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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins

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reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters mentioned: Dustin (briefly, ST), Jonathan Byers (breifly, ST), Joyce Byers (brefily, ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Nancy Wheeler (Breifly, ST) , Billy Hargrove (ST), Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Peter Parker (breifly MCU), Kate Bishop (breifly, MCU)

type: headcannons + drabbles,

A/N: When you hyper fixate on two very different shows so you put them together, basically a Stranger Things x MCU type deal, also i know timelines dont match up just. Let it happen. Also. This got really long

Warnings: typical violence from stranger things and marvel, mentions of weapons not the use of them but still

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So moving to Hawkins Indiana, was supposed to be "laying low" for both of you

As Known, he the famous Punisher: and with you: not being biologically his daughter, but barring his last name put a tag on your neck as well

Luckily you were trained well and had been through one or two superheroes in your life, like your father you're pretty morally gray

Hawkins was pretty cheap, depending on where you guys lived, there was no point in a big house either so you both lived someone in a cabin off the main road, it was small but better than run-down new york apartments with no windows

You bet to be sure as soon as mothers see the new truck they start talking.

"Not bad..." Y/n spoke looking around her room, "Hey, it's got a window."

Frank chuckled leaning against the door frame as he looked back at her, "You like it?"

"It's nice." Y/n told him setting a box down "It's gonna be weird being so calm..."

"Murdock's got the landline." Frank spoke, "He'll be beggin' for another fight. It won't be long before we're back fightin'."

Y/n nodded, "Gonna miss all those shit-head Avengers. Remember the battle with me and you, we were going against Cap and that Winter Soldier guy. Those guys would just not get off our asses."

"Good memories, you'll make more kid." He told, ruffling her hair, "Get your room together."

And with that Y/n was left alone in the room

You guys like, have to go shopping for food and you feel like you in a zoo

People staring oddly at you, and kids pointing at you

Franks at another store, and you're feeling slightly anxious as you're grabbing a few things for a quick dinner

Luckily the lady checking you out is sweet:

"Don't worry about them." She spoke scanning the items, "Nothing exciting happens around Hawkins, new faces it's like seeing a celebrity."

"oh, yeah...yeah." Y/n nodded watching the woman bag everything eyes not knowing where to fall she found the woman's name tag, "Thank you, Ms.Joyce."

She smiled sweetly, "It's no problem at all. Where you coming from?"

"New York City." Y/n started, engaging in the small talk.

"Hm, the big apple," Joyce smiled, "Must be quite a change."

"yes, Ma'm," Y/n responded.

"Well, we're open 24 hours here, " She started pushing some clanky buttons on the cash register, then hitting it aggressively, "Thing never wants to work- there we are. 5.96."

Y/n handed her the money exactly and Joyce thanked her, y/n said goodbye and left out the store with the two bags in hand.

Walking back to the truck you see a radio shack as you pass, Frank's not at the truck so you dip in for a quick look

So far all of the adults are nice, nice to see a new face and make small talk.

But soon you left and Frank was waiting for you in the truck

"Got it all."

"Yeah," Y/n responded as she got in closing the door behind her, it was silent as Frank drove off.

"Did you get stared and pointed at?" Y/n asked.

"yeah."

at least she wasn't alone there

So they got home and put all the groceries away, and that's when Y/n realized the bag.

"You know, this is making me think that you're sending me to school." Y/n started holding up the school supplies, "you're not sending me to school, right?"

"Independent study ain't gonna get you nowhere here kid-"

"Are you kidding!? You said I wouldn't have to go!" Y/n argued, "You said as long as I'm on an independent study I can go on patrols with you!"

"There is nothing to go after out here, kid! What are you gonna do? Go shoot every damn animal you see in the forest?" He argued back, "We're not in New York no more, No more patrol, no more independent study! You start Monday, that's it."

Already arguing on your first day in a new city, yay

You yourself end up skipping dinner and just finish putting your room together, after all, the day after tomorrow you are a damn high schooler.

He lets you calm down, and makes breakfast in the morning for the both of you

Well he said he got some construction or quarry job- something labor intensive so you're not the only one trying to go back to normal

The days spent cleaning again and putting the few things you own away

You go into town again the next day: you had both just bought stuff for dinner the other day, and you needed actual food in the house now

Hence the grocery store

You thought that small market where that lovely lady was filled with stares? Just look at it now

You guys stick together for this one, eyes are everywhere just stare at you

You're for sure not you're typical "girl" most are wearing skirts and nice blouses

You're literally dressed just like your dad, combat boots and all

Yeah you definitely weren't gonna be popular at school you could already feel it

"Get something for lunch tomorrow." and off to the fruit section y/n went, and quickly too, to pick up a bag of peaches and apricots

"Mommy, mommy, look at the pretty girl-"

"Don't look, sweetheart, that is not beauty,"

god people are such a-holes for no reason

"Don't worry." A boy spoke, "I think you're super cool. Like you're about to go monster hunting."

"Thanks?" Y/n spoke.

"Dustin Dustin Henderson." He introduced.

"Nice to see someone doesn't think I'm a psycho path." Y/n spoke, "Even if they are, what? ten?"

"I'm 13." "Close enough." Y/n shrugged walking off.

"Wait! Wait!" he called rushing after her.

"I heard you from across the sea, is it true?"

"What? No, I'm from New York." Y/n argued.

"That was going to be my second guess." He spoke, "And is equally as cool!"

"Look kid, I gotta get back to my dad." Y/n told him, "Can I help you with something?"

He looked at her and Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Okay I actually need something from the top shelf."

"Yeah, where is it, kid."

You helped him get what he wanted and he thanked you: calling you cool once more and then rushed off.

You had a feeling just deep down that was gonna come bite you in the ass later on, somehow, not sure how, but it would

You met back up with Frank and went to check out

Yes, great more stares, Women think Frank's good-looking and Y/n's just in the way of the view

Now you gotta go to school the next day and put up with the same shit

Literally Frank has to search your bag for weapons before you go: your so used to carrying concealed weapons because of Patrols and independent study it didn't matter, so he literally pats you down

"You can't take pocket knives to school!"

"I don't get it!? Why not!"

"It's not battle royal, it's who can get to the cafeteria first- that's it."

"Sounds pretty battle royal to me-"

"Get in the truck."

He drops you off and is really worried

not for you of course, for the other kids

yeah yeah, they should be scared.

Guess who you're lockers next to Billy FUCKING Hargrove

And some girls are too busy flirting to realize they're in your way

"Excuse me." Nothing.

"Hey!" Nothing

Okay now you're shoving them out the way

"Watch it." One girl ordered Y/n looking back at her, rolling her eyes

Billy can already tell your a city kid like him, it's a city kid thing.

and casually interrupts the a-hole girls to ask him where your classes were.

"Down the hall..." He spoke looking her over, "Brooklyn?"

"New York, Hells Kitchen." she responded, "L.A, San Fransico?"

"Guilty as charged city bird," he smirked

Oh that's a good shit disturbed friendship forming

well at least Hawkins wouldn't be as boring as you thought

No one really tried to introduce themselves to you

Yet King Steve the hair Harrington did almost run into you with his food tray but you stopped him catching his tray and handing back over before you go to sit down to eat

That's where you meet you guessed it: Johnathan Byers, seems like he's an eat-alone guy too

You guys don't really meet but acknowledge one another

Then some guy and his girl come to pick on him but you're not in the mood.

"You mind moving somewhere else?" Y/n called to the one and only Tommy Hagan.

"Aw, are we disrupting the new girl?" Carol laughed

"I'll be disrupting your fuckin face if you don't leave him alone," Y/n argued.

"Hey you don't talk to her like that," Tommy argued Y/n standing up.

"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Gonne slap me?" Y/n spoke walking closer to him, he stumbles back, "Gonna try and fight and you're gonna lose, you'll be on the floor within the second, I dare you, throw that punch."

Tommy had tripped over his feet falling to the ground, she had drawn unwanted attention as she towered over him in the center of the cafeteria, Y/n walking away from him to return to her food.

Johnathan thanked her and tried to introduce himself to her

Then PE happened, where she officially met Harrington.

Girls sat on the bench while they watched shirtless and covered boys play basketball

yet of course Y/n jumped in and played ball instead, girls officially hate you, being able to be that close with Billy and Steve,

the coach allowed you to play too: you only thought, he didn't want to hear about a nail being broken

Steve introduced himself during water break while, but then again you don't introduce yourself

"New Yorker thinks she's too good for us." Billy chimed in, "isn't that right?"

Y/n continued in drinking water with no response.

"Leave her alone." Steve defended.

"No let him keep running his mouth, maybe he'll finally speak some sense."

"I wouldn't get cocky with me City bird." Billy shot back

"Is that a threat?" Y/n deflected getting in his face.

"Maybe it is."

"Me and you on the court. Now."

Let's just say you really gave him a run for his money

Dude you robbed him of his money

The one-on-one game consists of you two shoving and pushing, trying to trip the other

"Is it just me." Steve spoke to a classmate beside him, "Or does the new kid seem."

"Over the top strong?"

"Yeah." Steve spoke watching Y/n knock Billy down, "i would hate to be on her bad side."

Yeah if you weren't already the talk of the school you are now

Steve once again tries to introduce himself to you.

"Steve Harrington."

"I know who you are."

"Wow, am I that popular?" He teased.

"What do you want."

"You don't take to new people very well."

Y/n opened her locker, "Okay, listen."

"All ears."

"You're the popular dude, who gets all the girls and has rich parents, yada, yada, yada, why are you talking to me. because I'm not sleeping with you."

"what? no! no!" Steve argued, "I thought you were really cool, the whole school saw you take down Tommy Hagan with just standing there. Not to mention how you took on Hargrove."

Y/n looked over at him, and he smiled trying to persuade her.

"Y/n. Y/n Castiglione."

You've officially had a "friend" according to Steve

When school's out, you're more than running to go home.

But Frank's at work, or whatever he does now and you're walking home

"hey!" Steve called, "Need a ride home?"

Y/n looked beside her, Steve driving alongside her: "Come on, Were friends now!"

Y/n sighed and walked over, opening the door, "Try anything Harrington and I'll stab you."

"Alright, Alright." Steve spoke, "Just watch the hair and the face."

The town werido and class king driving home together

But when you told him to drop you off he's confused.

"But there's no house here." Steve defended.

"I know." Y/n spoke getting out the car.

"Wait! Wait! Could I atleast get your landline?" He asked.

"What?" Y/n questioned.

"You know. The house phone." Steve spoke.

Y/n was silent, "...why?"

"To call you?" Steve questioned: what else would he need the house number phone, "You know. Invite you to go out with us. Have fun."

"In Hawkins?"

"Its not as bad as you think sometimes." Steve shrugged, "or we could, I dont know hang out somewhere."

"I give you the number you stop askin questions?"

"Absolutely."

So Steve got the land line.

Maybe having steve as a friend wouldn't be so bad.

But with Hw done and no libary card, you resort to calling Matt Murdock.

"Aw. Miss me already?" Matt chuckled.

"I would be lying if I said no." Y/n defended leaning against the wall.

"Come on can't be that bad." He tried to defend, "Make any friends?"

Y/n shrugged on her end, " Yeah I guess. This guy named Steve Harrington. Thinking about looking into him."

"Y/n you're making friends not finding people to background check." Matt defended.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to background check anyone if Frank would give me my damn knife back." Y/n protested.

"Y/n." Matt started, "I know it's hard to adjust. I do. But you're not gonna need a knife or pistol everywhere you go."

Y/n sighed. Matt was right, she'd have to adjust: and no not like you adjust on a mission, but genuinely adjust to the surrondings to a new daily life.

"If I can get Foggy to let me go I'll come visit you both." Matt told, "just because you've wiggled your way into my soft spot doesnt mean you're both not on my radar."

Y/n chuckled, Matt had become somewhat of an Uncle-ish dad-ish figure. Someone that calmed her down unlike Frank who was bad at it.

"Hey. Send me somethin local and maybe. Maybe. I'll send you somethin back?" Matt tried to suggest: keep her busy, "We could be pen pals."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah I'd like that."

He smiled, "Love ya kiddo."

"Love you too." Y/n responded and the call ended.

What you'd do to be in new york right now

Fighting crime, Sneaking out, eatting pizza from hole in the wall place, breakfast early morings after a busy night

Waiting for Frank seemed useless at this point: as early evening became late evening and late evening became night

And at 10pm steve harrington called.

"Hello?"

"Seems like I got the right number after all." Steve spoke on the other side of the phone

What you thought would be a short conversation turned into a full blown three hours,

Turns out Steve was alot of fun to talk too, all she had to do is open herself up a bit

He asked about her mostly, Typical new kid shit

Steve was a bit cocky still: but just for good fun and seemed Genuine

"You Y/n Castiglione seem like a bad ass."

"And why's that?" Y/n questioned.

"Well for one you stood up to Billy Hargrove."

Y/n chuckled, "You're still on about that?"

"Was that a chuckle? I heard a chuckle. I must be gettin' pretty good." Steve joked.

Finally you guys get off the phone

And you go to bed.

So. Maybe Hawkins wouldn't be too bad.

The first week seems Normal: Steve introduced you to Nancy Wheeler his girlfriend

You seemed off about her: she looked like one of the girls making fun of you at the store

You keep yourself quiet though, you also dont eat with them during lunch, but rather Jonathan, simply because you guys eat in silence

You and Billy contuine to go at it: occasionally shoves from each other in the hallways and eye rolls during class. You guys really go at it during PE, Especially when Wrestling came along

The girls think your aboustley imodest in your shorts and sports bra wreslting the boys

Most are just jealous your in such contact with the guys

At first there was the "that guy" who always has to make a comment about you but he really did shut up before you could even turn his world upside down.

Why? You honestly have no idea

But when the guy comes back that friday with a black eye you still have no clue

Alot of the girls sum it up to you doing it

You thought all would be fine, you feel like your being distanced from Frank though

With him working long days into nights you feel like that bond is wearing down.

But luckily Matt keeps in touch with you. Peter Parker's called you along with Kate Bishop saying they miss you

You miss them all too. But atleast Harrington calls you daily, same time: just to bullshit together

So your first week wasnt bad, during the weekend you and Frank Lazy around, playing a board game here and there

You actually send Matt that package he wanted so thats off your list.

You also go on your own little nature hikes and your not too far from the lake.

And when you come back you're weapons are displayed on your bedroom wall and you're so excited.

He says its somewhat of a present

And its not all your weaponary, just your favorites The rest is in the floorboard

Still: you put blood sweat and tears into those weapons so you were happy

Ah yes your pristine knife collection

Week one? If you had to rate it solid 7/10

Then week two starts

Oh god week two

Monday was good for no one: especially not you

She opened her locker, just for open cartons of milk and raw eggs to fall and splatter onto her chlothes, people starring and starting to laugh

Luckily you had extra chlothes in your pe locker

Or so you thought

Someone had broken into those and covered specifically the ass part of your shorts in red and brown paint and the same with your shirt.

So you just skipped Monday

It was actually as you were leaving Billy was just coming in.

"What the hell happened to you city bird?" Billy questioned getting no response as she walked past him, "City Bird!"

Still no answer he sighed, "Castiglione! Im talking to you!"

She looked back, "what the fuck does it look like Hargrove!" She argued.

It was silent between them, "Get in." He ordered, "But don't get any of that shit on my seats. Take your shoes off before you get it."

"I don't want a hand out."

"I didn't fuckin ask. Now get in the car." He told.

So he drove you home, all the way home.

You could careless at this point as he followed you in the house

He didnt comment about the house and followed you into your room

"It's either you're bat shit crazy or you're just crazy." He spoke looking at the knives on the wall as she grabbed some chlothes to change into.

She changed into a fresh set of chlothes with him in the room as his back was to her, he still looking at the collection she tossing the old chlothes in her hamper as she fell back on her bed.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked looking at him, "whats wrong with what Im wearing."

"No wonder you look like shit everytime you go to school. Don't have a damn mirror in here." Billy spoke looking around, "Fuck you don't have one at all."

"Okay? And?" Y/n spoke.

"Well get ready City Bird." Billy told, Y/n raising her eyebrows, "You're dumbass is going shopping."

"Hah." Y/n laughed, "no."

Oh no

You dont get it, he picked up your ass, and DRAGGED you

"Billy!" Y/n defended, "the fuck! Unhand me! You peice of shit!"

"Stop fuckin trashin' we're going." Billy protested throwing her into the passanger seat.

So now instead of being in school you're shopping, for chlothes with Billy Fucking Hargove.

Alrighty then

He thinks you have a horrible sense of style

And you do? Kinda? You do wear just Frank's old chlothes

Atleast he got you out of cargo pants and into some denim jeans

He's got you in style now

Accidentally matching him one day will end up being a problem.

So you spent your monday bullshitting around town with Billy becoming actual friends

Not telling Frank that you skipped your second Monday wont hurt him.

Part two

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journey-to-the-attic · 3 months

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I need more pet zoo hcs bc that au lives rent free in my head

i love this au as well so i shall provide!!

even upon being turned back into demons and returning the devildom, the brothers still respond when called by their nicknames as animals

lucifer hates that he also responds to peter now but it's too late, the name's there to stay

in this au when solomon meets asmo he finds out about the animal ordeal, because he makes a joke along the lines of "whatever the duchess decrees", and asmo immediately bursts into tears because that WAS his name, once upon a time......

as animals, if provoked, they'd have a sort of demon form equivalent where they become more monstrous-looking (to the point of being vaguely eldritch if angry enough)

though the latter happens very very rarely, since there's not much in the human realm that could aggravate them that much

they do it do varying degrees of frequency - at first levi can't go a day without getting startled and suddenly growing an extra set of teeth

whereas lucifer does it exactly once throughout the entire ordeal: when diavolo and barbatos arrive and first attempt to send them to the devildom

mammon hangs out with ik pretty much 24/7, but he especially likes to chill with her while she does homework and stuff

he perches on the table attempting to help, but mostly just chews on her pens and mumbles "clever girl" in approval every few seconds

satan spends most of his time either people-watching from the windows (he has an unusual fascination with lawn mowers and the garbage trucks)

he has this habit of sleeping in the dead centre of the bed, and zhao is too scared of getting scratched to move him like ik does, so sometimes he ends up on the sofa because satan has now commandeered his room

for some reason belphie HATES the feather duster. when zhao gets it out to do some cleaning he spends the entire time trailing behind him and just glaring at it

mammon nicks little trinkets everywhere he goes and stows them all in ik's pillowcase (ik has to clear it out every now and then because it starts getting uncomfortable)

levi seems incredibly elusive, but in fact you can usually find him in one of two places: in his box, or wrapped around ik's wrist

when he's not watching the tv, he likes to just quietly observe what she's doing (so quietly that sometimes even ik forgets he's there)

asmo spends a not-insignificant amount of time sitting in the front window and waiting for passersby to notice him

sometimes it works and they stop to point and coo at the fluffy bunny, other times it doesn't and he has to slink to ik or zhao for sympathy

just flops down at their feet/across their laps looking like the absolute saddest little rabbit ever, waiting to be fussed over

he keeps himself very well-groomed, but he absolutely HAS to be brushed every evening or he'll throw a fit (running around the house and thumping his feet angrily until sufficient attention is paid)

lucifer mellows out unexpectedly quickly, and he actually defers to either human of the household without much protest

that's not to say he won't give you the most disparaging look a bird possibly could if you do something that he doesn't approve of though

there's a burglary on their street at some point and lucifer spends an entire fortnight hyper-vigilant about the house's security - he stays up late to keep guard and everything

he keeps going to sleep in the corner of the living room, to the point where they start putting blankets there. eventually it starts getting lovingly referred to as 'peter's nest'

(lucifer won't tell anyone this, but he secretly takes one of the blankets with him when it's time to go back to the devildom)

beel is such a big fur-ball but he never seems to quite understand just how large a dog he is

belphie likes to sneak into the hallway cupboard for some naptime, and beel always seems genuinely confused that he can't fit in with him

he always wakes up immediately after zhao because he's always giving him scraps from the fridge

there's an old lady down the road that just adores him, so ik takes him on walks past her house often and she'll ply with just endless amounts of ham

sometimes beel will attempt to share his food with belphie or his other brothers, but because he'll have had most of it in his mouth while carrying it over, they usually decline

though belphie will at least sniff at it and maybe nibble around the edges

belphie's constantly burrowing around in local hedges to find comfy sleeping spots and getting himself mucky, but then he gets so mad when they have to give him a bath

he'll put up with it because he doesn't want to get mud all over the comfy furniture, but the entire time he just looks livid

one time he crawled into the laundry machine while zhao was doing chores and he very nearly put him on spin cycle

satan likes to sit in front of the laundry machine and just watch it spin

sometimes lucifer sits with him, and this is how they bond in this form

one day ik trips and splits her knee on the way home from school, and somehow all seven of them get a premonition about it and swarm her as soon she opens the door

another time she's upset and getting shouted at while at school, and mammon senses this and dive-bombs through an open window to get at the offending teacher

in general they all develop a kind of sixth sense for each other. ik will be half-asleep in history and suddenly sit bolt-upright like "socks [levi] is stuck in the airing cupboard again"

i like to think it somehow carries through a little even when the brothers have settled into the devildom

diavolo is explaining his idea for the rad to them and suddenly, at the exact same time, all seven of them stiffen

he asks what's wrong and lucifer quickly dismisses it as a cold breeze, because no one wants to explain to him that they've all felt a sudden and extremely potent pang of loneliness that definitely wasn't theirs

so diavolo has to make the brothers cut ties for inter-realm safety when they're first brought to the devildom

and now that i think about it we'll have to do some tweaking in terms of the timeline - accelerate the events so that they can feasibly happen within ik's lifetime, since she'd be long gone if we were to follow the original course of events

in this case maybe the whole animal happens when she's younger (say like, ten to eleven), and then the exchange year starts when she's fifteen as per jtta

diavolo gets inspired to set up the exchange program a lot sooner, since ik and the brothers have already proven that humans and demons can form lasting bonds (also so that he can reunite them, because he feels so bad about having split them up)

also bringing in that other anon's idea where ik appears as a little sheep

the brothers, watching this ball of fluff appear in the council room: a sheep?

[dramatic zoom in on the sheep's head. somehow, it has an ahoge]

the brothers: IK?!?!!?!?!?

i can imagine that ik would be sorta cold for a bit. she hasn't really forgiven them for leaving her alone. sure, it wasn't their choice, but still....

she does warm up again, though - it's hard not to with them all compensating for the long separating by being EXTRA doting

it's also returning the favour, since ik was doing most of the looking after back when they were animals

side note though i feel like we can't even comprehend how ridiculous and cute ik would be as a lamb

have you seen that one video of a sheep being held up and spun around and it has the MOST "head empty" look on its face possible

ik just permanently looks like this is the only thing going on upstairs

also this video of lambs jumping on an older sheep. i like to imagine ik just absolutely trampling all over the others for fun (especially beel and diavolo, whose shoulders are broadest and easiest to traverse)

(she'd hold a bit of a grudge against the royals for some time though, given they were the ones who took the brothers away)

(diavolo is devastated by this because he loves small cute things and he wants to hold the little sheep so badly)

#answering asks #anon asks #jtta aus #pet zoo au #i went to look up pictures of baby sheep for reference (and also to look at baby sheep)#so i typed 'lamb' into the search bar #and you can imagine my brief moment of devastation when all i got were recipes for lamb dishes #i should have known better.......

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sprinklecipher · 7 days

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🎀 list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals or followers. I mean, if you want to.

Graphs. I really like graphs :)

My parents sending me silly pictures of their corgis. I've got photos from like 10 separate occasions where one of them was dressed as a lobster (his name's Rocky, so they call him "Rock Lobster")

Fresh berries, esp. raspberries and blackberries

Moshu, the esteemed geriatric red panda at the Oregon zoo.

I've got a small collection of vintage goblets that I like to break out for special occasions or sometimes just because. They look like something that a cartoon vampire would drink out of, which I just love about them~

(I feel compelled to mention that these particular goblets are lead free, but in general it's a good idea to be wary of vintage glassware due to the prevalence of lead. Research your glass before you use it, folks!)

#thanks for the ask! :)#Asks #sC replies #personal #don't have a good Rock Lobster photo handy atm but might add one later

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janetbrown711 · 11 months

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Little Lion Man

Pigsy sends the kids off with Tang for a field trip to the zoo on the eight year anniversary of his abandonment of Sandy. Surely he will be perfectly fine on his own, especially if nobody calls him. And surely Tang will be fine handling the kids on his own for the first time ever. Everything is fine.

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Pigsy woke up to his alarm on October 14th the same way he did every goddamned year: with his alarm blaring, dread in his chest, and a lump in his throat. It was aggravating– even when Pigsy made an effort not to keep track of calender dates, his body just knew– it just fucking knew. Then again it probably didn’t help that today was also the day of the field trip to the zoo that Tang was chaperoning for MK and Mei– which was good, but also meant for weeks all he’d heard about was today’s date.

The last time he ever talked to Sandy.

Pigsy was going to open the restaurant. He had every year since that godawful call. He had to. It wasn’t like he ever wanted to close it though– that would be stupid. He needed the money. ‘Sides, Pigsy never closed– unless it was for the kids. But that was different. This was nothing. A memory. Something that happened eight years ago. Pigsy was fine. This didn’t matter.

Sit up. Crack the back. Turn off that stupid alarm. Breathe.

He’d lived here for over a month, but it was still difficult to adjust to the fact that while this room certainly had the space for a kitchen, he’d actually have to go out for any of that.

Unlike that day. Or night, really. It was 2:46 AM when he’d gotten the first call. He’d just gotten home from spending the night with some lady demon at a stupid ass bar. He was exhausted from the drinking and hollering and had just wanted to crash into bed, and when he saw it was an unknown number he just ignored it.

“PIGGY! I CAN’T FIND MY BACKPACK!” Mei called from the hallway.

The chef rubbed his eyes. “Have you looked in the closet?”

A bit of pause.

“NOT THERE– OH WAIT–” Pigsy chuckled a little as he heard things being tossed. “FOUND IT!”

“Well there you go, kid. Get ready.” He called out and with a quick patter, she was gone.

Find a clean shirt. Put in one arm, then the other. Make sure the buttons aren’t crooked. Find pants, one leg, then the other. Find socks. Realize all of your socks are a mess. Realize you are a mess. Put them on anyway. Find shoes, tie them. Breathe.

Pigsy was glad he wasn’t going on the field trip. Of course Mk and Mei had practically begged him, but it was a good step for Tang to have them for a couple of hours. Sorta like ‘testing the waters’ or whatever. ‘Sides, he was feeling hungover, despite the fact he didn’t drink at all the previous night. Or– week, for that matter. Either way there was a headache and he didn’t feel like making breakfast.

MK was already dressed and waiting for the pig demon at the kitchen island, feet swinging happily with the kind of pure joy radiating on his face that only a child could possess.

“Morning Pigsy!” He said, leaning forward. “Whatcha gonna make today?”

“Cereal. I’m tired,” Pigsy grumbled, pulling down a box of ‘Monkey Charms’ and some bowls.

MK laughed a little. “You’re tired a lot, Pigsy.”

“Yeah. I am,” Pigsy sighed, going to the fridge for milk, disappointed to find there was barely enough for two bowls– but whatever, he’d just skip it. Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it.

MK was content though, scarfing down his food at his usual quick pace while he tried to talk about the latest episode of The Ninja King while Pigsy brewed himself a pot of coffee and tried to listen.

He hadn’t even had time to take his coat off when the phone rang again. With a grunt, he set it on the counter, upset he saw it was the same unknown number. He had gone to pour himself a glass of baijiu. It had stopped ringing by the time he finished drinking it.

“...And then Monkey King– er– Monkey Ninja King was all like ‘Watch this suckaaaaa’ and did a backflip, snapped the bad guy's neck and saved the day! It was so cool, Pigsy– I love cable,” MK finished, snapping Pigsy back.

“Sounds kind of violent, don’t it?” Pigsy didn’t have an issue, he just wondered how a kid like MK would like something like that.

“Eh, it was cool,” MK shrugged with a grin, eating more cereal. “Plus, it was to defend this lady monkey so it was for honor and stuff and the greater good.”

“Well that’s good I guess,” Pigsy shrugged to himself.

“MK-! Do you have my– Cereal? Why cereal?” Mei stopped in her tracks.

“What’s wrong with cereal? Don’t you like it?” The chef frowned a little.

“Nooo, I dooo, it’s just– I dunno– boring?” Mei shrugged.

“Well it’s what you’re getting today. Mr. Tang can buy you two some lunch– and if he can’t, then tell him I’ll pay him back,” Pigsy rubbed his forehead and went back to his coffee.

“Ughhhhhhhhhh, okay,” Mei groaned, taking her seat and complying.

The machine beeped and Pigsy grabbed his favorite mug and poured.

With the blink of dissociative eyes, Pigsy was already out the door and dropped the kids off at the school, and apparently he’d lit a cigarette somewhere along the way too. He wasn’t supposed to– he knew MK hated it, but he couldn’t smother it no matter how hard he tried.

“Hey you two little monkeys-! You ready for the field trip?” Tang snuck up on Pigsy and cheered for the kids who quickly joined in.

“I wanna see the monkeys! I hear they got cool nets and stuff and you can go through tunnels and stuff and they’ll move around you,” MK grinned big, glad to step away from the smoke a bit.

“Well I wanna see the reptile room. I wanna see me a big old lizard boy,” Mei announced.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for both, you two,” Tang laughed before turning his attention to Pigsy.

“Are… you okay?” His face immediately fell.

“Bad morning. Have fun with the kids,” Pigsy half-lied, not wanting to get into it and figuring a simple explanation would keep him happy and at least slightly unworried.

“Oh– uh– will do then,” Tang winced a little, before adding– “Try not to smoke too much, though.”

Pigsy snorted weakly before saying motionless goodbyes and heading off to the restaurant by himself.

In the subway, his phone rang. Pigsy’s breath hitched as he fished it out and immediately hit decline, not even bothering to check caller ID. He also didn’t get rid of his cigarette when someone told him it wasn’t allowed on the train. He rode in silence, until he was suddenly unlocking the door of the restaurant.

8:32– he was late.

How, he didn’t know– maybe there’d been a delay in the train. Maybe he’d done something wrong– well that was probably guaranteed but– ugh, he didn’t have time for this. He set his cigarette in an ashtray and started prepping, startled when half way through slicing chives he realized he already had another in his mouth, and the stench was starting to burn his throat.

Get it together.

Suddenly he was finished with both the cigarette and the prep work and so opened at–

9:03– still late.

This time he saw himself fish out his reds and lighter but he didn’t even bother to try and pull back.

His phone buzzed to life again at 9:32, when still nobody had arrived at the restaurant. He took it out of his pocket but instead of answering, he placed it on the counter and watched it buzz and buzz and ring and ring and ring and ring and– Why hadn’t anyone arrived yet? It was a friday for crying out loud– Pigsy was supposed to be busy by now– his hands were supposed to be clocking in orders and he was just supposed to be lost in the circadian rhythm– they were supposed to fucking be here already.

When the phone finally stopped buzzing, Pigsy scrubbed down the restaurant one– two– three but still by 10:19 nobody was there. Nobody. Not a single soul.

Alone.

…He wasn't supposed to– it was technically illegal, but he opened a bottle of rice wine and began to drink, the dry mix of sweet and sour clashing with the ash and toxicity of tobacco. It was god awful and didn't do anything to make Pigsy feel better but he continued to drink anyways as his world just started to spiral in his head.

Nobody was there.

Was he even reading the clocks right? It was morning– people should be here– they shouldn't let him do this– he shouldn't let him do this–

His phone rang again.

Enraged, Pigsy snatched the phone from the counter and grabbed another bottle of wine (having finished the first) before storming up the stairs into the mostly empty apartment that was in the process of becoming an office/hang out space for MK and Mei. He set the phone on the counter and sat at a stool and watched it as his mind tugged him further and further back into the past.

Pigsy popped open the bottle and took a long, long swig.

.o0o.

Annoyance had flooded Pigsy’s senses when the phone rang a third time that morning, and despite his instincts to just hang up and block the number, he answered.

“Hello–”

“Pigsy-! Thank the stars you answered– I-i—”

“Sandy? The hell happened to your phone?” Pigsy poured himself another glass of baijiu.

“Pigsy– l-look, I-i– I don’t know what to do– I-i didn’t know who to call– I-i–”

“Woah, woah, woah– slow your roll here, man,” Pigsy huffed and took a sip. “The hell happened? Are you– crying?”

“I-i’m in jail, Pigsy– b-but look– you gotta listen to me– whatever they tell you, I-i didn’t mean to, okay? She was my world Bajie– please–”

All humor left the air and Pigsy set his glass down. “Sandy, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you with all this weepin’.”

Harsh words– too harsh.

“Pigsy please, you gotta help me–”

“Sandy, stop– Just–” Pigsy rubbed his forehead, leaning on the sink. “It’s way too late for this, and you know I got delivery day tomorrow– ‘sides, bail is closed on the weekends.”

“I just– Xin– you know I-i love her– b-but I thought– she looked like one of ‘em– the enemy soldiers– I didn’t mean to hurt her, Bajie, you know I never would.”

Pigsy’s eyes widened, a lump forming rapidly in his throat.

“Sandy… what happened to Xin?”

His friend didn’t reply.

“Sandy, answer me," Pigsy slammed his fist against his fridge.

Sandy, the tall and stoic and brave, just started blubbering like a baby again and all Pigsy could do was shake his head to stop realization from hitting him, but it settled in nonetheless.

“B-bajie– I swear I didn’t mean to– I didn’t mean to– It was an accident– I thought sh-she– A-and now– I-i can’t live with myself– Bajie please–”

Pigsy took his trembling legs to the table where he lowered the phone and poured another drink through rapidly cloudy eyes.

Hai Xin was the kindest woman alive and the perfect soulmate for Sandy: tall, strong, honest and confident. She was everything Pigsy couldn’t have ever been– she made Sandy happy.

And now she was fucking gone. Because of Sandy. Because of the war.

Because of Pigsy.

“–Bajie y-you have to help me– you know I didn’t mean it– I never would– I loved her– I loveher– please–”

“Jesus fucking Christ Sandy– what the hell do you expect me to do?! Y-you killed her–! I-i can’t–”

"Pigsy, please. No one else knows me like you– y-you’re my best friend– you have to help me," His friend wept.

“Friend???” Pigsy laughed bitterly, tears falling down his face. “I-i– I’m not your friend, Sandy– Friends don’t do this to each other.”

“B…Pigsy, you don’t mean–”

“Of course I fucking do! I-i– I can’t do this– I can’t be with you– I-i–” Pigsy buried his face in his hands.

“Pigsy… please… It was an accident– please believe me…”

Pigsy shook his head violently before having to take several deep breaths so he could spit out, “Get a lawyer, Sandy. A good one.”

Sandy gasped on the other line– “W-wait, Pigsy– plea–”

Pigsy hung up, poured himself another glass of baijiu, and chugged it down before collapsing into sobs.

.o0o.

Sobbing.

Pigsy was sobbing.

He was sitting at the same fucking table, in the same fucking apartment, holding the same fucking phone– that phone– that ringing, unceasing phone– that stupid fucking cursed phone that had destroyed everything–

In half a heartbeat, Pigsy stood and threw his phone against the wall with all his might, shattering it into bits and pieces instantly. He was almost startled by the monstrous force behind it, before he touched his face and realized he had completely lost his glamor.

Long tusks, scarred cheek, wild and matted fur, and roughly seven feet tall– probably 700 pounds too.

He looked like the monster he was inside.

Pigsy immediately sank to his knees and wept– he wept and wept and wept and wept until he was on the floor next to the completely empty bottle of rice wine, sharp pain infecting his chest as it felt he forgot how to breathe.

“S-sandy, I– *hic* – I-i didn’ mean– I’m so– *hic*–sorry,” He gave meaningless, useless, pathetic apologies to the swirling apartment around him. Painful ringing filled his ears and all he could do was cry and cry and cry and cry.

Hai Xin was a saint. Sandy was a saint. And Pigsy? Pigsy was what you saw– a filthy, disgusting, violent, destructive, addicted, fat demon who can’t ever solve his own goddamned messes and was now intoxicated, miserable, and alone.

His vision started to blur as the pain and agony in chest grew. He tried drinking more wine to drown out his disappointment and wrath but by now the bottle was empty so he threw that aside too, glass going everywhere.

Broken pieces– shattered lives– what was Pigsy even doing right now?? God– he totally destroyed his phone– what if it was Tang who called? The school? Were MK and Mei alright? What about Tang? Were all three of them– he shouldn't have left them alone– he shouldn't have left any of them alone. This was his fault. He was a monster– a beast– a murderer– a–

“Mr. Zhu?” A soft voice sent Pigsy shooting straight up, and he immediately swung a punch in that direction, but the (glowing???) figure dodged with perfect ease.

Pigsy landed on the floor with a heavy thud and he cut himself on some of the glass from the wine bottle. He turned back to them, anger still bright in his eyes before the glowing figure touched his arm, and a deep calm washed over him, relaxing his breath and muscles before he could focus his eyes and realize that the bright figure was just–

Gatita..???

“Pigsy– are you alright?” The woman touched his oversized, beastly arm with zero hesitation, which made Pigsy flinch.

“G-gatita– I-i wasn’t– *hic*– expecting you,” He struggled to sit up.

“It’s okay, Pigsy, you’re okay– you're just having a panic attack, just breathe for me,” Gatita assisted, getting him against a wall and kneeling in front of him.

“Th-the kids– they’re– *hic*– are they okay?” He grabbed shoulder. with all his might, making her wince, and he let go in a panic.

“Hey, hey– easy there,” She tried to soothe. “The children are fine, Mr. Zhu– I’m asking about you; What happened? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why are you up here?” She sat in front of him so he was forced to look at her.

Pigsy’s hands fumbled for his cigarettes in his pocket, but Gatita gently pulled them away from his hand.

“Mr. Zhu, I need you to be forward with me,” She looked at him so softly it hurt. “What happened here?”

Pigsy blinked slowly. “Y-you’re the one who– *hic* –called?”

Gatita nodded. “I was hoping to have lunch with you; have you take the day off to chat and see how you’re holding up.”

Pigsy laughed, covering his eyes with his hand. “Sandy… Xin…”

The woman nodded solemnly. “I’ve heard.”

“You’ve– oh shit– Gatita– please– y-you– *hic* –you can’t– the kids– please the kids–” Pigsy shook his head as tears streamed down his fur.

“Hey now,” Gatita said, and another calm wave washed over the demon against his will. “Nobody is going anywhere, nobody is getting taken away– it’s okay.”

‘It’s okay.’

When was anything ever “okay”? How could ruining your best friend's life and getting someone else killed ever okay?????

“Leave me alone, Gatita,” Pigsy growled, eyes red.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Zhu– you are deeply unwell, and you need help,” She placed a soft hand on his giant cheek.

Pigsy glared. “You should be– *hic* – afraid of me.”

Gatita chuckled and wiped away a stray tear. “I’ve seen my fair share of demons, Mr. Zhu, and you’re a rose compared to them.”

Pigsy grunted his disbelief, before asking, “Why were you calling?”

“Well… if you want to think of it in professional terms, then it’s because I know that my client–Mei–’s wellbeing is directly tied to your wellbeing. However, I like to think of it more as me being fond of you and wondering how you’ve been holding up since I last saw you,” She assured him gently.

“You calling is what set me off in the first fuckin’ place– I mean– goddamn– six– seven times–?”

“It was only twice, Mr. Zhu,” Gatita looked genuinely confused.

Pigsy blinked. “N-no, you had– who–?” the demon shook his head, “Doesn’t matter– phone’s fucking broken,” he gestured to the shattered pieces before rubbing his face. “God, I’m such an idiot– I’m sorry– I just– I–”

“You’ve hurt yourself,” Gatita noticed the cut in his hand.

Pigsy growled, “S’what I get for breakin’ all this shit.”

"Broken glass can be swept, and a phone can be replaced, Mr. Zhu, but a life cannot," she frowned softly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bandage.

“God– you think I don’t know that?!," Pigsy snapped, startling her.

For weeks he had pleaded to never had heard that phone call– that he'd go to Xin and Sandy's wedding in two months as planned. That he'd be the best man and give a sappy speech and everything would feel okay and Pigsy would be satisfied knowing Sandy finally had someone good in his life and he could become the recluse in his restaurant like he was always meant to be.

He wished for– begged for– prayed for a way he could've possibly made things better– but once the newspaper arrived and the details of the trial were released, he had known the best thing he could do was disappear.

His Nana had stopped him.

"Hey, hey– it’s alright, just breathe for me–"

“Hai Xin is dead because of me, Gatita,” Pigsy snapped. "I cant just fucking 'breathe' that away!"

Gatita went silent for a moment, closing her eyes before unwrapping the bandage and placing it on his hand.

"Mr. Zhu… feeling guilty and torturing yourself or even getting yourself killed won’t bring her back– you must understand this," she pleaded. "MK, Mei and Tang need you, and I will not watch idly by as you throw yourself away."

Pigsy sat up a little. “I-i wasn’t– I’m not–”

Gatita looked deep, deep into his eyes.

"...It's just a bad day."

"You don't have to be alone, you know."

"I've been alone for eight years, Gatita, and I’ve always been just fine, and I’ll always be fine–"

"You know you didn't turn on your sign. The one outside."

Pigsy blinked. "...What?"

"That’s why nobody was in the restaurant. They thought you hadn’t opened.”

The demon shook his head. "But that's… nonono, I always–"

"Mr. Zhu, look at me."

He hesitated but obeyed.

"You are not fine. You are not okay. You made terrible mistakes in your past and they have wounded you severely. You need help and not just for your sake– but for your family's too."

"They aren’t my family…"

Gatita gasped in quiet heartbreak and Pigsy quickly corrected himself.

"I-i don't mean it like that– I-i just– I-i can't. I'm not good enough– I'll never be good enough– I mean– look at me!" Pigsy laughed pathetically. "I'm a seven foot drunk fucking monster with giant tusks and claws and just– I can't. I-i can care, I can watch, I-i can protect, but I'll never– I can't be a– I'll kill them."

Gatita instantly wrapped her arms around his thick neck and squeezed tightly, saying nothing and yet everything at the same time. For some stupid, pathetic reason, Pigsy hugged her back and allowed himself to cry in her embrace.

“Mr. Zhu… you are not cursed, and you are not a murderer. What happened was an awful, awful accident that isn't anybody's fault," She said, still holding on.

Pigsy shook his head. "I'll kill them one day– I will, I will–”

“Pigsy–" She let go.

“All I do is hurt people. A-and yeah, I can try, but I’ll fuck up just like my pops did and then they’ll turn 18 and never, ever want to see me again, and with Mei’s fancy schmancy inheritance they can move to the otherside of the world for all they care, a-and–”

“Pigsy, look at me.”

He did.

“Your father is not kind to himself. Neither was his, or his father and so on and so forth. If you want to break this pattern, you must believe in yourself and that you can be better,” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“How the hell’d you know that?” Pigsy snorted in contempt, and Gatita frowned.

“That doesn’t matter,” She waved him off. “Let me ask you somethinge: do you think the kids would be happy seeing you like this?” She asked.

Pigsy shook his head and meant it.

He could practically imagine it– MK standing frozen by the door at the sight of him– terrified of him throwing that bottle. Mei would yell at him for scaring MK– say she hates him, or say she wished she’d prefer her babysitters or nannies anyday compared to him. She’d find a way to hurt him– she would. They’d never trust him again. And Pigsy would deserve it.

“Children are impressionable creatures, Mr. Zhu. Their minds are so susceptible to every little thing and pattern– not unlike monkeys, really,” Gatita laughed a little before shaking her head. “But I digress– what I mean is… well… Would you like it if the kids, having heard or seen your self-abusive tendencies, began to mimic it?”

“No-! That’d be–...” Pigsy’s eyes softened in realization. “That’d be awful, ma’am.”

The lawyer smiled at him wearily. “You need to take care of yourself, friend. For the children’s sake because– well– pardon my bluntness, but the last thing they need is to lose another parental figure.”

Her words hit like dagger in his chest, but at least the message was loud and clear.

“I-i don’t… I don’t wanna fail ‘em, I just feel like I will anyways…” He whispered, looking away.

“The best way to make sure that doesn’t happen is to take care of yourself, Mr. Zhu,” She placed a soft hand under his chin.

“But I– I don’t–”

“You may think you don’t deserve it, but don’t the children deserve a happier, healthier guardian?”

“Then give them to Tang-!” Pigsy shouted. “I-i don’t know why or how I was chosen, but I am very clearly not the best guy for the job– I mean– look at me– really, really look at me.”

She did.

“Do I seriously look like I could ever be a ‘happy, healthy guardian’?” He asked, voice cracking.

“Mr. Zhu, you do not understand how much deliberation went into your eventually selection– while Mr. Tang is good and kind and–”

“–And human?” Pigsy glared.

“...and intelligent, he cannot provide the level of protection you can. He lacks your bravery and tenacity and your resourcefulness– he is a great man, but he is not the protector and caregiver they need,” She took two of his fingers and squeezed them, since his hand was far too big to be held.

“...But what if I ruin ‘em? What if–” Pigsy swallowed a lump in his throat– “What if one day that light in MK’s eyes just… fades. What if Mei stops joking around? What if something hurts them– what if I hurt them? What if it’s all my fault and they really would’ve ended up better off with some fancy schmancy royal life instead of being with me? What if you were wrong?”

“There is nothing that cannot be overcome with love, compassion, and care– and that includes to the self,” Gatita didn’t waver a second.

Pigsy opened his mouth to speak, but Gatita held out a finger.

“Think of it this way: if you had the option of boarding a bus with a driver that hated himself, never got any sleep, and was smoking and drinking, versus one with a bit of temperament but always arrived on time and with care, which would you feel better about picking? Heck– which one would you want MK and Mei to ride with?”

Pigsy closed his eyes and bit his cheek before shaking his head. “Dammit Gatita– you make this really hard.”

The lawyer laughed. “I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.”

Pigsy didn’t doubt that.

Gatita dusted herself off and stood. “Look– how's about you let me take you home, I’ll make you some tea, lend you an ear for any other thoughts or feelings you have– or we just watch a movie, go for a walk– and overall just relax until the children and Tang get home and I’ll let you take it from there, hm?”

Pigsy sighed, running his hand through his fur. “I… yeah, I guess that does sound kinda… nice…”

“Wise decision,” Gatita winked and offered her hand.

Pigsy didn’t take it right away though, glancing at her nervously.

“I… I really, really don’t wanna hurt ‘em…” he confessed.

“You want to know something?” She asked.

Pigsy nodded.

“No good parent wants to either,” She whispered with a wink.

Pigsy laughed a little. “Guess I can’t argue there, huh?”

Gatita shrugged. “You put up a good fight– reminds me of an old friend,” she once again offered her hand.

This time, Pigsy took it, shrinking back down to his glamored form, though stumbling a bit forward since he was still quite drunk.

“Feeling any better yet, Mr. Zhu?” Gatita smiled softly and helped stabilize him.

“It’s Pigsy– and… yeah, I guess I am… thanks.” Pigsy couldn’t help but give a weak smile in return.

“Anytime, Pigsy,” Gatita nodded a little. “Now let’s get you home and get something other than two bottles of wine in you, hm?”

“Ugh– is that what happened? Jeez, I really am a mess,” Pigsy cringed.

“You’re a work in progress,” Gatita patted his arm before getting the door. “Shall we?”

“Yeah… yeah– let’s go,” Pigsy nodded to himself and together the pair walked into a brighter day.

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Back with burn scars Billy! Maybe because of his limited mobility, he can’t reach top shelves, up high things and such.

Neil sends Billy out grocery shopping on day- some bullshit abusive asshole stuff about Billy needing to pull his weight or something- and he can’t reach some cereal that Neil specifically asked for.

Just as Billy is about to give up, Steve comes in and grabs it, a true night in shinning armor 🥰

The last one, if you missed it

He wouldn't put it past his dad to have picked this cereal specifically because it was on the top shelf. He stares up at it, brow furrowed, biting his lip as he strains but...

He presses forward just a centimeter, and pain shoots up his arm. He pulls back, and the pain remains, lingering along his ribs and upper back, fizzling and popping like carbonation.

He didn't even get his hand much past his eyeline, and he's sweating like he just ran a mile.

Can't do that either.

"Fuck..." Billly mutters, trying to figure how mad his dad will actually be if he doesn't bring it home.

It would be a whole lot easier if no one could see him. Well it wouldn't be physically easier, but he would feel a little less like an animal in a zoo.

"Hey!"

Billy turns, already rolling his eyes because he recognizes that voice. Of course he does.

It's Harrington, Christmas sweater making his brown eyes look golden and sticky sweet in the shitty florescent lights of the grocery store.

Billy probably looks like.... oh, he doesn't want to think about that.

"Alright, Harrington?"

"Yeah just," Harrington raises his basket, "Getting some cereal."

Billy nods, then turns back to his task. He can kind of see Harrington linger out of the corner of his eyes. He's been like this, since the whole... fucking horrible Starcourt thing. Hanging around. Hanging around Billy's hospital bed, and around the house when Harrington dropped Max off. Just... hanging around.

Neil fucking loved Harrington. Responsible. Trustworthy. Masculine. Able to raise his hand over his head too. Everything Billy wasn't.

Billy strains, fighting for every inch. He's not going to let fucking Harrington see him like this. He trembles as his hand goes past his eyeline... it hurts so much. He pushes himself through it.

"You like corn pops too?" Harrington reaches up like it's nothing, and plucks the box off the shelf.

Billy bites down on a curse, "Yeah. I guess."

"These are my favorite," Harrington shrugs, "Sweet but not too sweet, ya know?"

Billy drops his hand to his side, trying not to sigh in relief because it will ruin his glare.

He tightens his jaw while he meets Harrington's stupid perfect face.

"Sure," Billy growls.

Harrington drops them in Billy's basket, "Maybe we could... share some, sometime?"

"What?" Billy wrinkles his nose.

Harrington shrugs, cocking his head to one side in that new way he's been doing, chin tipped forward to the right, watching Billy with those bambi brown eyes.

Billy forgets that he was upset. He forgets that he's in the grocery store, sweating under his zip up hoodie, covered in scars, shuffling his feet on linoleum. For a moment, looking at Steve Harrington he's somewhere else. Somewhere golden brown and fizzy and creamy and wonderful, like he's floating on top of a root beer float.

"Maybe you could come over to my place, and we could have cereal together," Harrington's eyes flicker across Billy's face.

"Why?" Billy croaks, feeling like he can't breathe.

Harrington licks his lower lip, "You know, if we're hungry. After. We can have cereal. For breakfast."

Billy doesn't say anything. He doesn't even think anything but root beer float dreams and pink lips.

Harrington shrugs, "Think about it, will you?"

Billy nods before he realizes he's doing it. He doesn't... is Harrington saying what he thinks he is?

Harrington smiles though, head tipping down again so that his hair falls over his eyes, "See you around."

It's only until after Harrington's gone, and the smog of confusion and root beer fizzling lust clears... Billy looks down at his basket and curses Harrington out for thirty seconds.

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Pancakes & Corn Pops, these boys love their treats @hickory-smoked-ass maybe I'm writing hungry lol

#harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #asks #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve x billy #cutie boys #text post

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grandgrief · 2 months

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RP SENTENCE STARTERS INSPIRED BY "PEACEMAKER TRIES HARD!" (2023) MEGAPOST

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"Why would you even want to diverge from the preexisting beloved lore?"

"They probably have to change it a little for like, legal reasons or something, right?"

"I haven't heard a ton of jazz musicians but that doesn't mean they don't exist and aren't good at their jobs."

"The protein powder is for maintaining my ripped and sensual physique, and the instant cake mix is for a very special event this weekend."

"What's your deal, anyway? You shoot laser beams or turn into a fishman or something?"

"Shoot. With this poop-eating motherfucker on the case, we should have peace any day now."

"Did you say 'muscle cake?' is that a euphemism? Because we've talked about this."

"The lady at the store said something about it. You know what, I'll just look it up when I get home."

"Last time we were at one of his get-togethers, it was just him showing off his collection of VHS porn. He said he found it in the woods."

"It was disgusting. Even for me."

"Oh shit! I don't envy them. I hate fighting that guy."

"Do these guys have some meta-human in there? Some guy named Koncrete with a K or a cyborg called Lasernuts?"

"There's a whole GROUP of us! We're likeminded and happy to be in each other's company!"

"What a fancy little man. He looks like he has a tuxedo on."

"It's a stray. Strays don't have names."

"--Anyway so you should come check it out, there's going to be beer, cake, hot music, so many bangable chicks. Or dudes. Or whatever you're into--"

"I'm not coming to your party. None of us are. We don't know you, dude."

"Maybe those guys are right and no one does like me. I'm not going to lie, it feels like that."

"You can't trust nothing that forms loyalty without an ideology."

"But maybe a dog's super power is seeing something worth loving in anyone?"

"Now hit all the targets or I'm putting you in the moron box for 48 hours."

"Cardio is for pussies, but it's important for heart health."

"Damn [NAME]-- you can't just barge in here, I could've been jerking off."

"If you violate your parole enough you know, I'll have to take you down. And I always get my man."

"You know you need eggs for this, right? I've seen your fridge, and all you have is a half-empty jar of pickles and a bottle of mustard."

"It's instant cake mix. You just add water."

"Bro, I'm a city employee. I just work here."

"I wish to make love again! To PRANCE through fields! To EMOTE with facial expressions and dramatic arm movements once again!"

"I'm afraid I need a body that has no risk of rejecting an intelligent brain.

"I'm way better than Batman. That dude's been fighting the same clown for twenty years."

"You know how many clowns I could beat up in twenty years?... Probably like EIGHT BILLION!"

"The TV said the Penguin robbed a bank, so this dumbass went to the zoo and started causing a ruckus in the Antarctica exhibit."

"HA HA! Because joke's on you, because my mom's dead. Unless you're saying your parents fuck dead moms?"

"I'm not crying, by the way. I got a scratched cornea from tearing some terrorists new buttholes yesterday and my eye's just leaking."

"WHAT are you doing? Everyone knows the driver controls the music."

"You know, I thought I was getting saddled with some stupid, villainous henchman sent to babysit me. But you're cool as shit."

"I hope this is the place, because we're in the middle of bumfuck nowhere."

"We aren't approved for overtime and we're an ass hair away from deadline."

"You knocked over my bowl of hard candies. There are going to be little carpet hairs mixed in there now. It's utterly ruined."

"This has gone on long enough! I'm getting one of my delightful death machines."

"Now where did I put my glasses? I need my glasses for death dealing."

"You know who wants to help a turd? Fucking no one. Because no one cares about a useless little piece of shit."

"My only friend is a dog I just met. One who, honestly, probably doesn't know me well enough to make a decision on if they actually like me or not. Which is moot anyway because some dudes kidnapped the dog to trick me into doing something for them. Which feels awful because not only is my only friend gone, but I'm so desperate for attention I was actually excited to be needed by the type of people that would steal a dog."

"And worse, it turns out they didn't even need me for that job and betrayed me and then tried to kill me. My current existence is fraught with utter loneliness and all-encompassing incompetence."

"I believe this fella is using a feminine napkin as a band-aid."

"You ever seen a super-hero in this sad condition before?"

"You guys might be right, you know? I just wanted to make the world more peaceful... but it's not more peaceful."

"Are you crying, boy? Superheroes don't cry."

"EVERYONE cries, dammit!"

"There ain't no super-villains allowed in this bar!"

"Look, sorry about your friend, but I was just a pawn, I--"

"We had 63 days without a worksite incident, you son of a bitch!"

"Jesus, you freak. Orange juice in the eyes? You may as well have thrown acid in his face!"

"Maybe I do suck, but I don't suck compared to these guys!..."

"... I suck compared to Green Lantern, and that dude wouldn't let these assholes push him around."

"You crossed state lines again without approval."

"I'm responsible for making sure dozens of super-powered ex-convicts follow the rules of their release."

"[NAME] is here to kick your cocks off!"

"You can control bees? Like a whole SWARM? That's hardcore, bro!"

"I don't know, man. I don't know if we can do this. I don't know if I got what it takes anymore and you're an old man with a bee."

"You know they only put me on the most dangerous cases, right? I wouldn't be here if you weren't a force to be reckoned with."

"You DO know that with just the push of a button I can have a hundred armored mechs descend on this place and render you into pieces?"

"Because... if you don't... I'm going to shove this napkin dispenser all the way up your OLD, WRINKLED ASS."

"I was alive at the dawn of man. I've touched every spot on this wretched planet, and drew blood on most. I've lived countless years with endless time. There's nothing I have not seen or done."

"Do you honestly think that in all of my long life I've never had a napkin dispenser up my rectum? Do you really consider that a THREAT to me?"

"Well... you'd be right. It was incredibly uncomfortable and I despised it. You boys are really refuting all my bluffs today."

"Don't you worry about me, I can still do the three most important things in life: flying, fucking, and fornicating."

"This is not the team-up I was hoping for, man. I was hoping for Harley or Deadshot. Hell, I'd even take King Shark, even though he smells like the seafood section at a grocery store."

"Well, you better tell your little friend to be careful. This place is full of crazy, dangerous, poisonous little predator fucks."

"See these tree frogs? They have enough poison on them to kill ten to twenty grown men. They got this giant centipede here that can catch and eat birds and bats and shit. And that's dope, but I sure as fucking hell don't want to be pulling it off my junk. Probably because I went to take a piss and it was like 'Yum, that looks like a small mammal, I should eat it!'"

"I'm not going to die because something gave me a little bite. I'm going to die the way god intended: mid-fuck, eating a club sandwich I just dipped in honey mustard."

"Hey, have you guys seen a mad scientist super-villain hangout around here?

"This place used to be BUMPING. Had us smuggling guns, drugs, jewels, stolen art. We lived life on the RAZOR'S EDGE. If it was profitable we were in on it. No matter how illegal or dangerous. Now they've got us smuggling recreations of rare trading cards. This crate here? FULL of knockoff limited edition sneakers!"

"I don't know what's going to make me and my boys feel the best, you know what I mean? What's going to pop off."

"Feed them to the Piranha? Oh SHIT!"

"Hell yeah! Let's party: FUEL ME, MY CUMULONIMBUS STIMULANT CLOUD!"

"Did you mickey his cocaine with a poison dart frog?"

"Yeah, but I feel real bad for that frog-- wait. There it is. It's fine."

"Birds and the bees? I never got what that talk was about. How things fly? I could fly too if I had wings and hollow bones."

"Clones means they're easily replaceable, right? Expendable henchmen?! I'm going to kick so much ass!"

"We aren't really fighting henchmen. We're more like 'experiments and janitorial' henchmen."

"We're actually not evil despite being clones of someone incredibly evil. It has initiated some pretty compelling nature vs nurture debates here."

"Believe it or not, by the time he mastered the cloning process he'd been in that ooze too long and his original body rejected him."

"Anyway, we're all pretty smart and can see what's coming next, so we're all going to flee en masse."

"Fuck, I'm not going to sleep for a month. I feel like crying right now."

"And it's not even like he talks to me or anything. It's just train-train-train, all the time."

"Drink all your vitamin goo. Learn to make explosives from common items."

"I know how it feels when you're a burden or a disappointment. Like you can't do anything to earn their love."

"But you know what I realized? When you go to the airport, you have to take your shoes off and they scan your stuff. When you give blood it gets screened. You have to pass a test to drive a car. But there's nothing to keep any old loser from becoming a dad. Dude puts a baby in someone's belly, they think they're king of the world."

"But a good dad would tell you that you don't suck, and that you're good enough despite what other assholes tell you. Because you don't suck, and you are good enough. A good dad wouldn't let you fight your battles alone. A good dad wouldn't tell you what you're going to be when you grow up. They'd ask what you wanna do and support it."

"I'm not sure how anyone survives past that age. It's exhausting."

"I hope you both choke to death on a fart."

"Yeah, it's another day I have tolerate your useless idiot face."

"You stole my dog. You tricked AND betrayed me. Hell, you shot me in the back. You tried to KILL me. But pretending to be my friend? That's worse than ANYTHING!"

"You're a brutish oaf who's made it this far despite himself. A doofus thorn in my side who has ruined my plans and home by fluke."

"So now I'm going to ruin everything in your life. Starting with that loathsome little town you call home. AND THEN THE REST OF THE WORLD!"

"It's my destiny. It was meant to be. Avenging the loss of my squadron on the man who killed them with the very machine that slaughtered them."

"It would be a disservice to them not to make everyday the best, most beautiful thing it possibly could be."

"I've dedicated myself to living a life without regrets."

"There's an evil, vile tidal wave crashing relentlessly against this world. Its churning waters smash the good and drown the kind. Every moment of this existence is unjust turmoil and chaos."

"You're a good kid and a great hero. And I can see you're trying as hard as you can."

"You had a really good dad who cared the shit out of you... and most of us don't get that."

"If they were here I know they'd tell us not to be sad they're gone. Life's too short to be sad."

"But I think that's a lot to ask. I know I'm going to be sad for a really long time. And I know you will be too.

"But we should try not to be: for them."

"You shouldn't smash burgers down like that. They're gonna lose all their juices."

"We ain't gonna miss the best superhero in the state's birthday party."

"Met 'em when they tried to kill me in a sewage treatment plant. Good dude."

"For god's sake, let the tree go! What are you going to do, replant it?"

"What are we doing here? I'd rather be in prison than deal with this guy."

"This place smells like a high school boys' wrestling team and everything's... curiously sticky."

"Is this just celery on a bun?"

"You're a wooden club of a human being. Simple, rough, and only good for bashing things. But somehow... despite yourself... you've come through with a victory again."

"Your presence is the only presents I need."

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thosetwofirefighters · 1 year

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Chris had been begging for a sibling for years, but he guesses a pet could be a happy compromise.

hiiii beautiful anon, thank you so much!! wrote this at the beach today and had so much fun! <3

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Chris has been begging for a sibling for years, but he guesses a pet could be a happy compromise. Despite his insistence that his dad and Buck have been raising him together for years now—a fact neither of them have disputed—they’ve repeatedly shot down Chris’ arguments that now that they’re finally officially together, they should give Chris the sibling he’s been asking for for ages. He wants someone he could always play with, someone whose side he’ll always be on—he wants to be a big brother, but Dad and Buck always say it’s too soon, too early in their relationship. Chris thinks it’s dumb—they’ve been together for years, even though they weren’t technically dating until recently.

Still, a pet seems like a happy compromise, so they end up at the West Los Angeles Animal Shelter so Chris can pick out a new family member. As much as he wants a sibling, he’s always wanted a dog as well. He’d tried asking his dad for one when they first moved to LA but had been told they couldn’t afford one. Now that Buck has finally moved into their home though, they’ve got extra funds to put towards a new pet.

“Are you sure you want a dog, Chris?” asks Eddie, warily looking down the hall towards the kennels. “We could get a cat instead. Or a lizard! I’m sure lizards are fun to play with.”

“Lizards are cool, but we can see them at the zoo whenever we want! And no, Eds, they aren’t fun to play with,” Buck argues.

Chris giggles. “You said we could get any pet I want, and I want a dog. I’ve wanted a dog.”

Dad nods, but he’s got his grumpy face on, and Chris laughs again. He knows his dad will probably end up loving the dog they adopt—they just need to find one first.

“Just because you’re a cat person doesn’t mean you won’t love our dog!” Chris continues.

Buck bounces with excitement next to him as they head toward the kennels housing the dogs. “What do you have against dogs anyway, babe?”

“Nothing!” Eddie protests. “They’re just so…much. Cats are easy, you know? Feed ‘em, give ‘em a litter box, and you’re good to go. I don’t know if I’m gonna be a good dog dad.”

Chris shakes his head but doesn’t say anything, letting Buck take the reins on reassuring Dad. The idea that he could suck at owning a dog is ridiculous—he’s the best dad Chris could’ve asked for, other than Buck (they’re tied), so he knows their new dog will love him. They just have to.

They slowly make their way down the rows of kennels, Chris smiling and saying hi to every dog they pass while Buck continues reassuring his dad that it’ll be fine. All of the dogs are cute, and the shelter employee quietly following them has assured them that they’re all friendly, but none of them stick out to him—none of them seem right—until they reach a kennel almost at the end of the room, where a dog’s nose sticks as far out of the kennel that he can push it, eagerly waiting for the Buckley-Diaz family to reach him and give him some attention. His tail wags tirelessly when Chris stops in front of him, and he whines sweetly for attention, gazing up at him.

“Can I pet him?” Chris asks, looking at the employee, whose name tag identifies her as Kira.

She nods, saying, “His name is Thor, and he’s the sweetest thing. He’s been here for months though—he’s part pit bull, so people just assume he’s aggressive when that’s the furthest from the truth.”

Chris turns back to Thor, holding his hand out for the dog to sniff. Thor snuffles against his hand before licking the entire length of it, causing Chris to shriek with laughter before sticking his hand through the bars of the kennel to scritch the top of Thor’s head.

Thor leans into the touch, his head warm against Chris’ fingers, big eyes practically pleading with Chris to take him home. His butt shakes with the force of his tail wagging, and Chris grins widely at him before turning toward his dads. Buck has a look of pure awe on his face, smiling softly at Chris and Thor. He replaces Chris’ hand with his own, petting Thor when Chris pulls away. Dad looks more reluctant, but Chris thinks seeing him interact with Thor has softened his attitude about this whole thing.

“Eds, introduce yourself,” Buck encourages, causing Dad to mimic Chris’ earlier actions. He reaches his hand out, allowing the dog to smell first before petting the top of his head. His expression softens even more as he pets Thor, and Chris knows this is it.

Kira unlocks the kennel for them, letting them take Thor outside to play with. They play fetch, which turns into tug of war, Thor not letting go until Dad takes over for Chris. Buck takes pictures with his phone the whole time, documenting their first meeting.

Eventually Chris says, “Can we keep him?” and turns on his puppy dog eyes that he knows his parents can’t resist.

“We already agreed to get a pet, bud, so if he’s the one you want, he’s ours,” Buck says, grinning.

Chris nods animatedly before throwing his arms around Thor and hugging him tightly. “I want him!” he says. “I love him so much already!”

Kira smiles at them, handing Dad a clipboard with some forms on it. Chris drowns them out when they start talking about boring stuff—what food to get him, vet recommendations—choosing to continue playing with Thor instead.

Soon enough, Dad disappears inside with Kira, returning a few minutes later with a leash. “He’s all ours,” he says, and Chris screams with excitement. “Ready to take him home?”

#just 1k words of them adopting the sweetest baby i could imagine #buddie #buddie fanfiction #911 fox #911 fanfiction #my work #ask #answered #mine #911

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luwupercal · 1 year

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Abnett When He Put a reference of Emps possibly being Alexander the great probably thought is was a cool thing but I can't stop thinking of Hephaestion's death and Alexander's grief of it, because if we say Emps is Alexander that shows a lot of his old personality if he did change from Molech or time. It showed that he did care once and showed real emotions. And Oll story can still make sense since Alexander is a conquer and did sometimes call himself god I think. That and Alexander actually died about 8 months later after Hephaestion's, at about 32 it puts lots of thoughts of what the Emperor was during it. Sorry for this rambling but this is just really interesting to me. I'm kinda surprise no one is talking about it. Sorry again

NO THIS IS FASCINATING THIS IS FASCINATING I HADNT HEARD OF THIS. i hadnt ever considered the emperor as alexander the great but now that youve put the idea in my brain i kind of LOVE it. thats a very good historical figure to put the emperor as having Secretly Been tbh

in fact in a brilliant moment of serendipity one of my favourite historical factoids is that apparently (APPARENTLY. do not quote me on this. alleged statements & hearsay only no sources) to transport his body for burial they laid alexander the great to rest in like a tub full of honey bc it slows down rotting since honey doesnt rot at all + lemon demon has a song called Sweet Bod about a different practice involving burying corpses in honey (this time for pseudo medicinal purposes) that ive always strongly associated w the emperors corpse and the cult built around it lololol

also do not ever apologize for sending me asks, zero worries, I love to hear peoples thoughts on warhammer even if i disagree lololol. I like to see different perspectives!! It's enrichment to me. like a zoo animal given a hollowed out pumpkin full of hamburger

a lot of times im like ehhh... about the whole "emperor having had compassion once" thing but i do think him having been Alexander the great is actually really good for this. as far as I know this dude (which isnt very to be frank!) he was a guykissing boyking mass conqueror who was a historical figure when julius caesar was alive who died of twink death which ticks a lot of boxes for my thoughts on what the emperor couldve theoretically been while young (super long time ago, still a conqueror, immature in a way that makes a lot of sense with the ways the emperor remained immature to his sorta-death) with the bonus of making him a menliker 360 which as a fellow menliker series x i approve of very heartily. this might be how it works for me.

AND the whole hephaestion thing u say is SO FUN AND INTERESTING as a characterization thing... forget shipping the emperor with malcador or whatever the one person he considered his soulmate died before oily josh was a twinkle in marys grandmothers eye. which is i think so fucking true and real to him. + the like rage of being nearly allpowerful but you still cant bring back the person you loved most who died young slots really well into the emperor i think it gives him an achillean flair just a little bit of. you know when dads casually drop Lore about their life and its the most deranged shit youve heard in your life and hes just made it such a normal part of his life he never really thought to bring up his Backstory. i feel like this is the vibe by 30k. im imagining the custodes furiously sharing memes in their custodes only discord server about every completely bananas Emperor Lore Drop

the questions im mostly bubbling with rn about all of this are stuff like. at what points the historical record was lied to. like in 40ks version of history was alexander the great adopted or did the emperor do a kill and replace w the original alexander (Erebus/Marneus Calgar style) or was the backstory completely different and if so, what were the historical ramifications...... i obviously dk a lot about alexander the great but I just Think it Works™️. It Works Great

thank u Very much for the ask this is cool as hell to think about o7

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ads1008 · 1 year

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In another life

Lighting never strikes twice. That was what Eddie hoped as he climbed the ladder screaming Buck’s name. His ears were ringing not hearing the shouting of the 118, demanding him to come back down and stop. How could he stop when Buck, the man he knew he loved but would never share, was dangling for his life? Or the worst dead.

The rain poured harder mixing with Eddie’s tears as he continued his climb. Lightning strikes again a couple of inches away causing him to lay low still gripping the ladder while Buck still hangs 40 feet above the ground. Eddie sucked in a breath continuing the climb just a few more rungs.

“Buck, hold on,” Eddie yelled. He grabbed hold of the rope, which was heavy in his hands. Eddie had held Buck’s life in his hands a million times. Each time he never felt like he was going to lose hold. Tonight was different as he slowly lowered Buck down knowing Hen and Bobby were down below waiting for him.

Hen and Bobby grabbed a whole of him as Eddie cut the rope leaving the last lifeline he had of Buck. He ran down the ladder as fast as he could to meet them on the other side of the gurney. They all have been here before.

“His breathing is swallow,” Chim called, “Starting chest compressions.”

“His heart stopped beating, we need the AED,” Hen commanded.

Eddie shook away the fog running into the ambulance to grab the device and hand it over to Chimney. At that moment Eddie had never felt so useless and scared.

Eddie stood as he watched Buck rise and fall off from the gurney. Each shook trying to bring him back to life. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. Clear, one, clear, two, clear, three, clear, four, clear, five.

“We have a heartbeat load him in,”

Eddie scrambled picking up the end where Buck’s head laid, unconscious and still. He sat next to him grabbing his hand, sending a plea, a wish. Everything would be okay.

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“What a man, whatta man. Whatta mighty good man” sang from the radio.

“That was What a man by Salt and Pepper. Stay put because more great hits are coming your way at WJ 1.03 the place to get the hits and the classics in LA.”

Evan turned his car off reaching in the back seat of his car for his book bag. He unzipped it looking frantically for his badge. Each pocket comes up empty. Today was not a day to be late with it being Monday and the copier was already jammed with last-minute copies. Then it dawned on him, Evan had put it in the glove box.

Evan scrambled out of his car running into the school building as the bell rang.

“Good morning, Mr. Buckley. Crazy morning.”

“Good morning, Carol. More like a busy weekend. My brother is staying with me because a pipe burst in his apartment.”

“Tell Daniel, I said hello.”

“Will do" Evan called over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway to his classroom.

“Good morning, my friends. Has anyone done anything recently for the history books?”

Evan paused waiting for his students to think of anything. Finally, a hand shot up. Teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites but Christopher was definitely Buck’s favorite. He was such a smart kid.

“Yes, Chris,”

“My dad saved someone from a fire.”

“Your dad is a firefighter,” Evan asked. There was a point in time he thought he was going to become a firefighter. Plans changed and teaching was more his calling anyways.

“He’s a hero,”

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Evan and Chris stood outside the school waiting for his dad to come to pick him up. Something about his shift ran over and would be late. Evan didn’t mind. Chris was telling him stories about how he moved to Texas and went to the zoo with his tia Peppa.

“I am sorry for being late. Hello, mijo,” a man called wearing an LAFD shirt running up the sidewalk and scooping up Christopher in a tight hug.

Evan smiled as Chris laughed in his dad’s arms. He had the biggest smile he had ever seen.

“It’s not a problem, Mr. Diaz. Chris is such a wonderful kid. We were just about to discuss which is a better predator. A lion or a tiger.”

Mr. Diaz smiled at Evan. Evan nervously laughed. This man made him feel a certain kind of way and he couldn’t put a finger on it.

“He just loves the zoo. Begs to go every weekend. It’s just so hard to go with my shifts and to find childcare but that's my problem,” Mr. Diaz laughed, “Christopher say bye to Mr. Buckley.”

“Bye, Mr. Buckley,” Chris called.

Evan watched as they walked away. For a moment he could feel his feet moving towards them. Wanting to go with them like it was a natural thing. Evan shook it off, grabbed his bag, and headed home.

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A teacher's salary didn’t get you far in LA but a small apartment with a wonderful view of the brick wall of the apartment across from you. Luckily Evan also had to walk up several flights of steps since his apartment was on the eighth floor.

“Maddie, they said the pipe wouldn’t be fixed for two weeks. Besides, Evan doesn’t mind.”

Evan walked in to find his older brother sprawled across his green couch. Daniel was the cool older brother that Evan looked up to. Everything Daniel did, Evan wanted to do too. Daniel moved to Los Angeles to become an actor. Evan knew he was going to move to LA once he graduated college. Daniel was his best friend until now. He was kinda a mess.

Evan walked around cleaning up the Chinese takeout and dirty dishes that were piled up in the sinks. He loved his brother but he had to go. Daniel walked over to sit at one of the bar stools so Evan could see Maddie.

“Hey, Mads. Two weeks isn’t so bad. Now tell me when are you coming to visit.” Evan questioned.

“It’s pretty busy here at the hospital, but I will get out there for the summertime. Save a spot for me at the beach.”

“Will do. How are mom and dad?”

“Evan, they’re mom and dad. Mom is obsessed with her book club and dad is still busy at the college.”

Sound about right, Evan thought. Their parents were so busy with keeping up appearances. Country club on Saturday. Church functions on Sunday. Dad flew for conferences. Mom joined a million clubs and sponsored the next charity event. It was the Buckley siblings on their own for school and making dinner. Maddie was the mom and Daniel was the dad for Evan when he was a small child. There was never a point in time where he was wondering where they were when he had Maddie and Daniel.

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Eddie paced back and forth in front of Buck’s room. It’s been twelve hours since they brought Buck in. Twelve hours since Eddie begged for his partner’s heart to reset. Pray for him to be okay. To not die under his hands but to live. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to go into the room or look through the window. Couldn’t bear to see Buck hooked up to all of the machines, unable to breathe on his own. So, standing guard was all Eddie could do.

“He looks so small. When Buck was young, he was always a reckless kid. Making ramps to jump higher and higher even though half of the time he would miss the landing. I would run out to clean up the scratches. Scrolling him for being reckless. Buck has broken every bone in his body and came out of it with a smile. I always thought he was,”

“Invincible,” Eddie whispered, finishing Maddie’s sentence.

Maddie turned to Eddie with tears in her eyes. Eddie didn’t know Maddie. He knew her as Buck’s sister and Chim’s girlfriend. Eddie felt bad for not getting to know her more.

“When will this be done? If it isn’t Buck in the room, it's Chim or you.”

Eddie gave her a perplexed look.

“Me?”

Maddie nodded, wrapping her arms around her waist. Shielding the cold that was not there. If Eddie knew the feeling because he could still feel the cold wet rain on his skin even though he had been dried for hours.

“Yes, you. I wasn’t there for Buck during the sniper situation but I heard enough stories about Buck’s actions. He was reckless and emotional. Chimney would come home a wreck after begging him to open up or say anything. He wouldn’t. Chimney said Buck came to work and went back to Christopher. They would ask him to stay just for a quick meal and each time he said no. He had to go home and be with his,” Maddie didn’t finish the sentence.

Buck had been running home after a long shift, half asleep when the crew asked if he wanted to get breakfast. He just shook them off, saying he had to get home because he needed to drop his son off at school. The crew stared at each other not saying a word because he was that child’s second father and Eddie would agree that day he was discharged from the hospital.

“We’re firefighters. This was what we signed up for right? Protect others and bring them home to their families even though we know that we might not make it back to ours.” Eddie said.

Maddie gave him a solemn look, laying a hand on his crossed arms.

“Eddie, why don’t you go home and get some sleep?”

Eddie laid a hand over her hand dropping it back to her side. “Maddie you know I can’t,”

“I do,”

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“Daniel, is there a full moon? Did you know full moons cause dysregulates in the gravity of the Earth causing people’s moods to fluctuate,” Evan closed the door behind him as he walked in from a long day of teaching the children of America. It had to be a full moon, he thought, with how wild they were. “Wait are you cleaning?”

“Evan, don’t act so surprised.”

“Okay, why are you cleaning?”

“Because little brother we are going to be having a guest so make yourself look presentable,”

“I am.” Evan gestured down at his outfit from school. Teacher clothes are the best kind of dress clothes.

“No, change into something else. You look like a teacher.”

“Well because I am,” Evan pouted.

“Please for one night look like a guy that doesn’t.”

Evan shrugged his shoulders walking into his room to find something to wear. The only thing he could find was a white striped button-up that he didn’t even know he owned. He picked up and a flash of a scene hit him.

“Are you hurt?” echo in his mind. Evan looked up to see blood all over him with him in that shirt. His hands shook with fear. He brought a hand to his face feeling nothing. He blinked to find his reflection go back to normal. Evan tried to shake off the uneasiness as he heard his brother call for him in the kitchen.

Step into the kitchen to find a man about six foot with broad shoulders. Wearing a black button-up and black jeans with pointed boots. The man turned around and gave him a shocked look.

“Mr. Buckley?”

“Mr. Diaz?”

The two men stared at each other in shock seeing each other. It was weird for them since Evan was his son’s teacher.

“Do you know each other?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah, I teach his son,”

Diaz put his beer down, trying to scramble his way out of the door. “I’m so sorry this is awkward, I should go.”

Daniel clapped him on the shoulder pulling him back before he could escape. “Nonsense, I invited you over to play poker and that’s what we are going to do besides Eddie, Evan is a terrible player.”

Eddie

Evan was feeling deja vu and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why this stranger seemed so familiar to him. Did he feel it too? Evan had to know.

Eddie laughed, shrugging his shoulders and sitting down. Evan followed suit sitting next to him like it was natural. The game went as planned and Evan lost several games. Throughout the game, their shoulders hit against each other and the jokes flowed between the two. They were having such a good time they didn’t even notice Daniel had left.

“Do you feel deja vu?” Evan finally asked.

“Yes, but I don’t believe in that stuff,”

“Like, it feels like we have met before right,”

Eddie nodded. The wave of realizing he wasn’t crazy made him feel like it was hard to breathe. Evan grabbed his chest trying to suck in air but none was coming in. Panic rose in his chest as he tried to reach out to Eddie for help.

“Buck!”

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Twenty-four hours had passed and the only sleep Eddie had was the few minutes he dozed off in the bathroom trying to change his clothes that Carla brought him. He continued to pace as visitors came and went. Each member of the 118 begged him to go home and get some rest. Eddie knew he wouldn’t rest until Buck woke up. He had to wake up.

Eddie stood in the doorway for the first time taking in the image of Buck. He thought he would never have to see the love of his life ever lay in that bed with a tube in their throat. Life had a funny way of mocking you.

As Eddie watched Buck sleep the machines started to beep. Buck’s chest jerked as he was struggling to try to take a breath.

“Help, he’s not breathing,” Eddie yelled. The stinging behind his eyes betrayed him as tears spilled watching the nurses try to get him stable.

Eddie sank against the wall cuffing his hands in his head. The words he wanted, needed to say burned as they were trapped. He needed him to be okay, not just for him but for Christopher.

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One second he couldn’t breathe, the next the air in his lungs restabilized. He was okay. How was he suddenly okay? Evan stood up to find Eddie in utter panic. His hands froze in midair on his way to save him.

“Did you call me Buck?”

Eddie frowned his eyebrows giving him a side-eye. “Dude, you almost died and you are questioning me if I called you Buck.”

Evan shrugged his shoulders agreeing.

“What the fuck? No, I didn’t call you Buck. How are you all of the sudden okay? We need to get you to the hospital. I think you’re having a heart attack.” Eddie’s voice went into a slight panic mode.

Evan waved him off. “No seriously, I am okay. Like no pain or anything.”

Eddie continued to stare at him with a what the fuck look but Evan just laughed.

“Will you at least allow me to check you out for my peace of mind as I am a trained paramedic? My stuff is just in my truck.”

Evan nodded seeing why not so, he could prove he was okay.

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Eddie held Buck’s hand while he listened to his steady heartbeat again. Five minutes it took to bring Buck back to stabled. It took five minutes for Eddie’s heart to come back to him. Five minutes was all it took for Eddie’s life to end and the future he never wanted to see again begin.

“Buck, you scared me.”

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“Evan, you scared me.”

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“I thought I had lost you and I couldn’t do anything about it. I still could.” Eddie cried. The dam broke. Eddie laid his head against Buck’s arm allowing the emotions he was so afraid to fear for years. He loved Buck. Buck was the one smiling in the face of death even though Eddie hated it. Buck was the one with the heart of gold willing to do anything for anyone. Eddie just wished that Buck would know that everyone else would do the same for him.

“Eddie?”

Eddie shot up wiping the tears from his eyes to see Bobby standing at the door. He leaned against the door with his rosary beads in hand.

“Go home,” Bobby said.

“I wish everyone would stop saying that,”

“We will when you do,”

“I can’t go home when my home is here.”

Bobby nodded understanding probably better than anyone here. He walked over sitting next to Eddie. Both men said nothing as their eyes stared at the man they both loved in a different ways.

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“I scared you,” Evan laughed.

Eddie gave him a smirk removing the blood pressure cuff from his arm.

“Yeah, kinda, you were not breathing and I for a second,” Eddie didn’t finish.

Evan stared at him. Evan’s whole life felt like a ghost in his own world. No one ever saw him as who he was. Chasing that person to love him. The second Eddie appeared in his life, Evan felt that longing disappeared.

“Your heart is beating fine. Evan, you have a clean bill of health.”

“I told you I was fine.”

“I’m really happy you are,”

Buck leaned forward staring into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie leaned with him. Their faces were only inches apart.

“Relationships are stupid. The girl I was dating just dumped me because she couldn’t deal with my lifestyle,” Daniel yelled barging into Evan’s and Eddie’s moment.

Evan and Eddie pulled back glancing back and forth from each other.

“So, who’s ready for the next round?”

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A father’s love transcends time and blood. Being a father meant loving a child with all that you could give. Your child was an extension of you. Like having your heart walking on the outside of your body so you would be careful who you allowed to have it. Eddie didn’t think twice when he gave his to Buck. As he rounded the corner to find his son sitting in the hospital he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Chris,” Eddie said sternly, squatting down to meet his son’s eyes, “does Carla know you are here?”

“Yes, dad, she’s at the vending machine.”

“Why are you here?”

“I need to see Buck,”

“You know kids can’t be in the ICU,” Eddie grimaced. He hated that his son knew that.

“I don’t care. I want to see Buck,” Chris demanded.

Eddie sucked in a breath pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew he wasn’t going to win this battle. Eddie looked around to see if anyone was coming. He led Christopher into the room. Christopher went right over unscared. Once again he hated that his son had been in this position before. He was the bravest person Eddie had ever met. Braver than Eddie could have been.

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“Okay, my friends, single file line and quiet. Everything will be fine.” Evan directed his class outside after the fire alarm went off unexpectedly. “Now stand on the sidewalk while we wait for the firefighters to come to give us the all-clear.”

“It’s going to be my dad,” Chris chimed in.

Evan smiled nodding seeing the 118 engine pulling up. The company Eddie worked for. Eddie jumped out of the truck running over to Evan with fear in his eyes.

“Is Christopher okay?”

Buck laughed pointing to Chris telling his classmates all about fire safety. “I think future firefighter over there is doing just fine.”

“Clearly he is. I couldn’t imagine anything bad happening to him. After losing his mother, I've become more protective than I already was.”

“He lost his mom?”

“Yeah, but it’s funny. Ever since Christopher has been in your classroom, he has been happier. He has finally come to be himself again. I just wanted to thank you for that.”

Evan never realized that. He had changed this one kid’s life but in reality, this kid changed his. Evan was about to quit teaching after having a tough year but the second Christopher walked into his classroom, he knew everything was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay kid.

“Dad is the school on fire,” Chris asked.

“No buddy. Your school is all clear,” Eddie bent down scooping his son into a hug.

“Diaz, time to go,”

“Text me when you get off. We can play some pool.” Evan called as Eddie jogged away.

“It’s a deal.”

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Christopher laid a hand on Buck’s arm. Eddie tried to answer all of the questions his curious son had. Some were easier others made him want to break down. He had to be strong for his son.

“Buck, it’s Chris. If you can hear me. I just wanted to say I love you and I know you can come back where ever you are. You have to come back because dad and I will miss you a lot. Dad most of.”

Tears ran down Eddie’s cheek as the words his son said that sounded like they were from an older person.

“Buck, please wake up,”

—-------

Firefighter Eddie Diaz was shot and killed today while on duty. Sources say there is a sniper targeting firefighters. They are still at large. Public please be advised. If you see something please say something.

Omg Christopher, Evan thought. He fell to his knees in his classroom dropping his phone on the ground. Chris was so young and lost both of his parents. Then there was Eddie. Eddie was special and different. Evan might have not known him for long but it felt like a lifetime.

"Mr.Buckley, are you okay?"

Evan looked up to see Christopher standing over him. He stood up but still bent to meet Chris's eyes. He was the one that had to tell this kid.

"Christopher, your dad loves you so much. More than you will ever know."

Chris shook his head understanding

"Chris, a bad man shot your dad. This means your dad isn't coming to pick you up. He died saving people."

Tears streamed down Chris's cheeks. Evan wrapped his arms around his student pulling him into a tight hug. An ache in his chest swelled leading to tears falling from his own eyes.

"It's okay," Chris said. Evan pulled him back looking at him in shock. "Dad said if anything would happen to him I would live with you Buck."

Buck. Evan took a step back from that name. No one had ever called him that but at that moment he felt like it was right.

In a blink of an eye, the world fell away and turned black as the cries for Buck echoed around him.

"Buck, please wake up."

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Buck gasped awake to find himself in a hospital bed with Chris and Eddie crying. Buck reached out a hand laying it on Chris’s shoulder.

“Hi, bud.” Buck croaked out.

“Buck!” Chris cried.

Eddie looked up wrapping his arms around him tight. Buck grimaced underneath the embrace from still being sore. Eddie pulled away, apologizing.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you more?”

Buck shook his head no. “I had the craziest dream.”

“I can’t wait to hear all about it once you get better,”

Buck smiled, letting out a small laugh. He held out an arm gesturing for Chris to hug him. Buck held on tight not wanting to let go. “I love you both so much,”

“We love you. I love you. Now never scare me like that again. For a second I lot I had lost the love of my life.”

“Trust me I know that feeling. I promise to never scare you again. Since I never want to almost leave my family again.”

#911 fox #Buddie #ash's blurbs

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genderfuckfreak · 2 years

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sanguinescamander · 1 year

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christmas with newt

gn reader, fluff!!

when the season changes and the weather turns, with the streets of london installing their finest christmas lights and pine trees so tall and so exquistely decorated you had to tilt your neck all the way back to see the ornaments hanging on the upper branches, yours and newt's favourite activity became wandering the streets at night. the neatly paved roads were often dusted with a thin layer of snow that clung to the sills and gathered at the bottom most row of bricks of houses and as the two of you walked hand in hand, pointing out the brightly twinkling trees beyond open curtains in the residing residences to one another, pickett sheltering in the pit of newt's breast pocket to ward off the chill, there was nothing that made the two of you feel quite so festive as your shared evening winter walks.

rescuing and rearing magical creatures is not the only talent newt was gifted; he's an excellent cook. he even tries his hand in baking from time to time, mostly in the form of sweet bread or neat little tarts; the rest he leaves to jacob. at christmas time, however, his talent in the kitchen knows no bounds. and he adores cooking for you. it's not a rare occurrence on wintery afternoons for him to approach you, taking you up in his arms and turning your around to face him. 'now then, what're we hungry for today?' he'd ask, poking you in the stomach to elicit a breathy laugh from you. and anything you'd ask for, he'd cook, disappearing into the kitchen for an hour or so. often you'd follow him just to watch him at work, the snow falling thick and fast beyond the large bay window stretching across the back wall of your kitchen, and he'd converse lovingly with you before serving you up your meal. christmas dinner was, of course, his responsibility and one he loved, even if theseus was several glasses of wine deep and pestering him endlessly whilst attempting to help with the extensive meal.

every christmas newt disappears. not indefinitely, but there'd be an hour or so during the first week of december where he's just nowhere to be found; an odd occurrence for newt, who always makes sure to tell you where he's going and what he's doing. eventually, he'd return, making his way up the stairs from his home zoo in a series of grunts and sighs. you'd round the corner of the hallway to greet him and laugh at his disgruntled figure, a pine tree that exceeded his own height by at least a few inches balanced on his shoulder, a trail of fallen pine needles marking his path from the foot of the long stairwell to the top. he never told you where he gets his christmas trees - presumably from a creature's habitat - and knowing that he could simply apparate one from the air if he wished instead of putting himself through this struggle year after year never failed to make you giggle. but it was this chosen tree that he'd drag into the living room, dropping it and taking a step back to admire his tree with a smile and his hands on his hips before finally the struggle of getting it to stand upright on its base began. this part he would let you help with and appointed you chief decorator, passing you various decorations and ornaments from the box and watching fondly as you placed them around the branches; you always left room at the very centre of the tree on the side that faced the rest of the room for newt's favourite decoration: a carefully carved gold rendition of his beloved niffler, teddy, hanging on a delicate silver string. of course, come morning, the ornament teddy was missing.

you'd write christmas cards together. newt prized himself on his integrity when he came to writing and sending christmas cards and he had a tendency to send off around a hundred every year. this was mostly due to theseus' lack of thought when it came to such things, therefore leaving newt in charge of sending them to who he guessed theseus would want to send well wishes. the fire would be crackling in its hearth and the two of you would be settled at newt's large desk, mugs of hot chocolate and ink pots at hand, talking gently to one another as you wrote, sealed and addressed the cards. newt would hand the completed letters to you in stacks and usher you off into the snowy streets to the letterbox at the end of your terrace and by the time you reentered your home, the tip of your nose bitten with cold, and began to knock the snow off your boots, he'd offer another stack to you with a bashful curve of his lips.

he'd find tiny santa hats for pickett and teddy each year and even though the little creatures hated them and immediately tore them off their tiny heads to stash away from newt to avoid the same fate the following year, he would always prevail by replacing them.

on the coldest nights, you'd read together by the fire. newt's london house hosted a small room lined with books, a tiny personal library, and when it was just too bitter outside to venture out, you'd both grab a book and cups of warm english tea and settle down together before the fire. sometimes you opted to join newt in his reading, putting your own book down and tugging on his sleeve. newt would glance over his book, smile, and open his ams up to you, waiting for you to settle on his chest or on his lap before continuing to read aloud.

you loved to decorate the entire house, hanging mistletoe in most doorways (a favourite decoration of newt's) and stick paper snowflakes in the windows. garlands of holly and bowls of aromatic pinecones would be placed on the window ledges, side tables and fireplace and newt would stand back and watch, admiring your work and ability to make the house so cozy.

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