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xamassed · 1 year

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[Aya @ Kiri] Aya knew class 1-A was having some sort of Christmas party together in the common area of the dorms, but she didn't want to intrude on the kid's fun - they didn't need some random adult there. So, instead, among the presents under the tree Kirishima would find one with his name on it in a flowing script, with the words "from Inoue-San" underneath his own name. Wrapped in red and gold with a large bow on top, it stood out from the other, more hastily wrapped presents from other students.

Inside, first, was a round tin full of cookies. Snowflakes, trees, reindeer, and Santas would all be smiling up at him. And underneath the tin was a large, black hoodie. On the hoodie was the shadowed outline of Crimson Riot, the home-made patch carefully hand-stitched onto the hoodie so it wouldn't come loose. And above and below the face was a quote - "As long as you have a manly spirit, it doesn't matter what kind of Quirk you have".

"That's weird, there's still one under here. Kind'a fancy lookin' too. Lok at that wrapping paper! It's so pretty." He was quick to pull the gift out from under the tree, the name of the gift-giver giving him no room to question who it was from. "Awwhh, she didn't have to go and get me something! She's seriously the sweetest."

Eijiro wasn't the type to concern himself over the paper. He was too excited to see what lay inside the box, long strips of red and gold being torn away and tossed aside as a few of his friends gathered in closer. Some questioned the contents, others wondered why the redhead was given a special gift from the pretty, pink-haired librarian. So unfair, they claimed!

He ignored them, prying open the lid and finding the tin of cookies.

"Cookies!" Someone squealed, and they were immediately given one that was distinctly snowman-shaped. The others were given a cookie each because it hardly felt right not to share with the people he had come to admire and adore. They were his friends, and cookies shared with friends tasted ten times better.

With one delicious treat clamped between his teeth, Eijiro set the tin aside. There was one more gift at the bottom, the hoodie lifted from its perfect folding. It was shaken out and held at arms length, the shape of his favorite hero causing him to gape and drop the cookie had had been awkwardly nibbling at.

"No. Way."

He read the quote three times over, each iteration of those meaningful words making his heart feel larger and fuller. "This is awesome!"

Out of habit, he wanted to thank her aloud, but. . .

"Wait, she's not here. Dang it." He needed to thank her. Not later, not over text — proper and manly thanks were given in person with one's whole heart, and he didn't plan on skimping.

The young hero fumbled his his phone after he pulled the hoodie on, the size and softness of it nearly tempting him to flop over and take an impromptu nap. Were he not so determined, he would have gladly given in. Instead, he quickly flung a few quickly typed messages towards the librarian.

[ to: inoue-san ]

I got your present!! It's so cool! I love it! I'm gonna say thank you here, but I wanna say thank you in person too! So come over to the dorm! We've got food and cake and stuff! I'm sure everyone else will be glad to see you too. Come onnnn! It'll be fun! Unless you're busy, then I totally get it. If you can come, just let me know. If not, I still hope you have a good holiday! BTW, we already ate the cookies. I couldn't not share them! I hope that's okay. And thank you again!

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」#「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」#( he's going to flaunt that hoodie whenever he can )#( can't wear it during school hours but!! )#( as soon as he gets back to the dorm it's ON )#( so snug and cozy u3u he's totally gonna nap in it later )

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littlespoonevan · 4 years

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If you have time, I’d love to see a lil fic of Mickey being out and proud. In public, with coworkers, you decide, I just love unashamed Mickey.

so i was stumped about what to write for this for ages but thankfully @belleandkurtbastian came through with a great suggestion in one of their asks! I hope you like it!

(friendly reminder i’m not accepting prompts right now while i finish the ones i have in my inbox and work on my longfic!

Mickey’s never really seen himself as a “Date Night”kinda guy but ever since he and Ian got married – and somehow ended up with allthe responsibility of a house and kids right after – he’s gotta admit datenight has basically become the most precious night of the week.

His and Ian’s schedules generally overlap pretty wellbut between Ian working nights every three weeks and Mickey having to workevery second weekend and the Gallagher house being the Gallagher house findingtime alone isn’t always the easiest. So Wednesday night is date night unlessIan is working and it’s a tradition Mickey never expected to have but he can’treally imagine his week without it now.

They’re in a new restaurant tonight, finally both havingbeen back at work long enough that the amount of money coming in is larger thanthe amount of money going out. So they’re splurging a little bit, tryingsomewhere that requires one of his good shirts. And it’s nice; the place isn’ttoo crowded or overrun with families like the places they usually go. It’s calmand quiet and Mickey likes that heand Ian get to do this now.

While they’re waiting for their food Ian leans backin his chair, hand slipping out of Mickey’s and dislodging his legs from wherethey’re tangled with Mickey’s under the table. “I gotta go to the bathroom; I’llbe back in a sec.”

Mickey watches him go and can’t help the smile at thecorners of his mouth. Shit is really fucking good right now.

“Milkovich?”

Mickey freezes at the sound of someone calling hisname but after a beat he recognises the voice. Turning slightly, he sees Andyfrom work stalled in front of their table. Andy is a middle-aged dad with abeer belly but as far as his co-workers go he’s a pretty decent guy. Neverknows when the fuck to let a joke go but he’s harmless and never made any snidecomments or looked down on Mickey for his past. He’s not the worst personMickey could bump into outside of work.

“Hey man,” he greets easily. “What’s up?”

“The wife’s making me take her out for dinner,” hesays, expression all dramatic and long-suffering as he nods towards where hiswife is sitting a few tables over. “You know how it is.”

Mickey hums, hoping the pleasantries will end there,before Andy starts appraising him more closely. Taking in Mickey’s shirt andclean-shaven face and the general environment, his grin turns teasing.

“Guess you doknow how it is,” he laughs, nudging Mickey’s arm with his elbow. “The missusmakin’ you take her out too?”

Mickey supresses an eyeroll. The guys at work know he’smarried and he’s also pretty sure he’s mentioned Ian by name plenty of timesbut he guesses the whole “straight is the default” thing prevents some peoplefrom putting two and two together.

“Actually-“

Before he can say anymore he feels a hand touch hisother shoulder as Ian re-emerges from the bathroom. Mickey watches him as herounds their table to take his seat again.

“Hey,” Ian says softly, smiling at Mickey before heglances up at Andy expectantly.

And Jesus, Mickey just remembers all over again howmuch he’s in love with him. Reaching across the table to take Ian’s hand, helooks up at Andy. “This is my husband, Ian.” The words come out proud, steady, happy and Mickey feels his mouth lift ina smile when Ian squeezes his hand.

Andy stares at him, dumbfounded, before his eyeswiden and his face contorts as he quickly attempts to recover. “Shit,Milkovich, sorry!” he blusters, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to assumewith the wife stuff.”

Mickey bites back a laugh at the panic in Andy’s eyesand inclines his head. “It’s cool.”

Andy breathes a sigh of relief and whirls to Ianthen. “Ian, is it?” he asks, thrusting out his hand for Ian to shake. “I’m Andy;I work with Mickey at the security office.”

Ian’s expression clears in understanding and heshakes Andy’s hand. “Hey, nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Andy says before his face turns pink insudden realisation. “Man, I’ve been an idiot, huh?”

Mickey frowns in confusion and Andy gives him asheepish look. “I was always pretty confused why you were talkin’ about your bestfriend like he hung the moon.”

Mickey’s eyes widen as he realises where this isgoing but before he can say anything Ian barks a laugh. “You thought I was hisbest friend?”

“Yeah, well he’d always talk about you guys going fora beer or to play baseball, I guess I just assumed,” Andy admits.

Mickey’s insides lock up at the mention of thedugouts – he definitely never saidthey were playing baseball but sure, he supposes they cover the bases when theygo there. Fuck, Ian is never gonna let him live this down.

“Makes sense though,” Andy says then because heclearly never knows when to fucking stop talking. “The smile on his face whenhe’d talk about you. I sure as hell never look like that when I’m talking aboutmy buddies.”

Ian is positively beaming now but Mickey pointedlyrefuses to meet his gaze. “Well now I gotta see this smile,” Ian says.

“You see it every fuckin’ day,” Mickey scowls whichhas the exact opposite effect than intended because Ian’s expression just goesimpossibly soft and he brushes his thumb over Mickey’s ring where their handsare still folded together.

Andy finally takes that as his cue to leave, raisinghis eyebrows. “Well uh, I better get back to my table before my wife getsannoyed and orders for me. See you at work, Milkovich!”

Mickey gives him a lame, “See ya,” and watches himgo. When he turns his gaze back to Ian reluctantly the soft look in his eyes isstill very much intact.

“You talk about me at work,” Ian says quietly, moreof an awed statement then a question.

“So?” Mickey huffs. “You probably talk about me atwork.”

“I do,” Ian confirms and that pulls Mickey up short. “Sue’sbanned me from using the word “husband” because she says everyone knows who I’mtalking about anyway.”

Mickey opens his mouth to say something but nothingcomes out. He’s- he’d figured he probably came up in conversation sometimes butit’s one thing to assume that and another to hear Ian’s been talking people’sear off about him.

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty infamous,” he says thoughnone of his usual bravado is present.

Ian laughs, looking impossibly fucking endeared as hesqueezes Mickey’s hand and twists their legs together under the table again. “Uhhuh.”

Mickey lasts approximately four more seconds underIan’s smiling gaze before he has to duck his head, feeling a blush rise to hischeeks. “Stop fucking lookin’ at me like that, Ian.”

“Hey,” Ian murmurs, tugging on his hand, and Mickeyraises his head with a sigh. “I love you.”

The words are like a shot of warmth through Mickey’swhole body and he feels his bashfulness ebb away. Yeah, he talks about Ian atwork because he fucking wants to and he getsto because he loves Ian and he’s not afraid to tell anyone that anymore.

Including Ian.

“I love you too,” he replies and he’d never actuallyrealised his voice could be so gentle before he started telling Ian those wordsevery day.

Ian squeezes his hand once more and releases him.

When Mickey finally tears his gaze away from him hecatches Andy’s eye across the room. Andy smiles at him, raising his glass inacknowledgement.

Mickey nods back in response, letting a smile sitcomfortably on his face, and goes back to enjoying date night with his husband.

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #Anon #asks #did u know i've now written almost 30k worth of oneshots/prompts

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snapsicle · 5 years

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Chalk Flu- Chapter 1

heya! finally finished chapter 1- it’s a semi-long one, just a warning!

chapter summary: Snap comes down with a strange illness, and Rudy and Penny need to find the cure. They visit a library to try and find out more.

TW: Illness, death mention, gross-out, germs, bugs/insects.

the whole 5 pages are underneath the cut!

It was a sunny afternoon in Chalkzone, like it always was, the sun’s many triangular points rotating around it in a rhythmic pattern, shining warm beams of sun onto the ‘zoners below it. Snap was busy sunbathing, underneath a tree, sighing, sipping on a halved coconut full of water.

“Ah, this is the life, ain’t it?” He reclined. “What a lovely day.” Under his breath, he hoped he didn’t jinx it.

Today was the day Rudy was going to visit chalkzone for the first time in 2 weeks- he was really busy with his studies, considering he was a freshman in middle school, it was a little bit of a heavier workload than he was used to. It had been another 2 years, Rudy was 12 now, a 7th grader- the youngest in his class, with a summer birthday. Snap usually waited around the portal, but he almost had a 6th sense of when it was going to open. He recalled that Penny was probably coming too.

Snap reclined further, almost laying down now. He sighed loudly as if Rudy could hear him getting annoyed. Rudy was coming to chalkzone less and less now, and it was becoming more apparent- this drove Snap up a wall. His train of thought was interrupted though, suddenly, when he felt something crawling up his leg. He attempted to brush it off, but it seemed to cling. This is when he stopped to look at it. It was a weird little green germ, and Snap wrinkled his nose.

“Hey! Get offa me!” He said, attempting to swipe the little circular green amoeba off his leg. It stuck to his glove. “Wha- You don’t know when to quit, do ya?”

Before he knew it, the green thing had jumped on his face. This is when Snap really began to panic. He yelped in surprise and started slapping at his face in a desperate attempt to kill the tiny ‘zoner, and winced as it crawled into his mouth, almost gagging. He attempted to cough it up, but he was sure he’d swallowed it, and he stuck his tongue out. “BLEGH, that’s DISGUSTING!” He cried, and made exaggerated choking and gagging noises.

“Gee, I hope that thing doesn’t make me sick.” Snap shuddered. “I’m getting a little tired of things wanting to eat me and things wanting ME to eat THEM.” Snap had lost his appetite.

That’s when Rudy and Penny both opened the portal. Snap saw the familiar sparkling of the magic chalk in the distance, and he hopped up onto his feet, watching Rudy and Penny jump in through the magical gateway. He smiled to greet them.

“Heya bucko, buckette, how’s life?” Snap said. “Long time no see, amiright?”

“Haha, yup, life’s good alright!” Rudy said, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry I haven’t been here awhile. You know I’ve been really busy with work, and stuff.”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it, Rudy!” Snap said. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters!” and with that, Snap felt a tingling in his nose. He drew back, and sneezed- a loud “ACHOO!” that blew him to the ground. He wiped his nose. “Oy coloy, I hope this ain't the start of somethin’.” Snap smiled weakly and Rudy helped him to his feet.

“Alrighty! What did you fellas wanna do today?” Penny said. “We could visit the candy cane forest, or go to the Globetheater, or River Rafting, or sledding, or catch a show in nightzone, or-” Penny paused. “Wait.. Snap, there's something on your face.”

“Wait, really? What is it?” Snap said, wiping at his cheeks.

“It looks like a purple pepperoni.” Penny commented.

“Yeah Snap, on the left side of your face-” Rudy said. “Right about here.” He pointed to his left cheek right below the eye.

“What?? It’s not comin’ off!” Snap cried. “Ugh,” Snap’s train of thought was interrupted with another sneeze. Pop! Another purple spot appeared, this time on his stomach. Pop! Pop! Pop! More purple spots started appearing all over Snap’s body!

“Wh-wh-wha??” Snap said. “AAACHOOO!!” He said, and this sneeze almost knocked him out.

Penny and Rudy winced. “Penny, what should we do?” Rudy said, cringing.

“He’s clearly sick with some kind of chalkzone-specific disease.” Penny said calmly.

“So much for our play-date,” Rudy said flatly.

“THIS- ACHOO- Isn’t- ACHOO- FUNNY!- AAACHOO!” Snap said, wiping his nose. “I think it was that stupid little bug i swallowed earlier- ACHOO!”

“Bug?” Penny said. “You swallowed a bug?”

“Not exactly a bug-” Snap said, and his train of thought was interrupted by his chalk-white face turning a brilliant shade of green. “Wha…. Anyway, It was this little, teeny tiny germ-lookin’ thing.” Snap said, sniffling. “Did it get suddenly colder in here, or is it just me?”

“Patient 0,” Penny said.

“Patient 0?” Rudy repeated questioningly.

“I’ve seen it in all kinds of plague movies! He’s the first one to get the disease. They call that Patient 0,” Penny explained.

“Something about this doesn’t feel so good,” Rudy said. “It’s like the inflatermaus all over again.”

“C’mon Snap, let’s get you home.” Penny said, scooping him up and carrying him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Are you sure you should be…. Touching him?” Rudy said.

“Don’t worry Rudy,” Penny said. “We’re human! Snap is chalk, and so is the disease, I’m assuming. We can’t be affected by it.”

“Oh yeah. Almost forgot.” Rudy said.

Snap’s house was a ways away, but Rudy and Penny had no trouble getting him there, although Snap was making dramatic, exaggerated groaning noises the whole time Penny and Rudy hauled him all the way to his house, all the while rolling their eyes. Once they got to the door, Rudy located the key underneath the doormat, and opened up the door, greeted with the smell of pot roast and Blocky sitting on the couch and reading a comic book. With the sound of the opening door, he looked up and put down his comic.

“Hey Penny, Hey Rudy! Hey Sn-- Snap?“ He looked a little concerned. “What's going on?? Is Snap alright??“

Snap weakly waved his arm up at Blocky. “I'm fine, don't worry about little ol- ACHOO- me… uahahhh..“

“Yeah, he's sick.” Rudy said flatly.

“We need you to temporarily take care of him while we figure out what to do.“ Penny added. “But! Be very careful, because you can catch his disease as well!“

“Ah! Poor baby,“ Blocky said. “Snap has been sick before, and I took really good care of him. I promise I'll take care of him and be real, real careful, and nurse him back to health!“

“Thank you Blocky.“ Penny responded. “We really appreciate your help.“

Penny set Snap down on the carpet and Snap sneezed and knocked himself to the ground. Blocky walked up and scooped him into his arms, holding him as if he were a baby.

“We seriously cannot thank you enough for taking care of him while we go figure out what to do,“ Rudy added. “Make sure to not leave your house or let Snap leave unless you ABSOLUTELY need to!“

Blocky nodded. “Can do! I'm gonna go take this poor sick little thing to his bed,“

Snap groaned.

With one last nod, Rudy and Penny left the house, and started aimlessly wandering away from the little cottage. “At least we know he's in good hands,“ Rudy said, giggling slightly. “So. What do you think we should do now? What is there to do?“

“We obviously can't just ignore it and mess around,“ Penny said. “Out of all the chalkzone diseases i've researched i've never seen ANYTHING like this. We have no idea what it can do to a zoner!”

“Agreed,“ Rudy said. “It could be highly infectious and debilitating, or worse-“ Rudy gulped.

“I think I know just the place to get some research done.“ Penny responded.

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?“ Rudy raised one eyebrow.

“Hug Bugs library?“ Penny said.

“Lead the way!“ Rudy said, bowing and gesturing towards the direction of the distant library.

“Lets go!“ And so they began their journey towards the massive, looming library in the distance.

The walk wasn't unpleasant- nor was it particularly fun, there was interesting sights to see and many distinctive landmarks that led them straight to the giant, rotting building filled with everything from shiny new books to ancient tomes. The building almost didn't look like a library, it was almost like a Victorian castle, with twisted spires covered in moss and vines and amazing curved and spiked architecture, looming what seemed like miles above the two small kids.

“There it is...“ Rudy said.

“I've seen it before, is the thing, but it never fails to blow me away,“ Penny said. “An amazing display of chalkzone architectural prowess.“

“A display it is, indeed.“ Rudy said. “Lets go inside.“

They walked through the massive swinging doors decorated with strange engraved knocker gargoyles. When they came in, the inside was just as spectacular as the outside- and there were many little caterpillar zoners running around, moving books from place to place, scuttling almost as if they don't even notice anyone else. In addition to that, there were many larger zoners browzing books, some reading, others talking quietly over coffee, and Rudy and Penny honestly didn't know where to start. The ceilings were high and stacked all the way up with books. There were little bug-assistants that could crawl up and fetch one for you, but there was also massive cream-colored ladders leading up to each section, which you could theoretically climb to find the book you need- and it was all neatly organized using the dewey decimal system.

“Woah...“ Rudy said. “You know what we need to do now.“

“Find Hug Bug. Agreed,“ Penny added. “There's no way we can comb through all this information all by ourselves and still have time to spare.“

“That means we have to go into the more… secret sections of the library. The other librarians won't like that,“ Rudy said.

“I'm not too excited about it either. If we get stopped, we do have an excuse.“ Penny said.

Behind one of the bookshelves is a gap barely big enough for one of Hug Bugs body segments to squeeze through- and a secret door on the inside. It wasn't strictly forbidden to go inside- but not many zoners knew about it. Behind the door is where the REAL powerful books are. Books about necromancy, spells, hexes, curses- and age-old secret family recipes. Rudy and Penny silently slipped behind the bookshelf, and creeped through the massive, heavy doorway, making a quiet scraping sound, but that's about it. Immediately, they felt a soft breeze as the candles alongside the walkways illuminated instantly.

“Gee, I forgot how creepy it is here.” Penny said.

The caterpillars scuttling across the floors and walls all turned to stare at them menacingly. Like they were judging their every move, ready to forcefully throw them out.

“We come in peace,” Rudy said weakly. “We’re looking for Hug Bug?” He spoke, and with that, the little caterpillars began chattering amongst each other quickly and quietly.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Rudy muttered, as if the caterpillars could hear him.

After a couple seconds, the chattering turned into soft giggling, and then into uproarious laughter. All of the sudden, in the ancient, empty hall, Rudy felt a presence behind him.

Rudy jumped and yelped when he felt something soft and twice his size embrace him tightly, suddenly, almost choking him. After a few seconds, he realized who it was.

“Hug Bug!” Penny and Rudy cried in almost perfect unison. And Hug Bug released Rudy, and he stumbled to his feet.

“Well well well well well, look who it is!” Hug Bug drawled, “Great creator Rudy, and his genius girlfriend!”

“Well- She’s not really my-”

“What are you two doing in my woooonderful library?” Hug Bug said, his voice deep and cartoonishly slow. Hug Bug himself was like a giant, multicolored version of his little caterpillar assistants, little book-sized pouches on the front of his many body segments, and a little bell attached to a silk ribbon tied around his neck. The bell rang sometimes, sure, but somehow, when he was sneaking up on you, you never heard it until the last second, and then it’s too late, and you’re smothered in giant plush bug cuddles! Truly a stealth predator.

“You see, Hug Bug, Our friend Snap-” Penny said, and was cut off by the massive insect,

“OH, Snap! I looooove Snap. He’s one of my favorite guests.”

“Ahem. As I was saying, Our friend Snap, he’s in some deep trouble,” Penny explained. “You see, he’s sick, and he has a disease that i’ve never even seen before.”

“Yeees, of course- a disease- and you neeeed my help to find a cuuuure…” Hug Bug rested his face on his hands. “What a predicament…”

“Well, actually, we were just wondering if you could point us in the direction of any books that might hold the secret to this strange disease.” Rudy said bashfully.

“Hmm… What are the symptoms…?” Hug Bug spoke.

“Well, Snap claims he swallowed a little green germ, and then he started sneezing, got covered in purple spots-” Penny continued.

“And he turned green!” Rudy finished her sentence.

“Ohhhh, that doesn’t sound the slightest bit familiar to me…” Hug Bug seemed concerned now. “I think I have a book that might interest you, though…” He said, suddenly scuttling up the wall at inhuman speeds, pulling on a book at one of the highest, strangest-looking shelves in the secret room, and all the little caterpillars seemed to gasp when he did so. After he pulled on the book though, strangely, he just let go of it, and it slid back into place. Could it have been a secret lever? A strange shifting and scraping sound confirmed their suspicions.

A pedestal slowly came up from below the floorboards, revealing a small, dusty, odd-looking bookshelf that wasn’t there before. One of the books, though, stood out, as it was resting on the top, and the cover was green and covered in purple spots- the title was “CHALKZONE PLAGUES” in a blocky, black font scrawled across the entire front cover.

“I think this might help youuu…” Hug Bug scuttled back down quickly, and handed them the book after dusting it off with one of his mitten-like hands.

“Uhh… Plagues?” Rudy gulped.

“I’ve got a real, real bad feeling about this, Rudy.” Penny said. “Let’s see what we can find. Thank you so much, Hug Bug,” Penny continued, and was forcefully scooped up into a big, warm hug.

“Take care you twooooo! Hope my books find a way to help you… You can come back anytime... And make sure to invite me to the wedding...” Hug Bug giggled, and scuttled off to take care of other business.

Penny and Rudy laughed nervously and rolled their eyes.

“Ahem. Anyway, let’s see what we can find-” Penny opened to the table of contents.

“Hmm. Topical diseases, infections, transformation-type diseases- plagues,” Penny read. “I really don’t know where to start.”

“It’s just one book, that hopefully has the answer we need,” Rudy said. “We just need to try and track down the type of disease he has. First. Let’s check in plagues,”

Penny flipped to a seemingly random page- “no,” She mumbled.

“What about this?” Rudy flipped to another page, and found a graphic that looked almost identical to what Snap’s symptoms looked like. They both gasped.

“It says here- This disease- Dubbed simply “Chalk Flu”, is brought upon by swallowing a small germ-” Penny read, “And the only cure is the Chameleon Lotus Tea, found only in Barney’s impenetrable forest!” Penny read further, “And if left untreated… Victims will…” Penny winced. “So this is pretty serious.” Rudy said, cringing. “Looks like we need to take a visit to our favorite Encyclocentipedia.”

“He won’t be happy to see us, that’s for sure.” Penny said. “Last time we were there, it wasn’t exactly a relaxing experience.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll try our best not to rope him into anything this time… And he owes me one.” Rudy responded.

“Alrighty. That settles it. Before we go, we better check on Snap and Blocky,” Penny said. “Make sure nothing has happened. Then we go.”

“Agreed. Gotta make sure it doesn’t spread to anyone else.” Rudy responded. “I sure hope he’s okay…”

#chalkzone #my writing #fanfiction

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thelastspeecher · 7 years

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The McGuckets Accidentally Adopt Two Magical Boys

Here’s some more content for that Magical Kids AU that’s finally been getting flushed out a bit lately. This ficlet involves the Stans moving in with the McGuckets, and the McGuckets finding out that these young boys are more than they seem. Some other ficlets I’ve got planned include the Stans’ origin story and Banjey getting her sword and magic necklace. But those aren’t the subject of this ficlet. No, this is about Pa McGucket nearly shooting Stan when he’s in his teen form. Enjoy.

“Stanley, Stanford, these are our kids,” Ma McGucket said kindly. Stan and Ford stared at the six McGucket children, who were gathered in the living room to meet the twins. “There’s Violynn, Harper, Sebasstian, Viola, Lute, ‘n Banjolina. But Sebasstian goes by Basstian, and we call Banjolina Banjey.” Stan and Ford exchanged a look, overwhelmed by the strange names, as well as the sheer number of them. Banjey, who, along with Lute, was sitting on Violynn’s lap, tugged on Lute’s sleeve and whispered something to him. Lute cleared his throat.

“Banjey wants to know if these boys are Gucklings,” Lute said. Banjey nodded.

“Well, right now, Stanley ‘n Stanford are just bein’ fostered by us,” Pa McGucket explained. “But we’re considerin’ adoption.” He looked at the twins, saddened. “Ain’t like there’s many places else fer ‘em to go.”

“We’re right here, stop talking like we’re not,” Stan said grumpily. Harper let out a bark of laughter.

“I like that one. Which one are ya?”

“Stanley. But I like Stan.” Stan nodded at his twin. “He’s Ford. And we know there aren’t places for us to go. Mom and Pops are- are gone now.”

“How old are ya?” Violynn asked.

“Five,” Stan said proudly. Lute grinned.

“Like me!” Lute said. Banjey tugged on his sleeve and whispered to him again. “Ma, Pa, Banjey wants to know if we can show Stan ‘n Ford the horses.” Banjey nodded.

“I l-l-like horses,” she said softly. Violynn kissed the top of her head affectionately.

“Who’s we?” Pa McGucket asked.

“Us kidlets,” Lute said. He looked at Viola. “‘Cept Vee prob’ly won’t want to come.”

“No,” Viola confirmed. “I got to clean my room.” Ma McGucket pursed her lips.

“If one of yer big siblin’s comes along with, yes. I don’t want my babies wanderin’ ‘round unsupervised,” she said after a moment.

“I ain’t a baby,” Lute protested. He pointed at Banjey. “She is, but I’m not!”

“Nah, Banjey ain’t a baby,” Violynn said, stroking her sister’s hair. “She’s three whole years old. Babies ‘re less ‘n two.”

“Regardless of who’s a baby and who isn’t,” Pa McGucket said, “I agree with yer Ma. Harper, go with the kidlets, will ya?” Harper groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he muttered.

“But what about our things?” Ford asked.

“Basstian and I can bring in yer stuff,” Pa McGucket said. “We’ll put it in yer room. You’ll be sharin’ one, is that all right?” Stan and Ford nodded. “But I do think walkin’ ‘round and lookin’ at the animals would do ya some good.”

“Got cows,” Banjey said brightly. “Cows ‘n horses ‘n-‘n chickens!”

“Don’t forget ‘bout the hogs,” Violynn said. Banjey wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Them’s gross,” Banjey said. Stan and Ford looked at each other.

“Okay, I guess,” Stan mumbled. The twins followed Harper, Lute, and Banjey outside. Violynn looked at her parents.

“Seriously, why are they here?”

“Yer ma’s got some old friends in child services,” Pa McGucket started, “‘n they told her that there were two lil twin boys what just lost their parents. And from what we were told, their parents weren’t too good to start with.”

“Liam, my friend what works with child services,” Ma McGucket put in, “said to me ‘I know you’ve got six kids of yer own, but these boys need the kind of love and attention only you ‘n yer fam’ly could give.’” She shrugged. “After hearin’ ‘bout these poor kidlets’ sit’ation, how could yer pa ‘n I decline?”

“Do we have the room?” Viola asked.

“We’ll find room,” Ma McGucket said firmly. “We keep a spare guest room fer a reason. Stanley and Stanford ‘ll be stayin’ there.”

“Ma, Pa, yer too kind,” Basstian said. Pa McGucket frowned at his son.

“Don’t talk like that, Sebasstian Thaddeus. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a good person. Now, let’s you ‘n me go get the twins’ stuff from the truck.”

-----

“So that’s the barn, huh?” Stan mumbled, thoroughly unimpressed. Lute pouted.

“What, ya don’t like it?” Lute asked. Stan shrugged.

“It’s all right. I guess.”

“Lute, he ‘n Stanford might not be the most open to talkin’ right now,” Harper said. Banjey tugged on Harper’s sleeve. He looked down at his little sister. “Yes’m?”

“Sir Sna-nakes-a-L-l-lot ‘s in-n the barn-n-n,” Banjey said softly. Harper sighed.

“And ya want me to go fetch ‘im?” he asked. Banjey nodded. “Fine. Don’t you four go nowhere,” Harper said, walking back into the barn. Banjey toddled over to Stan and beamed at him.

“L-l-like yer n-neckl-lace,” she said. Stan grunted. Banjey frowned, disappointed. She took a seat on the ground and began to pull up grass idly. Lute joined her, dropping the blades of grass on her head like confetti. A shadow fell over the two of them.

“Look, these guys are nice and all,” Stan said to Ford, the both of them looking away from their new foster siblings, “but they’re a bit weird.”

“Mr. McGucket was right, though,” Ford said. “We don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Maybe Jhessie can help us out.”

“I don’t think she will.” There was a small squeak. Stan and Ford looked over at Banjey and Lute. Or rather, where Banjey and Lute had just been. Now, there was only one of Banjey’s shoes there as evidence of their previous presence. “Where did they go?” Ford asked, looking around. Harper came out of the barn, carrying Angie’s stuffed animal snake, Sir Snakes-a-Lot. He looked around, frowning.

“Where’d Lute ‘n Banjey go?” Harper asked the twins. Stan and Ford shrugged. Banjey’s other shoe hit Harper on the head, making him look up. He gasped. “Sweet sarsaparilla, what is that?” Stan and Ford looked up as well.

“That’s an eyeball bat,” Ford said. “But we won’t be in real trouble unless- wait, no, yeah. Teeth is here.” The aforementioned demon was standing on the roof of the barn, holding Lute and Banjey in his tiny arms. Ford looked at Stan. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Stan said. Harper grabbed their hands.

“I don’t know what the two of ya are ready for, but it better be goin’ inside and gettin’ away from these- these demons!” Harper said. Stan pulled his hand out of Harper’s grip.

“You run. We’ll stay here and fight,” Stan said firmly.

“No, ya won’t! Yer kids!” Harper protested.

“Not for long,” Ford said.

There was a bright flash of light.

-----

Pa McGucket burst from the house, wielding his favorite shotgun, his wife close behind, similarly armed. He gaped at what he saw: a huge hole in the roof of the barn, patches of grass smoldering, an old oak tree that had been around for generations knocked to the ground, and two teenaged boys holding his youngest son and daughter. Pa McGucket cocked his gun and aimed it at the larger of the teens.

“Put the kids down,” he said in a steady, firm voice. “Now.” The teens exchanged a look before gently setting down Lute and Banjey. Lute rushed over to the rest of his family, but Banjey, bless her sweet soul, stared up at the teens in awe.

“Banjey, sweetling, get over here,” Ma McGucket hissed. Lute was already clinging to her leg. Banjey shook her head. Ma McGucket looked at Lute. “Lute, do ya know where the twins are?” Lute opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Pa McGucket spoke.

“Honey-bun, leave those strangers be,” Pa McGucket said to his young daughter. Banjey shook her head again.

“N-n-not stran-angers,” she said.

“Mr. McGucket, we really aren’t,” the slimmer of the teens said. Pa McGucket changed his gun to aim at him, and the teen instinctively put his hands in the air. Pa McGucket’s eyes, trained to notice subtle details, realized something was off about the hands. His gaze flicked over. When he heard his wife gasp, he knew she had seen the same thing. The young man had twelve fingers.

“Stanford?” Ma McGucket asked. The teen nodded. Pa McGucket slowly lowered his gun. He could recognize other things about them, now that he knew who they were. Stanley still had that mischievous spark in his eyes, and Stanford still held himself in a slightly stiff manner.

“I- I can’t believe this,” Pa McGucket said.

“Pa, I saw it happen,” another voice said. Pa McGucket turned to see his oldest son, Harper, walking toward them, holding Banjey’s favorite toy for some reason. “There was this big flash of light and then they were older ‘n me!” Harper said. “Saved Lute ‘n Banjey from some sort of demon things.”

“‘Some sort of demon things’,” Pa McGucket repeated. Harper nodded.

“We can explain more, if you want,” Stanford offered. Pa McGucket eyed the young man who, earlier today, had been five years old.

“You better,” he said flatly.

#Magical Kids AU #Gravity Falls OC #Gravity Falls AU #McGucket Family #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #Angie McGucket #(not tagging all the Gucks bc there are TOO MANY)#my writing #my stuff #ficlet #speecher speaks

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