#‘WHY IS HE TRYING TO PUT THAT THING UP HIS BUTT!! EW!!’ well mom i’m sorry you didn’t like that.

[miseria-fortes-viros]

watching a movie with your mom is truly a unique experience. the credits start rolling on everything everywhere all at once and you’re sitting there like “wow, what a profound perspective on the human experience. everything matters because nothing matters and vice versa. trying to figure out who we would be if things were different will drive us to insanity. being present here and now is the best we can do for ourselves. sometimes laundry and taxes is really all you need if it’s with the right person. sometimes if you help one person you can save a whole bunch of other people in the process. and even in the strangest circumstances there is always something to love” and your mom is like “THAT WAS SO WEIRD AND GROSS AND I DIDNT GET IT I AM NEVER LETTING YOU PICK A MOVIE AGAIN”

[adezahnae]

While Mommy’s on a Little Trip (Part 1)

A/N: SURPRISE!! YOU LIKED THE DRABBLES SO I MADE A 4-PART SMUT VERSION OF DILF!STEPDAD!MATHTEACHER!JAEHYUN!! WOOO🥳

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warnings: Smut, fingering, secrets, cheating, masturbation, family affair stepdaughter!reader x dilf!stepdad!mathteacher!jaehyun

Tagged Ppl: @softieekayy @seungmoomin @keeach @seoyutayong @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

“Okay, study for your test that is tomorrow. Some of you can’t afford to fail, knowing who grades are slipping.” Mr. Jung said. The class groaned as they closed their books. “Mr. Jung! Math is too hard! Can you tutor me?” A female student asked as she flattered her eyebrows. “No and don’t do that, you look like there something stuck in your eye.” Mr. Jung said. The girl blushed of embarrassment and looked away.

“Could you help me with the test, Y/n?” One of the boys asked me. “Why?” I asked trying to pay attention to Mr. Jung. “Because that’s your dad??” He said. “And please don’t ask my daughter for help on the test thank you.” Mr. Jung announced. I snickered as the boy huffed and sat back in his chair.

After class was over, it was lunch time and students were gathering their things. “Thank you everyone, please study for your test. Y/n let’s go and get lunch.” Mr. Jung said. All the girls whined and groaned as I went up to his desk and waited for him to finish getting his things together. “Mr. Jung! Why can’t you just let her stay here? She doesn’t need to be by your side all the time!” A girl exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. “Last time I did that when a test was approaching, you all used her for answers and it’s not happening again. My little princess was exhausted by the end of the day.” He said as he ruffled my hair. My legs rubbed together at the nickname ‘princess’. I gulped and hid my blushing face. All of the other students left the classroom leaving me and Mr. Jung alone.

“I saw that.” He said. “What?” I asked looking up at him. “The way your legs rubbed together when I called you princess.” He smirked. I slightly pushed him, embarrassed. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.” I mumbled. He laughed and picked up his keys. “Come on let’s go.” He said.

As we were walking down the halls of the school, Mr. Jung got a message. “Who’s that?” I asked. “Your mom. She said she has to tell us something when we get home.” He said texting her back. I nodded and continued to walk. I heard him chuckle at something. “What is it?” I asked. “Nothing, just your mom.” He replied. I looked at him with disgust. “Ew..she must’ve sent you a picture.” I said. He looked over at me. “Is my baby girl jealous?” He cooed.

By this time we were out of the school and at the car. I got in the car. “Whatever...” I said. He got in as well. “Aww sweetheart, you know you’re the only I really wanna look at.” He said giving me a kiss on the forehead, making me smile. “Now say ‘daddy loves me’” he said. I giggled. “Daddy loves me.” He smirked. “That’s my good girl.” He replied cranking up the car and pulling off.

By this time, school has ended and we are on our way back home. When we arrived through the front door, our mom was standing there with a big smile on her face. “Come in! I got dinner ready.” She said as she walked in the kitchen. Me and Mr. Jung looked at each other then put our stuff down and following her.

“What is it babe?” Mr Jung said, giving my mom a kiss on the lips. I cringed and looked away. Mom sat on one side of the table while me and Mr. Jung sat on the other. “So what’s the news mom?” I asked. “I’m going on a business trip for a week.” She announced.

“What?” I asked. “Yup, and you will be here with your dad.” She said looking at Mr. Jung. He smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she is safe.” Mr Jung said looking at me. “Good, I’m leaving tomorrow morning. It’s Thursday so I’ll be back next Thursday.” She said. I nodded and ate more of my food. “I hope you behave yourself for this entire week.” Her voice was stern. “Oh she will...I’ll make sure of that.” Mr. Jung said looking at me.

His hand slipped on my thigh and moved it up and down. I looked back at him to see him smirking. His hand separated my thighs, making my legs open. He moved my underwear to the side and pushed in a finger, while eating his food. I widened my eyes stuffing food down my mouth.

My mom’s phone started to ring. “Oh hold on! It’s my boss. I’ll be back guys.” She said as she rushed out the room. I made sure she was out of the room and dropped my fork, groaning. “Shh, princess.” He mumbled as he started to kiss my neck. I bit my lip, trying to keep my sounds down. He sped up his pace while gripping my breast. “D-Daddy...” I gasped. “Shhh....” He whispered again. I grabbed his wrist. “I-I’m c-close...” I whimpered.

Just then, my mom came back in, making him pull away just in time. “Okay guys, now, where were we?” My asked sitting back down. “On making sure Y/n behaves herself.” He answered. I looked over at Mr. Jung. He had a smirk on his face. He planned this...damn tease...

“Jae...oh yes..” I heard my mom moan. “You like that, huh?” He says back. I heard a smack to her butt, making her groan. “Yessss!! Oh Jae yes!!” She moans again. I let out a huff and turned over, feeling jealous. I grabbed my phone and went to the camera app. I took my clothes off and got out of bed. I cut on my red lights in my room and pressed the record button.

I filmed my upper body and then down to my lower half. I used my fingers to tease my clit and entrance. I pushed a finger inside gasping. I added another and groaned. I sped up my pace and yelped out his name. “Daddy...Oh Mr Jung...I need you..” I whispered. “I want you so bad...” I whispered some more.

I then reached my high. “Daddy! Oh please! It feels so good!” I yelped out, riding out my climax. I finished and cleaned off my fingers. I sent the video to Mr. Jung and went to go and shower. After I was done, my phone went off. I opened the message, seeing it was from Mr. Jung.

Daddy🤤❤️: “You’re lucky Daddy’s phone was off or else you would’ve been in more trouble than you already are, Princess...”

“I’m sorry Daddy, I just wanted you...”

Daddy🤤❤️: “You’re gonna have me alright, you just wait until your mom is gone. Your ass is mine..”

I gulped at the last sentence but in a good way. I got in bed and thought of all the things Mr. Jung would do to me.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Strangers (Part 6)

Summary: Six months later, Dean and the reader have recently moved in together and have a memorable morning together...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x patient!reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, mention of surgery/injury

A/N: I hope you enjoy the final part!

____

Six Months Later

“God you’re so hot,” murmured Dean as you padded into the kitchen in your bra and underwear. You shook your hips and heard him laugh as you poured yourself a cup of coffee and took your immunosuppressant. “We probably ought to get up at some point. I think we are supposed to be at some kind of brunch in the next four minutes.”

“Yeah but you got a cute butt. Benny and Donna will understand,” you said, nodding towards his phone as it went off. Dean swiped it off the counter and put it on speaker. “Good morning Benny boy!”

“Y/N,” he laughed. “Sorry guys but Don and I are gonna have to reschedule.”

“Oh no,” you said.

“What a shame,” said Dean, smiling over at you.

“You guys are totally still naked in bed too huh,” said Benny.

“We aren’t that uncivilized,” said Dean. “We’re in our undies having coffee.”

“I see. Great minds think alike,” he said.

“You guys want to grab dinner later instead? Eight?” you asked. 

“That sounds very good to us,” chuckled Benny. “Later guys.”

“Bye,” said Dean, smirking as he hung up. “I guess we weren’t the only guilty party this morning.”

“The only guilty thing I’ve done was let you put on clothing,” you said. Dean stood up and walked in front of you, walking the two of you back until you were leaning against the counter.

“So fucking hot,” he said, tracing his finger down your scar. “You should be fucking illegal how hot you are.”

“Speak for yourself,” you said, reaching your hands behind him and resting them on his ass. 

“Ew, ew, guys,” said Sam, slapping his hand over his eyes. “Someone else lives here ya know.”

“Sex is very healthy. I am a doctor,” said Dean. 

“Y/N’s been here two weeks and you two have been like rabbits ever since,” said Sam, brushing into the kitchen to get coffee of his own.

“We gotta find Sammy a girl,” said Dean.

“We could try the ICU?” you teased.

“You never know, Sam,” laughed Dean.

“As a matter of fact, I have found a girl,” said Sam. You and Dean both smiled and Sam rolled his eyes. “This is why I didn’t say anything.”

“What’s her name? How’d you meet her?” you asked, stepping out from behind Dean.

“Eileen. She’s a professor in the sign language program at school. She’s cool,” said Sam. You grinned and saw one on Dean’s face as well, Sam groaning loudly. “Guys.”

“Invite her over sometime,” said Dean.

“If you two ever put on clothes, maybe I would,” he said. “I gotta run.”

“Going on a little brunch date with Eileen?” teased Dean.

“Yes...shut up. I’ll be back later,” he said.

“Have fun, Sammy,” you said.

“Make smart choices,” said Dean, Sam flipping you off with a smile as he walked out the front door. “Our boy’s growing up so fast.”

“He’s happy. I like happy Winchester boys,” you said, kissing Dean’s nose.

“I like happy Winchester girls,” he said. You cocked your head and he shut his eyes. “Sorry. Meant...you know what I meant.”

“Hm, I’d be interested to hear what your thoughts were though,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist. He swallowed and you smiled at him, Dean looking down. 

“I like you. I love you. I could see this being a long term thing,” he said.

“How long term?” you asked.

“Eternity?”

“Well...that’s a pretty interesting thought,” you said. “One that I really like.”

“Really?” he asked and you nodded. “I feel a but coming on.”

“Dean you know that the bleach eroded through part of my intestines. It damaged…” you said. “I don’t know your thoughts on kids but it’s gonna be really hard for me to do it myself and if that’s important to you, I understand. I completely understand.”

“I am interested in them. Are you?”

“I was. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I can put my body through it,” you said.

“Well, I kinda decided I want you forever awhile ago so the kids thing, we can adopt, we can try a surrogate, we can try ourselves. If you want to. But I don’t need kids to have a happy life with you,” he said. “Just to be clear, I am not proposing right now. I’m not doing that in my underwear in our kitchen with dishes in the sink.”

“You’d do just about anything for me, wouldn’t you.”

“You’d do the same for me,” he said.

“Touche,” you said, smiling to yourself. “When we get there, we can figure out what we want to try. I’m pretty happy with just you though. Also, you don’t got to go overboard on me, Dean. The rest of forever with you sounds pretty damn good all on it’s own.”

“I know. I am a catch,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he kissed your cheek. “You know what would go great with this coffee?”

“Swiss rolls?” you asked.

“That’s my girl,” he said. You released him and hummed as you hopped over to the pantry and opened the door. You found the box and reached inside, pulling out something very much not a cakey dessert. You swallowed and pulled out a small square box, turning back to Dean who was smiling shyly, hands clasped behind his back. “Never said I wouldn’t do it by the pantry.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, Dean wrapping you up in a hug. “You knew you were going to do this all morning, didn’t you.”

“Known about two weeks now,” he smiled. “I mean, knew before that but came up with the game plan the day after you moved in cause I sure as hell didn’t want you moving back out.”

“I wasn’t moving back out, ever,” you said, Dean opening the box. “How did...you talked to my mom, didn’t you.”

“Took her with me actually. We were concerned that you might have picked up on the fact she was asking you questions about rings but she timed it whenever you were tired so it worked out.”

“They knew.”

“Yeah,” he grinned as he took it out of the box. “You like it?”

“It’s perfect. Whatever you picked, it would have been perfect,” you said as he slid it on your finger. “I love you.”

“Love you back,” he said as you hugged him. “I was giving myself away just now, with the whole Winchester girl comment, wasn’t I.”

“I was always gonna be your girl. Been her for a while,” you said. You kissed him, Dean picking you up off the ground and carrying you back into the bedroom. He lowered you down gently, crawling over top of you as you stared up. “Hi stranger.”

“Hi stranger,” he smiled. “Wanna fall in love?”

“With you? Always.”

“Good answer,” he said as he bent down and kissed you. “Love you.”

“Love you too, De. Always will.”

_____

[waywardodysseys]

Eight Days of Christmas - Day 7

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Warnings: cussing

Summary: Your twelfth Christmas with Ransom Drysdale.

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6

(divider by @firefly-graphics​)

Ransom grabs the two sleds from the back of the SUV as you unbuckle Oliver from his car seat. Laughter and screams pierce the air from Flagstaff Hill, one of Boston’s most iconic sledding spots, as they descend the long and wide slope. It was a perfect place to sled especially since ten inches of snow covered the ground the previous night into the morning hours. 

“I wanna go now!” Oli exclaims as you place him on the ground. “Daddy!”

“Yes, Oli?” Ransom questions as he rounds the vehicle and sets his eyes on his three-year-old son; he then moves his blue eyes to his seven-month pregnant wife. He smiles as he watches you close the door. The Drysdale family of four sounded perfect to him, and to you, as he recalled when trying to coax you to have another child. And yes, it was he who wanted another child, mainly because he wanted to see you pregnant again, yet he didn't want Oliver to be an only child like he had been growing up.

“I’mma ready to slide! Go fast!” Oliver boasts as he jogs towards his father.

Ransom places the sleds against the car before scooping up his son. “Once we get over there, we’ll go. Okay?” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “We also have to convince momma to join us too.”

“Momma! You comin’ too!” Oliver shouts towards you.

Ransom chuckles and shakes his head. He walks over to you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Join us.”

The prickliness of his short, trimmed beard sends a shiver down your spine. “How about you two gentlemen go first? I’ll watch,” you remark as you rub your belly. “She’s been active today.”

Ransom raises his brows. “Still thinking it's a girl?”

“Yes, because I don't want to be outnumbered,” you respond with a laugh. You two didn’t want to know the sex of the baby as you had with Oliver. Both of you wanted to be surprised this go around.

Oli kicks out his arms and legs. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Ransom laughs as he lowers Oliver to the ground. He watches his son grab a sled and run over to the horde of people, eagerly awaiting their turn to go down the hill. He turns back to you, “You will be joining us later?”

You nod, “Of course, I will.” You reach out and cup his cheek, your thumb strokes his skin, feeling the hairs of the beard you had finally persuaded him to grow out. “I want to watch my husband and son enjoy some quality time together. They’re becoming an inseparable duo.”

Ransom places a hand on your belly, “And if she’s anything like her mother, you two will be putting me in an earlier grave than I originally thought.”

You pinch Ransom’s side playfully. “Ah! I knew you were thinking it’s a girl, too.” You kiss Ransom soundly then laugh. “Go have some fun!”

“Roger that sweetheart.” Ransom remarks before placing a brief kiss on your lips then jogging over to Oli still waiting in line.

After a few times of sledding down the hill, Ransom and Oliver lure you into joining them with promises of a feet rub from Ransom and a clean room from Oliver. Oliver sits on his sled while you settle between Ransom’s legs on the other one. You scoot back and wiggle your ass against Ransom who emits a low moan. “Be careful, sweetheart. There are other people present.”

“Ransom!” you shriek. You then lower your voice, “Just trying to get comfortable.”

He chuckles as he wraps an arm around you and places his hand on your belly. “My beautiful wife is pregnant! I can’t help it!”

“Well, control yourself. Like you just said there are others present,” you whisper.

“Momma? Daddy? You ready?” Oli inquires. 

“Yes.” you and Ransom answer in unison.

“You go first,” Ransom remarks as he motions towards the hill. 

Oliver smiles and nods. He pushes himself and begins sliding down the hill. His joyful screams moving through the air. It’s a melody you and Ransom will never tire of. 

“You ready, Missus Drysdale?” Ransom notices you’re quiet. “What’s wrong? The baby?”

You shake your head. “No. His smile reminds me of his father’s. A miniature Ransom, as your mom and Harlan say.”

Ransom rubs your belly. “And she’ll be a miniature you.” He pauses briefly. “We are holding up the line. Ready?”

“I am.” you respond, and a second later Ransom pushes off and the two of you begin sledding down the hill. Your laughter fills the air, along with Ransom’s, who is holding tightly onto you, making sure you are secure.

In a fleeting rush, you and Ransom are at the bottom of the hill where Oliver is waiting for you. Both you and Ransom are in a fit of laughter as your heart races from the adrenaline of speeding down the slope. Ransom finds your mouth and kisses you deeply. You pull faintly back and look into his blue eyes. 

Ransom smiles at you. He knows what you’re conveying without even having to say a word. “I love you too.”

Seconds later, Oliver runs and wraps his arms around you and Ransom. “Fun! Happy momma!” You in return wrap an arm around Oli and Ransom. “Yes, it was fun!” You laugh. “Ready to go ice skating?”

Oli pulls back and nods, “YES!”

*

Boston Common Frog Pond is a popular place to ice skate during the winter season. People are skating around the pond, laughing and smiling, talking with their friends and family members. They’re enjoying the warm sun beating down on them on this warm yet still chilly day. You, Ransom, and Oliver are sitting under the pavilion, readying yourselves to venture out onto the ice. 

“You fell, Daddy?” Oliver inquires as you lace up his ice skates.

Ransom smiles, “Yes. The first time your momma brought me here, I fell on my ass.”

“Ransom!” you hiss as Oliver giggles.

“She laughed her butt off at me.” Ransom continues. “Skated circles around me.” Ransom looks at you and smiles. “I was flippin’ mad at her but soon enough all was forgiven.”

Your body warms at the memory of the first time you brought Ransom here. He was not going to put on ice skates and have people make a mockery of him because a ‘grown man doesn’t ice skate’ but you had told him it would be fine, and you’d hold his hand. Then within minutes of skating, Ransom fell and became a foul mouth Grinch. He despised it, then when you got him back to the house you soothed your Grinch with your hands and mouth, and a nice home cooked meal. Ransom had told you he never wanted to ice skate again but, of course, you had enticed him to the pond plenty of times and he was becoming a good skater. And now, with Oli, Ransom was eager to share the experience with his son.

“Momma! Daddy! Stop with googly eyes! Eeeewww!” Oli exclaims as he moves his eyes between you and Ransom. The both of you lost in the memories of your earlier Christmas seasons spent together.

Ransom cockily grins as you smile widely. “One day,” Ransom begins, “you’ll be in love like momma and me. It won’t be ‘ew’ then.”

Oli makes a disgusting face. “I’mma nota old yet.” He then smiles. “But I, Oli, love momma and daddy!”

You and Ransom laugh. Ransom then hangs his head, “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“NO!” you and Oli answer in unison as both you and your son giggle together. 

Ransom sighs heavily and stands, “We ready to hit the ice?”

Oli’s bright smile warms Ransom’s heart as his son looks at him. “Yes! And I wanna see you fall daddy!

“Not sure if that’ll happen but if it does, you may laugh all you want.” Ransom remarks as he takes Oli’s hand and helps him stand. Oliver’s legs are wobbly as his tiny hands clutch onto Ransom. “I got you, buddy.”

Oli giggles then looks at you, “Come on momma! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

You stand in your skates and walk over to the opening to wander out onto the ice. You reach out your hand and Oli takes it once he’s by your side. “Are my two boys ready?”

“Yes, momma!” Oli replies, eager to hit the ice.

“Come on,” you say as you step onto the frozen water. Oli’s grip tightens on your hand. He pushes one foot out in front of the other a few times. “Good! Keep tryin’!” You then look at Ransom. “Don’t be shy, Mister Drysdale. We’ll both cheer you on!’

Ransom rolls his eyes as he steps out onto the ice. His own legs wobbly, trying to remember how to ice skate. It had been a while since you and he had come down here to enjoy ice skating. “We haven’t been here since, what? Before Oliver was born?”

“Correct.” you answer as you continue to help Oli, showing him how to slowly skate along the frozen pond. Giving Oli small words of encouragement and praise. You glance back at Ransom, “Doing okay back there?”

“Yes…,” Ransom drawls out. 

You snicker as you skate with Oli slowly around the pond. The two of you pass Ransom a couple of times who has barely made it around only one time. After a couple of skates around Oli is tired on his tiny legs and you pick him up, skating with him on your hip.

“Fun! Go fast momma, go fast!” Oli claps his mittened hands together.

“I can’t go that fast Oli. Gotta keep an eye on your poor dad.” you laugh.

You and Oli near Ransom again, who’s struggling to keep his balance as he skates. “You’re doing great rockstar,” you praise as you skate up behind him.

“Great job daddy!” Oli exclaims as he claps his hands.

Ransom breathes heavily, “Remind me why am I doing this?”

You smile, “Because you love me, and your son.” You grab his hand, “I can lead you back to the pavilion.”

Ransom squeezes your hand, “I’m not ready to give up.”

Oli’s head is buried in the crook of your neck, you know he’s tired and just by looking at your husband, you know he’s ready to call it a day too. You smile, “Ransom, it’s okay. My boys are exhausted. Besides, they promised me a few things for when we get back home.”

Ransom chuckles as he shakily skates towards you and grabs your waist with both of his hands. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

You smile and cup his cheek, “There will be plenty of times for you to master the art of ice skating.” You tilt your head and rub your cheek against Oli’s head then rub your belly. “Plenty of times, Mister Drysdale.”

Ransom pulls you to him and kisses you. He pulls faintly back and smiles. “I love spending time with my family. And it’s the most wonderful time of the year too.”

“It is, and we’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with the three of us. Forever.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way sweetheart.”

[moonlitwings1]

Pumpkin Patch

“That one’s too small, Billy,” Max huffs, turning her head back to focus on the pumpkin in front of her. “You can’t carve on that.”

“The fuck you know about pumpkin sizes?”

“Ms. Cris said it has to have a large enough surface so it’ll be easy to carve.”

“Then get that one,” Billy says, pointing to a large yellow pumpkin. He was getting impatient, it’s been ten minutes now, just waiting around for Max to choose a fucking pumpkin. They’ve been looking at row after row of pumpkins. Not to mention that he’s freezing his ass off. He’s wearing a button down with most of the buttons popped open, so that’s not helping his case, but if he’s going to freeze to death, might as well look hot while doing so. 

Max turns to look at the pumpkin he’s pointing at, and sighs like she’s tired of his shit, which pisses him off immediately. If anyone’s tired of anyone’s shit, it’s him. “That’s the ugliest color, Billy.” She’s not wrong. It was an pasty yellow color. 

“Don’t care. You’ve got 10 seconds to chose a pumpkin or we’re leaving without,” he says, already starting to push past her. 

“Wait! How about this one?” she asks, pointing at the one she was just examining. Without hesitation, he grabs the pumpkin and holds it under his arm like a football. 

“Great. Let’s go.” 

After paying for it, he takes Max by the arm and leads her to the car, hitting the gas before she even closes the door completely. 

“You’re going to help me carve it out, right?” 

His head snaps over to her. “What the fuck? No.”

“Mom said-”

“I don’t care what your mom said. I’m telling you no.”

From the corner of his eye, he sees her toss her head up in frustration, banging it against the headrest.

“I’m not allowed to carve it without an adult, Billy!”

“You’re 14. I’m sure you can handle a knife fine.” 

“Tell my mom that!”

He doesn’t bother to reply, choosing to focus on the icy roads ahead of him. Dangerous to speed on, but that’s not going to stop him. He hears her let out a high-pitched noise that sounds awfully like a whine. He can’t help the snort that comes out. This is a dumb thing for her to get frustrated about. 

“Please, Billy. I need it for school tomorrow. I promise it’ll be fun. We can decorate it and stuff. I’ll even give you part of the prize if I win.”

“Prize?”

“Yeah! They give a candy basket each year to the winners. I’ll give you all the chocolates if you help me.” She’s talking faster now that she realizes she’s gotten his attention, only a matter of time before he loses interest. 

“You’ll give me all the chocolates and I don’t have to drive you anywhere for a week if you win.” 

She hesitates at that, mulling it over. “Deal. But you actually have to help me, not just sit there.”

He snorts. “We’ll see.”

-----

They started with gutting the pumpkin first. Billy had pulled a large, white sheet over the table so Susan won’t blow a gasket when they inevitably spill pumpkin guts all over it. 

"Go grab a knife, Max,” he says, watching as she rushes to do what she’s told. It’s amusing watching her scramble for it. He’s pretty sure she’s scared that one wrong move will get him to ditch the project. She’s not wrong. 

He grabs the knife from her and starts carving out the top. Max stands there silently while watching, ready to do anything he says. His little apprentice. Ironic since this is supposed to her project. 

“You know what you’re going to carve this into?” 

Max shuffles her feet. “Um, I have a skull stencil we can use. I wanted to make one that looks like your tattoo.”

He grunts at that, too focused on cutting the top open.

“It doesn’t have a cigarette tho,” she presses on. “I was thinking we could stick one of yours in the middle of it.”

“So you want me to help you with this dumb shit and give you one my cigarettes that I paid for with my own goddamn money?” 

“...Yes?” 

“Not a chance in hell,” he smirks, pulling at the stem. 

“But-”

“Got it open,” he says triumphantly, holding the stem out in front of her. “Go get some ice scream scoops.”

She clambers away and comes back with two in hand along with a bowl. He takes the bowl from her and gets to work, nudging her to do the same. In 10 minutes, they’ve gotten the pumpkin pretty scraped down. 

“Ew. Look at all the guts,” she says, poking at the bowl. 

“Save them. Maybe Susan’ll want to make use of it.”

Max nods. “I’ll get the stencils.”

He’ll let Max do the tracing herself. If he’s being honest, his arm hurts from all that scooping. Getting the top off the pumpkin put strain on his arm. It's harder than it looks, ok? 

He hoists himself up from the rickety chair under him and pulls out a cigarette and his lighter. “I’m going out to smoke,” he mumbles as he passes Max in hallway. He doesn’t wait for her reply before pushing the door open and slipping outside. 

---

“Billy!” he hears Max shout from the inside. “I’m finished!”

Ten minutes pass too fast, he thinks. Sighing, he flicks the cigarette butt onto the driveway below him. He’ll probably get shit for that later. He walks back in to see Max focusing with her tongue sticking out from between her teeth, fixing the messy edges with a marker. He reaches out to ruffle her hair, chuckling when she tries to shove his hand off of her. 

“What’s next, shitbird?” 

“We have to carve it now, dumbass. What do you think?” 

He scowls at her for a long moment before flicking her nose. “Lose the attitude.”

“Ow, Billy!” she whines, rubbing her nose with one hand and pushing him with the other. “That hurt.” Whiney bitch. He didn’t even do it that hard. 

“Hand me the knife.” She gives him a glare before shoving the knife into his hand. He has zero experience in pumpkin carving so this won’t turn out well. Especially since Max didn’t want to help him by choosing an easy design. The skull she had drawn on seems simple enough, but it has way too many teeth to carve individually. He’s not too worried about it though; he’ll just make some adjustments. 

Max sits beside him and watches him, her chin resting on the table. "Do we have candles?” 

“Probably. Why? You can’t bring them to school unless you want to start a fire.”

“I know, but I want to put one inside the pumpkin when halloween actually comes,” she says. “It’ll look spooky to trick or treaters.”

Billy looks up at her. “You’re still allowed to go trick or treating?” Max got grounded a couple days ago for sneaking out when Neil was home. For all his talk about respect and responsibility, he can’t even watch his own step-daughter. 

“No,” she sighs. “I wish. That’s why I wanna win this. So I can still have more candy than all my friends without even going trick-or-treating.”

He stares at her for a moment. There’s no way she’s serious. When she just glares at him harder, eyes squinted, he laughs. “That’s why you want to win? So you can have more candy than all your little friends? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard today.” Sometimes he forgets that Max is just a kid that stresses about dumb kid stuff. 

“’s not stupid,” she mumbles, but it sounds weak. “I just want candy.”

“Couldn’t tell,” he chuckles, bringing his focus back to the task at hand. One wrong move, and it’ll turn into shit. 

----

...many wrong moves later...

“Maybe we could put a hat on to cover it up?”

The pumpkin looked horrifying and not in the intended way. The eyes and nose were ok, a little too boxy, but they weren’t terrible. But the teeth. Oh, the teeth. He could say it was  an artistic choice but even that wouldn’t be able to excuse it. 

“Hat’s not going to do shit to cover up the front, dumbass.”

“Well it’ll distract from...all that,” she says, hands motioning towards the pumpkin. 

“You know, this is your fault for making the stencil so detailed.”

She turns to look at him, mouth agape, indignant. He wishes he could take a picture of that face and frame it. “Wha--my fault?! It’s your fault for not being able to follow the stupid stencil!” 

“Who puts teeth on a jack o'lantern, Max? Jack o'lanterns don’t have teeth. They have fucking gaps in their mouth.” 

“Well, it wasn’t supposed to look like a jack o'lantern. It was supposed to be a skull but you botched it,” she huffs, crossing her arms across her body. “Now it looks like a skull that needs braces...or dentures. You made a grandma skull.”

Normally, he’d see red with an ungrateful, bratty attitude like that, but even he has to agree with her. Laughing, he replies, “True. Ya got me there, but why the fuck did you think I’d be able to carve tiny fucking teeth?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs, dropping her arms. “I guess I thought you had potential or whatever.”

“Now why the fuck would you think that?”

She laughs. A genuine one too, and try as he might, he can’t push aside the pride that fills his chest from making her laugh.

She shrugs, “Good question.” 

They sit there in silence for a minute, admiring their monstrosity. Billy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. 

“Go get a piece of tape. If we’re going to have a grandma skull, might as well make it a badass one.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to give me a cigarette that you paid for with your own ‘goddamn money,’” she snarks, putting words into air quotes. 

He scowls at her. “You better get that tape quickly before I change my mind.”

She rolls her eyes before leaving in search of tape. Ungrateful brat. She comes rushing back with a piece of tape on her finger that he snatches up. He sticks the cigarette on the lower part of the mouth and tapes it down. Still looks shitty. 

“Wait!” Max says, looking like she just had a lightbulb moment. “I could say this is what happens when you smoke.” 

“Maxine, what the fuck.”

“What? It’ll be a lesson to all the students, and my teachers’ll will be impressed. Isn’t teeth rotting a side affect of smoking? That would work for this. Also, just so you know, rotting teeth isn’t the only side affect. There’s also the risk of bad breath, lung damage, yellowing eyes...” she goes on, counting on her fucking fingers for God’s sake. 

“You’re a little shit, you know that?” 

She grins at it him. “What? I’m just saying how it is. You should quit. Maybe that’ll help your bad breath.” 

Billy scoffs. He does not have bad breath. That little bitch is making shit up, and she didn’t look a bit remorseful. That’ll change soon enough. “You gonna apologize for that?” 

She snorts, “No.”

Ok then. “You better start running, Max.”

“What?”

“Five, four...” Max looks at him in horror, eyes wide. 

“Billy, it was just a joke.”

“Three...”

“I’m sorry?” Well, too late for her apology now. 

He stands up, looking down at his watch for dramatic purposes. “Two...” The count down seems to be working because right as he was about to say one, she sprints off towards the direction of her room. He cackles before chasing after her, but it’s just for show. Her reaction made it worth it. Max is squealing like a little kid, reaching for her door and closing it right before letting out a final high-pitched scream. 

“ASSHOLE,” she yells. 

“SHITBIRD,” he yells back, holding back laughter.

---

The next day, he drives Max to school with the pumpkin held securely in her lap. 

“You think you’re gonna win?”

“No,” she laughs. “Have you seen it? It’s too ugly to win.”

“No candy for you then, huh?” 

He sees her shrug from the corner of his eye. “Probably not. But I don’t really care anymore. My friends’ll give me their shitty leftovers.”

“You’re still sharing with me, though. And I don’t have to drive you anywhere today.”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.”

----

High school ends 30 minutes before the middle school so that leaves Billy sitting in the car, waiting for Max. He looks at his watch. If he leaves now, he’ll be able to make it to the convenience store and back in about 20 minutes. He wants to pick up some candy. Not for Max. No. Halloween’s tonight. It’s best to be prepared. Neil was probably going to go tell him to pick some up anyways. 

Mind set, he starts up the car and heads off to Melvald’s, grabbing two large packs of candy. The labels listed different types of chocolate. He thinks about Max always begging him to pick up a chocolate bar for her when he goes to get gas. Max likes chocolate...but he’s getting chocolate because it’s popular, not because of her. Everyone likes chocolate, right? He’s sure the trick-or-treaters will be incredibly delighted.  

He tosses the two bags of candy into the backseat before heading off to pick up Max. 

---

“Any luck?” he asks, pushing the passenger side door open from where he’s sitting since Max’s hands are full, holding the pumpkin in one hand and her skateboard in the other. 

“No,” she grumbles, getting into the car, and shutting the door. “Some prissy girl won first place for her stupid princess pumpkin.”

“Sounds lame.” He didn’t expect her to win. That grandma pumpkin was mediocre at best. 

“It was.” She lets out a sigh and tosses her skateboard in the back without looking, pausing when she hears the loud crinkle of plastic. Shit. 

“Is that for me?” she gasps, already turning her body around completely, reaching into the backseat. She’s kneeling on the seat, hunching over the shoulder of it.

Billy swipes at her hands and pushes her back into the seat before she can get her dirty hands on the bags. 

“No,” he says, starting up the car, and pulling away. “They’re for the trick or treaters tonight.”

There definitely weren’t going to be enough trick or treaters to actually take all two giant bags of candy. They don’t live in a very popular neighborhood. 

“Oh, but there’re two bags of candy,” she pouts. 

“So? Dad told me to get two.” Lies. 

“How come we didn’t give out candy last year? I thought Neil said it was the devil’s holiday.” 

Billy snorts. He forgot about that. “How the fuck am I supposed to know? Go ask him.” He prays to whatever God out there that she doesn’t actually go and bug Neil about it. That won’t end well. 

“There’s gonna be leftovers,” she muses. He can feel her staring at him with wide eyes. It’s making him uncomfortable, and he squirms in his seat a little before turning to glare at her.

“And? 

She’s pouting obnoxiously now, giving him a puppy dog look. That shit won’t work on him. “Can I have the leftovers? Please?”

“You still owe me candy,” he says. “I should be the one eating them.” 

“We can split it! 

He pretends to mull it over. “Fine.”

“Yes!” she squeals, triumphant, pumping her fist up in the air, but it hits the car ceiling.

“Watch it, you bitch,” he snaps, but he’s not really mad. He’s just trying to cover up the smile that’s tugging at his lips. This is stupid. He can’t believe he’s smiling over this shit. 

“Ooo, can we get dressed up?”

“Hell fucking no, Maxine. Don’t push it.” 

“But it’s Friday! Neil and Mom will be out on dinner and I have an extra eye-patch. We could be pirates!” 

Ok, being a pirate didn’t sound like the worst idea. It could give him an excuse to walk around shirtless. Plus, he could show off to all the mom’s taking their children trick-or-treating. Maybe Steve’ll come with his gaggle of kids...

“Fine, but I’m not driving you for two weeks now.” 

He laughs when Max lets out a dramatic sigh. Tonight’ll be fun. He expects stomach aches and candy wrappers everywhere. Maybe even smashed pumpkin bits, if she’ll let him. They have an axe in the shed. He could put on a horror show for her. The victim? A grandma pumpkin. 

[winchester19-67]

A Fresh Start - Part 17

Pairing: Single Parent!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Little angst, Mentions of past heartbreak, Fluff

Word Count: 3,554

A/N: This is Part 17 of A Fresh Start.

Series Masterlist

“Dean, honey, calm down,” you laugh as you reach over to rub your hand across his shoulders.

“I can’t,” Dean says as he looks over at you. “Not until those adoption papers are signed and Avery is legally mine. Then I will calm down.”

“Hey, look,” you tell Dean as you motion your head over to where Sam is sitting with both Avery and Cooper climbing around on him. “Look at those two then tell yourself that everything isn’t going to be okay.”

Dean looks over at you as he takes a deep breath. “I can’t…”

“I know that you can’t lose her, Dean,” you tell Dean softly. “You’re not going to. There’s no one else to take care of Avery and I’m sure that they’re not going to say that foster care is better than living with you. You’re here to sign the adoption papers and that’s it.”

“You know that that’s not…”

“Dean,” you laugh softly. “Don’t breakdown in the middle of the courtroom, okay?” You look around, smiling when you see who walks into the room. “Look,” you tell Dean.

Dean turns in his seat and he smiles softly when he sees John and Mary walk into the courtroom. “Hey,” Dean says softly.

“Has anything happened yet? Mary asks as they take the seat beside of Dean.

“No,” Dean shakes his head. “We’re here a little early.”

Avery gasps, causing you to look over to see Avery sliding down out of Sam’s lap. Avery runs over and climbs up onto the seat between John and Mary.

“Maybe those two should be the ones adopting her,” Dean chuckles as he looks over at Avery and shakes his head a bit. “Would you rather go live with Grandma and Grandpa?”

Avery gasps excitedly. “Can I?”

Dean rolls his eyes as he leans against the seat. “I thought she loved me.”

You laugh as you lean your head over onto Dean’s arm. Avery sees this and she stares at you before she crawls across Mary’s lap, over onto Dean’s, and looks up at you with a pout.

“Okay, jealous,” Dean laughs as he lays his chin onto Avery’s head.

“Daddy,” Avery giggles when Dean’s hold on her tightens a bit. “You’re squishing me.”

“Sorry, bug,” Dean tells her as he tries to let go a bit.

“Daddy!” Cooper hollers as he looks over at Dean and reaches out towards him.

“I’m popular today,” Dean laughs as Cooper climbs up into Dean’s lap. Cooper tries to push you away from Dean, causing you to laugh a bit as you lean away from Dean.

“I think that you have two jealous little monkeys there,” you tell Dean. Dean chuckles as he nods and presses a kiss to Avery and Cooper’s head. You reach over to lay a hand onto Dean’s shoulder, and he smiles over at you as he tires his best to calm down.

Dean wraps and arm around your waist as you walk out of the courthouse. You look up at Dean and smile widely at him, noticing the tears in his eyes.

“You alright, babe?” you ask him as you reach over to lay your hand onto Dean’s chest. Dean looks at you as he nods his head, pulling you in and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We did it,” Dean sniffs. He turns to look at the kids to see that Sam is carrying Cooper, and Avery is clinging onto John’s leg. “She’s mine.” Dean looks down at you as he lets a few tears fall. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“For what?”

Dean swallows hard. “I couldn’t have done this without you, (Y/N).”

“Dean, I didn’t do anything.”

Dean laughs softly. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t have done this without you at all.” Dean turns you around to look you in the eyes and he shakes his head a bit. “(Y/N), you have been taking care of my kids as if they’re your own. You’ve been putting up with my grouchy butt, and you’ve shown me an unhuman amount of forgiveness. Honey, I don’t know how on earth you stand to look me in the eyes. Now here we are, making all of this between us turn out okay. Avery and Cooper absolutely love you and you are amazing with them. Thank you.”

“Dean, you don’t have to thank me at all,” you tell him softly. “I do it because I love those kids and I love you.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, we love you.”

You smile softly as Dean leans in to give you a sweet kiss.

“Ew, Daddy,” Avery giggles. Dean laughs as he kneels down to take Avery into his arms. “You happy, Daddy?”

Dean chuckles as he nods his head at Avery. “I’ll never be able to tell how happy I am, bug,” Dean tells Avery as he presses a kiss to her head. Sam tries to hand Cooper over to you so that you can put him in his carseat, but Cooper whines as he tries to hide his face in Sam’s shoulder.

“Okay, kiddo, go to Mom… (Y/N). Sorry,” Sam tells you as he passes Cooper over to you.

“It’s alright,” you laugh. “He’s been calling me Mom anyways so it isn’t a big deal.”

“No,” Cooper whines as he reaches out towards Sam.

“Sorry, Coop, but I’m sure that your Daddy wants you to go with him and Avery,” Sam tells Cooper as he reaches over to ruffle up his hair. “Need anything?” Sam asks as he looks over at Dean.

“No,” Dean shakes his head. “You’ve done enough for me.”

“You call if you need me to do anything,” Sam says.

“I will,” Dean nods as Sam turns to walk off, followed by John and Mary.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Dean hollers out to them as he puts Avery in her carseat. “Sweetheart…”

“I’ve got the kids,” you smile softly at Dean. He nods his head at you before he walks over to his parents.

“(Y/N),” Avery says as she looks over at you.

“What is it, sweetie?” you ask her as you lean in to buckle Cooper up in his seat.

Avery gives you an almost shy look. “I love you.”

You smile softly at Avery as you reach over to gently push some of her hair out of her eyes. “I love you too, Avery.” Cooper squeals out and you laugh at him. “Yeah, and you too, jealous little man.”

“(Y/N), do you think that you’ll ever be our Mommy?”

“I think that’s something that you need to let us grownups discuss,” Dean says as he walks over and wraps an arm around your waist. Avery huffs as she pouts up at Dean, and Dean laughs as he reaches around you so that he can shut the door.

You turn around to face Dean as you wrap your arms around his neck. “What was that about?” you ask him. Dean takes a deep breath.

“I had to thank Mom and Dad for showing up today,” Dean tells you. “They’re making an honest effort and I want them to know that I appreciate it.”

“Avery was happy that they were able to show up.”

“We all were,” Dean says as he smiles softly at you. “It wouldn’t have been possible if you hadn’t…”

“I didn’t do anything, Dean,” you tell him softly as you shake your head a bit at him. “I told you that I’d like it if you’d try to talk to them. You’re the one who took that step and actually did it.”

Dean shakes his head. “Can I thank one person without them being so humble?”

You laugh as Dean presses a kiss to your temple. Dean takes a deep breath as he lets go of you.

“Home?” Dean asks.

You smile as you slowly nod your head at Dean. “Yeah.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Daddy, please let me go.”

“I’m never going to let go of you anymore, bug,” Dean tells Avery as he tightens his hold on her.

“Don’t squeeze me,” Avery giggles.

Dean presses a kiss to Avery’s head before he tucks her head underneath his chin. Dean looks up when you walk into Avery’s bedroom carrying Cooper on your hip.

“Someone won’t let me lay them down without their Daddy,” you tell Dean.

Dean laughs as he presses another kiss to Avery’s head and lays her down. “Alright, bug,” Dean says as he tucks Avery in underneath the covers. Dean presses a kiss to Avery’s forehead and rubs his nose up against her. “Holler if you need anything.”

“I will, Daddy,” Avery says, causing a wide smile to spread across Dean’s face.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing either of them call me that,” Dean says as he walks over to you to take Cooper from your arms.

“I’ll go downstairs while you’re putting little man to bed,” you tell Dean.

“Alright,” Dean smiles as you reach over to run your fingers through Cooper’s hair. You give Dean a small smile as you turn to walk off.

“Mama,” Cooper whimpers. Dean laughs as he rubs a hand over Cooper’s little head.

“I thought that you were wanting me,” Dean tells Cooper softly as he walks into the nursery with him.

“Mama.”

“No, Daddy’s gotcha,” Dean whispers as he bounces Cooper a bit, lightly patting his bottom.

“Daddy.”

“Yeah, you’re okay, little buddy,” Dean says as he lays Cooper down in his crib. Dean presses a kiss to Cooper’s head and lets him settle into a comfortable position before he turns to walk out of the room.

“You alright?” you softly ask Dean as he walks down the steps.

Dean looks over at you as he smiles widely. “Never been better, sweetheart.”

Dean walks over and takes both of your hands in his, pulling you in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Walk me to my car?”

“Okay,” Dean smiles softly as he leads you over towards the front door. Dean keeps his fingers tangled up with yours as he walks you over to your car. “Hey, sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

Dean takes a deep breath as he stops walking and turns to face you, both of his hands tightly gripping onto yours. “I wasn’t going to say anything yet until all the paperwork goes through, but I put enough money up to open my own garage. Away from the house.”

Your eyes widen a bit. “Really? Dean, that’s amazing,” you tell Dean as you wrap your arms tightly around his neck. “I’m so proud of you moving past everything, baby.”

You feel Dean smile against your neck as he presses his lips there. “Now I won’t be there breathing down your neck when you babysit the kids.”

You swallow hard as you pull away from Dean. “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think that I can be the kids’ babysitter anymore.”

Dean’s face falls. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you tell Dean truthfully as you shake your head at him. “No, Dean, it’s weird now.”

“Weird? What’s weird about it?”

“Well, us being together now makes it kind of different.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Why does that have to change things?”

“I don’t know, Dean.”

“You’ve been okay with it until now.”

“Yeah, but things between me and you are going really good and…”

“I need someone to look out for the kids and you’re needing the money,” Dean tells you. “Where we stand with each other doesn’t have to change that.”

“Yeah, but I feel like I’m getting paid for doing something that I should be doing anyways.”

“Oh,” Dean breathes out.

“I mean, I’m around them most of the time now anyways. I take care of them when me and you are together and I don’t get paid for it, so I feel weird getting paid for helping you with them when you’re busy. I… I don’t know.”

“So what you’re saying is that you want me to hire another young, cute babysitter to watch after my kids and also for me to fall completely in love with her.”

“No,” you laugh as you playfully hit Dean’s arm. “Technically you didn’t fall in love with me while I was babysitting. We were already in love.”

Dean laughs softly as he slowly nods his head at you.

“Look, I’ll still help you with those two because I don’t want to put you out. I don’t want you to pay me for it anymore though.”

Dean shakes his head a bit at you. “Then what will you do about the money, (Y/N)?”

“I’ll figure it out, Dean,” you tell Dean softly. “I do want to keep helping you with the kids, but less as their babysitter and more like…”

“Their Mother,” Dean says softly.

“Yeah,” you choke out. “I mean, I love those two kids as much as you do.”

“Well,” Dean says softly. “Then there’s only one solution to this problem that I know of.”

“And what’s that?”

“Marry me.”

“What?” you laugh a bit as you look up at Dean, not sure if you heard him correctly or not. Dean smiles softly at you as he drops to one knee. “Dean,” you breathe out, your eyes widening a bit.

“Sweetheart, I know that I’ve made mistakes that I will never be able to make it up to you. I want to move on from that if you’re willing to,” Dean tells you as he looks up at you.

“Of course I am,” you choke out as the tears slide down your cheeks

“I know that I said we need a fresh start and that we need to take things slow, but I can’t lose you this time around. We can go as slow as we want to after this, but I cannot go another day without you saying that you want to be my wife,” Dean tells you as he gives your hands a small squeeze. “(Y/N), will you marry me?”

You nod and let a sob escape you. “Yes,” you choke out, barely getting the word out when Dean jumps up to his feet and pulls you in for a loving kiss. Dean pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs softly brushing away your tears as he lets his go.

“I promise not to run away from you this time,” Dean tells you, causing you to laugh and give him a light shove.

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Dean tells you softly. You start crying that much harder and Dean pulls you in tightly, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Shh, baby girl, everything’s okay. Me and you are going to be okay now.” Dean holds onto you tightly as you sob and shake in his arms. “It’s alright, honey.”

“I can’t help it,” you tell Dean. “I’m really happy. All I’ve wanted all this time is you and now I have you and the kids and I can’t wrap my mind around it all.”

Dean chuckles as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Avery’s gonna be so excited when we tell her.”

“Yeah,” you laugh softly.

Dean pulls you away a bit to look you in the eyes. “We might not be able to have our own kid, but I want you to adopt Avery and Cooper,” Dean tells you.

“Dean,” you gasp.

“I know that it’s going to be a little tougher than if they were biologically mine…”

“I don’t care,” you tell Dean truthfully as you shake your head at him. “Of course I want them to be mine too.” You take a deep breath. “Gosh, you’re not going to be happy until I have a complete emotional meltdown.”

Dean chuckles as he leans in to kiss you but his lips barely touch your before he pulls away a bit.

“Dean?”

“Your ring is still sitting in my top dresser drawer,” Dean tells you as he turns to walk inside.

“I do not care about the ring, idiot, kiss me some more.”

Dean laughs as he wraps his arms tightly around you once more. Dean smiles softly at you as he leans in to press his lips firmly to yours. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You swallow hard and nod your head. “I love you, Dean.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey,” Dean smiles widely as he opens up the front door.

“Hi,” you laugh as Dean leans in to kiss you. “They in a good mood this morning?”

“No,” Dean chuckles. “But they will be when we tell them. Especially Avery.”

“I hope she takes it better than my parents did.”

Dean’s eyes widen. “You talked to them?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I thought that they should at least know.”

“And?”

You shake your head. “They told me that any man who won’t work for my Dad to support me and wants to be a mechanic instead doesn’t deserve me. But that’s them, Dean. I don’t think that…”

“Shh. I know, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly as he pulls you in, wrapping his arms as tight around you as he can. “They are right, though. Maybe not for the same reason that they’re saying, but I don’t deserve you.”

“I think that you’ve got that turned around, Winchester.”

Dean smiles softly at you as he shakes his head. “Anybody willing to forgive and forget like you have is definitely more than I deserve.”

You shake your head, but Dean leans in and kisses you before you can say anything.

“I think that we’ve got a couple of kids to make extremely happy,” Dean tells you as he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you into the kitchen where Avery and Cooper are sitting on the floor.

“What are you two doing?” Avery looks up when she hears you speak.

“(Y/N)!” Avery squeals. You laugh as you walk over and pick her up off of the floor.

“Are you two coloring?”

“Yeah,” Avery smiles as she wraps her arms around your neck. Cooper frowns up at Avery and runs over to wrap his little arms around your leg.

“Alright, let (Y/N) breathe,” Dean laughs as he walks over to pick up their toys and Cooper. “Will you take this up to the playroom for me, bug?” Dean asks Avery as he holds out their stuff.

“Okay,” Avery says as you put her down on the ground. Avery walks over to take the toys and coloring books from Dean before she turns to run up the steps.

Dean smiles as he walks over and straps Cooper into his highchair. “Can’t forget this,” Dean tells you as he turns to face you, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

“Dean,” you breathe out as he hands it to you. He opens it and pulls the ring out, taking your left hand in his as he gently slides the ring onto your finger.

“I needed that last night,” Dean tells you.

“No you didn’t, baby,” you tell Dean truthfully. Dean smiles softly as he takes your face between both of his hands and presses his lips firmly to yours.

“Feel better?” Dean asks.

“Much better,” you smile.

“You didn’t lay in bed wondering why on earth you said yes to me?” Dean asks you.

“Absolutely not,” you laugh softly. “More like I laid there wondering what took us so long to find each other and what on earth were we thinking when we said that we needed to take things slow this time.”

Dean chuckles as he presses another kiss to your lips, pulling away when you hear Avery giggling at the both of you.

“Alright,” Dean tells her. “Go sit down, bug.”

Avery runs over to the dining room table and climbs up into her seat. “(Y/N)!” Avery hollers as she motions over to the seat beside of her.

“No, Mama!” Cooper cries as he reaches out towards you.

“I want her to sit by me!”

“Okay, you two can share me you know,” you laugh. Avery pouts up at you.

“Scoot,” Dean tells her. Avery huffs as you help her climb over into the other chair. You take your seat, and Dean reaches across the table to take your hand in his.

“Avery, there’s something that me and (Y/N) need to tell you,” Dean says.

“What?” Avery asks as she looks from Dean to you.

Dean nods his head at you and you take a deep breath. “Avery, sweetie, I’m not going to be your and Cooper’s babysitter anymore.”

Avery’s eyes widen as they tear up and it breaks your heart. “Why? I did something bad?”

“No, bug,” Dean chuckles. “Me and (Y/N) talked yesterday and she’s going to be your Mom instead.”

Avery gasps as her little eyes widen. “Really?” You nod and Avery squeals as she launches herself out of her chair towards you.

“Easy, bug,” Dean chuckles.

“Sorry,” Avery giggles as she wraps her little arms tightly around your neck. “I’m happy.”

“Me too, Avery,” you smile at her. You look over at Cooper to see that he’s staring at the three of you like you’ve gone crazy. You take a deep breath as the tears well up in your eyes, and Dean gives your hand a small squeeze.

“You alright?” Dean asks softly.

“Yeah,” you tell Dean, nodding your head at him. “I’m perfect.”

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[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Ultimate ship meme for Glow?

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - They would definitely last forever - like, if there is some kind of afterlife for them, they’ll be together there as well. 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I actually imagine that falling in love for them was a slow process, like it often can be with relationships like theirs, which start as friends and develop into a romance. They kind of had this thing where they knew they loved each other before they realized they were in love with each other. 

How was their first kiss? - It was actually a pretty simple moment. They were just...relaxing together, probably snuggling on the window seat in Glimmer’s room, when Bow just kind of...gave her a little peck on the lips. Glimmer was a little surprised at first, but she kissed him back shortly after, and they just...kept snuggling for a while longer.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Bow, and to steal an idea from my friend  tolstoyevskywrites he technically proposed twice. Once with a fairly simple ring that he literally shot through Glimmer’s window with a note asking her to marry him, and once later on with a fancier ring he made himself. She said “Yes” the first time, but he wanted to do it again, properly. 

Who is the best man/men? - Most likely a couple of Bow’s brothers, along with maybe Sea Hawk….And Swift Wind would probably insist on being “best horse” because excluding him would just be discrimination and rude.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Adora is probaly one of them, and one of Bow’s sisters probably takes up the other spot (I still headcanon him as having brothers and sisters)

Who did the most planning? - Probably Bow did a little bit more, but Glimmer definitely offered her input a fair amount. Though, honestly, Castaspella probably made about as many decisions as either of them once she found out about the wedding. 

Who stressed the most? - Glimmer, without a doubt. Bow did his best to calm her down whenever he could. 

How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - No one was specifically not invited, though Glimmer did try and avoid her aunt finding out for as long as possible, just to try and avoid her taking over the preparations. 

Sex:

Who is on top? - They switch sometimes, but usually Bow’s on top.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Glimmer is the one who instigates things the most, particularly because she likes to…get Bow worked up during times she really shouldn’t, like during meetings. 

How healthy is their sex life? -Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - They normally go at least two rounds a night, though sometimes three. How long the rounds last really does depend on the night, and how quick or slow they want to go.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They usually make an effort, and even if one of them “comes up short” one time, the other tries to make up for it the next time they have a chance to be intimate. 

How rough are they in bed? -Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - They’d probably plan either two or three. I think Bow liked growing up with siblings and Glimmer used to think that she would have liked having a brother or sister, so they’d probably want more than one, but not so many that they’d feel totally overwhelmed. 

How many children will they adopt? - Probably none, not because they would be against the idea, but just because I don’t think it’d ever really cross their minds. That being said, if they were asked to foster a child or two, they would happily accept the offer.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Bow, but he technically volunteers for diaper duty. He figures that since Glimmer has to feed the baby, the least he can do is let her get a little extra sleep while he changes the diapers. 

Who is the stricter parent? - Neither of them is exactly a pushover, but Glimmer tends to be a little more strict, taking influence from how her mom raised her growing up, even if she does try to give her own kids more freedom than she felt she had. 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Bow is already Glimmer’s impulse control, so he’d just kind of automatically take that role for his children as well. 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - They both remember and they take turns making the lunches. Glimmer is more likely to give them an extra snack, so the kids often ask her to make them more than they’ll ask Bow, but they each end up doing it about the same amount.  

Who is the more loved parent? - They’re both loved equally overall, but it depends on the specific child who they are closer to. And obviously neither of them is unloved by any of their children; they just have more in common with some of their kids than others. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - They both definitely try their best to attend, but Glimmer often has to deal with court stuff, so sometimes Bow has to go alone.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Definitely Bow. Glimmer might get emotional, but she does her best to not cry in public, while he just flat out doesn’t care.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Probably Glimmer, if only because her rank basically means she can use her power to get them out of trouble without any real issue.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Well, they have chefs to do most of the cooking, but between the two of them, if you’re talking specifically cooking and not baking, that’s Bow. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither is particularly picky in regards to food, but between the two of them, Glimmer might be slightly more picky.

Who does the grocery shopping? - They often go together, but Bow is the one who is more likely to do that particular chore on his own.

How often do they bake desserts? - Considering Glimmer has a sweet tooth, pretty much every other day, since they usually have leftovers from the previous night’s meal.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - They’ll eat either, but if they had to choose between the two, probably go a little more towards the meat dishes.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Bow would be the one to actually get away with doing the surprise, just because he’s a better cook. Plus, he can usually get a little more free time to make the meal.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Glimmer, though Bow is pretty much never actually against the idea

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Neither, though Glimmer is probably more likely to set off the smoke alarm

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Glimmer will help, but Bow is the one who just sort of instinctively tidies up. It’s a habit he picked up after so many times of cleaning up Glimmer’s room while listening to her rant about her mom.

Who is really against chores? - Neither of them is against chores, though Glimmer is more likely to put off doing them until the last minute. 

Who cleans up after the pets? - Both of them. It was a joint decision to get pets, so they both take responsibility for them, including the messes they make.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - That is Glimmer, without a doubt. She usually cleans properly, but sometimes she puts it off for a little too long and just needs to hide everything until later.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Probably Bow, but Glimmer has been known to have her last minute stressing moments, especially if their guests are someone she wants to leave a good impression on.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Neither of them, because nobody who visits or lives there carries cash.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Probably Glimmer, but even then, not by much, and really only when she’s super stressed and needs a way to relax, since a hot bath reminds her a bit of the steam grotto at Mystacor.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They take turns, but Bow does it more often, mostly because he likes to go out in the morning while Glimmer prefers to sleep in.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Every year unless they have something outside of their control that will keep them from doing so, and even then, they still try and do something, even if it’s not as big as they’d normally go for the holidays. But, whenever possible, they go all out. 

What are their goals for the relationship? - Nothing in particular, really. They just want to be together and grow and learn from each other for as long as they possibly can. But, ultimately, their main goal is just to be together and make each other as happy as they can.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Neither of them really sleeps that late, honestly. Bow is definitely the one who gets up earlier, but Glimmer is usually awake by ten even without him waking her. 

Who plays the most pranks? - Glimmer, mostly because it’s easier to get away with a prank when you can just teleport away from the scene and pretend you had nothing to do with it.

[heliosthegriffin]

Vacuo’s Rainman Chapter One

AN: I’ve had this laying around in my google docs for like a year. I don’t know if I’ll post a second chapter or not, I have a plot line, but I don’t know if I can follow up on, because this writes some different from me now. But I’ll try eventually. Now onto the story!

In the living room of the Arc family's house sat a three-year-old Jaune Arc dressed in blue overalls with a yellow undershirt playing with a toy dump truck rolling over some plastic Beowolves while the tv sounded in the background. His father, Nicholas Arc, sat there contently watching his only child play while making aggressive and nearly disturbing sounds of Beowolves meeting their demise. He thought to himself, while slightly worried but happy nonetheless, "He'll make a fine Hunter one day," He paused in thought as the love of his life came down the stairs with something behind her back. "If his mother ever lets him go... Not like I'm any better, though." His mind remembering his extensive measures taken for his son.

The sound of snapping and hysterical giggles brought Nicholas Arc out of his memories, and he turned to look at his beloved with his most confident and dashing smile, saying, "Yes, my Dearest?"

She stared at him for a good 4 seconds saying nothing before bursting out laughing, driving a flush onto the veteran hunters face while getting a chilling sense of nostalgia of his first encounter with Juniper.

Still laughing, his wife spoke to him. "Puh-please, don't do those goofy smiles of yours; they tear me up inside!" Face again flushing the Arc said with embarrassment and a little annoyance that his wife still found his dashing good looks laughable. "Whatever just tell me what's up, Jaunes playing, and I want to watch."

The toddler in question was still playing but giving the occasional over the shoulder glance at his parents over what had his mom cracking up; he hoped it was his dad making funny faces again.

Juniper looked over humming merrily before looking back. "Weell, let's just say that after today Jaune won't be the only one you'll be watching play..." She said playfully letting the sentence stop.

The older Arc looked nonplussed and asked: "What did you find Jaune a playmate or something?"

She hummed some more. "Well, I guess you could say that, but they'll be much younger."

"Ok, then." The Hunter said. "Good for Jaune then, he needs more friends." His wife looked at him for some reason he couldn't figure out.

His wife spoke again: "They'll be here every day, and you'll be looking after them too..." His wife once again trailed off.

‘Why does she keep doing that?’ Nicholas thought to himself, "Alright then, did we get new neighbors or did you meet someone that has a kid around Jaunes age?" The man of the house questioned.

"No." His wife deadpanned.

"Then, where on Remnant did you find a playmate for Jaune? Did my sister finally get pregnant? Oh, was it your brother? I always thought he'd make a great father!" Her annoyingly dense at times husband said confused and then excitedly.

"No! Right here!" She shouted, grabbing his hand and putting it on her stomach and showing him a pregnancy test.

He flushed and looked at Jaune sitting mere feet away and blushed harder.

"H-Honey, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but Jaune's right there! He's too young to learn, and I haven't had time to wash up, I mean-" The man started to stammer. Many things the Arc Patriarch is good at, but reading in between the lines was not one of those things. 

"Ugg," The woman groaned, and then looked at the pregnancy test and realized it was backward and groaned much, much harder.

"Honey, please! The boy's right there; this is something I rather tell him than show him!" The man said, stammering harder.

She quickly flipped the test around and showed him the positive results, and said: "You're going to be a freaking father again, Nicholaus!"

"Oh, why didn't you just say so; Wait, what?" The man said, doing a double take.

A goofy grin reminiscent of a specific future goofy blonde appeared on his beautiful wife's face. "I said you're going to be a father again." She said tears began well in her eyes.

Nicholas's face went blank briefly before returning with the biggest smiles his wife had ever seen. Picking her up and grabbing her, he brought her into a tight, but gentle hug.

Juniper could only blush at her husband's sudden explosive affection, wanting to dwell at that moment forever.

Her husband drew her into a kiss before he put her down, only to stop once they heard a childish "Ew, Gross!" from behind them, seeing the young Jaune Arc looking at them like they were insane.

Juniper blushed a bit, while Nicholas just got down on a knee and called his son over. "Jaune! Come over here; we've got something important to tell you!"

Jaune listened, as that excited tone from his father always meant something good was about to happen.

Wiggling his way over to his father, he asked. "What is it, daddy?" Jaune said, knowing his dad like to be called that, and making his dad happy usually meant more goodies.

Under any other circumstances, his father would have internally squealed at being called daddy, but today was different. He took Jaune by the hands and picked him up.

"Jauney..." His father said, trailing off. "Today everything changes; you're going to be a brother!" His father practically squealed, making his mom nearly double over laughing.

Little Jaune could only look at his father, "What's a bra-thar?" The child said, trying to sound out the word.

His father tossed him up a little into the air, eliciting a squeal of joy from Jaune, before adjusting him to a more comfortable position.

"Well, Jauney a brother is kind of like... Well... Um? Juniper help?" His father said to his mother, not quite able to explain to his son what he was about to be.

"Bring him here, Nicholas," His mother said, sitting down.

He did and put Jaune down his mother's lap. "Jaune, give me your hand, please." He did, and his mother put his hand on her stomach. 

"Jaune, what do you feel?"

"Warm, tired." He said with a yawn, starting to drift his head back and forth.

"Well, inside of me is something warm, and it's tired too, asleep actually."

"Is it your heart? Why's your heart asleep?" He asked full of childish innocence.

His mom laughs. "No, Jauney it's not mamas heart, no it's a little person like you. They're asleep inside of mama, and in a couple of months they'll come out, they going to live with us, and daddy and mama are going to take care of them like you, and you Jauney... Are going to be their big brother."

They're that word again; what did it mean? The child thought to himself, "Ok, but what's a brother."

His mom looked little tense, herself not quite knowing how to answer, before sighing and just decided to wing it and go from the heart. "You're... They're protector!"

Jaune's eyes widened. "Protector? Like a hero!?" he squealed excitedly.

His mom nodded her head, seeing an easy way out. "Yes, Jauney, you're going to protect them like a hero! You're going to love them, protect them, and guide them when mommy and daddy aren't here. That's what being a brother means."

It took a moment for the words to sink in. "That's... So awesome!" Jaune said with blind excitement, still not fully realizing what being a brother meant, but happy for it.

Jaune hopped off his mother's lap and went back over to his toys, picking them up to take back to his room.

"Jaune, what are you doing?" His father called out.

"I got to start training now if I want to be a good protector by the time they're here!" He said, taking his toys up the stairs.

His mother and father could only smile at each other before making eye contact, an unspoken conversation happening, both agreeing.

Juniper Green Arc rose up and kissed her husband's cheek, saying "Go, go and help him. You know how you Arc's are when you get motivated."

He nuzzled his nose against hers. "Well, you would too. It's how I got you to love me." Nicholas said sweetly to his darling wife.

She lets out a dry laugh. "Ha, that or the fifty times you asked me out, and I finally realized how cute your pout is. Oh, there it is right now." She said with a laugh.

Nicholas, definitely not pouting, said with a huff. "Couldn't say it was my dashing good looks, could you?" She merely laughed again. "Alright, fine. I'm going to go teach Jauney the basics of footwork." He said with a flush face but moved with excitement.

"Make sure you don't hurt yourselves!" Juniper called out to her husband moving up the stairs, watching the other things that drew her to her husband, from that tight body and cute butt to the confident way he carried himself when he was happy, oh, how she loathed seeing him down, it was like watching a puppy die. Oh, and who could forget those beautiful blue eyes, and that luscious blonde hair. Gods, the Arc genes just had it all; it was downright unfair to the competition.

She chuckled at the memories of having to scare off more than a few would be seductress, not that her husband knew either too love blind or dense to notice, more than likely the latter as according to one of his former teammate from Beacon, he had more than one girl after him at the time and he never noticed too focus on being a hunter, only realizing years later on a mission. His teammate still laughed at the memory of him screaming wildly into the night, and she did too after she saw the video.

Juniper mentally then began preparing herself for going back to Atlas, as Nicholas Arc had sworn an Arc promise to see her safely through any pregnancies, and an Arc never goes back on their word. 

Ha, at least she wouldn't be alone this time. Little Jaune would be there with her, and that's all that mattered, no doubt the Fervent Hunter of Ansel would be making a reappearance soon.

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My parents were acting weird, the first thing after teaching me how to move funny, and making a promise to practice every day, dad made me and mom go live in the hospital far away from home, and I knew it was far away cause he saw the land go bye bye from the plane. 

Then mom started to get fat, like real fat, but just on her belly and then got sick like every morning. I guess that's why she in the hospital, not sure why I'm here, I miss dad, but he comes by sometimes.

Mom says it helps that I'm here, I don't get why though. But as long as mom is happy, I'm happy.

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Juniper holding her baby in her arms felt more than saw her husband enter the building, the constant shaking on the floor was a dead give away.

The shaking got louder as she felt her husband's presence down the hallway, all that stood between them was a dusteel electronically locked, bomb proof door.

The poor door never stood a chance as it was in between her and him. 

The door flew off with a thunderous clap and got stuck in the wall, never had she been gladder that she had sent Jaune, and the employees away, she did not want another incident like her last pregnancy, that unfortunate man to get in the way was still recovering.

"Is it true?" Her husband said with nary, a huff, presumably running from wherever he was to her after the nurse called him to tell him that his wife had gone into labor.

Holding up her newest addition to the family as evidence, Juniper said, "Yes." With tears in her eyes.

Nicholas stood in the doorway, looking with awe at his child. "Is the baby a," Nicholas began to ask, "A girl, a beautiful baby girl." His wife answered.

The man nearly began to break down, crying there as he moved over to his wife.

"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" He asked in between sob, never thinking he'd make it this far again after their first experience.

"No," His wife answered back, "I was... Thinking Jaune should try and think of a name for her." Juniper said sheepishly.

Bewildered, her husband looked up from their child and at her. "Wha?" Was the only thing to come to mind for the papa arc.

"Now, Nicholas, it's just Jaune's been cooped up in here with me for the last nine months, I thought that he should at least have a say-" Juniper began to stammer, till Nicholas took her hand and looked her in the eyes.

"It's fine Juniper, if you think it's a good idea, I believe you... And we can regret it after you get off this pain medication." He said with complete seriousness.

They stared each other in the eyes before lapsing into laughter, barely managing to keep from waking their daughter.

Recovering from the joke, Juniper grabbed her husband's shoulder "Go find the nurses and get Jaune in here, please."

He smiles at her, "Sure thing, honey." Giving her a quick kiss before he left.

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Jaune was with the nurses thinking to himself that now it wasn't just his parent acting weird. The nice ladies were all acting weird too, making him leave mom when she started screaming, saying something like how children aren't meant to see this. Why? Mom's in pain, he needs to be there so he can kiss the boo-boo and so it can get better. That's what mom and dad would do for him.

That's when the nice ladies told him his dad was here, and that they were taking him to see him, and someone special. But, who's special? Everybody he cares about is here, well besides that white-haired girl he met a couple of days ago. She was mean but made him feel funny, like not sick or laughing, but more like his heart was happy. He wishes he knew her name.

Maybe it's Uncle Toe or Aunt Sissy? But they already left a couple of hours ago when they started letting people say hi to mom again, but they still won't let me see her yet.

Seeing his dad though made all those thoughts drop out of his mind, Jaunes face lighting up like the sun crossing over the horizon, seeing his father for the first time in weeks. Nicholas was no different from his son giving a smile that could warm even the iciest of hearts and more valuable than gold, also unwittingly distracting several passing nurses and one white-haired woman with an almost stunned expression.

Jaune shouted out to his father as he ran to him. "Dad!" Accidentally crushing the hearts of the nurses watching, and also warming them at the same time. The ivory-haired woman didn't seem to mind, though, taking a photo of the scene.

"Jauney!" His father said back as he caught him and spun him around, before showering him in kisses acrosses the forehead and cheeks. Eliciting several coos and daws from the peanut gallery, unaware of being filmed by a snow-hair woman.

"Jaune, I've got something significant to show you. Ready?" His father asked to which the only response was nodding his head.

The pair walked away, letting the nurses disperse while the white-haired woman stayed and watched them leave only stopping when a small, regal little girl called out behind her. 

"Mother? What are you watching?" The white-haired child asked.

"Oh, nothing, Winter, just... Nothing." She said, walking the other way, her daughter following her. Replaying the natural sight of warmth in her head over and over again, a view the woman had not seen since her childhood.

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The pair entered his mother's room, and Jaune was let down to see his mom.

"So, where is the important person? Where? Where?" The boy asked impatiently.

His mother giggled and shifted her body to show the baby breathing lightly in her arms. "This is her Jaune, your little sister."

Jaune squinted his eyes looking at her, trying to figure out what had everyone so worked up over her. "Hmm, is she sick?"

His parents gasped at that. "What?! No, Jaune, she is perfectly healthy!" His mother said to him.

"Ok, but then why is everyone so interested in her?" Jaune asked with all the logic his young brain could muster.

"Because she's your little sister; that's why!" His dad said, hoping he wouldn't have to explain what a sister is. Luckily enough, though, his mother covered that.

"Oh, ok, then." The boy responded, looking a little disinterested trying for the life of him to figure out why the baby was getting so much attention.

"Well?" His mom asked him.

"Well, what?" The boy answered.

"Do you want to hold your baby sister?" His mother asked excitedly.

He seemed to consider this for a moment before accepting her, his father and mother carefully setting him down between them and instructing him on how to hold her.

His baby sister felt heavy, but also not heavy in arms, Jaune thought, like he suddenly had all the weight of his toys in hand but scared that if he dropped one, they all would fall and break. Too important to let go of, was a good short version of the feeling. The feeling was weird, like his parents.

"What's her name?" The little boy asked, unflinchingly staring at the baby.

His mom put on a wide grin at the question, and his father merely smiled happily.

"Well, Jaune, I hoping you might come up with one." Juniper Arc said warmly.

The boys head almost shot up, but scared to hurt the baby he merely looked to his mom and asked: "Why?"

His mother drew him into her embrace and told him. "Jaune, you've been here with me for nine months, helping me when I need it and being with me, you've been just as important to making sure she got here safely as dad and me," His mother said with some exaggeration.

The boy's eyes widened, "Really?"

His mother nodded, and so did his father.

"Jaune, remember you're going to be her protector, her brother, you're going to take care of her as much as Dad and I, so go ahead and think of a name for her," Juniper said to her nearly four-year-old son. Which reminded her his birthday was in two months. Nicholas though already remembered and bought a present in advance.

It was at this moment everything began to change for young Jaune Arc, no longer was he just Jaune Arc, son of Juniper and Nicholas Arc, only child and friendless, but from this day forward, big brother and protector of his sister.

The boy nodded to his parents with fire in his eyes, seeming to shine a brilliant sapphire to his parents at that moment.

The protector looked to his new charge and staring at the pale creature in swaddling blankets. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly, he could barely make out her heart as he held her close. He could scarcely see any hair on the creatures head, but what he could see was bright and shiny like his.

Staring at his sister for what felt like hours, till the right name came to mine and finally answered, "Rayonner! I think she should be Rayonner!" The boy said to his parents, who had fallen asleep behind him, cuddle together. 

He looked to the window, no light. He had been thinking for hours.

He looked down at the baby as it started to move, and he adjusted the child so that it would see him when she awoke.

The child stirred for minutes at a time till she finally awoke and saw him. 

She didn't scream; she didn't cry, nor did she whine.

No all she did was a yawn and stared at him with the most brilliantly green eyes he has ever seen — the same color as moms. The boy thought to himself.

He waved a hand in front of Rayonner, "Hi, Rayonner, I'm your brother, it's nice to meet you finally. I've been hearing about how'd you be here for months now, and your finally here! It's awesome to have you here."

The baby looked it's green into his blues, and then with its newborn arms reached up grabbing his hand, giggling and falling back to sleep comfortably.

The boy then at the moment finally got what was so important about this baby, and then once again everything changed. His heart swelled and found himself looking around the room, worry seeping into his soul. 

The boy finally understood fear, fear for someone other than yourself.

It was at that moment his dad woke up to see his son pacing around the dark room looking around for... Brother's know what, while keeping a solid hold on his newborn sister.

"Jaune? What are you doing?" His father asked sleepily.

The boy shot around to look at his father before rushing over. "Dad! Good, you can keep Rayonner safe, while I make sure there's no monster under the bed!" 

The father had no words for how confused he was. His son already under the bed and then out the other side looking in the closet, making just enough sound to wake his mother.

"Wha?" His mother said sleepily.

The father merely shrugged and waited for his son to tire himself out.

The mother tried to go back to sleep.

Their child didn't stop though, and he kept patrolling and looking, armed with nothing but butter knife, looking for any danger that might harm his baby sister.

It was around an hour late that they put a stop to it and asked what was wrong.

"Jaune, come here." His mother commanded.

The boy complied but stuck his butter knife in his pants.

"Did you ever think of a name for your sister?" His mom asked.

"Yes, it's Rayonner! I already told dad," He looked at his dad. "Why didn't you tell her dad?"

Nicholas Arc shrugged. "I thought I was still asleep." A valid answer as any.

Juniper Arc stared at her husband, before realizing she was too tired, but couldn't sleep till she found out what was wrong with her boy.

"That's a good name, Jaune, but what's got you scared? You're usually so brave, what's wrong honey?" She asked as nicely as she could after only getting four hours of sleep after giving birth to a nine-pound baby.

"I'm scared there might be a monster in here that wants to eat Rayonnner!" The boy said with fear in his tone.

The mother looked at the father, the father looked at the mother and shrugged, holding his baby to his chest.

"Why do you think that, Jaune?" Nicholas said tiredly.

"I-I don't know, and it's just ever since I named her, It's like the only thing I can think of. Like if I put her down for a moment that she'd disappear or someone will hurt her!" The boy shouted out worriedly.

The father looked increasingly worried for his son until his wife then burst out laughing, realizing what her son was doing. Like father like son.

Juniper whispered to her husband, a smile crept over the man's face, and he nodded.

He put a hand down on his son's shoulders, who was still looking for monsters. 

"Jaune, do you want to protect your sister?"

"Yes! What do you think I've been trying to do for the last hour!"

"Well if you want to protect your sister from monsters, then swear on your Arc name that you won't let any monster hurt her." His dad said proudly. Unaware of the drastic consequences that would come from this.

"Yeah! That's a great idea, daddy! If I say that I'm protecting her, then the monsters will have to come after me first! Lets do it!" The boy said excitedly.

"Alright, Jaune, all you have to is swear on the Arc name." His father said, both well aware of the meaning of the act.

"Ok. I, Jaune Arc, swear on my name as an Arc to protect my sister from the darkness, and the light, from the worse of man and faunuskind, from the Grimm and the monsters. That should they bring harm upon her that I will use the full extent of my power to destroy anything that would hurt her, I solemnly swear on my name as an Arc!" The boy said with a level of confidence and power that shocked both parents.

His father, a faint trail of tears, going down his face, and his mother squealed and picked up him up and crushed him against her chest. "My little boy is growing up!"

"Yeah, he is." The father said, wiping his tears away, noticing how dark it is. "It's also time we get to sleep, and this bed isn't big enough for all of us, so say goodnight to mom and Rayonner."

"I can't stay here?" The boy asked, sadly.

His father shook his head. "No, you might get them sick, if you're around Rayonner too much right now, but don't worry, Rayonner, and mom will be home with us tomorrow."

That brought a smile to the steadily growing, tired boy. "Alright, night, mom, night, Rayonner love you." He said, giving a kiss to both on the cheek and forehead.

He gestured for his dad to pick him up, which he did, and they walked out.

"Hey, dad," Jaune said to his father as they walked out of the hospital.

"Yes, Jauney?"

"I mean it. I am going to keep Rayonner safe, no matter what." The child said with all of his might, which sounded suspiciously like a yawn.

"I know Jauney, I know, and I'll keep you safe till you can keep yourself and her safe."

"Thank dad; I love you." The little boy said, drifting off to sleep in his father's warm, safe embrace.

"I love you too Jaune, so much that you cannot even imagine what I'd do to keep you safe." The boy's father said in barely a whisper to his sounds sleeping form.

[cat-in-a-fedora]

Reunion Falls

I think I found something for the reunion falls au of Gravity Falls on the original creator’s blog. The reblog and like functionalities weren’t working for some reason, and I couldn’t find it in the creator’s archive. I really like this, though, so I’m gonna put it here and give credit.

This was originally on @sailorleo, and I couldn’t reblog it for some reason.

`-i dunno, he’s like, really weirdly clingy, but when we’re together all he wants to do is talk about his band…

-dump him.

-dipper that’s the same advice you’ve given me for every boyfriend i’ve ever had

-then why don’t you ask mabel?

-fine, maybe i will. mabel, what do you-

-no actually i think dipper’s right you should dump him

-teen soos playing with baby dipper and getting all excited when he says his name

-it would work better if stan actually knew mabel was coming beforehand, but just couldn’t work up the nerve to tell dipper until the last minute. by some fluke, mabel arrives a day early, and makes contact with dipper while stan is out.

-stan tells dipper that at the time of his birth his parents weren’t expecting twins, and couldn’t afford to take care of two children at once. he only told the kid they were dead because he thought it might be easier to handle than the idea that his parents didn’t want him.

–

-what are you still doing up?

-’m makin’ a sweater for grenda. she’s bigger than me, so it’s taking longer. you had a nightmare?

-no big deal, it was just an anxiety dream.

-a what?

-it’s like a nightmare, but instead of being scary it just makes all your deepest insecurities a reality. grunkle stan says they’re the brain’s way of reminding you that life could always be worse.

-…that sounds dumb.

-yeah, well, life isn’t fair, mabel.

–

-that corduroy girl out sick today or somethin’?

-what? um, no! i was just, uh… i tripped. on a rock. a lot of rocks.

-oh c'mon, kid, you think i never got the snot kicked outta me in elementary school? i know a fist to the face when i see it. c'mere, let’s fix you up.

–

-what can i do, though? they’re all bigger than me, and if i tell the teacher i’ll just look like even more of a wimp.

-ha! if you don’t wanna look like a wimp, you should stop letting other people fight your battles for ya.

-but i can’t-

-now hold on. i know you can’t, you’ve got about as many muscles as a soggy piece of toast. but one thing i know about the world is that guys who were born bigger, stronger, and smarter are always gonna punch down. and guys like you an’ me are stuck right at the bottom like old gum. so if your wits can’t save ya, all there is to do is punch back up.

-….do you mean that metaphorically, or….

-i was wondering when i’d have to dig these old things up again! …see, kid, all I’m trying to say is, when the world fights, you gotta learn to fight back.

–

-oh, shit. we’re not getting anywhere like this.

-*gasp* dipper!!

-what??

-you just said the ’s’ word!

-so? we’re practically teenagers, mabel. we can swear.

-i have friends back home who won’t even say ‘crap’! you must be getting it from somewhere

-i don’t know what you-

-[wendy enters] AYYYYYY DICKWEEDS WHAT’S FUCKIN HAPPENING

–

-ugh, sorry about all that, man. i don’t know why robbie’s always such an asshole to you.

-you don’t think he’s like…..jealous of me, do you?

-HA! ohhhhh my god. oh my god you’re probably right.

-what, does he think I’m gonna like, steal you away? like he’s INTIMIDATED by me? …that feels kinda good, actually.

-oh man, can you imagine? dipper pines, casanova extraordinaire! refined older women such as myself just….COLLAPSING at your feet!

–

-grunkle stan, um…. where are my parents?

-uhh……….. they died.

-oh…. how did they die?

-they………………died.

–

-you know when you’re wearing just the vest without a sweater you kinda look like……. someone. it’ll come to me

–

-mabel, what did you do to the journal????

-what? you told me to pretend it was my diary!

-i said to PRETEND it was your diary, not actually use it as a diary!! you didn’t mess with the stuff inside, did you?

[cut to: a shot of the interior of the journal, filled with stickers and cute little drawings and tiny diary entries about boys and the like]

-…….nnnnnnnope.

–

-if you’re going to be a monster hunter, you’ve got to have a look.

-hey, i’ve already got THAT covered

-no, i mean a look that tells people you mean business. like what i’ve got!

-what’s more businesslike than a leopard wearing sunglasses?

-i can think of a few things. what about like, a jacket? or…. a jacket? something besides a big fluffy sweater.

-listen dip, we’ve only known each other for a few days so i’ll let you off the hook this time. but first rule of mabel? the sweater STAYS.

-ugh, fine, but you’re gonna overheat. hey, what about this? it’s big enough to wear over a sweater. and it’s got pockets!

-but does it have PERSONALITY?

-you can decorate it or whatever i don’t care.

–

-mabel, have you seen my gel?

-nope. why do you gel your hair, anyway?

-i don’t want my bangs to cover my birthmark.

-can’t you just cut them off?

-it’s part of the look.

-ohhh, the 'look’.

–

-soooooo dipper had a crush on you, huh?

-haha, yuuuuuup. he thought he was being super smooth about it too. 100% convinced i had no idea. oh shit, dude, you wanna see this valentines card he made me when he was like, seven?

-you KNOW i do!

-boom! check it. all the blackmail you’ll ever need on one piece of construction paper.

-oh my gosshhhhhhhhh…..wait,  "love, ty"?

-oh yeah, ol’ dipstick used to go by 'tyrone’ before he was dipper. just between you and me, dipper suits him better. tyrone is too cool for him.

-why’d he switch?

-dunno, really. he used to hate his birthmark, people would make fun of him for it, yknow? and then one day he just started being super cool with it. he like, reinvented his entire image around the thing. you should’ve seen him before that though, always brushing his bangs down over his forehead… well, at least he puts some effort into his appearance now.

–

-FUCK!

-KID!

-oh no.

-where’d you learn language like that?

-i… uh….

–…..wasn’t from me, was it?

-n-no! it was from…. nobody! i mean, you hear stuff around, and-

-WAHAHA! this is great! now i don’t have to keep my mouth shut around ya! and it isn’t even my fault!

–

-mabel, take out the trash

-booooooo!

-…aren’t you going to do what he said?

-sure, just as soon as i finish kicking dipper’s butt!

-i will dance on your grave, mabel.

-but…he’s your uncle. you should listen to him before he gets mad, right?

-pff, what’s ol’ stan gonna do, throw his dentures at me? (don’t tempt me, kid) half the fun of being a kid is not doing what adults tell you to do! consequences be darned.

-…paz, really, stan loves us. he’s not gonna like, hit me or anything. yikes.

–

-dipper, seriously, what the heck happened between you and gideon!

-i told you, nothing! he’s just a creep.

-oh, is THAT why he won’t stop talking about you? even on our dates! it’s WEIRD. ….you two aren’t like, exes or-

-ew, no!

-haHA! you dated gideon! gideon and dip-per sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-

-we were FRIENDS, okay?? …sort of. i dunno. it was a long time ago.

-heyoooo my drama senses are tingling! now you HAVE to tell me! deets deets deets!

-uuugggghhhhhh fine

-dipper and gideon have been rivals since childhood, but back then it was on somewhat friendlier terms. they would get each other in trouble, start fights over nothing, ruin each other’s stuff, but they would always walk away with smiles on their faces, like an unspoken pact to annoy the shit out of each other forever. but things started to change after gideon found journal 2. dipper didn’t see him around with the other kids as often. his tactics got nastier. he started “winning” more often. things came to a head after stan started teaching dipper to box. one day when dipper and wendy were hanging out together, they ran into gideon, who took the opportunity to tease them mercilessly. when he started going after wendy, dipper socked him, hard, in the nose. “i dunno. i was really mad, but i think i also just wanted to prove i was strong. wendy was always protecting me, so i wanted to protect her back.” after that point, gideon declared them mortal enemies.

-stan and wendy were definitely elated at the fact that dipper punched gideon. stan probably tried to bake him a cake.

–

DOUBLE DIPPER

“BAM! look out party, this girl’s on a mission! and that mission is to find a summer getaway friend group. woah, huddling crowd of teenagers! that’s perfect!”

-paz is talking with everyone listening when mabel interrupts her. “heyo! guess who’s here, it’s mabel, and that’s me.” “…..that’s great, sweetheart.”

-mabel is really excited to make new friends at the party, but most everyone starts hanging around pacifica. mabel tries to make friends with pacifica but paz rejects her, saying “listen, youre new so i’ll fill you in. it might seem like people like you and are interested in you because youre 'quirky’ or whatever, but you’re just a cheap novelty. around here? i’m the one who matters. nobody ignores pacifica northwest. adoring fans?” paz snaps her fingers and the crowd begins to shove mabel out of the circle until she finally falls on the empty dance floor. defeated, mabel shuffles off to the only people not part of the crowd (candy and grenda) “you too, huh?” “don’t worry. when we burn, we burn together.” paz then steps up to the mic and points at them, shouting “hey everyone, check out this adorable new attraction! it’s the reject corner!”

“aww, we don’t need this. the true merit of a partymaster is knowing how to take the party with you. this calls for an impromptu sleepover!”

-mabel offers to cheer up her new friends by ditching the party and having a sleepover instead, candy remarks that they were planning a post-party sleepover together anyway, grenda says how she stole a raunchy romance novel from her mom- wolfman bare-chest. grenda shows off that the book has a full-color illustration of gerard, candy remarks how she wants one of her own, mabel remembers that they have an old copy machine downstairs.

-“i don’t understand. i’m having fun, but i still feel this burning desire to go back downstairs and make her suffer for her crimes. crimes against friendship and partying.” “hey, i know what’ll curb that thirst for vengeance! theft! look what i stole from my mom’s bedside table!” “grenda, you wild girl! this is perfect!” “and it comes with a full-color illustration! his pecs are holographic!” *all three girls scream* “aah!! he is so rugged and brooding, i want to take him home with me and make him my trophy husband!” “ooh, i think we have an old copy machine downstairs! that way we can all keep the poster! come on girls, let’s go make our dreams a reality!”

-the girls end up bringing gerard to life because fuck the laws of reality, he emerges and says “which of you fair maidens brought me into this realm?” candy points to mabel. “girls, i think the party is back on!”

-“hey, fursuit, i don’t know if anyone told you, but this isn’t a costume party. although that would explain YOUR outfit, mabel”, gerard gets angry and tries to defend her by attacking pacifica. pacifica gets a small scratch on her arm and shrieks “are those REAL claws?!” mabel and candy struggle with gerard and finally subdue him (after he loses an arm to the punch bowl) by stuffing him into a closet. “you can come out after you learn to stop being such a butt!!” candy makes some remark about “at least we didn’t make any more!” cut to grenda either using the copy machine or already surrounded by wolf men.

-after the gerard squad starts running wild at the party, mabel gets an idea. “grenda, they’ve already like, werewolf-bonded to you, right? so if you’re in danger, they’ll come and save you!” “..i know what i have to do. hey northwest, be mean to me!” “ok, ok, just… give me a minute. ….hey circus freak, you’ve got arms like a gorilla and a voice like a wrestler, so it’s no wonder that the only boys interested in you are a bunch of wolves!” “…..pacifica, that was really mean.” “YOU TOLD ME TO!!!”

-maybe have pacifica get on the mic again so all the wolves hear her insult

-“grenda I’m sorry you have the body of an amazonian goddess and a voice like ten angels singing one direction!!” “yeah, maybe if one direction were all chain smokers.”

-the girls use this plan to lure the wolfpack into the kitchen, where there’s a sprinkler system connected to the fire alarm. the plan is that once all of the wolves are present, mabel will signal for candy to pull the alarm. however, once mabel gives the signal, it’s revealed that candy has been captured. “i’m sorry, mabel…. their pecs were just so shiny!” “i’m sorry i dragged you into this, pacifica.” “yeah, i’m sorry you dragged me into this, too.” maybe have them cowering on top of the fridge. but just when it looks like all hope is lost, the sprinklers come on anyway. it’s revealed that the first gerard was the one who pulled it, sacrificing himself to save mabel’s life.

-“you will always be in my heart, mabel pines. and i hope…..that i will be in yours…..”

-“well, pacifica, maybe now that we’ve worked together as a team, we can come away from this knowing that our fighting was petty and pointless, having gained a mutual respect.” “are you SERIOUS? all this proves is that you’re a freak, and your friends are freaks, and even though I’m gonna make sure to stay as far away from your little circle of lost causes as possible, the next time we meet? you’re going DOWN, and I’m gonna make sure EVERYONE is watching.” “……welp! i didn’t gain anything from that! maybe next time.”

-“i’m sorry that all this happened, girls. if you don’t wanna hang out with me after this, i get it.” “are you kidding? that was incredible!” “i feel like my heart is on fire! but in a good way!”

-in the aftermath, the girls (sans pacifica) burn the book. as they watch the illustration of gerard smolder, mabel solemnly says “this ends once and for all.” “….my mom’s gonna want that book back.” “once. and. for all.”

IRRATIONAL TREASURE

-pacifica overhears what the twins are trying to do and tails them, then ends up getting captured along with them

-LET ME OUT OF HERE! I AM A NORTHWEST!

-i thought we just established that doesn’t count for anything anymore.

-pacifica yells at mabel for doing something as stupid as leaving a trail of candy wrappers, dipper interrupts to ask her why she always feels the need to shut people down like that. pacifica tells him that its her duty as a woman of status to let everyone know what their place is. “orrrrrr you just feel so threatened by the idea that you’re not as well-liked as you think you are that you need to make everyone else feel bad about themselves.” “WHAT was that?” “threatened?”

-mabel gets her nerve back and yells at pacifica that why would she ever want to be liked by a stuck-up shallow primadonna like her, and throws a hunk of peanut brittle at her, freeing trembly.

-after returning to town, the twins see pacifica being berated by her parents for disappearing and getting her clothes dirty. mabel feels sorry for her and goes over to explain that oh, it was actually my fault, i was trying to uncover dirt on the northwest family and pacifica stepped up to intervene, and we got into a fight. also we totally didnt find anything to shame the northwests so you can thank pacifica for that too. the northwests then threaten to sue the pines family for hurting their daughter, but paz holds them back, saying something about how it isnt worth it to waste time on poor people like mabel.

-this is the start of mabel and pacifica’s budding friendship, and pacifica’s redemption arc

SUMMERWEEN

-hey, little man!

-oh, hey wendy! ….and robbie.

-so….. chilling in the bushes without a costume on? what’s that about?

-nah, i’d say he’s got a pretty solid 'loser’ costume lined up already.

-i’m just hanging out with mabel and her friends, i guess. this big legendary monster thing says its gonna eat us unless we collect 500 pieces of candy but y'know. no worries.

-sick, dude. and you didn’t even have to go out and find this thing yourself? your sis must be like, a monster magnet.

-yeah, she…really is.

-well, i’d help you with the mission if i could, but i’ve got this whole 'aloof teenager’ thing to keep up, yknow? no trick-or-treating for these old bones. but I’ve got a few extra sweets in my purse if you need some more handouts! we can go find mabel, and-

-NO! i-i mean… no, don’t find her, its ok, i got it, give it to me.

-woah, chill out, you little freak! you’re not HIDING from her, are you? …is everything ok? and don’t say it is, because nobody sweats that much when everything’s ok. not even you.

-……i dunno, it’s like, i don’t mind having her around, but we’re always together and she wants us to do all these “twin” things now and I’m just not sure I’m ready for it yet.

-yeah, i getcha. its gotta be a lot to take in. hey, if you need somewhere to decompress after this whole candy deathmatch thing is over, tambry’s throwing a party at her house in a few. text me when you’re free?

-just try not to dork up the place if you show.

-robbie, if you don’t lay off I’m gonna punch you in the dick.

-i just….. twins are supposed to have this special bond, y'know? like a mind meld or something. and i just feel like i’ve missed so much. things could've….should’ve been different. and i came here because i wanted to make things the way they were supposed to be. i thought like, maybe if we were together we could pretend that its the way things always were and everything was ok. but i cant. its not.

-yeah, i… i’m sorry, mabel. everything just happened so fast, and i couldn’t handle it, and i avoided thinking about it, and….i ended up avoiding you, too. i’ve been kind of a crummy brother so far, huh?

-no, no, i get it…. i’m weird, and this is weird, and you’re one of those weird people who likes to be by yourself. and i understand if you don’t want to be siblings. but… can we at least be friends?

-i don’t see why we can’t be both.

TOURIST TRAPPED

-hey, mabel, i was wondering, uh…… how did our parents die?

-woah, what? they’re not dead! are they?? you’re freaking me out, dipper!

-'sup, hambone?

-oh, hey….. soos, right?

-you got it, lil’ dude! so, what’s eating you? besides the mosquitos anyway. nice, good one soos.

-soos, have you ever tried to do something that you thought would make everyone really happy, but instead it just blows up in your face and everything is awful and it’s all your fault?

-story of my life, dude. probably not on this scale though. just a minor everyday occurrence.

-they probably hate me, don’t they?

-what? no way! i just met you a few hours ago and i can already tell you’re like the least hateable dude I’ve ever met. you’re like if they found a way to combine a smiling puppy with an anime fairy princess.

-but i ruined everything!! that’s what they’ll call me in the history books. mabel, queen of ruining everything. everyone was fine until i got here.

-it’s not your fault, dude. mr. pines had to tell dipper at some point. and dude, if it makes you feel any better, i am PSYCHED to have you here. i was telling customers about it all day!

-thanks, soos, but…. i should probably just go home. maybe if I’m gone dipper and stan can just forget this ever happened and go back to normal.

-you kidding, dog? nothing’s ever normal around here. i know this is like, a huge bombshell, but dipper and stan love each other. they’ll work it out. …hey, my brain just came up with a totally neato idea! why don’t we pitch a tent and have a sleepover out here under the stars? we could swap stories, eat raw marshmallows, and if you still want to go home tomorrow morning you can.

-….only if you’ll try to throw the marshmallows into my mouth with your eyes closed.

-deal.

-hey, mom. yeah i got here ok! it’s great, the woods around here are so cool and mysterious! oh, and i met this really cute guy but he turned out to be a bunch of gnomes under a hoodie. i know!! wild, right!

-h-hey mabel….can i….talk to them?

-…oh, mom, dipper wants to talk to you. is that ok?

-….hi, mo- ..mrs pines. it’s dipper.

-“oh, you must be the friend mabel was talking about! she was so excited to meet you! i hope you two are having fun!”

-yeah, it's…. it’s good to have her here.

-“are you all right, dear? you’re sniffling.”

-yeah, i’ve just got a cold. it’s ok.

THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE MABEL

-mabel sees a commercial for the tent of telepathy on tv and gets excited, pulling dipper over to see the famous “psychic”. dipper is annoyed at best and just groans, expositing that he and gideon have been rivals since they were little. he says he’s been trying to catch gideon in the act of something, ANYTHING, for as long as he can remember, and now with the help of mabel’s journal he’s devised a new theory: that gideon might actually be a vampire! he’s always coated in lotion, has stark white hair, speaks like an old southern man, and it might also explain his psychic powers. but dipper isn’t allowed in the tent of telepathy anymore, and he hasn’t been able to get close to gideon in his personal life. mabel offers to go investigate in dipper’s place, but he warns her that it’s not worth it and gideon is a “creep”, offhandedly mentioning that mabel probably doesn’t have the investigative skills necessary to crack the case on her own. determined to prove herself, mabel goes anyway, in “disguise” as a journalist so she can ask gideon questions when the show is over. during the questioning gideon becomes enamored with her, and when mabel asks if he’s a vampire he flirts around the issue, suggesting that he is simply to win mabel over. it works, and she agrees to go on a date with him.

-mabel takes notes on gideon’s mannerisms in the journal while on dates

-over time, gideon begins to reveal his true colors, and mabel realizes that dating a supposed vampire doesn’t really make up for gideon’s behavior.

-actually i changed my mind about the vampire plot, probably dipper just tries to keep mabel away from gideon because of their checkered past together

BOYZ CRAZY

“….can i confess something?”

“yeah, of course.”

“I’ve never like….. LIKED anyone. I’ve dated plenty of guys, and even a couple girls, but i don’t think i felt what i was supposed to be feeling for any of them. i thought that eventually if i went out with enough people, i would start to like at least one of them, but…. i dunno. I’m starting to think that i’ll never fall in love. maybe i CANT fall in love.”

“well… that’s not the end of the world! love kinda. sucks. especially when someone doesn’t like you back.”

“ugh, that’s what I’ve been doing to all these people! for years! i suck. i keep trying to be like everyone else, but i just end up pushing people away. I’ve lost so many friends…”

“hey, it’s not your fault. robbie’s a turd, you know that.”

“yeah, i guess you’re right… i dunno, you ever feel like there’s something, like, fundamentally wrong with you? like something fucked up in the womb and now you can’t ever be a normal person?”

[dipper pulls up his shirt slightly, looking at his binder]

“yeah. i do”

DREAMSCAPERERS

bill: I WAS WONDERING WHEN I’D RUN INTO YOU! QUESTION MARK, SHOOTING STAR…. AND DIPPER OF COURSE!

mabel: whoa, hey, how come soos and i get special names, but not dipper? that’s not fair!

dipper: uh, mabel, that’s not really-

bill: THAT IS HIS SPECIAL NAME, KID! ALWAYS HAS BEEN. HE JUST ADOPTED IT A LITTLE EARLY IS ALL.

dipper: wait, what?. you…you were the one in my dreams? all this time, it was YOU?

-new scene-

dipper: it’s just… the name was a big part of my like, identity, yknow? i thought it was so cool and special and for the first time in my life i was starting to feel NOT like a freak. i thought i was being cool but i was just doing exactly what bill wanted! [pulls his jacket over his head] aaaargh, what have i been doing all this time?!

mabel: di- …..bro, listen to me. your whole like, supreme tough guy monster hunter thing? it’s PRETTY silly. but that’s what i like about it! it’s all you, and you own it! and nobody chose to make you like that but you! and you didnt choose the name dipper because bill told you to, right? that was still all you. so, i don’t know. even if the guy who made it up turned out to be kiiiiiiind of a major jerk i dont think that means all of that is ruined forever. and if you stop going by dipper i’m going to have to start going by shooting star as revenge. star for short!

dipper: ….i think i like you as mabel better.

mabel: aww no, i was already getting used to it! star sounds like the name of a princess, doesnt it? or a galactic warrior!

-BUT DON’T YOU WORRY YOUR GEL-COVERED LITTLE HEAD, KID! I WON’T BE BOTHERING YOU LIKE THAT AGAIN. YOU’VE PROVEN YOURSELF TO BE EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTING AND USELESS. CONGRATS.

SCARY-OKE

-in this case obviously dipper wouldn’t want the agents around, since stan has taught him better than that.

-dipper decides that he’s finally ready to talk to his birth parents over the phone, but when he does they insist that they never had twins and mabel has always been an only child, and he realizes they don’t know who he is. everything he knows is once again called into question.

-mabel tries to get the agents’ help in figuring out the mystery behind dipper’s birth and proving that the two of them are siblings

-maybe dipper raises the dead as a way to threaten stan? like, oh you’re so afraid of the supernatural, what if i do this

-or mabel tries to lure the agents back to the shack by creating a supernatural disaster, like oh, say, zombies

-stan finally admits, with zombies breaking down the door, that he got mixed up with the supernatural and made some very bad decisions, although he isn’t specific about what happened. he relinquishes that he kept the truth from dipper all these years not for his sake, but because he couldn’t bear to admit that he was responsible for separating dipper from the family he should’ve grown up with.

THE GOLF WAR

-mabel and pacifica run into each other at the mini golf course, and after watching mabel sink the winning shot pacifica realizes she has feelings for her. furious with herself for developing a crush on somebody like mabel, pacifica challenges her to a rematch and vows to destroy her.

-dipper and stan are worried about pacifica’s behavior, but mabel assures them that she probably just wants a little one-on-one game and had to disguise it as a fight to the death since her parents were with her.

-pacifica gets to the golf course early to get some extra practice in, discovers the lilliputtians, and decides to use them to win against mabel, convinced that if she proves to herself that she’s better then her crush will go away.

-mabel becomes concerned with pacifica’s attitude and worried that she’s gone back to her old ways, bribing somebody to help her cheat. eventually she’s captured and tied up, and pacifica has to save her.

-in the aftermath, pacifica can’t stomach apologizing, so mabel does it for her. “hold on, dip. i think i know what’s going on here.” “what? no. you definitely don’t. whatever you’re about to say about me is completely and totally wrong.” “so i just want to let you know, pacifica…. it’s ok. i understand.” “understand what there’s nothing to understand” “yes there is! and i’ve felt that way before, too. even about you sometimes.” “wh…..huh? you have?” “yeah! all that pressure to compete really gets to you sometimes. but just because i beat you at something it doesn’t mean that you’re any less cool than you were before., ok? so i don’t want you to feel like you have to prove that!” “oh. yeah. yeah, that. yeah.” [awkward pause] “soooo…. you don’t hate me?” “of course not!” “ok good. that’s like, good to know. i don’t hate you either.”

-theyre playing truth or dare and mabel dares dipper to hold candy’s hand for the rest of the night

-mabifica bullshit: 'let me see those beautiful eyes’, holding hands post-confession in nmm, arguing about whether or not to run off into the woods together at night

THE LOVE GOD

-during a conversation with wendy, dipper casually mentions that he’d like a girlfriend. mabel overhears and decides to try and pair him up with someone. she enlists the help of candy and grenda for this secret mission, but notices that candy seems uncomfortable with it. eventually she admits that she’s had a crush on dipper for a while, and mabel is ecstatic. she conspires to set them up on a date at the woodstick festival. candy makes mabel promise not to tell dipper, but of course she can’t keep her mouth shut and blurts it out while the two are having breakfast at the diner. mabel expects dipper to leap at the chance, but instead he just feels awkward. he tells mabel that although he likes candy and thinks she’s great, he’s never thought of her like that. mabel urges him to give her a chance, but dipper argues that it will end badly. he spots candy nearby, freaks out, and runs for cover. it’s at this point that mabel meets the love god.

NORTHWEST MANSION MYSTERY

-“….and grenda can take a hit pretty well so she’d be the best choice for a distraction while i spray 'em with the anointed water from behind, but we might need pacifica to-”

“actually, dip, i was gonna ask if i could handle this one on my own.”

“what? why? we don’t know how powerful this ghost is!”

“because i, the wonderful mabel pines, am going to confess my love for pacifica tonight!”

“you only realized you liked her two days ago!”

“exactly! no time to waste when romance is afoot!”

“you don’t even know if pacifica LIKES girls!”

“well i don’t know if she likes BOYS either. she always seemed kinda indifferent to-

"even if she does, what if she doesn’t like you back? and you know what her parents are like, they probably wouldn’t want her dating another girl anyway…”

“why do you always have to shoot me down like this”

“…..i’m sorry, mabel… i just don’t want you to get hurt again.”

-“we did it!” “haha, yes!!”

-(internally) “this is the perfect moment, mabel, just go for it!”

-“umm, pacifica? now that we just beat this big scary ghostman together, there’s something i wanted to-”

-“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, FOOLISH CHILD”

-“….on second thought, I’m gonna go exorcise screamsville here first.”

-“that’s probably a good idea”

-{“WITCH! SERVANT OF EVIL!”}

-“i’m sorry. i didn’t want you to know this about me.”

-“ok, so, your family’s gotten mixed up in some bad stuff, that doesn’t mean-”

-“no, it does. you’ve always been so nice to me, and i never did anything to deserve it… hanging out with you, and dipper, and everyone, hanging around the shack….i started to realize that this isn’t normal. my parents aren't……normal. and now I’m just so scared that no matter what i do, i’ll end up just like them.”

-“….pacifica. i know you. your outsides may be crusted over with gold coins and expensive body lotion and hairspray, but your insides are made of bubbles and kitten kisses and rainbow dolphins high-fiving each other. your parents are a couple of stinky poo-heads inside and out and you’re not anything like them.”

[pacifica, crying, kisses her]

-“oh no. this was a mistake. I’m leaving.”

-“pacifICA WAIT”

-“what would you say if i said i was in love with you?”

-“i’d say you only wanted me for my money”

-“oh pacifica, your heart is gold enough to last me a lifetime!”

-“shhhhhpsshh stop!!”

-[mabel kisses her on the cheek]

-“no but really stop i don’t want my parents to see”

-“ohhh yeah sorry”

THE LAST MABELCORN

-things start out much like they do in canon, but when mabel meets the unicorn and it tells her that she’s not pure of heart she jumps to the conclusion that bill has “tainted” her in some way by taking over her body. the abuse metaphors here are obvious. she sadly returns home and begs ford to help her in some way, and he takes her down to his study. meanwhile, dipper sets back out with the girls in mabel’s place.

-“…..but it wasn’t me….” “what?” “i…..i have to go.” “mabel, wait!”

have it so like, she’s not necessarily visibly distraught when she talks to ford, or even to her friends, but more determined to “fix” herself, hiding the worry that she’s a bad person beneath her insistence that it must be bill’s fault.

“GRUNKLE FORD! bill gunked up my soul and i need you to fix it so i can be pure of heart again!” “…mabel…” “please please please PLEEEAASE!”

-“no offense, but you break the law daily, you two have kind of a…. mutual violent streak, and you……” “don’t say anything.” “and if being involved with bill really did disqualify mabel, then I’ve been doomed for years.” “you’re also not a 'maiden.’” “good point.”

-“man, this is bullshit.” “i know. how are we gonna find someone more pure than mabel?” “no, i mean. the game’s rigged. nobody’s completely 'pure of heart’ or whatever, and how do you even measure that? that glitter-snorting poser doesn’t ever have to give up the goods because she’s asking for something that doesn’t exist.” “…so how do we get the hair?” “well, i say if princess unattainabelle back there doesn’t wanna play fair, we shouldn’t have to either. alright, kids, who’s ready to add a few more bad deeds to the naughty list?” “YEAH!”

-meanwhile, mabel’s mind begins to be encoded. “i can’t undo what’s already been done, mabel. but i can make it a lot harder for bill to hurt you again.”

-mabel’s thoughts: “do you a favor” “have craz and xyler ever kissed?” “adopt every kitten in the world” “PACIFICA PACIFICA PACIFICA”

-mabel ends up putting the helmet on ford because she starts to have intrusive thoughts worrying that he could be possessed by bill, and she decides that proving herself wrong would put them to rest. “ugh, shut UP, brain! this is why we don’t talk anymore.”

-when mabel reads his thoughts, she freaks out and, unlike dipper, actually succeeds in hitting ford with the memory gun. he’s knocked to the ground and she approaches him cautiously as he rises back to his feet. when he explains that he’s not bill and the gun didn’t work anyway, mabel starts crying and hugs him. “its ok, mabel. you did the right thing. when dealing with an enemy like bill, you can’t fully trust anyone, not even the people closest to you. …maybe if i’d known that when i was younger, we wouldn’t be in this mess now.”

-“….i’m a bad person.” “oh come on, you don’t still believe that unicorn, do you? i thought dipper told you she was full of it.” “no, i… did something really bad today. i thought bill did something to gunk up my heart but it was really just me all along.” “wow, what did you do?” “nn. you’d hate me if i told you.” “mabel, you could kill a dog in front of me and i wouldn’t hate you. and if you don’t tell me i’ll just assume the worst.” “i AM the worst.” “ohhhh my god. …..ok, let’s say that bill did break your soul for all eternity or whatever. so what? you’re still my girlfriend. and in case you haven’t noticed, i’m pretty messed up too.”

ROADSIDE ATTRACTION

-“aww, come on! think about it…. just us girls, alone under the stars…” “eww, fine! i’ll come if you stop being gross”

-“i can’t believe my own sister got a girlfriend before me!”

-“romance ain’t a contest, kid.”

-“…yeah, you’re probably r-”

-“just kidding its definitely a contest. one you’re losing.”

-“he was… flirting with me! i think he actually likes me back!”

-“AAAAAAAAA!!” “get it, girl!” “candy wins!” “i wouldn’t get your hopes up, chiu. he’s probably just being a tool.”

-“pacifica, how could you?” “why must you deny true love?” “hey, dipper’s my friend and i think he’s great, but he sucks. I’m just being realistic.”

-“oh, no. i think i just agreed to take candy out on a date.”

-“….aaaaand do you LIKE her?”

-“well, yeah…………….as a fr-”

-“UGGGGGHHHHHH I KNEW IT. listen, 'dopper’, you got yourself into this mess, and its not up to me to help get you out. you deserve it for toying with a woman’s feelings, anyway.”

“candy…. saved my life. even after i broke her heart. she’s so cool…………………………………oh, SHIT.”

-“it’s ok, dipper. if dating pacifica has taught me anything, its that the way to a woman’s heart is through emotional angst and near-death experiences. and we get those every day!”

-“you deserve this and i have no sympathy for you.”

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DIPPER AND MABEL VS THE FUTURE

same basic setup, with mabel hitting up all her friends for party plans, but the focus is on having to return home without all the friends she’s made rather than anxiety about growing up (although that’s still a factor). in addition to discovering candy and grenda won’t be around, she also finds that pacifica’s parents are becoming suspicious of her frequent outings so she’s trying to lay low for a little while, so she won’t be able to hang out for the last week of summer.

ford invites dip along for the alien hunt, and doesn’t exactly offer dipper the chance to be his apprentice, but is impressed with his adventuring skills and the fact that dipper has been training in the art of mystery solving for years. au dipper is quite a bit braver than canon dipper after all, and quicker to spring into action right after ford. theres still a bit of hesitation involved, and when ford praises him for his courage, he laughs and remarks that mabel would’ve jumped right away without any thought. ford then confides in dipper that although mabel uses her heart before her head, he can still see how scared she is inside and thinks it would be best for mabel to return home and cease connection with gravity falls, because he’s seen first-hand how much bill has hurt her already and he doesn’t want it to get any worse. he also tells dipper that he can tell mabel’s heart isn’t in any kind of study or quest for knowledge like he is, she’s just a kid having fun, and he can tell that its mostly because she wants to impress dipper and it might be better for her to focus her energy on her own interests, which can’t happen if she stays in gravity falls. dipper reluctantly agrees, saying that he’s always sort of worried about the same thing. of course, this is the part that mabel hears over the walkie-talkie.

for all that mabel and ford’s relationship is better, he still sees her as a child while he sees dipper as more of an equal. he warns dipper that letting mabel become dependent on him, or he on her, is a bad idea, because one day they’re going to have to go their separate ways, and mabel might not be able to handle it (implying that she’ll do something drastic to keep him around, like stan did to him).

theres a scene midway through the episode of pacifica sulking on her bed, hugging a pillow to her face. her mother’s voice calls her for dinner from downstairs, and she groans and gets up. looking in the mirror, she realizes her mascara has run and she scoffs and rubs at her eyes. when she opens them up again, the mirror is full of eyes. “something wrong, blondie?” it cuts off there

after mabel runs away into the woods at the end of the episode, pacifica emerges from the bushes in her full incognito gear, saying she came to warn her about bill. that bill tried to make a deal with her but she refused everything he offered, and that he’s getting desperate and is going to try again with someone else, probably before the summer ends. she tells mabel that if neither of their families want them, they’ll run away, out of gravity falls, together. when mabel realizes she has the rift, she groans, annoyed that she has to go back home and return it. but pacifica insists that this actually makes the plan better, that if they leave gravity falls with the rift it can be kept safer… and that, maybe it would be better if pacifica held onto it, since bill is targeting mabel. mabel agrees and hands it over…. at which point pacifica takes a moment to admire it, and then smashes it to the ground. she laughs, takes off her sunglasses, and is revealed to have been possessed by bill. then the world ends.

WEIRDMAGEDDON 1

-after ford is captured, dipper runs into grenda, as in literally runs into her, while she’s attempting to chase a monster in process of carrying off candy. the two travel together for the next three days, finally deciding to explore the mall in search of mabel and the others. on the way there, though, the two are ambushed by bill’s lackeys. before the fight can begin, grenda tosses dipper out of harm’s way and shouts for him to go on without her while she holds off the monsters. dipper reluctantly escapes, leaving grenda to an ambiguous fate.

-during that time, candy finds pacifica huddled in a pile of rubble, and urges her to come help find the others, but she’s reluctant. “look, mabel’s not here anymore, alright?! she’s gone. bill got her. so you can stop pretending to like me.” “candy does not pretend. not when it comes to friendship.” “….if you just left me here, nobody would have to know.” “on your feet, northwest.”

“augh, my poor hair… it’s got like, twigs and shit in it.” “do you want me to cut it off?” “what? no. why would i do that.” “it’s a symbol! in stories, girls cut off their long hair when they are going on journeys and breaking free, leaving the past behind… it is cool and majestic and– pacifica, YOU should cut off MY hair!” “wait, seriously? …ok, whatever, fine, do your weird impulsive nerd thing. you got any like, scissors?” “let me see….. six, seven, eight pairs! i also have a knife.” “candy, what the fuck.”

-dipper finds wendy, pacifica, and candy all hiding together in the mall. dipper is surprised and relieved to find that candy is safe and she talks about how she bit the monster’s hand to get it to free her, proudly revealing that one of her teeth has turned completely red as a result. dipper admits what happened to grenda, and while pacifica and wendy look worried, candy remains adamant that she’s strong and will be all right. hesitantly, dipper asks if any of them have seen mabel. the room goes quiet, and pacifica confesses what happened, that bill came to her and threatened to possess and torture mabel again if she didn’t let him use her body. she thought that if she agreed, she’d become a ghost like mabel did and be able to use a puppet as a vessel in time to warn somebody. instead she simply blacked out, and when she came to she was just in time to see mabel being sealed in a bubble and taken away.

-at some point pacifica confesses to dipper that bill never threatened to hurt mabel. she made the deal willingly because he promised her that mabel would be able to stay in gravity falls if she let him borrow her body, and she was just so scared of losing her, and everyone.

-candy’s arm is broken in the car chase and ensuing wreck against gideon’s crew. in the aftermath, pacifica uses the remains of her jacket to make a sling.

ESCAPE FROM REALITY

mabeland is nearly the same as in canon, though maybe with some minor alterations to reflect the events of the summer. dippy fresh is replaced by a series of “dream dippers”, versions of dipper that mabel had imagined he might be like before actually meeting him. most are unrealistically cool, but one in particular is just someone who would be the ideal brother, always looking out for her and wanting to be with her. in the end of course, mabel has to look at all of this and decide that real dipper is the one she wants. (theres also a fake pacifica who shares all of mabel’s interests and is hopelessly in love with her, always flirting and offering romantic gestures, but without any of the sass and personality that make her who she is. pacifica ends up snapping her neck.)

mabel introduces the dream dippers one by one like they’re contestants on a game show, but one spot is left empty. dipper asks who it’s for, to which mabel nervously replies that it’s more convenient to have something extra just in case. later on, in the wilderness of mabeland, dipper overhears mabel talking to someone. “i don’t understand. everyone can finally be happy here. wendy can break all the rules she wants and never get in trouble, candy can be herself without people making fun of her, pacifica can get away from her parents, and dipper…. well maybe i can understand why HE wants to leave, since he apparently doesn’t want to deal with me….” suddenly, dipper hears his own voice reassuring her that everything will be alright, and he’ll stay by her side forever, that the summer never has to end. she says “do you really mean that?” to which he replies “of course. you know i’m the best brother ever.” the voice is revealed to be perfect, ideal brother dipper.

crushed by this, dipper retreats to the pond, where instead of being approached by wendy he’s approached by candy. she sits down and asks him what’s wrong, and he tells her how awful he feels that he couldn’t have done better for mabel. she assures him that he’s a wonderful person, and mabel’s being silly for not wanting someone like him as a brother. she then tells him that she was being silly for being mad at him, too, that she’s realized he was right all along, and she should’ve forgiven him earlier. “really? …'cause i was totally with you on the whole 'i was a jerk’ thing.” then candy ups the ante, going on to talk about how oh, he’s so much smarter and braver than her, and she was just upset because she thought she stood a chance with him, but she’s such a loser, she could never- dipper stops her there, worried. he continues to insist that it was his fault, he WAS being an asshole, and he should’ve apologized to her a long time ago, but he was nervous “because…. i DO like you, candy. like, like-like you.” he tells her to stop berating herself, that he likes her because she doesn’t let anybody change how weird she is and that she’s not acting like…. herself. it’s at that moment that he realizes what’s going on. as “candy” begins dissolving into bugs, a fist collides with her head and she explodes. its revealed to be grenda, who managed to find her way in because “the door was unlocked.”

when it comes to the trial, mabel’s memories are similarly flipped through, but instead of having a twin to be there in her time of need, she had nobody. she’s never had anybody like that until she met dipper.

TAKE BACK THE FALLS

-candy and grenda’s symbol is a disco ball. “…and this one could mean a person who can see the fun in any situation! or just a party animal.” “hey, that’s me!” “that’s me too!” “it’s both of us!! SYMBOL SISTERS!!!” [grenda lifts candy up onto her shoulders and they each take a hand, candy on her right side since her left arm is broken and grenda on the left]

-“we’re proud of you, daughter. saving the world will be perfect for salvaging our reputation! i still think those pines kids are a bit of a bad influence on you, though.”

-“oh YEAH? how’s THIS for a bad influence?!” [she pulls mabel into a passionate kiss] “news flash, dad! your perfect daughter’s a big fat gross lesbian! and when i grow up I’m gonna marry this riffraff right here, and change my name to pines too!! so DEAL WITH IT!!!”

stan still loses his memory as he did in canon, but dipper is the most visibly distraught and won’t stop begging him to remember. he tells him how even though they fought a lot over that summer, he loves him so much and he’d never ask for a better grunkle. he desperately tries to jog his memory with baby pictures, but they need to trigger more immediate memories first.

the solution for mabel to stay in gravity falls would be to fabricate a lie that dipper is ford’s grandson, ford being the twin that faked his own death to escape a life on the run, but they’ve just come back to reconnect with the family (since dipper lost his parents apparently), and mabel didn’t want to tell her parents at first because she was afraid they wouldn’t want her staying with an estranged family member/ex-con. but she’s made so many great friends and she loves this town and wants to stay with her “cousin”.

while the northwests go house hunting, mabel invites pacifica to stay at the shack until they can find a new home.

rather than leaving for a new adventure, ford and stan decide to stay at the shack and rest for a while, just settle into their new family dynamic. soos, melody, and abuelita all still move in, and so the house is renovated to make room for the huge family.

with the journals destroyed, the mystery squad now has to start from square one…. but dipper tells mabel that she doesn’t have to do anything to impress him anymore. that he’s ready to try just being a kid again.

[logicalbookthief]

will you take this babe to be your only

"It’s all yours, Eds," he says, batting his eyes at Eddie’s glare. "On one condition."

He drops to his knee, just like they do in the movies. His lips make a wet, smacking sound as he kisses the back of Eddie’s hand, grin unrepentant.

"Make me the happiest man in the seventh grade?"

OR: Five times Richie proposed to Eddie as a joke and the one time he was serious. Based on THIS amazing, adorable reddie art by @faiyx. Title from “Let’s Get Married” by Bleachers.

Link to ao3

Richie saunters over to friends – specifically over to Eddie, who’s giving Stan and Bill a wide berth as they fiddle with Bill’s bike. But Eddie catches the glint of his ringpop in the sun and crowds him instantly.

"Hey! Where’s mine?"

"Sorry, Eds. Only one left." He is sorry for that; Richie meant to buy one for Eddie, too. He is decidedly less sorry for the reaction he knows his counter-offer will induce. "Tell you what, I’ll share."

"Gross!" Eddie reddens with his signature disgust. "I don’t want your spit. Who knows what germs you’re carrying! Flu, strep, halitosis–"

"You can’t spread halitosis," Stan interrupts. Eddie shoots him a look that is both confused and scathing.

It’s kind of cute, actually. The furrowed brow, the tightening around his lips. Everything Eddie does is at least kind of cute. Even when he’s trying to connive Richie out of his candy.

"C’mon, Rich. Red’s my favorite flavor."

"Red isn’t a flavor."

"You know what I mean, dipshit."

"Eds, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Richie tuts. "Or does she save all the lip-action for me?"

"Shut up! You’re so fucking gross.” Eddie scowls, making a lunge for Richie’s arm. He’s got a couple inches on Eddie, and it’s way too easy to hold the ring out of reach, so Eddie has to jump for it.

Richie could tease Eddie like this all day, but an idea strikes, and oh, he can’t resist.

"Okay, you’ve convinced me. It’s all yours, Eds," he says, batting his eyes at Eddie’s glare. "On one condition."

He drops to his knee, just liken they do in the movies. His lips make a wet, smacking sound as he kisses the back of Eddie’s hand, grin unrepentant.

"Make me the happiest man in seventh grade?"

Eddie sputters, his cheeks a hot, fluorescent pink. Too deer-in-the-headlights to even freak over the germs from Richie’s saliva.

"Our Eddie could do better," Stan shouts. Richie yelps in offense.

"Take that back, Stanflakes!"

While he’s distracted, Eddie swipes the ringpop and sticks it in mouth. All smug, completely unrepentant. Richie would be annoyed, if his stomach wasn’t twisted in  fluttery knots all of a sudden.

Weird. Maybe he should lay off the candy, after all.

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"Expert quarry-diver, Richard Tozier, will now attempt his triple back-splash bellyflop." Richie clears his throat of the British voice, the tips of his toes dangling over the edge of the cliff. He bends to a diving pose, sticking his butt towards his audience.

"Would you be careful?" Eddie nags. "Do you know the statistics of water-related injury among kids our age?"

"Do you know the statistics of virgins who quote statistics all the time?" Richie mimics Eddie’s high-pitched tone, chuckling at how huffy he gets. "Lighten up, Eds."

Mike peers over his shoulder. "It is a pretty big fall."

Richie snorts. "Not as big as my–"

His foot slips, careening back into nothing. The last thing he sees before he plummets is Eddie, seized by terror.

As far as last sights go, it isn’t so bad.

He slams against the water, hard. The impact punches the air out of his lungs. He sinks for a bit, dazed by pain, until the tightness in his chest becomes almost unbearable.

Disoriented, Richie flails his arms, aiming for the surface but going nowhere. His lungs have started to ache with urgency when he’s grabbed under the arms. They breach the surface, gulping in a glorious burst of oxygen, and finally, he’s set on land. He gasps, water sluicing past his lips, tasting all the nasty shit Eddie claims is in there.

Eddie.

"Eddie," he croaks, his vision blurry. He must’ve lost his glasses.

"You idiot," Eddie screeches. Wetness clings to his lashes. Richie suspects it isn’t from the quarry yet doesn’t dare voice this aloud. “I told you, I told you to be careful, and what did you do!? You could’ve broken your neck!"

"Or my huge dick,” Richie coughs, as his glasses are shoved back onto his face. He looks up to see Stan rolling his eyes.

"Besides his brain, is anything broken?”

"Dr. K doesn’t think so," says Ben, smiling in relief. "He jumped in after you, then Bill and I, and we swam you to shore."

"My hero," Richie sing-songs. He grins at his savior. "Marry me, Eds?"

"Pull that shit again and I'll let you drown," Eddie promises, though it's sort of undermined by how he's still hovering over Richie. Clingy Eddie is a worried Eddie, and selfishly, Richie likes it.

"You’ll have a helluva bruise," Bev remarks, poking at his skin.

"I’ve only seen people fall that way in cartoons," Mike exclaims.

Stan guffaws. "You dropped like Wile E. Coyote."

"Idiot," Eddie repeats. He hasn’t let go of Richie’s wrist, the point of contact burning so hot it may as well be imprinted on his skin. “Next time, you better listen to me.”

Richie beams. "Of course. What would I do without you, Eds?"

"Die, apparently," says Bill, and Richie laughs so hard water spurts out of his nose.

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It’s the dead of night when Richie climbs through Eddie’s window, but the motions are so familiar, he could probably do it blind. He’s walked the distance from his house to the Kaspbrak’s so many times he could tell you the exact amount of steps it takes from his room to Eddie’s front door.

The excursions used to be a necessity, considering how frequently his mom would keep him home from school, and how she refused to let any of them visit Eddie when they brought his homework. Ever since Eddie put his foot down over the gazebos, he hadn’t missed nearly as much, until about a week ago.

A few days of absence is tolerable, though by no means enjoyable for Richie. A week is his absolute limit.

He slides the window open and slips inside. The room’s empty, except for a nest of blankets on the bed. Richie frowns, scanning for signs of life. Then the nest shifts, and he hears a sniffle.

"Rich?" Eddie pokes his head out of the cocoon. "What’re you doing here?"

Maybe it’s that he figured this was a case of Mrs. K’s smothering, but he isn’t prepared for the sight of Eddie: cheeks flushed, hair rumpled, his voice a sore-sounding whisper. "You really are sick, huh," says Richie, dumbly.

Eddie scoffs, a cough wracking his whole body. "No, I quarantined myself for fun! I love the smell of stale air and Vicks vapor rub."

"Geez, if you’re gonna be a dick, I’ll take my care-package and go," Richie turns on his heel, as if to leave.

Fingers curl around his arm, stronger than he expected. Richie cuts to Eddie’s eyes, wide and vulnerable. "Please don’t go."

"Eds, hey," Richie says gently. He cards his fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling like an ass. "I was kidding."

Shakily, Eddie nods. "No, it’s okay... I forgot how it was, you know? Being hold up in my room, all by myself, because I’m sick." He swallows, drawing out a wince. "It’s..."

Lonely. Eddie doesn’t have to say it for Richie to read him loud and clear. And who wouldn’t be, trapped in a dark house with only Mrs. K and her soaps for company?

If he wasn’t just some punk teen with two bucks to his name, he’d take Eddie away from this – this prison of a room, with his mom as warden; this shithole town, with all its shake and secrets – in a heartbeat.

"Marry me," he blurts. Eddie blinks at him.

So you’ll never be alone, is what he means. What he says is, "That way if you die, I’ll get your comics."

"Fuck you," Eddie rasps. It sounds more like fug you. Richie snickers.

"You’re cute when you’re congested. I can’t take anything you say seriously."

"Why don’t you put your mouth to good use for once," Eddie grumbles, and slaps a comic into Richie’s palm. "My eyes are too watery to read."

Richie grins and does as he’s told. Probably the only instance Eddie doesn’t complain about his voices are when he reads aloud; even when they were little kids, Eddie would sit entranced, saying he was the best storyteller.. He attempts to keep the volume low, even though there’s a 90% percent chance Mrs. Kaspbrak is already passed out with a bottle of Chardonnay.

After a while, Eddie starts to doze against his shoulder, and even Richie can’t hold his eyes open much longer. He may as well spend the night; as long as he skedaddles before breakfast, Mrs. K will be none-the-wiser.

"Move over," Richie orders, slipping under the covers. They’re all elbows and knees, yet still skinny enough to fit together in the bed. It’s narrow, though. The fit is tight. His heart’s fluttering so loudly he hopes Eddie’s ears are congested, too.

"I’ll get you sick," Eddie frets. A tidal wave of affection rushes over Richie, because the concern is I’m infectious stay away, not ew, get away from me, you fag.

He dreads the day they’ll be too old, or it’ll be too gay, for Richie to sneak into his room and share his bed. So he savors it while he has it, this closeness. Shuffles their positions until his chin is tucked over Eddie’s shoulder, his chest pressed against Richie’s front.

"There," he says, grateful they’re no longer facing each other, so Eddie can’t see the flush on his cheeks. "Now you can’t breathe on me."

Eddie shivers against the cool gust of air over his neck, or maybe he’s feverish, curling back against Richie in search of warmth. Emboldened, Richie throws an arm over his middle, slotting them together. For Richie, it’s like a piece of himself falling into place.

Tomorrow he’ll complain about Eddie’s hideous morning breath and be kicked for his trouble. Tonight he drifts off to the hiss of Eddie’s breaths and is thankful for every wheeze.

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"Jesus, Rich. Those things will rot your lungs before you’re forty."

Eddie grunts when he spies Richie, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. The glow is unmistakable in the low-lighting of Derry’s school halls.

Richie takes a long, exaggerated drag. "Yeah, yeah, so you’ve told me. A gazillion times."

"You survived an evil sewer clown just to kill yourself with cigarettes?" Eddie makes his bitchiest face.

"When you put it that way," Richie mutters, stubbing it out. Doesn’t want to give Eddie a reason to leave, anyway.

He slinks over to Richie, nose wrinkling at the smell. "Why aren’t you with Becky?"

"Who?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Your date, dumbass."

Of course Richie remembers. Becky “B-Cup” Wilkins. She sits by him in physics, where they copy each other’s work (usually with mutually devastating results). This was the first year of high school she had her braces off, and with the metal gone, she was keen to practice her kissing. Richie was more than happy to oblige.

He was a little floored when she asked him to the dance, though. Him and the Losers generally had a pact to go together, but that may have more to do with the lack of invitations from anyone else. They all encouraged Richie to accept the invite “before she realizes what she’s getting into,” as Stan so eloquently put it.

Becky was pretty, overbite or no, and she ran with a crowd of girls that were way out of his league. She had a mean streak to her, too, and apparently he liked that in a girl.

(And apparently in boys, too.)

Her friends were nice to him the whole night, even laughed at his jokes. Whether they thought he was charming in an off-beat kind of way, or simply being considerate of Becky, he wasn’t sure, nor did he particularly care.

Until he returned from the punch bowl to the girls in a cluster, giggling.

"Come on, if you had to pick a loser, who’d it be?" asks Liz Maloney.

"The short one, I guess," another girl answers. Curious, Richie follows her gaze, heart sinking at the sight of Eddie, standing off to the side with Ben and Stan, while Bev and Bill dance. His hair’s combed for once, shiny with gel, and the sweater that looks soft to the touch. Not as soft as his skin, yet it isn’t a fair comparison, since Richie’s imagined touching that for far longer.

"God, Kris, you know he’s gay, right?" Liz jeers. His stomach lurches at the disdain in her voice. "He’s never so much as looked at a girl."

"So what, he’s gay and can’t be cute?" Kris puts a hand on her hip. "Better gay than fat."

"At least Hanscom isn’t allergic to pussy."

They crack up at that, and in the mix, he hears Becky’s little snigger, the one he found so charming. Not anymore.

"You know who I’d pick?" Richie bursts in obnoxiously, startling Kris so bad she yelps. "All of them, over you."

Becky shot him a look as he left, like he was the weirdo upset over nothing, and Richie decided he was a better off a loser.

"Oh! Her." He snaps his fingers. "Yeah, we weren’t compatible, you could say. Turns out, her B-Cup was mostly tissue."

"She dumped you," Eddie surmises.

"Yeah," says Richie, because it’s easier than the truth.

His expression dims, sympathy bleeding from every pore. Eddie bumps his shoulder. "I’m sorry, dude."

Richie shrugs. "Bev is saving me a dance as we speak. I’m sure she’s got one saved for you, too."

"No thanks, I’m good." Eddie shudders. "All the sweat, the touching, the–"

"–the bacteria?" Richie finishes knowingly. "Fuck. Can’t you let loose for one night, Eds?"

"Don’t call me that," he snaps. "And what’re you doing?"

"Crossing it off your bucket list," Richie says cheerily, yanking Eddie to his feet. "C’mon, man. What if you wake up with a staff infection tomorrow? Do you wanna die without dancing at your senior homecoming?"

"Shit for brains, that isn’t how staff infect–" At his unfaltering grin, Eddie relents. "You know what, fine! Whatever it takes to shut you up."

"That’s the spirit!"

It’s obvious Eddie doesn’t quite know where to put his hands. Richie knows exactly where he wants to put his, yet he’s too much of a coward.

"You can barely hear the music," Eddie complains. "We look like idiots."

"Nobody’s watching," Richie presses, holding Eddie a bit tighter, the fear he’ll pull away worse than the fear they’ll be caught. "I could hum, if you prefer."

Eddie snorts, ducking his head, chin brushing Richie’s chest. "I don’t really know what I’m doing," he admits, self-consciously.

"Relax, you’re fine." Richie twists him into an awkward twirl, then does the same to himself, cackling at Eddie’s reluctant smile. "I’ll show you some moves when we go camping at Mike’s next weekend."

Immediately, the smile disappears. "My mom won’t let me."

"Eds,"  Richie groans. "You’re killing me."

"I tried!" Eddie cries miserably. "I tried to ask if I could visit my aunt in Chamberlain, and sneak out with you guys instead, even though it was a long-shot. But she wouldn’t go for that, either!"

"Well, there is no way you’re missing Ben’s triple-layer s’mores or your dancing lessons. Let’s brainstorm." Richie spends a second wracking his brain. "Option one, we fake your death."

"Be serious, Rich."

"Okay, okay. Option two." He makes the mistake of looking at Eddie, the words briefly catching in his throat. "We get married, run away together. As your husband, I’d totally overrule your mom."

"Where’s my ring?" Eddie asks, smirking.

Richie surprises him with a dip, just to hear his squawk. "You got to admit, Eddie Tozier has quite the ring to it," he jokes, his mouth so close to Eddie’s he feels light-headed.

"Sounds like a bad cologne brand." Eddie stares up at him, dark eyes imploring. Like he truly believes in Richie, trusts him to fix anything. "What’s option number three?"

"I stop living in sin and make it official with your mom," Richie blurts, wriggling his eyebrows. "As your stepdad, I could persuade Sonia to let our darling boy have fun with his friends."

He should’ve predicted the smack, but it jolts him enough that he drops Eddie on his ass, collapsing into a fit of giggles next to him on the floor.

"You’re sick," Eddie hisses, with no real bite. "No wonder your date left you."

Richie yanks him into a noogie. "Good thing I’ll always have you, Eddie Spaghetti."

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He has Eddie, wholly, unconditionally. Until he doesn’t.

Until the memories fade, day by day, month by month, and he forgets every lingering touch, every averted glance, every painstaking swipe of his father’s pocketknife as he carved their initials into the kissing bridge. He loses Eddie, only to find him twenty-seven years later, and then only to lose him again.

Almost. Richie sighs, savoring the steady beep of the monitor beside him. He almost loses Eddie.

They narrowly escaped being crushed to death under the Neibolt, mostly because Richie, in his desperate certainty that Eddie was alive, refused to leave him behind. How could he leave him to die in that cold, dark chasm – Eddie would’ve hated it, he was afraid of the dark, kept a night-light well into his teens, and Richie couldn’t tell the others, not only ‘cause he was sobbing too harsh to make any sense, but ‘cause he promised Eds he’d never tell a soul – when he could barely pry himself from Eddie at the hospital, while the doctors insisted they take him into surgery, now.

So Richie waits, his hands quaking at the memory of Eddie’s skin, gone cold with shock. He waits, helpless, while the doctors try to shove Eddie’s innards back in and stitch up the hole in his chest.

By some miracle, they manage to do it with, and with him only flatlining once, the nurse informs him proudly. Like Richie should be ecstatic that Eddie had to be physically resuscitated, even after they brought him to safety, after killing that fucking clown.

"I’m sorry. Until he’s moved to a room, only family are allowed in the ICU," she explains to the six losers standing vigil. Richie is more than a bit bewildered when she motions him forward regardless. "Sir, you can come with me."

Still a little dazed, he follows without question, lest this privilege be revoked.

"Your husband is heavily sedated, so if he wakes he’ll likely be disoriented. I’ll be good to have a familiar face." She nods to the chair at Eddie’s bedside. "Make sure to keep him calm and comfortable."

With a final, warm smile, she leaves them alone. Richie staggers into the seat, fumbling for Eddie’s hand, where it lies limp against the starch white sheets. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until the fat drops of tears are sliding down the bridge of his nose and into the bed. His chest swells, full of all the regrets he’s carried, all the shame he’s hidden. All the love that’s interwoven into the two.

And Eddie has no idea.

No idea that Richie would fight a million fucking clowns if doing so would keep Eddie safe, let him smile, bright and buoyant, like he had at Richie when he thought he’d killed It for real.

Hell, the nurse from middle-of-fucking-nowhere Derry could tell he was head-over-heels in love, yet he couldn’t find the balls to confess to the one guy in the world who deserved to know.

Richie isn’t sure how long he’s slumped over, their fingers intertwined, before Eddie stirs.

"You’re okay, Eds. It’s Richie, I’m here," he says softly, clutching his hand tighter. "Not leaving you, buddy. Not ever again."

His brow pinches, bewildered. "When did you...?"

"Never mind," snorts Richie. His smile hardly wavers, and it’s hopelessly adoring. Eddie has that effect on him, it seems. "Just running my mouth."

"Per usual," Eddie huffs, weakly. "Did we... It, did we...?"

The monitor speeds up, signaling his distress. Richie acts on instinct, standing up, using his body to shield him from the room, the world. It’s only them, just Richie with his palm over Eddie’s cheek, thumb caressing his scar, his dimples.

"It’s dead," he assures. "Everyone made it out, we’re safe. You’re safe now."

Eddie turns into the touch, nose brushing against his fingertips. Richie sucks in a breath, his heart a jackhammer in his throat. He’s never wanted to kiss anyone like he wants to kiss Eddie right now.

Talking. Talking will distract him from that dangerous line of thought. "We carried you out. You’re in the hospital, attached to no less than a thousand wires, that I'm afraid to poke in case you explode."

A groggy smile tugs at the corners of Eddie's mouth.

"Oh, and the staff thinks I’m your incredibly devoted husband," Richie adds wryly. "What do ya say, Eds? Don’t want to get accused of hospital fraud."

Eddie hums dreamily. "I have to divorce my wife first."

Richie nearly swallows his tongue.

He could blame it on the drugs. Hell, it's probably a joke. Like his half-hearted attempt to startle a laugh out of Richie, his chin smeared with blood, the "I fucked your mom" comment followed by a streak of red.

Except it isn't a joke. This is something else entirely.

"Wha– What are you saying?"

His eyes open to slits, glaring at Richie through his lashes. "I’m trying to be brave."

Richie chokes out a laugh. "Eds, you’re braver than anybody I’ve ever met."

"Hmm." Eddie exhales, eyes slipping closed. Richie stifles the pinprick of panic begging for Eddie to keep your eyes open, stay awake, please, look at me. "Brave. Not happy."

And if that doesn’t fucking break his heart.

"We can fix that," Richie whispers, the words unbidden but earnest. He talks a lot of shit, but this, this is as vulnerable as he's ever allowed himself to be. "You and me, Eds. I want–I want you to be happy."

Happy with me.

There’s no answer. Snores drift from Eddie’s slackened lips. Richie laughs, wobbly and tear-laced, as he nuzzles his hair.

"You rest, Eddie Spaghetti. I’ll be here when you wake up." He strokes his knuckles over his forehead, and then kisses him there, just below his hairline. Fuck it, he’s tired of fearing the worst, hiding the truth.

If Eddie wasn’t afraid, neither was Richie.

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"Did I ever tell you guys I proposed to my boyfriend when we were twelve-years-old? With a ringpop?"

He garners a couple of hollers and a few scattered ’awws’.

"Let me finish!" Richie shushes. "I proposed to Eddie when we were kids, and, while our friend Stan was dunking on me, he stole the ring off my hand and stuck it in his mouth. He was all: haha, got ya bitch! The lil’ shit."

The crowd titters. Besotted, Richie lays a hand over his heart and sighs.

"Proposed with a ringpop. That is the height of romance – but only if you’re a twelve-year-old. If I pulled that stunt a a grown man, you wouldn’t be waking up to a Buzzfeed article titled: 42-year-old Comedian Ties Knot with Childhood Sweetheart. You’d be reading a news report claiming: 42-year-old Comedian Justifiably Murdered By His Boyfriend."

Cheers ring out, despite him yelling, "Don't cheer for my death!"

"You know what’s really pathetic? Besides the fact my romance game peaked before puberty." He pauses, allowing the chuckles to peter out before he continues, "The worst part is, it was a joke . Yup. I didn’t know I was gay, let alone in love with my best friend! I did it solely to get a rise out of him, and boy, did he get cute when he was mad."

In a thoughtful tone, Richie reflects, "In retrospect, the gay thing should’ve been clear sooner."

At the crowd's glee, a grin splits his cheeks.

"Speaking of my gay awakening, he’s in the audience tonight." He locks eyes with Eddie in the front row, sandwiched between Ben and Mike. "Eddie, my love. Light of my life. Fire in my loins. Won’t you join me on stage, so the adoring fans can get a look at you?"

The crowd claps in thunderous agreement. Eddie shakes his head, vehemently at first, losing gusto as the Losers gently (forcibly) encourage him toward the stage. He flashes a quick, uncomfortable grin at the audience before leaning into Richie, whispering "The hell are you doing, asshole?" which, for all his tact, the mic catches anyway.

Richie tucks a now blushing Eddie against his side, showing off his gorgeous boyfriend. "Am I the luckiest guy in the world or what?" he shouts to raucous wolf-whistles. "Okay, that was maybe too enthusiastic. He's spoken for!"

He runs his palm over Eddie's shoulder, soothing the discomfort centered in the tendons of his neck. Once he relaxes, Richie trails it down his arm, skirting across his lower back. "I know you all paid good money – frankly too much money – to hear me joke on this stage tonight. But if you don’t mind, I am going to be serious for a minute."

Performative groans echo here and there, but for the most part, everyone's listening attentively.

"Twelve-year-old me was too afraid to be serious about things. The gay thing, the in love with my best friend thing. God, a lot of things." He turns to Eddie, his throat bobbing with nerves. "I’m not afraid anymore."

He’s thirty years older, his joints a lot creakier, but it’s the simplest thing in the world to drop to his knee and reach for the tiny velvet box in his pocket.

"Sorry it isn’t red-flavored," he says dryly, unclasping it to reveal the gold band inside. "Or edible."

In addition to the spotlights, there’s a dozen camera flashes going off. None of it matters, his sole focus on Eddie's deer-in-the-headlights expression.

"Rich," Eddie wheezes. It isn't an asthma attack, though it sounds like one. "What are you doing?"

"About to be shitting my pants on stage." Eddie snorts out a laugh, an effortless reminder of how in love with him Richie is. "But you make me brave."

The creases of his mouth loosen, his eyes wet around the edges. After a year, Eddie still tends to get that look – that look of utter awe. Less now than before, yet it seems that no matter how much or how often he's told, Eddie is awed by being so loved. Luckily, Richie never tires of telling him.

"Eds, I love you more than anything on earth. Will you marry me?"

He barely asks the question before Eddie hauls him to his feet, down into a kiss so hot his glasses fog up.

The audience erupts into deafening applause. Richie doesn't need to hear anything besides the frantic "yes, yes, yes, I love you, you idiot" Eddie’s pressing against his lips. Parting with a firm, wet smack of lips, Richie pulls away before he jumps him there on stage.

"You’ve been a lovely audience, folks!" he exclaims into the mic. "But if you'll excuse us, I've got a proposal to consummate. "

With a wink, Richie bustles Eddie off-stage. They make it past the curtain before he’s got Eddie hiked up against the wall.

Eddie paws at his shirt, while Richie’s slide towards the swell of his ass. "Can’t wait to get you out of these clothes, God, Eds," he moans reverently, raking his eyes over his fiancé – hang on. "Is that my shirt?"

"Is that my ring?" Eddie fires back. He’s smirking, though, and oh, without a shadow of a doubt, he was getting laid after the show, proposal or no.

"All yours, baby." Richie takes the hint nonetheless, slipping the ring on Eddie’s finger, where it belongs. He can’t resist another kiss, this one longer, sweeter.

"I was always yours," Eddie murmurs once they’ve parted, cheeks pleasantly flushed. "All you had to do was ask."

And it’s shit like that, confessions of love spoken so plainly, without the conflict that’s ruled most of their lives, that reminds Richie how lucky they are to have each other.

They are also a huge pain in each other’s ass, so, "Does that mean I should return the ring?"

"Fuck no," Eddie scoffs. "I’m wearing it forever. And tonight, for sure."

"It’ll be the only thing I wear tonight," he adds, a sultry whisper against in Richie’s ear.

He really is the luckiest man, ever.

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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:

“Do you think all of this is still necessary?” Elizabeth called from the bathroom, pulling on the tenth outfit in the last two hours.

She dabbed her forehead with a towel, starting to sweat from all of the movement as Claudia, the stylist, buttoned up the back. Harry sat on the edge of his bed beside Lisa and Jeffrey, discussing details of the upcoming fashion show and going over bits for the preparation for his Halloween concert. 

After Harry left her house Thursday morning, they had been brought to the attention of more pictures that were captured of their outing at the pumpkin patch with Harry and Elizabeth holding baby Mia, pushing the stroller around, and picking out pumpkins together. The caption had been ‘Harry Styles Getting Serious With His New Girlfriend’. It was pretty clear that most people had assumed that they were an item, so did they really have to make an official public appearance as a couple? What was the point?

Elizabeth had spent all of Thursday and Friday getting as much work done as she could so that she could go to Harry’s on Saturday morning to get fitted for her Fashion Show before they left for Anne’s. Now that they were getting closer to the day of the show, she was beginning to have doubts about their ‘first official appearance’, and the anticipation of dinner tonight with Harry’s mom didn’t exactly calm her anxiety.

The door creaked open and both Claudia and Elizabeth looked up to see Harry poke his head in. He smiled politely and nodded at Claudia as if to say ‘can you give us a moment’, before she nodded understandingly and slipped out, closing the door behind her. Harry stepped closer and tucked a strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear and took her hand in his, looking all over her face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sincerely.

Elizabeth sighed, looking down, “I’m freaking out a little,” she admitted.

“Talk to me.”

She took a deep breath, “I don’t know. I know it’s not supposed to be a big deal. Like, we’re dating, whoop-dee-doo! But, all of this,” she gestured down to her clothes that had clips everywhere to cinch in where needed, “it’s a lot. Why does there have to be an ‘official outing’, you know?”

“Do you not want to go with me?” Harry asked, looking into her eyes.

“No, I do, but…”

“So don’t think of it as an ‘official outing’ and just think of it as you just going to an event with your boyfriend,” Harry said softly, running his hand down her arm, “We don’t need to make it into a big deal. We’ll just tell the stylist to take your measurements and surprise us with your clothes. We’ll go, take a few pictures outside the event, enjoy the show, and go to the afterparty. There doesn’t have to be any official statement, I won’t stop for interviews on the way in, I think us showing up together is a statement in itself. Sound good?”

Elizabeth took a breath and nodded, looking down again. 

“Is there something else bothering you?” He asked. When Elizabeth nodded he pressed, “Tell me.”

She felt all of her anxiety force its way out of her mouth, unable to control what she said as her hands quivered and her voice shook, “I’m pissing myself about going to your mom’s tonight. I haven’t seen her in so long. Does she even know we’re dating? Should I bring something? What do I even say? What if she hates me now?”

Harry let out a chuckle, pulling her into him tightly and kissing her on top of her head before lifting her up and setting her on the bathroom vanity. He stood in between Elizabeth’s legs, and squeezed her thighs before raising a hand to her face, lightly brushing his thumb across her cheek.

“Lizzy,” he chuckled again, “My mom adores you, she always has. She’s brought your name up in conversations several times throughout the years. She could never hate you. And yes, she knows we’re dating. I told her the morning after it happened. All she wants is to see you again. You know her. She’s the same as she was back then. Don’t worry.”

Elizabeth nodded once more, taking another deep breath to compose herself. Harry grinned, entertained by her sentiments, and leaned in, kissing her softly. When he pulled away, he looked at her up and down where she sat on the counter, legs on either side of him. 

“You know, we’re in the perfect position to…..” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrow and biting his lip.

She smiled, leaning in and giving him another kiss, pining for his touch. She took in his bottom lip, biting on it lightly as she reached down over his pants to grab his soft member before letting go. As she sat back up, his lip flopped back into place and his eyes bore down at her, hungry. 

“Later,” Elizabeth whispered in his ear before pushing him back and jumping off the counter.

Harry groaned, the left side of his lips upturned in an amused smirk, smacking her butt as she headed towards the door and making her let out a hushed yelp. He quickly adjusted himself in his pants and followed Elizabeth out of the room where Claudia, Jeffrey, and Lisa were. Harry let them know the plan, and they stayed until 1 PM to finish up getting Elizabeth sized and wrapping up a few more minor details with Harry.

Soon, it was just the two of them relaxing on the couch in Harry’s living room, watching the movie ‘Just Friends’ to pass the time until they had to leave for Anne’s house. Elizabeth was nose deep in her phone, typing away until Harry cleared his voice.

“Who are you texting?” He asked inquisitively.

Elizabeth looked up, wrinkling her eyebrows, “Nosey.”

“Well, you’re just over there on your phone when a movie’s on…”

“Am I not giving you enough attention?” Elizabeth teased, making Harry’s expression soften into a little laugh. Elizabeth continued, “For your information, I’m in a group chat with Sarah, Mitch, Kate, and Matt. We’re trying to plan a get together after your concert in a couple weeks now that Kate, Lewis, and Matt were able to get time off to go to New York for the show.”

Harry smiled at her, staring. It was longer than normal which made Elizabeth’s eyes dart from left to right, confused. He finally spoke, “I love how much my friends like you.”

Elizabeth smiled, blushing lightly while trying to play it off, “I mean, what’s not to like?” she flipped her hair dramatically. He laughed, crawling towards her on the couch to give her gentle kisses. 

The car ride to Anne’s house almost felt like they were driving back in time. Although Anne was in a newer, larger home, she remained in the same area as when the two of them grew up. They passed their old school yard, the park they used to hang out at, drove down streets that they used to roam and ride bikes. Elizabeth stared out the window, smiling as she recalled the moments when her and Harry would sneak out late at night to meet up at the park and share candy, talking until the sun began to break. 

When they pulled into Anne’s driveway, Elizabeth felt her nerves start to kick in, making her stomach flutter. Harry noticed, squeezing her hand reassuringly until she nodded, ready to get out. About halfway to the entrance, though, the door flew open and Anne ran out, screeching excitedly, heading straight towards Elizabeth.

“Oh my goodness, my dear Lizzy! Oh, I’ve missed you!” She exclaimed in her ear, pulling Elizabeth into a tight hug and tottering her left to right.

Elizabeth laughed, feeling her nerves fade away almost immediately, having the same effect from Anne’s embrace as she did whenever Harry hugged her. I guess that’s where he got it from.

Harry scoffed, “Uhm, hello? What about me? Your son?” he quipped.

Anne pulled away smiling widely, her dimples identical to Harry’s. She gave him a squeeze and laughed, “Sorry. Lizzy always was my favorite.”

Harry chuckled, mouthing an ‘I told you so’ over to Elizabeth before following Anne inside. “Is Gemma here?” he asked, looking around vaguely.

Anne smacked her tongue, “No, darling, she couldn’t make it.” Harry nodded and she said, “I was just getting ready to start cooking the tacos.”

“Can I help?” Elizabeth offered.

Anne smiled, turning to pat Elizabeth’s cheek, “See, this is why you were always my favorite. I’d love some help! Thank you, darling.”

They followed her into the kitchen where all of the ingredients were laid out on the counter. Anne instructed her to start putting things together for the cabbage topping while Harry was to chop some onions and she would cook the meat.

“You know, I always thought that there was something going on between you two when you were kids, but every time I asked Harry, he always said ‘no, mom, she’s got a boyfriend’. Or ‘Ew, mom, stop. We’re just friends’.” Anne mocked her son, giving the steak a quick mix, “But I always noticed anytime all you kids were over, whenever you were all laughing, he’d always look at you first.”

Harry groaned, blushing, “Stoooop, your embarrassing me.”

Anne looked over, pinching his cheek before turning back to a smiling Elizabeth. “I’m glad you gave him another chance. I know you must have been so hurt when he left. I was always upset with him for doing that to you all.”

Harry put his head down in guilt while Elizabeth nodded solemnly, “Yeah, it was pretty upsetting, but he’s definitely been making up for it. He’s been really great.”

“Good,” she ruffled Harry’s hair, “and don’t let him live it down, either.”

Elizabeth laughed, “I won’t.”

When they were younger Elizabeth had a habit of talking to Anne like she was one of her friends. It always seemed to embarrass Harry whenever he had friends over and Elizabeth went missing, only to find her and his mom laughing in the kitchen, and almost immediately they picked that up again. This time, however, Harry smiled happily watching as his mom and girlfriend laughed to the point of tears. Harry was right, there was no reason for Elizabeth to worry. 

It had eventually gotten to the point where Harry felt comfortable enough to let the girls talk alone and he stretched out in the living room, watching TV while Anne and Elizabeth continued talking in the kitchen. At first they discussed Elizabeth’s job and she told Anne about her neighbor, Judy, and their old friends. The conversation then turned to Anne and how she managed to deal with the sudden fame of her son.

Anne sat back in her seat, letting out a contented sigh, “I gotta tell you, Lizzy. I’m so glad you’re back in his life. And mine. I can’t believe you’re still close with all the others. Kate, Lewis, JJ, Matt, Celeste. I wish Harry could have been a part of that. I’m sure the bond you all share is incredible. But I’m grateful that you all found each other again.”

Elizabeth nodded, smiling softly, “I’m really lucky to have such great friends. And now with Harry back it kind of feels like our little pack of friends is whole again. It’s pretty great.”

Anne nodded, but her smile started to slowly fade. After a moments thought she sat up, a more serious expression spread across her face. “Lizzy, I just want you to be careful.”

“What do you mean?”

Anne outstretched her arms on the table, opening up her hands in order to take a hold of Elizabeth’s. She gave Elizabeth’s hands a squeeze as she spoke, “I know your relationship with him is new, you might still be getting adjusted to his new….way of life. And I’m not sure how much you two have spoken about his previous relationships. There’s been a few, and I haven’t met all of them, but I do know the reason why most of his past relationships ended. Time. With the work he does, he rarely has free time. He’s always traveling, and when he’s not traveling he’s writing an album, and when he’s not writing an album, he’s doing press work. It’s a never ending cycle and the stress of it usually becomes the final straw. I don’t mean to scare you. I’m telling you all of this because I just adore you, and I love my son, but I don’t want you to get heartbroken. So just...be patient with him, and be careful. Will you?”

Elizabeth gulped. Somehow hearing this from Harry’s mom made her insecurities of their relationship seem not so outlandish. So far it hasn’t been too terrible, but she could have just come in at the right time. His schedule seemed to break all of his relationships before her, why would she be any different? Just because they used to catch fireflies at the park when they were younger? 

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Teddy & Gaeul

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! ㅡ closed ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - These two are meant to be, they'll meet in every lifetime!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Oh, it's been so long that I can't remember how it happened but they were best friends for a while before they fell in love, right? In my memories, Gaeul had been dating someone else who was never here and she used to spend a lot of time with Teddy?

How was their first kiss? - I don't remember??? It was probably a sweet but unexpected first kiss that maybe shouldn't have happened and that left them both flustered? Oh my god, wait, weren't they sex-friends for a little while too???

Wedding:

Who proposed? - I initially wanted to say Teddy because Gaeul is such a romantic, but the thought of Gaeul being the one to propose to Teddy sounds actually very cute. Perhaps they'd be casually relaxing on the couch, and she'd ask him if he wants to get married, pft.

Who is the best man/men? - there's none

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - same here, it's a marriage only with both of them and their baby

Who did the most planning? - Gaeul, because Teddy knows that she has everything ready since her childhood, pft.

Who stressed the most? - Probably Teddy, because he still has a lot of insecurities and doubts.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 - I honestly think that they just put on nice clothes, went to the city hall and registered their wedding officially before going to the restaurant to celebrate. If Gaeul had dreams of a beautiful wedding in the past, now all she needs is Teddy and their baby. | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Everyone they know. They just want to keep it between them for a while.

Sex:

Who is on top? - It depends of the mood! They don't care much about it, honestly. They switch things around, pft.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Once again, it depends of the mood! They usually know when the other is in the mood though, so they don't hesitate to instigate things.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 - They've found their rhythm and even though they don't do much after the baby's birth, I suspect that once Gaeul will feel fine again they'll get back to it like they always do. | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 - they do like to try out new things even if it ends up being awkward and they end up laughing more than anything else! And they're definitely always up to spice things up - Gaeul's so curious, she might even research kinks! | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Quite a while, they know how to make each other last.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Yes, even though I believe that Teddy will want to give Gaeul more orgasms without expecting anything in return because he loves making her feel that good and he adores the sight of her coming undone under him.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 - I think that over the years they're being less rough than what they may have been in the past. However there are still times where both need to get rough sex. | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 - they don't necessarily always snuggle after sex because one will go shower or drink water and then they'll just go on with their day/night. However they always make sure to show the other how they appreciate them through a little gesture, may it be a kiss somewhere, a hug or holding hands while they're cooking a quick snack. | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Two! If their first baby was unplanned, the second one was definitely planned.

How many children will they adopt? - They unfortunately don't adopt children.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - I think they share the tasks evenly between them - at Gaeul's insistance to have Teddy as involved as possible so he can grow more confident in taking care of their baby. At first she's always by his side, but it honestly doesn't take too long before she knows that he'll do just well with their baby daughter.

Who is the stricter parent? - Teddy, because he doesn't want their children to end up in dangerous situations as he knows how terrible the world can be.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Once again, that's probably Teddy. He'd want for their children to come back home straight from school while Gaeul would let them hang out with their friends. They'd have to find a good balance for everyone to be happy, but I'm not really worried about that. They always work things out one way or another.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Saying Gaeul would be a cliché but I genuinely believe that she enjoys packing lunches for their children.

Who is the more loved parent? - Eyyy, I don't like this question. There's no differences! Both are loved equally and both love their children equally.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Gaeul, because Teddy doesn't have the patience to deal with teachers after that one time he almost punched one, hahaha.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Gaeul, she's an emotional mom to see her children grow up.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Both, Gaeul can be very convincing and Teddy will just stare down at their children wordlessly lmao.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - While Teddy's skills get better over the years, it's still Gaeul who cooks the most.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - I don't think either are picky.

Who does the grocery shopping? - They go together because it's a moment they surprisingly like to share, no matter how tired or lazy they might be.

How often do they bake desserts? - Gaeul likes to experiment in the kitchen, especially once they have children, so she'd bake desserts at least twice a month, if not more as she gets better!

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat lovers.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - At first it would be Gaeul but I feel like Teddy would get better at making such surprises as well. Even if he doesn't cook much, he'd be able to come up with a simple pasta dish, or something not too complicated just because he knows that it'll make her happy.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Gaeul!

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - That'd be probably Teddy for a while? Or even Gaeul if she gets too distracted and forgets she had something cooking in the oven.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Teddy because Gaeul tends to be a little all over the place with all of her books and then with kids toys

Who is really against chores? - None of them, they're pretty okay with chores

Who cleans up after the pets? - Gaeul, since they're hers to begin with, so they're her responsibility.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Gaeul, when she's feeling very lazy but then Teddy would stare at her until she's properly cleaning up.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - It honestly depends of who's visiting them.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Gaeul and then she'd say something like, "I forgot I put that one here", haha.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Gaeul has always enjoyed relaxing in warm bubble baths so it's definitely her. And if Teddy joins her, it lasts even longer.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They don't have a dog but if they did, probably Teddy.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Gaeul loves holidays so she decorates the house each single time!

What are their goals for the relationship? - They just want to be happy together and have a happy family and make sure that their children know that they're wanted and loved and cherished.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Before they become parents, both could have such mornings where they slept until noon. And after becoming parents, they took turns until the kids were old enough to take care of themselves.

Who plays the most pranks? - Gaeul, but Teddy also has some pranks up his sleeve!

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

yes i did this during my lunch break (and in english)

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Mm, if not lifelong than like a good amount of years. They occasionally also see other people though (poly coded)

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - T had to think about actually dating Klaus before getting into it. She looked into his past, everything. She didn’t want to be hurt. Klaus, however was like “mm, personality, shes pretty, smart, im in.”

How was their first kiss? - It was pleasant, it was random, after T met Klaus’ siblings. It wasn’t out of nowhere, but she was like :Thank you for introducing me to your broken family. *smooch*”Casual, but not casual.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Klaus did. It wasn’t big either, he was just like “do weddings appeal to you?” and she’s always been on the fence about getting married, but she figured to might as well do it.

Who is the best man/men? - Klaus had Diego as his best man actually.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - T had her mom as her maid of honor.

Who did the most planning? - They both did equal planning. They’d talk it over and everything, but T likes to have everything exact, so she looked over everything, over and over until she found it fine enough.

Who stressed the most? - Klaus, actually. T enjoys putting things in order, and planning, but Klaus was worried about how everything would go. He wanted to make sure everything went right, and that most of all, T was happy.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.  It was a forest wedding, so kinda big, but small enough as to where it felt special.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?- Anyone that even remotely made T feel uncomfortable. If they were gonna cause issues, they can do it elsewhere. The trees didn’t want to hear arguing. (her one aunt who didn’t want her marrying a white man)

Sex:

Who is on top? - Topazi Um, they’re both switches, but it honestly depends on the mood. If one of them had a rough day, then the other would be the top. 

Who is the one to instigate things? - Either of them, it depends.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now. One look and the clothes are off (or on they’re kinky fucks)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head. T’s fairly kinky, and so is Klaus, so they combine it to create just *sighs*. Their closets have a specific section for sex toys, spicy clothes.

How long do they normally last? - It depends. If they start when they’re high energy, it’ll be for longer, but if it’s later in the day, or after work, it’s for less time. an hour or so.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Mm, sometimes. If T gets frustrated with herself, and she might be in a bit of a tizzy, Klaus’ll step in and she’ll focus on his pleasure instead of her own. But T usually has more than Klaus, usually 2 more.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. If the mood calls for it, Topazi won’t hesitate to absolutely ruin Klaus. She really likes it rough, and so does Klaus, but they like being gentle every now and then.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. T is touch oriented, and rarely ever doesn’t want to be touched in some way. She wants all of the hugs during aftercare, and Klaus is very happy to give it to her.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None. T thought about having kids, but she doesn’t trust her body, or herself, so she just doesn’t do it.

How many children will they adopt? - They have pets. (a snake and two kitties)

Who is the stricter parent? - T. She’ll be like “Miko, I told you not to jump off the counter.” but Klaus is like “let him be, he’s just a little shaken up.” but no like water bottles, just a mild scolding.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - T used to do a lot of cooking, but Klaus also tag teams her. Especially if it’s a huge meal. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Klaus won’t do oatmeal, or anything mushy. But T is like “if this even looks wrong, I’m not eating it.” It doesn’t matter who cooks it though, she’ll eat from anyone, but if something looks or tastes different than how she’s used to eating it, she’ll eat some out of respect, but in the end may just get more safe things like water, fruit etc. 

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both of them. T writes the list (bc she’s very detailed), and they both get half of the list and tag-team. But T has told Klaus what’s safe, what’s not, all that. 

How often do they bake desserts? - Almost every weekend. They’re both a bit impulsive, Klaus more than T, so they have an entire fridge dedicated to baking items.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - T rarely ever eats red meat, and Klaus’ll eat anything, so it’s a big mix between the two of them. She tries to get everything balanced, then she gets cravings and everything is thrown out of the window.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Klaus. He likes repaying T, and whenever T tries to do something nice, something pops up and she can’t. It’s also best for him to do tiny things, not big things, so she doesn’t feel like it’s a competition between the two of them. 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Klaus. Topazi wants to go out and everything, and she’s impulsive, but never really does anything about it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Klaus because he almost fucked the kitchen up when he was high and forgot to put his blunt out (the paper towels caught fire, yada yada)

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - T does a lot of cleaning. Not that she feels like she has to, she just enjoys it, plus it gives her a sense of completion.

Who is really against chores? - Klaus sometimes. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, they usually just creep up on him when he really doesn’t want to do them.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Both of them do it equally. Klaus moreso than T though, because one wrong inhale and she’s ill.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Klaus. He can forget about something and it’s just gone. His object permanence is shitty.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Neither of them. T likes company, and people over, but she does try to make sure no naughty things are left out for people to see.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - T almost threw it away, (it was balled up), but she was like “hmm my brain is trying to tell me something” so she was like “oh hells yeah money”

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Depends, but mostly Klaus, because he does his thinking in the shower (like his dad). T, however, knows she’s gonna look like a fucking cherry when she gets out, and she needs to keep her skin not flaky.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Um-. If they had a dog, it would be either one of them, but Klaus more often than T, because when she’s painting or gardening, she can’t be bothered to focus on anything other than what she’s doing at that moment.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Very lack-luster. For xmas, they have a tree, but T puts stupid shit around the house. For Easter, she painted an egg pink and labeled it as “the easter bunny’s left testicle” and for Halloween, they have a spooky corner. She can’t do pranks though, she understands them, but she’ll scream then immediately kick to defend herself.

What are their goals for the relationship? - T wants to enjoy what life she has with Klaus. She just wants someone to love her and keep her company.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Both of them. Topazi likes cuddles, and sometimes the sleep is so good you have to just stay down. Plus, she’s her own boss, and their animals are smarter than they initially thought, but if she hears the fucking snake tank open, her eyes are wide fucking open. 

Who plays the most pranks? - Even though she gets a bit frustrated from them, T likes to do cute pranks. You know those toys that you throw and they stick to something, she’ll do those. And Klaus throws like sticky tack at the wall. Those she can handle. But she doesn’t understand the purpose of someone fake sneezing on her. (like me, please dont do that shit, i dont like it)

[thesibyllinebooks]

Babysitters! Percabeth

Percy scooped up his baby sister as soon as he heard the doorbell ring. From past babysitting experiences, he knew that leaving Estelle alone for even two seconds could end badly. 

“Hey,” Percy grinned, opening the apartment door. 

Annabeth stepped inside, shouldering her navy backpack. She frowned at her boyfriend, who held Estelle tucked under his arm like a football. She looked nothing like Percy, but she looked a lot like his mom. She stared at Annabeth, and the baby’s stare made her uncomfortable.

“I didn’t know you had to babysit…” Annabeth said slowly. 

Percy nodded and shrugged. Estelle laughed as he jostled her. “Paul and my mom wanted to catch a movie, and I was gonna be home all day anyway. They deserve a break. Say hi to Annabeth.” Percy moved Estelle’s arm in a little waving motion. Annabeth returned the smile dryly. 

Annabeth shut the door behind herself and followed Percy into the living room. The apartment was littered with a combination of Estelle’s toys and Percy’s homework. She sat gingerly on the sofa. Percy sat down next to her, placing Estelle on his lap.

“So, stats,” Percy started with a rough sigh. He made a funny face at Estelle. “Let’s crank this out before my brain decides to jump ship.”

Annabeth unloaded her textbooks and notebook from her bookbag. She stared absentmindedly at the silly cartoon playing on the television. Estelle watched the cartoon, dazed as well. Every so often, she’s tug at Percy’s hoodie strings. 

“Okay, so how much have you done so far?” Annabeth asked, picking up Percy’s notebook to examine for herself. 

“About that…” Percy said sheepishly, “I thought I’d just wait until you came over. You know, two heads are better than one and all.” 

Annabeth rolled her eyes. Gods, she loved her boyfriend, but sometimes she wondered if he’s even be graduating high school in June without her. 

“You could have at least tried,” she persisted. “That’s how you learn things.” 

Percy exhaled as if the thought of doing math on his own gave him ulcers. “I was going to, then someone decided to have an accident. Apparently, peas for lunch makes for one Smelly Stelly,” he joked, poking a finger into his sister’s stomach. She laughed. Annabeth couldn’t imagine Percy changing a diaper. 

As much as babies made her uncomfortable, it was heartwarming watching Percy be so effortlessly sweet with his sister. After the last War, everything had gone normal for once. Apollo was a god again, she hadn’t been attacked by a monster in almost a year, and things were stable enough for Annabeth and Percy to stay at one school. Only, Percy had his family to support him. Her own father had put her up in an apartment because he couldn’t be bothered to deal with her. It hurt Annabeth, but she figured she should have been used to it at this point.

“Okay, so we’ll start from the beginning. You know we have a test on Monday,” Annabeth reminded him. 

Percy snorted. “Yeah, I’m going to get my butt handed to me- why do I only have half the notes you have?” 

“Because I pay attention in class,” Annabeth informed her boyfriend as he took her notebook. He set it on the coffee table next to his own.

“Here, hold Estelle while I copy these real quick,” Percy said, putting his sister on Annabeth’s lap before she could respond. “Don’t squeeze her too tight, she might poop again.”

“Oh. Ew.”

Percy laughed. “Tell me about it.” He thought it was sweet, watching Annabeth hold his sister. She’d met her a few times and each time, Annabeth seemed like she had absolutely no idea what to do around Estelle. He knew Annabeth didn’t have a lot of experience with kids. She didn’t interact with the kids much at camp either, unless they were in her own cabin. 

While Percy was writing, Annabeth stared down at the baby in her lab. Estelle looked back up at her with wide brown eyes. She had to admit Estelle was pretty cute, with her blue bow and onesie. But there was something about babies that made her uneasy. Maybe it was that they couldn’t walk, talk, or do pretty much anything on their own. Annabeth was fine relying on herself- she was used to it- but the thought of another being relying totally on her spooked her. Percy could be impossibly needy at times, and he could go to the bathroom on his own. 

Estelle reached out and grabbed a tendril of Annabeth’s hair in her small hand. She looked at Annabeth, seemingly challenging her to say something. Annabeth did her best to gently unfurl Estelle’s hair from her hand. She’d had her hair yanked probably hundreds of times before, and didn’t want it to happen again. 

Gods, did Percy write slowly. Annabeth held up her textbook to study, careful not to bump Estelle’s head on the book. She tried to make a mental checklist of how many units of stats she and Percy had to get through. She then tried to calculate how many they’d get to review before Percy whined about being bored and requested to watch TV or kiss instead. When she finished, Annabeth folded the corner of her textbook page and set it on the other side of the couch. She looked down at Estelle, who was curled up in her lap asleep, her head rested on Annabeth’s stomach. Annabeth glanced nervously at Percy, feeling like she was now anchored to her spot.

Percy finished writing and set down his pencil. “Thank the gods you have neat handwriting,” he said with a sigh of relief. “Now we can finally-” he turned around, noticing his sister passed out, cuddled up against Annabeth. He smiled at the sight. 

“A little help,” Annabeth said sheepishly. 

“At least we’ll get a little peace and quiet,” Percy said. “I’ll go put her down in her room.” Percy gently lifted Estelle out of Annabeth’s lap and disappeared down the small hallway. When he came back, Annabeth was sitting on the couch with her feet pulled under her, exposing her fuzzy grey socks. Percy plopped down next to her.

“Kind of weird to think I have a baby sister, huh?” He asked, thumbing through his textbook. “At least things will be normal for her. No gods, no monsters, no psycho step-dads…”

“Yeah,” Annabeth said slowly. “You’re good with her.”

“I try to be a good big brother,” Percy said. “I love it. Sometimes it makes me think about-” He shook his head like the thought was too stupid to say aloud.

“Think about what?” Annabeth asked. She had a sneaking suspicion of what he was about to say.

“It’s dumb, nevermind-”

“Say it,” Annabeth said, a little more forcefully than she meant to.

“It kind of makes me think about when we’ll have our own kids,” Percy blurted out. “Which of course will be way, way off in the future, and that’s even if you want kids, because you don’t seem like you like them that much.”

Annabeth stared at Percy. He was unsettled by her pensive, yet sad expression. “Percy, I…”

“Okay, yeah, you don’t want kids, right…” Percy said, shaking his head. His ears were bright red. He suddenly showed more interest in his stats work than he had since Annabeth had visited. 

“It’s not that,” Annabeth persisted. “You know family’s kind of a weird topic for me, since I don’t really have one…”

Percy set down his textbook and wrapped his arms around Annabeth. He knew she wasn’t as close with her family as he was with his, and that hurt him more than he could describe. He remembered at the beginning of the school year when she’d told him about her living alone. Percy had begged his mom to let Annabeth stay with them and well, he hadn’t exactly thought she’d go for it, but it still beat him up inside. He tried to invite her over or visit as much as possible.

“If you don’t think we’re family by now, you’re crazy,” he said with a smile. “I mean, I’m sorry that you’re not super close with your family but that doesn’t mean you can’t- or shouldn’t- build your own one day.” Percy hoped he didn’t sound like he was trying to convince Annabeth. He meant every word he said. Even though she didn’t want to always show it, Annabeth was sensitive, and caring, and he’d be hard pressed to meet anyone more responsible than her. He didn’t want Annabeth to feel that just because her dad and step-family couldn’t see how amazing she was, that didn’t mean no one else would. Because he definitely did, every single day.

“Percy…” was all Annabeth could manage to say.

“I’m just saying we know better than anyone, family’s what you make it. And just because the family you were born into wasn’t great, doesn’t mean you’re incapable of having a really great one one day.”

Annabeth smiled at her boyfriend. It meant the world to her that no what, he always seized the opportunity to remind her he was in it for the long haul. It seemed like everyone else had abandoned her at one point or another, but not Percy. He really was the closest thing to family she had. And she had to admit, no matter how scary it was, it was sort of nice to think of having something permanent with someone one day, especially if that someone was Percy. 

[atosofficial]

@hummingbirdstars​ replied to your post “Does Nightmare ever tease the others in public? Potentially with his...”

His tiny ass smirk like "hell yeah I tease them when they agree to it, it's fuckin great"

That’s exactly what that means LMAO He’s a smug little shit, and it only gets his boyfriends hotter.

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@serenade-bleue​ replied to your post “Aw shoot, here I go again ewe What are the Boys Weak Spots? (neck,...”

that's so precious :3 i guess that if killer's weakpoint is the sternum, it's because his soul is right there?

Type: I honestly never though of it like that, but now that you’ve said it, I sorta want it to be true 👀 Pre-August when I was like, UF!only, one of my fave headcanons was that Red and Sans were both sensitive at their sternums where the cut the human gave them would’ve run through--maybe the same applies to Killer as well ;w;

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@neahchanart replied to your post “Aw shoot, here I go again ewe What are the Boys Weak Spots? (neck,...”

*saving that* nhgyehehe

👀👀👀👀 what are you planning to do with that, neah 👀👀👀👀

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@phoenixstarbird​ replied to your post “so @atosofficial is doing this absolutely fabulous 'text chat request...”

Honestly, I just assumed that their cell reception for phone calls was similar to my house. I mean, there are exactly 2 places you can stand for it to go through, and you have to stand very specific, and if you breath wrong, they’re gonna drop. Text messages are just more reliable. I mean, they’re gonna be making phone calls across dimensions! Of course it’s gotta be a jumbled garbled mess when they talk. ��

I’ve never experienced that at my house, but it sounds awful dghsiugswgiu And yeah, there’s definitely bound to be some poor reception at times! But the texting thing is probably just a matter of preference when it comes to texting vs calling. Nightmare doesn’t mind phone calls because he’s able to make sure the other caller can hear the threat in his tone if need be. Dream prefers facetime over either, but he honestly forgets to call back so often because he’s too busy. Killer will not pick up the phone if someone calls him. He’ll hang up and the person will have to text him if they wanna chat 😂👏 Cross prefers texting too, unless it’s Dream calling him. He always picks up then because he genuinely likes the sound of Dream’s voice :”)

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@tails-and-scales​ mentioned you on a post “literalgarbagebutok: florida-69: hardnastygifs: This is fucking…”

@atosofficial Why does this feel like something Killer might do to Night or Cross? Or hell, maybe Dream decided he wanted to try and mess with one of his loves and Killer is just that #soproud

AOJDISHFOSIHFS I LOVE THAT 😂😂😂😂 Killer would absolutely do it to Cross because Nightmare would just force him to pick it up himself. But omg, Dream deciding to try that same prank on either Cross or Nightmare is hilarious, and Killer being proud of him is even more so AHAHAHAHAHAHA Gosh, they’re all such a mess, and I love them ❤️️

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@neahchanart replied to your post

I will use that. He will have to deal with the boobs in a time that's so not good ewe HNGH

I like the way you think 😩👏 I’m very curious as to how you will use this huehuehue

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@ashfilledhart​ replied to your post

*sorry, meant to put that KILLER likes doing titties to Cross as well~?

Yes! Killer also likes surprising Cross with a little titty action, and Cross is more than willing to take him up on his offer heheh 

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@kirango-rouge​ replied to your post

cross.exe stoped functioning xD

That boy’s brain has completely shut off. Nobody’s home upstairs, but there’s definitely a party going on downstairs 😏

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@hummingbirdstars​ replied to your post

Of course cleaning is the ONLY thing that goes on with those two. *wink*

Shhh, no one’s supposed to know what they do behind closed doors 😂 The greatest mystery is how Nightmare and Dream ever thought they were being subtle like that LMAO Dream would announce he’s going to go clean his room, and Nightmare would immediately volunteer to help sgihiugig Just a little spring cleaning 😉

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@serenade-bleue​ replied to your post

It’s so funny xD!!! I have the same headcanon, but this time, it’s Ink who forget to pick up the kids and Cross comes in the big bad crew’s minibus, furious, without respecting the driver’s manual, while his husbands are kicking Ink butt xD

THDOIGHOIGFHFAGIUFIAF THE BAD CREW’S MINIBUS PSJGPOAFHFPIHFIAGOUEHU  😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 What an image that makes AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA But also smh these boys should have known to never trust Ink to pick up the kids. His memory is worse than a goldfish’s 😂👏

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@aj-die-hobbylose replied to your post

I,, I didn't read that right-- "Dream will likely shoot him as a reminder." XD

Oh, Dream’s gonna be shooting him something alright. Shooting Cross lots of dirty looks while Cross just keeps trying to get back on his good side with offers for ice cream and kisses uwu

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@bluedysania replied to your post

.... like... giggly 'mwehehehe' type giggles? plz? :D (i mean thats my headcanon but come on it's too cute not to be) Killer and Cross would almost die from the cuteness~~~. Dream just in the background recording on his phone and all nostalgic-like.

YES EXACTLY THOSE! That HC is all thanks to symphy on twitter for coming up with the idea of Nightmare and Dream going mweh-heh-heh, and then they posted that amazing art of Nightmare laughing with Killer. Dream getting nostalgic over it makes my heart squeeze hhhhhhhh I figure he also sounds makes that laugh when he’s been caught unaware and dissolves into surprised giggles. Killer and Cross think it’s very cute and that they have the most precious boyfriends ;w;

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@kirango-rouge​ replied to your post

Nightmare: Motherfucker Dream! >:( Dream: No! Fuck YOUR mother Night! >:( Nightmare: We have the same mom you absolute dumb shit! D:< Dream: 🖕

Killer: you betrayed Nightmare you asshole! >:< Cross: Yes i did and I'll do it again if i could!  Killer: He is disappointed in you, you're untruthful! Cross: That's hilarious! You're angry enough to talk about how HE'S upset, but not enough to tell about YOU'RE mad at me?! Guess your leash must be strangling you harder than i thought! Nightmare this, Nightmare that, blablabla ! Why don't you go fuck him if you love him so much and leave me the fuck alone!?  Killer: YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE ONE I'LL FUCK YOU DAM UNGRATEFUL ASS BRAT! >:O Cross: LOL BOOMER! DO ME, I'M WAITING! D:< 

It was long, sorry xD

THESE ARE WONDERFUL, I LOVE THEM LMAOOOO I honestly am so fond of the idea of Dream and Night getting into sibling arguments at times simply because they get on each other’s nerves XD This particular argument probably results from them fighting over a favorite cup to drink their morning coffee from sgfugfisgfigf Also Cross and Killer go from angry to horny so quickly AHAHAHAHAHA This might as well count as foreplay for them. Although if Cross called Killer a boomer, he might end up thrown against a wall, and not in a fun way 😂

[chemicalmagecraft]

Foresight is 20/20 Chapter 10

I laid on my stomach and rested my head on my hands. That I was doing it on a surprisingly-comfortable invisible barrier made of pseudomagically solidified air and even moving forward was natural. Honestly, what do you guys expect at this point? And of course my parasol was floating in just the right position that my entire body was covered even with the odd positioning. Because why not? "So what're we doing today?" I asked Gaara.

"I don't know," he said, fidgeting slightly. "Why are you with me?"

"I literally have nothing else to do. Plus we're raccoon eye buddies."

"Raccoon eye buddies?"

I traced my eye markings. "Raccoon eye buddies. I heard you've had trouble making friends in the past, so I figured you might like some company." I shrugged. "But if you don't, I can fly away."

I caught a tiny smile on his lips. "Don't go. Having a friend would be... nice..."

"Stinks that I'm going to have to leave soon... Maybe we should find you a friend who isn't from another village?"

"How do you make friends?"

I opened my mouth to say something, then paused. "I don't actually know, to be honest. The only person I became friends with without random chance playing a part was Naruto-chan, and he... let's just say he would've become best friends with whoever was the first person to actually show him kindness, and that just so happened to be me. Everyone else, one could argue I was guided to them by fate..."

"What about me?" he asked.

I shrugged. "No offense, but I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for Shukaku." He frowned a bit. "That doesn't make our friendship meaningless, if that's what you're worried about." I saw a group of kids playing kickball or something and pointed to them. "Maybe we could ask to join them?" We walked (and floated) over to them. I honestly didn't really know what to say, so I just waved.

"Woah, are you floating?" one of the kids asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "Can we... join? I promise to not use my powers if you don't want me to." I lowered myself to the ground, landing gently on my feet.

"Hey, isn't that the Kazekage's son?" another of the kids said. Gaara tensed up, so I squeezed his hand.

"He's cool," I insisted.

"But my mom said he's a demon."

I scoffed. "He has a demon sealed inside him. Big difference." I shrugged. "Sure, he used to have some trouble keeping the thing down, but I fixed that right up for him. As I said, he's cool."

"Thank you, Kouki-san," Gaara muttered.

I gave him a small smile and said, "So are we going to play or what?"

I was picked first. I guess the team captain figured I'd be awesome at sportsball because I could fly or something. Joke's on him, though, because I'm horrible at all manners of sportsball. Even with my ninja training, I was horrendous. On the other hand, Gaara was somehow the other team's best player. It didn't even look like he was trying to hard, he just... drifted over to the ball and launched it over to the goal net thing. Yeah, everyone ended up liking Gaara a lot more than me.

Just as planned.

Okay well I genuinely am terrible at sports but I totally planned it. It wasn't an accident at all. I am a puppetmaster.

kukukuku~

I floated in the air above Suna, my senses extended as far as I could. I'd caught a faint whiff of... something while I was playing with Gaara and the others. I scanned the area, moving around a bit to get the best feel of whatever I was sensing. Whatever it was, it was vast, almost spread out, and felt a bit like Shukaku but without the malice. It was like the sands themselves were possessed, especially around Gaara.

Come to think of it, I could think of a likely suspect. I drifted to an out-of-the-way alley near the Kazekage's house, sending a beacon to the presence as I flew. It responded to my psychic touch sluggishly, like its mind was damaged or something. It felt like sand slipping through my fingers, but I reeled the presence in. As I leaned on the alley wall, the sand in front of me shifted and slowly rose up in front of me, roughly in the shape of an adult woman. "Yo," I said.

"W͡h̘̠̩̱̬̬̱ͦ̔ͯͮ́ͮ̚o̦̙ ̫͖͐͑a͛́̃̆͢r̓̀̂̿͐̒̊e ̝̮̳͓̯͙ỹ̏̈́ͫ͌͊ͨ͞o̙͚͛͌u͛̏̿ͣ͞?̵͕͈͐̐" the sand witch asked hollowly. "...W͕͇̗̱̠͊ͥ͋ͤͭ̄ͅḥ̶͚̞̞̮ͬ̆̋̓̐ō̼̘͆.͇̠̆ͥ..͏̺ ̪̙͈͒̂̈͘a̡̤͔m I͕̫͎̱̮̗?̲̘̺͓̺͙̲͛͒͒̂̄̾ͩ"

I winced. "You... aren't in the best shape, are you?"

She made a few confused noises that I took as a 'yes.'

I tightened my grasp on her mind a bit. "Right, I'm going to try to help you. Can you tell me your name?"

After a few seconds of thought and me poking around in her nonexistent brain, she said, "I̷̤ͦț̢̞͓̲̟ͅ'̻͕͖͇̣̣ͤ̊̓ͯͩ̅ͦͅs̲̦̹͔ͯ́͒̓.̱͞.͕̩̮̥̦̻̇͊̋ͮ̃ͣͪͅ.̲͖ ̍͑͑ͧ̓ͬ̾͏̙̹̮̜͚̩͍G̠̣̗̪͝ȁ̢͉̥̋r̛̠̘̺͖̬̒̔̓͐̍uda.̘̫̲̬̺͓̇̀ͦ̊̍̿.̡̯͍̯̯̤̳̓́̋̍̒ͧ.ͧ͐̉̎͊" I tilted my head a bit and poked a few bits into place. "N̛o͓͉͎͢,̵̫̫̱ͨ̎ͮ ́ͫ̐͜i͖̱t's̀̏̚ ̨̲̬̓̂Ḱ̬̘͋ar͏u͓̥̞͆̂ͣ͟r̙̃̀a," she corrected herself.

"That's good," I said in a soothing tone. "Now, can you please tell me something about yourself? Maybe any family or loved ones you have? I need you to keep focused on something, anything."

"Th͔r̛e̙͎̜͡eͥ̃̒ ̢c̝̹h̲̹̙̎̉͌͘i͍̦̺l̨d̘̐́ṟ̔e͞ǹ̪͙̞̈̿͡,͔͖̯ a̓̇͂́ ̫̖̳͒ͩ̏d̲̮̖͊̄̿au̴g͕͎̀h̪͉͆̚t̵̐͂̚e͆r̴͔̤ ̥a̟̩̎ͦn͕̱̎̆dͣ̍ͦ ͫ͗͆tw̬̫̲ợ̀ ̴͚̩ͦ̂şo͘nś͍͎ͣ.̸ͪ T̹̫̱e̟͈̟͒̊̒mar̔ͥ̈i̥, K̟̪̝̈́͊ͭañ͙͔̼ͮ̌k̲̋uͧ͆ro,̼̓ ä́̄̐n̦͙͈ͮͭͤd̊ͦ́ ͑̓G͙̞̽͊a̬̾ar̗̥ͦͦa," she said. "I ̏͋alͭ̈́̍so ̎ḧ́̒av̅̚e ͪ̓a ̓br̊̊oͨͨthͯͣ̏eṙ̈́,̐ͨ̐ ̽̓Ȳ̈as͋h́ͩá̅mͪͫaͩͤruͭͦ...̒͒̓"

"Good," I murmured. "Now, this might feel a bit weird, but I need to do this to stabilize you." I took out my newest demon gem, one that I'd made from leftovers from the bandits and some insects I'd managed to attract. Okay, it was only almost done, but it was good enough for what I needed it for. I rammed the gem into Karura's sandy "navel," using it to work some yin-yang magic on the unstable chakra that made her up. Her form evened out and red lines spread from the gem to her arms and legs. Then I averted my eyes. "Aw, ew!" I exclaimed. "Put some clothes on!"

"I have no clothes," she noted.

"Then make some out of sand!"

"I have no idea how to do that..."

"And yet you managed to almost do a jutsu I still haven't figured out yet!" I shouted.

"My mind is still hazy..."

I grumbled a bit and formed a rough "cloth" out of the surrounding sand. "You even made yourself a body out of sand..." I wrapped the cloth around her body. "Right, you have to figure out how to keep that up." I opened my eyes as I felt the chakra of her body taking over the wrapping. Now that she was stabilizing, she looked just about human, only with the red markings and eyes colored like, though not shaped like, Shukaku's. The sand cloth had turned into a sort of cloak that made her really look like a sand witch. "You want to meet your kids now? Just to warn you, though, you've been dead for years, so they aren't exactly expecting you."

"Oh..." She looked very concerned, which was probably a good sign that her mind was becoming less fuzzy. "Oh dear."

kukukuku~

"Heeeey~" I said from outside the Kazekage's window. "Guess what I found today?" Thankfully, his family was already there, so I didn't have to do that much work.

Rasa sighed. "What?"

I smiled a bit. "Actually, it's more of a 'who.' I believe you've met her before, though you probably aren't expecting her." The platform of sand I was standing on floated into the room, deposited me on the floor, then turned back into Karura next to me. "Introducing, for the first time in almost four years, your wife."

"Karura," he gasped.

"Rasa," she scowled.

"Oh right, you were responsible for her death," I said smugly. "Ouch."

"Mom?" Temari asked. "Is it really you?" Karura floated over to her and picked her up, holding her close.

"Temari. I'm so, so sorry I left."

"How did this happen?" Yashamaru asked.

"I don't remember," Karura said, "but I'm grateful it did."

"If I had to guess," I said, placing one hand on my chest, "and I'm sorry to butt in here, but I think I might be the only one here who knows what's going on. So if I'm right, you had Shukaku sealed in her when she was pregnant with Gaara to see how prenatal exposure to Shukaku would influence jinchurikihood, then transferred the raccoon to Gaara, either not caring that she'd die or assuming your medics could resuscitate her because she was only jinchuriki for less than a year. That about right?"

Rasa nodded grimly.

"Right, so obviously that didn't work out quite like you hoped. Don't worry, I can tell you think past you was an idiot. Karura, while dying, found that she loved Gaara so much that she wanted to protect him even after death, so she imbued the sand around her with her will and chakra, or however that worked. In this, her having had Shukaku sealed inside her actually helped, as some of Shukaku's power was left over in her, so it ended up a success despite the fact that she didn't have much knowledge on the subject of yin-yang release, which would have otherwise been vital for that jutsu. 'Course, it still ended up rough, causing her to be scattered and unable to properly gather herself. The existence that was once Karura was scattered to the winds, spread about a wide area of sands and expending so much effort to simply exist that she couldn't do anything, with one exception that I do believe is still in effect." I licked my lips and pointed at Gaara, shooting a demon gem at him fast enough that it'd hurt.

The sand blocked it.

"What was that for?" Rasa, Yashamaru, and Karura simultaneously demanded of me.

I shrugged. "Its trajectory was curved a bit. Looked like it'd hit him, enough for Gaara's still-active defense to catch it, but it would have missed if it wasn't caught. As you can see, a part of Karura was... anchored, I suppose, to Gaara, creating an automatic sand defense." I turned to the door. "Right, you guys probably wanna catch up, so I'mma go work on my seals or something now."

"Wait," Karura said. "There are still holes in my memory."

"Those'll hopefully clear up over time, though unfortunately some stuff is probably lost for good... Can't really do too much more for you. The best thing is probably to try to jog your memory, which I'm pretty sure your family and douchey ex can do better than me."

"Douchey ex?" Rasa asked.

"Until death did you part," I said with a grin. "That's the rules, right?"

Rasa blinked. "...Well you're not wrong. And Karura, I honestly wouldn't put it past you if you wanted to leave me."

"Yeah this is the part where I disappear and let you guys have a heartfelt reunion and however KaRasa's going to go." I grinned as I activated the Transparent Escape Jutsu. "And yes, that was a pun!"

kukukuku~

"Right, so maybe you should stay up on full moons," I told Gaara as I was checking the seal after his horrible, nightmare-filled sleep. "Default won't break at all under the light of the moon."

He rubbed his eyes a little more. "That was unpleasant..."

"Yeah, well at least it looks like it'll only be once every thirty days," I noted. "That should be manageable, right? Better than thirty times in thirty days."

He sighed. "I'm going to miss you when you leave..."

I gave him a small smile. "Don't worry, you can always find me..." I poked him in the chest. "...Riiiiiight here."

"But I would like to be able to talk to you more..."

"I know, I was talking about how you should theoretically be able to use Shukaku's power to telepathically contact me from anywhere in the world."

His eyes widened, and I could see a small twinkle in them. "How?"

"See, there's this thing called biju telepathy that biju have, and any two sources of the same type of biju chakra can be used as a sort of relay for it. You have Shukaku and I absorbed just enough of his power from the seals you guys sent me that I gained his power, which means that we're linked. Now, I should note that because of the seal I placed on you, any time I'm calling you, you'll get a notification from your seal and have to manually allow it. Now let's teach you a new psychic power!"

kukukuku~

"That was delicious~" I sighed in delight after finishing my dinner of the third day, this time some heavenly chicken tikka. "Thank you for the meal~. So how's my favorite chakra spirit ghost thing doing after a full day of life and activity?" I asked.

She poked at her food. "I still have no idea how I'm eating this..." she muttered.

"Magic?" I offered. "You holding up alright?"

"I don't feel as scattered as I did before. That's good, right?"

I shrugged. "I've literally never had to deal with a situation like this before, but that sounds about right." I stood up. "Now, I think it's you're bedtime, Gaara-chan. Let's see how the seal's doing today."

"But I want to stay up," Gaara protested.

Karura wagged her finger. "No 'buts,'" she said, then smiled. "Tell you what, I'll tell you a bedtime story. I've missed the opportunity to do that for too long."

Gaara smiled. "Okay, mother."

kukukuku~

"Goodbye!" I waved to my sendoff party as I mounted my lindwyrm. "I'll miss you all! I wish you the best!" I slumped back into Gai's chest. "And I'm pooped. G'night, Gai."

The journey home wasn't as eventful as the journey there. If there were any bandits, they were scared off by my giant monsters long before I even noticed them. I managed to make a new demon gem with all of the bugs that my gems attracted when we set up camp for the night, especially once we hit the forest. There were a lot of bugs in the forest. Never thought I'd say that positively...

"We're back," I said with a smile as I looked at the gates. "Suna was nice, but I was starting to miss home."

"Yes, Konoha is a nice place," Gai said. "Though I must admit that I'll miss being able to train in both hot and cold environments..."

"Pretty sure you're more than fine on the training front already, dude..."