#get ash-babied dork

[michibites]

i’m so tired

[munsonstorm]

how i imagine childhood best friend!eddie

my main masterlist - eddie munson masterlist

warnings: this is 18+, mdni, reader and eddie are 18+, tons of flirting, eddie is snarky, reader is also snarky, they grew up together but are no longer close, talks of sex with other people, mentions of std's, eddie wants reader and reader wants him, kissing. 2.1k words

After middle school, you did not relate to Eddie anymore

It may have to do with how his style changed, his music interests leaning more towards the darker side, he started to grow his hair out, his attitude towards authority shifting. You just felt that your friendship would dissipate.

But Eddie would still say hi to you in the hallway, trying to get your attention.

After junior year, you two were virtually strangers. 

So when senior year came around and you and your new friends made big plans for an End of Year Bash, you reluctantly invited Eddie at lunch. 

“Well look what the cat dragged in… How are you sweetheart? Still listening to that Prince cassette I got you for your 13th birthday?” You roll your eyes, extending an invitation out to him. “Me and my friends are throwing an end of year party. I was gonna invite you.” “Was?” You narrow your eyes at him, scanning him for any sign of a smirk. He was fucking with you and while you knew it, you wanted to see him break. “I think I’m gonna give your invite to Jeff or Gareth, because you’re annoying me.” “Oh come on, where’s the silly snarky girl I once knew? I miss her.” “She got tits and grew up. Are you gonna come or what?”

He gladly accepts the invitation, telling you that you better save him a dance.

You don’t even really think about Eddie again until you spot him in the middle of your friend’s living room, sticking out like a sore thumb. You swirl your jungle juice in your cup and down the rest before approaching him. 

You were a bit tipsy, but not drunk. You lick your lips as you walk through the crowd, tapping Eddie on his shoulder. 

“Thanks for coming.” You say, before he locks eyes with you. God, he did something different today, he looks… good.  “I don’t know what to do with myself.” He yells over the bumping music.  “Follow me, I’ll get you a drink.”

You get him a drink and have him come outside to smoke with you. You had picked up a bad habit, and luckily he had the same one. When you light up the cigarette, he matches your motions. 

The moonlight adds a cast over his features that sends you spiraling into the thoughts of possibly finding him attractive. When you were kids, you always thought he was just baby cute. But now… he looks like a man. 

His ripped jeans, his layed leather jacket and jean vest. He may have the rocker look, but his features are still soft. Especially his lips. 

“You good?” He asks you, noticing your piercing gaze.  You sit back in the lawn chair, pulling your cigarette out of your mouth. “Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit tipsy.” “You are still not good at lying. Never were.” You throw your head back, giggling, “Shut up, Munson. You don’t know me.” He throws his hands up in mock surrender, “You still talk with that high pitched voice, especially when you lie. Your eyebrows also do this thing-” “My eyebrows do not do a thing.” You say as your eyebrows do a thing. “They are doing it now.”

You roll your eyes, giggling to yourself. You how he’s right, but you can’t admit it to him, especially when he’s looking at you with such intention. 

“You look good, dollface. Popularity didn’t change you too much.” You smirk up at him, not taking much offense to the statement. “Being a huge nerd changed you, though.” He chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Is it the long hair or?” You point to his free hand,“The tattoos. And all those rings.” “What you don’t like?” He flicks some hair off his forehead, which for some reason makes you stare more. You smirk, shaking your head and finally coming back to reality, “You’re a dork.” “You used to be, too.”

You chew on your cheek, flicking some ash. You shift your ass on the chair to face him fully. He’s looking at you with a questionable expression, like he’s trying to read your mind. 

You hear someone starting to open the back door and you see a couple of your girlfriends drunkenly stumbling out. You call after them, making sure they are good. The one, Marissa, notes you and Eddie sitting together. 

“Ooo, you got the hots for the Freak?”

You want to die in that moment. You had told them all plenty of times of your childhood with Eddie and how much he had changed since you knew him. You never said it as a particularly bad thing, but your friends thought he was too strange for comfort.

You glance over at Eddie, wondering if you should respond or just act like you did not hear them. But he’s watching you carefully, indicating that he needed you to answer her. 

You clear your throat, “Eddie is just a friend, remember?” “I saw you through the door. You were staring at him like you wanted to suck his di-” You do not dare let her finish, screaming, “Marissa!”

She giggles as she walks towards the firepit with the other girls, leaving you and Eddie alone again. You want to just flip your chair off the edge of the deck, but you resist the urge.

Eddie stares into the side of your face, practically burning a hole into your cheek.

“You were staring at me like you wanted-” “I’ll kill you with my bare hands if you finish that sentence.”

Somehow, you end up spending the entire night talking with Eddie outside. You catch up about life, what new music you are into, and how you are excited to be working at a clothing store in downtown Hawkins. 

The night ends with you walking Eddie to his van and wishing him a goodnight.

Eddie opens up his door, the edge resting on the hinge of his arm,“So I’ll see you around, I guess.” “Yeah, we should… hangout sometime.” “Yeah, we should. Are you busy this weekend?” You think for a beat, “I work til 8 tomorrow and Sunday. Maybe we could-” He doesn’t let you finish, shaking his curls and grinning, “I’ll come see ya tomorrow. Maybe we can grab a late night dinner at Hank’s. That’s nearby right?” “Right next door.” “Perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

He gets to your work the next day at 7:30. It was odd seeing the guy who scares half of the females in your school in the middle of a women’s clothing store, but you knew he was harmless. You give him a smile, nodding your approval that he actually came through. 

“Well, well, well… Welcome to Patricia’s Boutique, can I help you find something, sir?” “Yeah, I’m looking for this hot chick who works here.” “No hot chicks here. Just me.” “I guess you’ll do, then,” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You could not help but blush at his stupidity. You advise him that you have to do some last minute cleaning and you’ll lock up so you can fill your stomach with a milkshake and burger next door. 

He’s patient, leaning against some displays and chatting to you about how the work day was. You get a good look at him when he’s inspecting some earrings you have on display. 

His lips. God, his lips.

Before he catches you staring, you act as you are mopping the same place you already did for the millionth time.

Once you clean up, you turn off the lights and lock the doors. You walk with Eddie right next door, occupying a booth right next to the vast windows of the diner. The older waitress jots down your orders and you both settle into easy conversation as the cook whips up your burger and Eddie’s cheesesteak. 

“So I heard you were dating Kenny Lopez at the beginning of the school year. From the way he was just… not at your side at that party, I’m assuming you two aren’t a thing anymore?” You wiggle your nose, rolling your eyes at the thought of your ex. “He was too immature. He was also a bit too religious for my liking. Said that if we had sex or anything I would have to repent. Which is insane because I found out later that he was cheating on with other girls and having sex with them.” “Woah, woah, woah-” You cut him off, giggling a bit as you sip your soda,“Yeah, I know.” He abruptly speaks up, “Did you?” “Did I what?” “Have sex?”

You cock your head to the side, letting out a quiet scoff. 

“No. We didn’t.” He lets out a random sigh of relief, “Good. I heard he gave Janet Huggins chlamydia.” “Jesus, Eds.” He throws his hands up in surrender, a cute smile plastered across his face,“What?! Just cause I’m a loser doesn’t mean I don’t hear the rumors about people.” You quirk your brow, playing with your straw. You were morbidly curious about your own status on the food chain, “Any about me?” “Some.” “Like what?” He stops, licking his lips painstakingly slow. He has to know what he’s doing to you, “You really want to know?” “Yes.”

Your food comes as soon as you approve to hear the dish on yourself. You grab a fry from your plate, obnoxiously smacking. 

“Well?” He matches your annoying chewing, “Some are just… statements about you-” “Like?” “You have great tits.” “Eddie!” “Hey- we all have eyes here.” “Okay, ew,” You chew another fry, “What else, though?” “Last year I heard you smoked pot with Kendra Traverse under the bleachers.” You shake your head immediately, “Never happened.” “Damn, I was hoping that one was true.” “What else?” He takes a bite of his meal, trying not to enjoy the sight of you eagerly asking about what people say about you. “I heard your a great kisser. Amongst… other things.” “This is all locker room talk. I want something juicy.” “You’re really setting yourself up for a joke there-” “Shut up.”

He giggles. Like really giggles. It’s a sound you vividly remember listening to growing up. You can sometimes still hear it in your dreams. 

“Other than what I’ve told you, I just heard whenever you were possibly dating someone.” “Ah,” You half smirk, wiping your mouth with a nearby napkin, “Well… those things never last that long.” “Why’s that?” “Because no guys around here are really worth a damn. I wasted a whole school year on a stupid guy when I could’ve just been having fun.” “No guys, huh?” You roll your eyes at his question, “Don’t say ‘well I’m worth a damn’. We already know that.” “So I am the exception?” “For now. Until you piss me off, somehow.” “So I have…” He looks at his watch jokingly, “T-minus 10 minutes to be an exception.”

God, he was so quick it gave you goosebumps. 

You two sit in that booth for two hours, laughing and carrying on. Eventually you tell him you have to go home before your parents assume you got kidnapped. He laughs and jokes that they will be reassured to know you were with your childhood best friend and not some stranger.

"You should come by and see them. They would love to hear how you’re doing.” He scoffs, shaking his head, “Your parents only put up with me because I was always around.” “My mom found you cute,” You reply, walking side by side with him to your car, “She used to tell me I should date you.” He grows silent for a moment and clears his throat, “Wise woman.”

You turn to him, folding your arms over your chest. There was a twinkle in his eye that you had seen a couple times in the last two days. Something hopeful. 

“Is that not what you’re doing right now? Taking me on a date?” You say, your heart practically beating out of your chest. 

He cocks his head at you curiously before connecting the dots. Your smile practically takes up your entire face, watching the cogs turn in his brain. You stop in front of your car, waiting for a response.

"So…” He looks over at your car, raising his eyebrows, “Is this the point in the date where I get to kiss you?” You feel dizzy just thinking about it. “Is that how you end your dates?”

He shakes his head, taking two steps towards you. His arms wrap around your waist, making you drop your arms over his biceps. 

“What dates? The only girl I’ve ever had eyes for was you.” You swallow, looking up at those big brown doe eyes, “Well, how would you like to end this date, with me?”

And he kisses you. He does it without a single ounce of hesitation. He’s soft but still eager, his perfectly plump lips slotting between yours. Your arms wrap around his neck and for once, in all the years you’ve tried forgetting about Eddie, you realize he’s all you’ll ever want and need.

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[gilbertscurls]

falling for you — chris sturniolo

"You’re so fucking gorgeous, my baby girl.”

His voice was hoarse with want, and the way his eyes darkened when they met yours made your stomach flip. It wasn’t just the way he said it—it was how he meant it. Like it was a fact, like he couldn't believe his luck.

Chris crawled over your body with the grace of someone far too excited to be coordinated, straddling your thighs and fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. You bit your lip, watching his fingers tremble in his rush, the fabric resisting him at every turn. He was giggling breathlessly, flushed and glowing, hair a mess and pupils blown wide with adoration and hunger.

You sat up to help him, gently batting his hands away so you could finish the job. Each button you undid was followed by a kiss—first his chest, then his stomach, his hips—every inch of him met with your lips, warm and reverent. He groaned, your name tumbling from his mouth like a prayer, one hand slipping into your hair while the other blindly fumbled with his belt.

“I want to taste you,” he rasped, voice low and desperate, his fingers tightening in your hair. He pushed you down gently to lie flat on the bed, and your heart raced as you opened your legs for him, anticipation coiling hot and tight in your belly.

Chris moved down the bed in a blur of kisses and tugging hands, his fingers slipping under your panties to drag them down your legs.

And then—THUMP!

He disappeared.

There was a beat of silence.

Followed by your shrieking laugh as you turned onto your side, face buried in the blankets. “Chris!”

A muffled, "Fuck!" came from below, followed by more laughter—his this time, wild and full of disbelief.

“I miscalculated,” he admitted, laughing so hard he snorted. From the floor, he popped his head back up, your underwear still in one hand, completely unfazed.

“You think?!” you choked out, tears springing to your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

“I was so close to being smooth,” he groaned, attempting to stand—and immediately swayed too far to the left, nearly toppling again before catching himself with a hand on the mattress.

“Get back up here, you dork,” you giggled, sitting up and reaching for him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he slurred dramatically, as if the fall had knocked all sense from him. His hair was a mess, lips swollen, and his pants still hanging halfway off, but he had the most ridiculous grin on his face as he crawled back onto the bed like nothing had happened.

He collapsed on top of you, chest against yours, panting from laughter and desire all at once.

You cupped his cheek, brushing back his damp hair as he hovered over you again. “Where were we?”

Chris grinned, lips brushing yours. “Somewhere between your thighs, if I remember correctly.”

“Then stay there this time.”

And when he did, you could still feel the echo of your laughter between every soft moan and whispered praise that followed.

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[suzukiblu]

Day twenty of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” ( no cut today, we die like Bruce Wayne's willingness to acknowledge that privacy laws apply to him ). prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The skate park is mostly empty, mercifully, which is probably because of how late it’s getting but not a gift horse Tim’s gonna be looking in the mouth either way. Not even remotely will he be looking that gift horse in the mouth. They take over a bench off to the side, and Tim straps on the pads while Kon wraps up his gift bag in his coat and tucks it under the bench, which really would not normally keep anything from getting stolen in Gotham but also TTK and Bat-hypervigilance are both things, so yeah, for once Tim's pretty sure it'll be fine. 

Well, as sure as Gotham allows for, anyway. 

Admittedly the Bat-hypervigilance now has to work around the sight of Kon's bare arms because yeah, that tight and clingy turtleneck he's wearing is in fact still sleeveless and Tim can no longer try to pretend otherwise in his head. God, why did he buy Kon that turtleneck? Does he hate himself? Is that it? 

Probably that's it, yeah. 

But also . . . 

But also, Tim can't help remembering Kon admitting to liking him getting him clothes he thought he’d look good in–admitting to liking looking nice for “somebody”, instead of some vague “everybody”. 

And said “somebody”, apparently, is Tim Drake. 

Tim really does not know how to reconcile those facts in his head. Kon likes getting dressed up by somebody, and specifically likes getting dressed up to look nice for them and get shown off by them–Tim allocates a moment to self-immolate into ash, then continues the thought process–and also he likes specifically Tim Drake dressing him up to look nice and show off. 

Tim fails to reconcile those facts in his head. Those facts are just . . . not computing in his head. The facts are not in any way fact-ing. The facts are anti-facts. 

“The helmet makes you look like a total dork, for the record,” Kon informs him with a grin before kissing him again. Tim manages not to fall off the bench, but that’s about it. 

“Preventable head injuries are way dorkier than safety gear,” he says. Kon laughs at him, but not like Superboy laughs at Robin–he just sounds happy. 

Tim might still be at risk of falling off the bench, yeah. At least a little bit. 

Kon flashes him another grin, then jumps up and grabs his hands to pull him to his feet, all excited and delighted, and Tim feels a little lightheaded. 

. . . alright. Falling off the bench is no longer a risk, but falling off his own fucking head might still happen. That might still be a thing. 

“You are such a nerd,” Kon says fondly, grinning even wider and pulling him towards the nearest ramp. “A nerd with a skateboard. Skatenerd.” 

“This is not encouraging me to show you any skating, you realize,” Tim says dryly, and then Kon turns into the most evil sapient being that has ever existed, by which he means then Kon pouts at him. Tim nearly does fall off his head. 

“Please, daddy?” Kon asks, linking his hands together behind his back and still pouting at him. “You said you’d get me anything I want, right?” 

Metaphorically, Tim explodes into atoms, and then those atoms all explode into subatomic particles, and then Gotham explodes into atoms and subatomic particles, and then the whole state of New Jersey snaps in half somewhere between Trenton and New Brunswick and sinks into the Atlantic and takes the entire tri-state area with it. 

Literally, he drops his skateboard on his own foot.

[chokulit]

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[stillaclownlol]

Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

[hbyrde36]

It's Only Forever

R: Mature | WC: 4931 | | Ch 6/8 | Read on AO3 | Mild Sexual Content

[Penny Art - Eddie's Introduction] [Penny Art Link - The Ball]

[SissayeRys Art Link]

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5

Chapter 6: Magic Dance

Feat. a new art piece by @penny00dreadful!!!!!!!!! 😍

Tick, tock.

The further the unlikely fellowship of strangers-turned-friends got from the bog, the more the trees surrounding them began to fill out. Bare brittle trunks and branches were replaced with dense bark and vibrant leaves.

They were headed into another forest.

Great. 

Thankfully, even as the humidity eased, the air remained warm and free from falling ash—or whatever that stuff had been—and these woods lacked the vague yet distinctly sinister vibe of the last Steve had trekked through. He allowed himself to relax, knowing that, either way, at least he wasn’t alone this time.

“So, what’s in the castle that’s worth going to all this trouble for anyhow?” Jonathan asked from his perch atop Argyle’s shoulder, his poofy tail bobbing with each of the gentle giant’s footsteps.

Steve swallowed hard, the ever present guilt for what he’d done, unintentionally or not, sitting like a lead weight in his gut. “My little brother.”

“Oh,” Jonathan replied softly.

Argyle threw a sideways glance at Steve, smiling without a hint of judgment on his face. “Tell us about him?”

“Dustin—he’s thirteen, a huge dork, and the biggest pain in my ass,” Steve began simply, returning Argyle’s flash of teeth with a grateful smile of his own.  

“But he’s also the best little brother anyone could have. My mom and dad split up when I was really young, and before I knew it, mom was remarried with another baby on the way, and I—” he broke off with a little shake of his head, and stared out into the trees. 

“I should have been there for him more. It all feels pointless now looking back, but I was so busy trying to live up to what I thought I was supposed to be that I just… ignored him most of the time. Worse, like a total asshole, I was mad at him for still managing to stay his dorky self, no matter how much our parents tried to train it out of him. And Instead of protecting him from the same pressures they’d put on me, I was… jealous. I love that little nerd, and I need him to know that. I have to fix this.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll help you get him back,” Jonathan said, patting his steed on the head. “Right, Argy?”

Argyle nodded enthusiastically.

A little too enthusiastically, and the only thing that kept Jonathan from tumbling off Argyle’s back was a firm grip on the creature's horns. 

“Sorry, little dude,” Argyle murmured sheepishly. “Just excited to help. Y’know, I’ve always wanted a brother.”

Jonathan’s tail began to wag in earnest, his mouth dropping open into an unmistakably pleased canine grin. “I’ll be your brother!”

Argyle roared in celebration, spinning himself and his newfound brother around in circles as they rushed ahead through the trees shouting, “You hear that?! I got a brother!”

Steve chuckled at the display, turning around to share his laughter with Robin only to find her some yards behind, jogging towards him. 

When she caught up to where he waited for her, Steve tried to apologize, feeling terrible for not realizing she wasn’t with them, but Robin took one look at him and spoke first, interrupting.

“That’s not fair!” She huffed, annoyed, glaring at the top of his head. “How did your hair go right back to normal?!”

Steve tossed his head around, shaking his hair out before running tentative fingers through it. It did feel much less voluminous already, but without a mirror he’d have to take her word for it that it was already back to its former glory. Robin, however, still looked like a poodle who’d accidentally electrocuted itself. 

“Superior hair care products?” He offered with a shrug.

She grumbled something like, “superior hair care products my ass,” and together they turned towards the direction of Argyle and Jonathan’s voices, still hooting and hollering in the distance.

“Hey, uh, by the way, I found… I found this,” Robin said, resting a hand on Steve’s arm, stopping him, just as he was about to suggest they hurry and catch up before the others got too far away.

“I thought you might be getting hungry.”

Steve looked down as she pulled something from her pocket, and found resting in her hand the plumpest, most delicious looking peach he’d ever seen.

She was absolutely right. Steve was starving, and by the time the sweet smell of the ripe fruit reached his nose, he was already salivating. He could have kissed her. It was like she’d read his mind.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver!”

His hunger was suddenly overwhelming, and Steve didn’t hesitate to take the peach from her palm and dive into it, barely chewing before swallowing his first bite. The juice that rolled over his tongue tasted a little funny, but he imagined that was to be expected. Of course fruit from the labyrinth might taste different from what he had at home, and honestly he was famished enough not to be picky about it. 

On his second bite, the strange flavor, almost metallic in nature, settled on his tongue again. Everything from his lips, down his throat, and all the way to his stomach felt warm and tingly, as though he’d taken an extra large swig of cheap vodka. Not entirely unpleasant, but it made his head swim. That, and the fact that his entire body was breaking out in a cold sweat, set off alarm bells in his brain. 

“What…” Steve spat out what was left in his mouth, but he already knew it was too late. “Robin, what have you done?” 

The world tipped on its axis, sending him stumbling into a nearby tree, the remains of the peach falling from his grip to roll away and lay forgotten on the forest floor. He sank to sit at the base of it, looking up into Robin’s tear filled eyes as she slowly backed away from him. 

“Damn you, Eddie!” She cried out, adding softly, “and damn me too,” before turning heel to run.

Steve took a deep breath, opening his mouth to call out to…

To… 

To who? 

He was traveling with others, he was almost sure. 

Maybe he should go find them.

Hmm.

Where was he anyway?

And why was he sitting on the ground?

Didn't he have somewhere he needed to be?

He tipped his head back to rest against the rough bark of a tree that seemed to be propping him up. Standing seemed like way too much work, and the trees sure were pretty here.

And if he did have companions, surely they’d notice he was missing and come back to find him.

The wind picked up as he mulled it over, and the swirling air felt wonderful as it dried the thin layer of sweat sticking to his skin. It also brought along with it a handful of bubbles, like those you might blow with soap and a small round wand in your backyard in summer; iridescent, shining, and magical, except these were as big as Steve’s fist, and seemed to hover with a purpose around his head. A head that grew heavier by the second as he slumped further and further down the base of the tree, till he was nearly laying down atop its roots. 

There was something familiar about them, beyond the fact that they were bubbles. Something niggling at the back of Steve’s mind, equal parts unnerved and intrigued by these perfect, clear spheres. 

As he gazed into them, hazy images appeared. 

Couples in formal dress, dancing in circles across a polished marble floor. 

A crystal chandelier swaying gently back and forth, some distant light glinting off the many faceted strands that hung from it. 

A stunning stranger, lurking in the dark. 

And finally, Steve saw himself, standing in the same swath of shadow wearing a beautiful white suit of intricate design. 

But that couldn’t be right. If he was here, how could he be there? Or… was he there and not really here? Or maybe he was just tired, and in need of a nap.

Yeah.

Steve stopped fighting, and finally let his eyes fall shut. 

Everything would make a lot more sense when he woke up.

Steve stood at the edge of a sprawling dance floor, the shining tips of his heeled boots resting on the invisible border separating the center of a grand ballroom, the area meant for dancing, from the round banquet tables surrounding it on every side.

Slowly he took in his surroundings, getting the strangest sense there was something he was missing—no. Something he’d been looking for. 

Something, or someone he needed to find.

Hanging high overhead were a dozen or more enormous chandeliers, dripping in crystals that caught the room’s light, reflecting and refracting it to throw glittering rainbow patterns all along the white stone walls. 

Countless couples, all donning elaborate masks of various shapes and sizes, textures and colors, spun round and round the space to the sweeping and romantic melodies played by an unseen band.

The women wore exquisite full ball gowns. Their voluminous silhouettes with billowing sleeves, fine details of lace, beaded bodices, and other delicately embroidered designs were incredibly eye-catching. 

The men, wearing their own finery, were a bit more reserved—

Save for one. 

Weaving his way through the pulsing sea of bodies, Steve moved towards a dark figure in the crowd. It was a man, his mask unlike any other, starkly black, and adorned with the likeness of a goblin, topped with long devil-like horns. Though he held the covering up in front of him concealing most of his face, the mass of dark curls and deep brown eyes that peered out from behind it spoke of a beauty that no doubt extended to the rest of the man’s form.

He was unmatched in dress, outfitted with a distinctive double-breasted coat that cinched at the waist, accentuating the man’s lithe figure, the length of it fanning out to the sides and behind, hanging practically to his ankles. It was satiny black, with swirling floral accents and creeping ivy done in a dazzling midnight blue. A cluster of roses in the same dark hue clung to one shoulder, cascading down his arm to settle at his wrist.

Underneath it all was a bare chest wrapped in nothing but a black lace waistcoat, see-through enough to allow even more of the pale flesh beneath it to peek out, riding just above a pair of skin tight pants which left very little to the imagination.

Steve saw it all in a flash before the many dancers between them turned, and his handsome stranger was swallowed up by the crowd.

Of all the things Eddie might have expected to come out of Steve’s subconscious—a high stakes basketball game, with himself as captain at the helm of the winning team, perhaps? Or whatever other pointless pursuits spoiled rich boys and stuck up jocks dreamt of.

A Masquerade ball certainly wasn’t high on the list. 

Who was he kidding, it wasn’t even on the list.

Perhaps it was time to admit to himself that maybe there was more to Steve than met the eye. 

Eddie entered the extravagantly decorated ballroom and immediately began stalking his way around the perimeter, sparing little more than a glance at the beveled floor to ceiling columns wrapped in shimmering gossamer fabric—or the fine linens, in layers of white, gold, and silver that adorned the tables, their centerpieces made up of glass bowls of varying size overflowing with fragrant blossoms, white jasmine and gardenia.

And he paid no mind to any of the figures performing their elegant dance. He only had eyes for one of this soiree’s attendees. 

Steve. 

He had to find him, and see if the spell really worked.

A task, it turned out, that took barely any effort at all. Seconds into Eddie’s search, the crowd parted in such a way that left a clear line of sight straight across the dance floor. 

And there Steve was, sparkling like a diamond in the center of it all, a flawless, precious stone whose mere presence made everything around it seem dull in comparison. Or maybe a pearl was the more accurate analogy, with the way his crisp white suit shone, standing out in a sea of muted color. 

Embossed with a thick mesmerizing pattern of trailing stems, leaves, and thorns, and laden with glittering beads sewn in, the jacket was expertly fitted and uniquely cut to perfectly frame an impressive swath of chest hair—just begging for someone to come along and run their fingers through it—wholly visible through the sheer white top he wore beneath.

His crown of hair, impressive as it’d been before, was now impossibly styled to defy gravity and reality itself, with its ornate swirls and swoops, decorated with flashes of silver and gold, sparkling jewels, strands of iridescent pearls, and a few delicate sprigs of baby’s-breath.

Eddie might be the king here but it was Steve who truly looked like royalty now. Someone deserving of the truest love and deepest devotion. A figure worth serving—worth falling to your knees for. 

And underneath it all—the magic, the attitude, the trappings of the Goblin King, Eddie was still just a man. 

Powerless to resist.

While Eddie was busy staring it seemed Steve had taken notice of him too, and began walking towards him. 

In a moment of panic, Eddie took advantage of a passing couple, using them for cover as he vanished from sight. He reappeared in a different corner of the room, leaving Steve wearing a puzzled expression, head swinging back and forth around the floor, searching. 

Had Eddie’s spell failed?

There was definitely something in the other boy’s gaze, in those seconds when they’d briefly locked eyes, some spark of recognition. 

Except… Steve didn’t seem in any distress. Surely he would be at suddenly finding himself in these unusual surroundings if his memory was intact.

As Eddie watched from his new position, Steve picked his way through the assembly, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd until again they locked eyes. Eddie's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Steve’s mouth spread into a sly grin. Steve took two steps forward, and for a second time Eddie magicked himself out of sight.

Only now, he moved closer instead of away, placing himself just behind the other boy’s broad back. 

It was now or never.

Still holding his mask up with one hand, Eddie reached out with the other, settling his palm on Steve’s lower back, and leaned in to speak softly in his ear. “Looking for someone, sweetheart?”

With a quiet gasp, Steve whirled to face him. 

On the outside Eddie made sure to put on a confident smile, but inside he was on his guard, waiting for Steve to pull away, to be scared, to be angry… something. But the boy in front of him only bit his full bottom lip, his cheeks turning the most alluring shade of pink.

Eddie had never wanted to taste something more than this boy’s mouth ever in his life. 

“Not anymore,” Steve replied, reaching up to wrap his hand around the stick Eddie held, pulling the mask away from his face and letting it fall to the floor. “I think he just found me.”

Feeling suddenly unmoored, and breathless, Eddie fought to keep his cocky persona in place and not squirm under the scrutiny as Steve openly admired his suddenly bare face.

“Do I… know you?” Steve asked, narrowing his eyes a little, but quickly shook his own head, not waiting for a response. “Sorry, that was a silly question. There's no way I could forget meeting such a beautiful creature.” 

Everything from the base of Eddie’s neck to the tips of his ears went hot. In an effort to hide the sudden blush that was sure to be wreaking havoc on his paler-than-pale complexion, he took one of Steve's hands, raised it to his lips, and kissed the back of it. 

“Eddie,” he introduced himself, looking straight into Steve's captivating hazel eyes with his mouth still inches from his skin. He had to do something to regain a little footing in the wake of Steve’s charm.

“Steve,” the other boy replied with a tilt of his head, when Eddie finally let him go. “Can I confess something to you, Eddie?”

Eddie studied his face for a long beat, looking for any sign that this was all an act, a ruse to throw him off guard, but Steve really did seem to have no idea who he was.  

He nodded.

Steve stepped into him, sliding his hands up and over Eddie’s shoulders while he leaned in close enough to press their bodies together, their cheeks brushing as he whispered into Eddie’s ear. “It’s my first time. I think it might be best if you lead so I don’t embarrass myself.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, and he found himself clinging to Steve’s lapel to steady himself. “W-what was that?”

Steve let out a low, breathy chuckle. “Dancing, Eddie. It’s my first ball, of course.”

Oh and if Eddie didn’t already want to eat him alive.

“Of course,” he repeated back, squeezing where he gripped Steve’s hips for a moment before backstepping, forcing Steves hands to slide back down over the length of his arms so he could take hold of them again, leading the other boy in a turn away, only to snap him right back in so they danced chest to chest. 

Steve’s smile was wide when they came crashing back together, his eyes sparkling with it, and he tossed his head back with delighted laughter.

It was the second time in as many minutes that Eddie saw and heard what Steve was like when he was happy, when he was enjoying himself and not running for his life, or searching for his brother. 

It wasn’t something Eddie’d gotten to see very much in his spying, or since. But he supposed that was his own fault… wasn’t it.

Right.

As they danced Eddie did his best to ignore the uncomfortable feelings, the guilt and shame threatening to bubble up to the surface and ruin everything, and remember what the goal was here. But Steve really was something else, coy one moment, and pressing himself into Eddie the next with a confident smirk. 

It was all too easy for Eddie to let himself get lost in it, to forget who he was supposed to be, who Steve was supposed to be, and enjoy it—just for a little while.

“So, why me?” Steve asked as the music slowed, and the pace of their dance along with it.

For a split second Eddie panicked, thinking of only one reason for the question, but Steve quickly went on.

“I mean, to look at you I wouldn’t exactly think I was your type. And let’s be honest, you could have your pick of anyone here.”

They definitely made an unusual pair on the surface. Even discounting their greatest difference, namely that Steve was a normal human boy, and Eddie was… whatever he was. They were all contrasts. Dark and light, like the sun and the moon herself.

But what was one without the other?

With a little shake of his head, Eddie tugged Steve in close by his hips. Then, with a supportive hand, guided him back into a low dip, leaning over his stretched body. The urge to lick his stomach through the thin fabric was almost overwhelming. “Have you seen yourself, sweetheart? You are quite literally the belle of the ball.”

Eddie brought him back up carefully, until they were practically nose to nose.

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Steve said, breathy and a little demure, but he also tipped his head in acknowledgement. 

He knew exactly how good he looked.

Eddie was in so much trouble.

“Tell me something about you. Something no one else knows.”

It was dangerous territory, unless Eddie was willing to make up stories, and it was probably well past time to give up the charade, but Eddie just couldn’t find the will to stop.

Still, he chose his reply carefully.

“I know I look like a winter, but deep down, I'm an autumn.”

Steve rolled his eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. “You know what I mean, something real.”

Real. 

It was such a foreign concept to Eddie at this point, and something he only allowed himself to be when he was alone with Chrissy, or just, alone period.

“I… I had an uncle—Wayne,” Eddie began hesitantly. “I, uh, lost touch with him some time ago.”

“You miss him.”

It wasn’t a question, but Eddie nodded anyway. “He and my dad didn’t get along. Couldn’t blame him, my old man was a piece of work. Made it hard for Wayne to see me when I was a kid, but whenever he did manage to steal me away he made sure I knew I was loved. I don’t even know if he’s still alive.” 

Eddie didn’t realize he’d started welling up until the first hot tear escaped from the corner of his eye. Before he could reach up to wipe it away Steve was already there with a gentle stroke of his thumb.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad,” Steve said quietly.

“Don’t be. It’s—I don’t let myself think about the past very often, but it’s kinda nice to talk about him, even if it hurts.”

“Okay—” Steve cleared his throat, as if seeing Eddie upset had made his own voice thick with it too, before speaking again. “How about… sunset or sunrise?”

“Are we playing twenty questions now?” Eddie asked, casting him a crooked grin.

“Maybe not the full twenty. I wouldn't want to bore you.”

“Not possible,” Eddie countered without hesitation. After everything he’d seen the other boy accomplish and overcome, he knew nothing, not even a mundane conversation with Steve could ever be boring. 

“Again with the flattery,” Steve tsked. “What’s your answer?”

“Sunset,” Eddie said finally, after making a show out of thinking about it as they made another turn around the room. “Sunrise almost always means something has gone horribly wrong and I've stayed up far too late. What about you?”

“Personally I think it depends on what sort of activities have kept me awake so long past my bedtime. Watching the sunrise in a lover’s arms, for instance. It sounds… romantic, don’t you think?”

Eddie made a noise low in his throat, deep and rumbling. He could picture it all with ease. Steve in his bed, the wide open windows of his bedchamber giving them a perfect view of the sun’s first light as they lay tangled together, sweat still drying on their skin. 

“Is it too late to change my answer?”

Steve laughed brightly, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

They danced in comfortable quiet for a while, eyes fixed on each other as they moved to the music as one, finding their rhythm together whenever one song ended and another began, until a particularly melancholy tune filtered through the air.

Their movements slowed to the point that they were simply swaying in place, holding one another. And though they were still surrounded by other couples, it felt as if they were the only two people in the room.

“What are you most afraid of?” Steve whispered into the space between them. 

Eddie could have gone easy on himself, gave a more standard answer like spiders, or snakes, something tangible, easy to understand—easy to dismiss with a laugh or a scoff. But it seemed he was under Steve's spell just as much as Steve was under his, and so, truth.

“Ending up alone forever.”

Steve’s eyes swam as he held Eddie’s gaze, the wetness there spilling over as he answered in kind. 

“Me too.”

They weren’t even dancing anymore. 

Eddie took Steve’s face into both of his hands, returning the favor of drying his cheeks. “Not heights?” He asked, hoping to soften the heavy and bring a smile back to Steve’s face. 

“How did you know?” Steve asked, and there it was, a small but growing upturn of lips. “But not my biggest fear. In fact, I’ve always thought that with the right person by my side, I could handle just about anything.”

Mirroring Eddie’s own stance, Steve reached up to cradle his face and surged forward.

The moment Steve’s lips met his, Eddie lost all sense of space and time. There was nothing but the softness of his mouth, and the sweet taste of him. The way their tongues danced together, as their bodies had been doing all night, like they already knew each other intimately.

They separated too soon, bumped by another pair of dancers in passing, and Steve looked as gone as Eddie felt. 

He grasped Steve’s hand and led the way through the crowd, eyes searching for a doorway, a hallway, a dark corner—anywhere they might be able to be alone.

Nothing. 

As they reached the end of the room Eddie waved his free hand at the wall. From one blink to the next, a pair of french doors appeared in the middle of the once solid surface. Without stopping or even slowing down, Eddie pushed them open, and he and Steve walked out onto a wide terrace under a midnight sky.

The only light came from the stars above, but even in pitch black Eddie’s lips would have had no trouble finding Steve’s again. Like muscle memory they came together in the shadows, kissing like it was a need greater than air.

Eddie groaned as Steve’s hands wound into his hair, fingernails scratching, gripping lightly at the root. His own hands made their way south, finding heaven in his palms as he at last allowed himself to touch the swell of Steve’s ass, caressing and kneading the supple flesh through too many clothes. 

With a desperate whine, and without breaking their kiss, Steve forced Eddie back until his body met wall, and he found himself sandwiched between hard stone and Steve’s firm body.

Steve's mouth wandered from Eddie’s lips to the side of his neck, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin of his throat before moving down his chest, to where bare skin was cut off by clothes. Still, Steve continued to slide down his body, hot puffs of breath  making Eddie shiver even through fabric as Steve slowly sank to his knees.

In his current state, Eddie wasn’t exactly sure if he could die or not, but if he could he was pretty sure the sight before him would have sent him into an early grave. But goddamn, at least he’d go happy. 

Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s thighs, gripping tight as he leaned in to nuzzle his cheek over Eddie’s groin, where he was already almost painfully hard, had been halfway there since they started kissing. 

He wasn’t sure he’d ever been looked at or held like an object of desire before, and he hadn’t been touched at all in… well, decades. Even before he came to be in the Labyrinth, as a queer boy in the middle of nowhere in the 80’s, he wasn't exactly drowning in dick.

Steve mouthed at his length through the cloth, tilting his eyes up as he reached for Eddie’s waistband, as if asking for permission.   

And sure that’s why he dragged Steve out here, but that was in a moment of weakness. He… he didn’t think. 

Or maybe he just hadn’t dared to hope. 

But it wasn’t right, not like this, not when Steve was being deceived in such a complete way.

He had to stop this now before it went too far. 

“Wait—” Eddie said, the word choked off as he fought back a moan.

But Steve didn’t seem to hear, too lost to Eddie’s body and his own desire.

“Steve, stop—” Eddie managed to force his voice to sound strong and steady. Steve froze, looking up with confused eyes as Eddie bent down and helped him to his feet. “You don’t want to do this, trust me. You wouldn’t want me… if you knew.”

Steve was only more confused, the look in his eyes quickly bleeding into concern. He reached up, tucking a stray curl behind Eddie’s ear. “If I knew what, baby?”

Baby.

Eddie shivered, his grip on Steve’s arms tightening. How had he ever harbored such awful thoughts about him? The sweet boy he’d met tonight and, let’s face it, the dedicated brother he’d seen all along but chose to ignore, willing to do anything, and risk it all to get Dustin back. It didn’t matter that Steve wished his little brother away, what mattered was that he's sorry, that he knew he made a mistake and wanted to make it right.

“What I’ve done. What I am,” Eddie answered, leaning in, resting his forehead gently against Steve’s as he whispered the admission.

“What are you?” Steve asked, just as softly.

“A fool.”

Eddie knew now what he had to do. 

With one final feather-soft brush of lips, he let Steve go, stepping back to squeeze his eyes shut. He imagined this reality resting inside the protective bubble of one of his crystal balls, the walls holding it together clear as glass and just as breakable. In his mind he raised one closed fist in the air, and with a flick of his wrist spread his fingers wide.

The unseen explosion sent a shockwave through the air, shattering the ball into a million pieces, breaking the vision along with it.

Consequences be damned.

Chapter 7: Thirteen O'Clock

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OC Obsessed! Whether they are mine or yours. But here is a lil' something on all of them! All characters based from Hogwarts Legacy are 18+. Taking a page from other creators to have a place where I can toss out HC's and lore I want to use in my writing.

Arianna Blackbriar: A pureblood Slytherin princess from the British Royal family and a witch. Bubbly, friendly, outgoing yet reserved in upper-class social settings. Bi-curious but prefes men, wants to be liked by everyone. Being forced by her family to be in an arranged marriage, but she is in love with her bodyguard. She wants to run away and do more with her life than family lineage. She loves fossils and sneaking out at night. Nicknames: Aria, Ari, Princess, Divine

Ashton Blackbriar: Separate AU from Aria and not related. A pureblood Slytherin prince from the Royal family and a wizard. Charismatic reserved, stoic, secretly wants everyone to like him. Bi, but prefers men in private, but with women in public due to his status and being forced into an arranged marriage. He wrestles being one way in public and another in private with the man he is in love with. He loves crystals and smoking weed. Nicknames: Ash, Handsome, Silverspoon(not in an endearing way)

Albion Hale: An orphan whose family was killed by werewolves around age 6. Covered in scars, he survived and found his way to Hogsmead, where the owner of Honeydukes adopted him. In a cruel twist of fate, he was turned into a werewolf, but his transformations were successfully and unknowingly suppressed by the mysterious professor. Carefree, easy-going, loves giving hugs, and almost always without a shirt. This Hufflepuff started Hogwarts in his 5th year and is a bit behind when it comes to his magical ability's, focusing on taking over his father's store and becoming a professional chef. He has found the love of his life and can't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. He took odd jobs as a bodyguard and is covered in tattoos. Nicknames: Al, poppa bear

Mason Bishop: 1 of 6 brothers and sisters, the youngest, this Gryffindor jock is nothing but a good time. Happy, cheeky, prank pulling, awesome Quidditch player, and overall sweet dork. Has mommy issues being the baby of the family. He will try and make anyone laugh, loves making new friends, and is over all a sweet guy and not your typical jock. New to love in all shapes and forms, his first real girlfriend is about to make him a man, already puppy sick in love with her; Mason will do anything to make her happy. He will try anything once and is a pretty good cook.

Tessa Davenport: A transfer from Australia, an Animagus, taking the form of a rare pink manta-ray. Sorted into Hufflepuff, she is a loud and feisty short woman. Super athletic, loves surfing, swimming, fire baton throwing/dancing. Her accent quickly caught the attention of her fellow classmates. With two older brothers, she grew up a tom-boy who doesn't mind getting her hands dirty but always cleans up nicely for events. Still getting used to her new surroundings, she has developed strong feelings for another transfer student, and he seems to return those affections.

The Professor-Darien Steele: This Gryffindor alumni has mysteriously returned the night Albion Hale was "bitten" by a werewolf. Experimenting on Al to suppress his transformations. Darien is master at potions, transfiguration, and deception. His only reason to return to Hogwarts is to research the rare power known as ancient magic, experiment on students with magic and alchemy. He has learned many secrets and keeps them in his back pocket for a rainy day of blackmail. He seems to be everywhere and gives off a charming eerie vibe. Every time you see him, he always physically looks a bit different or has become an entirely new person. Wonder why that is?

[your-only-sunshine1999]

welcome to the random shit my brain concocts when I find a new hyperfixation (last Time it was mouthwashing and I wrote a short story bout how me and my bfs OCs died) part 1/?

(for context our lovely OC’s, done by my beautiful bf @rustycopper4use)

“Hey, uh, Lexus, why’re you burning plastic spoons..” Thad asks, flipping the camera to get Lena’s input.. “cause Thad, ‘m makin’ flowers” Lexus responds before cursing under her breath as she touches the burnt plastic..”oooooh for who..?” Lena muses “or better yet why make them now? We should be gossiping or partying..” “Because Lena, Sarah and ash are out.” Lexus says simply as she tosses the now made flower to the side and starts cutting up a water bottle. “So…uh which one are you making them for?” Thad peers over before grabbing the plastic flower by the stem and Lena leans closer to the camera to see you burning and sticking the plastic chunks together. “Both of them.” Lexus giggles like a little dork “Both? Why them both?!” The pair asks in almost sync. “Cause. It’s my man and my backup plan.” 

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“So what you’re a different person under that makeup?” Thad asks as Lexus wipes her makeup off “did you assume I came out with eyeliner on?” He scoffs at her response, and to his absolute horror he watches tear her eyelashes off. And he screams. 

“Oh yeah, sometimes they do that, but tomorrow they grow back I get brand new ones.” She says with a shockingly good acting skills. “Don’t tantalize him, Lexus.” Ash chuckles. 

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Thad, Lexus, Ash, and Sarah sit at a table, Lena propped up beside Thad.. she looks his cards.. “cards against humanity has a fascinating humour..like ‘homoerotic montage’.” Lexus snorts “that’s just the collage of me and Sarah, nothing fascinating bout two girls.” “Pardon me?!” Ash yells with an exasperated tone “what? I’m bi testicals.” 

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“Girl can you check if I bled through” saSarah whispers to lesxLexus and stand up..”baby the only thing I see iifs fifty pounds of dat aass” Lexus smirks and makes grabby hands to which Sarah turns around and covers her butt with her hands “don’t you fuckin bite or molest me.” She spits out and Lexus rolls her eyes “you’re no fun.”

[pokemon-ash-aus]

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SM AU

Peach: *giggling*

Indigo: Something funny?

Peach: I told King that he would get moldy if he spent too much time in the shower.

Indigo:...And?

Peach: I also swapped his shampoo with green hair dye. :3

King: *screaming from the bathroom*

Indigo:...As a responsible sibling, i don't condone your actions. As the king of pranks however, good one.

Indigo would be cracking up. No responsibikity whatsoever from that dork

King: DAAAAD!

Indigo: Man, we need to check for a leakage somewhere, I think we have a Giant Moss Pokemon.

King: GOGO THAT'S NOT FUNNY

Indigo: Oh it talks-

King *Unholy Screeching*

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Ash: Oh no Baby, what happened to your fur? Did you stay under the water too long?

King, sobbing: YEEEEEEESSSSS

Ash: Dont worry, It got me and Red too.

Red is equally screaming and Ash's tail is tipped green.

Ash: I usually let my tail soak cause it gets so dirty. But i guess i left it in too long. Oh well, It'll go away in a few days.

King: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Peach still gets in trouble cause Delia and Damian got into it by accident XD

[may-alpenglow]

#5 🙏

technically 5 and 6 and 7 but nooo just 5. and we're so winning dude im happy that im actually staying disciplined in my writing for once! i think im gonna start reading more often because it can help your writing so says the lame little dorks curled up into a book as the fragrance of peppermint candles wafts throughout the cozy interior)

(i dont like reading. but fuck it we ball. think i'll start looking into some advice lol)

minor cw for a bit of dark/crude dialogue

(nothing too serious)

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"What are you doing?" Marelle asked, her voice rippling through the waves of silence in the dark house. She fixed Aeloa with a glare.

Aeloa rolled her shoulders. "Killing myself, maybe."

"What?" Marelle rushed up to her and slammed the door shut, zir hand resting over the doorknob. Aeloa heavily sighed. She knew how to manage herself just fine, even when she was alone during the middle of the night. "You know how late it is. That's absurd. Don't tell me you're—"

"So what if I am?" Aeloa pushed zir hand aside and bolted out the door, ignoring the alarmed shouts that spilled from Marelle's mouth. She didn't care if the forest was dangerous, because it kept her alive. It was like dangling on the edge of a cliff, looking down at a sea that threatened to fill your lungs with water.

She didn't look back. Not when her name was called, and when Marelle tried to warn how much danger she could get in. She had her sword at her side. She couldn't care about the consequences right now.

-

"I think it's dead," Rene deadpanned. Santez continued to deal rapid stabs into the creature's neck until his hand hurt from the motion. He crumpled to the ground and clutched his knife like an oath.

"Fuck!" Santez yelled, his words mixing with gasps for air. "Fuck you! I—know, I know it's dead. Fucking hell! I hate spiders! I hate them!"

He wasn't sure who he was yelling at. Maybe the mangled arachnid that he killed. Its large, spindly legs lied in a heap on the ground. Venom drooled from its mouth, which hung wide open from pain. Santez grimaced at the sight of mixed blood covering its body. Some of it was its own, and other stains had traces of green and purple and blue.

He was never going after a demon in the caves. Never again. He would probably have a heart attack if the spider had a swarm of babies creeping around in the ceiling. He froze. Oh. God. Please some god assure him that there were no tiny little demons scurrying on the walls. Nononono. Fucking hell to the goddamn no.

"I might stab myself," Santez dreadfully mumbled. He could hear the rustle of Rene's clothes as he shifted, but couldn't actually see him. The darkness swarmed around the entire cave system. Dark. So dark, that there was no way to leave a trail. He couldn't see a single crack of moonlight.

Rene crouched down to meet Santez's eye. He could see the annoyance drawn on their face. The lack of worry he could only dream of having. "You're so overdramatic."

"Eat your parent's ashes," Santez snapped.

-

Nalani crossed over the word 'crunch'. He found amusement in doing the little challenges on the backs of cereal boxes—especially the cheap brand they always got, called Poploo's or something. They all just called it Peepoo's, so that's what they remembered it by. Usually, the activities were simple and probably generated by AI with the amount of mistakes there were.

One time he had spent thirty minutes doing a maze with confusing turns and dead ends. Only to find out that the end couldn't even be accessed. He somehow felt so petty that he wanted to put down the cereal with a shotgun and never buy one again.

"I found a word." Aeloa trailed her finger down one of the words on the box. She looked at it with a deadpan. "...Crunch? Didn't you just get that word?"

"No. There's a Y. ..Crunchy." He marked out the rip-off of a word with marker. Santez looked up from his phone as they continued doing the word search.

His lips curled into an unamused frown. "That looks stupid," he said in full honesty. Icarus jabbed him in the shoulder and rolled his eyes. He looked like someone who lived in a bunker rather than a functioning human. Nalani internally sighed.

"You're stupid," Icarus said.

Santez huffed, a sure sign of the morning moodiness. "No I'm not."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fuck you."

"Settle down," Nalani interjected. He took a spoonful from his cereal bowl and chewed solemnly. Children. He was dealing with a horde of children. Aeloa snatched the box and marker away and went to work on the puzzle herself.

[corpulent-guardians]

Mist-13 -> 41i, 11i, 40i, 36i, 25i Ash-20 -> 38i, 42i Ash-20 rolls a greedy Mist-13 after her gluttony got the best of her, resulting in a new exotic backfiring hard, lol

"Are you absolutely sure this is a good idea Mist?" Ash asked with skepticism as she looked at her close friend holding up some sort of strange exotic, one that neither of them had ever seen before. "Relax Ash! What's the worst that could happen?" Mist asked with a chuckle, eliciting a tired sigh from her fellow Exo as she tried testing the new artifact they found, which took the form in a strange suit of armor.

In contrast to much of what they had seen before, it didn't really look like armor. If anything, it looked like some kind of jumpsuit, with a unique mix of blue and red. Putting it on, Mist chuckled as she posed a bit. "See, nothing happened!" She stated proudly, not noticing the incremental changes happening to her ever since she put it on.

Little by little, inch by inch, the proud Exo began to swell up. Just like a balloon on a pump, with each second she grew just a bit wider, her belly pushing out more, her hips and rear giving her a wider figure while her thighs began to gradually press into each other. Even her upper half wasn't safe, her chest beginning to swell and puff up while her arms joined in too. But she didn't seem to notice a moment of it!

"Uh, Mist?" Well, at least her friend noticed, Ash taking a step back as she now stood wide eyed, her friend growing like a balloon with each passing moment. "What, jealous of my new look?" "Jealous?? Mist, you're swelling up!" Just like that, Mist stopped with her gloating and looked down, shocked in a sense of awe and confusion as she swelled more and more and more.

"It's the exotic, get it off you dork!" Ash pointed out, trying to hold back a smirk and a laugh as her friend swelled up more and more, starting to round out, save for her chest, as she kept expanding. Her attempts to reach for the suit zipper were quickly stopped, her arms becoming domes on her figure like her legs, her head even sinking down a bit and leaving her view blocked by her cleavage. "Ash, do something!" "Yeah yeah, I'm gonna, you big baby." The Exo guardian rolled her eyes and chuckled, moving behind Mist and gently giving her a push, starting to roll the embarrassed and glowing red Exo back to their home. "But don't think you are getting out of this yet, I think we should have some more fun back home. At least then you'll have some more privacy to expand out~"

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER THREE: HOME IS WHERE THE BAND IS

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the I-love-yous

But I bet you if they only knew (they don't know)

They would just be jealous of us

They don't know about the up-all-nights

They don't know I've waited all my life, Just to find a love that feels this right (they don't know)

Baby, they don't know about, they don't know about us.

They don't know how special you are.

They don't know what you've done to my heart. They can say anything they want

'Cause they don't know about us -They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

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The plane ride was only like a couple hours long and we spent the first part of it discussing logistics for my new setlist song and the rest of it watching Guardians of the Galaxy. We were still quoting it and giggling uncontrollably as we got off the plane and found our luggage. Michael carried mine for me and we made our way through the airport until we got to the secluded area where Luke, Ashton, and Calum were waiting for us with their security guard, Dave.

Ashton was the first to see us and his face lit up like the 4th of July causing his mouth to turn up into his big iconic smile. Ashton was my best guy friend and the band member I was closest to, besides Michael obviously. He was also the reason I got into 5 Seconds of Summer. I'd seen a cute photo of him and I wanted to know who he was so I googled him and found the band. I instantly loved the music and was in Ashton's lane at first, but then I discovered that an angel named Michael Clifford existed and my whole life changed.

Of course, Ashton still had a special place in my heart and when I met him, we'd instantly clicked in a purely platonic way. We were the same age, but because Ashton was older by a few months and because I was so much shorter than all of them, he liked to call me his little sister just to annoy me.

We both were very giggly and sarcastic and we had a lot of fun together. We also kind of ended up being the parents of the group a lot since we were the oldest and someone has to keep track of these dorks when they're together or chaos ensues. I mean, chaos usually ensues anyway, but Ash and I(mostly me) tried to keep them from getting into trouble. Easier said than done when you have the equivalent of four toddlers on crack in adult bodies running around with you. But I loved them for their crazy shenanigans because it was always hilarious and fun to be apart of.

"Mia!!" Ashton yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts as he ran toward me, sounding like he hadn't seen me in months.

"Dimples!" I yelped out the nickname I gave him excitedly as he carefully scooped me up into a hug and I hugged him back as tightly as I could. The boys already knew about my hand because we had called them to let them know what happened while we were waiting in the ER.

"No, stop, I don't want to be annoyed with you. I missed you too much!" he groaned, setting me down. He always pretended he didn't like that nickname but he really didn't mind.

"It's literally only been like a day and a half, Ash," I giggled.

"Yeah, but you guys left me alone with these two idiots so it felt like forever," Ashton said, pointing behind him at Luke and Calum with his thumb.

"Hey! We heard that," Luke said as he and Calum came up to us.

"Yeah, if anything, they should be apologizing for leaving us alone with you," Calum added, playfully shoving Ashton.

"Oh well my bad," I said sarcastically, still giggling.

"Wow, we're gone for ONE fucking day and you all become such whiny little shits," Michael said, laughing as he hugged the boys.

When the guys were done horsing around as they greeted each other, Luke and Calum happily hugged me too and then we started walking toward the exit. I still had a hard time keeping up with them, so Ashton gave me a piggy back ride. Michael was going to but he had all the luggage and Ashton beat him to it anyway.

"So what are you gonna do about tour, y'know with your hand being hurt and everything?" Luke asked, once we were all buckled in and Dave was driving us back to our house.

"Oh we actually need to talk to you about that. Michael offered to play guitar for me, if that's cool with you guys," I explained,"And I want to add a cover song to my set, too."

"Can you handle all that, Mikey?"Ashton asked, worried.

"Oh yeah. It's not that much more to play and like I told Mia, there will be a break between her set and ours so I can rest and refuel then," Michael answered excitedly.

"If you're sure you'll be fine, then I see no issue with that. As long as you take care of yourself," Ash said.

"I'm okay with it too. Just don't wear yourself out, mate," said Calum.

"Yeah same," Luke agreed.

"I won't wear myself out, I promise," Michael affirmed.

"I'll make sure he doesn't," I said,"Thank you guys, I really appreciate all of you."

"Of course. We'd do just about anything for you, Mia. You know that," Ashton assured me, "Speaking of which, I believe you had a second request?"

I nodded and explained my song idea to them. They were down for it too so I texted my band to meet us at our house. As soon as we got there, Michael and I went with them down to the studio to rehearse.

We did a quick run through of my set to work Michael in, and then we started learning Face Down. We were still working on the arrangement and I was just finishing singing the last part of the song when Luke came downstairs. I groaned in frustration as the song ended.

"Hey lunch is read-whoa what's wrong?" Luke said, walking further into the studio.

"Something doesn't feel right. We've pretty much got the song learned but something about the arrangement itself is just...off,"I explained.

"Yeah it feels like there's something missing maybe?" Michael added.

"Hmm, well do you guys want to play it again so I can hear it? Maybe I can help you figure it out," Luke offered, hesitantly.

We nodded, and Luke listened to the original song on the studio computer and then listened to us play it right after. He stopped us after the first chorus and we looked at over at him, confused.

"Michael, what if you sing with her? I think your voices blend well and I think if you harmonize, it might be a nice touch." Luke suggested.

"Oh, I didn't even think of that! That's great idea," Michael said, looking at his bandmate and then over at me.

"Ooh, yeah, let's try it!" I agreed, excitedly.

So we figured out what parts he would sing and Luke was right. Michael's voice and our harmonies were exactly what the song needed. I think the passion and emotion came out more that way because Michael was a big part of the story we were telling with this music and he could tell his side as well. Calum and Ashton joined us when Luke didn't come back and they thought it was awesome too, so that made me feel even better about it.

We practiced it a couple more times and then we went upstairs to eat. Calum had ordered sub sandwiches for everyone, including my band. They were here playing music with me enough that their food orders had been learned.

After we finished eating and my band left, Luke and Calum asked Michael to play Fifa. I played videogames, but I wasn't any good at Fifa and neither was Ashton so we just sat and watched. I ended up between Michael and Ashton on the bigger couch while Luke and Calum took the other one. We watched them play for a few hours, laughing at their playful arguments and insults.

After awhile I began to zone out a bit, staring at my cast and thinking about yesterday. Ashton must have noticed because he gently took my broken hand in his.

"Do you want to talk about what happened with your family? I mean we know the part about how you ended up in the ER but not the rest," he spoke after a moment.

"They were judgemental as hell, but at least my dad and Maggie shut up after Michael basically told them that he didn't give a shit what they thought of him. Grandma was the only one who didn't let up. I guess I shouldn't really surprised though," I told him as I glanced up and watched the boys fighting to score a goal.

"What did they say?" Ashton asked.

I fidgeted with a loose thread on Michael's jeans anxiously as the events of yesterday replayed in my head.

"They basically called me a ho and said I jumped from Jesse to Michael like it was nothing," I answered, trying to stay calm as the boys made various disgusted noises at the mention of Jesse's name,"Then Grandma saw my side tattoo and my belly ring while we were horsing around with my brothers and she said I ruined my body for Michael, who, according to her, just wants to get in my pants and will leave me for some other groupie."

"What?!" Ashton growled.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?" Luke exclaimed, pausing the game and looking at me incredulously.

"Why the hell would they say that to you?" Calum asked, also looking at me in shock.

"I don't know, honestly," I said sadly, shifting away from Ashton in order to snuggle closer to Michael, who set his controller down and wrapped his arms around me in response.

"I pretty much told her grandma to go fuck herself for that last bit, but I was polite about it because I was more worried about Mia's injury than anything else in that moment," Michael said, sounding like he was also trying to stay calm.

"Wow," Luke said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"He told them off twice, actually, but Grandma didn't stop until she said the groupie thing and Michael really went off on her,"I said.

"I would have went off too. What the fuck is wrong with these people?" Ashton said, angrily.

"I about lost my shit over what they said about her and Jesse, though. I almost took her and left right then, but we got distracted by her dad asking about her music," Michael said.

"Did you tell them what happened with Jesse?" Ashton asked.

"Yeah but I was kinda vague about it because the details are still hard to talk about,"I sighed.

"That's fair," Ashton said.

"They got the picture, though," Michael said.

"Good," Ashton nodded.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," Calum told me.

"Both of you," Luke added, glancing between Michael and I.

"Thanks," We replied simultaneously.

Michael tilted my face upward to look at him,"Hey, I hope you know your family is wrong for acting like that and saying those things. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, besides this band of course, and I'm never going to leave you. I love you so fucking much, Mia. More than you know."

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his softly. "I know, Baby. I told you I don't care what they think of you. I just didn't want to hear them say it. And I love you too."

"For the record, we're not going anywhere either. We love you too, Mia," Luke added.

"Yeah, your family can kick rocks. They don't know anything about us. None of us would ever even dream of leaving or hurting you, especially not Michael. You mean the world to us," Ash agreed.

"To be honest, I don't think they really should count as family because family doesn't treat you like that. To me, we are your family because we love each other, take care of each other, support each other unconditionally and never judge each other. Except jokingly, of course," Calum spoke up.

"Awe, Calum," I said as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You're as much my sister as Mali-Koa is at this point," he said, getting up and extending his arms to me as Ashton and Luke nodded in agreement and moved closer too. "Remember what I always say? Home is where the band is. Well, you're part of us now so home is where you are too."

"You already know you're my little sister too," Ashton grinned through watery eyes.

The tears were free falling now as I got carefully smooshed into the arms of my four favorite boys. I could feel their warm tears on my clothes as we held each other.

We stayed like that for a bit before Ashton spoke up.

"Hey, how about we have a movie night? We can make a fort and sleep here in the living room tonight!" He suggested, knowing this was one of mine and Michael's favorite things to do.

"Hell yeah! I'll order pizza!" Michael agreed excitedly.

"Calum and I can go get snacks and drinks from the store!" Luke offered.

"You know I'm in!" I agreed, jumping up and running upstairs. I changed into one of Michael's tshirts and some pajama shorts. Michael followed me and changed into his own pjs as he ordered the pizza. He helped me bring our bedding downstairs once he got off the phone.

Luke and Cal got back before the pizza arrived and Ash emerged from his room also clad in sleepwear to help them bring in the snacks. They changed too and then someone threw in Mean Girls at some point, earning a groan from Michael.

"Shut the fuck up, you love Mean Girls," Luke said, gently smacking his arm.

"I was kidding, geez," Michael giggled, shoving him before reaching for me.

Before he could touch me, I squealed as I was swept into someone's arms and pulled onto one of the couches.

"What the hell, Ash?" Michael said, annoyed.

"I can't cuddle with my best friend?" Ash asked innocently.

"First of all, OUCH. I thought we were your best friends," Michael scoffed sarcastically, gesturing to himself, Luke and Cal, both voiced their agreement. "And second of all, what if I wanted to cuddle her?"

I knew I should probably interject but watching any of the boys banter was too funny to miss.

"Well first of all, you know what I meant so come off it, mate," Ashton replied, laughing as he pulled me a little bit closer, "And second of all, I just want Mia snuggles for a little while. You can have her back after that."

Michael was about to protest, but I nodded and smiled at him, "Babe, it'll be fine. I'll come cuddle with you after the pizza gets here and we eat."

Michael made a pouty face before overdramatically sighing and plopping down on the other couch. "Fine, I guess."

I could tell by his eyes that he wasn't really bothered, though. Him and Ashton often jokingly fought over me.

"I'll cuddle you, mate," Calum offered, reaching for Michael.

"CAL PAL!" Michael mock gasped, giggling and jumping on Calum as we all laughed hysterically.

Luke jumped on them and they wrestled around before getting distracted by the movie and laying there tangled up with each other while watching.

I couldn't find my phone so I grabbed Ashton's and took a few sneaky photos of them as it happened. I posted them on Ashton's social media accounts with the caption "Movie night cuddles or failed WWE Smackdown reenactment?" causing Ashton to crack up laughing as he read it.

The other three didn't seem to notice and I put the phone down as we all focused on the tv. I leaned back against Ashton, basking in his warmth as his arms tightened around me. He was so comfy to do this with, like a big adorable teddy bear. I sighed quietly as I laid there feeling very relaxed. That is, until the pizza came and everyone scrambled to get up and grab a slice.

Once we finished eating, we built the fort and situated everything.

"Babe, look!" Michael said, pointing proudly at the nest of pillows and blankets he had created for us.

"Ooohh yesss!" I said, coming over to him excitedly. I jumped into the pile and carefully rolled myself into the blankets like a burrito.

"Hey I wanna be a burrito with you!" Michael said, burrowing in beside me, pulling me into his arms and brushing his lips against mine. I giggled, stretching my arms and legs around him as I kissed him back happily.

"Ew, get a room!" Calum joked, pretending to gag.

Michael's lips didn't leave mine as he help up his hand and gave Calum the finger. I could practically hear Calum rolling his eyes amid Luke and Ashton's laughter.

I giggled into the kiss and we pulled apart after a minute. We shifted around so we could both watch the movie, Michael snuggling me closer and nuzzling his face into my neck as we did so.

The boys had each made their own bedding nests and were now curled up in their spots contently. We ended up eating snacks and quoting every film we watched late into the night until we all fell asleep.

[sternenteile]

How does your fandom see you?

—— the idiot.

are you an idiot? likely not. your fandom is just ableist, and I feel sorry for you. you get content, but it’s mostly just content of you being babied and painted as an utter moron. and it’s sad, because you’re so much more than that, you always were.  

[appocalipse]

amy how would steve handle a jealous!reader⁉️⁉️⁉️

i have thoughts anon, i have thoughts and here are they:

"Can you stop ignoring me, please? I'm going crazy."

"I'm not ignoring you," you say pointedly, contradictorily still not looking at him as you pull the duvet off the bed and carefully fold it.

Steve watches your every move, leaning against the doorframe. He knew exactly what he was going to say, but you bend down to fluff the pillows on the bed and your dress — a cute little summer dress that made his heart do funny things inside his chest — rises up to your thighs, and the words get lost on their way to his mouth.

He knows you're pissed off. There's something definitely wrong because it's a Sunday and you're making your bed instead of suggesting that the two of you get back to it.

Well, because of that and because you've been pouting ever since he brought you coffee.

It wasn't Steve's fault, really. It wasn't. He hadn't flirted with the barista. Hell, he couldn't even remember the color of her hair, for God's sake — it wasn't his fault she'd written her phone number on the plastic coffee cup he'd — unknowingly and innocently — brought into the house.

He takes a few steps and brings a warm hand to your lower back. You don't acknowledge him or how close he is, hands still working quickly to finish making the bed as if nothing is going on. "Babe," he calls softly, his hand stroking your back in a failed attempt to soothe you. "Baby."

"What?"

"You're still mad, aren't you?"

"Me? No why would I be?" you finish your task and walk to the closet, looking for a clean change of clothes, walking past him without so much as a glance his way. "Just because you got a girl's number?"

Steve doesn't want to smile. Doesn't want to look smug. He really doesn't want to. It's hard — you're adorable and he loves you and he's never had anyone love him like you do, like he's something precious and worth fighting for.

He uses your position to his advantage, striding up to you and crowding you into the closet before you can escape, one arm on each side of you. "I didn't get her number, babe, I told you, I didn't even know she put it there, I swear."

You make a noise that could mean anything, grumpy and annoyed, and when he leans down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away.

"Gimme a kiss?" he murmurs.

You try to move, traitorous heart beating faster now that he's this close to you, but you can't get away. "I wanna take a shower, Steve," you say, still not looking at him. "Move."

"I'll move if you kiss me," he kisses your neck. He is evil.

You press your back against the closed doors of the closet, nowhere to go. Stubborn. "I won't kiss you."

"Then I won't move."

"Steve-"

"What do you want me to do, huh?" he asks, gently taking your jaw into his hand and making you look up at him. "I already threw the damn cup away, but I can fish it out of the trash and set it on fire if you want…"

"Steve-"

"-then I could bury its ashes somewhere very, very far away. Indianapolis- No! California-"

He's almost making you laugh now, he can feel it. There's a hint of a smile on your face as you shake your head in disbelief, at least. "Steve-"

"Or maybe I can go back to the coffee shop and tell her I have a girlfriend. I'll go right now if you want, and I'll say that I have this really, really gorgeous girl that I love more than anything and-"

He smiles against your mouth when you kiss him, hands squeezing your waist.

"You're a dork," you accuse softly.

Steve presses you against the closed closet door and murmurs against your neck, "And you're hot when you're jealous."

[gods-of-kanto]

Ash: Pros are easy! I get to take my baby boy with me everywhere i go and no one can tell me shit. Battles are always fun and i love seeing the newer generation flourish with more and more vibrancy.

Ash: I also get to beat down dorks whenever i want!

Ash: Cons... Well- i have a lot of responsibilities now. I have to learn politics and keep the peace between regions when things are getting hectic. I'm the first responder to any major emergencies- but that's more of a workd champion thing and world ending stuff.

Ash: Just can't seem to get away from it.

Ash: Oh, and newbies who think they can beat any of my pokemon with a fresh starter. I have to send out Pichu's to avoid hurting their starts too bad and its great practice for my nephews!

@nickdragon