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It’s the Great Pumpkin, Damian Wayne!

Read it here on AO3!

Part of the Rugrats AU (but you don’t have to read the rest to understand this one)

Summary:

Maps, Colin, and Damian discuss important matters such as Young Adult trilogies, Halloween costumes, and exactly what percentage of anime girl magic lurks in Damian's blood.

“You two are never allowed to recommend a series to me ever again,” Damian said in lieu of welcoming his friends into the manor. He shut the door behind them.

“‘Hi, guys! Welcome to the Manor, guys!’” Maps mocked him, shaking out her umbrella. It had been pouring outside all day. Damian had planned to take his friends on a trip to the zoo, but no. No, it had to downpour instead and now they were stuck inside the Manor until further notice. Gotham was a terrible place to live if you liked spending time outdoors. “Hello to you too, Damian.”

Colin took off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack. “Sorry about the zoo, Damian. I know you were excited.”

Damian shrugged and crossed his arms as they walked up to the library. “That doesn’t matter; I can get my father or one of my brothers to take us another time. I have other issues with you two at the moment.”

Colin looked directly at Maps. “I told you not to make him read it! What’d I tell you? I told you he’d get mad!”

“A guy got stabbed with a butterknife, Colin, I figured he’d find that interesting. Sue me!”

She dropped down onto a couch in the library. Damian’s cat, Alfred, was curled up on the arm of the couch, fast asleep—but not for long. Damian picked up the cat and cradled him in his arms as he took his own seat on the couch facing Maps. Colin sat down next to him.

“I might take you up on that, Mia,” Damian said, “or I’ll just sue the author herself. Who kills off their main character? That’s terrible writing.”

“Oh, I agree completely,” Maps said, not even bothering to try to convince Damian to use her nickname. She gave up on that months ago. “I mean, they could’ve done it so much better too, like, giving Tobias a point of view in the third book in the trilogy? And you think we’re not going to go in expecting something to happen to Tris?”

Colin nodded. “Yeah! Like, if she really wanted to make it a surprise, why bother switching the point of view? Just have the book end with Tris’ death. Put an epilogue at the end from Tobias’ point of view—”

“—or just write from both of their perspectives to begin with,” Damian finished for him. “I’m convinced the author only did it for shock value.”

“That’s so stupid,” Maps said, leaning back on the couch. “Shock value can be done well, but it almost never is. Like how they tried to make Captain America a hydra agent in the comics. It was just stupid.”

“Speaking of Captain America,” Damian said, stroking his cat’s head like he was some sort of supervillain, “Have either of you made plans for Halloween?”

“You’re asking us?” Maps said, incredulously.

“Yes. So, what are you doing this weekend?”

Colin shrugged. “I’ll probably be handing out candy this year. The nuns at the orphanage don’t really like Halloween, but they do let us dress up at the very least. Keeps everyone’s spirits up, or whatever.”

“Oh! What are you going as?” Maps asked, bouncing in her seat. “Colton and I are trying to get the rest of the Detective Club to dress up as the Scooby Gang this year. We already solve mysteries all the time, so it’s perfect!”

“I’m not sure yet. Probably a vampire or something, ‘cause the dollar store down the road from the orphanage sells fake teeth. It’s quick and easy. What about you, Damian? What are you going to be?”

“Be? Oh, you mean what am I going to dress up as?” Damian asked. Both kids nodded.

“Timothy suggested that I dress up like a character from Star Trek. He says I should be a ‘red shirt.’ I don’t really understand it, but Father told him to cut it out after—what’s so funny?” Damian crossed his arms and glared at his friends.

“Jason laughed when Timothy suggested it as well. He said that he’d be a ‘red shirt’ too. What exactly am I missing here?” Alfred the cat jumped up off Damian’s lap as he stood up angrily.

“It’s nothing,” Maps said, still laughing.

Colin grinned. “I think it’s a great costume idea, Damian.”

Damian sighed. “It had better be a good one.” He turned around and knelt back on the couch, looking over the back of it for his cat.

“Part of why I brought this up was because Richard’s making me go trick-or-treating with Jon and the other kids. I was hoping I could make plans with you two now and get out of it. Although, if you’re both busy, I suppose I’ll just suffer alone.”

“Trick-or-treating isn’t that bad,” Colin said. “You get free candy. What kid doesn’t like candy?”

Damian turned and raised his eyebrows at his friend.

“Oh, don’t even try, Damian. I know you keep a bag of skittles in your backpack during school. I’ve seen you picking at it during class.” Maps said, causing Damian to blush.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never eaten sugar in my life.”

“You lived with Dick Grayson for almost an entire year when you first came to Gotham,” Colin pointed out. “You told me that he once ate Cap’n Crunch for every meal he had for like, three days straight.”

“That’s irrelevant,” Damian muttered. He sat back down, having given up on the search for his cat. “The point is that I now have to spend the entire night with a bunch of kids.”

“Hate to break it to you, buddy, but you’re a kid. So are Colin and I.”

“You two aren’t children, you’re both thirteen. That makes you teenagers.”

“You say that as if you’re not a teenager,” Colin said. “Wait, are you—how old are you, Damian?”

Maps tilted her head in confusion. “Yeah, you never told me when your birthday is. Are you thirteen yet?”

Damian sank back into the couch. “Birthdays aren’t important,” he said. “I don’t like to celebrate mine.”

“That’s not an answer,” Colin said, crossing his arms. “When were you born, Damian?”

Damian sighed. “You both have to swear not to make a big deal out of it. I’m being serious.”

They both nodded.

“I turn thirteen on Saturday. The thirty-first.”

“Oh,” Maps said. “Oh, you are really lucky I don’t like breaking promises.”

“It’s oddly fitting, actually,” Colin laughed. “You’re spooky enough that it makes sense.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You know, sometimes in movies people who are born on Halloween get cool powers ‘cause of it,” Maps added. “You’re not hiding any cool, spooky ghost powers, are you?”

Damian shrugged. “Not as far as I’m aware. Not from being born on a holiday, at least.”

Both of Damian’s friends looked directly at him.

“What the ever-loving crap does that mean?” Maps said, and she was giving Damian that same look she had after he’d handed her a grapple gun that one time. Or when he showed her Wayne Manor’s armory. Or that time that he, oh, you know, told her he was Robin and she almost passed out because she was so excited.

Colin looked a little more concerned, but to be fair, he also knew a lot more about Damian’s past than most of his other friends.

“I…may or may not have magical properties to my blood.” Damian looked anywhere but at them as he spoke. “It’s nothing special.”

“YOU HAVE MAGIC POWERS AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?” Maps stood up, screaming at him. Colin jumped back, startled.

“Shh!” Damian motioned for her to sit down. “I’m not really magical. I’m like, four percent magical. Not enough to make an impact.”

“‘Four percent magical,’” Colin deadpanned. “What does that even mean?”

“It’s not exactly magic, okay? It’s hard to explain to someone who can’t…who isn’t part of that side of my family,” Damian said. He turned to glare at Maps.

“And my family here doesn’t know about it, so I’d really prefer it if you didn't scream it out loud for the whole world to hear!”

Maps nodded excitedly and motioned for him to explain. Even Colin looked interested; he’d heard a lot of stories from Damian about his past, but never this.

“It’s got something to do with the Lazarus pits, right?” Colin asked. “I remember you mentioned that your brother came back to life with one. And you said that your grandfather uses them to stay immortal.”

“Well, Jason wasn’t actually…” Damian shook his head. That wasn’t something they needed to know. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that people thought the pit could’ve brought Jason back to life. It only worked like that if you were an al Ghul; but everyone seemed perfectly fine to explain Jason’s resurrection away like that.

If Jason wasn’t going to tell their family that he’d been alive before Damian’s mother had thrown him in the pit, then Damian wasn’t going to tell them either. Some things were better left unsaid.

“It’s a very long story, but the only relevant detail is that my blood once got Maya and myself into the heart of an active volcano. It’s really complicated.” Damian shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t like talking about it.”

It was quiet for a few seconds. Then…

“Maybe you should dress as Harry Potter for Halloween instead.” Colin suggested. Maps’ eyes lit up.

“Oh my god, please dress up as Harry Potter, Damian, I’m begging you—”

“I never even read that series and I don’t plan on reading it in the future,” Damian said. “I’m not dressing up as him.”

“Then you should dress up as Percy Jackson instead!” Maps said, and Damian looked back at her.

“Maybe I should.”

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy, and Sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.), language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n (Duh), Steve Rogers (Duh again), Sharon Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Lisa (OFC)

Words: 6.1k (Yeah I know right? I got a little carried away.)

Chapter Warning: Language, a little bit of bad description of Law studies (There’s gonna be more in coming chapters. I’m not a law student so I don’t know much about it.)

CHAPTER TWO

Third Person POV

The next morning when y/n woke up her head felt like her brain was about to burst inside. She never liked this part of drinking alcohol, the hangover, wished there was just a skip button on it. As the bile rose to her throat she jumped out of her bed and rushed to the bathroom in the hall ignoring the eyes of her sister and her family. Why are they still here, don’t they have jobs and school and stuff?

She knelt down and hurled over the toilet seat, emptying her stomach and throwing up anything she ate yesterday. She scrunched up her nose when some of the vomit stuck to her hair and some of it on the toilet seat. Oh, how she wished Wanda or Sharon were here to hold her hair.

“Are you pregnant?” Lisa asked as she stood on the door leaning against the frame.

“What!? NO, I’m just hungover, if you don’t remember it was my birthday-” Y/n started saying but before she could complete her sentence another wave came over. “Yesterday.” She completed wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/n turned a little only to see her sister standing there giving her a disgusted look. “What? Like you never threw up?”

“Yeah whatever, there’s naproxen in the cabinet under the sink. And you’re cleaning that up, I’m not cleaning after your shit.” She said and walked out of the bathroom making the girl sitting in front of the toilet groan. “Bitch.” Y/n muttered before getting up and cleaning the mess she made on the toilet seat. She bent down the sink and took out the pills and popped two of them in her mouth.

By the time she got out of the bathroom the living room was empty. She looked around to see where the people sitting here 15 minutes ago went but there was no sign. Y/n sighed out in relief that they were already gone, She was not in the mood to deal with Lisa’s three rugrats and sleazy husband anyway.

Her head still felt like someone was banging drums inside so she quickly took out her phone and called off from work and decided to take a nap. She was too tired to even take a shower. Y/n knew it was gross but her bed was calling out for her so without thinking twice she jumped on it and dozed off to sleep.

The next time when y/n woke up it was 2 in the afternoon, her head felt less heavy. She could finally think straight without having a huge migraine. The first thought that bounced in that little head of hers was the blond man from last night, a frown instantly took place on her lips. Y/n still couldn’t get over the fact that he rejected her last night, but then he paid for her drink, which reminded her that she had to pay him back somehow, she had no idea how but somehow.

One thing that people love to do when they are home alone is taking long hot showers so that’s what she did. Standing there under the stream of the hot water she let it wash away every little strain or ache in her muscles. She took a long shower, shaving and scrubbing every inch of her body. She thought It’s my day off so why not invest it in pampering myself. After the shower y/n called Sharon and she said they took the day off too, ‘hangover doesn’t show mercy to no one.’ were Sharon’s words. So she quickly got dressed in simple jeans and a shirt and took a bus to their place.

Y/n opened the door with the extra key that she had. The scene inside was nothing new to the girl, both her best friends were sprawled over each corner of the couch, a big bowl of popcorn between them, and some old horror movie was playing on the TV.......on mute. As y/n got inside the door shut closed behind her louder than she expected making them both wince.

“Don’t be so loud, woman.” Wanda glared. Y/n had the urge to laugh at their condition, they looked worse than she did this morning. Sharon was even wearing sunglasses inside. “I’m never drinking ever again.” She stated in a gruff voice.

“Well, that’s what you said the last time you got drunk but here you are again, repeating the circle,” Y/n said taking her shoes off and sitting between them. “Did you guys even had real lunch?” She asked pointing at the ball of popcorn.

“What are you talking about? Popcorn is real lunch.” Wanda said grabbing a handful and stuffing it in her mouth.

“Well there’s corn and there’s the butter I think that’s enough real lunch for two people who are too tired to get up,” Sharon said.

“OK, I was thinking about making you guys something but if you don’t want-”

“Please, y/n, we are so hungry,” Sharon said cutting her off mid-sentence. She got up with a chuckle. “What do you guys want?” Y/n asked as she walked toward the kitchen.

“Anything with lots of cheese in it,” Wanda replied and y/n proceeded to make them that one simple dish that never disappoints her, cream cheese chicken. She was in the middle of roasting some veggies to eat with the chicken when she heard Wanda say. “Oh my god, I’m changing the channel, what’s the point of being a fucking ghost if you’re just gonna kill people with guns.” Her comment made her laugh out loud. Y/n was happy that she had them in her life. Everything would be perfect right now if that asshole Ed hadn’t fired her, she would be happily walking out of college and going to the restaurant but here she was making lunch for her friends, not that she minds it. She’s just never been fired from a job before, it was a first and it stings like a bitch. Just like she’s never been rejected before either, guess turning 21 comes with a lot of firsts.

Y/n spent the rest of the evening with her friends and then took a bus home at the same time that she did every day. She was not ready to tell her sister that she got fired from the restaurant, Lisa would kick her out in an instant. She had to find another job before telling her.

*******

The next morning her life fell back into everyday routine. Waking up at 5, fighting with her sister’s husband for the shower, taking the shower, wearing SFW clothes, going to the cafe at 6. It was Sunday and y/n didn’t have any class today so she could take some extra shifts too which was so good for her right now. Her hands worked like a machine when she was in this cafe like they had a mind of their own. It was something she has been doing for two years now so she was pretty damn perfect in it. She could do it constantly with closed eyes for hours without stopping even for a second.

But when she heard a familiar voice say “One double espresso to go.” Her whole body froze. She looked up and there he was, standing in all his glory, her handsome stranger, with wet hair and a shirt which fitted him like a condom. He looked more handsome in the morning as if that was even possible. He looked satisfied at the girl’s reaction then he looked down at his watch and said. “Can I get a double espresso to go please, Ms-” he took a pause looking down at her name tag. “Y/n, I’m getting late for a meeting.”

“Oh, right I’m sorry.” She quickly came out from her haze and started making his coffee. Her mind couldn’t help but wonder things like, Why is he acting like he doesn’t know me? like he didn’t dance with me that night like I didn’t almost give him a striptease. Like he didn’t......reject me. “What name do you want on the cup?” You asked sweetly.

“Steve Rogers.” He simply answered and she quickly looked up.

“Steve Rogers? You’re Steve Rogers?” Before she could help herself the words left her with a surprised tone to it. She has been serving him coffee for two years now, just not to him but to a middle-aged man who was probably a couple years older than the man standing in front of her, who she now assumed was probably his secretary. She has heard that name a couple times before other than that but she had no idea that what it is that he does, just that he’s some hotshot businessman.

Wow, never in her life she would have guessed that some hot man that she ground on in a club on Saturday night would turn out to be a big businessman. Life shows some weird twists and turns but this was definitely one of the biggest and weirdest in hers.

“Yes, that would be me, is there a problem with that?” He asked with a small smile or smirk or whatever it was.

“Oh, no, no. Sorry. There’s nothing, no problem at all. Everything is just a-okay.” she bit her tongue when she realized she was probably babbling. God why are you getting so nervous, he’s just asking for a coffee, not sex. This is what you do for a living remember. She gave herself a talk as she continued making his coffee. She cleared her throat and begged for her professional side to kick in before saying. “That would be $2.75.” She said with a smile as she handed him the coffee and he handed her a 100 dollar bill in return. “I’m so sorry, sir. But we can’t provide you change at this hour of the morning.”

“It’s okay. Keep the change.” He replied and she had to make sure she heard him right and she wasn’t hearing things. She tried not to let the shocked look display on her face.

“I’m sorry, sir. What?.”

“I said, keep the change, Ms. Y/n. It's your tip.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Rogers, but I can’t take 97 dollars tip for just a cup of coffee.”

“Well, Ms.Y/n. You don’t have any change, I don’t have any change, I don’t see a third option here.” He said it like 100 dollars doesn’t mean shit to him, that’s her income of two weeks minus the tips in this cafe

“We accept pay-pal too,” Y/n said pointing at the QR code over her counter.

“Well, that’s just too bad because I didn’t bring my phone today. I guess you just have to keep it, Miss.” He said and turned to leave but she stopped him, determined to know why was he acting like he hasn’t met her before.

“Ste- Mr. Rogers, You didn't have to pay for us that night, I don’t know how to pay you back,” Y/n said and Steve looked at her with a confused frown on his face, like he had no idea what she was talking about.

“I’m sorry?” He asked and Y/n felt the pang of disappointment in her heart. He wasn’t acting, he actually didn’t remember her. Not did he just reject her, he even forgot her. Either that or he was just a really good actor. Y/n felt embarrassed for even thinking that someone like him would ever be interested in her. He must have thousand of girls falling at his feet, why the fuck would he give a damn about a girl who he danced with for 15 minutes on a Saturday night, who was probably too young for him anyway. But she already said it so there was no taking it back now.

“You don’t remember? We met at 1 Oak the night before yesterday.” Y/n said in hope that he would remember it.

“Oh, right, I do remember now. You were wearing a red dress.” He said as he looked down at her attire making her want to hide under the table in shame. “You are looking very different.” He added and y/n looked down at her white button-up and black slacks and that maroon apron that she wore every day, her hair up in a high messy pony and some of it was framing her face, she looked nothing like she did that night.

“Ya, that was me. I was saying that you didn’t have to pay for our drinks. I want to pay you back.”

“Oh, it was nothing. You don’t have to pay me back.”

“But-”

“Ms. Y/n, I said it was nothing now if you don’t mind I’m getting late for my meeting.” And with that, he walked out of the cafe not even turning to give her a second glance.

Nothing!? It was nothing? Money was nothing to rich people? Who does he think he is? Just because he is some rich businessman does not mean he can treat everyone like a charity case. She worked hard for a living, she has self-respect, she does not accept a 100 dollar tip from some. Especially not someone who she danced with in a local club.

“Bullshit.” said a voice and Y/n quickly remembered it as the old sweet lady’s who worked with her and quickly turned around.

“Sorry, Ruth?” Y/n asked the 70-year-old woman with a confused smile on her face.

“He just bullshited you for 5 minutes straight to your face,” Ruth replied as she went back to her task of cleaning the cups on the counter beside Y/n’s.

“I don’t get it, what are you talking about?” Y/n asked as she started making a latte for her next customer. “Is it okay if I use whole milk, sir? You’re not Lactose intolerant right?” Y/n asked the customer with a sweet smile on her face which she always has when she talks to the customers even though most of it was fake.

“I wouldn’t mind if you used petrol in it.” He said with a smirk and she wanted to bang her head on the counter at his bad attempt of flirting but she kept the smile intact.

“I don’t think that would be healthy for you, sir.” She replied and continued making him Latte. When she handed him his drink and he went away, she kept the money in her jar and turned to Ruth.

“What were you saying, Ruth?” Y/n raised her eyebrow with curiosity.

“I was saying those rich people are big ass liars.”

“Why would you say that?” Y/n frowned at the older woman.

“That man, Steve Rogers, he came here yesterday, asking of you. When I said that you took the day off he went away without even getting a coffee.” Ruth said and the younger woman’s eyes widen with a little shock. He remembers her? Then why was he acting like he didn’t?

“Wait, asking for me as in by my name? He knew my name?” Y/n asked in a surprised voice.

“No, he came up to me and said where’s the hot chick you work with......Of course, he knew your name.” Ruth said sarcastically and Y/n doesn’t know why but she felt relief wash through her whole body. So he does remember her. Y/n couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. But wait how did he know her name? She didn’t tell him that night did she? To be honest she can’t really remember if she did. She can’t really remember anything but his hands on her body, that masculine smell of his, how he felt against her. How his hard but firm chest felt pressed against her back. And now she’s turned on again. Shit.

She couldn’t help but smirk as an idea popped in her head, it probably wasn’t a good one but it was an Idea.

“Oh, two can play a game, Mr. Rogers.” She muttered under her breath as she bit her lip and went back to do her job. The rest of the day pretty much mundane. She had a study group till late that evening so she couldn’t meet her friends today, she wanted to meet them and tell them everything about the man but she was too tired after the study group so she just went home instead. She ignored her sister when she asked what was she doing home so early and went straight to her room deciding to go back for dinner when everyone is asleep.

Y/n have to admit, she was pretty excited for tomorrow. Even though she had no idea if he would even show up tomorrow, maybe he will ask his secretary to bring him coffee again, maybe it will be like the last two years again. Maybe he will actually forget her by the next time. But with that little hope of meeting him again tomorrow, she went to sleep with a stupid smile on her face, food wasn’t even a priority anymore.

*******

The next morning Y/n tried her best to look good and presentable without wearing something that was not safe for the work environment. She can’t remember the last time she felt so excited to go to work. Probably when she first started dating Brock, God he was so sweet the first few months why did he have to turn into an asshole. Anyway, she shouldn’t be thinking about him right now.

She had played out every single possible scenario in her head since last night, even now as she stands in front of the mirror she practices her seductive smirk. She was wearing her purple shirt which Wanda said looked really good on her and her jeans was a little tighter than usual, her hair was tied up in a high pony, a few curls sticking out and framing the soft outline of her face, she even applied a little more make up than usual. Although she hated the fact that she was putting so much effort into her looks for a guy who she wasn’t even sure is going to show up.

Her heart fluttered as she thought again of what Ruth had told her yesterday. He came to the cafe and asked for her and left when she wasn’t there. That could mean that he went to the cafe to meet her, coffee is just an alibi, right? She has been serving his coffee to his secretary for two years now and now suddenly he wants to come to the cafe and buy his coffee himself? Someone might think that he’s doing that just so he could see her.

She looked at the mirror and stared at her face, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were plumper because she has been biting on them out of excitement. She couldn’t help but think, was she good enough? Was she good enough for a guy to want her like that? Her thoughts were broken by the sound of her sister yelling.

“I swear to god, Malcolm, come back here and brush your teeth,” Y/n swear she has never heard that woman talking sweetly to someone. What were they doing up at 6 anyway?

Without wasting her time anymore Y/n grabbed her college bag and rushed out of her room.

“Aunt, Y/n.” A voice made her jump as two little arms wrapped around her legs and she looked down at her favorite niece. And less than 2 seconds later she was surrounded by all three of them, Malcolm was hiding behind her to get away from his mother.

“Hey, babies.” She smiled and knelt down and gave all of them a hug. Even though they could be too much sometimes but she still loved them.

“Are you not gonna have to breakfast with us?” Carl, who was 7 and the oldest of them asked her with a pout.

“No, sweetie, I’m so sorry but I’m getting late for the cafe, but I promise I’ll try to have dinner with you okay?” Lisa might hate her but she never stops her from interacting with her kids. “Now give Aunt Y/n a kiss and let her go to work.”

When Y/n reached the cafe she looked down at her watch and saw that she was a little late. She hoped to god that Steve hasn’t already come and left. She quickly entered through the back door and wore her apron before rushing out to her counter. “You’re 15 minutes late, Y/n. But just because I’m a good friend I’m not putting it up on the chart.”

“Thank you so much, Rick. You’re a lovely friend.” Y/n said giving a flying kiss to the younger boy.

“Does that mean-”

“No it does not mean I’ll go on a date with you, you’re still a minor.” She replied as she quickly got to work and heard a groan coming from the young boy who muttered ‘God, I can’t wait to turn 18.’

“Hey, Ruth. Did he come yet?” Y/n asked curiously.

“Who? Sam Rogers? No.” She said making the younger woman sigh out in relief. She couldn’t let all your hard work go to vain like this.

“By the way his name’s Steve,” Y/n replied.

“Yeah, honey. I know, I just like to pretend that I forgot a handsome man’s name.” Ruth said making Y/n laugh a little. “Is that why you dressed up today?” Y/n didn’t realize that she would notice but she did which made her blush

“Yeah, is it bad?” She asked taking a step back so Ruth could take a good look at her whole outfit.

“What? No, you look lovely.” Ruth said.

“Did you dress up for me?”

“No, Rick. Shut up and get back to work. Listen, Ruth, if he comes back today, I need your help, please.”

*******

Steve felt ridiculous. For an hour, an hour he has been walking around that street thinking if he should go in or not. More than half of his brain was telling him to just go back to his office and ask Phil to bring him coffee. He already messed it all up yesterday so there was no chance that she would want to see his face again. He looked at his watch and it was already 10 o clock. Fuck, he has an important meeting at 10:30, what the hell is he even doing here?

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath and walked inside the cafe but there was no sign of her. He walked up to her counter where the old lady from the day before stood. “Where’s Y/n?” He asked with authority in his voice.

“Sorry, Son. She’s not here today.” The old lady said who’s name he figured out as Ruth by her name tag. Waste of time, that’s what this whole thing was. He wasted more than an hour walking around this cafe and now she’s not even here, just great. “Thanks.” He said and turn to leave.

“You don’t want coffee?” Ruth asked and he just shook his head before walking out.

He was about to cross the road when a voice stopped him. “You didn’t order anything.” He turned around and there she was, leaning against the wall of the cafe, her arms were crossed over her chest as she stated the obvious. A smirk made its way on Steve’s face and tried to hide it as she walked over to him. She looked so beautiful, so pretty and innocent, it was like she was asking him to bend her over and take her in the middle of the street. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk in victory, the prey has fallen into the trap, little did she know that who was the prey in this situation. She grinned at the man in front of her and said. “Generally when people walk into a cafe they order something.”

“What I wanted wasn’t in there, Ms.Y/n.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah? And what is it that you want, Mr. um mm....what was it again?” She pretended to try to remember his name causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t remember my name?” He asked crossing his arms across his chest and walked closer to her.

“No, in fact, I don’t think I remember meeting you, have we met before?” She asked trying to act serious but she couldn’t help the smile forming on her lip. He walked closer trying to intimidate her but she refused to let him win. As they stood there chest to chest in the middle of the street, she looked up at him due to the height difference.

“What do you think you’re doing, Ms. Y/n?” Steve asked in a low whisper. Steve knew what she was trying to do, and she knew that Steve knew what she was trying to do but she was not going to back out now.

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine, Mr. Rogers.” She whispered back.

“Oh, so now you remember my name?” He asked making her bite her tongue at her mistake.

“Yeah, I do now.”

“You know, it's a good thing you’re here, I was about to think you’re one of those girls who don’t take their job seriously.” He said and his hand begged for him to just grab her, feel her soft skin against his rough hands, but he didn’t want to freak her out.

“Oh, I take my job very seriously, Mr. Rogers. But you know what I take even more seriously? Someone lying to me.” Y/n said with a smirk and took in his reaction.

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping that wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Why did you do that in the first place?” She asked curiously and a frown replaced her smirk.

“I accept it was wrong for me to do that, but I went in there to tell you something and then I saw you and somehow I ended up lying,” Steve admitted the truth there was a small pause as he waited for her reaction, his heart almost melted and his pants become tighter as she gave him that signature smile, that could make any man fall on his knees and eat out of her hands.

“What was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“I want to go on a date with you.” He said in a monotone which made her raise an eyebrow. Is that how rich people ask each other on a date?

“Huh? That’s not how you ask someone on a date, Mr. Rogers. Let’s try that again.” She said as she tried very hard to not shrink under his gaze. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t just figure out. Something that made her want to let him manhandle her, let him throw her on a bed, and do things to her. There was the authority behind his gaze, something that she didn’t know turned her on until now.

“I am not asking. I am telling you that I want to go on a date with you, now the question is if you wanna go or not.” He said with the same authority that made her week on her knees.

“Let me think......I get off from college at 4, then I have a study group till 6 and then, I think I’m free after that.” She said biting her lips.

“Be ready at 8, I’ll send my driver to pick you up. Save your number in it.” He handed her his phone and she didn’t think twice before saving her number in it.

“See you at 8.” She said with a smirk and went back inside but not without swaying her hips and giving him a show of what he can have if he plays nice.

*******

She could easily spot the soft ginger head of her best friend as she walked down the corridor of her college. Y/n couldn’t help her excitement as she rushed over to the ginger head. “Wanda!” She exclaimed making the said woman jump. She held out her hands to grab her to steady herself, people were giving her looks. “Easy, woman. What happened?” Wanda asked with amusement.

“Where’s Sharon? I wanna tell you guys something.”

“She already had her class today. What is it?”

“You won’t believe what happened today.”

“Well, now I want to hear it. Did you punched your sister’s husband like I suggested you?”

“NO, although I think I should. I’ll tell you and Sharon together OK. I’m getting late for my study group right now. I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

“Come on, don’t leave me on a cliffhanger,” Wanda called out as Y/n walked down the corridor to the library.

She couldn’t help the smile that was spread on her face the rest of the day, her friends in the study group kept giving her weird eyes until one of them got fed up and asked her “Did you get laid?”

“What? NO!” Y/n said as all the eyes around the table were on her. ‘Although I hope I would.’ She left the little detail to herself.

“Well then focus, you’re kinda our only hope this semester, the new criminal justice professor sucks ass.” Y/n nodded and started explaining the topics of capital punishment to her friends.

Y/n felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and she gave an apologetic look to her friend and picked up her phone to see there was a message from an unknown number. Her heart fluttered slightly as she already knew who it was messaging her.

‘Send me your address- Steve.’ The message simply read and she quickly typed in her address before putting her phone back in her jeans pocket without waiting for a reply.

Y/n found herself standing in front of her dresser in her bra and panties that evening biting her nails, she still hasn’t decided what she’s going to wear. Her hair and make-up were done already but she had no idea what she’s gonna wear. She had no idea where Steve was taking her so she couldn’t decide if to wear a dress or to wear jeans. She didn’t want to be underdressed but at the same time, she didn’t want to be overdressed either.

Steve Rogers didn’t look like the guy to take a girl somewhere cheap on a date so she was definitely counting on something fancy. She only had one good heel that she hasn’t worn yet so she has to decide on something that would go well with it. Choosing her major after graduating high school was definitely easier than this.

“Are you going out?” Lisa asked standing on the door frame and Y/n nodded her head without looking back at her. “Are you coming back tonight?” She asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I come back?”

“I don’t know. I just thought-”

“That just because I’m going out I’m gonna sleep with some guy? Honestly Lisa my personal life is none of your damn business.”

“Oh please, I’m too busy to give a fuck about your personal life anyway. Just don’t bring any guy home, I don’t wanna explain to my kids that what’s a strange guy doing in Aunt Y/n’s room.” The older girl said accusingly and that made Y/n’s blood boil.

“What are you talking about? Have I ever brought anyone back here before?” Y/n asked crossing her arms across her chest in a defensive manner.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter because you give me surprises every day, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Y/n almost shouted at her sister. She couldn’t take her bitchiness anymore.

“Do not use that tone with me in my fucking house. And you know well what it means when the hell were you going to tell me that you were fucking fired.” Lisa yelled back. Y/n knew that the kids and Martin were probably standing outside right now listening to them but at that moment she didn’t give a damn.

“I was going to tell you okay. And like I said my personal life is none of your damn business. and don’t give me that ‘my house’ bullshit, I pay you the rent, I’m not living on your money.”

“Well you will be now, wouldn’t you? Because you got fucking fired.”

“You know what? I’ve had up to here with you.” Y/n said leveling her hand above her head. “I’m gonna move out tomorrow from this shithole.”

“Oh yeah? And go where? Live with that date of yours? And how gonna pay him in return? By sucking his cock?” Lisa asks and Y/n looked at her with a disgusted look on her face.

“What is wrong with you, your children are outside.”

“Let them be, let them know what a fucking whore their aunt is,” Lisa said.

“Enough is enough, Lisa. You don’t have to worry about rent anymore, I’ll move out tomorrow, I’ll rather live on the fucking street but here.” Y/n quickly put on her maroon dress which was hanging right in the middle of her closet and pulled on her heel boots before grabbing her boots and shoving her way out of the house. She looked down at her watch to see she was right on time, it was 8 o clock. Your pick-up must be waiting for you outside.

When you walked out you were expecting a uber or an SUV, hell maybe even a Range Rover but what she definitely wasn’t expecting was a Matt black Mercedes-Maybach. It looked too expensive to even stand in that cheap neighborhood that you lived in, You quickly looked down at yourself and suddenly felt unworthy to sit in that car. If this was just your pick up then you can only imagine what your date’s gonna be.

You were shocked but there was someone who was even more shocked than you, Lisa. When you looked back at her her face was priceless. You wanted to take a picture but then you realized you probably looked the same right now.

“Ma’am, are you Ms.Y/s/n?” asked a man who stepped out of the driver seat wearing a gray suit.

“Yes. That would be me.” Y/n answered trying to look not too shocked.

“I am Pete. Mr. Roger’s driver, I’m here to pick you up for a date.” wow even the driver was dressed better than her. “Ma’am.” He opened the back door and gestured for her to get inside, Y/n nodded at him with a smile before getting in.

The fight with her sister wasn’t even crossing her thoughts anymore. The only thought she had right now was, was she underdressed. Sure she wasn’t wearing a cheap one, and it looks good on her too but was it good enough for Steve’s status. The maroon dress had a halter neckline and was off-shoulder and it gave a nice complexion to her bare collar bone and the upper part of her chest. The whole dress was made of lace, the upper portion hugged her body tightly and the skirt of the dress frilled around her, The hem reached just above the knee.

“Tell me, Mr. Pete, where is it that we are going?”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am but I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.” He said and you pouted.

“But you can give me a hint right?”

“No can do, ma’am.”

“At least tell me if I’m underdressed or not.”

“I’m afraid that’s not my place to say, ma’am.”

“Are you a robot, Pete? Do you only read commands?” You asked and this one made him laugh a little.

“No, ma’am. I can assure you that I’m very human.”

“Please stop calling me ma’am, Pete, you’re making me feel old.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

The rest of the ride went rather silently. Pete asked her if she wanted to listen to any music and she politely said she’s fine with anything he wanted to hear. When Pete finally stopped the car she looked around and realized they were in the poshest area of New York right now. When Pete ‘helped’ her get out of the car even though she said she can do it herself, She had to physically restrain her jaw from falling on the floor. Here she stood in front of one of the tallest buildings she has or probably will ever see. It was a french restaurant she couldn’t even pronounce the name of, she has heard about it a few times but she never even thought she would ever go in.

She quickly looked down at herself and thought, Yup, she’s definitely underdressed. Oh, she wishes she had worn that rose gold dress of hers. She walked up to the woman that stood in her uniform just outside the door.

“I’m here to meet someone, the reservation’s under Rogers.”

“Yes, Ma’am, Mr. Rogers is waiting for you, please follow me.” The woman said with a bright smile and lead her to the elevator. As she got inside and the elevator door closed, she realized that there was no backing out now. so she sighed out and tried to relax.

Here goes nothing.

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CHAPTER THREE

A/N: Like if you like the chapter if there’s something you didn’t like feel free to tell me in the comments or in the asks, If you want to be tagged send me and ask.

Taglist:

@godspeedlover

@captainchrisstan

@organisationiskey-posts

@literaturefeen

#Steve Rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #sugardaddy steve #sugardaddy! steve rogers #sugardaddy steve x sugarbaby reader #give me some sugar #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #give me some sugar chapter two #steve rogers smut

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wildwren · 3 years

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Thinking of tentatively dipping my toe into sharing more of my TLK fic on here. However, I write disastrously long fics with pretty niche appeal (and am currently 3 “books” into my own AU because *who the fuck am I*), so I’m not gonna post chapter by chapter.

Instead, I want to highlight specific chapters with more general / standalone appeal, that can hopefully be enjoyed as one-shots without needing to read the whole rest of the story.

Highlighted chapters will feature: Kid Gang: Rugrats Edition, Kid Gang + Coccham Crew (aka Babysitter’s Club!), Uhtred and Stiorra, Erik and Aelfwynn

Also: Chapters involving random dives into historical miscellanea (Anglo-Saxon Leechcraft and Trial by Ordeal!)

so....yea. In other news, using Tumblr still feels like walking around in a dark room pushing random buttons, so, like...I have no idea what I’m doing.

#the last kingdom #tlk fanfic #the last kingdom fanfiction #tlk kid gang #coccham crew #tlk aethelflaed #tlk erik #tlk uhtred #tlk finan #tlk stiorra #stiorra uhtredsdottir #erik and aelfwynn

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alessoninpracticality · 4 years

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Roman is going to visit the Prince fan club and the person in charge will hand him this buisness card and say, "some guy in a spongebob costume showed up, said to give this to you, and to say that everyone deserves the option." And it is the address to some therapist a few towns away with the message, "for you and your super friends. My Lipschitz are sealed." Then everyone gets therapy without the fear of their secret getting spilled.

Ok you know what? Emile Picani in the Impractical au using the name from Rugrats is ingenious and I'm so glad you shared that

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brophigenia · 4 years

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From a fellow disaster bisexual, could you reccomend any good fics with wlw relationships? Literally any fandom. Ur the best 😘💕

Disaster Bis Forever!!!!! I now present to you

bro’s list of wlw fic recs in all fandoms:

A Teenage Girl’s Guide to Not Being Possessed by a Demon by pirateygoodness

This is a Jennifer’s Body fic, because I love that fucking movie. Jennifer/Anita, obvs.

All the World’s a Stage by NeverComingHome

Okay so this is a Rugrats fic, and it’s set in a future where Angelica and Susie Carmichael are disaster bi adults.

Boys of Summer by rachherself

Genderswap!LesMis fic!! Enjolras needs a new surfboard and Grantaire makes them and there’s SURFING and it’s the best.

Breaking Down by Irritable_vowel_types

Okay so this is a Sailor Moon fic! Uranus/Neptune, all human AU. Haruka is a gruff mechanic and Michiru is a literal disaster but she’s SO CUTE too.

get out of this town (baby, we’re on fire) by clytemnestras

Gossip Girl fic! Serena/Blair! Scooby Doo AU! They’re literally the Scooby gang and I fucking live for it, I’m here for it, I cry for it.

Hurricanes Are Named After Humans for a Reason by SergeantPixie

Vampire Diaries fic! Elena realizes how terribly Damon treated Caroline and then gets revenge on him. Elena/Caroline.

Jungle Fever by afterandalasia

Did you ever want to read Tarzan/Jane fic except Tarzan is a woman and they’re GAY? Well you’re in fucking luck, my pal.

levitate me by parishilton

AHS:Coven, Madison/Zoe fic with bonus Kyle. Madison had me hooked from episode one and I just literally love her more than life itself. I’m so here for aggressively bisexual Madison Montgomery trying to get what she wants.

Love is a Battlefield by anamatics

OKAY so I’m obsessed with this fic. Sansa/Margaery, Sansa is a fanfic writer who is a BIG FUCKING DEAL who writes this big famous historical AU fic based off of these two guys who are basically like the folk rock Daft Punk, wearing masks and singing hippie music. IT IS SECRETLY LORAS AND RENLY. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

quaint town by kiiouex

The Helen/Orla fic that started my Helen/Orla madness. Helen is just. OUR QUEEN.

the movement and the spin by dollsome

Downton Abbey, Lavinia/Mary, my whole heart for a basketful of happy sapphic ladies of the manor.

We’re Friends When You’re On Your Knees by narceus

Alison Argent/Lydia Martin. Starts off as platonic BDSM and then there are FEELINGS. Such good descriptions of the scenes in here.

whenever i’m alone with you by dustyloves

Grantaire is the leader of the new Feminist Fight Club, Enjolras is SO THIRSTY, and they fight injustice.

Yugebin by afterandalasia

Milo Thatch is a scientist, a geek, a klutz, and also a SECRET WOMAN. She and Kida get together anyway.

#wlw fic #wlw fic recs

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a-marlene-s · 4 years

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This is a... long list of stuff I have watched or read. Along with a list of Au’s I would write for.

If any of you want to know what ‘Fandoms’ I would write for, here’s a list of things I have seen or watched, and I am willing to write for. Along with a list of AU’s I will write for.

Keep in mind, the list is subject to change and I had left out some things or I forgot about it. If any of you have any questions, throw me an ask or message.

Anime/Manga:

Books:

Ancient Magus’ Bride

Attack on Titan

Black Bird(Read the first couple of chapters, I need to go back an continue it.)

Black Butler

Black Lagoon(First season-ish?)

Bleach

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

Cyborg 009

Digimon Frontier. (Due to reasons, I will only write for this season.)

Dragon Ball

Dragon Ball Z(Still a better love story than Twilight.)

Durarara!!(I really need to watch the rest of this…)

Fairy Tail

Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood

Hellsing

Hetalia(I… I only watched it because my brother told me one of his friends watched it. There’s a fine line of insanity, and it crossed it for me.)

Howl’s Moving Castle

Inuyasha

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Kimetsu no Yaiba

La Corda D’Oro

My Hero Academia

Naruto/Naruto Shippuden/Buroto

Oban Star Racers(I love this show!!!!!!!!)

One Piece(First couple of seasons. It’s been a while…)

One Punch Man

Ouran High School Host Club

Ponyo

Prince of Tennis

Princess Mononoke(My first Studio Ghibli movie. I wasn’t even ten.)

Seven Deadly Sins

Shaman King

Soul Eater

Soul King

Spirited Away

Sword Art Online(Only watched the first couple of episodes. I like it.)

Tokyo Mew Mew

Trigun(I really need to rewatch this.)

Wolf Children

YuGiOh/YuGiOh GX/YuGiOh 5D’s(I will only write for Yugioh 5D’s. Due to personal reasons.)

Zatch Bell

Cartoons: (I’ve seen a lot more, but I won’t mention them here.)

A Christmas Carol

BFG

Charlotte’s Web

Harry Potter

House Of Night Series

Hunger Games(Only the first book.)

Twilight

Games:

6Teen

Addams Family

American Dragon: Jake Long

Atlantis

As Told By Ginger

Avatar: Last Airbender

Batman

Batman Beyond

Batman the Animated Series

Ben 10

Chalkzone

Code Lyoko

Codename: Kids Next Door

Courage The Cowardly Dog

Danny Phantom

El Tigre

Fillmore

Gargoyles

Generator Rex

Growing Up Creepie

Hazbin Hotel(I recently just watched the pilot… it was interesting.)

Hercules: The Animated Series

Hey Arnold

Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi

Jackie Chan Adventures

Jimmy Neutron

Johnny Test

Josie and the Pussycats

Kim Possible

Legend of Korra

Lilo & Stitch

Men in Black, The Series

Mighty Ducks

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Chat Noir

Monster High

Mummy: The Animated Series

My Life as a Teenage Robot

Mystery Skulls Animated

Pokémon

Proud Family

Pucca

Rocket Power

Rugrats/All Grown Up

Sabrina, the Teenage Witch

Samurai Jack

Scooby Doo

Secret Saturdays

Speed Race: The Next Generation

Static Shock

Super Robot Monkey Team

Sym-Bionic Titan

Teen Titans

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Three Delivery

ThunderCats

Time Squad

Total Drama Series

Totally Spies

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Winx Club

X-Men

X-Men Evolution

Xiaolian Showdown

Yin Yang Yo

Young Justice

Movies:

(A lot of Otome games. Just ask.)

Dragon Age

Dragon Quest IX: Sentinels of the Starry Skies

Elder Scrolls: Blade

Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Eldarya

Fable

Fallout

High School Story

Hollywood U

Love Nikki

Mortal Kombat

My Candy Love/University

My Forged Wedding

My Sweet Bodyguard

Mystic Messenger

Sly Cooper

Super Smash Brothers

Ty the Tasmanian Tiger

Tv Shows: (English and Spanish)

10,000 BC

101/102 Dalmatians

13 Ghosts

2012

50 First Dates

A Cinderella Story

A Little Princess

A-Team

Ace Ventura

Addams Family

Agent Cody Banks

Alice in Wonderland

Aliens/Predator

An American Tail

Anastasia

Annie

Antz

Aristocrats

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

August Rush

Batman

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Big Hero 6

Black Cauldron

Borrowers

Brave

Camp Rock

Casper

Charlie Angels

Cinderella

Coco

Conjuring

Coraline

Corpse Bride

Crimson Peak

Dawn of the Dead

Despicable Me

Doctor Doolittle

Ella Enchanted

Emperor’s New Groove

Epic

Fifth Element

Finding Nemo

Firehouse Dog

Forrest Gump

Frozen

Green Mile

Hairspray

Halloweentown

Harry Potter

Hellboy

High School Musical

Hobbit

Hocus Pocus

Holes

Homeward Bound

Hotel Transylvania

How To Train Your Dragon

Hunchback of Norte Dame

Hunger Games(One the first movie.)

I Am Legend

I, Robot

Ice Princess

The Incredibles

Independence Day

Inside Out

Iron Giant

James and the Giant Peach

John Wick

Jumaji

Krampus

Kung Fu Panda

Legend of Tarzan

Lila & Stitch

Lord of the Rings

Matilda

Meet the Robinsons

Megamind

Moana

Mostly Ghostly

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium

Mummy

Nanny McPhee

Night At the Museum

Nightmare Before Christmas

Parent Trap

Penelope

Peter Pan

Phantom of the Opera

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pocahontas

Polar Express

Princess and the Frog

Princess Diaries

Moves under the Main Disney Banner:

Bones

Marvel or under the same publication:

Snow White

DC Films:

X-Men

DC Animted:

Superman I, II, II (1978, 80 and 83)

LIst of AU’s I will write for:

Superman: The Animated Series

A Christmas Carol

#Long List of Stuff #The List #List of Fandoms and Au

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kyloren · 6 years

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Mileven post-S2 fanfiction recommendation list: PART II

This is a follow-up part II to the first Mileven recommendation list I made. I actually haven’t finished going through the entire Mileven tag on ao3, but as soon as I power through another good chunk of it, I’ll probably do another part of the rec list. If your fanfic isn’t featured, apologies. Message me and we’ll amend that grievance in the next rec list instalment.

* marks the ongoing stories.

canon:

even outdoor rpgs in the sun have rules!* by christah88: ““It’s summer!” Dustin called over his shoulder, converting a deep lunge to a leapfrog. “The sun is shining, it’s hot but not too hot, we’re with all our friends, we don’t have to go to school, we’re young and we’re free!” He stood up and threw out his arms. “Why aren’t you guys running around screaming?!” They looked at each other. “He actually — you know, I think he actually has a point,” Will said, a bit shellshocked.” [This is the funniest fic I have ever read. Ever. Read it.]

devil’s in the backseat by ceruleanstorm: “Mike Wheeler is not a bad boy, but when he comes to school in a leather jacket, it’s the only thing anyone can talk about. Eleven knows something is up — if only he would stop avoiding her long enough for her to ask. Max, Dustin, and Lucas may have a gambling problem, and Will’s caught in the middle of it all, stuck keeping everyone’s secrets.”

promises to keep* by AriaCessair: “Unconsciously, the promises make their way into their lives. In the end, it is what keeps them together.”

watching through windows, you’re wondering if i’m okay by elsaclack: “The aftermath of the group’s collective brush with the Mind Flayer and his army.”

and i feel life for the very first time by quinnking: ““I wanted her to have something special,” he says, his voice rumbling. “To welcome ‘85 in with… people.” “With people,” Joyce repeats with a chuckle. “You mean with people who love her?””

paladin vs witch by Someone_else_before: “El loves Mike. Mike loves El. Kali has… concerns. On a visit to Hawkins, El’s big sister starts feeling protective and comes up with a few simple tests to make sure Mike is as good a guy as everyone says he is. The tests aren’t exactly ethical, but since when has that ever stopped Kali before?”

let your heart be light by evenhisfacewasanalias: “Takes place after the Snow Ball, with Mike introducing El to a few holiday traditions.”

smart things by Strange_Archivist: “Nancy reflects on love, the importance of female friends, and staying true to oneself.”

babysitters club by SmoothFluffle: “Mike and El (and Holly) as babysitters.”

but we could be safer for just one day* by dragonyfox: “See, the thing is, they figured they were done. Done with monsters, done with baseball bats embedded with nails, done with lighting things that are trying to kill them on fire, done with worrying about their people. Things go back to normal.”

like a distant star* by Someone_else_before: “Now that Mike knows El is alive, he’s not going to let even the scariest police chief in the world get in the way of seeing her again.”

i am small, and needy by kittenCorrosion: “As El adjusts to life in Hawkins, she dreads the impending trial known as “school”. Mike knows just what to do, as usual, and comforts her.”

stringe il cuore della stella morente by shipwrecks: “Months go by. Years go by. Everybody else remembers her only as a hero, there when they needed her. He shakes the core of a dying star.”

i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you by topangamatthews: “Mike Wheeler is not El’s boyfriend. So why is he so jealous of the boy who’s trying to be? (In which Mike Wheeler is an idiot and waits too long.)”

+ its sequel: and suddenly you’re mine* by topangamatthews: “There is nothing stranger than dating in high school. (A collection of one-shots of Mike and Eleven through their high school years, hand in hand.)”

july, july* by IrisVioletta: “Eleven adjusts to her new life, in her new family (now a life-spanning collection of oneshots.)”

senior year by serendipitous_rambles: “Senior Year is almost at an end which means College is right around the corner. El is still unsure and confused about what she wants to do when she graduates and it feels like everyone else is moving on with their lives. But when Mike gets some news, it could mean heartbreak.”

fake it ‘til you make it by TheMikeWheelers (jasongracefully): “Mike and El figured they would just mess with their friends a bit, they could get back at them for all the years of teasing. But fake dating never works out so easily.”

l-o-v-e in hawkins by JoMo3: “A 5-part Mileven/Jancy Valentine fic.”

alternative universe:

speechless* by BimeyMooMimey: “A new girl comes to Hawkins, and the entire town takes notice. Little does Mike Wheeler know that she’s about to turn his life upside-down...without even saying a word.”

survive the tide* by richiewheeler (jormaperalta): “After being rescued from a foster home run by a horrible man, “Eleven” is adopted by Chief Jim Hopper and tries to make Hawkins her home. But the schoolchildren are mean and she’s having a tough time fitting in, plus she needs a job for the summer. Then, she gets an opportunity to babysit Holly Wheeler, and finds her life entwined in AV Club President Mike Wheeler’s life as he navigates his last summer before he graduates from Hawkins High. As they start a summer romance, Eleven’s past starts to catch up with her as Mike’s future slams into his present. Can they survive the summer? Can their relationship?” No Supernatural AU.

everybody talks* by hannahberrie: “What was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, so, I saw you looking kinda lonely over here, and I thought I’d come sit by you, for no apparent reason. Yeah, I know, it’s weird. Yeah, I’m kinda a total wasteoid.’” an 80’s High School AU featuring punk!Eleven and nerd!Mike.

don’t stop believin’ by hoars: “In a world inspired by Dungeons and Dragons, the party comes to terms with their classes.” Magical Realism AU.

wrong house by richiewheeler (jormaperalta): “The Party has a plan to egg Troy’s house on Halloween, but they accidentally get Chief Hopper’s instead.” No Supernatural AU.

years that have gone, and years that will come by rileyhart: “Mike Wheeler has been able to feel his soulmate for as long as he can remember, and he’s been attempting to find her ever since. And he’s finally about to find her, after all those years of searching.” Soulmate AU where you are born with ability to feel the other’s emotions and pain.

miles from nowhere* by kittenCorrosion: “Mike Wheeler and his friends really just want their band to catch a break so they can hit it big. But the week long road trip to a battle of the bands in the middle of nowhere gets complicated when his sister’s rival band shows up, one of his band mates gets tangled in a dark force, and the girl he starts falling for along the way turns out to have a dangerous secret.” Band AU.

unpack your heart by mysterytwin: “They say home is where your heart is, and sometimes it takes a while to find exactly where that is.” Soulmate AU.

+ its prequel: beneath the stars came falling on our heads by mysterytwin: “Mike tries to figure out the beginning, the middle, and the end of his story with Eleven. Mike tries to figure out the beginning, the middle, and the end of his story with Eleven.” Soulmate AU.

ineffable* by princesspret: “An alternative universe where Mike Wheeler meets Eleven, “Jane Hopper,” in 1989. Unfortunately, he’s a little irritable, irrational, and rebellious but she loves him all the same.” bad-boy!Mike AU no-one asked for, but secretly kinda wished for.

the place i call home* by notreserenade: “If one was to ask Mike Wheeler’s parents whether their son had a girlfriend, they’d scoff. Awkward, lanky Mike speaking to a girl? That’s ridiculous. But little did they know, though, that their son was very much in love with a girl. A girl of very few words. A girl with very curly hair. A girl… whose heart was as fragile as the raw emotion one gets during a sunset. A girl that — to Mike, was like no-one he had ever met.” No Supernatural AU.

crossover:

lionhearted (we’ll make this right)* by bottlefullofarsenic: “Normalcy should be easy to obtain. After all, they closed the gate, they defeated the monster, right? Life should go back to normal. If only it was that simple.” Stranger Things x It (2017) Crossover.

curiosity door* by bananannabeth: “The Ghost Riders’ dimension isn’t the only one with portals into Beacon Hills.” Stranger Things x Teen Wolf Crossover.

kingdom come deliverance by TheFlirtMeister: ““You musn’t—” Mike kneels down in front of her, Endleofan cheeping in his ear, nibbling on the lobe. “You can’t touch other people’s dæmons.” “Dæmons?” The girl repeats. “Oh brother.” Lucas says. “You don’t know what a dæmon is?”” Stranger Things x Dæmon Fusion.

the upside down games* by peraltiagoisland: “Mike Wheeler lives in the Victor’s Village, thanks to his sister Nancy who won the games when she was 14 years old, allowing the Wheelers to live in the lap of luxury — or as luxurious as living in District 12 can get. Sadly, having a sister as a victor doesn’t protect Mike from the reaping. It also doesn’t protect him from getting picked to represent District 12 in the 83rd Hunger Games. Oh, and the thing about the arena that year? It becomes another dimension at night. It becomes the Upside Down.” Stranger Things x Hunger Games Fusion.

+ bonus: wherein Steve Harrington is a good Team Mom™:

that’s what friends are for by jibberjabber599: “It’s this action that seems to make his presence a welcome one when Dustin drags him around, even though he’d like to remind the little rugrats that he’s the one who got them out of that hole and saved their lives. Steve doesn’t really have a reference point when it comes to being a big brother—he’s an only child, never really willingly hung out with anyone younger than him—but he’s pretty sure it must feel a little something like this.”

crazy or impressive* by WitchWithWifi: “Steve all but adopts five middle schoolers, their weird telekinetic friend, and all the crazy shit they come with.”

the ache for home lives in all of us (a safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned) by Dontfloatthe100: “The six times Steve Harrington was a mom to the kids, and the one time he didn’t have to be.”

steve harrington’s guide to parenting* by untuneduke: “The adventures of Steve and his 6 adopted children (and the rest of their family).”

this is home* by PatchworkMedley: “The Party realise that maybe Steve is worth more than just driving a car and welding a nail driven bat. And Steve realises that when five pairs of eyes are giving you that puppy look, you don’t stand a chance. Now if only he had those looks when dealing with Hopper…”

guys, you know I’m gonna be pumping out these mileven fic recs until I feel like I’ve read every single fic in the ao3 tag, right? oh, god, what I have committed myself to? stay tuned for the next instalment.

UPDATE: part III is out.

#mileven #mileven fanfiction #mileven fanfiction recommendation list #mileven fanfiction recommendation #character: mike wheeler #character: eleven #pairing: mike x eleven #tv: stranger things #fanfiction recommendations #in this tag resides fanfiction #♔: victrix #*

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Day 4 Bleach fic Grimmichi

Day 4 of the 30-Day AU Challenge

Day 4: Babysitting AU

All-human AU comedy somewhere in the U.S. with a bigger age gap between the twins and Ichigo.

Grimmjow slammed his tray down on the cafeteria table, and the couple sitting on the opposite side jumped apart. Sometimes it took extremes to get the two to stop sucking face, and frankly, Grimmjow was sick of it. Embarrassed for the two losers and sick of it.

It didn’t seem to bother Ulquiorra or Orihime who went back to hand-feeding each other choice bits of the university lunch. Grimmjow didn’t consider any of the swill choice but it was cheap and he was always hungry.

“So what are we doing this weekend?” he asked with his mouth full of stringy chicken nuggets and ketchup.

“It is only Monday,” Ulquiorra informed him.

“I know that. But I need something to look forward to or I won’t make it through the week.”

“Actually, I have plans already. I’m going to babysit for an old friend from high school,” Orihime said.

Ulquiorra pulled away. “But I got us tickets to the arts festival at the capital, along with the special concerts.”

“You have a high school friend that already has a kid?” Grimmjow was nosy.

“Oh no!” Orihime took Ulquiorra’s hands. “You know how much I’ve been wanting to go to that, but I never thought you’d manage to get tickets! It’s been sold out for months!”

“I pulled some strings. Anything for you.”

“Hello, your friend? With the kid?” Grimmjow wouldn’t let it go.

“Oh, well he’s not really my friend...”

“He?” Ulquiorra pulled back from her embrace.

“It’s more like I was friends with his son.”

“His son?” Now Ulquiorra pulled away.

“I’m not explaining this well, am I? I was friends with Ichigo in high school and now his dad has to go to a conference this weekend and he needs someone to watch his girls. They’re twins. Their mom died when they were born.”

“How long will he be gone?”

“Ichigo,” Grimmjow pondered. “The orange-haired kid? Freshman?”

“Yes, that’s him! We were in the same class!”

“Why can’t he watch them?” Ulquiorra grumbled.

“Because his dad doesn’t want him to be bothered. He has classes and then some kind of debate club trip, and his dad just wants him to enjoy university life.”

“When are you supposed to work?”

“I’m picking up the girls Friday after school to Sunday night.”

“And the father doesn’t have any other friends?”

Grimmjow tuned out the couple’s argument and let his mind wander. He knew exactly who Ichigo was. Grimmjow was a senior in the kendo club, and he’d been the one to take on the kid when he applied for the club. He grinned at the memory. Their faculty adviser had been conveniently distracted by the other seniors so Grimmjow had the chance to wale on the kid.

Only, the freshman had shocked him with a good fight and then, when Grimmjow had started to cheat, he’d thrown down too and they’d had a very refreshing brawl that didn’t end until Shawlong had grabbed him and yelled that the adviser was coming back.

Ichigo had easily made the club, but since then, he’d stuck close to the other freshmen and far away from Grimmjow.

It was disappointing. Especially since Ichigo was strong, smart, had a sassy mouth on him, and also a really fine ass. Too bad he hadn’t been able to corner Ichigo alone again.

“I’ll do it,” Grimmjow said suddenly.

There was a silence so pregnant it started contractions. Ulquiorra and Orihime stared at him.

“Uh, Grimmjow, that’s really nice of you but I don’t think...”

“You? Watch children? Preposterous.”

Now Grimmjow was offended. “Hey, I watched Nel when she was a rugrat and she’s still alive.”

“Does that explain the scar on her head?” Ulquiorra asked.

“Fuck you,” Grimmjow said companionably. “And I’ll have you know, kids love me.”

Ulquiorra harrumphed. Orihime still looked uncomfortable. So he tried a white lie that was still technically true. “I could really use the cash. You could check in with us on FaceTime. You know I can be nice when I really wanna be.”

“I don’t know, Grimmjow...”

“How bad can two little girls be?”

“Um, Grimmjow—”

“I know little boys, fuck, I was one and I know what brats they are. But little girls are, like, sugar and spice and all that nice shit. Besides, girls love me.”

“Uh,” was all Orihime could say.

Now was the first time Grimmjow had ever seen Ulquiorra smirk but when he thought back on it, he should have felt the cold wind of foreboding. Ulquiorra had caught on that he shouldn’t be arguing against it if he wanted Orihime alone for the weekend.

“I’m sure he would be fine,” he offered a sickly looking smile when Orihime turned to him in shock. “He did used to watch over Nel. And he’s in charge of the kendo club. And he’s—” It looked like Ulquiorra was struggling to come up with any more positives about Grimmjow.

“I would never drink or smoke around kids. Hell, I won’t even swear.”

“I don’t know,” Orihime said slowly.

“We’ll return on Sunday so we could go right over. And take them out for ice cream,” Ulquiorra tried to win her over. Orihime thought about it.

“Well, if you promise to FaceTime. Every couple hours. And make sure you go over all the emergency protocols Mr. Kurosaki left with me. And you’ll have to meet him first, so he approves.”

“No problem,” Grimmjow’s smile was wide and showed teeth. “Parents love me.”

Orihime giggled weakly. Then she went back to feeding pudding to Ulquiorra who was whispering something about plans for the weekend.

Grimmjow kept the smile even through his lousy lunch. Taking care of Ichigo’s little sisters for a weekend would be the absolute best way of impressing him and showing him how responsible he really was. It would have Ichigo eating out of his hand, only not literally ‘cause that shit was reserved for gross losers like Ulquiorra. No, Grimmjow would babysit the shit out of the kids and Ichigo could show him his thanks and gratitude in other ways. In Grimmjow’s bedroom. Oh yeah.

It was a perfect plan that couldn’t go wrong.

****

Orihime must have really wanted to get Ulquiorra alone because she somehow broke the news to Mr. Kurosaki and got Grimmjow okayed without them even meeting. She brought over house keys and several pages of printed instructions and phone numbers as well as her hand-written notes on the girls. Grimmjow glanced at it out of courtesy then tossed it on his desk. As if he needed hints on entertaining kids. Just turn on the TV and let the little buggers amuse themselves. Order pizza for dinner, pour cereal for breakfast. He had that shit covered.

Orihime hugged him with thanks before she and Ulquiorra left on Friday. “I’m sure everything will be fine. Just take care, okay? Karin can be a little bit of a handful.”

“I told ya, I got it covered,” Grimmjow pushed her away before Ulquiorra could do more than glower.

“And call me!” Orihime yelled back at him as Ulquiorra escorted her forcibly out of the room.

Grimmjow threw a few things in a backpack, pocketed the keys and took off to meet the girls outside their school. It was a bit of a walk from the university campus, but the elementary school was close to the family home to make the kids’ walk convenient.

He leaned against the post of the school’s gate and ignored the murmurings of the moms gathered to pick up their kids. He tapped out a cigarette from his pack before remembering his promise and stowing it away.

Then the bell rang and all hell broke loose. Orihime had sent him pictures of the girls, but the sudden rush of children overwhelmed Grimmjow. They all looked alarmingly alike—small, fast and annoyingly loud as they shrieked their happiness about it being Friday.

He scanned the crowd and even took out his phone to look at the pics again but he didn’t see any matches.

The crowd was starting to thin out when he felt a poke right in his stomach.

“Ow, what the heeeee—ck.” He looked down and found his charges.

There was no doubt that the dark-haired little girl whose poking finger was still extended was related to Ichigo—her scowl looked exactly like her brother’s default expression. The lighter-haired girl was clinging to her from behind.

“Well, if it isn’t Thing 1 and Thing 2,” he said.

“Shut it, Blue Dude. I’m Karin and this is Yuzu,” the girl pointed her thumb behind her. “And you’re Grimmy.”

“Grimmjow,” he corrected.

“Whatever, Grimmy.”

He gritted his teeth but leaned down so they were more face to face. Yuzu squeaked and hid her face in Karin’s back. “How did you know it was me?”

“Hime said you were big, blue hair and dumb-looking. No one else around here comes close to that,” Karin said.

“Shiiiii—p, that wasn’t very nice of her,” Grimmjow bit back the curse word and his true feelings.

Karin sniggered. “But it was true.”

“Karin,” Yuzu’s voice was quiet but chastising. She looked up, right into Grimmjow’s eyes. “She also sent us a picture of you, so we’d know to look for you.”

“Well, that was very nice of her,” Grimmjow gave her a sincere little smile. She blushed and ducked her head again. Heh, he’d already won the one over. He looked back into the narrowed eyes of Karin and knew he still had a way to go. “So, who wants to stop at McDonald’s on the way home?”

“That’ll ruin our dinner,” Karin told him and Yuzu nodded.

It was going to be dinner, but Grimmjow let it slide for now. “Well, it’s a nice day. Is there anywhere else you want to go before we head home?”

Karin and Yuzu exchanged a long look and Grimmjow felt the first cold fingers of fear slide down his spine. They looked up at him as one and said, “Yes, please.”

After four hours of hitting every shop between the school and the house, Grimmjow was finally able to corral the girls into their home. He’d seen every single store that sold toys or candy or snacks, and had even been cajoled into taking a detour to a pet store to pet puppies and kitties. The girls had some pocket money of their own which they hoarded and bargained for in a way that impressed Grimmjow.

He’d also quickly found out that Karin was the runner, walking along beside him one moment and an instant later darting into a store half a block away. He’d had to keep a firm hold on her bookbag after the second time, but his arm almost ached from holding her back.

Yuzu had shyly offered her hand to hold when they’d reached the first intersection. Grimmjow was charmed over by her timid obedience right up until she’d hauled him into a convenience store and asked to look at every single brand of candy they offered.

At least they had graciously allowed him to buy McDonald’s to take home for dinner.

They chattered at each other as they enjoyed their Happy Meals and Grimmjow dug into his Big Macs. After a few minutes, Yuzu mentioned “Ichi” and Grimmjow’s ears perked.

“Is that what you call your big brother?”

“Yep, but he doesn’t like it much,” Yuzu giggled.

“Do you know Ichi?” Karin asked.

“Sure do. He joined my kendo club. I’m the senior in charge.”

Karin snorted. “Ichi’s awesome at kendo. Bet ya he’s better than you.”

Grimmjow grit his teeth again. “I beat him the very first day.”

Karin shrugged and ate another fry. “Whatever. He probably let you win.”

Grimmjow’s eye twitched and he turned to Yuzu. “What do you think about your big brother?”

Grimmjow listened to the rambling stories about adventures with Ichigo, and it was clear the girls loved him, even if Yuzu was the only one who idolized him. He was amazed that someone as young as Karin could be so unimpressed by bullshit.

But he couldn’t get any straight answers to his most important questions—if Ichigo dated in high school, if he liked boys or girls or both, what he did for fun, if he liked anyone at college.

As they were cleaning up the takeout mess, Karin sidled up to him.

“Hey, I have some old pictures of Ichigo in his high school kendo club.”

“That’s nice?” Grimmjow didn’t know where this was going.

“I’ll sell them to you for five bucks.”

“Fuuuu—” Grimmjow’s eyes darted to Yuzu “—dge, no. That’s ridiculous.”

“Fine. I’ll sell you his favorite sleeping boxers for 10.”

Grimmjow was tempted for a second but said firmly, “No.”

“OK, how about I don’t tell him you were asking all these questions about him.”

Grimmjow’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Twenty bucks,” Karin said smugly and Yuzu giggled her approval and said, “I think it’s nice that you like Ichi.”

Grimmjow scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Fine. Twenty dollars and you keep this between us.”

“Deal.” Karin held out her hand until Grimmjow fumbled for his wallet and handed her the bill.

He was ready to scream.

So he went back to his original plan of turning on the TV and telling the girls to find something they liked. They took turns flipping through the channels as he sat on the couch behind them and lurked on Ichigo’s social media. It seemed like the debate team had made it safely to their tournament.

He was walking back from the bathroom when he realized that the girls had turned off the TV and were looking at him.

“What the fuuuuu—n do you want now? Isn’t it about your bedtime?”

“Do you know how to fight?” Karin asked him.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been doing kendo forever. I’ve trained in martial arts.”

“What about self-defense?”

The fingers tickled down his spine again but he ignored their warning. “Uh, sure, I—”

They attacked without further warning. Yuzu hit him low, wrapping limpet-like around his legs to immobilize, while Karin went high, jumping onto the couch then leaping onto his back with all her weight.

Grimmjow went down with a yell and a crash. Someone poked his eyes and another hit him in the crotch. He made a noise that he’d never heard before and curled up like a pill bug. He may have whimpered.

“Daddy and Ichi taught us what to do if someone ever grabs us or does something that we don’t like.” Karin was standing over him, one foot firmly on his ribcage. Grimmjow looked up at them through streaming eyes.

“We’re supposed to yell and tell,” Yuzu said.

“And beat the hell out of them,” Karin added.

“You two are fuuu—dging terrifying,” he told them in all honesty.

Yuzu beamed. “Good night, sleep tight!”

“Pleasant dreams,” Karin said and they went to get ready for bed.

Grimmjow went to sleep in Ichigo’s room and locked the door.

***

Despite going to bed at nine—well, after rummaging unashamedly through Ichigo’s things that he’d left behind then playing on his phone—Grimmjow slept in longer than he wanted on Saturday. He heard noise in the kitchen that meant the girls were up already.

He refused to feel embarrassment about his reaction the night before, but now he knew what to look out for. He could do this. He was prepared.

Twelve hours later, Grimmjow was forced to admit that he was not prepared.

It had started on his walk into the kitchen when he slammed face-first into the clear cling-wrap stretched firmly over the door opening. The girls had giggled and high-fived over their bowls of cereal.

He grabbed the coffee pot to fill it, but when he turned on the faucet, the sprayer hit him full blast with cold water. The girls cheered again.

Grimmjow wiped his dripping face and took a deep breath.

But it had already set the tone for the day.

Karin came up with every single prank she could and doled them out at exactly the worst times.

Yuzu gazed up at him with her big eyes and proceeded to talk him into anything she wanted.

Can I braid your hair? Will you play ball with me? Let’s paint nails! I’ll kick and you chase it! Let me try out my new makeup on you; Orihime gave it to me for my birthday! I think I left my backpack at the park—run back and find it.

By dinnertime, Grimmjow was agreeing to anything they wanted, as long as he could sit down to do it. That was how they not only had pizza and chocolate and an entire two-liter of soda but also how they got to watch the first hour of a horror movie before he realized that might only give them ideas.

It was when he’d dozed off on the couch that they’d struck the final blow—re-doing the makeup with extra vengeance and adding every hair accessory they owned to his head. Grimmjow woke up with a start but they’d already escaped giggling to their bedroom. He was pretty sure it was the fake shutter sound of a cellphone camera that had awakened him and he shuddered.

And when he went to get a drink of water, he found that Karin had finished the day the way it had started—with a faceful of cold sprayed water. He sputtered and gave up.

He was still damp and bruised and so very, very tired, too exhausted to even wash the smeared makeup off his face as he lay on the living room floor.

When the front door opened he muttered, “If you’re a burglar or a murderer go ahead and do you what you want to me. It can’t be worse than them.”

“You look like hell,” Ichigo informed him, dropping his duffel beside Grimmjow’s head and looming over him. “My sisters better not be in the same shape as you.”

“Bite me,” Grimmjow groaned and rolled onto his side as Ichigo’s foot caught him in the same bruise that Karin had left on his ribs the night before. “Oh my god, your sisters are demons! And you’re just as bad!”

“How dare you, my sisters are the most precious angels on this earth,” Ichigo thought for a second and added, “I’ll give you Karin though. She does have some pretty alarming tendencies.”

“Alarming? Alarming doesn’t begin to cover it!” Grimmjow’s voice rose in pitch as he sat up. “They’re menaces! I just don’t understand how they can have all that energy. They should bottle whatever shit they’re on and sell it to college students. It’d make a fortune!”

“I think it’s called youthful enthusiasm or something. I don’t remember being like that.” Ichigo was fighting to keep a grin off his face but he finally gave in. “Nice makeover. Green eye stuff looks good on you.”

Grimmjow’s hands flew toward his face but he tried to turn it into giving Ichigo both middle fingers. Ichigo snickered.

“They’re merciless,” Grimmjow flopped back to the floor.

“Tell me about it. I’m kind of glad to see you still alive.”

“At this point, me too.” He stared at the ceiling, head pillowed on his hands. “But I have another day of this. They could still win.”

Ichigo chuckled and collapsed on the couch above him, swinging his leg to kick Grimmjow companionably in the head. Then it literally hit him.

“Hey. I thought you weren’t supposed to be here.”

“Like I’m going to leave my sisters alone with you all weekend,” Ichigo kicked him again. He looked exhausted too. “The debate team just got back from our trip. I had them drop me off here.”

“You win?”

“We took second.”

“Good job.” Grimmjow reached up and grabbed his swinging foot. He ran his hand up to gently hold the bony ankle. “So Orihime is coming over tomorrow and taking the brats for ice cream or something. I think I’ll dump them on her and nap.”

“That’s smart,” Ichigo’s yawn was audible.

“You wanna go to bed?”

Ichigo froze and his leg stopped swinging. “Uh...”

Grimmjow worked up his best tired leer. “You could give me one happy memory of this weekend.”

Ichigo’s leg went back into motion with a tap-tap on his forehead. “Sorry, I don’t kiss anyone wearing as much makeup as you.”

Grimmjow made an exaggerated kissy face when he heard a tiny voice call out, “Ichi? Is that really you?”

“Hey, Karin. Hey, Yuzu.”

“Ichi!” the girls barreled through the living room and jumped onto him. Grimmjow heard his breath go out with a little “oof” but he was too busy cradling his knee that Karin had stepped on.

“I thought you weren’t going to be here,” Karin accused as Yuzu hugged Ichigo’s neck tightly.

“Well, I wasn’t supposed to be, but we got back a little early and I couldn’t just leave you two alone with Grimmjow. God knows he hasn’t had any training to deal with the likes of you two. You might have had him tied up or for sale on eBay.”

“Grimmy’s cool, Ichi,” Yuzu giggled. “We like him!”

“And he likes you,” Karin confided. “He was asking us all kinds of stuff about you.”

“He has a crush on you!” Yuzu agreed.

Grimmjow felt his face begin to burn and he sat up abruptly. “You little thieves! I paid you $20 hush money!”

“Well, if you wanted total silence, you should have made it 40,” Karin told him.

Grimmjow grabbed at his own hair but ran into the various clips and barrettes. He hid his face in his bent knees until he felt a small hand pet him. “It’s okay, Grimmy,” Yuzu said.

“Yeah, we won’t even tell Dad we saw you guys kissing,” Karin said.

“What?! We weren’t kissing!” Ichigo sputtered.

“Sixty bucks or we tell him we saw tongue.”

“You vile monsters. Off to bed with you!” And with an exaggerated roar, Ichigo jumped to his feet and swung Karin upside down. “Help me, Grimmy!”

Grimmjow growled too and leaped up, grabbing for Yuzu who was shrieking in delight. He carried her on his hip like an oversized toddler and followed Ichigo with his Karin-barnacle to the girls’ room. Before they caught up, Yuzu snuggled her face into his neck and whispered, “We really do like you, Grimmy. And I think Ichi does too. He was smiling at you.”

“Thanks, kid,” Grimmjow’s voice was rough and he squeezed the girl a little tighter before tossing her to bounce on the bed beside Karin with another round of laughs.

“Now, you’ve run roughshod all over Grimmy today. Time for you to sleep and recharge for your attacks tomorrow!” Ichigo told them.

“Okay, Ichi. ‘Night! ‘Night, Grimmy!”

Grimmjow turned off the light, and Ichigo shut the door behind them.

“Will they actually sleep now?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of creepy. They can be going a hundred miles an hour but when they hit the bed, boom. It’s like a robot powering down. Come to think of it, maybe that’s how they conserve their energy,” Ichigo mused.

“Maybe,” Grimmjow gave in to the urge to yawn and stretch, reaching up to the ceiling with his fingertips. He looked at Ichigo just in time to see his eyes fall away from the slice of bare skin the move had exposed between Grimmjow’s T-shirt and his jeans. He smirked. “Now. Where were we? Didn’t someone say something about kissing?”

He was gratified to see that Ichigo’s eyes went right to his mouth so he licked his own bottom lip and sucked it in a little. Ichigo’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Grimmjow took a chance, but hey, what did he have to lose? The worst Ichigo could do was turn the girls loose to beat him up again.

Grimmjow stepped closer and Ichigo backed into the wall. Grimmjow put a hand on the wall beside his head and leaned in. He heard Ichigo’s breath hitch and hold, and he loved the sound so much he decided to tease some more.

With his free hand, he cupped Ichigo’s cheek, running his thumb over the cheekbone slowly, then sliding his hand down to Ichigo’s jaw. He brushed his thumb this time over Ichigo’s bottom lip and back to its center, pushing with the barest pressure until it opened slightly.

Grimmjow was staring at Ichigo’s mouth but glanced up into his eyes when Ichigo let loose a ragged breath. His pupils were blown, dark in the dim hall-light, and his eyes closed a little when the tip of his tongue reached out to give a tiny lick to the pad of Grimmjow’s thumb.

Enough teasing. Grimmjow leaned down that little bit more and met Ichigo’s warm mouth with his own. His lips were just full enough, just soft enough, more than eager enough, and it made Grimmjow moan. The vibration encouraged Ichigo to open his mouth and Grimmjow licked right into it, tasting Ichigo fully for the first time.

Ichigo grasped at Grimmjow’s waist, making him jump a little at the sudden clench, but Ichigo only slid his hands lower, just at the top of Grimmjow’s ass, and pulled him closer. Ichigo opened his mouth wider and his tongue chased Grimmjow’s back.

Grimmjow had both hands in Ichigo’s hair, not to hold him steady but to keep him close, closer, it wasn’t close enough. Then Ichigo did knead at his ass and with a groan, Grimmjow let his hips grind against Ichigo’s. Ichigo bucked away from the wall to meet him eagerly.

Grimmjow broke for an instant to gulp in air and licked at Ichigo’s jaw as he struggled for breath. He bit gently and nibbled over to Ichigo’s ear, biting the lobe hard enough to make Ichigo moan. Ichigo’s mouth chased him and caught his willing lips, and it was Ichigo who bit his bottom lip then soothed it with more licks. And Ichigo who sucked frenziedly at Grimmjow’s tongue when it found its way back into his mouth.

Grimmjow was rubbing his groin against Ichigo’s with each press of Ichigo’s hands on his ass when they heard a cell phone ring. Ichigo stopped an instant then went right back to grinding. Grimmjow had to suck in a ragged breath and break the kiss.

“Ichi,” he cleared his rough excuse for a voice. “Ichigo. That’s Orihime.”

“Okay,” Ichigo licked a long stripe up Grimmjow’s throat, over his Adam’s apple to his jaw. Grimmjow did a full-body shiver.

“No, I have to talk to her. About the girls. She’ll freak if I don’t answer.” Grimmjow couldn’t resist one more hard kiss to Ichigo’s lips that turned into another three grinds before he growled and stepped away to turn his back on temptation.

“Shit,” he fumbled his phone out of his pocket. “What.”

“Oh, Grimmjow. Wow. How’s it going?”

“Fine. We’re all fine. Goodbye.”

“Wait a second! Ulquiorra has to see—has to talk to you! Ulquiorra!”

Grimmjow fumed as the phone fumbled hands and then bit off a groan as Ichigo’s hands crept around his waist and smoothed over his stomach as he involuntarily sucked in his abs. “Shit, don’t do that, I can’t think when—”

“Oh. Orihime was right.” Ulquiorra’s face was as close to mirth as Grimmjow had ever seen. Anyone else would have been laughing hysterically, and Grimmjow remembered suddenly that he was still bearing the stigma of the girls’ impromptu makeover.

“You done? I’ve got better things to do,” he growled, his eyes almost rolling back when one of Ichigo’s adventurous hands started toying with his belt.

“I like the lipstick. Strawberry, is it?” Ulquiorra’s lips twitched.

“Cherry actually,” Ichigo popped his head up over Grimmjow’s shoulder and into the camera’s view. “Tell Orihime everything is under control here. Now we do have to go because he really does have someone better to do.”

“Ichigo,” Grimmjow purred in appreciation of the snark and circled his ass back into Ichigo’s groin. Ichigo ground against him in return and bit the side of his neck.

“Grimmy,” Ichigo moaned and Grimmjow ended the call. He turned and pushed Ichigo into the wall in one move.

“Don’t call me that.”

Ichigo looked at him from under his eyelashes and licked his own lips. “What should I call you?”

“Any damn thing you want to, if you keep looking at me like that.”

Ichigo flicked his forehead suddenly. “You’re so easy, Grimmy.”

Grimmjow reared back but Ichigo’s other hand on his ass didn’t let him go far. Ichigo smirked. “Come on. Let’s go to my room. To sleep. I’m not as easy as you.”

Grimmjow grumbled just for the looks of it, but he followed willingly. Until they got to the bathroom and Ichigo hip-checked him. “Don’t you know it’s not good to sleep in your makeup? Go wash it off.”

“Are you always this bossy?”

“You like it.” Ichigo bussed a kiss to his cheek and Grimmjow felt both cheeks burn.

“I might.”

“So wash up, brush your hair and meet me in my room.”

Grimmjow jumped to obey. As he scrubbed off the makeup, he stared at himself in the mirror. And grinned.

Until he made it to Ichigo’s room and found out the girls were claiming they had nightmares and wanted to sleep in the living room with Ichigo.

Then he swore he’d pay any amount to have Orihime take the twins out the entire afternoon, alone, so he could show Ichigo just how he felt about him. From the heated look and the quick kiss Ichigo sneaked him before leaving him the bed alone, he didn’t think Ichigo would mind.

** When Isshin comes home to find out that his son is dating the babysitter and his daughters already love him, he gives Grimmjow one unforgettable shovel talk.

*Every single time I hear Grimmjow’s Resurreccion command, my mind goes right to the gutter.

#my fic #grimmichi #my 30 days #bleach fic #fluff and nonsense #AU fic

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moving-blogs-dm-for-new-one · 7 years

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So, I've been meaning to make this for awhile now:

My fandoms! (Including AU'S of said fandoms!) - HomeStuck (HS) - BBS/Vanoss Squad - Venturian Tale & Co. - Markiplier & Co. - JackSepticEye - A lot of YouTubers tbh, feel free to ask - EddsWorld - FN@F/Five Nights At Freddy's - UnderTale - LOZ/Legend Of Zelda - ElderScrolls - Valve Games(Portal, Team Fortress, Left 4 Dead) - BorderLands - Dead Island - OverWatch - Resident Evil - Mario - Super Smash Bros (Brawl) (SSB) - Sonic - Sly Cooper - Lollypop Chainsaw - A lot of video games, feel free to ask - Invader Zim - Johnny The Homicidal Maniac (JTHM) - Danny Phantom - SpongeBob SquarePants - Fairly Odd Parents/Fairy God Parents - Rugrats - 16 - Rick And Morty - LazyTown - A lot of Cartoons, feel free to ask - Scrubs - Parks And Recreation - Brookline 99 - iZombie - Doctor Who - Scream - Some shows, feel free to ask - Warm Bodies - Spirited Away - Princess Monoke - The Nightmare Before Christmas (TNBC) - The Corpse Bride - Coraline - Shaun Of The Dead - Mean Girls - Disney, lol - A lot of movies, feel free to ask - Blood Lad - Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC) - FairyTail - Soul Eater - Sword Art Online (SAO) - Attack On Titan (AOT) - Baka And Test - Eden Of The East - A lot of animes, feel free to ask And here we go! This covers a lot, I think...Again, feel free to ask about any fandom! ~ Sky

#long post #masterpost #all my fandoms #💜#sky shut up #i specks #too lazy to tag them all #haha #kill me #:')#feel free to ask!

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damthosefandoms · 4 years

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The Costco Incident

(Part of my Rugrats Club AU — A prequel, I guess) (Read on ao3 here)

The only reason the twins agreed to go run some errands with their dad was because he promised to stop at McDonalds while they were out, and they both wanted happy meals. The restaurant was giving out Teen Titans toys this month, and both kids were hoping to get Kid Flash toys. You know, because of irony.

Except the problem with going to any store (any public place really) with your dad is that he’ll always run into someone he knows there. And then you get stuck standing there for like an hour. Usually it’s only for about ten minutes at most, but when you’re little ten minutes is an hour—and when you’re a speedster, ten minutes is ten hours.

So, basically, it’s boring as heck.

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No one really knows how it happened, because logically it made no sense. They were at the Costco in Keystone City. In Kansas. You know, in the Midwest. And it was 11:42am on a random Friday at the end of June—school had ended two days earlier. By all logic, they shouldn’t have run into each other there… but it really didn’t matter.

Honestly, Iris had no idea what they were even at the store for. Her dad said something about needing paper towels and laundry detergent, and like… bleach or whatever, because Jai had just gotten a new pair of baseball pants and he immediately slid into a base and ruined them a day after their mom bought them.

(The more Iris thought about it, the more she realized that it’s stupid for baseball players to wear white pants at all, but that’s not the point.)

Jai had a little league game at 1:30 and had to be there by 1:00, so they were kind of in a rush. He was already in his uniform; their dad was supposed to drop him off at the field after they left the store. He was going to drop Jai there, bring all the stuff they bought home, and then head back to the field later with Iris to watch the game.

Watch was a strong word. Iris usually spent her brother’s games searching the woods behind the field with the other players’ siblings for lost baseballs—they would hand them in to the snack stand for a free piece of bubble gum.

But now, Iris was pretty sure she wasn’t going to make it that far today. Honestly, she was pretty sure they were never going to leave the store.

She and Jai had just dragged their dad over to one of the stands where the employees would hand out samples of food. Normally, the samples were something gross that no self-respecting technically-three-but-physically-nine-year-old kid (thanks, weird accelerated aging that their dad was luckily able to fix) would ever dream of touching, but today they were handing out samples of Trix cereal, and, well, like the commercials say, Trix is for kids.

Everything started going wrong when Jai started throwing his cereal at Iris. He was holding on to the end of the grocery cart with one hand, his baseball cleats keeping him balanced on it as their dad pushed it around, and had opted to use the other hand to throw cereal at his sister. Iris ducked behind her dad in order to take cover. The next piece of cereal hit Wally in the cheek while they turned a corner into the next aisle—and because he was distracted telling Jai to cut it out, he didn’t notice the other cart about to slam into theirs.

Jai jumped off the end just in time to avoid being crushed, but he did so using superspeed, so naturally, Iris tattled.

“Dad! Jai just—you know—in the store!” Iris cried, but for once her dad didn’t seem worried about the situation.

“It’s okay, Irey,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t think he’s going to tell anyone what he saw.”

Wally winked at her and gestured toward the offending shopping-cart-pusher. Both of the kids’ eyes lit up.

Standing in front of them was their dad’s best friend and fellow superhero, Dick Grayson.

“UNCLE D!!!” They ran (at normal speed) forward to hug the man.

“Hey Jai, Irey! How are you two doing?” He pulled them into a hug.

“I’m great!” Jai said. “I’ve got a game today, and we’re totally gonna win!”

“Yeah, and Dad’s taking us to McDonald’s after this! I’m so excited!” Iris said, smiling brightly.

Dick grinned. He stood back up, and suddenly his expression turned serious.

“Hey, you guys haven’t seen a kid around here, right? About this tall,” Dick held up his hand, “begrudgingly wearing a Nightwing hoodie, probably scowling?”

Wally shook his head. “Did you seriously lose Damian?”

Dick shrugged. “We split up to get a few things and I was supposed to meet him at the dog food aisle, but he wasn’t there when I got there. I’m sure he’s fine, though—he’s a smart kid. He’s old enough to wander the store on his own anyway. I’ll give him a call when I get in line to pay. I’m sorta wondering myself, waiting for the lines to be shorter—this store is ridiculous.”

Wally laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. And that kid sure can handle himself. Do you remember that time we—”

Iris shot her brother a look. They both knew what “do you remember” really meant—that they’d be spending the next hour standing around, listening to their dad and his friend talk while all the cold stuff in the cart melted.

But today Iris wasn’t going to put up with it. She grabbed her brother’s arm and started walking. Neither adult even noticed them leave.

“Irey, what are you doing? Dad’s gonna get mad if we sneak off!” Jai protested, digging his heels into the ground in an attempt to stop his twin sister from pulling him away.

“We’re to find this ‘Damian’ person for Uncle D.” She said, stopping to stand on her toes and look up over a stack of boxes.

“We don’t even know who we’re looking for! And this store is so huge, it could take us hours!” Jai said, then lowered his voice to add, “Especially since we can’t use our you-know-what.”

Irey rolled her eyes at him, and kept dragging him. He hadn’t even bothered to pull his arm loose from her iron-clad grip.

“Jai, it can’t be that hard to find a kid in a Nightwing sweatshirt in Keystone. Gotham or Blüdhaven, maybe, but not here.”

“But we don’t even know this guy. Why are you bothering?”

“It’s important to Uncle D. And unless you want to be stuck here for an hour while he talks to Dad, not get McDonalds, and be late for your game, I suggest you stop being a dummy and help me.”

Jai sighed and straightened his baseball cap. “Fine, but only because I don’t wanna miss my game. My coach said I could pitch today.”

Iris rolled her eyes. “You and baseball, I swear. It’s like dad and… hey, look!”

She pointed towards the dvd section, where a short person in a blue and black hoodie was holding up a Star Trek: The Original Series box set. He was glaring at it as if it were something his annoying older sibling loved more than anything, but he just didn’t see the appeal and was trying to understand it.

“That’s gotta be him, c’mon!” Iris yanked her brother’s arm, and started running (at a regular human speed) across the store.

Damian didn’t really get what Tim liked about Star Trek. He’d read the back of the dvd case, but just didn’t understand it. The episodes were too long, and—

Someone was trying to sneak up behind him.

Keyword, trying.

Damian spun around on his heel, gripping the hilt of the plastic sword he’d found in the toy aisle as he held it to their throats (a little excessive, maybe, as it was a toy, but… blame his training). He moved so fast that both kids stumbled backwards, flopping over each other as they scrambled up from the floor. He noted the obnoxiously large butterfly nets that had clattered to the floor in the attempt, and the innocent, yet both confused and annoyed looks on their faces.

Damian recognized them, of course. Sort of. He’d read through all the files of every member of the Justice League and the Teen Titans when he’d first become Robin, wanting to familiarize himself with the people he was going to have to get to know whether he liked it or not.

(He still wasn’t sure he liked it. Sometimes it was okay. Sometimes, like right now, it was extremely annoying.)

He was about 64% sure that these two troublemakers were the Flash’s—Wally West’s, that is—kids. They weren’t mentioned in the files Damian had read by name, but they had been mentioned. Although when he’d read up on them a few years ago, they’d only been a few months old.

Which begged the question of why they looked nine right now. They were without a doubt West’s children—the girl’s hair and eye color made her almost a carbon copy of her father (just younger and, well, a girl) and they both had the same light freckles dusting their faces. Thanks to Richard, Damian had met West enough times to know his features when he saw them.

He just hadn’t met the kids, yet. They were supposed to be three, last he remembered—not nine years old and running wild at this stupid store.

But he decided to push his questions aside and ask the most pressing one instead:

“Why the hell were you two trying to capture me with a—what is that, a butterfly net? Did you really think that was going to work?”

The girl—if Damian’s theory on them being the West Twins was correct, her name would be Iris—shrugged, helping her brother up from the floor.

“It worked on Fairly Odd Parents. Are you Damian?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Irey West. The weirdo in the baseball uniform is my brother Jai.” She said, reaching out to smack the brim of Jai’s hat, knocking it off his head.

Jai cried out, “HEY!” when the hat fell, picking it up and dusting it off. He elbowed Iris to get her back.

“Quit it! I have a game today, Irey. I don’t wanna ruin my hat—”

“—Like you did the pants?”

“It’s not my fault that baseball fields are made of dirt!”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a field of dirt—reminds me of you!”

“Irey—”

“Enough.” Damian snapped, in his best Batman impression. Clearly, it was a good impression, because it seemed to work. Both kids stopped arguing and stood straight up, looking at him.

“You,” Damian said, pointing to the girl. “Tell me. You’re Wally West’s children, am I correct?”

Irey nodded. “Yup, that’s our dad. And you’re here with Uncle D, right?”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “You mean, Dick? Yes, I am here with my brother. Sort of,” he added the last part under his breath.

“I’m Damian Wayne.” He introduced himself.

“Yeah, duh. Nice sweatshirt, Dami.” Iris said, crossing her arms. Damian’s eye twitched at the nickname—only Richard was allowed to call him that. “You always wear your family’s merch?”

Jai looked at her. “Aren’t you wearing Flash earrings?”

“I—shut up, Jai.”

Damian’s patience was starting to wear thin, so he changed the subject before his impulses took over and he started throwing whatever was in his reach at the children in front of him.

“Why were you attempting to capture me?”

Irey shrugged again, lazily brushing her hair out of her eyes. She had a hair tie on her wrist, but was just too lazy to put it up—she preferred pigtails anyway, and that wasn’t an option at the moment.

“Dad ran into your brother before and crashed the cart and Jai almost got seen but then he didn’t.”

“What?”

“We bumped into Uncle D,” Jai muttered, still annoyed about his hat.

“He said you were missing, then started talking to Dad about the old days. Irey thinks bringing you back to Uncle D will make him stop talking to Dad and leave because I’ve got a game at 1:00 and we’re in a hurry, but Dad always forgets that when he sees his friends at stores. He’s weird like that.”

Irey nodded, as if that made total sense to her. Damian remained confused. Why did it matter if they were in a hurry? Were they not a family of speedsters?

When he asked this, the twins simply blinked at him.

“We drove here, dude. Can’t exactly run home without the car.” Jai said.

Ah. Right. Made sense. Damian sighed, picking up the stash of items he’d acquired while wandering the store: three xbox games, a new sketchbook, and the plastic pirate sword he’d grabbed just in case he needed to defend himself. Odd that it had almost actually come in handy.

“Let’s go find your father. I was getting bored anyway.”

The twins both smiled and Damian followed them back towards his brother, completely unaware that this meeting was the start of something new.

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all of them :)

Sorry it took me so long to answer these lol1) What images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?My lock screen is sasha and my home screen is sandra lol 2) Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?did my horrible embarrassing crush on my gi count lmao 3) What was your last text message?me asking my mum how her day was going lol 4) What do you see yourself doing in 10 years?I wanna be living in LA working on movie sets or a studio in any capacity possible !! I'm !!! 5) If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?honestly ?? Nowhere LA is just..... 😭😍 I wanna be here forever and always 6) What was your coolest Halloween costume?I haven't done Halloween a lot so probably Alice in wonderland. I have a lot of cool ideas but never really get the chance 7) What was your favorite 90s show?SO MANY!! maybe friends?? But also Rugrats cat dog the nanny the x files Daria Arthur Sabrina ??? What a time to be alive 8) Who was your last kiss?umm?? I think someone in a club tbh lmao 🤷🏻‍♀️9) Have you ever been stood up?Uh not really?? I've gotten completely ready for something then had friends flake on me 10) Favorite ice cream flavor?Cookie dough!!!!11) Have you been to Las Vegas?no :--( I need to tho!! Gotta go to that flagship Taco Bell !!! 12) Your favorite pair of shoes?Luv my Adidas or my birks!! 13) Honestly, have you ever cheated on your significant other?No14) What is your favorite fruit?Mango!!!!15) Have you talked to anyone on tumblr that you could see yourself dating/having sex with? If possible?I don't think so 16) Are you into hookups? Short or long term relationships??? Who knows depends on the person 17) Do you smoke? If so, what?no. Sometimes w if it's available but very rarely 18) What do you do to get over your anger?listen to music and lay down, go for a drive, work out. 19) Do you believe in God?to some capacity. I'm more agnostic than anything. 20) Does the person you're in love with know it?No bc they're all celebrities who don't know who I am 21) Favorite position?Sleeping22) What's your horoscope sign?Scorpio 23) Your fears?I'm claustrophobic and have a fear of vomit and cockroaches lmao 24) How many pets do you have? What kind?None :---( 25) What never fails to turn you on?what 26) Your idea of a perfect first date?something fun!! Something active and cool!! Something where you can talk maybe like an arcade or smthn 27) What is something most people don't know about you?hmm.. a tough one. can't share all my secrets 28) What makes you feel the happiest?Travelling!! Airports!! Really good food!! Dogs!! 29) What store do you shop at most often?Probably target lmao 30) How do you feel about oral? Giving and/or receiving?👍🏼31) Do you believe in karma?Yes binch 32) Are you single?ye 33) Do you think flowers or candy are a better way to apologize?Flowers34) Are you a good swimmer?I won't drown but I probably wouldn't win many races either 35) Coffee or Tea?Cawfee!! 36) Online shopping or shopping in person?Depends on my mood and what I'm shopping for. I like both. 37) Would you rather be older or younger than your current age?I like my current age!! Younger if I could fix some shit ,, older if I'm where I wanna b then 38) Cats or Dogs?Doggos!! 39) Are you a competitive person?Depends on the thing. I'm lowkey competitive I won't #fight but I secretly rly wanna win everything 40) Do you believe in aliens?yes!!! Especially today !! Intergalactic alien day 41) Do you like dancing?Yes!! 42) What kind of music to you listen to?All kinds !! My music taste is a MESS 43) What is your favorite cartoon character?I relate to Lisa Simpson 44) Where are you from?nowhere bitch !! ?? I'm from Aus this question is weird tho rn bc I'm in living limbo n dont have a 'home' !! 45) Eat at home or eat out?Eat out!! Or get take out and eat at home watching Netflix 46) How much more social are you when you're drunk?A bit more depends on my mood n stuff and who I'm around 47) What was the last thing you bought for yourself?Taco Bell lmao 48) Why do you think your followers follow you???? no clue tbh ,, I feel like a lot of the followers I have now are just og from the vivaziva days 49) How many hours do you sleep at night?Can't function without 8-9 hours of beauty sleep !! 50) What worries you most about the future?not accomplishing my goals or being successful !! Not being happy or content ever w who I am and what I'm doing w my life !! 51) If you had a friend that spoke to you the same way you speak to yourself, how long would you be friends?we'd b friends she cool and tries to keep me in line52) Are you happy with yourself?there are things I can improve on. I'm not sure I'll ever be satisfied but I can keep trying and someday I'll b there 53) What do you wish you didn't know?The plot lines of my fave shows movies and books so I could experience it again. 54) What big lesson could people learn from your life?That life is ab priorities !! 55) If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?Hmm !! Maybe the friends apartment ,, or Mauras house !! Or Gabrielle's house from desperate housewives ,, 56) What's your favorite Website?Fanfic dot net 57) What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?Idk ??? people pleasing 58) What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?Does flying count ??? MCI-LAX 59) What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or thrift store?hmm?? Probably some jackets. I'm not good at finding bargains 60) What do you order when you eat Chinese food?I don't like Chinese food... I'll make stir fries at home w rice and veggies n a spicy sauce 61) If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be?The only one that doesn't sound awful to me rn is alaska lol. 62) If you had to teach a subject to a class, what would it be?English !! 63) Favorite kind of chips?Tortilla bitch 64) Favorite kind of sandwich?Veggie patty!! Or avocado on toast if that counts 65) Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?Thesaurus 66) Have you ever been stung by a bee?Yea67) What's your favorite form of exercise?Martial arts or dancing 68) Are you afraid of heights?no69) What's the most memorable class you've ever taken?umm... at school prob gender studies but my immediate thought was this bikram yoga class I did like 5 years ago that was like a masterclass taught by some important dude and when we were meditating at the end he was talkin ab how we should imagine ourselves floating in the perfect temperate water and the sky is filled with stars and they're reflecting off the water and ur just surrounded by stars everywhere and the water is lapping at ur skin and it's peaceful n beautiful and it just rly painted a picture for me and it was such a #moment that I always remember how euphoric I felt in that moment meditating and imagining what he was describing and every time I'm stressed or am meditating or just laying in bed I picture that I'm floating in this big ocean surrounded by stars and it's just stuck w me for a long time 70) What's your favorite breakfast?Acai bowls !! Or avocado toast !! 71) Do you like guacamole?BITXH yes .. so much72) Have you ever been in a physical fight?When I was like 10 lol 73) What/who are you thinking about right now?Doing this thing but I immediately thought of Sasha a bc I was looking at pics of her before this to put on to customised popsockets I'm thinking of getting lol 74) Do you like cuddling?Depends on my mood 75) Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?Probably 76) Have you ever experienced one of your biggest fears?Idk I'm claustrophobic and I used to be moreso than I am now and I used to nearly have panic attacks when taking off on flights bc I knew I couldn't get up and off the plane. I don't get those anymore on flights but I still avoid elevators and things like that if I can. 77) Favorite city you've been to?LA !!! Or London 78) Would you break the law to save a family member?Maybe 79) Talk about an embarrassing moment?ummmm. Probably something in school . I can't think of anything super embarrassing that's happened to me recently I'm not rly fazed by a lot. I'm most embarrassed just thinking of the person I was like 2-3 years ago lol 80) Are there any causes you strongly believe in?Veganism!!! 81) What's the worst injury you've ever had?Knock on wood I've been very fortunate in my life w injuries. All I can think of is when I was in eighth grade I used to bike to school w a friend and when I was pedalling up this rly steep hill my gears fucked up and gave out and my foot slipped off the pedal because I was pushing so hard and the pedal ground up the back of my foot and ankle and leg and I got a huge scrape on the front of it as well form the road and I still have a big lumpy scar on the back of my ankle from it lol 82) Favorite day of the week?Idk or care tbh !! Sunday maybe bc there's an aesthetic 83) Do you consider yourself sexually open minded?yes 84) How do you feel about porn?I feel like this requires like a novel length response. The industry is problematic in certain ways but the practice of watching it is fine 85) Which living celebrity would you like to know?Sasha Alexander !! 86) Who was your hottest ex? no one on here would know anyone I'd say anyway?! 87) Do you want/have kids?not really, not right now, maybe someday,88) Has anyone ever told you that they wanted to marry you?well 89) Do you get easily distracted?I get bored quick 90) Ass or titties?Ass91) What is your favorite word?Colloquial 92) How do you feel about tattoos?Luv em!! Too indecisive for any but they're cool to look at lol93) Do you have any pets?Not personally...... yet 94) How tall are you?5'6.595) How old are you?2296) 3 physical features you get complimented on a lot?Umm ,, eyes, hair, and boobs probably lmao 97) Is there anything you're really passionate about?Veganism !! ;) also movies/tv shows, travelling, middle aged actresses 98) Do you have trust issues?Somewhat 99) Do you believe in love at first sight?Never experienced it but that doesn't mean anything 100) What are some words that you live by? Why?'The cure for anything is salt water; sweat, tears, or the sea' bc it's tru I grew up near the ocean. Also 'if you always do what you've always done you'll always get what you've always got' also truThanks so much !! xx

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damthosefandoms · 4 years

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the rugrats club au is great because not only does damian get to keep all the friends he’s made, it’s also what I like to call a “happy ending au” where dc canon doesn’t fucking exist and everyone lives happily ever because I said so

#Rugrats club au #Wally has his wife and kids #Roy is alive and so is Lian #Bruce is a good dad and the entire batfam is happy and healthy and doing great #Jon didnt get a weird age boost and he’s still around #Damian is HAPPY and has FRIENDS #gosh #I love it #my post

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damthosefandoms · 4 years

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The Rugrats Club Chapter 2: “Siblings are a curse until they prove themselves useful”

(AO3)

Setting: Wayne Manor. Gotham City, New Jersey. Saturday morning, approx. 10:30am EST. Early October.

Damian is sitting on the couch when Dick walks in. He, Maps, and Colin are waiting on the rest of the team to arrive for their next meeting. They’ve actually got enough seats for everyone today. Dick walks into the room with the West twins, who have just been dropped off by their dad (with whom Dick spent the last fifteen minutes talking to like a couple of soccer moms bumping into each other at a grocery store and “catching up” while their kids complain and try to kill time by running each other over with the grocery carts). He’s giving Irey a piggyback ride and Jai’s following them, pouting. One of Irey’s pant legs is rolled up, and she’s got an ace bandage wrapped around her ankle.

JAI: Why does she get a piggyback ride and I don’t?

DICK: Jai, your sister broke her ankle.

JAI: Yeah, like three days ago! It’s practically healed now!

Irey sticks her tongue out at her twin brother.

IREY: You’re just jealous because Uncle D loves me more!

DICK: You two sure argue more now than you did a month ago, don’t you?

IREY: We were like, three a few months ago! Things change when you get old, Uncle D!

JAI: Not our fault our powers kicked in and we got an age boost.

Dick sets Irey down on the empty couch and goes to get a pillow so she can put her foot up.

DICK: I’m just glad your dad was able to catch up to you guys and stop the problem before you got too old. If he didn’t know what he was doing because of what happened with Bart, well…

Dick trails off. He glances back over at Jai.

DICK: Be nicer to your sister.

JAI: You’re not our dad!

DICK (laughing): Yeah, but I’m your godfather, so what I say goes.

Damian chooses that moment to butt in. Up until now, he and his friends have been totally engrossed in watching some cartoon on Damian’s laptop.

DAMIAN: Please, as if you didn’t agree to that purely to make jokes about the movie.

DICK: You know, I was in the mafia once.

MAPS: Wait, really? That’s so cool! Were you like, undercover? Did you kill anyone?

Dick looks more amused than offended at the question and laughs, but Colin elbows her anyway. Damian looks confused and borderline offended that anyone would dare imply his brother could ever harm so much as an ant without feeling guilty about it.

COLIN: Maps! You can’t just ask someone if they’ve killed someone!

DAMIAN: And pay attention to who you’re speaking to. This is Richard we’re talking about.

MAPS: Oh. Right. Duh.

She looks at Dick, embarrassed. Dick smiles and waves his hand as if to say, “Don’t worry about it.”

DICK: It’s alright, Mia. I haven’t killed anyone as far as I’m aware. It was a while ago, anyway; we didn’t even know about Damian at the time, if you can believe that. I sure can’t. Feels like I’ve known him forever!

Dick goes to ruffle Damian’s hair. Damian scowls and swats at his brother’s hand like it’s a fly buzzing around his head.

DAMIAN: Don’t you have a job to go to or something?

DICK: A day job? In this economy?

The kids stare at him. The joke goes right over their heads, mostly because they’re children and they don’t understand the economy part of the joke. Damian understands the economy fine; he just doesn't get the joke.

DICK: Okay, tough crowd. New topic. What are you guys watching?

COLIN: Oh, just some new cartoon Maps is really into. Something called… uh, She-ra?

DICK: I thought that was an eighties thing? Like He-man or whatever it was called?

MAPS: I think it was. They remade it like they did with Voltron. My mom told me she used to watch this stuff with my aunt when she was a kid.

DICK: You know, when I was your age, we used to have pretty great cartoons too. TV channels used to dedicate Saturday mornings to them.

DAMIAN (sarcastically): When you were my age? When was that? 1940?

DICK (rolling his eyes): I was your age in 2005, Dames. I’m not that old.

DAMIAN: Judging by your fashion sense, that’s highly debatable.

DICK: Ha-ha. Damian, I watched like, Pokémon and Spongebob and the Ninja Turtles. Stuff like that.

COLIN: Those are all still on, though, aren’t they?

DICK: Yeah, but I watched Pokémon and Spongebob when they were new. Like, I-watched-the-pilot-episode-live new. They keep rebooting those shows now, it’s so weird.

JAI: What do you mean? You make it sound like it’s bad.

MAPS: Yeah, wouldn’t they be better now? You know, since animation has gotten better over the last few years and all that?

DICK: It’s not bad, it’s just… okay, it’s like this:

DICK: Imagine if there was this TV show you watched as a kid, right, and you loved it more than anything in the world, and it was so amazing that people still watch it now for the first time, and you keep rewatching it now too, all these years later, because it’s just. It’s that good. But suddenly, it goes off the air after the fifth season. And you’re like, “That’s it? No more? But it was so good!”

DICK: And they had so many more stories to tell, and so much more potential for character development, and it’s been over a decade and we still don’t know that one character’s true identity? And yeah, they only ever dropped the real names and took off the masks literally or figuratively of maybe two characters in all five seasons, only one of whom was a main character, and maybe they only alluded to the true identities of the other main characters, but this one was like…we all know who it was supposed to be, just tell us already—

Dick stops and clears his throat. Damian is glaring at him. The rest of the kids look completely lost.

DICK: ...Anyway, so eventually they announce the show is coming back, with the same cast, same characters, maybe a different animation style, but that’s okay, you know, because your favorite show is back on. Except you go to watch it, and all your favorite characters have been turned into complete morons, and instead of interesting plots and intriguing storylines, it’s all fart jokes and the only, only thing that makes it worth watching are the tiny references and easter eggs in the background that remind you of the original show.

IREY: That sounds terrible.

JON: And weirdly personal.

DAMIAN: ...Yes, it does. Have I heard this before?

DICK: Oh, probably. It’s why Jason and I hate the new Ben 10.

JAI: There’s an old Ben 10?

Dick opens his mouth to talk, no doubt to start rambling again, but Damian’s phone buzzes. His alarm went off, which means it’s officially time for their second-ever team meeting to start. Damian stands up, and starts pushing his brother out of the room.

DAMIAN: That’s enough from you, Richard, now get out! Everyone else will be here soon and there’s no adults allowed!

DICK: Alright, alright, fine.

Dick looks over at Irey and Jai. He smiles and waves goodbye to them as Damian shoves him towards the door.

DICK: Have fun, guys! I’ll take you to the zoo later if you’re good!

JAI & IREY: Bye, Uncle D!

Damian goes to sit back down between Colin and Maps on the couch. Before he can sit down, Jon chooses that minute to walk in from the balcony (they are on the second floor, after all), hair all messed up from the wind.

DAMIAN: You’re late. Did you fly here? And where is Kathy? You said she was coming with you.

JON: Yeah, I did. Kathy was going to come, but she said something came up. She’ll be here next time.

JON (sarcastically): And I’m so sorry I’m late, Damian, I was busy doing my chores this morning. You’d understand if you grew up on a farm. Or, you know, like a normal person.

Damian crosses his arms and glares at Jon.

IREY: You live on a farm?

JON: Yeah! Well, we used to. We have an apartment in Metropolis now because mom’s back at work, but sometimes I go stay with my grandparents in Smallville ‘cause I’m just not really a city guy.

MAPS: Do you have like, cows and stuff?

JON: Oh, yeah! We have a few cows!

DAMIAN (mumbling): I have a cow too, you know.

JON: And three pigs, two horses—

IREY: HORSES?

JAI: YOU HAVE HORSES?

IREY: I LOVE HORSES!

JAI (rambling): Our dad had a horse when he was really little back when he lived in Blue Valley and she lived on a farm there with his mom’s brother but he never really got to see her anymore after he moved in with Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris and he tells us about Socks all the time and Irey’s kind of obsessed with horses now and she really likes the movie Racing Stripes and the Hannah Montana movie and ever since we saw it she—

IREY: JON, CAN I COME SEE YOUR HORSES?

JON: I mean, I can ask my grandma if that’s okay! You guys live in Keystone anyway, and it’s not like Smallville is that far from there. Same state and all.

IREY: YES! JAI, I GET TO GO SEE HORSES! YES YES YE—owwwww.

Irey gets so excited that she accidentally moves her leg, bumping her ankle into the side of the couch. While Colin goes to see if she’s okay, Maya walks into the room, a box of munchkins in one hand and a cup of…coffee, possibly, in the other.

MAYA: Sorry I’m late! I brought Dunkin’!

DAMIAN: You’re drinking coffee? You hate coffee.

Maya places the box of munchkins on the coffee table.

MAYA: It’s hot chocolate, actually. I didn’t get any sleep last night after we took down those guys by the docks so I’m thinking that I’m just going to keep myself awake via sugar high all day.

MAPS: Oh, I do that all the time! I go out on adventures with the Detective Club all night, and then if I can’t sleep when we get back because of adrenaline and stuff, I stay up until morning reading comics. Then I eat four of those really cool lightspeed energy bars for breakfast and I’m good to go! Olive says it’s unhealthy but I think it works great.

DAMIAN: Until you crash during math and fall asleep at your desk.

MAPS: Yeah, but you take enough notes for the both of us so it’s all good!

IREY: Wait, Lightspeed energy bars? I’ve...heard of those? Jai, isn’t—

She turns to her brother and they seem to have a conversation at super speed for the next couple of seconds. Then they turn back to the group.

JAI: Our dad did a commercial for those, like, years ago! Way before we were born, I think.

COLIN: Didn't Damian say you guys were born like three years ago?

Irey nods. Jai shrugs.

JAI: It was back when he first became the Flash, I think. Long time ago. Before Uncle Barry came back and the timeline got messed up, our dad used to be part of the Justice League, and...

Jai launches into the story with Irey filling in the gaps, and everyone else listens. Damian takes the chance to slip out of the room. He jogs downstairs, sliding down the railing on the staircase in the main hall (it’s a Wayne kid thing) and keeps going.

When Damian gets to the library, Jason’s in there, reading some classic lit book like usual. Both of their dogs are there, too; Titus lifts his head when Damian walks in, but Ace stays asleep, curled up happily at Jason’s feet.

DAMIAN: Todd?

JASON: What’s up?

DAMIAN: Have you heard from Harper yet?

JASON: Nope.

Damian glares at the floor. Jason sighs and closes his book, saving his place with a bookmark. He looks up at Damian.

JASON: What’s your problem?

DAMIAN: It’s not—

Damian groans and pulls at his hair, then waves his arms as he speaks. He’s frustrated.

DAMIAN: How the hell am I supposed to have a team better than Drake’s if my teammates either show up late or don’t show up at all? They can’t even focus on anything! It’s like they’re all...they’re…

JASON: Like they’re kids?

Damian’s face scrunches up as he gets even more frustrated. Jason sighs and waits, watching as Titus stands up and walks over to him, nudging Damian’s legs with his nose. Damian sits down to pet his dog. It’s the only thing that ever really calms him down, aside from Dick’s presence.

How is he the one having this conversation with Damian right now? What kind of team-related advice could Jason Todd possibly have? He was barely even a Titan himself!

Although, maybe...

JASON: Look, it’s like, what, 11:00 right now? It’s 8:00am in Star City. They’re three hours behind us. I know for a fact that unless forced, Roy refuses to get out of bed before 2:00pm. But he’d get up at 4:00 in the morning if it meant making Lian happy. And she usually gets up at like, 7:30 in the morning willingly, so I guarantee you that they’ll be here. Eventually. Just give it a chance. As for whoever it was that couldn’t make it today…things happen. They’ll be here next time. Don’t worry about it.

Damian doesn’t take his eyes off of his dog.

JASON: No one’s abandoning you here, Damian. You’re not in this alone. That’s the whole point of a team. You just have to let other people do their thing once in a while. That’s what being a leader is.

Damian stares at him. Titus stands up and licks Damian’s cheek, then just stares at him. Damian grabs a tissue from the closest box to wipe the drool off his face. Dogs—can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

JASON: Go hang out with your friends, Damian. I’ll text you when Roy and Lian get here.

Damian nods, mutters a very quiet “thank you” and stands up, getting ready to leave.

JASON: Wait!

Damian stops, turns, and looks at him.

DAMIAN: What?

JASON: You, uh…maybe you should take your dog with you.

Damian gives him the closest thing to a smile Jason has ever seen from his brother (aimed towards him, at least; Jason considers this a win), nods once, motions for Titus to follow him, and leaves.

When he gets back to the group, Maya, Jon, and Maps are having an argument about the best type of munchkins. The twins and Colin are still discussing multiverse changes. Damian coughs to get their attention. They all turn to look at him. Or, more importantly, at the Great Dane by his side.

JON: That’s where you went! You got Titus!

Damian blinks, and suddenly Jon AND both of the speedsters are petting his dog. His dog. He bats their hands away from Titus and sits down next to Maya on the couch. Titus lays down at his feet.

DAMIAN: Can you all please stop getting distracted? We’ve wasted so much time already!

MAYA: Time for what, exactly?

DAMIAN: Time to discuss things!

MAPS: What things?

DAMIAN: Team things!

JON: Damian, I think you’re going to have to be a little more specific.

Damian’s phone buzzes. He grabs it off the coffee table to look at it. It’s a text from Jason saying that Roy just got there. There’s also a message telling him to relax and have some fun with his friends. He ignores that one. Maya looks at him funny.

MAYA: Damian, you don’t have a clue what you’re doing right now, do you?

DAMIAN: What?

Yeah, he so doesn’t have a plan.

MAYA: I mean, do you even have a plan for this team? Like what we’re going to do? Where our base is going to be? Any of that? Do you have a plan?

DAMIAN: OF COURSE I HAVE A PLAN!

DAMIAN: THE PLAN IS TO PROVE DRAKE WRONG!

Speak of the devil and he shall appear…apparently with a cat. Tim walks into the room, holding Alfred the Cat away from his body with an annoyed look on his face and a bunch of scratches on his hands. Damian would laugh at his brother if he weren’t so flustered right now over his friends calling him out.

TIM: Damian, how many times do I have to tell you to keep your pets out of my room? I’m allergic to them.

DAMIAN: You’re not allergic to anything but peanuts and dairy.

Tim scowls at him.

TIM: And you.

Tim drops the cat on Damian’s lap.

TIM: Stop training your pets to come into my room to annoy me or I’m telling Alfred to look behind that Animal Crossing poster you put up in your room.

DAMIAN: You tell him that and I’ll tell Father that it wasn’t actually Todd who crashed the Porsche last winter.

Tim just glares at him for a minute, then turns to leave.

TIM: JUST STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!

He spins on his heel and storms out of the room, narrowly avoiding slamming into Jason as he does. Jason watches, confused, as Tim stomps down the hallway, grumbling about “stupid little brothers” and “stupid blackmail.” He really doesn’t want to know.

Roy’s standing next to him, holding a box of what seems to be store-bought cupcakes. They’re bright pink, most likely picked out by Lian in a hurry that morning. He looks tired. Lian’s a different story. She’s practically bouncing on her feet, all dressed up in a miniature version of her dad’s Speedy costume from his early days as a superhero. She waves at the team, then turns to say bye to her dad. Jason takes the box of cupcakes from Roy and places it down on the coffee table. He gives Damian a look and waves to Lian, who waves back. Then he and Roy leave.

IREY: You got the costume!

LIAN: Yup! Daddy gave it to me last night!

She takes the hat off her head and holds it out so everyone can see.

LIAN: He says I gotta be really careful with the hat, though. No throwing it on the floor or anything like that. I don’t really see why I would do that, though.

IREY: It looks great!

DAMIAN: Can we please get back to the point?

MAYA: What point? I thought we just agreed there was no point.

MAPS: Well not yet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t come up with something!

COLIN: It’s not like there’s much for us to do right now anyway.

DAMIAN: But we have to be ready.

COLIN: Ready for what?

DAMIAN: Crime, obviously.

JON: Alien invasions!

MAYA: Ninjas!

MAPS: Assorted evildoers trying to take over the world?

IREY: EVIL GORILLAS!

JAI: MIND-READING EVIL GORILLAS!

Everyone in the room turns to look at Lian, since she’s the only one who hasn’t spoken. She blinks.

LIAN: Uh…

LIAN: U-Uncle Jason?

DAMIAN: Oh my god.

DAMIAN: The eight-year-old dressed like Robin Hood is the only person in this room besides myself with a brain.

Everyone shares a look. Then, in a true show of teamwork, they all grab an array of cupcakes and munchkins.

Damian runs for cover.

They get in trouble for starting a food fight and have to clean up after, but in the end, it’s their best team meeting yet.

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