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K hear me out, a wife! Reader x Alastor and Charlie finds out they had a kid when they were alive. (I don’t mind what the kids name is but make them young and passed due to Spanish flu, dark I know)

omg this has been sitting in my drafts so long, i love requests like this </3 im sorry if it seems rushed, i really wanted to finish it!

Mourning Dove

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You sat yourself unceremoniously at the bar in the hotel lobby, shoulders slouched and cheek squished against the cold countertop. You weren’t one for alcohol, but you didn’t mind the company of Husk. He didn’t say much unless prompted, but that didn’t bother you. It was nice, honestly, after a day of dealing with the others.

“Somethin’ the matter?” Okay. Nevermind about him not saying much.

“Hmm?” You responded, barely peeking up from your finger that dragged patterns in the surface you laid against. “I’m good.”

“You don’t look it,” Husk observed, and you knew he was referring to the discoloration of your eyes and the residual dampness of your cheeks from crying. Your hair was a mess, too. Yeah, you looked like shit. “Tough day?”

“I guess, yeah,” You sighed, pushing yourself up and leaning back in a stretch while your fingers gripped the countertop to steady yourself. “Just thinking about… Y’know.”

He didn’t pry, and you were thankful for that. Husk did know a little, actually, and knew better than to push for more details. After being stuck with Alastor for so long, with the guy owning his soul and all, he inevitably learned some deep shit about him and, by extension, you. He just grunted in response and went back to spot cleaning his bottles of booze.

“(Y/N)!” A chipper voice called your name, and you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. You thought you were done with all of this for the day, and you were so ready to just go to sleep. “I wanted everybody to join me for dinner today! We have a few new residents, so I want everybody to meet each other.”

You squeezed your lips to prevent a harsh word from responding to Charlie’s invitation. You were so tired. You feigned a weak smile and looked at her. You wanted to say no, to say you needed to sleep, but those huge, pleading eyes of hers caught the rejection in your throat. You tried to reason with yourself that Charlie doesn’t host stuff like this very often. It would just be one night. You’ll survive.

“Okay.”

She clasped her hands together and jumped on the balls of her feet, thanked you, and took off to find the next resident to invite. You held your head against your hand and you sighed dramatically. Husk looked at you from the corner of his eye, but opted to remain silent. You stood up after a few more minutes of quiet sulking, deciding you should fix yourself up for dinner.

In your room, you gently fixed your hair and threw on a casual outfit. Nothing super nice, just in case food started flying–knowing the antics of some of the hotel residents, it wouldn’t be a surprise.

You slowly made your way to the banquet room, which Charlie had installed for events like today. You could already hear the low murmur of small talk, and you were surprised to see a few new faces. Not a whole lot, just about five, alongside the familiar faces of your friends. Charlie’s hotel was, slowly but surely, becoming more successful.

You spotted Alastor quickly–he was hard to miss due to his height. You settled yourself in a chair next to him at a long table that Charlie had dragged into the room for everybody to sit at. You felt your skin prickle with the familiar sensation of static, which increased slightly as his attention turned towards you. He gave you a grin before focusing his eyes on the racket that was already picking up. You watched his smile curl, a bit sinister, as the sound of shouting caught your attention.

“-my fuckin’ business!” You picked up the tail end of Angel Dust fuming at Vaggie, one pair of arms crossed under his chest. He had a third hand on his hip, with his fourth hand jabbing an accusatory point at the woman in front of him.

“Guys, please!” Charlie pleaded, pressing her shoulder against Vaggie’s in an attempt to move her away from Angel. “I don’t want to scare my new guests away!”

“Tell this bitch to keep her nose outta my shit! I can’t have my fuckin’ life on the line because she doesn’t like my job!” Angel spat. There was a dangerous, maybe even frantic, look in his eyes. Before Charlie could say anything, Angel had spun around and stormed to the table. He ripped the chair out and slammed his body down. All four of his arms were crossed now as he glowered at the wooden tabletop.

You sighed, and felt a headache already forming.

Angel’s spirits quickly changed when Husk sulked into the room. He had his paws stuffed in his pockets, and glared at the air in front of him. He sat down at the other end of the table, but Angel was quick to stand up and saunter his way over to sit next to the cat. You couldn’t quite catch the flirtatious remarks that made Husk roll his eyes.

You observed them for a while, watching as Husk slowly grew more comfortable in the small talk he and Angel shared. He would never admit it, but you knew Husk didn’t hate Angel’s company. Husk seemingly said something about you to Angel that made him whip his head up to look at you. You quickly averted your gaze.

Charlie had been standing by her own chair, and a cough from her throat made the chatter die down. You didn’t really listen to the overly sappy speech she had started to give, your mind drifting away in absent thought. You picked your nails into the edge of the table, fidgeting with the light cloth.

Alastor caught your attention by lightly nudging his leg against yours. You trailed your eyes up to his, meeting his red gaze. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, and his grin twitched at the edges as he looked at your exhausted face. He tilted his head in a silent question.

You merely shook your head in response, and mouthed a quick “it’s nothing” and hoped that he wouldn’t press. He didn’t, but you knew he’d ask again in a private room.

Charlie sat down again, and Vaggie rubbed her shoulder, murmuring a silent praise. You dragged your eyes across the table, making note of the handful of new faces. None of them seemed to take Charlie very seriously, but that didn’t come as a surprise. They probably just liked free food.

The food in question seemingly materialized out of nowhere, and you chalked it up to her “princess of hell” type powers that she didn’t use very often. You smiled gratefully and, though you didn’t have much of an appetite, you started slowly picking at the plate in front of you.

The room once again began to rumble with small talk, but at some point the multiple conversations began to melt together until the whole table was talking to each other in one. Charlie was doing most of the heavy lifting with keeping the conversation going.

“-the deal with the Radio Demon and that gal next to him?” You perked your ears when you heard this reference to yourself. One of the new guests, some sort of lizard demon, had a finger pointed at the two of you. He had a slight country drawl in his voice. You saw Alastor’s smile widen when the attention of the table turned towards himself.

“My darling wife,” Alastor stated simply, briefly placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were closed as he smiled proudly. You silently nodded with a light, polite smiling. “We knew each other in life. It’s only natural for us to remain together. It would have been a shame for death to do us part.”

“Didn’t think you was the type…” The lizard said slowly, eyeing the two of you carefully. You didn’t blame him; what kind of nut job would marry the Radio Demon? Though, as Alastor said, you were married before Hell, and he wasn’t so… infamous back then. He was actually rather sweet, besides the whole serial killer thing–which, in your defense, you weren’t even aware of till he was shot to death.

“Didn’t think ya were the type to have a kid, either,” Angel piped up absently, one arm thrown lazily over the back of his chair. You watched as Husk tried desperately to shut him up as he continued to speak, but you barely heard the words over the sound of your heart picking up pace, and the increased radio frequency of Alastor’s. His body had stiffened and his eyes had shot open, quickly narrowing as his smile strained and curled dangerously, his gums visible in a snarl. His eyes were not on Angel, but on Husk, whose ears were flattened against his head and a nervous look in his wide eyes.

You weren’t really paying attention though, but you felt the intense tension and rapid prickling on your skin. Your breathing became more labored and you pointed your face to the table to try to hide the building tears in your eyes. You had tried so hard, all day, to push back the memories that kept threatening to resurface. What are the chances that on the same day, the topic was brought up, destroying the wall you had built to contain the anxiety, regret, grief…

You were kneeling by the wrinkled, messy sheets of the twin bed your son had been in for the past couple days. Your heart was tight, and you could barely breathe as you looked at him. He gazed blearily at the ceiling, following the path of the rocking fan. Every breath he took scratched at his throat, as if there were pebbles blocking the path. He barely had the strength to cough. His lips were dry and cracked, and his graying skin still had a flush of fever. You used a damp rag to clean the dried snot under his nose.

You had tried everything. Every recommended antibiotic, every treatment, therapy, exercise; nothing had worked. Nobody knew how to treat the illness. You had even tried to work with witch doctors that Alastor knew. You had spent so much of what little money you had trying to save your little boy.

Alastor was often gone during this time, being the one to go out and find something new to try. You never left the room, even when your husband tried to push you to go outside to stretch your legs or take a shower. He promised to watch over your son. But you just couldn’t, not with David laying on these dirty sheets, looking so frail, weak, and small. You had often called him little dove, and it made you sick to think that your nickname was now like a cruel adjective to describe his current state. A sick, frail baby bird. He had barely eaten in the past eight days, and you didn’t want to admit to yourself that any scratchy breath he took could be that last one.

You stiffened when his head rolled over towards you, and his eyes struggled to focus on you. His cracked lips grimaced for a moment, followed by a sharp, grating cough that made your heart drop and your eyes sting. You reached a shaky hand forward to smooth down his knotted hair.

“Am I going to be okay,” David said weakly. His voice caught on the tightness in his throat multiple times. “I feel really bad.”

“I know baby, but you’re okay,” You said tenderly, continuing to stroke his hair. “Your dad is getting you some new medicine. You’ll be okay.”

You were lying to him, and to yourself. But you couldn’t help but cling on to a morsel of hope–it was all you could do, really. David just looked towards you, his eyes flicking around slightly, unable to truly focus on anything.

“I’m tired.” He said. His breathing was labored.

“I know.”

Your emotions threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched him turn his head back towards the ceiling, eyes shutting. You didn’t want to cry; you couldn’t, not in front of him. You needed to stay strong for him.

You pressed the back of your hand to his burning forehead, and then trailed your hand to his chest, lightly pressing against him to feel his heartbeat. It was slow, and slowing. Your own heart picked up in response.

You heard the door in another room open, shut, and footsteps quickly pace towards the room. The door cracked lightly, and the tall, thin frame of your husband peeked in. He held a brown back tightly in his fist. With one look into your eyes, he knew something was wrong. Or, well, more wrong than usual.

You clenched your jaw to prevent any sob from escaping your lips as he sat the bag down on an end table and kneeled next to you, gripping your waist tightly as he looked at David. The boy’s breath had gotten dangerously quiet.

You watched as his eyes opened again.

“I’m tired.” He repeated, weaker this time.

Both you and Alastor leaned towards the bed, his hand on David’s leg as you gingerly lifted the boy’s head into your arms, pulling his light body towards yourself. You shifted yourself up into the bed with him, trying to wrap as much of yourself around your son as possible. You could feel his heartbeat getting slower with every weak breath he took.

“Sleep, then,” your voice trembled. You felt Alastor grip your shoulder, his other hand softly rubbing David’s arm. You couldn’t describe the expression on his face. “I’ll see you in the morning, little dove.” You lied.

“In heaven?” He responded. Your breath hitched at his words. He knew, somehow, that he was dying. How sick it was, for such a young boy to be aware of his impending death. How cruel God was.

“Yeah, I promise,” Was all you could muster. You worried that any more would destroy the dam that held back your tears.

It broke, though, when you felt David’s heart finally stop. You choked on a sob once, twice, before finally you started wailing. Screaming. You held a vice-like grip on the boy, both your arms and legs secured around him. Alastor was still quiet, but he had sat across from you on the bed and pulled you towards him, securing you and David’s still-warm body in an equally tight grip. You could feel his strained breathing and tight jaw against your head. He said something, but you didn’t hear him.

Your mind rushed back to the present when you felt a hand on your back. Your head whipped towards Alastor, who was looking at you. The table was dead silent, and there was still a look of rage in his eyes, but his smile held a softness that was only ever given to you. Your heart still beat strongly, and you struggled to breathe, but you were at least glad that your mind was still back in the present.

Evidently, barely any time had passed. Angel had a nervous look in his expression, which he tried and failed to mask as Husk cursed at him. Charlie was looking at you in worry.

“(Y/N),” She said softly. “...How come you never-”

“Truly, there is no point in speaking of life before death,” Alastor interrupted her, the usual cheer in his voice lilted by a masked emotion. You knew he felt the same grief as you, but he was a million times better at acting naturally. “What a waste of time and emotion.”

Alastor stood quickly, his hand trailing against your shoulders as he walked past you and towards Angel and Husk. Husk’s ears flattened to his skull again as Alastor loomed over them, hands behind his back as a smile twisted his features.

“Husker, my friend,” He said, the cat demon visibly flinching at the mention of his name. “Let’s take a walk.”

Husk didn’t move, and the room grew heavy with tension with every second as the sound of radio frequency got louder and somehow sharper. Alastor bent at the waist, his snarling smile inches away from the panicked expression on Husk’s face.

“Is the tomcat getting too old to hear?” You barely picked up Alastor’s words, but you definitely heard the threatening tone in his voice.

The cat swallowed hard before standing up. He shot one last infuriated look at Angel, before whipping his head back to attention when Alastor tapped his cane against the ground impatiently. The two of them left the room, and the tension in the air immediately lifted when the door shut.

Charlie startled you when she placed a delicate hand on your upper arm, and she guided you to your feet and out another set of doors. A weak smile touched her expression.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked as you both went up the stairs towards your hotel room. You shook your head silently at her offer. She only nodded back, and said nothing more. She opened the door to your room for you, and waited till you settled down in your bed before saying a string of comforting words that you didn’t really pay attention to. The door clicked softly, and you once again began to sob.

Only a few minutes passed before you felt your skin prickle with a static-like feeling. You had grown to find comfort in the odd sensation, and felt incredibly relieved when you knew Alastor was sitting next to you. You didn’t even hear him enter the room.

He pulled you wordlessly against his chest, lying the two of you down. You twisted yourself in his grip till your ear rested against him, listening to the odd drum of what you assumed was a heart.

“Has David been troubling you all day?” He asked you when your sobs slowed and you caught your breath. You nodded. Alastor rubbed a soothing hand on your shoulder blade. You recognized the tone of grief in his voice as he spoke. “What a pesky boy, even all these years later.”

You wrapped your arms tightly around Alastor’s neck as tears began flowing again.

Though you would never tell him, you often hoped Charlie’s idea of redemption would work. Your husband himself would likely never follow that path; you knew he saw no point and enjoyed the power he held in Hell. But, you wished every day to see your son again. To see your little dove.

You had promised him.

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writersdrug · 6 days

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Simon Riley x Dog Sitter! Reader pt. 3

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Warnings: mild cursing, boredom, thas really it

A/N: Holy shit I cannot believe how much love this is getting, and it's so much fun to write!! I've decided to makes this a fully fledged fic instead of just a drabble, and I'll be posting it on ao3 too! Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! Also sorry if formatting changes, I'm trying to have some sort of order among my writing.

Simon had never told you how long he'd be gone - which was fine, your flat was only a twenty-minute drive from his home, should you need to do laundry or get more soap. You had some freelancing logo-design work you could focus on in your downtime, and Simon had been gracious enough to leave a note on the coffee table with the wifi password. Truth be told, you imagined this would feel like a holiday: no more shitty bosses. You were your own boss, here. You could make your own schedule, as long as you made time for Riley.

You soon discovered, after moving into Ghost's house, that it was very much not a vacation. The interior of his home was so barren that it made you feel like you had been sent to an asylum. On your first day there, you managed to get a bit of freelance work done; after that, you tried watching the telly, but you couldn't drown the heavy restlessness in the back of your mind.

You decided to phone a friend.

"What's Riley like?" Leslie said through the phone, which was tucked under your ear.

"Military dog." You replied. You were lying on the floor next to Riley, stroking her fur as her head rested on your stomach. "So proper, I've never seen anything like it. You know- when I made breakfast today, I dropped some food on the linoleum- she didn't bat an eye. Girl just watched."

"That's amazing... you know Donald would have run to it like it was the first meal he'd been fed in years."

You laughed, making Riley's head bounce on your abdomen. "Mum has got to stop feeding them real food..."

"What about the client?" Leslie said, changing the subject. "Simon, was it? What's he like?"

"Honestly?" You began, scratching between Riley's ears. "A decent guy, don't get me wrong - but bland. Gruff. His apartment is, too."

"Just like ya mum always said." She snickered. "Can I see?"

You sighed. "Nah, I never checked if it was ok to bring people over. Not sure if he'd appreciate me giving you a tour. But I'll ask next time if you can visit."

"That's fair..." You heard her shuffling around on the other end of the line. "Well listen babes, I should get back to work. Got five left on my lunch break."

You groaned at the prospect of having to be alone in Simon's barren home again. "Alright... still on for this Thursday?"

"You know it! Nina's coming too."

You grimaced. "Whoop-tee-doo..."

"Oh, c'mon, I'll make sure she's civil. Love ya."

"She'd better be. Love you!"

The call ended with a click, and you let the phone slide from your shoulder with a sigh. You stared at the ceiling, running through what you could possibly do. You'd already had a shower at your flat before coming here, you'd done plenty of work...

Riley tilted her head up to look at you, sensing your frustration. You looked back down at her.

"What d'you and Simon do all day?" You asked.

She sighed and looked away.

Maybe it was time for a walk.

"Alright, Riley!" You said, pocketing your phone and sitting up. She scrambled up at the sudden movement; her eyes followed your every move as you stood, her stare expectant and excited.

"Fancy a walk?" You asked.

She whined and yapped, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

You chuckled. "C'mon, then - before you and I both start going insane."

On your way to the closet to fetch her leash, she had nearly knocked you down to beat you there. You huffed, leaning down to grab your shoes and tug them on. She sat (im)patiently and watched, her tail slapping against the wooden floor.

"Alright, alright..." You laughed, grabbing her leash and latching it onto her harness. She obediently trotted to the front door and sat, waiting for you. You opened the door and stepped outside, confused when the leash tugged in your hand. You looked back inside and saw that Riley hadn't moved from her seat on the floor. She looked at you, ears forward and eyes eager as she waited for... something.

You looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong, girl?"

She whined, pointing one foot up and thumping her tail against the floor.

Oh, right. Military dog.

"Okay, Riley." You said clearly, and she happily trotted out the door. You chuckled, locking the deadbolt behind you and beginning the much needed walk. She stuck right by your side, never passing you nor falling behind.

For the kind of gruff, admittedly shady man that Simon was, you noticed that he lived in a pretty nice area. If you told your mum where he lived, she'd blow a cap out of jealousy - the houses were neatly lined down the street, each one with a driveway and a small garden bed underneath the living room windows. Simon's was noticeably bare - Christ, even his grass was thinner than the other neighbors', how does one manage that?

You eyed his empty garden bed as you passed it. You wondered if he would let you plant a few things... just to liven up the drabness. A couple of Hostas, maybe some African Violets... you knew he wouldn't want too much colour, but he definitely needed something to brighten his home. Currently, it stuck out like a sore thumb against the other houses. Not to mention, it would give you something to slice through the boredom of staying here.

Eventually, the sidewalk led to the edge of a small patch of woods. A bridge stretched over the creek, which then led to a longer, winding path through the trees. You came to a halt, reading the sign next to the trail.

"Po-wee-hee-co park..." You mumbled and Riley stared at you with her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth. "Poeheko Park? You ever been here?"

She looked between you and the trail, sniffing the air. She licked her lips and whined.

"Suppose not, Simon's only ever dragged you around the block a few times, huh?"

She eyed the trail warily, but you could see her eyes brimming with eagerness and interest. You chuckled, reigning in her leash and starting over the bridge. "Time for an adventure!"

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Simon sat stoicly on the heli, eyes fixed on the wall across from him. His palms rested on his thighs, fingers splayed. He appeared calm and collected, focused on the mission that Priced had debriefed not too long ago.

Except, the mission couldn't have been further from his mind. He was thinking about you and Riley. We're you giving her enough attention? That was a dumb question; clearly you knew how much attention a dog needed. You'd done this before... but had you ever worked with a dog that had certain needs and medications? You never mentioned it during the interview, and he didn't remember to ask. What if you couldn't see the signs when Riley's pain was flaring up? What if you had forgotten that she needed pain medication?

He thought about texting you - but he quickly shut the thought down. He'd reserved texting for emergencies only, and he knew you were good at your job. There wasn't a moment of your life you hadn't spent around dogs, of course you would take perfect care of Riley.

"Honin' in, LT?" Soap's voice echoed through the coms as he took the seat opposite from Simon. He was relaxed, as if this was just another Friday for him - well, Simon supposed, it was.

"Always." Simon replied gruffly, focusing back on the mission at hand. He cleared his throat and flexed his fingers, trying to keep a cool composure.

"How's Riley doin'?" Soap asked. "Know I jus' seen 'er a few days ago, but- ye finally cave n' get someone to pet sit?"

Simon grunted. "'Course. Not gonna leave 'er alone that long, it'd be torture."

"Who'd ye get?"

"What's it to you?"

"Secret service? Ye snag one of the Royal Guards fer the job?"

"Jog on, Soap." Simon warned with a serious look, and Soap raised his hands in defense.

He couldn't tell Johnny about you. A fierce, possessive feeling in his chest told him not to. He knew Johnny had a thing for young, pretty things like you, and he refused to let you fall victim to his desires. In fact, he hated the thought of it.

But- who was he? Why was he being so protective over someone he barely knew? You were an adult, perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Why should Simon cockblock you and Johnny? So what if he wanted to shag you?

Mentally, he shook his head. No. Never. He'd lock you in his house if it meant keeping Jonny away from you. Even if Simon wasn't anything more than your client, he wasn't going to allow Johnny to get close to you. It would be too weird. You're his, after all.

...

Fuck.

He sighed and adjusted his position in his seat. You and Johnny didn't even know each other, for Christ's sake. He was overthinking all of this. You'd probably never even meet his team, why would you need to? You only ever have reason to spend time in his house, not on base. You just watch Riley, make breakfast in his kitchen, sleep on his couch, maybe his bed, if you're with the dog... using his bathroom, his shower...

He scowled at himself. Maybe hiring you was a huge mistake. You were too distracting.

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weirdmageddon · 7 months

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💿⚛️ davejade headcanons

sorry for leaving you guys waiting on this for like a week lol i kept being like “tomorrow for sure” but falling asleep but anyway here it is. i might add more to this if i think if anything but reblogs might not reflect the up to date source version so you can always find it here

most of these are pointing out stuff thats basically canon anyway but whatever lol. basically canon headcanons

dave tries to impress jade to get her attention because he likes her

this ones for you *misses hoop by 5 feet*

he doesnt mind jade’s inane riddles honestly. he isn’t perturbed by how she just knows things like rose is, because he doesnt think into it too far. he trusts her

he spends a lot of time indulging in her interests and showers her in his music and poetry

they draw things for each other a lot <3 jade has the pictionary modus and seems pretty good at drawing and of course dave sent her sbahj as furries in the mail. sending jpegs over the internet is BABY NONSENSE. real boys send their childhood friend/crush pictures they drew for them through the INTERNATIONAL POSTAL SYSTEM to an unspecified island in the middle of nowhere, pacific ocean that gets packages dropped by plane so the recipient can tangibly hold it and hang it in their room

actually i was going through the commentary and hussie addresses it as such:

“Also notice her SBaHJ furry poster, which was clearly a very thoughtful gift from Dave”

aww

jade would give dave a "cool" plushie of a tiger or something nd he keeps it on his desk . froot’s beautiful idea

he loves her plushie sensibilities. so much less unnerving than his bro’s phallic puppets. they're still soft but no cognitive dissonance this time about the softness coming from foam puppet ass hoorayyy

theyre still reading homestuck on act 4 but they understood them instantly

jade humors dave’s ironic cool facade because it makes dave feel more comfortable without feeling too exposed, but it’s because of this that he feels like he can open up to her because she isnt prying. (im still not over the smile here btw. only jade could make dave smile after a fucked evening where he spilled juice on his turntables and accidentally skewered an innocent crow with his sword and broke his window this mf is TYPING. also getting a bit of joy out of the fact that the only visible suit on his cards-themed bedcover in this panel is a heart)

but he knows that jade is not unaware of what he's hiding. couldnt even refute her lol

from the knight’s perspective, it’s “i’m not as [blank] as i appear. i want you know that about me if i know you well and trust you, or i DON’T want you to know that about me if i DON’T know you well. the reason is that i want to know that i can trust you to avoid turning my insecurity into a Whole Thing”

basically she allows dave to take initiative when HE feels comfortable and confident in sharing the things he’s self-conscious about. this really helps him be comfortable and form a strong bond with her

dave would wrap his arms around her to “ironically” imitate a pair of tangle buddy squiddles (while actually concealing genuine affection basically unbeknownst to himself) but he winds up looking just a little too into it for just an “ironic” bit yall……

jade is slower to realize her deeper feelings since she shows love to everyone (so long as theyre deserving of it!!!) it just hits her one day that she actually Likes him in a special way, while for dave it is more dynamic and gradual but very on the downlow, expressed in creative acts and services

once dave actually recognizes he’s really caught feelings for her down the line, dave and jade happily do the tangle buddies hug all the time. its like their handshake. its their weird couple thing

these two when together as a unit they do not give a shit about what other people think of them

this shit lol:

Creative Fucking Powerhouse the two of them

davejade ass song to me

jade is quite spacey and super appreciates dave’s level-headedness and steady pragmatism while at the same time not being a rigid stick in the mud about it. for example when they were acting as each others’ server players dave was advising her but it was appreciated by jade

sorry its just literally socionics duality LITERALLY THIS IS THEMMM (also i spent WAY too much time making these graphics and integrating texts from multiple sources please appreciate it)

fittingly with that, as ouroborista writes about the opposite space-time aspect dichotomy,

Space and Time are the fundamental Aspect pair. Their job is to make shit take place. To create novelty. Between them they span not only all of existence but also the inseparable twin approaches of any creative project. Space goes for breadth, for ideas, for expansive, holistic input, while Time goes for needlepoint focus and a rapid-turnover ability to pull through on the prompt. There’s a reason why these are the two Aspects necessary for any successful session of SBURB.

jade is literally always having a little giggle about him. dave is a funny guy. lame court jester ass boyfriend

he’d draw his post-ironic fursona and show it to her with the usual deadpan expression on his face, eyes obscured by his shades. but jade will look at it and when he sees her smile and laugh it makes it all worth it. his cheeks feel warm and he’ll smile slightly like “heh heh”. dave the type to smile like an idiot over anything jade does like his mouth keeps making a thin line and hes trying to fight it but . Jade

dave thought jade looked absolutely stunning in her 3 in the morning dress his mouth probably stupidly hung open the tiniest amount seeing her after swapping into it

of course she only wears it for what she considers "very special occasions"…..spending time with dave seemed to be a very special occasion :)

jade think dave looks sharp in his suits!!

imagine jade adjusting daves crooked bowtie and lapel and his palms start to sweat and he darts his eyes from behind his shades and chews the inside of his cheek she making him nervous bro 💯

jade is definitely the teaser and dave is the teased. still i dont think jade teases dave as much as john and rose which is why he feels more comfortable opening up to her about his shit. her teasings are much lighter and inconsequential

despite how funny and informal he is dave is a classy well-put-together romantic. he is responsible and harmonious in how he choses to present himself. remember when he got secondhand embarrassment from rose when she was drunk before her date with kanaya and he suggested to her and kanaya that the two reschedule? … he’d NEVER do something like that. sober. suit is ON. hair is neatly combed. he is right on time, not too early not too late, and his first words are “yo whats up”

dave has this designated driver energy about him

after dogtiering jade’s dog ears can perk and flatten, adding even more expressiveness

jade has so many hobbies and interests i think she’d get dave into horticulture somehow unironically

theyre both the kinda mf to ask “would you still love me if i were a worm”

dave’s hands are warm

jade’s skin can be cool to the touch in some places like the back of her arms or shoulders and dave places his hands there to warm them. or by rubbing them or something

idk just some associations space is cool and time is warm to me. the vaccuum of space is cold and time is associated with gears which are associated with generating heat and dave’s classical element is fire and jade’s is earth and her planet is initially covered in snow and daves is covered in lava idk…. just makes symbolic sense i guess but its also cute in its own right

dave would love going to the beach with jade on earth c cause the ocean is so boob i mean boob i mean boob i m,ean boob i mean SHIT . blue. blue

this Fucking animation bro

she infodumps about science and he sits his ass down to listen

jade does this (excuse the fact that the url is roselalonde)

#homestuck #davejade #dave strider #jade harley #headcanons #spacetime #hs

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folklore-girl · 4 months

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ek ladki bheegi bheegi bhaagi si — a short story

a/n: okok so i tried my best for you @androgynous-pavbhaji <3 since this is your secret santa gift? im so sorry for posting this so late, this was supposed to come out a long time ago.. but ig happy new year? hope you like this!

word count: 0.6k

warning(s): bad writing, cringe dialogues + a shitty asf story in general :( im so so sorry.

raindrops splattered on the sidewalk as i hurriedly made my way to the bus stop, my clothes drenched from the downpour. my hands held up my handbag to shield my head from the rain and to try and deflect some heavy raindrops, but all in vain. for the millionth time, i cursed my stupid self for not carrying an umbrella, even though we were deep in winter, and there was no way I could’ve predicted this. i still should have.

and, to top it all, i was horribly late to my bus.

when i reached the bus stop a thousand years later, my shoes were soaked and my head was in an overdrive. i noticed a guy—probably my age—waiting at the stop too and decided i should probably wipe the mess off my face.

so, i took out my napkin, just to drop it on the ground like an absolute idiot. and as i bent to pick it up, the guy on the right offered me his napkin, in spotless white.

i was scared. not of the guy, but of ruining his napkin by using it. he saw me hesitate and said, “arey, it’s fine. i have spare.”

“pakka?” i asked, uncertainly.

“yup,” he said and i thanked him, smiling.

he smiled back. and i thought, wow. i guess men aren’t all bad, then.

i took the napkin from him and dabbed my face with it gently, still scared to damage it. when i was giving it back, he said “it’s ok, you can keep it.”

“you sure?” i asked again.

“yes!!” he laughed, “it’s alright, you know. i don’t bite.”

“no, but, i’m not used to all this,” i gestured with my hands and his eyebrows rose in confusion. “kindess?” i finished lamely.

“well then, you will be soon,” he winked and i looked away because i was in a loss of words.

meeting a decent man made me feel like i was in some other dimension, some dream where kind strangers were real and not a thing to read in tumblr posts and fawn over.

by now, my heartbeat had slowed down and my breaths were much less frantic, so we talked about our buses.

“oh, me too,” he smiled, “we’re both going to mumbai.”

“that’s nice,” i smiled as the bus approached the stop, “i bet the ride is gonna be fun.”

he smiled, “hopefully.”

we hauled up our luggage and sat in the bus, me in the window seat with him by my side.

we talked for almost the entire ride there, exchanging our names and talking shit about distant relatives (my lord, we had the same type of humour). and when we grew bored of talking, we both decided to do something else. he plugged in his earphones and i found out that i couldn’t find mine anywhere.

i looked out of the window and i could tell it was going to be a long road.

he noticed and offered to share his wired ones. feeling utterly helpless, i gave in.

later, we discovered that our music tastes were very similar and i soon found myself scooting closer to him as we listened to his playlist together.

by the time shuffle lead us to ‘i guess i’m in love’, i knew the feeling burning up in my chest, threatening to spill over. it was beautiful and warm, like sunlight filtering in through the curtains. like the first day of spring, my heart was blooming and after a long time, i felt the butterflies.

but it couldn’t be, could it?

i woke up to the sound of mumma calling my name. i’d fallen asleep with my head in my arms, crossed on the windowsill while rain poured outside and my chai grew colder with each passing minute. right next to it, my phone had just finished playing the song “ek ladki bheegi bhagi si” on my wired earphones and suddenly the surreal scenario in my head made sense.

i guess it was a dream, after all.

xoxo

#. ༉‧₊˚ — her writings !#desiblr secret santa 2023 #dss2k23 #desiblr #desi aesthetic #desi tumblr #desi tag #writers on tumblr #female writers #writeblr #writing #moodboard #bollywood

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elsfairy · 1 year

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COOKING with Sevika;

I'd love to cook with her, what the fuck?

• At any given point, she will try distracting you. Either that being playing with your hair when you're mixing the ingredients for your cookies. Or taking, and hiding the things you needed.

• Will laugh watching you struggle to find whatever she tries to hide on the top shelf. Not your fault you're short as shit.

• Eventually she will help you.

• Can't help but find it amusing and adorable when you get excited about those stupid cookie cutters she bought you. (you were eyeing them up for weeks)

• Sevika loved cooking with you, but ask that woman to crack an egg she will walk away. She didn't like the feeling of it. The texture made her skin crawl. For you though? she would do it, somehow.

• Has a serious habit of hitting you on the ass with that stupid spatula. You weren't sure why, but she loved doing it. You didn't mind though.

• Secretly enjoys making cupcakes with you more than cookies, but just seeing how happy you are, makes her happy. So she is down to make anything with you. Again, but no touching eggs.

• Has a HUGE habit of rubbing the cookie/cake batter over your face. Literally anywhere she can find space, she is right there with it, waiting. She was indeed a brat when it involved cooking with you.

• "Hey, you look pretty hot with that stuff on your face sweetheart"

• Sometimes it didn't even have to be baking. Sevika was actually a really good cook, so some nights you would just be in the silent kitchen in each others presence, cooking your dinner.

• You can guarantee whatever plays on the radio, Sevika will hum along while adding those stupid (yet cute) sparkles on her cookies. She loved it secretly.

• Cooking and baking always made you miss your family, so she would be right there wrapping her arms around you, reassuring you that it's okay.

• The days you didn't feel like cooking because you weren't feeling okay, Sevika would do everything in her power to at least get you into the kitchen, just to be there with her. She loved when you were around. You always agreed because well, you loved her and loved seeing her happy.

• She was always the one to accidently burn herself when using the stove or oven. Literally every single time.

• "Most scariest woman in Zaun, and you can't handle this?" You always teased her with no doubt.

• She is the type to admire you from afar when you're zoned out in your own world.

• Holds you, even after you're both done with making food.

• Steals more cookies from the tray for later when you're not looking. You aren't that blind though. You know her antics, in & out.

• Tells you over and over that you always make the best food/treats, even though you tell Sevika that she was in fact the better cook between the two of you guys.

• The rest of the night is just spent cuddled up together, eating your cookies and listening to the rain against the window.

Note; I'll be honest. Im slowly losing my shit. As much as i would love to be able to, i cannot fathom on how to write a full 3/4k word fucking Sevika x Reader imagine. For the ever loving Christ, i cannot get into doing one. It starts off fine, then my ADHD will come out, and i will end up writing a bunch of random words and end up stressing myself out. Head canons for me, are easier because this way i can somehow make it make sense? i think, idk. The small imagines are fine but when it comes to actually writing one with a full plot, adding more characters, set fucking scenes? i panic because i am very insecure with my writing, how it looks and sounds. I also fucking suck at writing smut. So there is that :/ Last night i deleted like 5 drafts because it just downright sucked ass. I've been staring at my cooking with Sevika head canon for 3 hours (This one) and im just loosing my fucking mind, because i feel like it's just not good enough but oh well, enjoy it. Sorry for the rant.

#sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika headcanon #sevika imagine

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ibelongto-tylergalpin · 2 years

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Could you do a Steve Harrington HC where the two of you take all the kids to the pool? They could tease you about being mom and dad 🥺

SLAY IM BACK!!! idk for how long tho cause my motivation to write is disappearing and appearing every few days so LETS HOPE ITS BACK FOR A GOOD AMOUNT OF TIME (also this has been in my drafts forever im so sorry it took so long) also this was not proofread just like any of my other shit and its 3:30 am so sorry if the end kinda sucks I TRIED.

~It was almost the end of summer, and you could tell that the kids were miserable

~Mainly because El and Will had just moved to California and they had no idea when they would see each other again, but also because school was starting soon and they didn’t wanna go back yet

~You were sure that they were at home with the windows open and multiple fans on because it was a little over 90 degrees out, so Steve called Dustin and invited him and the rest over to his house to chill in the pool since his parents were gone for the week

~Before you knew it everyone was at the front door with their towels and swim suits (Everyone meaning Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Robin)

~As everyone was waiting for the bathroom so they could change, Dustin was bothering Steve because he had no good snacks

~After a few minutes of Dustin’s nagging, Steve eventually gave in and told everyone that Robin was in charge while the two of you went to the grocery store

~The two of you were walking down the aisles, Steve pushing the cart while you grabbed chips and drinks. You also got things to make sandwiches for everyone when they get hungry and ice cream.

~You guys went to the register, paid, and left, but not before the cashier told you guys how cute the two of you looked together

~Steve trying to hide his beet red face>>>>>>>

~You guys got back to his place and saw that everyone was already in the pool

~“I thought I told you guys to wait for us?!”

~“You guys took too long” Lucas said as he shrugged

~“Where’s Robin? She’s supposed to be watching you guys”

~All of a sudden, Robin popped out of the water, causing Steve to scream

~“God, Robin! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

~“Nice shriek, Harrington. Very manly.” Robin said as she swam backwards towards the deep end where Max was relaxing

~You went inside and started putting the chips in bowls and you put the drinks in a cooler while Steve was getting changed. You were going through your backpack trying to find your swimsuit (shout out to everyone who can’t find shit in their bags because its like a bottomless pit)

~You finally found it and as you did you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist

~“Hey beautiful”

~“Hey handsome” You said as you turned around and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck.

~“How did I get so lucky? You’re so amazing”

~“I know I am” You said as you rested your head on his chest. He pulled you closer and gripped you tighter as he rested his chin on your head.

~“And I’m...?”

~“Fishing for compliments” you said, teasing him

~“C’monnn” he whined

~“Fine. You’re amazing too. And very gorgeous. And you’re the perfect boyfriend. Happy?”

~“Very” You could hear his smile

~“Y’know, it’s really sweet of you to do this for the kids. It’s cute that you care about them”

~“Those little shits are nothing but trouble. I only did this cause I knew you felt bad for them.”

~“Yeah, sure. It’s okay to admit it Steve. You care about them. After everything we’ve been through with them, they’re like family. I know you love them.”

~He stayed silent for a second, not wanting to admit it

~“I hate it when you’re right”

~“Well then you must hate me all the time”

~Steve broke away from the hug and lifted your chin so he could kiss you. The two of you stood like that for a few seconds before you heard a soda can pop open next to you. You looked to the side and you saw Dustin standing there watching you guys

~“Dude. How long have you been standing there?”

~“A loooong time. You guys are cute. It’s disgusting”

~“Get out of here before I kick your ass, Henderson”

~“Steve! Don’t be rude” you scolded your boyfriend

~“He completely ruined our moment!”

~“Doesn’t mean you can threaten him with bodily harm!”

~“Uh oh! Mom and Dad are fightinggg!” Dustin yelled as he walked back to his friends in the pool

~“I’m sorry, what? Mom and Dad?” You said as you walked over to them

~“Yeah. Y’know since the two of you are always looking out for us. You’re the mom, Steve’s the dad.” Mike explained

~“Yeah and Robin’s like the cool aunt” Max added

~“Wow, high praise” Robin said as she floated towards Max and fist bumped her

~“That’s insane. We’re not your parents”

~“Obviously, but whenever we’re out you’re parents of the group. Y’know?” Dustin said, trying to explain

~You just stood there not knowing what to say so you went inside to change

~When you finally got in the pool you were relaxing in the shallow end with Robin and Max while Steve was messing around with the boys.

~After a little while Steve and Lucas called you and Max over and suggested that the 4 of you play chicken fight (that one game where someone is on another persons shoulders and you have to knock down the other team)

~You get out of the pool and force Robin to help you make the sandwiches for everyone

~When everyone’s eating all the kids are like “Thanks mom”

~“I’m gonna push you all in the pool if you keep that shit up.”

~After you’re all done eating you sit there and talk for a bit before getting back in

~Since you were still a little full, you decided to just chill on a pool-floatie and listen to music on your walkman

~You couldn’t relax though, seeing as the boys were starting to get rough again

~“Lucas! Stop throwing water in Dustin’s eyes!”

~“Mike! Be careful! The floor is wet and I don’t want you slipping!”

~“Max! Stop trying to drown your boyfriend!”

~“Dustin stop laughing at Max trying to drown Lucas!

~“Y/nnnnn! Lucas shot me in the eyes with a water gun!”

~“Lucas! What did I say about getting water in Dustin’s eyes?!

~“Steve! Y/n! Help!”

~You and Steve immediately jumped into the pool and swam over to Dustin who was yelling and when you got over he said he got a cramp and that he was okay now

~“I swear to god, Henderson”

~You were lounging on one of the chairs by the side of the pool, finally getting the peace and quite that you wanted, since the kids had started playing Marco Polo

~You just sat there relaxing when Steve went up to you and tried to snuggle up to you

~“Steve! You’re all wet!”

~Instead of getting up he re-positions the two of you so that your legs are to his sides and he’s laying in between them against your chest

~“Ugh I swear to god, Harrington, you’re lucky you’re cute”

~He didn’t say anything in response, instead he just dug his head deeper into your chest and started rubbing circles on your thighs

~The two of you just laid there in a comfortable silence... that was until-

~“OW! SON OF A BITCH!”

~You and Steve immediately jolted up to see what had happened and who had gotten hurt

~You saw Mike on the floor clutching his ankle as Lucas and Dustin scrambled out of the water to run to him

~“What the hell happened?!”

~“I was running to get the water gun so I could shoot Lucas and I slipped and fell. Fuck, it really hurts. I think I broke it”

~“No, you didn’t break it” You said as you examined his ankle. “You probably just sprained it. What’d I tell you about running around the pool, Mike? It’s slippery as fuck! You’re lucky it’s just a sprain”

~You told Steve to run to get the first aid kit in the house, hoping there’d be something to wrap his ankle in. You used to work at the public pool over the summer sometimes so you knew exactly what to do in this situation

~Steve came running back with the first aid kit and you quickly but carefully wrapped Mike’s ankle

~You all decided it’d be best to go inside since the sun was starting to set and they would have to be home soon.

~Once everyone had gone home, you and Steve were laying down in his bed

~“You’re so great with those little shits, y’know? You’re gonna be a great mom to our future kids someday”

~“Our future kids?”

~“I mean, yeah... unless you don’t see us together in the future? Shit, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget it hap-”

~“How many?”

~“Huh?”

~“Our kids. How many?”

~“Oh, I don’t know. I always dreamed of having a big family. Having 5 or 6 little nuggets kinda running around”

~“6?! God damn, Harrington, my poor vagina”

~He let out a laugh and pulled you closer into his chest

~“I mean it doesn’t have to be 6. I could settle for 3″

~“3′s a good number”

~“3 it is. 2 girls and a boy”

~“We’d be awesome parents someday.”

~“Yeah, someday”

#steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington can step on me #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #ST #st3 #steve harrington has a breeding kink

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buttonmillipede · 1 year

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Lego monkie kid

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Mk x gn six eared S/O °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

💞 !romantic!

Ok, so to explain this.

S/O has six ears like macaque but they are not a monkey so they just have six elf ears that can hear from miles away.

I also wanna mention the S/O acts like macaque before he was k worded by sun. (if you don’t agree how I think he acted before then that’s fine)

i’m bad at writing so sorry 😭

MK 🏵️

When you first met

Well..he didn’t know about your ears at first, but to be fair you did walk into pigsy with your ears covered.

He did get a little confused how you knew certain things and how you knew when someone was around…so to say the least he didn’t really understand you.

But he did appreciate you because you got him out of doing stupid stuff. (you also saved him from getting kidnapped a LOT)

You 100% jump scare him at least once.

He loved how theatrical you were very much a theater kid but sometimes he doesn’t really understand your sarcasm 😭 (autism I don’t take criticism)

But oh boy when he first saw them he was mesmerized by them…..it kinda freaked you out by how quiet he was.

“Mk….are you ok?…mk…mk…hes broken…..MK!..”

“Huh! Oh im so sorry i didn’t mean to stare”

“do you not like them?”

“what no! I love them, you look so beautiful-”

“Mk calm down I was just teasing”

Blushy boy 🤭

When you start dating

Lots of cuddles and when I say lots I mean LOTS.

My man is touch starved.

He also does this thing where he whispers into his hands…..which looks weird when you see him doing it, but he does it because he knows you can hear him….you can tell he’s saying something cute or dorky cause you will just a be bright red or you would be struggling to hide your smile.

sometimes he does accidentally yell a little bit too loud, or brings you into loud spaces but right when you mention it, he will immediately help you and apologize.

10/10 boyfriend material 🫣

He has nicknames for you

Starlight and

plum (oh shit- 😨….can you tell what ship I like? 😭)

When he introduced you to sun Wukong 👀

Well it was…interesting…

Sun was immediately put off by you and tried to avoid talking to you.

Mk was confused.

And you were being…well you.

At the end sun didn’t mind you but would never wanna see you again, you gave him far to many flashbacks.

When you meet macaque

OK so I can see this going two ways.

Either he tries to manipulate or he hates you so he tries to put you down (before season 3)

he even calls you his little warrior throughout the 3 seasons which MK wasn’t the happiest about since..yk 😭

But your snarky and stubborn ass will beat that edgy monkie man’s ass.

he projected onto you a lot 😒

After season three, I could see him trying to avoid you, but after a while, he will come back.

I could honestly see you guys becoming friends the overdramatic theater kid duo.

~End~

Sorry if this was short im honestly really tired, if you want to request me im open to anything.

#lmk x reader #lmk mk x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk #lego monkie kid headcanon #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid mk x reader #lego monkie kid mk

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80pairsofcrocs · 1 year

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baby scarab || 59

@divejffsgvdhv - omg just thinking about layla finding out about bebe scarab and casper. then that talk with the moon boys, layla and yn. 😮‍💨

-🧞‍♀️

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anon - what is there was a thing like a flooded kitchen and mk system and y/n fail at everything miserably and then layla pulls up liek “tf?” and fixes everything thing then asks “how did you ppl survive without me gd” and it’s just sort of a nostalgia chapter with all the early chapter vibes of mk system and y/n flashbacks

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A/N : DAMN these requests are from A WHILE ago!! glad im getting them done :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mentions of sex, memories!! let me know if i missed anything.

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you somehow woke up earlier than everyone else.

on a school day too, nonetheless.

so you decided to try and make breakfast for your parents.

key word is tried.

there was currently a fire blazing on a pan of burnt whatever the fuck you were making in the sink, while you ran to turn off the stove.

the smoke alarms went off, and you heard two alarmed voices.

“y/n! what happened?! are you okay?!” “oh shit! fire!” “por favor dime que no te quemaste, nena” all three of your fathers exclaim all at the same time, while layla rushed in after.

jake ends up fronting out of panic, and helps to put out the fire while layla waves a towel around the smoke detector, effectively shutting it off.

“i’m sorry i just wanted to make breakfast for you guys for letting me take a couple days off school-“

“hey don’t apologize. wait, since when do you do anything for us?” marc asks jokingly as jake lifts the burnt pan up to inspect it once the fires out.

“hey!” you start accusingly. “i do stuff for you all the time” you defend, to which marc raises an eyebrow through a mirror.

“i asked you to pick up your dirty clothes off the floor and you told me to stick it up my ass and then you shot webs in my face” marc deadpans and layla laughs before coming up to join you guys.

“you two need to be nicer to each other. i mean, hey, at least this kitchen hasn’t looked worse right?” she asks rhetorically, making you and steven make eye contact through a mirror.

~~~

"so? what's going on?" steven asks. you smile and set your phone face down on the table, your hand still resting on it. "casper doesnt need surgery, which is great since he wouldn't have to take the risk of his scoliosis getting worse." you shortly explain.

steven chuckles. "oh, that's great! i'm happy for him" he says, and you go to put your phone in your pocket but notice it won't come off your hand.

"y/n? you good?" steven asks, noticing your issue. "it wont come off" you tell him, shaking your hand to try and get your phone off.

"kid, quit joking around and eat your dinner" marc tells you from the reflection on the table.

"i'm not joking around! it wont come off" you grit out at him, holding your hand out to steven.

"pull it off" you waves your hand, and steven hesitates in doing so, but grasps the free end of your phone and tugs lightly, surprised that it wont come off.

"what in the bloody hell-" he starts, tugging harder while you're pulling back as well. "did you stick your phone in glue?"

"no! i dont know whats going on!" you exclaim worriedly.

with another strong pull from each of you, it finally comes off, making you and steven almost fall back in your chairs. you touch your hand to the table and notice that it doesn't stick. you look scared and confused at steven whos touching your phone.

"its not sticky. what on earth.." steven trails off, sliding your phone to you from across the table. "that was strange" marc points out.

you keep forming you hand into a fist trying to see if your fingers would stick, but you get nothing. you shakily sigh and nod to yourself while going back to eating.

"y/n-"

"please pretend that didn't just happen" you request. "i don't even know what the hell just happened"

steven nods slowly, and goes back to his plate as well. the rest of the dinner being quiet, unusually quiet.

~~~

after dinner was a mess. you made a mess while helping steven clean up.

first it was when you pulled a drawer open to put clean silverware in it, and yanked it right out of the counter, silverware flying everywhere.

the next was when you were washing your dishes and you went to turn the water off, and ended up ripping the handle off and caused water to start spraying everywhere.

and the last? well it didn't exactly make a mess, more like stop one from happening.

steven had almost dropped one of your glass cups while you were turned around, but a tiny ringing in your head made you turn around and catch it right as he dropped it.

you were having a weird day, ripping drawers out of your counter, tearing off part of your sink, the whole phone incident, and now catching something you didn't even see fall.

and as of now, you were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest while holding onto your khonshu stuffed animal. steven insisted you go take a couple minutes to rest while he cleaned up.

you felt terrible.

steven doing all the work, cleaning up your messes. it wasn't fair, you should be there helping him, but you're stuck here after what just felt like a fever dream.

"child, why do you look like that?" khonshu says from on top of your dresser, slouching so that there's about an inch between the top of hi head and the ceiling.

"rude" you scoff, hanging on tighter to the soft fabric in your arms. "not like that. why are you frustrated?" he rephrases.

you sigh and lean your head on your knees. "there is something wrong with me" you mumble.

"yesterday i complained about my backpack being heavy and i literally ripped a drawer out of a counter." you take a shaky breath. "that's not normal. nothing about what just happened out there is normal!" you reply, close to shouting out of stress.

"calm down child, you'll be okay" khonshu does his best to comfort you. you're thankful for that, even though he sucks at it.

you squeeze the plushie impossibly tighter, calming your nerves.

"is that.. the tiny, soft version of me?" khonshu asks, pointing to the tiny soft version of him that is in fact in your arms. you nod and purse your lips. "yep"

"its ugly" he insults.

"you're ugly" you retort.

khonshu gasps. "take that back, mortal"

"you first" you wrap your hands around the plushies neck "i will strangle you just like i'm strangling this" you threaten.

"you wouldnt"

"i would"

"yeah? well you're small" khonshu insults again, standing up to try and intimidate you with his size. you weren't going to lie, you were very small compared to him.

"you're just a tree" you respond, getting up as well, leaving the plushie on the bed.

"i bet you can't even touch the ceiling!" khonshu starts laughing at you, tapping the ceiling with the giant moon stick he carries every where.

"oh yeah? watch me" you jump up a couple times, finally touching it the third. "see? you.. yo-you.." you trail off. you look down and see that your feet aren't touching the ground. you dart your head up, and see that all the pads of your fingers are stuck to the ceiling.

you look to khonshu, who seems as surprised as you are. your bottom lip shakes, and you try to get your hand off the ceiling, when you hear your door open.

"hey, y/n how are you fee-" steven freezes.

"help me" you say. "now. please. fuck-" you try to pry your hand off.

"alright kid, hang on" marc was fronting now. he reaches a hand up to your wrist and tries to pull it off, this time coming off easier than your phone did.

you would have fallen if marc hadn't caught you. taking his hands off your waist once he knew you wouldn't fall, he takes your hands in his and looks them over.

"marc..?" you now look visibly shaken up. "what the fucks going on?" you ask yourself.

"i'm as clueless as you are" he answers, letting go of your hands. "maybe you should see a doctor." he suggests and you shake your head.

"they are going to put me in an asylum" you shake your head more. "this!-" you gesture to your hand" -this, is not normal!" you start freaking out.

"i was just sticking to the ceiling marc. THE CEILING!" you tell him, and you stretch your arms out in a t-pose. "if i go to a doctor, they are going to transport me to area 51!" you finish and you feel a tingle on your wrist and a 'thwip' noise.

you jerk your head to the right, seeing as it was your right hand that tingled, and see what looks like a spider web stuck to your wall, a couple strands still connected to your wrist.

you slowly look to marc again, whos staring at the web in utter shock. "that just came out of you" he mutters.

"don't say it like that" you cringe. "but yeah. it did" you say in a quieter tone.

marc claps his hands all of a sudden and points at you, making you jump. "you were bit. by a spider." he says and you nod. "those are spider webs" he points to the webs on your wall.

"wheres that spider?"

"gone. reduced to atoms" khonshu cuts in. you and marc look at each other in confusion.

"is that a metaphor...?" you ask, looking back to the bird

"no, child. i destroyed it" he answers slamming his stick on the ground.

"like completely destroyed it? or just like kind of destroyed it?" you try to get him to elaborate.

"i crushed it."

"then what?"

"i saw a bird eat it"

"was the bird you?"

"no"

"is this an important conversation?" marc interrupts. "okay, so until you get this under control don't touch anything, alright?" marc directs towards you, and you nod, completely lost.

"until then.. i don't know." he shrugs. "i got nothin'" he finishes.

"what?! what do i do?! i have school tomorrow!" you try to remain calm.

"hey hey hey, calm down" marc says, and he puts a hand on each of your shoulders. "for now just try to control it a bit, okay?" he tells you, and you nod.

"alright, good, lets go sit down" he leads you to your kitchen table and gets out some sticky notes and a pen.

you sit down in the same spot you were for dinner, and marc sits down in the chair next to you. "so what exactly is happening?" he asks, getting ready to write.

"i ripped the handle off the sink"

"right. maybe its some form of super strength" marc starts scribbling on the paper.

"i was hanging onto the ceiling by my fingers" you deadpan.

"sticky hands" he writes down and you scoff. "'sticky hands?' what are you 5?" you say sarcastically. marc gives you a look. "yes. now what else?"

you hold your arm out again, and this time webbing shoots out of your wrists and towards the mirror steven was freaking out in. "web wrists" marc writes down.

"you're a child" you acuse.

marc doesn't answer, just looks at the paper in contemplation. "do the webs.. do they come out of anywhere else?" he hesitates.

you gape at him. "i sure hope not!" you smack marc in the shoulder, and of course, your hands sticks and you sigh.

"just think about it coming off" marc suggests. "what do you think i'm doing, idiot?"

"don't call me an idiot" marc warns, and you give one final yank and your hand comes off his sleeve, you both sighing out of relief.

~~~

“yeah, totally” you agree, making layla raise an eyebrow.

“anyways, i’m sure you’ve left trash in places though” she starts. “especially you, marc”

“well i’m not the one who stuffs wrappers in people’s pockets” marc looks towards you, which makes you scoff.

~~~

"hey kid, i-" marc started, but stopped when he realizes you weren't even in the room anymore. "you didn't see her leave?" marc asks steven and he shakes his head.

"we were busy talking how was i supposed to know she was going to leave?!" steven freaks out, and notices khonshu was gone as well.

"well at least khonshu is with her" steven points out. the two are silent for a moment. "i feel like that's even worse than her being alone" steven says and marc nods along.

there's a crash from the kitchen and marc looks towards you door. "oh sweet mother of god.." marc gets up off your bed and hastily makes his way out of your room where he sees khonshu perched on top of one of your kitchen counters.

marc gives the bird a questioning look, and khonshu responds by pointing at the counter that marc couldn't see behind, referring to the fact that you were probably over there.

so with a sigh, marc makes his way over behind the counter quietly, and sees you eating pop tarts with your knees to your chest.

"kid" marc starts, crouching down next to you. "what are you doing?" he asks and you look to him with distress written all over your face.

"khonshutoldmethatimgoingtolayeggslikeaspiderandidontwanna-"

"don't talk with your mouth full" marc tells you, so you nod and swallow your food before speaking again.

"khonshu told me that i'm going to lay eggs like a spider and i dont wanna lay eggs that so gross" you slur out, shoving more of your pop tart into your mouth as marc turns to glare at khonshu.

"y/n, darling, you aren't going to.. lay eggs. don't listen to him." steven tells you from the windows reflection. you nod at him and yawn, finishing your pop tart and reaching over to stuff the wrapper in marcs pocket.

"why- nevermind." marc starts, ignoring the fact that you just used him as a garbage can. "come on, back to your room" he hooks an arm under your already bent legs and another around your shoulders, lifting you up carefully and with ease before walking back to your room, you being dead silent the whole time.

he carefully sets you down on your bed, and you immediately go to hug your pillow tightly. marc sighs and covers you with a thin blanket, since he didn't want you over heating and moving your taweret plushie so that its in front of you if you need it.

"marc?" you rasp out with your eyes now closed. "yeah?" he answers, and you sigh.

"i don't feel good" you murmur, burying your face in your pillow. "i know, just get to sleep and i promise you'll feel better when you wake up" marc tells you and you sigh tiredly again.

"promise?" you meekly ask him and he smiles slightly.

"promise"

~~~

layla sighs. “both of you just help me clean this up at least, there’s burnt.. whatever that is all over the floor” she says in disgust.

you and marc exchange glances before doing so.

layla ended up making you scrape the burnt stuff off the pan, and she made marc sweep up the floor.

all while she sat there and watched.

that’s just your mom for you though, it was a lesson learned.

you spotted a small dye stain on the counter though.

it was red.

from when you dyed your hair like months ago, the colors of your suit.

you smile thinking of the memory, but mentally cringe when you realize how faded it now is.

~~~

"y/n darling, why do you have so many colors?" steven asks, digging deeper in the box to find just about every color of the rainbow and more.

"because i'm quirky like that. now help me pick which ones i should do" you suggest and steven nods.

"you should do red and blue. like your suit" jake starts and you smile at the thought.

"that's actually not a bad idea" marc says, and steven picks up both the red and blue boxes, holding them out to you.

"let's get it started then" you start, taking the boxes and moving to the kitchen sink.

"it won't stain the sink, right?" steven asks.

"not if you scrub hard enough" you deadpan, making him give you a look.

"no, it'll be fine" you tell him, but he still seems skeptical.

"if you say so" he mumbles, watching you open the boxes to grab the tubes of color out of them.

"i'm going to do one side red and the other blue" you say more to yourself than anyone else, yet steven still nodded in acknowledgment.

"do you have gloves? because if you don't you're going to stain your hands"

oh steven. shut up. as much as you love him, he's sort of a dorky idiot sometimes.

"..yeah, i got gloves" you answer, tying up your natural hair so that it wouldn't get in the way.

"if you want you can do one half and i can do the other" you offer, steven nodding slowly.

"what if i hurt you? i don't want to accidentally pull on your hair too hard" he worries, and you shake your head slowly.

"you won't" you answer, digging through the box again and throwing a pair of gloves at him along with the red dye.

"it's simple, just rub the color into my hair i guess. then i have to wait twenty minutes to wash it out" you tell him, and he nods again.

you start doing so with the blue, after putting the gloves on of course.

steven watches first as you squeeze some of the gel into your hand, then just running it through your half of your hair.

steven reluctantly does the same, and you watch with a small smile as he carefully copies your movements.

once you were both done, you pinned it up and sat up on the counter while setting a timer with your phone after taking your gloves off and throwing them away.

steven takes his gloves off and throws them away as well, then looks to you with pursed lips.

"now what?" he asks and you shrug.

"i don't know" you sigh.

steven looks at you for a moment.

"you look like something's on your mind" he starts, and you look up at him. "care to share?"

"...it's stupid" you wave him off.

"then it shouldn't matter"

"it's about casper" you starts, steven leaning on the counter next to you.

"i.. i want to ask him to be my boyfriend" you end quietly, steven smiling at your statement.

"oh that's lovely" he replies, and you see marc and jake with different expressions from the reflection on the window above the sink next to you.

"are you sure he's the right one?" marc asks and you glare at him.

"nonono- i'm not criticizing i'm just making sure that you're making the right choice" he corrects and you nod.

"you don't have to worry about me. this isn't life or death, it's-"

"it's just a relationship, i know" he waves you off, making you snort and turn to jake, who has a smile on his face.

"you must let me know what he says, mi vida" he begins. "if he says no, i can always have a talk with him"

"that won't be necessary but thank you" you tell him, and as if on cue, your phone rings, signaling that casper was calling.

"well? answer it" steven nods to your phone, so you pick it up and press the small green button.

"hey, y/n i have a question" you hear instantly.

"you could've texted me"

"i wanted to hear your voice" he starts, steven listening with a smile.

"anyways- if you want my mom made bread again and wondered if you would come over for dinner"

you look to steven for permission, to which he nods.

"yeah, i'd.. i'd love to" you answer and you hear someone telling his name in the background.

"oh- that's allison i have to go. but text me when you're on your way" he hangs up, just like that.

you make direct eye contact with steven, waiting for him to speak.

"good, now you can ask him to be your boyfriend tonight"

your eyes widen a fraction. "what? no. not today i just meant like in time-"

"if you don't do it, i'll have khonshu cast another spell on you" steven grins.

your lips part in shock. "you wouldn't"

"i believe i would" he replies, to which you glare at him.

khonshu decided to appear next to you, perched on the counter. "he is not bluffing" he tells you.

you turn to glare at him, then back at steven. "fine" you throw your hands up in the air.

"but if he says no-"

"which he won't" steven interrupts.

"-jake is not going to have a talk with him" you conclude, and jake scoffs from the window.

"but it would hurt your feelings" he tries to justify his reasoning to beat up a 16 year old boy.

"there will be no talking" you tell him sternly and he nods hesitantly.

you're about to give a mini lecture to marc, when as if on cue your timer goes off.

"that was the quickest twenty minutes ever" you mutter. "okay, time to stain the sink"

"y/n you said it wouldn't stain!"

"i'm kidding, don't be a baby"

~~~

“y/n your phones ringing” marc tells you, breaking you from your head.

you look to him and see that he had your phone in his hand, and then observed that casper was calling you.

you sigh and answer it on speaker since you had to keep scraping the pan.

“why are you calling me so early?” you ask, and you hear a scoff.

“because i want to know if i can walk you to school and i was actually doing research” he says and you make a face.

“..about what?” you ask skeptically, while both layla and marc listen in.

“do you remember like a month ago when your cramps started and you said they felt like someone was smashing your uterus with a hammer?” he asks and you think back to your last period, when your cramps had gotten particularly painful.

“yeah why?” you answer.

“i found a solution” he starts and you raise an eyebrow.

“solution? like a tylenol?” you ask and you hear him hum before snickering.

“no- no actually i was looking online at things that could help relieve cramps and i’ll bet that you didn’t know that orgasms can in fact help”

“hey casper?” you ask as you feel your face heat up.

“yeah?”

“you’re on speaker”

there’s silence for a second.

“..who’s.. who just heard that?” casper asks hesitantly.

“both her parents, that’s who” marc speaks up, coming up close to you, who is internally dying.

“you couldn’t have just texted me? i woulda laughed if my parents weren’t in the room” you scold, and marc gives you a look.

“hey, you’re lucky i let the whole sex thing go but-“

“excuse me, the what?” layla interrupts and comes to stand to the other side of you.

“..shit” marc mutters, and you sigh.

“casper, i’ll see you at school” you say quickly before hanging up.

you slowly turn to face layla who doesn’t seem to find the situation funny.

“go get ready, i need to have a talk with your father” she falsely smiles at you so you just simply nod and do as she says, hoping she won’t give marc that bad of a talk.

~~~

"what fucking time is it?" marc complains, handing the control right to steven when he realizes how tired he was.

"oh wow thanks mate. it's only 7:38, quit being a baby" he yawns, slowly getting up off the bed.

"you think she's still sleeping?" steven asks out into the open, moving around the kitchen to make some tea.

"she better be, she had a rough night" jake answers, remembering how you masked the emotions you felt after watching all of them nearly die.

"what about casper? is he still here?" steven asks and he's only met with silence.

"yeah. nice talking to you too, numbskulls" steven rolls his eyes, leaving his kettle to heat up with the water to go check on you.

now, when he opened your door he's was met with a faint aroma he hadn't ever smelled before in your room, and that's when he felt the broken webs on the doorframe, and the fact that you were laying on top of casper.

he tilted his head as he ventured in a little more,

not wanting to intrude to much while you were asleep.

that's when jake noticed a couple things.

he saw a still damp washcloth on your nightstand, one of your bras was thrown onto the floor, which was not like you since you kept all your clothes private, oh and don't forget the pack of condoms on the floor next to it.

"steven get out" jake says and steven furrows his eyebrows.

"wha-"

"go drink your tea. just get out"

"but why-" he looks down, and his eyes linger on the box.

"oh my lord... are those-"

"are those fucking condoms?! are you kidding me?!" marc exclaims, and steven sees you stir in your sleep, so he scurries out of the room, shutting the door quietly.

steven was in shock. he was frozen in place as marc and jake argued.

"they did not- there's no fucking way-" marc starts.

"you're in denial amigo. it smelled like sex in there" jake retorts and marc feels like crawling into a hole and dying.

"but she-"

"but she what? steven said she was a horny teenager" jake scoffs and steven hums in denial, slowly walking back to pour his tea.

"i didn't say that, i said she was getting to the age where those type of hormones are-"

"steven please" marc cuts in and steven nods in understanding.

your door clicked open, revealing you rubbing your eyes and putting on one of your sweaters, closing the door behind you and calmly moving into the kitchen to reach up in the cabinet for your pop tarts.

"how are you guys feeling?" you ask the guys worriedly, eyeing stevens leg and seeing through the hole in his pants where the knife was that there wasn't any more blood or cuts, he was good as new.

"we are good, but you-"

"were you busy last night?" marc asks and you tilt your head.

"not necessarily"

"okay so what did you do?"

you stayed quiet, trying to figure out if he knew anything.

"me and casper-"

"i knew it!"

"-built a fort on the roof" you purse your lips and marc scoffs.

"oh yeah? what about after that?" he asks, not fronting and stepping closer to you.

"we went to bed"

"the same bed?"

"yep"

"hm"

marc takes a step away, leaning against the tower and finishes preparing stevens tea for him.

"so why was there a box of condoms on your floor?" marc asks nonchalantly and you choke on your pop tart.

your face turned as red as ever, and you looked down at the floor.

"we're going to have to have a talk, kid" marc starts, while you continue to hide your face from him.

"and your little boyfriend is invited too"

~~~

marc wanted to kicked casper out.

well, not kick, he just wanted to threatened him if he didn't get his stuff and leave.

marc needed him to stay though, so he could go over some ground rules.

which is what you were doing now. sitting on the couch while marc paced back and forth in front of you.

"listen, i know you're mad-" you start but are cut off.

"no no no- not mad just very disappointed" marc pulled the disappointed card, making you scoff.

"you're only 17, you have your whole life to do.. that" he starts and you sigh.

"and especially not in this house, or at least- i don't know pick up your clothes and the.. the uhm-"

"condoms"

"thank you steven- pick those up off the floor" marc continues and you nod.

marc takes a breath and runs a hand through his hair. "i can't do this- steven do you mind?" marc asks and steven hums.

"i got it, mate" and marc passes the control to steven, and he looks at the two of you.

"alright. yeah" he nods to himself. "so obviously you knew what you were doing, judging by the box of condoms on the floor" he starts and you groan, looking to casper who's just as uncomfortable as you are.

"hey- don't make that face you did this to yourself" steven says to the both of you, making you lean back and cross your arms.

"as i was saying- just because you practiced safe sex doesn't mean you can't contract diseases-"

"steven please stop" you say and cover your face with your hands.

"but you need to know that-"

"please no"

"darling-"

"steven"

he gives you a pointed look. "alright, alright just- if you decide to do it again just make sure you do it safely"

"and if you'd like you can talk to a doctor and get yourself some birth control"

"talk to a doctor?" you repeat. "no fucking way"

"watch your language, and yes, talk to a doctor" steven starts. "i reckon you haven't seen one of those for a long while, hm?" he asks and your silence gives him his answer.

"i should probably go-" casper starts but is so rudely interrupted by marc suddenly fronting.

"hang on just a second" he begins. "on no circumstances will you ever- and i mean ever lay a hand on my daughter until she's 18, you hear me?" he says sternly and casper nods frantically.

"good, now if you need to go then you should probably do so before i change my mind" marc tells him and he slowly gets off the couch.

"do you have everything?" you ask him quietly while marc turns back around to engage in conversation with steven and jake in one of the mirrors.

"yeah, my moms expecting me home soon" he shrugs and you walk him to the door after he puts his shoes on.

"i'm really sorry" you apologize. "i didn't think they'd find out- i should've-"

"hey, it's no big deal" casper smiles at you, opening the door.

"are you sure? please know that they would never actually hurt you" you say quickly and he chuckles.

"calm down and forget about it okay? he is about to pat your shoulder before he remembers the no touching rule.

"i'll call you later" he nods to you and you give him a confused look.

"no kiss?" you playfully pout and he rolls his eyes.

"now you look desperate" he says, making you scoff and take him by the collar of his shirt to deliver a quick kiss to his lips, then pulls back to nod at him.

"have a safe trip home" you tell him seriously and he nods, walking back so that he's in the hallway.

you close the door behind him and turn around slowly with a giddy smile on your face, marc giving you a weird look as you lock the door.

~~~

you came out of the bathroom after getting completely ready for school to see marc sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.

“what happened?” you ask, not seeing layla anywhere.

“i’m grounded” he scoffs and you smile at him.

“how’s it feel?” you start. “and where’d she go?”

“it feels fantastic” he begins sarcastically. “but she went up to the roof to probably punch something” he answers and you cringe.

“but it’s freezing outside, it’s almost winter” you say and he nods.

“she won’t be gone long, so i’d get to school before she can come give you a talk too” he tells you while both steven and jake agree.

you nod and head towards the door to get your shoes on.

“i’ll see you guys later, love you” you exclaim out towards your boys.

“love you too, sweetheart” “adios, mi vida” “have a nice day, love” are the responses you get before shutting the door behind you.

and now, you were waiting in your apartments lobby for a probably embarrassed casper to arrive.

and what a day it’s going to be.

~~~

A/N : it took fucking forever to find the specific memories from the earlier chapters omg but it was sooooooooooo fun i hope to do something like this again!!

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13ghostlytitties · 11 months

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The Heart of a Hero is returning once more!

Today marks the 5-year anniversary of the premiere of HoaH, and is fairly close to the 3.5 year anniversary of its last official upload. Well, the wait is over. It’s time for me to resurrect this series and eventually bring it to its end (not that it left off anywhere close to ending 😉).

Since it’s been a while, I’ve put together a recap of the story so far that I’ll post at some point here. It’s not complete, I had to cut out some of the newer chapters since it just became a play-by-play synopsis that doubled the total word count, but hey, having to reread 5-10 chapters is better than rereading 150.

The tentative return date will be this time next month as I work on creating a backlog of chapters. If I need to push it back, I’ll let you know. As for other questions I’m sure some of you have, check below the cut. For those who don’t care, see you in a month, hopefully.

So, some questions I’m sure some of you are asking:

1: where have you been? And why did you stop?

I’m not gonna go into details since I’m not that kinda person, but overall, just been living life, dude. I originally began my unexpected hiatus when college was kicking my ass and expected to get right back to things, but some stuff happened, and by the time I had dealt with it, it was Spring of 2020. You can guess what stopped me up then lol. But yeah, things just got away from me and eventually, I didn’t have the time or energy to dedicate to diving headfirst back into this outside of unconnected one-off stuff like those Bang fics. There’s other facets too, of course, the biggest one being a general disinterest in the source material. I stopped reading MHA around the villains arc (though I’ve kept up a bit in terms of big stuff like the traitor reveal), so I lacked that interest to pull me back into this world. Where I left off in the story, in the middle of a complicated arc full of OCs and big fights and stuff, was also a hurdle to getting back into things. But I’m here now, I’m working on my backlog, and I’m gonna commit. If you guys are excited about my return, spread the word and lemme hear it so I can keep this motivation 🤟

2: Is A New Era coming back too?

And now for the other shoe to drop. It is not. Im very sorry, especially to those whose OCs I included, but it’s just not feasible. Every time I considered it or tried it, the whole return to the main story was stopped up with it. Anyone who’s interested in continuing it themselves in some way shape or form, you have my permission in terms of the general idea, the OC kids I came up with, the places that canon characters are in it, etc. As for other people’s OCs, I’d check with their creators. One again, very sorry, but it’s just not doable.

3: What will this return look like? How often are chapters gonna drop?

Still working out the specifics, but my idea for now is to drop 2 chapters a week. If I need to go on hiatus, I’ll announce as much and plan the placement of it much better so that I don’t stop in the middle of an arc. That way, the hiatus will only be a month instead of years lol. The schedule may change over time, but I’ll keep everyone informed as I move ahead with it

4: a lot has happened in the manga and anime and movies since you stopped. Will these things be worked into the series?

Nope. I stopped reading and probably won’t start again until it’s over and done with. More than that, I’ve been sitting on these plans for a couple years now and don’t feel like changing them much. Besides, this story has had a long, rich history of shitting in the soup of the canon story, so I’ll just continue doing my own thing

5: are you still as epic and cool and funny as in the past?

Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to. I never was 😎

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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im the same anon that asked you if you ignored some req, i requested ellie and dina hcs with a s/o that Is like jinx from the game! I Hope you have a nice day/night and ty!!

(Hello! Sorry that these suck I just didn't know what to do but eh, Enjoy!)

Jinx-Like Reader

Ellie

Ellie is…struggling

She doesn’t really know what to get from you

You have a lot of issues, that's for sure

She tries to be with you in moments that you needed her

She will try and help you feel better and get better but there is only so much she can do

Especially with how you love blowing things the fuck up

That, she finds funny

But please don’t blow up anything near Jackson

A herd of Clickers from a safe distance away and where they’re unable to get to you guys?

Sure!

Go ahead, she’ll be there for laughs and giggles

If you have hair like Jinx, she is amazed

Ellie never was really around people who had long hair

A lot cut it off in fear of being grabbed

You?

Hell yeah!

She really, really liked your hair

Is entranced by it so mf much

She likes holding a braid and just like twirling it around in a circle lmao

If you also have tattoos, not necessarily like Jinx, she is happy to see ‘em

A lot of people have tattoos but she really loves yours for some unexplained reason

She also thinks your outfit of choice is very very nice

As long as she is able to look

“Hell yeah! My girlfriends fuckin’ hot!”

She is a proud woman for you

Loves the outfit, the hair and everything bitch

You also like inventing stuff?

Please help her make gadgets because this girl is clueless

She is also stunned at how you fight so…smooth

You have reflexes she wishes she had, your quick on your feet and you can shoot a gun really well

She sleeps well at night knowing you can protect yourself

She likes how chaotic you can be at times

She will pull pranks with you on anyone, mainly Joel

(In my mind they’re happy, okay?!)

And Tommy, and Dina, and Jesse, and Maria

Anyone.

Smoke bombs, glitter bombs, confetti bombs, you name it!

She doesn’t give a flying fuck <3

Dina

Dina loves you, don’t get me wrong

But you confuse her

She never knows what she’ll quite get from you exactly

But she’ll be there for every moment of it

When you’re struggling especially

She knows what to do when someone is in need and she will help you the best she can as your girlfriend

She feels bad if she can’t do more but she tries

You like blowing shit up also?

Oh no

I mean, you do you but Dina is nervous

What if you get hurt?

What if you accidentally blow someone else up?

What if J.J gets one of your bombs and pulls a pin?

Keep them away and in a safe place as long as you’re with Dina please

But she has no problem with your joke bombs

Smoke bombs, glitter bombs etc

She loves pulling pranks with them

She will die laughing with you when pulling them also

She likes helping you make random things

She also knows that you can defend yourself pretty well

She probably had you teach her how you shot so well

She also, like ellie, was stunned at how fast you moved when fighting

You had really fast reflexes that she finds awesome

She also really, really, really, loves your outfit

And you’re confident in it!

She won’t outright say it, but she finds you hot as shit

And if you have hair as long as Jinx?

Dina will be surprised at first but she will help you keep it in the best condition possible

Need help washing it? Styling it? She’s your girl!

She likes putting the braids in most of all also

She is pretty chaotic herself

So when she and you get together is the best

And J.J is training to take after you little shits

#tlou dina #ellie williams tlou #dina tlou x reader #dina tlou #tlou #tlou x reader #ellie the last of us #dina the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #jinx arcane

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 8. brb x oc

god the sound I FUCKING MADE WHY AREY OU LIKE THIS

a/n: :)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: BABY FUCKING FEVER GETS STRONGER AND I HAVE NO REGRETS

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

chapter

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Beatrice and Rooster got back to their usual routines the very next day, with him going to work and Beatrice going to Tiff’s class with Shells. She missed the whole group a lot and was very happy to return and finally start her married life with Brad, who was just as excited if she was completely honest.

They had a long talk later that night, especially with the kids topic and decided that they could easily start trying for it now - in fact he made sure they tried just after that conversation - and that Beatrice could work on what she wanted for the bedroom next to theirs since it’d be the baby room.

So she was happy, no she was elated, she was ecstatic. She was so over the moon in fact that she almost forgot her niece would be born in that very month, hence when they had a water break Beatrice was confused at the weird row of numbers coming from Leonardo. She furrowed her eyebrows while sipping her water, replying only with a ‘?’ and waiting for his reply.

It came fifteen minutes later, only saying that ‘Cyn is in the hospital!!’

Beatrice stops drinking the ice cold water and widens her eyes, “Oh my God.” she says,standing to her feet with Shells following along, worried blue eyes focused on her friend’s face, “Oh my God, Cynthia is in the hospital!!”

It took a few seconds for Shells to connect the dots, “Wait, your pregnant sister in law??” Beatrice nods, already grabbing her things and telling Tiff she’d unfortunately have to go because of family issues. Tiff understood and even allowed Shells to go with Beatrice if she wanted, considering the blonde looked gobsmacked and trying to figure out what was going on, “Wait, wait, did this just happen?”

Their hurried footsteps rushed down the staircase, with Beatrice furiously typing something back on her phone, “Oh my God, yes it just happened! Oh my God,” she puts the phone on her ear then grabs her car keys from her pants’ pocket, “Oh my God, come on Leo, pick up- Leo! Leo yes, it’s me, how far along is she?” Beatrice makes a beeline to her jeep, her hand trembling as she tries to open it, giving up and handing it over to Shells instead as she walks around the sidewalk.

“Okay, do you want me to pick Bibi? What do you need me to do?” she asked frantically, thanking the blonde who watches with her hand on her hips, “...right, okay, okay, no yeah I can pick her up, did you call mom and d- okay. Okay!Okay! Okay I will! Keep me updated, I love you!”

Beatrice turns the phone off and looks at Shells, “I’m going to pick Bibi up from preschool, Leo already called to let them know I’m coming, ohhh holy shit.”

“I mean, that’s good right?”

“No, no it is! It is, I’m just,” she flaps her hands as if to get rid of the nerves, “I’m just excited, are you going back inside?” she asks gesturing to the building but the blonde just says since she’s already out she might as well go home especially since they’d only have a few more minutes of class after all, “Okay,I’m going to pick Bibi up, I’ll call you later okay?”

“Sure thing babes,” Shells hugs her friend goodbye, “Let me know when the baby is born, okay??”

“Okay!” Beatrice shouts, giving her friend a final wave after entering the car and driving away. She tried to not get too nervous or else Bibi would be nervous too. From the studio to Bianca’s school it was a fifteen minutes drive and- why was she so nervous? Beatrice breathed in and out, rolled her shoulders, her neck, her wrists and she was still over the edge.

She didn’t know why, the baby was born on time, it wasn’t a preemie. Maybe it was the euphoria of being an aunt again after so long, yes it had to be. She’d send Bradley a message later, he’s working right now he wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.

Beatrice arrives at Bianca’s preschool in record time, fixing her ponytail the best she could before walking out. She talks to the security guard at the door who tells her to follow him as they wander inside. Beatrice flaps the car key back and forth in her grasp, the sound of the keychains tinkling together mixing with the loud children chatter coming from the classrooms around her.

She stops by Bianca’s door, the one with a little drawn smiling bee and waits until her teacher comes out to speak to her. Eventually she does and so does Bianca, “Auntie!” she rushes to the brunette, her backpack being so much bigger than herself as she launches her body against her aunt’s legs, “I’m going home?”

“Well, sort of honey.” she smiles, picking her niece up and thanking the teacher before she turns on her heel towards the exit, “Your mama is in the hospital.” she explains as calmly as she could, “Because your little sister is on her way!”

Bianca gasped in delight, a complete opposite from her reaction months back, “Really? Can I see her?”

“Not yet, sweetie.” Beatrice says, groaning when she remembers she hadn’t got the booster seat in her hurry to get there, hesitating for a few seconds and thinking if she hurried she could at least take Bianca home so she could relax until they could visit Cynthia, “Okay, auntie forgot your seat so, you’ll have to stay nice and quiet in the back,alright?”

“Okay auntie!” Bianca beams,wiggling her legs to be put down and removing her backpack as she climbs on the back seat of her aunt’s car, hitting her shoes together excitedly as Beatrice buckled her in safely, “Are we going to your house?”

“Yes, Bibi, for a little while.” she pulls out her phone when she feels it vibrating in her pocket, closing the door and frowning a bit. Leo said Cynthia wasn’t crowning yet so they had to wait a little bit longer plus the doctors were keeping an eye on her in case she feels bad - and to please distract Bianca as she could because their parents would just freak her out too much - “Okay, I can do that.”

“Can we have ice cream for lunch, auntie?”

Beatrice chuckles, closing the driver’s door, “We can have a normal lunch and then ice cream Bibi.”

Her niece just hums, still hitting her shoes together repeatedly while looking around, “Okay.” she cranes her head a bit higher to check the outside when Beatrice turns the car on, “Can I have dinosaur nuggets for lunch?”

Beatrice didn’t know if she should be happy that Leonardo called her to pick Bianca up or not because she just rushed out as if she was the one giving birth instead, “Um…how about I make us some pizza sandwiches?” she suggests, driving away from the school, “I can put extra cheese for you.”

Her niece’s eyes twinkled with interest and she bounced a bit on the back seat, “Okay!” she giggles, interlacing her hands together to place them on top of her thighs, “Can I have olives too?” Beatrice nods, “Yay!”

She made sure to keep her phone at hand once she parked the car inside the garage and helped Bianca inside. No news yet so she’d have to make sure her niece was entertained until then…and the constant family group chat wasn’t helping her at all, she almost rolled her eyes out of the sockets when Guillermo’s constant questioning continued after being told to calm down.

Bianca rushed inside the house once Beatrice unlocked the door, Jolene running up to meet the five years old as the two ran around each other until her niece hugged the pitbull’s neck tightly, pressing their cheeks together. It just occurred to her that Bianca never came to her house before and this whole thing was brand new for her.

So when she ran around the house to check everything, Beatrice let her do it, only shouting that she needed to be careful and she’d be fine as long she didn’t trip over herself. She finally sent Rooster a message, letting him know that if he goes on lunch break and Beatrice doesn’t reply to his messages it is because she was at the hospital with Leonardo.

He’d understand, she knew he would.

So for now she’d prepare Bianca’s lunch, hearing her niece’s footsteps running back and forth above her head, giving a little smile once she heard the constant ‘oooh’ and ‘woaahh!’ before she ran back down again with Jolene right on her tail. Beatrice propped her hand on her hips as she watched Bianca look out at the backyard, letting out a pleased gasp when she sees the pool, “Auntie you have a pool!”

“I do, sweetie- don’t open the door Bibi, we are not swimming today.” she says as she grabs some ingredients from her fridge to set it on the counter. Bianca didn’t open the door but she did press her face against it, with Jolene following along so both of their noses were smushed against the glass, their breathing creating foggy circles on it as they looked out.

Beatrice looked back at her phone, nothing besides her family freaking out. They couldn’t see Cynthia until Éwoyn was born and her parents were already there to help around if they needed to.

No one wanted to make Cynthia feel overwhelmed, so the less people the better. Beatrice slides her phone back into her pockets, looking back to see Jojo and Bianca still pressing their faces against the glass, clearly entertained with making the hot air hit the door, so much so she felt there was no need to turn the tv on so she could pass the time.

But since she had a bit of time until the sandwich was done, she decided it was better to take her niece and dog away from the glass and set them on the couch, “Okay missy.” Bianca giggled when her aunt picked her up under the armpits, carrying her to the living room, “Let’s watch some tv, how about we watch some Dora?”

Bianca wriggled off her aunt’s hands and flopped onto the couch, tried to do a handstand only to fall back onto the soft cushions with another giggle, “Okay!” she grinds, rolling onto her stomach and patting the couch so Jolene jumped in too, watching her aunt surf through the channels. “Auntie, where’s Prince Rooster?”

The brunette smiled with her eyes on the tv, “Prince Rooster is working right now, sweetie. It’s you, me and Jojo until he comes back.”

“When will he come back?”

“In a few hours, honey.” she explains, furrowing her eyebrows when she just couldn’t find the kids channel so she decided to turn on the kids profile on Netflix so she could pass the time, “Let’s watch some Dr.Chimp then, because your aunt can’t find Dora.”

“Yaay! Dr. Chimp! He’s just a tree away from seeing you! This doctor monkey helps the zoo!” Bianca proceeds to sing the opening song with so much gusto it was like she was performing at a private concert that consisted of her aunt and Jolene who was now lying next to Bianca with her head on top of her paws. Once Beatrice found the show - and Bianca did an encore of the opening song - she set the remote aside just in time to feel her phone vibrating.

She saw it was Leo and stepped back into the kitchen, “I’ll bring your lunch shortly Bibi- hey Leo.”

“Hey sis.” he sounded exhausted, “Sorry, the principal just called me to let me know Bianca left, how’s she?”

“Watching tv, right now.” she says as she looks over her shoulder to where her niece is moving from left to right, singing along, “How’s everything?”

“Hah, everything is…that baby doesn’t want to come out. They are waiting a little bit, Cynthia is bouncing on those yoga balls and I’m chugging Red Bull. “

“She’ll be out soon.” Beatrice tries to comfort her older brother, checking the pizza sandwich in the oven and turning it off once she noticed it was ready, “Are mom and dad there?”

“Oh yes they sure are here…honestly, they are stressing me out. Cynthia’s parents are coming back from Oklahoma tonight, which helps because if they all got together I think I’d probably pass out from nerves.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“You say that now because you have no kids.” he begins, “Wait until it’s your turn.”

Beatrice goes silent after that, taking in his words and furrowing her brows because…he was right. Her parents would be so over the top with her, more than her sisters, than her sisters in law too because…she’s the youngest one of them all. The moment they find out she’s pregnant they’ll want to know dates, suggest names, ignore the names she chose, then proceed to try and decorate the baby room.

Jesus, thinking about that does make Beatrice feel a bit uneasy. She knew her parents would be over the top, she knew they’d be really happy but…she really wants to have a calm pregnancy when she gets pregnant for real.

Maybe she’s overthinking things and they won’t be as bad. Maybe they will be caring but not over the top, maybe it’ll be different! Or maybe not…or maybe she should just wait and not think about that right now.

“Bea?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry,I’m here.”

“You got quiet, thought you passed out or something.”

“I’m not, I’m okay Leo.” she cuts the sandwich in squares and eats the crusts since Bianca didn’t like them, “Just thinking.”

“Hah, yeah, me too.” followed by a loud slurp from the other line and his name being called, “I’m going to go back, Cyn is calling for me. Anyway…love you sis, talk to you soon.”

“Love you too,Leo.” she ends the call and sighs softly, sliding the phone back into her pocket as she walks out of the kitchen to where Bianca was, her shoes off and her Spongebob socks visible. She has one hand on Jolene’s back and the other on her leg as she sways from left to right singing along to the animals on the screen, “Bibi, your pizza sandwich.”

Bianca stops swaying to gasp in delight, “Thank you auntie!” she picks the plate carefully, settling it on her lap and then forgetting immediately that her aunt was right there, choosing to eat and watch tv instead. Beatrice stands there for a little bit, then decides that she should go ahead and eat something too.

She might just make another pizza sandwich for herself, those are really good no matter your age.

After she does prepare it, she watches the bread in the oven with her hands supporting her head, blinking hard when she feels her phone buzzing again, “Oh, Jesus.” she pulls it out and smiles at who it was, “Hi, Roos.”

“Hey,gorgeous. How’s everything? How’s Cynthia?”

“Still at the hospital, Éwoyn doesn’t want to come out,” she laughs softly, rubbing her forehead, “I’m with Bibi, we are having lunch and…you know, doing everything we can to pass the time.”

“I know, pretty girl. You do try your best. Do you need me to do anything?”

Beatrice just smiles, leaning her cheek on the hand not holding the phone,”Just talk to me, tell me how your day has been.” she just wanted to hear his voice honestly.

“Everything has been going well, gorgeous. Everything has been going really well. No complaints. Missing you though.” she could hear the smile on his voice “People were complimenting our wedding reception though.”

“Oh,really?”

“Apparently it had to do with the open bar and the extra wedding baggies. They said it was the most fun they had in ages.”

Beatrice smiles as she leans on her hand, closing her eyes as she hears his voice, “I’m glad to hear that Roos.” she says, “I’m glad everyone had fun…Gosh I really like your voice.” his amused chuckle makes her smile widen and her cheeks warm up, “I’ve told you that before, right?”

“You did, gorgeous but I don’t mind hearing it again. Especially since I love your voice just as much.”

“You do? You never told me you liked my voice.”

“Are you kidding? It’s incredible, it’s sweet and sexy at the same time. And your accent is really cute.”

Beatrice laughs, standing up from the chair to grab her own sandwich, “I have an accent?”

“Oh, yes you do. It’s lovely to hear, if I’m honest with you.”

Beatrice hums, grabbing the steaming bread from her oven and blowing on it to cool down faster, “I’ll keep that in mind–” she hears the sound of another incoming call and leans back to see who it was. Leo, it was Leo. “Shit, Roos, Leo is calling, I gotta go.”

“No worries, angel, do you want me to meet you at the hospital?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be there for that long but…if you want to, yeah.”

“I do.” his voice sounds a bit lighter when he speaks, “I really do. Unless you think Leo would be weirded out–”

“You are my husband,” she cuts him off gently, “He won’t be weirded out.”

Rooster lets out a soft laugh through his nose, “Yeah…okay. See you then?”

“See you.”

–

“Be gentle Bibi.” Cynthia whispers as her eldest daughter looks up at her expectantly, nestled far back on the seat in the hospital room, watching with wide eyes as her father approaches her with the little pink bundle in his arms, “Be very careful, okay? Leo,”

“I know, love.” Leonardo couldn’t stop smiling as he gently lowered Éwoyn in Bianca’s arms, adjusting the little girl’s position so the newborn would be safely put within her grasp, “There you go, look sweetie, it’s your little sister.”

Beatrice watched it from the door, smiling fondly at the scene and…feeling a pang of something inside of her. Her niece was so cute, so small and she looked like a little pinto bean all bundled up in a pink colored tortilla. She looked down at her phone, seeing that the last message Rooster sent her was how he was going to take a shower and meet her there at the hospital.

She stepped back from the room to walk to the hospital’s hallway, crossing her arms below her bust as she saw Michael, Marina, Derek and Gabriel all talking down the hall. She feels the pang again when she sees Gabriel be picked up by her sister with his head nestled on her shoulder…damn it. “I need to calm down, I can’t have baby fever now.” she mutters to herself, feeling that it wasn’t going to help at all.

So she chose to wait for Rooster to arrive at the hospital doors, walking past some nurses and smiling at the few that she saw helping Cynthia inside the delivery room. Beatrice inhales shakily as she walks past the maternity ward, speeding her step until she arrives at the hospital’s front desk where she could see the hospital’s parking lot, her car and- “Oh, God,I love him.”

Rooster, who was coming as quickly as he could, putting his sunglasses up to his head and immediately smiling when he saw her waiting for him. The hospital’s doors opened automatically where they meet halfway, “Hi,” he coos, leaning down to peck her lips, “How’s Cynthia?”

“She’s tired but awake,” she holds out her hand to him, “The fact it took four hours for that baby to be born astounds me.”

He laughs, grabbing her hand as she leads him away, “I thought she was being born by the time you got that call from Leo.”

“I thought so too!” she laughs, “But no, he just wanted to keep me updated and you know, talk to him, I think he needed that extra voice.” she explains, leading him up to Cynthia’s room, stopping in the hallway to greet her siblings and nephew - which now was his too. for a short while.

It wasn’t long until Bianca’s head popped out of the room and she gasped, “Prince Rooster!” she whispered shouted - undoubtedly her parents told her to keep her voice down- as she ran over to him, her colorful sneakers squeaking on the tiled floors towards him. Beatrice didn’t even complain when he let go of her hand to crouch down and pick the little girl up with a soft ‘oof!’, making her sit on his arm while his opposite hand kept her straight.

“Hey, Bibi, “ he smiles even more when she hugs his neck, “How are you? Happy to be an older sister?” she nods, then starts rambling about her little sister, about how small she is, about how she smells funny and she looks like one of her dolls at home, but she’s real!

Beatrice watches the scene with her eyes unmoving from Rooster, the pang returns, with more force and she feels it almost snap inside of her. Her chest feels light watching her husband talk and be amazed at whatever Bianca was saying, biting her lower lip but she couldn’t take her gaze away.

Yeah, she didn’t think the baby fever would get any less intense.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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eternalwritess · 2 months

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hi!! can i please get a hazbin hotel matchup? i’m bisexual (male pref) & use she/her pronouns!

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style is usually pretty soft & girly, & i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

thank you!! <3

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂!

sorry for it not being male but this was the strongest thing that came to mind

You and Emily most likely met at the zoo both looking at the animals and she probably invited you to go check out some other areas with her and later go out to eat

She loves it when you're affectionate and will always be so back to you. She'll cuddle you on the couch, nuzzle, and will give you small kisses here and there

When she learned that you were afraid of bugs yet still tried to save them she fell even more head over heels for you and wouldn't stop talking about how brave and kind you are

"But genuinely! How many people would do that?!!!" :D

Sometimes you might have to ground her as she goes all over the place when she's excited and you remind her of things like meetings and such

You also tell her when you guys have something to do today and she loves you for it

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot! Thank you!!"

She doesn't mind you being a bit unreasonable every now and then as she sees it as you just having flaws, flaws that make you human and she still adores you all the same for having them

You and her would go on walks all the time in heaven and compliment people. Sometimes even have little challenges to see who can compliment more in a singular walk. It typically ends in a tie or is somewhat one sided on your end as Emily would get distracted

Whenever you both see an animal you instantly ask to pet it and probably do that for a few minutes :)

She would also take you shopping showing you all of the best places in heaven with no hesitation!

"Oh and I love this store!"

You would both also go to a yoga class that she showed you every so often

If there does happen to be a douche bag in heaven *cough* Adam *cough* you're there to stick up for her and tell him down

You've actually had to do so after the meeting when she felt hopeless and you went up to Adam and started talking shit to him

Emily had to pull you back but thanked you briefly afterwards

Overall you both even each other out perfectly :)

#hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin hotel match ups #matchup #match up #hazbin #matchups #emily hazbin hotel

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asexual-spongebob · 2 months

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The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 26 - Cyclone Patrick

Notes:

Paani my beloved genderfluid fail. also I’m sorry for the lack of Shellie and Peso lately. But I bet they’ll have more focused on because of the whole Edda thing. ALSO HOLY SHIT BUD? Yeah >:3 I love bud <3 their just a guy. Love their sibling dynamic w/ pancake. So here’s my hc for him :) Bud - they/he, demiboy This is so random but I watched some episodes w/ bud so I could get a good idea of his character and how he acts and such and I gotta say. I love him. Silly guy :) I watched the Caddisfly episode and it gave me a good idea of how him and pancake’s dynamic works. Ngl I absolutely adore it <3 I like to see it as older sibling and little sibling kinda dynamic :3 also random but I’ve been very excited to release this chapter.

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Shellington, Peso, Kwazii and Paani were chilling at Paani’s house.

“We should show them the stones.” Peso whispered, Shellington nodded

“We found these stones at the bottom of the Moon Pool.” Shellington said, placing them on the table.

“We think that they mean something because they’re shaped like our powers.” Peso added “I’ll take this thanks.” Paani mumbled, snatching the one that was shaped like a lightening bolt, Kwazii then snatched the one shaped like a burning fire.

•••

Later

Paani was in Kwazii’s room. He had went back with the other fish dudes to the Octopod. He pulled out his bracelet kit and started making an anklet for himself.

He felt, unusually uneasy after he had put the anklet on, he felt knots form in his chest.

Hm… this feels kind of weird…

Maybe I just need to go for a swim. He thought

Paani rushed down to the Launch Bay and went out for a swim on her paddle board, she hoped it’d clear her mind.

Paani went out to sea, surfing near Mako Island during the sunset. But then, the full moon rose. Paani stared at it as if she was staring into someone’s soul.

They snapped back to reality after being knocked down by wave.

Paani could feel clenched their hand into a fist, huh?? I don’t think I moved that?

However, soon his hand was clenched tight. Strong winds began to form, the water became rougher and rougher by the minute.

I need to stop this! Paani thought to himself, trying to unclench his fist, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried.

A huge boom came from the sky, huge strikes of thunder came from the dark gray storm coulds, heavy rain pouring down.

Paani backed away, he had started a huge storm.

He didn’t know how to stop it!!!

The winds blew faster and faster, it had turned into a cyclone! and Paani was trapped in the eye of it.

•••

Dashi was in the HQ with Tweak. “Hey Tweak. The storm tracker is picking up some strange activity. This huge cyclone just formed off the coast of Mako out of nowhere-“ Dashi remarked nervously , Tweak spat out her sweet tea “Oh me oh my!” Tweak gasped.

“Dashi, sound the Octo-Alert!” Tweak urged “got it Tweak!” Dashi replied, hitting the Octo-Alert button.

Octonauts! To the Launch Bay!!!!

“What seems to be the problem, Dashi?” Captain Barnacles questioned, him and other Octonauts looked at her nervously.

“A- a g-giant cyclone formed o-off the coast of M- Mako Island out of nowhere! Dashi stammered “Cyclone Patrick!” Dashi exclaimed.

“THEY NAMED IT CYCLONE PATRICK?! FUCKIN’ CYCLONE PATRICK?!” Kwazii laughed, everyone gave him a disgusted look.

“Kwazii! This isn’t a laughing matter!” Dashi scolded, turning to the cheeto colored cat “Sorry Dashi..” Kwazii apologized “Jumpin’ Jellyfish! Paani must’ve looked at the full moon!” Shellington blurted “What does Paani have to do with this?” Captain Barnacles questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh shit. Um. We forgot to tell you but um. Paani became a merperson-“ Tweak answered, Captain Barnacles just gave her a thumbs up in response. He proceeded run his fur throw his paws.

“Dashi, Tweak, you go take the Octo-Ray and find them.” Captain Barnacles commanded, “aye aye cap!” Tweak saluted.

“IM GOING AFTER THEM!” Kwazii proclaimed, jumping into the Launch Bay tank. “But Kwazii! It’s dangerous!” Dashi began “you should stay here!” They insisted “I’m going after Paani if you like it or not. He needs me right now.” Kwazii insisted. “We’re going to.” Shellington proclaimed. “Fine…” Dashi sighed.

Dashi and Tweak hovered over in the Octo-Ray.

“It’s hard to drive through these damn winds…” Dashi frowned. Tweak nodded in agreement.

“We’re right below ya Dashi.” Kwazii meowed, “got it!” Dashi replied, giving the cat a thumbs up. He then hung up on her.

Kwazii lead Shellington and Peso to the cyclone.

“Kwazii what do you think you’re doing?!” Shellington gasped “Saving me partner.” Kwazii said sternly.

“Where do you think they are?” Peso questioned “I think she’s in the middle” Shellington guessed

“Paani!!” Kwazii called out “g-go a-away…” He heard a faint stammer in a horse and nasally tone.

“Shiver me whiskers! Paani is trapped in the middle!!!” Kwazii yelled, his voice muffled by the strong winds.

The waters began to soften, so did the winds.

It had become calm enough to where Kwazii could swim through.

Kwazii pushed himself through those rough, horrible waters. Until he was able to reach Paani. Kwazii swam over and placed a comforting paw on the macaque’s shoulder “it’s okay matey, we’re here for you!” Kwazii assured, Paani gave Kwazii a glance of uncertainty.

He had eyeliner running down his face, Poor thing….Kwazii thought with a frown.

Shellington and Peso swam close.

“It’s okay, we understand how you feel right now.” Shellington reassured, Shellington noticed the moon start to set, making way for the rising sun.

I- I can’t do this a-anymore.

Then. After one last huge blot of thunder came from the clouds, Paani collapsed his hand unclenching, and Kwazii catching him in his paws.

“PAANI!” Kwazii screeched, this was like the “Kwazii burnt Mako” incident all over again! But this time, Paani was the one whose powers got out of control, not Kwazii!

Peso rushed Paani to the Octoray, Kwazii was sobbing like a baby, Shellington was comforting him.

“It’s okay Kwazii. Everything will be okay.” Shellington soothed as he stroked the cat’s back, Kwazii sobbed even more.

“But what it’s not.” Kwazii croaked “trust me, Paani is in good hands, or shall I say, flippers. Peso will take good care of them.” Shellington assured, handing Kwazii a tissue.

“T-thanks Shellington.” Kwazii sniffled, blowing his nose.

He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach, this is your fault. He blamed himself.

•••

Paani awoke, what happened last night? They asked themself glancing around the sick bay what the hell were they doing here?

Hm… that was a weird dream. Paani thought

Paani got up walked into the HQ.

“I had such a weird dream last night.. I had started a cyclone.” Paani recalled, then directing his attention to the television screen.

“Mysterious cyclone “Patrick” formed out of nowhere on the coast of Mako Island. It is not known what caused cyclone “Patrick” the news reporter said in a thick Australian accent.

Paani felt his stomach drop.

“Y-you mean it w-wasn’t a dream? It was all real? Paani began to tear up.

“Hey it’s alright pancake!” Kwazii mrrped, pulling Paani into a hug.

“No. It’s not. I could’ve put everyone in serious danger!” Paani cried in Kwazii’s shoulder.

“M-my parents s-should’ve named me “Paani Shithead Macaque.” Paani sobbed into Kwazii’s Spice Girls shirt.

“Matey. Do not fucking say that about yourself.” Kwazii meowed sternly. “You are not a shithead.” He added.

Paani pulled himself away from Kwazii.

“I FORMED A CYCLONE!!! ITS NOT FUCKING OKAY!!! I SHOULD’VE KNOWN BETTER!” Paani wailed “IM SUCH AN IDIOT!” Paani grunted. “Well you’re my idiot” Kwazii mewed softly, hoping it’d make Paani feel better.

It didn’t…

“No. It’s not okay Kwazii. I could’ve hurt someone!” Paani sobbed, he started to sound like a broken record. His thick eyeliner running down his face into a black river of tears.

“But you didn’t! Everyone was safe in the end!” Kwazii assured.

“I know. I just feel so guilty. This whole situation could’ve been easily avoided..” Paani sniffled “is it okay if I step away for a moment?” Paani asked “of course pancake, take all the time you need.” Kwazii answered softly, “I’ll be here if you need me!” They added.

Paani went to Kwazii’s room and cried into Kwazii’s pillow.

Tunip and the vegimals could hear the sound of sobbing from Kwazii’s room “what should we do?” Tominnow questioned “hm… maybe we should bake some fish biscuits for Paani? That might cheer them up.” Grouber suggested, the others nodded in agreement.

They rushed to the kitchen, Pikato, Halibeet, and Sharchini were in the kitchen with Shellington.

“Howdy dad, we’re gonna bake some of ‘em fish biscuits for Paani. We heard him sobbing and we thought it might cheer him up” Codish explained “Aww, that’s very nice of you” Shellington smiled.

The Vegimals got to work, soon they were finished mixing the ingredients and the fish biscuits were ready to bake.

Tunip popped them in the oven.

Paani could smell something sweet coming from the kitchen is that fish biscuits? He questioned, sniffing a few times.

It was!

Paani jolted out of bed and rushed down to the kitchen “Howdy Paani. We heard you weren’t feelin’ too good so we decided to make you some fish biscuits. We hope you like ‘em” Codish smiled “aww thanks Vegimals.. I appreciate it very much.” Paani smiled back, getting a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

•••

A few days later

The news of the crazy cyclone Patrick had spread like wildfire. Everyone was talking about it.

Paani and Ryla sat on the dock drinking grape juice. Meanwhile Kwazii and Shellington were playfully fighting and Peso was eating his lunch.

“Hey Paani. Did ya hear about cyclone Patrick? Absolutely crazy how it formed out of nowhere!”

“Oh um… about that… I need to tell you something.”

“Oh? What is it?

“I formed cyclone Patrick…”

“How?”

“Oh um- this is gonna sound really weird but- I went to this place on Mako Island became a merperson- just like Peso, Kwazii and Shellington but he became a merman at those Irish Sea Caves-“

“Oh- well I’m glad everything didn’t get out of hand with the cyclone!”

Paani nodded in agreement.

•••

Paani was in Canada with Bud, who he kind of saw as a younger sibling, he hadn’t known him for that long but he still felt that way.

Everyone had mentioned Cyclone Patrick. It was almost inescapable. Everyone they’d spoken to since the event had asked them if they’d heard about it.

When Paani was down in Florida with Dashi, Tweak and Ranger Marsh, Ranger Marsh had asked him about it.

“Hey Paani, lad, did you hear about cyclone Patrick in Australia? Sounds like something that would’ve happened here in Florida.”

When Paani was chatting with Tracker in the DMs, Tracker asked them about it.

“Hey Paani, did you hear about cyclone Patrick ? Natquik told me about it”

When Paani was chatting with Pearl, even shementioned it.

“Did you hear all about Cyclone Patrick? Shellington told me about the crazy cyclone!”

Bud and Paani had been chatting as if they were siblings. Wow.. Their like the little sibling I never had. Paani thought to themself.

“Did you hear about cyclone Patrick? I heard about the crazy story on the news today.” Bud mentioned why does everyone keep bringing up cyclone Patrick wtf Paani thought with a sigh.

“Is something wrong?” Bud asked, noticing Paani’s sigh. “Oh um… can I tell you something?” Paani sighed again “yeah sure go for it!” Bud said.

“Well um. You know how Peso, Shellington and Kwazii are um… merpeople right?” Paani began, Bud nodded in response “well um..” Paani paused for moment this is such an awkward conversation… He thought “basically I’m also a uh.. fish.” Paani finally said.

“Oh cool!” Bud grinned well that went smoothly Paani thought relieved.

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