped in him. That night, his intercom broke in a fight and you were worried sick that something might have happened to him as you had no news. 

And when he came back, and only had a few bruises and cuts...You just couldn’t hold yourself anymore. You were completely unaware of Damian’s inner turmoil about calling you “mom”, because for you...he was your son. 

He became your son that first time he finally warmed up to you, finally smiled at you and said “yes” to playing a simple board game with you. And you thought you made it clear enough that you considered him your son...But oh, to Damian, who wasn’t used to it, of course it would be scary. And of course he would be unsure if he understood things well or not. 

As soon as he came in the cave, and you saw he was unharmed, you rushed to him and took him in your arms. Making sure not to touch his bruises and cuts. 

And that’s when it happened.

That’s when Damian struggled against your hug because oh my god he was fine ok ?! No need to worry that much !! 

That’s when Damian said, in the most natural way ever, “mom”. Because of course...of course only a mother could be THAT worried about him. Right ? 

That night, something truly snapped inside him. Suddenly, everything made sense. Yes. Of course. 

“Really mom, I’m fine.” 

His siblings, his father and Alfred were all looking at him, a wide smile on their faces. His brothers and his sister remembering the day they themselves first called you “mom”. 

And you ? Well, you had one of your famous “burst of affection” all of a sudden, and grabbed onto your son, crying and saying : 

“My baby boyyyyyyyyyy !!”

It made Damian incredibly happy, those few words...Even as you were almost suffocating him under your hugs and kisses. 

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I feel like I wrote a lot of stuffs talking about what Batmom means to those kids. Talking about how they feel about her and vice versa. But I realized I never wrote about that first time they called her...”mom”. If you want all the background infos about how everything came to be, go check my other “Batmom x Batkids” fics (especially the sad ones at the end of the list, if you know what I mean) :). Anyway I hope you liked this thing I wrote on the spur of the moment, and as usual, feedbacks and reblogs = LIFE. On that note, it’s very VERY late (again, I got carried away) so I’m off to bed. See ya soon !

PS : If you’re wondering why Duke does not appear, simple reason : while he’s a member of the Batfam and all, I don’t think he considers Bruce (and by extension Batmom) like a dad (and so mom). Bruce is definitely a mentor. And he takes care of him while his parents are “sick”...But Duke’s parents are still alive, and there will eventually be a cure for what they have. Know what I mean ? I feel like Duke is more like a “cousin”, a “nephew”, than a son. HOWEVER, to compensate the fact I didn’t write about him here...I’ll write an entire fic just about him and how he fits in the Batfam. Because I can. Bam.

PPS : Appreciate this cute Dick Grayson from Earth 42. Imagine him looking like this in the fic, but with a pirate costume. Cute lil Dickie. Also, his story was the longest out of all the Batboys because I realized he’s the one I made interact with Batmom the least. And Damian’s is the shortest one because I wrote a LOT of stuffs with him bonding with Batmom :). 

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Inside Onward:  Typical Morning

It’s finally here!  It’s just the first chapter, or specifically, the first scene from the film.  But with the twist that we get to see what’s going on inside Ian’s head.  So, yeah, this is a crossover of sorts between Inside Out and Onward, as we see there was another story going on inside Iandore Lightfoot.  There’ll be more chapters to come, I hope, and I haven’t decided if I’m gonna update the story periodically or post when I get the rest of it finished.  Until then, read, enjoy, I hope, leave comments, all that stuff.

The familiar chime of the smartphone alarm rang through headquarters.  Followed by another familiar wake up call of a chipper voice exclaiming, “It’s morning!  It’s morning! Wake up, sleepyheads!  It’s the big day!”

Fear was stirring out of his slumber in his bed, rolling onto his back as he rubbed the sleep from one of his eyes.  “Oh, do we have to?” he thought to himself in a grumble.  His eyes shot wide open as he sat straight up in bed.  His mind just woke him up with the instant realization that this is the day, a big important day!  Quickly, Fear jumped out of bed and changed into his clothes, buttoning up his red flannel shirt, slipping into his short denim jeans, and tying his blue sneakers on nice and tight.  He struggled a bit getting his Willowdale College sweater on, having to tug to get his pointy purple elf ears and long thin nose through the collar, but thankfully succeeded and smoothed the wrinkles out with his hands.  He gave his curly blue hair a good brushing before checking his reflection in the mirror.  The blue pompadour was resting perfectly, even with his purple nerve popping out at the part on the back of his head.

“Come on guys!”  Joy voice echoed through headquarters.  “Today’s the day!”

Fear took a double take as he saw the three emotions, Sadness, Disgust and Anger, about ready to leave their shared bedroom.  Never wanting to be the last to leave, or the second, Fear quickly placed the digital watch on his wrist and grabbed the notepad and multi-colored pen off his nightstand.  He raced for the exit, barely pushing past Sadness, before slowing his pace to a steady yet leading walk down the ramp to the headquarters floor.

“Okay everyone, today is the day,” he began announcing, as he already began scribbling fresh new notes down on paper.  “Do we have everyone present?  Anger? Disgust?  Sadness?”

“Here,” Sadness called out in his quiet, melancholy voice.

“You don’t have to do roll call every day, Fear,” Disgust had to comment in his own snippy way.  “We’re not going anywhere.”

“Not like we have a reason to leave, anyway,” Anger added in his grouchy tone as he began crossing the floor towards the console.

“Okay, and Joy?  Where’s Joy?”  Fear looked up from his notepad and began looking around.  “Has anyone seen Joy?”

“Right here!”  Joy raced from the console and made a beeline towards Fear, leaving a trail of glittering particles of yellow energy in his wake.  He stood straight in front of Fear, grinning ear to ear.  Fear couldn’t help but notice Joy, as his perkiness made him jump a bit.  He collected himself and continued, “So, how was dream duty?”

“Another perfect dream,” Joy reported, following Fear as they walked towards the console.  “It was a classic, wonderfully calm dream of stargazing.”

“Relaxing, I like that,” he commented, writing Joy’s report into his notebook.  He stopped right in front of the console and asked, “So, where are we now?”

“Ian’s just finished in the bedroom,” Disgust replied, pointing up at the screen in front of them.

Fear looked up from his notes, he paused a moment as he looked at the image onscreen into the outside world.  Onscreen was a reflection in the mirror, and in that reflection was an image of Ian, a sixteen year old elf boy, just finishing putting on his dad’s old Willowdale College sweatshirt as he gave himself a little grin into the mirror. Fear smiled, along with the other emotions, as the vision onscreen turned from the mirror to the corkboard in Ian’s bedroom, where on the calendar listed today as Ian’s sixteenth birthday.

As Ian exited his bedroom and began to head downstairs, Fear turned his attention to the other emotions. “Okay gang, let’s make this sixteenth birthday the best sixteenth birthday Ian’s ever had.”

“Ian only gets one sixteenth birthday, Fear,” Disgust corrected.

Fear gulped as he felt the anxieties run through his body like frantic butterflies.  “Don’t remind me…”

“Morning, mom,” Ian called out.

The emotions looked up in unison at the screen.  “Oh hey, it’s mom,” Joy pointed out, as Fear could feel a warm glow from behind them. He turned to look out the window, into Ian’s mind world, and a small collection of Islands of Personality standing along the horizon.  Fear smiled as he saw Family Island burst to life, showing the yellow core memory of Ian’s family is working.

“Oh, and here comes Blazey!” Joy cheered.

“What?” Fear turned back just in time to see the pet dragon leap into the screen.  It was a blur of chaos as Ian fell to the ground, happily laughing as Blazey pinned him down and licked his face.  “Evasive maneuver!” Fear called out as he leaped for the controls, only to find Joy was already at the console.  Fear stepped back, a nervous smile on his face.  “Oh. Uh, nice reaction time, Joy,” he mumbled his comment.

“Why thank you,” Joy chimed back.

Ian climbed back up to his feet as his mom, Laurel, greeted him with a “Happy birthday, my little man,” and covering his cheek with kisses.

“Ew, she’s doing it again!” Disgust gagged before pushing Fear out of the way and taking control.

“Ew, mom,” Ian cried out before breaking free and wiping off his cheek.

Fear pushed himself back by the console.  “Disgust, I know we don’t like mom’s kisses, but I need to be…” The emotions looked up silently at the screen as Laurel was looking back at Ian.  Fear finally broke the silence with a whisper. “Should we be worried?” he asked, pressing a button on the console.

“What?” Ian asked.

“You’re wearing your dad’s college sweatshirt,” Laurel replied.

Disgust commented as the other emotions breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, right.  The sweatshirt,” she commented as she flicked some switches on the console.

Ian looked down at the Willowdale College sweatshirt he was wearing over his red flannel shirt.  “Oh, well, it finally fits,” Ian said as he shrugged it off.

Laurel lit up with such joy as she approached Ian.  “Oh, my little chubby cheeks,” she said with such motherly love.

Disgust stepped back. “Ew, she’s coming back.”

“Stop her!” Anger snapped as Fear dove onto the controls.

Ian stepped back before Laurel could hug her.  “No, mom. I gotta eat breakfast before school,” he said, adding a chuckle.

Fear looked confused, until he glanced over at Joy on the other side of the console turning a dial or two. “Joy,” Fear spoke up, getting her attention.

“What?  It’s mom,” Joy explained with a smirk as she held up her hands.

“There’s nothing to eat?” Sadness asked, overhearing Laurel.  “That’s sad.”

“That’s not fair,” Anger grumbled.  “How are we supposed to survive school without food?”

“We’re gonna starve,” Sadness sighed.

“Not on my watch,” Fear said as he took over.  Ian opened the fridge door and was met with a pan of delicious finger foods for the party.

“Yum, boars in a blanket.” Joy instinctively pressed a few buttons.

Fear panicked. “Joy, what are you doing?”

Laurel playfully smacked Ian’s hand away.  “Don’t touch those, mister.  Those are for your party tonight.

“Now look what you did,” Fear reprimanded Joy.  “You got Ian in trouble!”

“Sorry, they looked so good,” Joy sheepishly excused his actions.

Ian instead grabbed a carton of milk and began to pour himself some cereal.

“How bout inviting those students from the science club to your party?” Laurel suggested to Ian.  “You said yourself they were pretty rockin.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” Ian replied, as his Disgust rolled his eyes.  “And besides, I haven’t asked them.”

“Well, it’s your birthday, it’s the day to try new things,” Laurel encouraged Ian while prepping a protein shake in the mixer.  Just as she turned it in, Laurel asked aloud, “Speaking of new things, have you signed up for your driving lesson today?”

“No!” Ian shouted, before nervously lowering his voice.  “No, I haven’t.”

Sadness glanced over at Fear, who was shaking like a frigid leaf, his eyes wide as he thought about the very idea of Ian driving.

“There’s no reason to be scared,” Laurel told Ian.

“I’m not scared,” Ian replied.  Joy pressed a few buttons, and Ian changed the subject.  “I’m gonna move Barley’s game.”

Joy glanced over at Fear, the frightened purple emotion was stepping back from the console and placing his hands under his arms.  “Relax,” Joy told him gently.  “Ian’s sixteen now.  He needs to drive.  He’ll be okay.”

“Okay?  Okay?  I know he’ll be okay,” Fear stammered.  “I just want him to be safe, I mean, okay.”

“Don’t worry, it’s Ian’s big day,” Joy assured Fear.  “What could happen?”

“HALT!!”

“NO!!” The emotions were shocked as Ian was suddenly scooped into a big bear hugging arm lock by his older brother Barley.

“Get him out of there! Get him out of there!” Fear ordered as he jumped onto the console, the other emotions scrambling for controls.

“This again?” Anger snapped.

Disgust gagged.  “He reeks!  Doesn’t he ever shower?”

Ian struggled to escape, but instead kicked over his cereal and watched helplessly as it fell to the floor. “Oh no,” Sadness thought softly as Ian slumped in defeat.

Fear started flailing his hands, darting his head back and forth to all his emotions.  “What do we do?  What do we do?  Why is Barley so strong??”

“Move over!” Anger barked as he punched Fear out of the way, sending him flying away from the console. The angry red emotion was literally steaming from atop his head as he cracked his knuckles.

“You know, Ian,” Barley commented boldly, “men of your age would prove their manhood by taking the rite of passage through the swamps of despair.”

“Oh, I’ll show you despair!” Anger roared as he took control of the console.

“I’m not testing anything,” Ian snapped back, sounding more like a gurgle through Barley’s headlock. “Now let me go!”

“Let him go, Barley,” Laurel called out from the kitchen, more of a comment than a command.

“Okay,” Barley said with a shrug, letting Ian go, as well as letting Ian drop onto the floor in a thud. “I know you’re stronger than that. There’s a warrior inside you, you just have to let him out.”

Fear finally climbed onto his feet, he looked up to see Ian struggling to climb onto his knees as well.  The purple emotion’s eyes grew wide, he stepped back slowly, then broke out into a quick, frantic nervous pace across the headquarters floor.  “Oh no… no no no no no, this isn’t right, this isn’t right…”

Joy caught the sound of worrying, leaving the console to the other three emotions, as they’re just now helping Ian quietly pick up his spilt cereal as Barley and Laurel broke out into another wrestling match.  “Hey, hey,” Joy calmly told Fear in his cheerful tone.  “It’s alright.  It’s just cereal.”

“It’s not the cereal!” Fear stopped pacing and placed his hands under his arms again.  “Okay, it is, but it’s everything!  Ian gets only one sixteenth birthday, and it’s chaos before it even started!”

“Relax,” Joy assured him. “It’s just another normal day.”

“But it’s not a normal day,” Fear replied frantically.  “It’s a birthday!”

“You’re getting stressed out, and Ian hasn’t eaten yet.”  Joy took Fear’s hand and they both sat down on a couch beside them.

“It’s my job to get stressed out,” Fear said, frustrated as well as anxious.  “I’m a Fear.”

Joy paused a moment, a thought rolling through her head, causing her smile to grow more melancholy. “Look, I shouldn’t make things worse, but, the guys…” Joy motioned to Sadness, Disgust and Anger at the console. “They’re talking about you again.”

This again.  Realizing where this is going, Fear quieted down and sank into his seat, wrapping his hands around his sides.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re doing great.  You’re a great Fear.”  Joy paused a moment, trying to sugar coat it.  “But lately, you’re being… too good.  Again.”

“I can’t- I can’t-“ Fear began calmly.  He paused to collect his thoughts, brushing his hands up his face and through his hair. He sighed, almost seethed.  “Ian’s life is just so chaotic lately.  His school, his driving lessons, his brother. ….. that,” Fear added, pointing to a red light currently dormant on the console.

Joy chuckled, realizing he was pointing at the puberty alarm.  “That?  Don’t worry bout that.  That hasn’t been an issue since sex ed class.”

Fear shuddered so hard, a little flurry of purple particles shook off his body.  “Don’t remind me.”

Joy laughed, seeing how that at least broke the tension for one of them.  It gradually quieted into a grin when Fear finally gave the tiniest of grins back.  Joy placed a comforting hand on Fear’s shoulder.  “Look, Ian’s fine for a few minutes.  He’s just making some toast,” he commented as they both looked up at the screen.  “Nothing bad can happen from that… not even cutting himself with a butter knife.”

Fear chuckled a bit. Yeah, it’s kind of silly to be scared of butter knives… but, they are knives… and they can cut through butter…

“Why don’t you sit back here for a minute?  Clear your head.  Maybe a quick break is just what you need.”  With that, Joy stood up and walked back to the console, leaving Fear on the couch.

Fear closed his eyes, tilting his head back that it hit the back of the couch.  It made it so his neck look like it was at a ninety degree angle, thank Alora emotions are made of pure energy and not bones, so it didn’t hurt, maybe pinch a little.  He finally opened his tightly shut eyes, starring up at the mural of stars and some planets painted on the headquarters ceiling.  Well, most of them, somehow Joy managed to slap a couple of those cheap plastic ones onto the ceiling too.  He smiled, Ian sure did like space.  He stood up from the couch and walked across the headquarters to the large pane window in the back, overlooking the wide, vast expanse of the mind world.  Fear looked at the hardwood floor of headquarters. And the shelves, holding necessities for their job, from idea bulbs to mind manuals, to the newest memories they made that very morning.  While built like compartments pocked both organized and disorganized like the old headquarter shelves, they were lined with a strong wood paneling to match Ian’s bookshelves in his bedroom.  In fact, headquarters was dressed up a lot like Ian’s room these days.  He could still remember when he popped into existence in Ian’s mind, just seconds after Ian was born.  Headquarters was an empty canvas, and the emotions were just anew strangers with elf ears and generic business casual clothes.  Just a blank canvas.  And over time, as they shaped Ian into the teenager he is today, they and their headquarters were changed as well.  Well, more like influenced… inspired?  Okay, the mind world can be cryptic and confusing.  But if it meant being with Ian, helping Ian, Fear wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of cryptic and confusing, Fear looked down as his foot stopped short of stepping on the core memory holder nestled into the floor.  It wouldn’t hurt to step on it, but the bright lights beaming through the floor, straight out to the mind world outside, pointing at, fueling every island of personality across the far chasm that separated headquarters from the rest of the mind world.  Fear gazed out at each island that fueled what made Ian, Ian.  School Island, complete with a stack of textbooks, with a math textbook being very prominent since he won that award.  Science Island, glowing with stars and planets to highlight Ian’s fascination with space.  Space was his most prominent interest in the sciences.  Smartphone Island.  That’s a new one.  Ian has been glued to his phone lately.  Hope that’s a phase.  Friendship Island… looking small, as Ian only has one friend.  Island upon island, big and small, displaying each important piece of Ian, each fueled by a powerfully important memory that birthed it.  And in the center was the largest, grandest island, Family Island, an island fueled and created by Ian’s love for his family. Even his brother, no matter how much of a pain he could be.  Definitely highlighted by that statue on Family Island of Barley holding Ian in a headlock and giving him a noogie.

“Hey, it’s Officer Bronco!” Joy cheered, breaking Fear’s walk down his own memory lane.  Looks like break’s over.  But, Joy may have been right, Fear does feel a little better.

As Fear approached the console, he immediately stopped dead in his tracks as he, the other emotions and Ian saw Colt and Laurel kiss.  “Eww,” the emotions grimaced in unison, Ian recoiling as well thanks to Disgust at control.

“Ugh, I’ll never get used to that.”  Disgust tried to hold himself back from throwing up.  “I’m done.  I’m done,” he said, pushing away from the console for a minute.

Ian went back inside the kitchen getting back to making some toast for his breakfast.  His ears caught the sound of loud banging of furniture, sounds of a centaur trying to get into the house without breaking things, and failing. Anger growled, “He’s coming in.”

“Relax,” Joy told Anger, patting him on the shoulder.  “Officer Bronco’s just trying to be nice.”

“Hey there, birthday boy,” Colt told Ian.  “You working hard or hardly working?” Colt gave that braying laugh of his at his own joke.

That was enough to make even Joy groan.  “Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed while the other emotions groaned.

“Well, you know just, making some, toast,” Ian replied sheepishly.

“Why is it so hard to get some breakfast around here??” Anger snapped.

Fear pushed Sadness out of the way as Disgust made his way back to the console.  “Okay okay okay,” he stammered.  “Let’s just get Ian fed and out of here before anything else happens to him.”

“Hey, Ian, you can learn a lot from Quests of Yore,” Barley called out from the dining room.  “You want to play?”

Fear froze just from hearing Barley.  “Oh no,” he uttered softly, giving Disgust a chance to take over.

“I don’t,” Ian replied.

“You can be a crafty rogue,” Barley continued.  “Or, I know! You can be a wizard!” Barley chimed, grabbing Ian in a side hug.

Fear dove onto the console the second he saw Barley’s spiky bracelet brush against Ian’s sweatshirt.

Ian quickly ducked out from Barley’s grasp.  “Hey, careful with dad’s sweatshirt.”

Barley smirked.  “I don’t even remember dad wearing that sweatshirt.”

“Well, you do only have two memories of him,” Ian told Barley.

“No, I have three,” Barley corrected.  “I remember his beard was scratchy, he had a goofy laugh, and I would play the drums-“

“-on his feet,” Ian finished.  The emotions at the console chuckled a bit, happy to hear something about dad, even if it was from Barley.

“Yeah, he went,” Barley began as he drummed on Ian’s foot with his hands, but ended up knocking Ian’s toast onto the floor.  “Oops, five second rule.”  Barley leaned over to pick up the toast, and ended up snagging a loose thread on Ian’s sweatshirt with his bracelet.

The emotions gasped as they heard the fabric rip.  “No!” Fear exclaimed in pure horror.

“It’s okay,” Barley told Ian, just as worried as his brother was.  “You just have to pull it.”

“No! Stop!!” Fear exclaimed as he slammed his hands onto the console.

“Barley, don’t!” Ian pleaded, just as a hole grew from the popped seam on the sleeve.  Laurel finally intervened, snipping the loose string with some scissors.

“You know,” Ian said, backing away, “I’m just going to grab some breakfast on the way to school.”

“I’ll sew that up for you after school, okay Ian?” Laurel said as Ian left the kitchen and headed straight for the front door.

Fear was leading the controls, and was making sure Ian went straight out the door.  “Okay guys, let’s just get Ian to school.”

“Wait!” Barley called out, catching up to Ian.

“Seriously?” Fear exclaimed, letting go of the controls in pure shock.

“Why won’t he leave us alone?” Anger shouted, as Disgust and Sadness groaned.

“By the laws of Yore, I must dub thee a man today,” Barley explained as he grabbed a sword, which may or may not have been a toy.  “Kneel before me.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” Ian replied.  “I gotta get to school.”

“Okay,” Barley said.  “I’ll pick you up this afternoon.  We’ll do the ritual at school.”

“No!  You don’t need to do that!  Okay, bye!” Ian quickly grabbed his book bag and slammed the front door.  Finally out of the house, he gave a big sigh of relief and began to walk down the sidewalk.

Once he was safe, Fear gave a big sigh of relief himself.  He gradually let go of the controls and grasped his sides again. Ian’s sixteenth birthday is already a failure.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Joy said to Fear, placing a calm hand on his shoulder.  “The day’s still young.  We can fix this.”

Shaking his head, Fear walked away from the console and began to pace back and forth.  The other emotions went back to work, including Joy, after glancing over to Fear one more time.

Fear gripped his hands tight against himself, his pace was quickening, his body was shivering with… well, fear.  Ian gets one sixteenth birthday, one shot.  And already it’s a disaster.  It’s all been a disaster since before Ian’s sixteenth birthday.  It’s all been a disaster since before his thirteenth birthday. Since before middle school, since before kindergarten, since…

Fear paused.  He walked up to the back of Headquarters, placing his hands on the window as he looked out.  To the side of the large Family Island was a smaller island.  The island displayed photos of a familiar stranger, and an audio cassette tape labeled “Dad.”

… since little child Ian found that tape.  Since that memory created Dad Island.

Fear placed a hand on his chest, his fingers resting on stitching that spelled out Lightfoot in cursive.  The exact replica of Ian’s Dad’s sweatshirt.

Ian has heard many stories about his dad.  How his dad was courageous, and lived every day without worry, without care.  If only Ian could be like his dad.  If only Fear could.

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