#I picked the chucky cheese from back in my day :3

[ultimateanthropoll]

Massacre Round 15: Rats. Rats. We're the rats.

Ratboy (rat; Ratboy Genius) vs. Mouse King (rat or mouse (unknown); Barbie in The Nutcracker) vs. Stuart Little (mouse; Stuart Little) vs. Chuck E. Cheese (mouse who may or may not have been a rat before; Chuck E. Cheese mascot)

Submitters say:

"I love the ratboy genius series so much it's super creative and it has awesome music. Also Ratboy himself is really cool he's been to space and also the Minecraft dimension. He's a shapeshifter as well and can turn into other animals and stretch his body parts and stuff." (Ratboy)

"he’s voiced by tim curry which is pretty cool" (Mouse King)

"I liked this movie as a kid also I think it's funny to submit him lol" (Stuart Little)

"he's kind of an odd character bc he was redesigned a couple of times and the differences between "eras" are distinct enough that they're basically different characters, but they're all iconic and i'm indecisive. so if he makes the cut, feel free to pick your favorite design or just whichever comes up first in a google search!" (Chuck E. Cheese)

[fanficwriter284]

Alone

"CHARLES!"

"Y---Yes S---Sir?"

"I'll be gone for the weekend. So don't do anything stupid. While I'm gone. Or I'll beat your ass when I come back. Understand?"

"Understood Sir"

Charles's father gave him a stern look and left out the door, slamming it, he left his son there alone. The school was on a week break. Chucky took a moment to process the situation. His dad was gone for the weekend. A whole two days without a beating. He took a moment just to walk around the house and pick up all the broken bottles and glass pieces on the ground. He pretty much cleaned the whole house tidying it all up. He made it look presentable and turned on some music to pass the time. He placed the Jail House Rock record and put the needle on the record and let it play. He did the dishes and vacuum around the house. He opened the fridge and found it was empty, he sighed to himself and open a cabinet, empty. His father left him there with no food, of course, there was a catch.

He ran to his room and opened the secret box he had under his bed. He had some money from tutoring students at school. He walked to the F.W. WOOLWORTH Co. 5 and 10 CENT STORE (I actually looked for a store. From Chucky's Era) He bought some groceries for himself. Simple foods, like bread, cheddar cheese, eggs, milk, cereal, and some fruits. He walked home with his groceries and placed them in the cabinets. He made himself a grilled cheese and happily munched down on it.

Two days had passed and his dad was nowhere to be found. At first, Chucky thought his dad abandoned him but Chucky knew better, his dad wouldn't have told him he was leaving, he would have just snuck away while he was asleep taking anything of value with him. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and turned on the TV something he normally wasn't allowed to do when his dad was around. The boy eventually grew bored and decided to bring Tiffany over.

He left his house and went to Tiffany's house. He knocked on her door 3 times and waited for the door to open. It was her mother, she smelt of tobacco and burnt bacon.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Uhh, Charles Miss. My name is Charles. I'm Tiffany's friend"

"TIFFANY!!! SOME KID IS HERE TO SEE YOU!!!! HE SAID HIS NAME WAS CHARLES"

He heard familiar footsteps running down the stairs. He saw Tiffany's face become ecstatic when she saw him.

"HEY CHUCKY!!!"

"Hey, Tiff---FANY!" Chucky corrected himself from saying Tiff in front of Tiffany's mother. Tiffany sighed in relief when he heard her call her by her actual name.

"I was wondering if you wanted to swing by my house? If you want to?"

"YEAH!!! Mom is it ok if I go?"

"I don't care Tiffany. Go, Stay? Whatever. Stay the whole week if you want to. Less work for me."

"Oh, ok. Let's go" Tiffany looked over at Chucky and back at her mother.

"AND YOUNG MAN!"

"Y--Yes?"

"Are your parents home? And if is a problem send her back over her ASAP. And I'll deal with her"

"Yes ma'am. My folks are home. And they would be fine if Tiffany stayed the week. And I'm sure she wouldn't be any trouble"

Tiffany knew is lying face, so she knew Chucky was lying about his parents being around but didn't mention it in front of her mom. Tiffany's mom gave him a threatening look and slammed the door right in his face.

"So I can really stay over?"

"Yeah, come on"

They had arrived at Chucky's house, and Tiffany noticed changes around, it was cleaner and seemed to shed a little more light, but the most change she had seen was in Chucky. He hadn't been limping and seemed a little more cheerful than usual.

"So, you're alone I take it?"

"Yeah, Dad left, not sure if he's coming back or not. But yeah I'm home alone."

"Sweet"

"You hungry?"

"I could eat"

Chucky whipped up another grilled cheese sandwich this time making two for him and for his companion.

"Thanks"

Later that night they turned on the TV and watched Tom and Jerry. Chucky rarely got to watch TV or cartoons at all for that matter, so he was glued to the screen. He went to grab some pillows and blankets for the two of them.

"Here you can sleep in my bed. I'll take the floor"

"No Chucky, I'm a guest you should sleep in your own bed"

"Exactly, you're a guest so you should take the bed. It's fine. Honestly"

"Nope, how about this" Tiffany grabbed the blankets and a bunch of pillows and brought them downstairs.

"There we go" She spread them around the carpet.

"We'll both sleep here. Like a sleepover!"

"Hm, ok!"

They both spread the blankets across the floor and lay down on the floor. They gave each other enough space and went to sleep.

"Night Chucky"

"Night Tiff"

In the morning Chucky had made some eggs for the two of them and Tiffany poured two glasses of orange juice.

"Thanks for the eggs"

"Yeah no problem"

At The End Of The Week

The two of them cleaned up the house and folded the blankets and put them back into Chucky's room.

"I had a fun week. Thanks for having me over Sweetface"

"Yeah, thanks for coming over Tiff, I'll walk you home"

"Thanks"

After Chucky dropped Tiffany dropped of Tiffany at her house he returned home, where his father was waiting for him.

"Dad?" Chucky froze and backed up slowly.

"Hi Charles"

"H----Hi D--Dad"

Chucky waited for his father's response but nothing. Chucky could tell his father was hung over and slowly went to his room, careful not to disturb his father.

[imagineredwood]

Summary: You and Juice broke up, and while you miss your boyfriend, you miss your Daddy more. 

No sexual content.

Pairing: Juice Ortiz x reader 

Warnings:  Daddy kink, everyone is an 18+ consenting adult

Word count: 1K

***I tried to make this one different than all the others I’ve done. Hope y'all enjoy it  💗***

“Hello?”

You hesitated, not able to find your voice for a minute. Clearing your throat, you picked at a piece of lint that was stuck to your nightshirt.

“Hey, Juice.”

Juice felt like his heart skipped. His voice was low as he sat up straighter.

“Hey baby. Shit, sorry.”

You smiled sadly and gave a soft chuckle, shaking your head though he could not see it.  

“It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize. Its…you don’t have to apologize.”

Juice nodded as well and then there was a long stretch of silence. His voice was low when he spoke again.

“Is everything ok?”

You continued to pick at the lint, your voice small.

“Yeah. I mean, everything’s fine, nothings seriously wrong or anything, I just…I’m lonely.”

Juice sighed on his end, his eyes slipping closed, his brows knitted in anguish. Hearing the sadness in your voice was killing him and he wished he could beat his own ass.

He had left you because he wanted to protect you. To keep you safe. To keep you away from the death and violence. He had sworn when he got with you that he would never leave you, and he had genuinely believed that he would be able to keep that promise when he made it. He should have known better. The fact that you viewed him as both your boyfriend and your Daddy had only served to complicate things and make the split sting even more.

You had been understanding, telling him that you did not want to break up, but you would if that was what he wanted. That had broken his heart on its own and he had vowed not to contact you at all, wanting you to move on and find a man that would stay and keep his word. He had not expected to have you call him but now that you were, the happiness he thought he would feel was nowhere to be found. All he felt was guilt. As stupid of a decision as it may have been, Juice extended the offer anyway.

“Can I come over, baby? Do you want me to? You can say no.”

“Please?”

Juice was up and out of his seat now, waving goodbye at a confused Chibs.

“I’m on my way.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``

You smiled softly as Juice walked through the door, yet you kept your hands to yourself as well as your distance. You weren’t totally sure what the protocol was for having your ex back in your house after 3 months. You both stood there awkwardly until Juice chuckled, opening his arms for you. You stepped into them quickly, wrapping your arms around his middle and clutching onto him. Juice let out a sigh and wrapped his own arms around your frame, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“It’s ok, baby girl. You’re not alone anymore. I’m right here. I got you. Daddy’s here.”

You gave the slightest whimper and Juice realized then that he did not care about the club danger. What good was it trying to stop you from getting hurt because of the MC when he was hurting you himself in the process? It was a stupid decision and he could see that clear as day now. He cooed at you, softly grabbing your face in his hands and bringing you to look at him.

“It’s ok. It was fucking stupid to let you go. I just wanted to protect you. I want you to be safe, even if that means away from me. I don’t want you hurting though.”

You nodded, understanding what he was saying. His reasoning didn’t make it ache any less, but you did understand.

“You were just doing what you thought was best.”

Juice nodded, running his thumb along your cheekbone with love and affection.

“I know, but I was wrong. I see that now. I don’t ever want to have to be without you again.”

“Me either.”

You both laughed and pressed your lips against each other’s, your hands gripping his kutte tightly. Juice’s hands made their way to your waist, holding onto you as if you would disappear as he pulled away.

“I’m sorry.”

Your nod was small, eyes gazing at him.

“I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Ok.”

There was a moment of silence again before Juice spoke once, already back in Daddy mode.

“Have you eaten today?”

You nodded but he was not convinced.

“What did you eat?”

You hesitated for a bit before answering.

“I had a pop tart and some milk. And then an apple.”

Juice gave you his ‘I’m a little disappointed’ look but his eyes held no anger. Reaching, he held his hand out to you.

“Come on, let’s go make you something warm.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

You scooped another spoon of macaroni and cheese into your mouth, Juice reaching over with a napkin to wipe the corner of your mouth. He did not make any for himself, just enough for you. You offered him a bite, but he refused, hands still running up and down your leg.

“Enjoy it.”

You continued eating, Juice handing you your Capri sun when you reached for it. Once you were finished he took the empty bowl from you and placed it down onto the coffee table.

“The boys miss you.”

“Maybe I can drop by tomorrow, say hi.”

Juice smiled as he agreed.

“I know they would like that. Chucky has been asking about you.”

You grinned as you recalled the sweet and strange man. You missed them, of course. They had become your family. You had not wanted to overstep any boundaries though and had kept to yourself. That was in the past though. Sure things weren’t going to go back to the exact way that they had been before, there was still much to be discussed with Juice about your future, but you were back together now, your protector and lover back in your home and arms and that alone made you feel that everything was going to be alright in time.

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[archiveofidentityconstellations]

cass won't share her cheese nibs and bruce doesn't love me and i think?? that i deserve better??? than this???? i'm moving to alaska where NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO

the sequel to that one trix yogurt fic

I feel like I should tell you that I am MASSIVELY fucked up right now 

 like i am such a garbage heap that oscar the grouch took a look at me and said 

 “fuckk off!! i have standards!” 

anyways

it’s Brimothy, bitch

what is UP mothertrucksrs it is Me i am back here to write a report on the UNBELIEVABLE SHIT I JUST HANDLED.

okay so u know how Gotham city is on crack cocaine all the time. with like some LSD and heroin and never ever any weed except for like who is that pig guy?? nevrm he doesn’t have weeeed but like he is definitely a Pig. what the fuck is his name. what the fuck.

 okay so anyways 

 is it Goyle

 Doyle

 Pigoyle 

 tin foil? lmao

OKAY FUCK anyways the City, who Also May Be My Lover, is in a constant life crisis (which i relate? a Lot) and do you want to know this s h i t

Crocodile

Killer Croc

who Steve Irwin would be v disappointed in

Is climbing

into people’s FUCKING TOILETS

???????????????

THIS ISN’T FLORIDA

THIS IS NEW JERSEY

WE WEAR SHOES IN THE WINTER

WHAT SORT OF FLIP-FLOP WEARING CUCKER DOES HE THINK HE IS

okay so obviously KC is a big guy. a Dude. a whack-o whaler of a Male. a Big Boh. the largest banananana in the pack. he is Big. so he cAn’t fit into most people’s toilets. he can, however, fit into Big People’s toilets (big as in wealthy, not As in Tom Hanks)

so KC (crispy,,,nuggest…i wonder if fried alligator is good—not that im thinking of eating him, though someone really should threaten him with cannibalism, like if you’re going to be a bitch about it then you deserve the same done to you, it’s just manners) is in cahoots and canoodles with Someone Who Shall Not Be Named (not bc i don’t know, I do, that’s how detectives work. it’s my JOB to know, and i was a prodigy) but bc there is a whole other report detailing this person and their movements and its case file #4461 if u don’t believe me, but i ain’t no snitch, but i will say that tonight’s events connect to file #4461 so Dad if you’re reading this you should already have it out bc it’s your JOB

speaking of jobs ding ding here is mine coming round the mountain as she comes bc the apple bottom jeans the boots with the fur will be coming round the mountain when she comes shE’ll be coming round the mountain she’ll be coming round the mountain she’ll b e coming round and getting low low low low low l ow low

It was a crisp October night. The sun was blinking its sleepy lids, setting the ballroom with an incandescent glow. Bruce Wayne strode across the floor, his daughter Cassandra accompanying him. They wore matching expressions that the privileged always wear: guarded, yet hungry. Hungry for what? Probably for the crab cakes just out of reach. Neither of them had an allergy, and Cassandra in particular had a propensity to shove anything edible in her mouth, so it really was a tragedy that those crab cakes were all the way across the room. There should really be a table right in the middle of the dance floor just for snacks. That way caterers wouldn’t have to do so much leg work, which is actually a good thing, because that ballroom floor is slippery af. This narrator should know, he has Died A Few Times getting there. Suddenly, the night’s festivities were interrupted by a social faux pas: a scream.

You don’t just scream at regular parties, it’s uncouth and hysterical. But you can scream if the social boundaries have already been crossed, and boy, were they crossed.

You see, Dear Reader, there was a man in the toilet.

I use the term “man” loosely, as his glaring yellow eyes do wonders when you might just crap your pantaloons. You start imagining things, like dinosaurs whcih i am personally a big fan of bc Jurassic Park has a kid named Tim in it and I am also Tim.

 hI y is our toilet so big that Killer Croc could wiggle his way up? also how long can he hold his breath. 

 it seems to be impressively long

 hey Bdad how long can he hold his breath? please let me know if you can, and if you won’t i will eat all your wafers becauzs i wa

Mrs. Trenton screamed and fled the impertinent bathroom guest, who wasted no time in ripping the commode to pieces. There was a roar and all the guests paused, unsure if it was merely pipe problems or if they were under attack.

Reader: They were, in fact, under attack. 

The guests, deciding that Mrs. Trenton was a social entrepreneur, followed her lead and began to scream. Killer Croc had made it to ballroom, standing at an impressive height just outside the doors.

He was Not wearing a shirt.

okay have u ever noticed that Killer Crog hasn’t got any nipples????? where are they? he’s got pecs but no nipples?? 

where did they go where are his nip nops i kno people don’t like to think about this but i hAve wondered since i was like 13 like where did they go. has anyone ever asked him. 

did they fall off

“Take the crab cakes!” shouted Matthew Fielder, a lil bitch.

“No, take me!” said Cassandra Wayne, who would literally rather die than give up those crab cakes.

Killer Croc paid them no heed. He desired one thing and one thing only, the sweet satisfaction for his carnal craving: Humain Flesh.

(alliteration hell yeah hell yeah take that Mrs. Johnson i do know shit and im creative as well u jusy don’t know how my brian works it’s like a golden goose egg trap ye ye ye)

 i just Realized 

 i am…a high school drop out

 i don’t know why im doing this

Dear Reader, as an Aside: Smoking can lead to many health issues, especially if one begins smoking at a young age. Harmful side effects include increased risk of stroke and brain damage; muscular degeneration, eye cataracts; cancer of lips, nose, tongue, and mouth, and nipple loss.

 Jason you may want to have a talk with you and your mipples

The terror in the air was stifling. Cannibalism conduct was not something conveyed in etiquette classes. Rich people never expect to be eaten.

Reader, everyone hardly breathed. Something deeply primal had occurred. 

From the doorway the golden eyes struck. Deadly. Lethal. Hungry. 

This was more than vengeance. It was a sadistic occasion of play.

  okay good thing Dames wasn’t there because he fucking HATES KC he gets all huffy and shrieky about him like “he’s a HYGIENE PROBLEM” and it’s like,,,,,.ur right but i don’t want to agree with you because where do we stand if i do that?? as brothers???

 i think the fuck not 

anyways i just realized i’ve been calling Waylon Jones KC the entire damn time (NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE) but to be fucking h, he wants to to be called that. i called him Allen once and he was so PISSED so i can only think of actually calling him by his name. he wouldn’t even be chill with me naming the sewer alligators even tho they were awesome names. i called one Dundee. that’s fucking genius. that’s just. i’m fucking amazing. stupenous. and unappreciated.

 maybe his nipples fell off because he swims in shit every night?????

 question: why do i swim in shit almost as often 

 what the dfck

 what are my life choices

 i feel like there should have been some fine print involved here 

 “Robin duties include scraping shit off your asschreks 3 times a week”

 mahbe,,,,maybe not what i want 

 personal choice

though i haven’t really seen any alligators in the sewers for years now, which is

oh my god OH MY GOD HE ATE THEM  HE ATE THEM OH MY GOD  OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!!!

HE FUCKING  HE FUCKING. HE. HE ATE HIMSELF  HE FUCNING ATE HIMAELF AND HIS FAMILY HIS COUSINS HIS CPOUSINS  HIS FAMILY OH MY GOD  THIS IS LIKE MY 8TH GRADE GRADUATION ALL OVER AGAIN

im so disturbed……..i like, need to eat something. Fucking hell. this Not what i had in mind when i decided to be alive.

i feel like as if i woke up one day and i was the only one in the entire world who remembered Caillou. also could pull off my face and eat it like taffy. imw so. i.

mom i know i refused to go to Shabbat when i was ten so i don’t get to say this but:

this is Not kosher 

oh heyy i want some pIckes

i was also thinking of takin a spin class?? like fuck it i like to bike. fuck it. and maybe iwdont want bruce and nigtwink fucking watxhing me with their beady eyes. like get those off my calves. my cleavage is up here, gentlemen. stop talking about proper form. some people can do things and suck at them. i’m never going to be like a professional ice curler. and i shouldn’t feel bad about that. who the fuck curls for fun. maybe Canada???????

note to self: look up the history of the sport of curling 

i’m going to get good at it to piss off Jason

Back On Topic:

Killer Croc took a step forward. His mouth trembled, watering in anticipation. He took another step.

Mrs. Trenton drew in a breath. 

The room was silent. 

Far across the room, Bruce Wayne clenched his champagne glass. Cassandra Wayne stopped chewing the crab cakes.  Reader, I won’t mince words: Waylon Jones crossed the threshold.

  and the instant he put his foot down on the ballroom floor he fucking slipped like a drunkass toddler

like when Damian is really really tired bc he’s like 2 years old (only an evil 2 years old like chucky) and Jason tries to give him a high five 

gremlin still doesn’t get that “down low” precedes “too slow” 

and he like. faceplants

onto the fucking concrete 

and then Bruce yells at Jason 

and then Jason yells back

“I NEVER ASKED FOR SIBLINGS”

like it was something we all did, like wrote it down on our batmas lists for Brucie Claus 

and im sitting there, a perennial Forgotten Middle Child

and Damian is like still. on the ground.

anyways KC is just slipping across the ballroom, slippering and sliding bc the floor was just waxed and it’s silent except for the wet slaps of his feet against the floor and the screech his tail makes every time he trips (sort of like this) and when he sometimes falls it makes that sound of when your thighs SLAP against the mats and it sounds like a wet walrus coming to cheer you on while a Giant simultaneously swallows a liquid-filled gummy worm down his throat like QAWAGGHHHHHHH only his falls reverberated against the ceiling panels and the cherubs looked down in like. disgust.

Cass began chewing the crab cakes again by the time Killer Croc fell for the twelfth time so idk it was an embarrassing situation

 we all did that Thing people do when a social barrier is breached 

 we like…..avoided each other’s eyes and made light conversation 

 meanwhile Killer Croc’s body screeched in the background

anyways Matthew Fielder was like “so I hear you dance ballet” and Cass responded “uh huh. tap too” and the chewed up crab cake crumbs fell out of her mouth and onto the floor

 i CAN’T

scrambled cock on a cracker, Cass why does Alfred let this happen????? what is this??????  like she can snort creme puffs like cocaine but GOD FORBID i put my elbows on the table and call damian “a poisonous little bitch” because he ate my croutons

 the standards in this family are unbelievable

So everyone is just talking and Mrs. Trenton is sipping champagne now and Luis Alvarez is doing that thing where he starts trying to eat caviar one teeny tiny egg at a time and KC is just like WHUMPH for the thirtieth time

finally dad takes pity on him and crouches down and is like “hey how you doing slugger” which???? Offended me. Very Much.

that’s MY nickname 

has Waylon No-Nipples Jones been adopted by Bruce Wayne??? has Waylon No-Nipples Jones retrieved HIS sorry ass from time?? i don’t fucking think so 

the audacity of this man

but before Killer Croc can reply

Red Hood

BURSTS INTO THE ROOM

guns out, voice modulator kind of fuzzy like a broke refrigerator that makes an “eeeeeeeeeee” sound ever since i tripped over it and fell on it

 which wASN’T MY FAULT 

 IM NOT “deformed baby zebra clumsy” FUCK YOU JASON 

 MAYBE HE SHOULDN’T KEEP HIS EXPENSIVE HELMET ON THE FLOOR THEN 

 you know what? I’m GLAD i tripped over it.

 yeah. suck it. 

 im glad you sound like a 90s japanese transistor radio 

 off brand too

 fuck you 

 I GOT A BRUISE NOT THAT ANYONE CARES 

 even Bruce was like “hey tim you need to watch where you’re going”

 ???

 how about YOU watch where YOU’RE GOING 

 “where” as in TIME TRAVEL 

 REMEMBER THAT BRUCE 

 REMEMBER THAT?!???????

 HUH BIG GUY?!???????!!???

 no one is allowed to criticize me from now on

 i am Above Reproach 

    anyways yeah Red Hood appears at the party and shoots KC and Bruce was like “why the FUCK would you SHOOT HIM” as if he has some misplaced paternal feeling for Waylon No-Nipples Jones because he called him slugger which is something he calls one of his other kids but whatever im not bitter im just insecure and sad all the time but don’t worry about it maybe i’ll die one day and you’ll all be sorry especially about Certain Things like not sharing cheese nibs huh Cassandra

so RH and Bruce Wayne kind of argue. like. literally sniping at each other bc SOMEBODY forgot that Red Hood is a criminal and not their misplaced son and RH is like “it’s!!!!! a tranquilizer!!!!! ya big hoe!!!!!” only he doesn’t really say it like that but everyone isn’t even listening at this point because this party has already been so goddamn weird and we’re all suffering from secondhand embarrassment

i am Assuming,,,,,that Killer Croc Jones “Jonsie No-Nipples” has been taken away to be put into jail and studied for his non-nipple properties but at this point i’ve been sitting here huffing that cold medicine or whatever Bruce gave me. which

 oh yeah i was crushed earlier 

 it was by “slugger” but whatever

 yeah his body broke mine 

 it was because Bruce and Jason were fighting again and not paying attention so 

 KC was tranquillized and like 

 fell on me 

 he drooled on me too 

 those ballroom floors really hurt 

 like my head feels like mush 

 Alfred’s oatmeal 

 on its second day 

 because i refused to eat it on the first day 

 that man has a spine of Steel and he Does Not Let You Waste Food 

 btw he fell on me because i pushed Luis Alvarez out of the way 

 he was really transfixed by those tiny fish eggs 

 it’s fun to put them on your tongue and let them like slide around 

 so i pushed him out of the way and was promptly crushed to death 

 B said something about a broken collarbone 

 i am more worried about a broken butt 

 fuck

 my coccyx

PROFESSOR PYM wait no shit that’s a comic book character

anyways my butt is broken and im hungry and dad wouldn’t let me get out of the chair so i write up this report because I am A Real Life Detective and I do my JOB

once again im the best

hey red jood can you get me some cheese nibs cassandrA won’t share which is p mean especially since i was all for being eaten to give her those crab cakes  red hoof red  why isn’t he responding to me i want xheese nibs red hanz  red  red  Red Hood please I require sustenance  red fhau red gjji red hhood ted joood redb hood red red edds red red edd dedd red red red red red wd red  what the fuck what a right bastard sometimes oh hi Badaman

EDIT: His name is “Pyg.”  Fucking. Pyg. Points taken off for unoriginality.

decided to have a tumblr version too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[artiemoonqueen]

Baby

By: Monica Lebron

I was part of a family that had very few pets. We had a turtle that was always there since I can remember but was never...never named. We had doves that my dad once built a coop next to our garage. We would have them in the house as they would sit on our shoulders and often lay unfertilized eggs everywhere. My brother and I were definitely too young to take care of doves. One perished from a night in said coop by a predator, the other was wounded and healed inside the house. We somehow...crushed this one during one of our rough housing. I know I know, we are heathens and should be sent to Peta jail but we were children. Being only three years apart from one another at ages 8-10, we were wrestling and playing on the couch with a comforter and one thing led to another. Our last friend from a pair seems to have gotten tangled up with us. We were very very mournful I swear to you all. After that, our parents had divorced(not because of the doves) and I was left to entertain myself without any responsibility to a pet. It was another story for my brother and mom but this isn;t about their many adventures with pets. This really isn't about the ‘previous’ pets we had in the past. This story is about Baby. In the year 2018, long before my 28th birthday I had to figure out a living situation.

1)find roommates that I knew

2)find roommates that I didn’t know

3)move back with my dad

4)live on my own

Since I had lived two years with roommates that I knew and some I knew too much. Before that I was living with my father that would sometimes ‘break my soul’. And I was a bit hesitant to move with people that were strangers at that time, I took the opportunity to live on my own for the first time. $650.00 for an apartment that has high ceilings, beautiful lighting that I will admit that I am currently kicking myself that I didn’t take enough selfies. Furniture and decorations of my own taste and pretty chill neighbors, the location was a little out of ways from anyone visiting and just down the hill was a large pharmaceutical company that was the ‘leading biotechnology company that invents life-transforming medicines for people with serious diseases’ in other words, high possibility that they are working on zombie-endulced material that a friend of mine who once worked there, would swear that that wasn’t happening but promise to text me ‘code red’ as a warning to get my ass far away from that place in anything were to happen.

So I was alone finally and I had really fucking felt it. I went through a winter before looking through websites for adopting an adult feline. I had no preference other than friendly, pettable, I pick up and hug when I need it, but independent. Spoilers(with tears coming down my face I was able to find that. Sorry I thought this was going to be easier) Before our paths would tangle as the dove with my brother and I’s wrestling match, I first looked on the local humane society website to look for potential companions. While I knew I wanted an older cat because of less time training and the idea of giving an older cat a better life, I saw a green eye, black cat with the christen name ‘Monica’. Now if you want to take this moment to go back to the top of this tale and look at the author’s name, I too am named ‘Monica’. What kinda psycho names a cat with a human name like ‘Monica’? I’ve heard names like Sprinkles, Scooby, Donut, Ringo, Chucky, and just about any reference to a greek god/goddess or dessert. Who was the previous owner that watched too many episodes of ‘Friends’ that decided to name a kitten Monica? I quietly laughed in my lonely one bed-room and moved along the website until the next day, on May 21, 2018. A week before my 28th birthday, my little cousin and I drove our way to the adoption center to look at cats that I had no idea whether I would go through with it or not.

“There’s a cat there named Monica?” my cousin had asked after I told her the musing I did the night before.

“ Yeah, she was cute but I can’t take her! I’d look insane.”

“ You don’t know Monica, maybe she is the one.”

“ Hell fucking no.”

We got out of the car and walked in. The front desk had a box of kittens that needed to be processed in. Their mewls were delightful to hear but were too young to be adopted out. I had signed in and asked ‘what’s your most friendliest outgoing cat here right now?’ The person attending us was quick to say all the cats were great but in her time there she had gotten to like a cat named...Monica. I could feel my cousin's smirking gaze on me. I was not going to subject myself to ridicule for having a cat with my same namesake thank you very much. There were many potential companions to see anyway. Some very old and very young. One with just an eye that I was close to choosing and others with large ears that reminded me of season 1 of ‘Girls’ Adam Sackler. But in the room with both a ‘mr and mrs. Incredible’ was also the notable cat named Monica. Let me tell you a little about the cat that will soon be renamed ‘Baby’. She knew how to get ya’ to want her affection. She knew that being present, unafraid. In the open, fluffy with hints of grey and a rich reddish brown coat along the black, open wide green eyes and a meow that was certain. She was her own saleswoman. In a true cliche, I was ‘hook, line and sinker’.

After $90.00 in cash, in a cardboard ‘cat carrier’ and her meowing away, I took a female, domestic longhair, black, eye color that was the color green. Birth Date 10/2009, formerly named ‘Monica’ home. Our first week, I thought she wanted to get close to me at night so when I awoke to a bat that brushed across my face and not her, that was fun. Eleven shots and two weeks of follow up maintenance shots for rabies, we had gotten familiar to one another. I would feed her half a can of wet food at 5:30 am before my morning shift at my part time job at the dmv and feed her the rest at night after my shift from my salon job. She lay on her back sometimes when we were both in the living room while I enjoyed binging on tv. And meow when I say ‘what?’ when we would eye at each-other. She will follow me to a basement apartment that I shared with my close friend David. We call her ‘pizza’ baby because of the time she climbed alongside the back of the couch while we were eating pizza from Pizzaroni. I felt a tug on my left arm that was holding up my cheese slice. When I looked, she was leaning far to reach my pizza to eat it. Not a successful attempt that time but she will try again. She constantly wanted the attention of David to which he would gladly and promptly pet her while she purred and then quickly turned around to bit his hand away. He always gave her the attention though. For that I am grateful for David. You made sure she ate and loved. You affectionately talk about her to your parents on your long distance phone calls with them and tell your two ideal brunch buddies about your time with Baby. You were the best coparent for her when I would leave for a week long trip to Europe or weekends away to work conventions. She loved you. You had to know that, and you Mike. She loved you too. But she didn’t love the dogs that would shit all over the backyard on the walkway to the trash. Those assholes.

Her next adventure with a month long excursion to my dad’s house before the final move together. While I worked my last few weeks at the salon to save for the time that I would become a true ‘City’ woman. She would find ways to break into my dad's room to lay on the middle of his bed and sleep. His heater would be right in her direction, while we sat unknowing in his recliner in front of his tv. He didn't want to like her. I know this. But who could meet a cat like Baby and not love her. Who would not love seeing a black cat go on her hind legs to look out the window that you have looked through to see the ongoings of the gentleman club next door. Yes, from grades eighth to age 26 I had lived in an apartment that was a stone throw away from a gentleman’s club that late at night, my dad would wake me up to see out the window and watch as the patrons would take pictures of topless dancers on the sign of the establishment before a game of ‘catch me if you can’ through the usual busy main street formerly known as The Bowery before 1867 however that should be left for another drawn out tale. Baby will have a final destination and despite her short time here, my dream of her sleeping peacefully near me while I lay on my bed on a raining day did come to fruition. Super Bowl LIV, February 2, 2019. Both my birth mother and I are hungover from separate nights from each other. She picks up my stuff, Baby and I. And we head to my current apartment in Brooklyn, New York. A dream that I have had besides the many others that will be done and accomplished, I swear. Baby is free to roam the car but she opts to explore little and sleeps most of the way to hear and then to Long Beach for two nights of rest. She walks around like the fearless cat that she is in any space she is in. Never cowers. Never shows fear or intimidation. She is fucking awesome in all her glory and we live together here for another six months until she seems to not to be herself.

As I live in a time of fear for my health during a pandemic, I don’t realize that Baby could be going through a decrease of quality of life with some kind of kidney failure. It was all too quick the deterioration in her appearance and behavior. I was quick to get her to a vet but the results showed more than we had thought and I had to bring her to an emergency vet. They were so kind but when the doctor told me the treatment that would be done to her, I agreed to then going to reception to find out that I would even have enough money to keep her there for a day of treatment. I paid for blood work, exam fees and medicine just to try and figure a way and she seemed to perk up again and walk her way to her favorite rooms to look out the windows or spy on us watching another extructating episode of White Lines. But she wouldn’t eat. For almost three weeks she wouldn’t eat and I had to force feed her food but she didn't want it. I would just get frustrated and I’m sure she was frustrated with me but why wouldn’t she just eat and take the medicine and be like another girls cat that has had kidney failure for years but the cat was still going? Why?

I knew what was going to happen if I made another appointment. I knew and I didn’t want to know. I just had to make the appointment because what if? What if, despite the week before she was back to her ‘old self’ she got even worse the following week, and couldn’t even walk in a straight line. What if her constant sleeping was just her trying to heal herself? What if I bring her one more time and they have a better option that I can afford and I can bring her home and she could lay right beside me on the bed like she use to and look at me with her beautiful green giant eyes that a kid once said were evil eyes but your are dumb kid, really dumb. What if? That’s not how it goes though. We know in our souls when it’s time to say that horrible and final goodbye. So we push through, kiss them more and hold them close and bring them to the vet. We will wait and listen with tears already shed for the answer we didn’t want. The answer that didn’t fit with the what ifs. And you try to say your goodbye while uttering so many I’m so sorry. This isn’t a mom in hospice or a phone call from the police saying your sibling has passed. It’s nothing close to seeing the numbers of people dying from a virus or you dad getting in an accident and obtaining horrible injuries. Those pains are harsh, and grasping air. Those pains affect the heart, and brain for the rest of your life. Baby is like one in a million pets that people have lost. There will be millions of pets to come and go after my time here. However Baby was mine for a short time, but mine. I love her. I miss her. I feel her but I know she can never be here with me again. Feeling her not in the room with us but still having her body left was eerie. She made me happy, and loved like a familiar to its owner. Her snores by my head will be missed. Her purrs and weight on my chest. Her constant knots in her long hair. Her allowances of my kisses on her head. Goodbye Monica, Goodbye Baby.

END

[accidental-psalms-blog]

Ellie

"You have to be ready, Ellie," my grandfather said. "The world is cruel, and you will lose everything and everyone you've known and loved."

"What does that mean, lolo?" my seven-year-old self inquired. I wasn't really listening. I just indulged him because he bought me ice cream; I was too busy licking the excess off of the cone to take on this conversation. The next moment, my grandfather reached for the cold, cheese-flavored confectionery and took it away from my sticky hands.

"Lolo!" I protested.

"I said: you will lose everything. Are you listening?" he said in a stern voice.

"I'm listening!" I said. "Please give me my ice cream back..."

He did, and then told me to "Go, play."

My grandfather was a harsh man, but he carried a softness that would make people talk about him kindly despite his strictness. I'd known for a while that his family — most especially his grandchildren — were his weakness.

I did not understand it fully then, but his blue eyes contained a sadness that is similar to the arrival of dusk: a certain gloom tinged by the slightest optimism, brought on by the change of rule when the sun abdicates its stellar throne and moonlight claims sovereignty over the sky.

***

I finished my elementary education while living with my grandparents on my father's side of the family. I liked them both equally, but I was closer to my grandfather than anyone (I spent some time with grandma, too, but she spent most of her afternoons gambling with the neighbors).

He loved arts and crafts; be it sculpture, painting, music, or literature, but my grandfather loved the art of mapmaking most of all. He would often commission local artists to make maps of different places for him. My favorite was the one of Panay, with Boracay Island placed like an awkward piece of beef jerky from across this gigantic blanket of prime meat. I think it was drawn by Kurt, the artist next-door who wanted nothing more than two bottles of beer and a stimulating conversation for such a beautifully-colored map.

My grandfather and I spent a lot of time together during my elementary days, and I loved mornings with him the most. Every sunrise, he would take me to Mang Eric's store to get some Yakult, or Chocolait if it's a Wednesday. That is, if I could wake up as early as 6 AM. If I woke up any later, then no Yakult for me.

Of course, I know that it's his own way of getting me to wake up early in the morning and exercise, but if I'm getting a Yakult (or a Chocolait!) out of it, then I don't see a reason to wake up late.

***

I remember waking up at 5:30 one Wednesday morning to the sound of rain, feeling particularly excited about the chocolate drink I would have later. I washed my face, drank some water, and ran to my grandfather's bedroom which, curiously, still had its door closed. I knocked.

"Lolo? Lolo! Lolo, wake up," I yelled. I remember thinking that it was unusual for me to wake up before he did; I know for a fact that he can wake up as early as 3 AM.

My seven-year-old self did not understand the sinking feeling I had then, one that brought frustration, the way one feels when trying to catch a butterfly in vain. I knocked again three times, louder this time. My grandma would probably get angry with me. But I didn't care. It's Wednesday. Everything is better on Wednesdays.

"Lolo!" I shouted. Outside, the rain went on, and I felt as if the raindrops mocked what little voice I had.

The doorknob turned, and the door slowly opened. It was my grandma who said "Sorry, Ellie. Lolo cannot go out today. He is very sick."

"Can I see him?"

"Later, darling," she said.

***

My grandfather did not die that day. In fact, he lived for many years later — much longer than the days I could spend with him. When I needed to be in high school, I had to go to away and live with my parents in the city. I met new people, new friends, and life became much more than just Yakult, and Chocolait, and Sunday ice cream. There were boys to crush on, books and TV series to speculate on and overanalyze, and Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and all those things I never even imagined would take over my teenage life.

The news of my grandfather's rather unceremonious passing came to us in the middle of my third year in high school, while I was burning brain cells for a barrage of exams that I'll encounter in the following weeks. He died of tuberculosis.

"Your father and I are attending the funeral, sweetie. Will you come?" my mother asked.

"No," I replied. "I need to read— there's just a lot of stuff going on at school right now, mom. Please tell grandma that I love her."

"Alright. Take care of things here, and don't push yourself too hard." she said.

Later that afternoon, I found myself binging on Game of Thrones episodes and fangirling about how Jon Snow should really just end up ruling all of Westeros because he is the one guy that cares and he deserves it.

I will not pretend that I wanted to go to the funeral. I didn't. At the time, I was thinking, it's such a waste of time, the dead are. I knew my grandfather when he was alive, and he made my childhood more colorful. That much is true. He knows that I love him, and I am saddened by his passing, and I think that that is enough. If ever he is watching me, by some notion of the supernatural being true, then he will know that I meant no disrespect.

There's just a lot of things that are more important and more enjoyable than attending someone's funeral right now. I went on with my week, thinking nothing more of it.

***

When my parents came back from the funeral, they brought unripe mangoes and freshly-picked corn. While we were feasting on the produce after lunch, mother told me that grandma found an unsent letter among my grandfather's belongings. The date on the envelope said that he apparently finished the letter three days before his passing.

"Oh? Who's it for?" I asked, intrigued.

"Here," my mother reached into her handbag and produced a sealed white envelope with a map of Panay printed on it. I read the writing on the front: "09/21/2011. For Ellie."

I walked off to my room without a word.

***

xx

Dear Ellie,

I have been thinking about you more and more often these past few days. I know you are faring way better than I can ever, and that alone gives me consolation. The thought of you being energetic, excelling at school, and pursuing some manner of art gives me joy. What remaining energy I have after the days are done, I spend praying that you be kept safe.

You had always been a pearl in my and your grandmother's eyes. When your parents asked us to take care of you in your elementary days — perhaps in a most elaborate attempt to teach you to never forget your roots — we were, at first, reluctant. We are old, and we don't know if we could still handle such a task.

But you made it easier for us, dear one, by being the sweetest girl to grace this boring town. I thought that if I was made solely for the ultimate purpose of taking care of you, then I would accept that I have lived a very full life, indeed.

And yet, see, I am wasting away now, dear child. Whatever life I had is leaving me.

Do you remember when I said that you will lose everything and everyone you have known and loved? When you went away to continue your studies in the city, that was when I felt this truth hurt me the most. I've accepted that you will forget us. Perhaps not completely, but we will be nothing but a very faint memory, one that will be filed behind a multitude of sensations, and whatever tickles the fancy and vigor of youth these days.

I yammer and this must be tiring you; I must get to the point. The purpose of this letter is to ask: Will you come see and us again, soon? Even for one last time. Your grandmother and I will be grateful to have you grace this household once more. I already asked her to prepare your favorite sinigang when you come, as well as to stock the fridge full of Yakult and Chuckie (it's what they call Chocolait these days — I personally hate that cartoon cow, but the drink tastes great all the same).

I hope you will, dear. I actually have more than a feeling that you will grant this request, because I wrote this on a Wednesday, and we both know that everything is better on Wednesdays. Better enough that I even wrote a poem, see:

*

You will not need a map

The drawings and maps are all gone, Ellie, taken away by a dozen storms, but you must not worry; you will not need them to find me.

I will be the memory of a little valley, a little store on the off-road, the melting ice cream on Sunday afternoons.

The colors fade from my skin, like a blackbird losing feathers to reveal what pale skin lies underneath; weak, frail.

But I believe that even if all of the maps are gone, dear Ellie, you will not need them to find me.

*

That's it, dear one. I'm afraid I've written what this poor mind could handle to write for a day. Should you decide to come visit, let us know soon.

Sincerely, Your Grandfather

xx

***

I cried that whole afternoon.

I suppose there's no truer adage than "You'll never know what you have been missing until it's gone," but after all was said and done I felt a sense of contentment and purpose, thankful for my parents and my grandparents for making my childhood just that much better.

I had never thanked my grandfather properly, and I have to admit that I was insensitive about his funeral. But I'm a woman of means now, and the idea of giving back was instilled my heart from the day I read that letter. Now, at twenty-eight, I spend my spare time doing volunteer work for a local organization that helps children deal with domestic abuse.

Everyone can be a gift to the world. An act of random kindness, a smile, a melody, a little poem, or the mere act of sharing bowls of sinigang with the next door neighbors, can make a difference. There is no escaping from loss; loss will always be there.

All that matters is how we deal with loss moving forward. And, as my grandfather taught me, I need no map.

[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

New Man (Part 3)

Part 1, Part 2

“In two weeks. I’m really nervous because if Raine doesn’t like him or they won’t get along I’d have to end things.”  You also hoped Luke wouldn’t ruin that date either, but there was no telling with him.

     You foot tapped at the floor in nervousness and your hands became clammy as the seconds ticked by. Your attention was drawn back to Raine the minute she let out a tiny whine. “What’s wrong?” you asked, head tilting to the side in question and eyebrows furrowing. You reached out to straighten the romper she was wearing, eyes meeting her hazel ones. Raine pointed at the ground and your eyebrow rose.

“Crayon!” she exclaimed and pointed at the floor again. You looked down and noticed the purple crayon she had been drawing with had fell to the ground. You leaned down in your spot and swiped it off the floor. “Crayon,” Raine said again. You sat it in front of her and then glanced at your watch. 

“Scott’s late baby girl,” you said in a light voice. You grabbed the wrapper the straw had came in and began to make tiny rips into the paper. After planning this date for weeks, Scott was finally meeting Raine and you were extremely nervous. The plan was to meet up for lunch and then go to Chuck E. Cheese. “Did you have fun seeing your grandparents?” you asked Raine, trying to distract yourself from Scott not being there. Luke had asked you to let him extend the time he had with Raine and so she ended up spending a few more days with him. You were happy to have your baby girl home and it was just in time for her to meet your boyfriend. Your phone vibrated loudly against the table and you picked it up. It was a message from Scott.

Sorry I’m running a little late, but I’m five minutes away. I can’t wait to meet Raine!

You smiled at the message and let out a sigh of relief. You had to get use to someone messaging you about going to be late. Whenever you were with Luke he would just show up when he wanted. You’ve often had to postpone stuff to accommodate him running off schedule. Now that you were with someone new you didn’t have to worry at all. Just five more minutes and then the real challenge would begin.

Raine curiously stared up at Scott and her head tilted to the side as she studied the stranger standing in front of her. You had gone on a bathroom run and by the time you and Raine left the restroom, Scott was sitting at the table. You bent down until you were at Raine’s height and your chin rested on her shoulder. “Raine Cloud this is mommy’s boyfriend, Scott,” you told her in a sweet voice. The young girl blinked at your words and you could feel her inch back into your embrace. “She’s a bit shy when meeting new people,” you explained to Scott. He had been standing at a safe distance away from the two of you. Rocking on the balls of his feet in nervousness. 

“Hello, Raine it’s nice to finally meet you. Your mom has told me so much about you,” Scott said, holding out his hand and bending down to Raine’s height also. Raine shifted in her spot and then timidly looked up at you. You gave her a smile and nodded your head in a sign to say it was okay. 

“Hi,” Raine timidly smiled, reaching out to grab his hand. Scott grinned at the sound of her voice and you could visibly see him relax. He let out a small chuckle and shook her hand. 

“Did you order yet?” Scott questioned, watching as you picked Raine up and placed her back in the high chair she had been sitting in. You shook your head and slid into the booth. 

“No I just ordered something to drink,” you told him. Scott nodded and tapped his fingers against the table. He was still nervous and wasn’t sure what to say to you with Raine sitting there. The child had went back to drawing and was babbling on about some show. She was talking as best as she could, some words being real and the others just sounds since she was still learning how to talk. 

“How are you feeling?” Scott asked. You let out a deep breath and gave him a small smile.

“Terrified,” you truthfully said, “I kind of thought you weren’t going to show up for a second.” Scott looked shocked at your words and you shook your head. “It was only because you were late and usually when that happens, in my case, I get stood up,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Scott’s hand reached out to grab yours and his thumb brushed over the back of your hand. His eyebrows had furrowed in worry, but the smile on his face stayed. 

“I would never stand you up especially for something like this,” Scott reassured. Granted Scott had been scared the minute you told him you wanted him to meet Raine, but Scott liked you a lot and your daughter was a part of your life, so if he wanted to be in it. . .well that meant he had to meet the young girl that was the light of your life. “I’m glad to be here,” he said. You smiled at his words and Scott turned his attention to Raine. “Hey, Raine I brought you a present,” Scott said grabbing her attention as well. You watched as he pulled a small box from his jacket pocket and placed it in front of her. Raine grabbed the box with her chubby little hand and hit it against the table in curiousness. You took the box from her and began to peel the wrapping paper off. 

“What’s this?”you questioned in the voice you used to talk to her. You placed the paper you had ripped down on the table neatly and then opened the box with a smile. Inside was a silver bracelet. Similar to the one Scott had gotten for you, but only smaller to accommodate a child’s wrist. 

“I thought mother and daughter should match,” Scott explained. You picked up the bracelet and saw Raine’s name engraved on the side just like yours. 

“Thank you. Raine what do you say?” you said, clipping the jewelry onto the child’s wrist. You gave Scott a smile and he sent you a wink.

“Thank you!” she chirped, going back to what she was previously preoccupied with. A few minutes later the server arrived to take your orders and the date officially began.

     Raine began to wiggle about in your arms when she spotted the familiar Chuck E. Cheese place. “Chucky! Chucky!” she exclaimed, pointing at the building in excitement. The two of you had gone to this family entertainment center about fifty times. The child growing to like the place. It was almost like a second home for her. You laughed in response and looked at Scott. Raine had already grown to like him in such a short period of time. 

“If you start spoiling her like you spoil me then she won’t leave your side,” you warned him in a joking manner. Noticing how the small child was already reaching out for Scott in hopes that he’d hold her. Scott grabbed Raine from your arms and laughed at your words.

“How can you not spoil someone with this cute face,” he rhetorically asked. With one hand Scott held the door open for you. After paying to enter the place, you found a booth to sit in. Just as you all were getting settled a call came in. You looked at your phone and saw Luke’s face light up on the screen. 

“Can you watch her for just a minute?” you asked Scott, holding your phone up to indicate that you needed to take the call. Scott nodded and went off to buy some token so Raine could play the games. “Hey, Luke,” you said trying not to sound annoyed by his call. 

“Hey where are you?” Luke questioned. You glanced at your surroundings and contemplated on telling Luke exactly where you were.

“Uh I’m at home. Why?” you lied, deciding you didn’t want Luke to know Scott was meeting Raine today. Your eyes landed on to the spot where Scott was and he gave you a smile and whispered something to Raine. Seconds later her attention turned towards you and she waved. 

“You’re home? Really?” Luke paused and you could hear something banging in the background. “Can you hear me knocking?” he said in annoyance. You rolled your eyes and sighed. 

“Luke you don’t need to know my whereabouts. I’m out for the day if you must know,” you said in monotone. Your eyes stayed locked on Raine. Even though you were allowing Scott to watch her for a few minutes and you trusted him, you were still protective over your child. 

“We were suppose to meet up for family day remember?” Luke questioned trying to jog your memory. You lips parted in surprise and your hand flew up to your head. Family day was something you and Luke did twice every month. It had been a mutual agreement. Only to allow Raine to spend time with both her parents together in one room like before. 

“Shit, Luke it totally slipped my mind,” you sighed, silence filled the line and you let out another sigh. “We’re at Chuck E. Cheese today, so can we reschedule?” you asked.

“Why don’t I just come there? That’s a family place,” Luke said. You could hear a door close in the background and the car starting up. “It’s the one you always go to right?” 

“Wait Luke I seriously thin-” your words were cut off by him talking. 

“I’ll see you there,” Luke said, hanging up the phone. You couldn’t believe the conversation you just had and glanced over at Scott in worry. Introducing him to Raine was hard enough and now that Luke was on the way you weren’t sure what you were going to do. 

“Hey what’s wrong?” Scott questioned. The look on your face was a frown and he could tell something was bothering you. 

“Um so I forgot today was family day with Luke and I tried to reschedule, but I told him we were here, so now he’s on his way,” you said, catching your breath at the end. Scott bit onto his bottom lip and looked at you with worry too. 

“So you’re telling me Luke is on his way here. Like here here?” he asked. You nodded and a nervous smile made its way onto your face. “Wow okay-I guess that’s fine,” he muttered. Scott hadn’t been the biggest fan of Luke ever since the two met a couple of weeks ago. You knew he was lying and you knew Scott didn’t want to say anything in fear of insulting the father of your child. Luke was permanently in your life and Scott couldn’t do anything to change that.

Luke had a scowl on his face when he spotted Raine in Scott’s arms. You already knew what was running through his head. Being the first to approach him before he could come up and cause a scene. “I thought I told you I didn’t want him to meet her,” Luke hissed, shooting daggers in Scott’s direction.

“And I told you it wasn’t your decision, so be nice and don’t scare him off,” you said through a fake smile. Luke mimicked your smile and approached Scott.

“Dada!” Raine shouted the minute she spotted her father. Luke smile turned into a real grin and he held his arms open as the child did a small jump from Scott’s arms into her father’s. 

“Raine Cloud! How’s my baby girl?” Luke asked, peppering her face in kisses. Raine giggled in delight and you smiled at the sight. You were brought back to your senses at the feeling of Scott’s arm wrapping around your waist. Raine began to talk to Luke her words being jumbled as she spoke. Luke nodded and made small comments as if the child was making sense and you could see his demeanor change as Raine took his attention off Scott. 

“This is going to be fun,” Scott whispered in your ear, stepping away to greet Luke. “Nice to see you again,” Scott said, shaking Luke’s hand. Luke’s eyes looked Scott up and down and he smiled. 

“Yeah. Sorry to barge in on your date,” Luke apologized.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done it,” you muttered under your breath.

“Family day is just really important to me and it’s the only time where I’m not busy with work,” Luke explained. Raine had gone quiet, resting her head on Luke’s shoulder, and sucking on her thumb. Luke had always had that affect on her. Being somewhat of a human teddy bear for when she was upset or just wanted to be held. You sat down and just watched the two men in your life talk. Surprised that Luke was genuinely being nice right now. He had never been fond of another man looking at you. Especially one that you were dating. “Oh what do you do for a living?” Scott asked. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, mainly because you assumed Scott already knew. Luke’s career wasn’t really a secret and the band he was in had been in the media enough for someone to recognize them on the street. Luke’s reaction to Scott’s question was similar to yours and you expected him to say something snarky, luckily Luke didn’t.

“I’m in the music business,” he told Scott. “In a band called 5 Seconds of Summer.” Scott’s face lit up as he realized exactly who Luke was.

“Oh you’re Luke Hemmings. Like the actual Luke Hemmings?” Scott questioned, “I thought you looked familiar, but I didn’t want to assume anything.” Luke shrugged Scott off and his attention was now on the little girl in his arms. 

“Let’s go play some games,” he said, giving Raine’s cheek a big kiss before placing her down and grabbing her hand instead. As the two walked away Scott was left back with you. Scott was in a daze as he walked back to where you were and sat down. 

“So you dated and had a child with Luke Hemmings,” Scott said in shock. You could tell he was getting intimidated. Luke’s career was way above his and it made Scott feel inferior to your ex. You could already see an invisible cloud looming over Scott’s head. Usually when one of the guys you’ve dated found out about Luke or Raine they didn’t stay around too long. Though Scott lasted for three months, so you didn’t expect his new found information about your baby daddy to scare him off that easily. “That’s wild. How’d that happen?” he asked. 

“Long story that I rather not get into now,” you smiled. “I hope this doesn’t change your mind on our relationship,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip in nervousness. Scott grinned at your words and shook his head.

“No way. This makes me want to be with you even more and so far Raine likes me which is great.” You let out a laugh of relief and smiled. “Besides Luke lost out on the being with the most beautiful woman ever. Only an idiot would give you up,” Scott said. You laughed even more and Scott pointed over his shoulder “I’m gonna use the restroom,” he said, giving your lips a quick peck before leaving. You let out a deep sigh and your smile faded as you watched Luke and Raine from afar. Your thoughts were running wild and though you were happy being with Scott, you still felt a tinge of longing in your heart for Luke. Your mind traced back to the weekend you and Luke had spent together when you had first started seeing Scott. Though you two never spoke of that night once the weekend was over, something Luke had said during that time stuck with you. Something he had said when he was sober. 

“Let’s have another baby,” Luke whispered, his fingers trailing up and down your leg. The both of you were still winding down from having sex for like the tenth time that weekend. You giggled at his words and looked up at Luke. “I’m serious let’s get married and have another baby,” he said, sending a small kiss to your shoulder. You grinned at Luke’s words and his lips landed on yours in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he said, kissing you some more.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a smile embracing your face as he kissed you even more. A few seconds later you nodded in agreement. “Are you asking me to marry you?” you questioned, skin feeling warm at the thought of actually getting married to Luke like you two had planned and having even more children. Luke pulled you closer as if that was possible since you were practically laying on top of him.

“I am. . .you know I bought an engagement ring for you?” he questioned. You shook your head and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I was going to propose to you before you told me you were pregnant. I guess I was too caught up in the news to ask. Then we started having problems and. . .” Luke’s voice trailed off and he shook the thought from his head. His hand landed on your hip and he pinched at your skin. “I regret leaving you, Y/N. So I’m fixing my mistakes. I want this. I want you back in my life and I want my family back. Will you marry me?”