#That kids are slamming together in a sandbox

[lazlolullaby]

Terry McGinnis gets yeeted to the past and becomes besties with Jason

he also has Ace and the shelter doesn't allow "scary dogs" inside.

So. He's a homeless teenager and his big dog. Who both have Batman level training. Possibly his suit, but it's funnier if he doesn't.

because I've seen Damien VS Terry a few times but I haven't seen our juvie children Jason and Terry interact much in fandom.

Mostly follows the DCAU timeline but you know. General fluid canon playground bashing action figures together because I love Terry and by dint of him being in the future he's a little estranged from the Bat Fam and that makes me sad.

first thing: Terry knows he can't wipe himself out of existence because of the way he traveled. His future is fine, he just has to repair his time machine.

But you know. Homeless, no resources. Bruce taught him to be suspicious of the government, and this is before the League, so. Not many people he can turn to.

It was almost an accident, but he was walking Ace and caught the Joker mid-rant against Batman and Robin. Terry heckles them as a distraction. He insults the Clown good. He even throws in a barb against Batman just to be funny.

Tim tries to guide him away, but the Big Brother instinct kicks in and he ends up fighting the Joker anyway.

When Batman tried to catch up to him, Terry flinched and ran. Sure, Bruce would help, but he wanted to do this by himself.

Red Hood hears about this and decides to investigate. "Hey, buddy. word is you ain't scared of clowns. I hear you could use some protection."

Terry weighs his options. He's read about Jason Todd. Red Hood. The whole mess. "It's not like I'm not scared, it's just - that Robin kid. I had a little brother his size and I'd be pissed if a low rate clown ever hurt him." And "you know death doesn't stop some people. Why don't we mock him? Make sure no one takes him seriously ever again?"

"I'm listening."

Terry becomes an Enforcer in Crime Alley. He gets close to Jason, mostly because of shared backgrounds and complaining about "their old bosses", not that Jason knows he's also talking about Bruce.

Terry had a big yelling match with his father Warren the last time he saw him before he died. He starts to soften Jason up to the idea of talking with his father since they both have dangerous night jobs.

There are raids for getting Terry's time machine up and running again. There are also surgical attacks on the Joker's usual haunts and goons. Terry and Ace get caught and taken back to Wayne Manor.

Terry specifically asks to watch how Alfred makes his cookies and food. Bruce thinks he's being paranoid but he just wants to know how to make food the way Older Bruce likes it.

Bruce thinks he's Jason and does a DNA test. It shows that he's not Jason, but he is Bruce Wayne's son. Terry didn't know this, and while he was keeping it together so far, he freaks out.

Ace was trained as a medical dog and can tell when someone has heart problems. He makes Terry lay on the floor. "Yeah this is your heart problem, here's a sneak peek of your future."

Idk how to end this but it's like, Jason comes in the front wanting to see his friend. And also talk with Bruce.

[jungkit]

what's after like?

sunghoon x f!reader genre: fluff warnings: none wc: 1,295

inspired by after like by ive!

for @bywons event! love u sruby

Sunghoon has been your best friend for as long as you can remember.

Your earliest memory is of 4-year-old you with 4-year-old Sunghoon, playing in the sandbox. 

A mean kid came by and ruined Sunghoon's sand castle. You didn't like seeing another kid cry, so you told the boy's mom. 

He got dragged out of the park, kicking and screaming.

You returned to the sandbox to see Sunghoon smiling, and that's when you introduced yourselves.

From that point forward, you and Sunghoon were inseparable.

You went through every stage of life together, even the awkward ones.

Of course, when puberty struck, you noticed Sunghoon becoming more handsome than you last remembered. 

Now, you didn't say anything.

Sunghoon was cocky in a playful way. You didn't want to stroke his ego further. 

This newfound attractiveness came with more people, especially girls, interested in Sunghoon.

You were 14 when he got his first girlfriend.

Not wanting to cross any boundaries, you stepped back, only interacting with Sunghoon when he initiated it.

That relationship didn't last, and before you knew it, Sunghoon became known as one of your school's playboys. Having a new girlfriend every month became a habit for him.

But you didn't judge. You didn't pry. You didn't do anything.

Sunghoon was still your best friend, and you didn't want to jeopardize that.

Today, you and Sunghoon are at your house, chilling. 

“How are you and Veronica?” You ask, messing with your hair in front of your vanity.

Sunghoon, lying on your bed, shakes his head before saying, “We broke up.”

Confused, you turn to him, “But I thought you guys were doing well?”

“It just didn't work,” he said, scrolling through his phone.

While Sunghoon has had several girlfriends, you haven't even had your first boyfriend. 

Being a senior in high school without even having your first kiss is kind of embarrassing. Then again, you've never been teased for it.

“Can you help me get a boyfriend?” You ask, taking the conversation in a completely different direction. 

“You don't need a boyfriend,” Sunghoon replies curtly, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“I know I don't need one, but I want one. You get to have a million and one girlfriend, but I can't have a boyfriend?”

Sunghoon finally looks up at you, but the usual playfulness in his eyes is not present. Instead, he almost looks angry.

“Guys are no good. You don't need somebody who's just going to play with your heart.”

You don't know why you're suddenly annoyed, but before you can stop yourself, you snap, “What, someone like you?”

Sunghoon eyes widen, taking in your words. 

You turn away from him, immediately regretting what you said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-”

Before you can say anything else, Sunghoon leaves your room. You call after him, flinching as you hear the front door slam.

Tears prick your eyes, and you bury your head in your hands.

Great, now you just ruined the one genuine friendship you had.

The next day at school, you try to look for Sunghoon, but he's nowhere to be found.

You ask his other friends, a group of boys Sunghoon met in his first year.

“I saw him this morning, but he seemed to be in a pissy mood, so we didn't bother him. Did something happen?” Heeseung asks.

You sit at the table, telling them what happened the day before.

“Y/N, don't worry about it. Technically, what you said isn't wrong. Maybe it sparked something inside Hoon,” Sunoo says, touching your shaking one.

The other guys look at each other like they know something you don't. As you're about to ask what's up, the bell rings.

You sigh, frustrated, but get up, leaving for class.

The rest of the day passes with no sign of Sunghoon. In your last period of the day, you hear two girls gossiping in the back corner.

“Did you hear about Sunghoon?”

They immediately catch your attention, and you subtly lean back to hear the rest of the conversation.

“What happened?”

“Younghee asked him out during lunch, and he rejected her. Can you believe it?”

Younghee? You know her, she's one of the most popular girls in your school.

She asked Sunghoon out, and he rejected her, you wonder why.

From what you know, she's a nice girl. There's no reason as to why Sunghoon shouldn't have at least given her a chance.

Once the bell rings and your day ends, you rush to the parking lot to see if you can spot Sunghoon's car.

You see it, but he's already speeding out of the parking lot onto the street.

You sigh. He must be avoiding you. You must've hurt his feelings.

Getting into your own car, you drive home with a sense of guilt plaguing your heart.

When you get home, you see Sunghoon's car parked by your house.

He's sitting on your porch, head in his hands.

You park in your driveway, get out, and walk up to him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, slinging your bag across your shoulder.

He looks up, his eyes red, like he'd been crying.

You immediately bend down to his height, “Hoon, what's wrong? Did something happen?”

He shakes his head, “No, I just needed to talk to you.”

You invite him inside, and the house is quiet because your parents aren't home.

He sits on the couch while you go to the kitchen for water. 

Once you sit down, Sunghoon starts speaking. 

“I'm sorry for running out on you yesterday and avoiding you today at school. I just had a lot on my mind.”

“Sunghoon, I should be the one apologizing. What I said was too much, and I didn't mean it.”

He shakes his head, “You don't need to apologize… you were right. I do play with girl’s hearts. I’m one of the guys I told you to stay away from.” 

“But Sunghoon,” you start, “You're so much more than that. You're kind and caring. You put others before yourself, especially me. You're one of the greatest people I've ever known. I don't know why your relationships don't work out, but they don't define you.”

“I know why they don't work out,” he says, “They don't work out because I'm the one who doesn't give any effort.”

“But why, Sunghoon?”

“Because they're not who I truly want.”

You scoot closer to him on the couch, putting your hand over his, “Then who do you want, Hoon?”

He pauses.

“You, Y/N. I want you. I've always wanted you.”

You don't register his answer for a second, the words running through your mind a million miles a minute.

“Me?”

Sunghoon nods, “It's always been you. I know I shouldn't have used those other girls, but… I thought I couldn't have you.”

“Sunghoon,” you coo, “You've always had me.”

You place a gentle hand on his cheek, turning his head to face you.

His lip wobbles like he's going to cry again.

You press your lips on his, stroking his cheek.

He kisses you back, turning his head to deepen it.

You've never felt something like this—this amount of happiness and warmth.

His hands make their way to your waist, holding you tightly.

You feel his tongue tease your bottom lip.

Opening your mouth slightly, you let him inside. 

The taste of him makes you feel weak.

You don't want to pull away, but you need air, so you do reluctantly. 

“Is this real?” Sunghoon asks, stroking your waist with his big hands.

You giggle, “It's real, Hoonie. You know what comes after like?”

He shakes his head.

“Love. I love you, Sunghoon.”

He smiles, his fangs, your favorite part of him, showing. “I love you more, Y/N.”

i will be updating mafs today so look out for that hehe

[cevansbrat0007]

Okay!! What if reader took this and sent it to Andy? It’s obvi Bebe and Koko! Andy would be so sad😂

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CmPrl-5JTKe/?igshid=NTdlMDg3MTY=

Baby Blush

Summary: You send Andy an adorable video of your girls and their playground crush, which sends his blood pressure through the roof.

Warnings: Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy Barber, Mentions of Pregnancy, Allusions to Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own. My sleeping pills have kicked in. I'll do more edits after I wake up.

___

"Hey, baby." You smile into the phone as you watch your little BiBi chase her younger sister around the playground. "How are -?"

"Who the fuck was that?" Andy interrupts as he shuffles what sounds like papers in his office.

"Who?" You ask, pretending to be confused about the source of your husband's displeasure.

"That delinquent - the one who was making eyes at both my daughters." KitCat blows you a kiss which you pretend to catch, all the while trying not to laugh. Because you knew exactly who your man was talking about.

Just like you knew that sending him that adorable video would more than likely cause a spike in his blood pressure.

"Oh! You mean the cutie pie?" You chirp into the receiver, taking a sip of your cinnamon spice tea. "Wasn't that just the sweetest thing? And their little blushes..."

"No." Comes his stubborn grunt. "My girls are too young to blush. Especially over some player fresh out of the sandbox."

Tossing your book aside, your hand goes to rest on the swell of your pregnant belly. You listen patiently to your husband as he continues to rant while you keep a mindful eye on your babies as they take turns going down the slide.

"- And like I keep telling you, baby girl, these boys are only after one motherfucking thing! They emerge from the womb with the urge to seek and destroy."

"I know that's what you keep saying. But I would like to point out that he's also only six-years-old, my love." At this point, you can practically hear your Andy Bear raking an agitated hand through his hair.

"So what? I don't care if the kid just got out of diapers, I'm not gonna let some sticky-fingered casanova corrupt my little princesses. Ain't gonna happen." He hisses as he rifles through his desk drawers for something. You secretly hope it's that tube of lavender essential oil you'd accidentally left behind in one of the compartments during his last office get-together.

Shit calmed him down. And it was seriously beginning to sound like he could use a good whiff.

"Well, Andrew, I just spoke with his parents about getting together for a playdate. Turns out, Romeo has a little brother right around Katrina's age so --"

You're interrupted once again with more inane blustering from the love of your life and father of your two, soon to be four, children.

"His name is Romeo? As in 'oh, where for art thou'? And what the hell's his brother's name? Othello? Just no, Y/N."

Blowing out a breath, you decide that there is no point in trying to explain the differences between the two Shakespearean tragedies. Over the years you'd learned that he would eventually tire himself out all on his own.

"Actually, it's Luca. But okay, Big Man."

"Hmph! You keep forgetting that as the head of this household, it's my job to protect my girls, all five of you, from outside threats." You hear what sounds like something being slammed on his desk. Perhaps a paper weight. "And anything with a - a dangling participle is a threat, prepubescent or not."

"Uh huh. You got your oils, honey?" You look down at your nails as you internally try to justify the need for a new manicure. "I'm just curious."

"If I snort any harder, it'll be lodged halfway up my left nostril." He grouses, followed by an exaggerated sniff.

If you looked up the definition of that word in the dictionary, all you would find was a picture of your handsome man's face.

"Very good." With a sigh, you pull the phone away from your ear to check the time. Another thirty minutes and you'd be ready to head home. "You know, since you're the, uh, man of the house, how would you feel about philly cheesesteak sandwiches and fries for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds delicious. But back to this Romeo character --"

"We're meeting Romeo and his family for a playground and coffee date this Sunday at 2:00pm. And before you ask, the answer is no. No weapons, no interrogations, and no threats of jail time or anything involving any other potentially serious legal ramifications."

Had you covered everything? Maybe. Maybe not. Andrew Barber could be a lot sometimes.

"Y/N, sweetheart, I am in charge here." Andy growls, not liking any of what you just said. "And that means -"

"It means would you like waffle or sweet potato fries?" A beat goes by, letting you know that you've got him thinking.

"Waffle." Comes the quiet, bordering on sullen, huff.

"Excellent choice, sir. And speaking of choices, we'll need to leave the house by 1:30 if we're going to be on time for coffee." Standing, you begin to collect your things before attempting to wrangle the girls. "I've gotta hop off and grab the ladies, Big Man. I'll see you at home, but I also feel the need to warn you..."

"Warn me about what?" He growls, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's pouting on the other end of the phone. All six-foot-something feet of him.

"That I've already prepared my closing arguments, just in case you want to go another round about this. And I'm gonna win, with or without a jury."

"Oh, is that so?" Andy snorts.

"It is. Especially if you want me to do that thing you like tonight, or any other night for that matter."

"You talkin' about the thing you do when you wear..?" His voice trails off as his thoughts begin to drift in a different, much naughtier direction.

"Yep. C'mon babies. We've gotta go make something yummy for Daddy for dinner!"

Another beat of silence.

"So...2:00pm on Sunday. Fine." He mutters with a resigned sigh. "But I'm not gonna smile for any of it." You can practically hear the wheels turning in that beautiful mind of his. "And you're wearing the outfit tonight, complete with the heels."

"You've got yourself a deal, Big Man."

END

[thatseventiesbitch]

"Let's jump in the puddles!" Little Eric and Donna, non T9S compliant? :)

Thanks for the ask! Prompt Ask Game

"Oh - oh. You can wear your new raincoat!" Kitty laughed with excitement as she pulled it from the front closet.

But her son was less than enthusiastic.

"Why do I need to go outside, Mama?" Eric complained, even as she helped him into the lime green, frog-themed jacket and started to zip it up the front.

"Because your mother and I need some alone time," Red barked sharply. He'd joined, walking up with his hand in Laurie's. She, too, was dressed in a pink and purple rain get-up, and twirled a child-sized umbrella innocently. "It's been five days of nothing but rain and togetherness time," he made a face. "It gives me a new appreciation for why some species eat their young."

"Oh, Red." Kitty batted at him playfully, and then returned her attention to Eric. She set her hands on his shoulders and steered him authoritatively out the front door. "That's nonsense. We just - we want you kids to go have some fun!"

Eric and Laurie were both ushered onto the front stoop, and then the front door slammed closed behind them.

"Fun would be playing with my GI Joes," Eric grumbled to himself.

"You're such a loser," his sister scoffed, poking him pointedly with her umbrella. She pushed him until he was forced to hop down the front steps - or risk tumbling down them.

"Wait. Where are you going?" he called after his sister. She was quickly breaking for the street.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Laurie sneered. Eric watched her pink hooded head until it disappeared from sight beyond their neighbor's fence.

Great. What now?

He looked around his front yard desperately. It had stopped raining for the moment, but days of non-stop drizzles had left everything moist and messy. His sandbox was flooded. His swing set shimmered with water. His favorite Tonka Truck was half buried in the muck. Eric sighed and kicked a rock near his foot.

"Hey. Whatcha doin'?"

It was that redheaded girl. Her family moved in next door last month. Eric glanced at her wearily. The first time they'd met she'd punched him so hard it knocked the wind out of him.

"My parents locked me out," he mumbled.

The girl laughed. They stood next to each other on his driveway now. It didn't seem like she was going to hit him, so Eric relaxed. "My parents probably don't know where I am."

"Won't they be worried about you?"

She made a face. "I don't think so. My mom's thumb is stuck in something right now, so they were a little busy when I left."

Eric frowned. "Does that happen a lot?"

"You have no idea."

Eric laughed at the funny face she was making again.

"So anyway. Do you wanna play?"

"Um," he gestured to his soggy yard. "It's too wet." He sighed again, and his next words came out in a whine. "I just want to go back inside."

The redhead laughed again. "What are you talking about? We could make mud pies... or find worms..." Eric's expression twisted unpleasantly. "Or - or we could jump in the puddles!" Her expression brightened when his did. "C'mon!"

She tugged him forward eagerly by the arm, and before long both children were shrieking for joy.

"Oh, Red, now see. He made a friend," Kitty smiled brightly from behind the sliding door.

"Great," Red commented drily, as he came up behind her to see. Then he grabbed her waist and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "I think that buys us time for another round, what do you say?"

[mommalosthermind]

Sterek Beast's Beauty?

Okay! Yes!

@annechen-melo

Beast’s Beauty is a WIP I started…. Seven years ago? Directly after Mend and Make Do was published. Initial file was over 200k when I realized I was trying to hold too many plot lines together and had to go back to the beginning and untangle them to even begin to *find* a resolution. Current wip is broken down into an astonishing number of ‘keep your facts straight’ folders, with four completed chapters and four interlude chapters. Word count for revision is 63,952.

The overall plot started as a simple, “I want Erica and Stiles to be childhood besties who fell apart after his mom dies. Erica goes missing due to a shitty prank and Stiles drags Scott into the Epic Quest To Find Her. Werewolves happen, maybe some beauty and the beast references.”

…I attempted a summary but I keep getting excited and going into waaay too much detail lmao so bare bones of the revision: Stiles finds Erica, they get trapped on the old Hale property, despite the way the house itself should have burned down with the entire family inside years ago. Erica’s bitten, Stiles is sleuthing, Derek is traumatized and entirely unhelpful, and for some reason the pictures of his family keep... moving. Slow burn for Sterek, since Derek thinks Stiles Knows Things because He Should, but Stiles has holes in his memory and doesn’t know shit, and has zero patience for the cryptic bullshit. Also the whole, ‘biting as an introductory activity’ thing. Bad manners, really. So. An awful lot of beauty and the beast, actually.

Side plots are exploring Chris/John (the sheriff is john. He just is.) with the fun backstory of “they were in a triad with Claudia but then Kate Happened and Gerard Intervened” while Chris tries to help locate the missing kids while keeping his father at bay. Lydia keeps sleepwalking to the edge of the woods, Jackson’s trying to keep her safe from both herself and her father, who seems cruel for the sake of it. Hale family isn’t as missing as Stiles thinks. Stiles would really like to blame all the weird shit he keeps experiencing on the adderall withdrawal but he hasn’t touched that since his mom died. He’s pretty sure being able to spy on his dad through a glass of water is maybe not a noted side effect, either. Scott’s attempting to be a good friend but makes bad choices because he is a teenager. Allison’s trying to be helpful, but also thinks her aunt is great. Her aunt, who seems to be entirely too aware of what’s going on the in preserve, and a little too keen on Scott.

There is. A lot. It is messy and I love it dearly and I have no fucking idea how I’m gonna wrap this all together so it’s been sitting in the ‘please love me’ section of the WiPs. Re-reading through bits and pieces to find a chunk to share was fun, though. I didn’t realize I missed this disaster project so much.

Speaking of finding a snippet, I went with something in chapter 4. And by snippet I meant its like a thousand words because I have a problem and don’t know how to do Small Things, so I’ll tuck that under a cut. (Also entirely unedited from the last time I played in this sandbox so. Probably errors.)

“Alright, dickweed,” Stiles announced, barreling into the kitchen. “Time to—

Shadowman leaned against the island, head flying up from where he’d let it hang between his sloped shoulders. One hand shot out to slam a small frame flat against the countertop, laying atop it as though it could right itself without permission, as he stood tall, eyes wild.

“—Pony up some… what the hell, dude? What’s that?”

“None of your business. You shouldn’t be down here, she asked you to stay.”

Stiles pursed his mouth to one side, resisting the urge to squint across the room. He changed trajectory, letting his feet wander him around the far side of the island. “See, that, that right there? That’s kind of the running theme. You know things,” he swept a hand out in a grand gesture, noting the way Shadowman shifted to one side to keep Stiles in view, “things us mere mortals don’t—”

“Mere mortals.”

“‘Swhat I said, yeah. Point! You know, we don’t, you don’t share with the class, and I’m not digging this whole routine at all, man, so let’s try something new, like, oh, I don’t know,” he slapped his hands down on the edge of the island. 

Shadowman’s fingers, splayed across the frame, twitched closer to his palm. 

“Werewolves, for starters.”

Silence hung over the room. Stiles counted his breaths, forcing his hands flat against the countertop. Cloth swished as Shadowman went boxy, arms crossing over his chest. That sardonic slant to his mouth came back, a tiny upward pull of his brows sprinkling humor on top. “Took you long enough, Stilinski.”

“Oh fuck you, dude,” Stiles shoved himself away from the counter, only to immediately press around the corner and get into the taller man’s face. “You could’ve told us at any point in time—”

“I did,” Shadowman drawled, not acknowledging Stiles’ flailing limbs at all. “Repeatedly. She ignored me. You ignored me. You,” he took a step closer, forcing Stiles back enough to be able to look up the last few inches into his face. “Repeatedly told me you were both human.” He snorted, inelegant.

“Okay, first off, I? Am one hundred percent human.” Stiles waved a hand down his side. “This is prime unbitten human, right here.” He decided to be the bigger man and ignore the blatant way Shadowman rolled his eyes. “Second, your explanation was severely lacking in that it had zero actual explaining. At all. Ever. At any point. Don’t you take that tone of eyebrow with me,” he added, watching as Shadowman’s eyebrows did a funny little waggle as he mouthed Stiles’ words.

“Werewolves,” Stiles snapped, determined to wring out every ounce of information he could. “That’s a thing. Erica is a wolf.” He paused, staring pointedly at Shadowman until he nodded. “Erica is a werewolf because you are a werewolf, and you bit her. That’s the gift you mean. Being changed.” Another nod. “All the weird shit she’s doing is werewolfy shit. The senses, the healing— she’s gonna heal fine, right?”

“Yes, and yes, Mi—” Exasperation cut off in a clack of teeth. “Do you honestly not know this?”

“Uh, why the fuck would I know literally any of this? Was there a class I missed? Like, is it between Chem and History? No, I don’t know any of this!”

Shadowman gave ground instead of answering, retreating back to the kitchen table, expression indecipherable.

Rookie mistake. In a flash, Stiles wrenched the abandoned frame upright. Whatever he might have expected, he honestly didn’t know, but time fractured around the edges as he took her in. Long, wavy brown hair around an oval face. Huge, startled eyes swirled with brown and green. A sloping nose over a horrified, opened mouth. Parts of a whole his mind slipped over, again and again, unable to click sections together.

The frame clattered back to the counter from his numb fingers. Stiles hunched over, hands shooting up to press into his skull. They couldn’t stop the abrupt flashes of red hot iron scraping along the inside of his brain; the pressure made it close to manageable. 

“Mischief—” A man’s voice, far off and distorted, hands on his shoulders. “Stel? What—” the words broke down into unintelligible hisses. Stiles whined. Every sound rubbed against the raw edges of his head.

The headache drained away in small bursts, leaving him panting against the island. Shadowman hovered a few feet away, the frame cradled in one hand. Both forearms carried new black tattoos, snaking around each other in broad ropes. 

“I have… so many more questions now,” Stiles muttered. He gave himself three deep breaths before forcing himself to stand, more than half convinced the movement would jar the pickax in his brain back to life. 

It didn’t, but the memory made his movement cautious. He held out one hand, as imperious as he could manage with wobbly legs. “Give it back.”

Dark brows snapped together.

Stiles’ jaw clenched and his nose flared. “It’s pretty obvious you know more than I’ve even thought to ask yet,” he started, voice a low rasp in his throat. “Don’t think we won’t get to that, wolfboy, because we will.” The flinch looked unconscious, and was deeply satisfying to witness. “But first, give her back.”

Those stupid brows slid up, Shadowman's mouth falling open, even as his eyes darted around the room. His hand, though, held the frame closer to his chest. “Her?”

Stiles snorted, closing his eyes for a beat, hands on his hips as he tried to roll some of the tension from his neck. “You wanna play that game, man? Okay. Cool. We can do this dance. I know her.” It rang in his chest as he said it, so he said it again. “I know her. I know she’s about this tall,” he held a hand out to the side, above his shoulders. “I know she’s got a mole on the left side of her face, and tattoo. Tattoos? I know she smells like paint and fire,” he couldn’t stop once he started, even as the pickax turned into a power drill at the top of his spine. Despite the water in his eyes and the rocks squeezing his voice he added, “I know she makes me think of chocolate and playgrounds and stars, and I know that I don’t fucking know how I know any of that, but I’m beginning to think you do, so give her back.”

This time, when he reached out, Shadowman met him stare for stare. This time, the silence stretched until Stiles’ extended hand began to tremble. This time, mouth thin, Shadowman dropped his eyes to the side and pressed the body-warmed frame into Stiles’ grip.

[ilearhmajeste]

A 0privet drib3

Just a feeling from abore bed

Your asking the bible

No

Ok

She says nevermind

I know cuz I've seen her steam from hers while the back of my eichelornia goes through to the ear on its left. All the time I swear. Keep track with missile scud.

No there's scares then vine

Hennas notticemint we don't give out ice

Take this ring out of your nose!

She wasn't that pregnant

Nina

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More headcanons I thought of since the last one

- Prince Fluff (gijinka, I don’t think puffballs can do this) knows how to do ariel silk so he has a tendency to just fall out of trees right next to people at eye level, scaring them as he dangles

- that does mean he hangs around with Taranza quite a bit.

-After the events of epic yarn, Fluff trained himself to properly use his whip to the point where fighting him is actually scary. He also uses it to grab things he needs, wether it be on the top shelf or just out of hands reach. He uses it so often that he’s able to grab a full cup without it spilling, very spiderman like.

-DDD is stupid good at rhythm games, mostly taiko no tatsujin; Meta enjoys shoot/beat ‘em ups and bullet hells; Kirby mainly plays puzzle games and platformers

-None of the main 4 Meta-Knights are cis. There is no way.

-The only plant that Kirby can keep alive are (maxim) tomato plants, he has tried branching out. It does not work.

-Morpho Knight makes their own teas, most are floral.

- Meta can’t drive. Legally or physically. Don’t let him drive anything, he is impatient and will always speed and crash. No, he can’t drive the Halberd either, that’s what Axe Knight is for

- All the star allies have a star somewhere on their uniforms/armor/clothing, very Steven Universe/crystal gem like, I thought it’d be cool

- DDD was definitely the type to make bad interior design decisions. Like, he would put a shirt on a hanger and put it on the wall or paint his walls that one bright aqua color that every kid painted their walls and/or have an eyesore of a wallpaper. Thank Nova for the dees.

Also, all the star allies, and just most of Kirby’s friends, are close with one another and will often train and spar together. This not only gives me the excuse to pair up random characters to do mundane stuff like shopping and hanging out, but also let’s me make random scenarios for the on and off battlefield:

- going back to Fluff, he typically tries to get his opponent’s weapons out of their hand, if they don’t have a weapon, oh well.

- Fluff also figured out that he could grab and throw people, this ended up in him accidentally grabbing Meta Knight’s leg as he was in the air and slamming him on the ground. There was already quite a crowd, so the silence was deafening. (Meta recovered quick and was very impressed).

- DDD found out that hitting the ground hard enough will disorientate people, he uses it frequently

- Ribbon is one to rush, making quick, fast, up-close movements

- Taranza lays webs everywhere he can, one wrong step and you’re wrapped up like a present

- Ribbon vs Susie = cowboy standoff

- Marx just tries to scare people out of bounds, he has no plans

- The animal friends and the mage sisters just enjoy having like 8 people on the field

- Bandana dee and Fluff like to play sandbox and simulator games (think slime rancher, stardew valley, job simulator, the sims, etc.) it’s very calming.

- Those born/made in the mirror and yarn dimensions don’t feel pain as strongly as others, especially out of their own dimensions. This does mean Fluff and Dark Meta have, on multiple occasions, have worked themselves to exhaustion, but they’re never by themselves when they get too tired, as stubborn as they both are that they don’t need help.

 - Parasol, Sailor, and Bandana dee are all identical triplets, only in looks though, personality wise, very few similarities.

- When Dreamland was no longer yarn, Fluff hated the way grass and water felt. On the other hand, gooey, dark matter swordsman, 0, 02, etc, love the way grass feels

- Sailor dee is very good at sewing, if anyone on the Halberd has a tear in their clothes or wants something made, they go to Sailor. None of them know how to buy formal wear, Sailor makes all of it. Spear Knights likes to help.

- Queen Ripple, Prince Fluff, and DDD like to hang out. They don’t act all royally, they already do that all day, what usually happens is they get take out, crash on the couch of whoever’s castle is closest and gossip

- Gooey, Parasol Dee, and Nago sun bathe and nap together.

- Flamberge and Dark Meta are good at death metal screams, neither of them even listen to any genre of metal.

- Meta Knight is still in contact with Sword and Blade Knight, he makes sure to invite them whenever a big event is going on

[sunjaesol]

and all i've seen is green eyes and freckles and your smile

juke | childhood friends to lovers | title: everything has changed // taylor swift

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"Hey! Can I make pies with you?" A voice chirps.

Luke looks up from his serious work, sweat building on his forehead, and meets the eyes of a girl from his classroom. She's Julie, he thinks, though it could also be Flynn or Thea or Penny. They all sit together.

"It's chocolate," he explains, digging his fingers in the mud. "Do you like chocolate?"

"I love chocolate!" she yells, collapsing in the sandbox beside him and tucking her cloud of curls behind her ears.

Their jeans are stained and their elbows are scratched, but by the end of recess, they've baked about a dozen different cakes and have 'tried' a few as well.

"My mom makes the best cakes," she babbles as the bell rings, the two sauntering to the spot Miss Bloom would be waiting. "Like, real cakes, and I help her."

"That's cool." He stuffs his tiny hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I like cake too. My mom doesn't make it though."

"Then how do you know you like cake?"

"We buy it from the store, duh!" he laughs. "My favourite's confetti cake."

She hums in agreement. "I like peanut butter cherry a lot."

He gawks. "Whoa! That sounds crazy!"

"Do you wanna try a slice sometime?"

They go to stand in line with the other kids of their class, Miss Bloom counting their heads.

"Sure!"

—

The class goes to the zoo the next week, and Luke and Julie stick together as newly formed best friends. She holds his hand when he's scared of the zebras, and he helps her stand a little higher on the gate to get a better look at the llamas.

She, Flynn and Luke make the biggest collage of pictures and drawings the class had ever seen.

She feigns reading his hand and tells him his future is bright, a word that sticks with him and starts using for the rest of year.

She also tells him they'll be best friends forever and it gains her the biggest hug in the world.

Second grade ends and all of her friends go to her house to eat peanut butter cherry pie and listen to music in the garden as they play games.

She links pinkies with Luke at the end of night. "Friends forever?"

He grins, missing a front tooth. "Forever and more!"

—

"Reggie's parents are fighting," Luke quips, both of them upside down on the monkey bars.

Julie looks at him. His face is turning red. She wonders if she looks the same right now. "Fighting? Like, yelling ?"

"I don't know." He tries to shrug but his arms just flop around. "He just says they're fighting. Maybe they'll get a DJ."

Her nose curls up. "A DJ?"

"A DJ... like when moms and dads aren't together anymore."

She giggles. "A divorce, silly!"

Alex and Reggie trudge to their spot on the playground and mount themselves on the monkey bars.

"What are we taking about?" Reggie asks.

Alex pouts. "I don't wanna go upside down. What if I fall?"

"I've fallen and I'm still alive," Luke counters.

Alex shrugs and sits on the bars, but doesn't drop upside down. He can still listen like this.

"About your parents," Julie says, "about fighting."

Reggie makes a face. "I just don't like it. Like, I'm loud, but they're loud!"

Luke makes a noise of excitement, not unlike a strangled animal. He puffs, hoisting himself up. The rest follows and suddenly Alex isn't alone.

"Let's do a sleepover!" he exclaims. "My house!"

Everyone hollers and agrees. Julie raises her hand. "Can Flynn come too?"

"Why?"

"Because Flynn is fun and my best friend too!"

Alex smiles. "I like her too."

Reggie wiggles his brows. "Like like?"

"Ew, no!"

"So?" Julie stresses, looking at Luke.

He shrugs. "Sure. She can come too."

—

They're ten when Luke yells, "Ew, no, I don't like Julie!"

The girl in question who had been making their way to the group of boys, ready to ask Luke, Alex and Reg to play, balks at his exclaim. He doesn't like her? But they're best friends!

Hurt and offended, she stomps the last few meters and yells his name.

"Luke!"

He turns around in surprise. "Jules!"

"What do you mean you don't like me?!"

All the boys start laughing and snickering, muffling their mouths or blatantly pointing at her. She crosses her arms. Boys are so stupid!

"I don't!" he rushes.

"WHAT?!"

"I don't like like you," he clarifies, annoyed by the boys.

She stops for a moment. "Well, duh."

"Ya see," Luke grins, "Julie and I are just tight, okay?"

Bobby shrugs. "Whatever. You're still a sissy for being best friends with a girl!"

Anger floods her senses once more and she makes a consecutive decision right then and there. Pounding forward, she takes a resolute turn to Bobby and then slams her foot on his.

He yelps in agony, grabbing his foot and falling on the ground.

"That's what you get!" she yells.

"Yeah!" Luke and Reggie exclaim.

"Uh, guys—" Alex stutters.

They turn around to an angry mister Trent. Great, she thinks, now she's getting the blame for what Bobby started!

At least Luke doesn't like like her. That would've been a disaster.

(She gets detention, but it's worth it. Bobby stops bothering her.)

—

(But then Luke steals her first kiss that summer when they're by the pool playing truth or dare because Kayla wants to be adventurous. She's been obsessed with the idea of kissing and pushes Luke and Julie to do it.

It's brief, light as a feather and kind of weird, but she doesn't hate it.

His face turns bright as a cherry and she's kind of embarrassed for a day, but then they're cool and just don't talk about it.)

—

Reggie's parents divorce when they're in the sixth grade and they hold many more sleepovers. 

—

"Don't move," Julie orders, carefully putting toothpaste on his pimple, "it's gonna work, I promise."

Luke groans. "You promise? It's HUGE!"

"It really isn't," she lies, because it's probably as big as the Kilimanjaro.

"I wanted to be cool on the first day of middle school and now I have a pimple," he whines, falling back on her bed when she's done.

Capping her toothpaste, she shrugs. "You're cool... just with a pimple. We're still biking together, right?"

"Of course!"

—

She feels the first prick of jealousy when Luke is dubbed 'the cutest boy of seventh grade' and all the girls start swarming him or asking her what he likes.

Well, he likes rock music and poking snails and her mom's pies. Does that help them make Luke their boyfriend? She doesn't think so!

"They're stealing my friend!" Julie grumbles to Flynn as they're both watching Thea make a move, or whatever that means.

"Luke isn't gonna stop being your friend," Flynn reassures. "But boys are dumb. So, I don't know."

Luke feels his first hit of jealousy at the eighth grade spring fling dance when he sees Nick asking Julie to dance during some sappy Ed Sheeran song. He thinks she'll say no, but to his baffled surprise, she says yes! To Nick! Why would anyone want to dance with Nick?! Luke swears the kid eats his own boogers.

"Why is she dancing with Nick and not with me?" he nags, standing beside Alex and Reggie as they're hoarding food.

Reggie grins. "Jealous?"

"Uh, no!"

"Sure."

—

It kind of gets awkward after that.

In the summer between eighth and ninth — aka, the start of freaking high school! — they both undergo major bouts of puberty.

Luke gets a growth spurt and constantly has aching knees, Julie graduates from a training bra to an actual bra because she suddenly has boobs and she's scared it'll change things.

Now, she also looks different from the guys. They'll still like her, right?

Julie swaps her glasses for contact lenses since it's easier and Luke buys his first guitar from mowing lawns all summer long.

Because of that, he lost a lot of his baby fat.

Suddenly, her best friend is kind of… attractive.

—

Luke gets his first girlfriend in freshman year and it isn't Julie and she hates how it comes as a surprise to her that… well… it isn't her. It's Thea, of all people. Guess that one move she made in seventh grade paid off.

According to Luke, they go on dates to the movies sometimes, or hang out at the skatepark, and kiss when no one's looking.

"I've kissed plenty of girls," Reggie boasts, noting his Bible summer camp experience. "Catch up, Luke."

"Me and Thea kiss a ton!" he exclaims, but it doesn't sound convincing. "Like, a lot!"

Alex and Julie share a disgusted look from across the cafeteria table. He came out as gay this year to them and Julie doesn't like girls, so these conversations are useless to them.

"Can we talk about something else?" she whines. "This is boring!"

Luke shrugs. "Pearl Jam brought out a new album."

The one statement diverts the conversation completely, much to her enjoyment, until Thea walks to their table and steals Luke from them.

Julie sees red.

Alex asks her if she likes Luke during a quiet moment.

"No," she mutters. "Not like that."

"Okay."

"You don't believe me?"

"No... not really."

—

They break up after three months and right then, Julie and Nick get together. He's sweet and kind and smart and cute and when he kisses her, he's soft and careful. She likes it. She feels safe around Nick.

He teaches her a bit of lacrosse, she teaches him how to make empanadas.

It's clear Luke doesn't like him though.

"He's so boring, Julie," he says. "I don't know what you see in him."

"What did you see in Thea?" she challenges him.

"She was cute," he shrugs, "and nice. And she's a good kisser."

She smiles, victorious, and crosses her arms. "There you go. Your explanation."

His face sours. "I don't believe he's a good kisser."

"Want to try for yourself?"

He rolls his eyes. "No. Whatever. Have fun on that date of yours," he mutters the last, grabbing his shoes and walking out her bedroom.

She's angry and distracted during the entire date and she hates herself for realising weeks later that Luke was right. Nick is boring.

Sweet, but boring.

She breaks up with him after three months — as long as Luke and Thea were together — and suddenly she understands why Luke behaved the way he did.

Why she behaved the way she did.

They're playing truth or dare in someone's basement at a birthday party, all carefully drinking from a can of cheap beer, when Carrie dares Luke to kiss Julie.

He kisses her… and then they keep kissing.

The group hollers when they don't separate after three seconds and go insane when his hand slips up her cheek and it prolongs to ten.

Their faces are red and awed when they pull back and the others in the circle look like they've won the Olympics.

"Talk?" Luke rasps.

"Yes."

He grabs her hand and pulls her out the circle, everyone ooh-ing and ah-ing, thinking they're gonna do something scandalous. They find themselves in an empty hallway. Luke lets go of her hand and starts nervously scratching at his neck.

"So, uh, that kiss, uh—"

"I liked it," she blurts. It's the biggest risk of her life, but she takes it anyway. "What, uh, did you think?"

"Yeah!" He rushes forward, sudden surge of excitement. "Yeah, I liked— I really liked it. I- I wanna kiss you again."

She smiles. "You do?"

He blushes. "Yeah."

"Okay," she giggles.

And then he's right there, cradling her cheeks while she's holding onto the hem of his t-shirt and it's sweet and warm and way different than when she kissed Nick. It's more.

She really likes him. She really really really likes Luke to an insane degree.

They talk and share little kisses on the couch for the entire night, giddy and dopey. Her heart is bursting! It may be one of the best moments of her young life.

—

"Hey," he grins, kissing her square on the lips as he meets her by her locker. 

It's the start of senior year. Only a few more months until freedom and the beginning and end of milestones, but Luke's a constant. 

To her, he'll be a constant forever. 

"Hey," she smiles, grabbing his hand. "Ready to go?" 

"Ready when you are."

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New World CH. Ten

Title: Into the Prison

Words: 2752

Warnings: Strong language, canon-typical violence, Thomas being a sexist asshole

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Dean

Flashlight in hand, Dean walked quietly through the dark halls of the prison. It echoed easily and he made sure to keep his feet light. Rats squeaked in the distance and torn-apart bodies littered the floor. Maggie scrunched up her nose at the smell and jumped slightly when Glenn spray painted an arrow on the wall. Everyone was on edge and it didn’t help when Maggie turned right into Glenn, shrieking somewhat quietly. Dean whipped around, ready to fight, but relaxed when he didn’t see any walkers.

 “Sorry,” Maggie whispered.

 Quickly, they all moved forward. Turning another corner, Glenn made another arrow and Dean walked beside Rick. Looking at each other, Dean nodded and turned a corner at a ‘T’ intersection, knife at the ready. Nothing was there and he went to the left. Walking quietly, there was a thud somewhere in front of the group and when Rick went forward, there were walkers.

 “Shit,” Dean said.

 “Go back! Move!” Rick said.

 “Walkers!”

 Everyone rushed back, trying to get away. Hershel tripped over a body and fell against the wall. T-Dog helped him upright and they continued running. Dean was in the front of the group with Daryl.

 “S’go! This way,” Daryl said.

 Running as fast as he could, Dean heard Maggie scream. He looked back and she was okay, so he went back to looking forward. Daryl opened a door and ushered everyone inside. After doing a quick sweep of the tiny room, Daryl crouched down.

 “Where’s Glenn and Maggie?” Rick whispered harshly.

 “We have to go back,” Hershel said.

 “But which way?”

 Everyone was silent and Rick opened the doors once the walkers were gone. Dean rushed back the way they came, looking for any sign of Glenn and Maggie.

 “Maggie? Glenn?” Hershel whispered into a deserted hallway. Getting no answer, he moved on, following Rick. Dean stayed up front with Daryl and only turned around when he heard Hershel screaming.

 “No!” Rick yelled, shooting the walker biting Hershel. Glenn and Maggie came tearing around the corner. Glenn and Rick helped Hershel up and Dean took out some walkers approaching the group.

 “We’re blocked!” Dean yelled. “Get back!”

 They ran and came across a set of double doors with handcuffs chaining it together.

 “Open the door!” Rick yelled. T-Dog snapped it in half with his crowbar and Dean ran inside, checking for any walkers. He didn’t see any and helped keep the doors shut with Daryl and T-Dog until he closed it off with his crowbar.

 “Hold him down,” Rick said, taking his belt off to wrap it around Hershel’s knee. “Only one way to keep you alive.”

 Rick grabbed an axe and started hacking away at Hershel’s leg. His scream made Dean flinch slightly but when they stopped, his heart dropped. Looking at him, Dean saw that he just passed out. Maggie was holding his head and she was crying, not looking at Rick. Soon, Rick had cut off his leg.

 “He’s bleeding out.” Dean went to grab a piece of cloth laying on the floor, but Daryl held his hand up, motioning for everyone to stay down.

 “Duck,” he said quietly. Rick dropped while Dean and Daryl stood up, pointing their weapons at five men.

 “Holy shit,” one of them said.

 “Who the hell are ya?” Daryl said, inching closer.

 “Who the hell are you?” One of them said back.

 “He’s bleeding out, we gotta go back,” Rick said. “Come around here and put pressure on the knee!”

 “Why don’t ya come on outta there?”

 “Nice and slow,” Dean added.

 “What happened to him?” The one in the wife-beater asked.

 “He got bit.”

 “Bit?” They pulled out their weapons and Dean took out and cocked his pistol, T-Dog drawing his gun too.

 “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now,” Daryl said. Dean had his eyes narrowed as the one in the wife-beater trained his gun on Daryl. “Nobody needs ta get hurt.”

 “You have medical supplies?” Glenn asked, pushing past the men.

 “Where do you think you’re going?” One of them said. At that moment, the walkers started banging on the door and snarling.

 “Rick, we gotta go,” Dean said.

 “I know.”

 “Who the hell are you people anyway?”  

 “Don’t look like no rescue team.”

 “If a rescue team is what you’re waiting for, don’t,” Rick said. “Come on, we gotta go!”

 Glenn rolled out a cart and they heaved Hershel onto it. Dean never looked away from the men, but he slowly walked backwards.

 “T, the door!”

 “Are you crazy? Don’t open that!”

 “We got this,” Dean said. Only one walker came through the door and T-Dog took care of it.

 “Dean! Daryl! Come on!”

 Dean started walking backwards, Daryl following. Once they were out the door, Daryl slammed it shut and everyone started running back to the cell block. Dean took the rear with T-Dog while Daryl took the front. He could hear the men following and frowned.

  “They’re following us,” Dean said.

 “Follow the flashlight,” one of them said.

 “Go, go, go!” Daryl said. Rick started pushing the cart again, Daryl taking point while Dean was at the back of the group. It didn’t take Dean as long as he thought it would to get to the cell block and when they did, Rick called to Carl.

 “Carl, open the door! It’s Hershel! Carl!”

 When you heard Rick yelling, you stood up fast and ran to the door.

 “Oh my god what happened?” You said, stepping aside so Rick could wheel Hershel inside. “Where’s Daryl? Is he okay?”

 “He got bit. And Daryl’s fine.”

 That was all you got out of Rick so you took your gun out and walked into the common area where you found Daryl. Eyes were locked on the door Daryl was staring at and you readied your gun. You could hear feet shuffling and whispering before you saw them. The one with the gun came in first, and you shifted your stance.

 “That’s far enough,” Daryl said. They didn’t stop walking until all of them were in the room.

 “Cell block C,” gunman said. “Cell four, that’s mine. Let me in.”

 “Today’s your lucky day fellas. You’ve been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You’re free ta go.”

 “What you got goin’ on in there?”

 “Nothing that concerns you,” you said. He looked at you and licked his lips.

 “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing? Why don’t you put the gun down and let me show you a good time?”

 You scrunched your face in disgust. “No thanks. I’m perfectly fine over here.”

 “Then don’t be telling me what’s my concern.” He pulled out his gun and advanced on you. You tried your hardest to not flinch but you closed your eyes for a second. Daryl didn’t like that and he went to stand in front of you.

 “Oh, I see. You two fucking?” He looked at you. “Why don’t you leave arrow-man and let me show you how a real man fucks.”

 He laughed and one of his friends spoke up.

 “Chill, man. Dude’s leg is all messed up. Besides, we’re free now. Why are we still in here?”

 “Your friend’s gotta point,” Daryl said sharply.

 “Yeah, I gotta check on my old lady.”

 “A group of civilians breaking into a prison they got no business in got me thinking there ain’t no place for us to go.”

 “Why don’t you go find out?” You said.

 “Maybe we’ll just be going now,” one of them said.

 “Hey, we ain’t leaving,” gunman said.

 “You ain’t coming in either,” T-Dog said, showing up from around the corner. His gun was raised and so was the prisoners.

 “My house, my rules. I go where I damn well please!”

 “Calm down,” you said. He pointed the gun at you.

 “Don’t tell me to calm down, bitch,” he spat.

 “Don’t talk ta her like that,” Daryl said. “There ain’t nothing for ya here. Why don’t ya go back ta your sandbox?”

 “Hey, everyone relax. There’s no need for this,” Rick said, Dean right behind him.

 “How many of you in there?”

 “Too many for you to handle.” Rick’s eyes moved between you and the gunman, his gun still trained on you.

 “You guys rob a bank or something? Why don’t you take him to a hospital?”

 You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at your brother.

 “How long you been locked in that cafeteria?” Dean asked.

 “Going on like ten months.”

 “A riot broke out,” the big man said. “Never seen anything like it.”

 “One guard looked out for us, locked us in the cafeteria. Threw me this piece and told us to sit tight, he’d be right back.”

 “Yeah, that was two-hundred and ninety-two days ago,” Big man said.

 “Ninety-four, according to my calculations.”

 “Shut up!” Gunman said.

 “We were thinking that the National Guard or the army should be showing up any day now.”

 “There is no army,” you said.

 “What you mean?”

 “There’s no government, no hospitals, no police. It’s all gone,” Rick said.

 “For real?”

 “Serious.”

 “My kids and my old lady,” one of them said. “You got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?”

 “Ya just don’t get it, do ya?” Daryl said

 “There are no more phones. Or internet. Everything’s gone.” You looked at Daryl and lowered your gun.

 “As far as we can see, at least half the population has been wiped out. Probably more.”

 The men looked like they were trying to process the information and gunman lowered his weapon slightly.

 “Ain’t no way,” he said.

 “See for yourself,” Rick said, pointing to the door. The men walked outside, you following close behind. Your weapon was still drawn and you were still tense. Daryl was right behind you and he put his hand on the small of your back.

 “Ya good?” He asked lowly.

 “I’m fine. Just worried about Hershel.”

 “Ya can go back inside if ya want.”

 “And leave some of my boys without any defense? No,” you said with a shake of your head. “Carol and Sam have things under control.”

 “You never said, how did y’all get in here?”

 “Cut a hole in the fence over by that guard tower,” Dean said.

 “That easy, huh?”

 “Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” you said.

 “Easy for you to say. You probably haven’t wanted for anything in your life,” he muttered. You rolled your eyes and looked away.

 “So is it a sort of disease?” The big man said.

 “Yeah, and we’re all infected.”

 “What you mean, infected? Like, AIDS or something?”  

 “If I was ta kill ya, shoot an arrow in your chest, you’d come back as one of these things. It’s gonna happen ta all of us.” Daryl said. You bit your lip and sighed, looking at him.

 “Ain’t no way these Robin Hood pussies are responsible for killing all these freaks,” gunman said. “Especially if they have women helping out.”

 You bit your tongue at that remark and tried looking as unbothered as possible.

 “Where’d you come from?” He asked Rick.

 “Atlanta.”

 “Where you headed?”

 “Nowhere, for now.”

 “I guess you can take that area down there near the water,” gunman said. “Should be comfortable.”

 “We’re using that field for crops.”

 “We’ll help you move your gear out.”

 “That won’t be necessary. We took out these walkers. This prison is ours.”

 “Slow down, cowboy.”

 “You snatched the locks off our doors,” the shortest one said.

 “We can give you new locks if that’s what you want,” you said with a shrug.

 “This is our prison. We were here first.”

 “Locked in a broom closet? We took it, set you free. It’s ours,” Rick scoffed.

 “We’re moving back into our cell block.”

 “You’ll have to get your own,” Dean said, crossing his arms.

 “It is mine. I’ve still got personal artifacts in there. That’s about as mine as it gets.” He pulled out the gun again, and you pointed yours at his head.

 “Whoa, whoa! Maybe let’s try to work this out so everybody wins,” the blond one said.

 “I don’t see that happening.”

 “Neither do I,” Rick said.

 “I ain’t going back in that cafeteria for one more minute.”

 “There are other cell blocks,” Blondie said.

 “Ya could leave,” Daryl spat. “Try your luck out on the road.”

 After a moment, gunman spoke. “If these pussies can do all this, the least we can do is take out another cell block.”

 “With what?” Bigman said.

 “Atlanta here’ll spot us real weapons. Won’t you, boss?”

 “How stocked is that cafeteria? Must have plenty of food. Five guys lasting almost a year?”

 “Doesn’t look like anyone’s been starving,” you observed.

 “There’s only a little left.”

 “We’ll take half,” Rick said. “In exchange, we’ll help you clear out a cell block.”

 “Didn’t you hear him? There’s only a little left,” Shorty said.

 “Bet you got more food than you got choices. You pay, we’ll play. We’ll clear out a block for you then you keep to it.”

 “Alright,” Gunman said.

 “But let’s be clear. We see you out here anywhere near our people, if I so much as even catch as whiff of your scent, I will kill you.” Ricks voice got quieter the more he spoke and you knew he wasn’t lying.

 “Deal.”

 ---

 “Pantry’s back here,” Gunman said. It hadn’t taken long to get to the cafeteria and thankfully you didn’t run into any walkers.

 “You never tried to break out of here?” T-Dog asked.

 “Yeah, we tried to take the doors off. But even with the smallest noise, those freaks’ll be lined up outside the door. Trying to get in.”

 “And the windows?” You asked.

 “They got bars that He-Man couldn’t get through.”

 “You done jerking each other off?” Gunman said. “Sick of waiting back here.”

 Walking to the back room, your jaw dropped when you saw the amount of food. You looked at Dean and he was as shocked as you were.

 “This what ya call a little bit of food?” Daryl asked, walking farther into the room.

 “Goes fast,” he looked at Rick. “You can have a bag of corn, some tuna fish—“

 “We said half. That was the deal.”

 “Let’s get a cart. Load up as much as we can,” you said. You holstered your gun and walked toward the kitchen, grabbing a cart and loading it up, Dean helping you. T-Dog and Daryl grabbed some boxes and carried them back to the cell block, you pushing the cart. No walkers popped up and you all made it back with no incident.

 “Food’s here!” T-Dog said. Carl opened the door and you walked through.

 “What you got?” Carl asked.

 “Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans,” T-Dog said.

 “There’s a lot more where this came from, and I’m pretty sure that there’s everything I need to make chili.” You looked at Carl and he was basically salivating at the mouth.

 “You make chili?”

 “I do. My dad and brothers always loved it,” you said with a laugh. “I don’t know if there’s anything to make it spicy, but I’ll look, if you’d like.”

 “Thank you. That sounds amazing,” Carl said, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hugged him back then went to follow T-Dog to put the food away.

 “Time to go back.”

 ---

 Once the food you were promised was safely stored, you got ready to go clear out a cell block. Before you left, your brothers pulled you aside.

 “I know you can take care of yourself, but these men are dangerous,” Sam said quietly, the prisoner’s right in the other room. “We’d both feel a lot better if you stayed here with Adeline.”

 “But I can help with them,” you said, frustration lacing your voice.

 “We know you can, sweetheart. But we also need hands here just in case something goes wrong with these assholes,” Dean said.

 “Fine. But I hope you both know that you won’t be able to bench me forever.” You were really peeved that they were doing this, but you knew that there wouldn’t be any point in arguing.

 “Thank you,” Dean said, letting out a breath. He kissed your forehead and Sam pulled you into a hug.

 “The two of you best come back without any injuries. We’ve had too many of those lately.”

 “Yes ma’am,” both of them said at the same time. You laughed softly and kissed their cheeks before they left the cell block, Carl shutting the door and locking it behind them.

[tsarisfanfiction]

giving them a piggy-back ride

Scott and Alan

Crafty Little Brothers

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Scott, Alan, Gordon

The temptation was here to go whumpy, but muse apparently wants to play in the fluff sandbox - probably because there’s an Alan involved and as a general rule I seem to let Alan escape harm - so something a little lighter-hearted this time around :D

Touches Ask Game

There was scheming afoot.  Scott hadn’t been a big brother for a quarter of a century to miss the signs of little brothers planning shenanigans, no matter how subtle they thought they were being.  Not that this occasion classified as subtle in any way, shape, or form.  Two blond heads pressed together, whispers meshing into a continuous hiss, was about as obvious as his youngest two brothers could get.

Whatever they were planning, they clearly didn’t care if they were caught, interrupted, or overheard, which meant it probably wasn’t anything they’d get in trouble for.  For his part, Scott decided he didn’t need to know what was going on in their heads, and returned the majority of his attention to the paperwork he was once again having to compile.

Half an eye was left to regard the brewing trouble, just in case - it never paid to completely ignore scheming little brothers, otherwise he’d end up on the receiving end of it even if he wasn’t their originally intended target; that was a lesson he’d learnt the hard way.  Beyond that, however, he left them alone.

At least, until they approached him, snake-impressions finished and faces that promised butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths.  Scott wasn’t fooled for a moment.

“Scottyyyyyyyy.”  The wheedling came from Gordon, unsurprisingly, amber eyes wide and innocent in a way they only were when there was something to be wary of.

“I’m busy,” he told them, trying not to look at the disappointment in Alan’s eyes.  At least some of it was genuine, his youngest brother never happy when he didn’t have the time for him, and it always made Scott feel terrible.

Gordon huffed.  “Spoilsport.  Come on, Alan.  Let’s find Virgil.  He’ll have time for us.”

Alan made a quiet noise of displeasure but didn’t protest, and Scott’s shoulders slumped as Gordon stalked off in the direction of the stairs.  Sometimes he hated the responsibilities that prevented him from giving his youngest brothers the attention they asked for, but Tracy Industries wasn’t going to run itself, and International Rescue had to keep on top of all the rescue reports in case anyone tried to challenge their handling of situations.  If he didn’t do all that, his brothers might lose the carefree freedom they enjoyed outside of rescues.

It was a necessary evil.

The sound of something heavy falling, followed by a squawk from Gordon, in the direction of the stairs had Scott out of his chair in a flash.  Had Gordon-  No, he wouldn’t.  But had he-

He skidded to a stop just short of the top of the stairs, staring down them in disbelief as his heart thudded far too fast.  At the bottom was an amalgamation of what looked like bedlinen stuffed with rocks.  Next to him, Gordon was sat down, looking decidedly unruffled and indeed a little smug.

What the hell?

“What is that?” he demanded, fighting the instinct to press his hand to his chest, where his heart still seemed to think it was Gordon who had fallen, not... whatever that was.

Gordon beamed up at him.

“A distraction.”

A-?

“Oof!”

A familiar weight slammed into his back, skinny arms snaking around his neck as equally slender legs wrapped around his waist.  Instinct had him reaching back to steady Alan as he staggered forwards a step.

“Alan!”

“Hey, Scott!”  His brother was entirely too sunny compared to his earlier disappointment.

“What are you doing?”  Something told Scott this was the scheme he’d sensed hatching earlier, although there was no way they’d set up the prop that quickly.

“Getting you away from the desk,” Gordon shrugged, unapologetic as he made his way to his feet.  “Mandatory break time, Scott.”

Scott rolled his eyes.  “There’s no such thing for paperwork,” he pointed out, shifting Alan’s weight so that he was more securely on his back.  The grip his youngest brother had on him was tight; experience told him that even if he let go, Alan would just continue to cling like a monkey until Scott enlisted Virgil or rarely Gordon to peel him off.  Something suggested Gordon wasn’t going to be peeling Alan away any time soon.

“There is now,” Alan chirped in his ear.  A bony chin dug into his shoulder.  “Come on, Scotty.”

“Clean that up and put it away,” he told Gordon, pointing with his own chin to the mess of sheets and stones at the bottom of the stairs.  “Before Grandma sees.”

“F.A.B.”  Gordon beamed.  He put a hand on Scott’s shoulder for a moment.  “Enjoy your break.”

Scott rolled his eyes.  As if there was any other choice when he had a little brother clinging to him.  “Just tidy that up, Gordon.”

With a self-satisfied smirk, Gordon jogged down the stairs, and Scott turned his attention to the limpet on his back.

“So, you want a ride, huh?” he asked.  Alan squeezed him in response and Scott let out a fond chuckle.  His brothers were ridiculous, but while the responsibilities were still calling him from the back of his mind, he was always much happier spending his time with them.  “Okay, hold on.”

Out of habit, he checked Alan was secure on his back - the teenager was heavier than the small kid he used to carry around, after all - before trundling down the stairs and past Gordon, heading for the pool and beyond.

If they were going to force him to take a break, he might as well stretch his legs while he was at it.  The little brother on his back was just a bonus.

[eunoiaflow3r]

Thin Lines and Butterflies - Cesar Diaz (Part 1)

A/N: series.

Warnings: language, angst, fluff. No Cesar x Monse history, or Olivia x Cesar history. Female reader. Translation in italics. The reader knows Spanish. Set during the first season. fem!reader.

Summary: Y/N is new to town. Well not really. Her brother sent her away last year in hopes to get her away from the gang life that he is a part of. Now she’s back, and ready to get back to how it used to be.  She reunites with Spooky’s little brother Cesar and quickly becomes friends with his crew. When it comes to Cesar though - that line that defines whether they are friends - is getting thinner and thinner.

Word Count: 2.3k

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When the bus dropped you off, a million weights had been lifted off your chest only to have been replaced by a million more. It was weird being back- nostalgic - but weird. Everything looked exactly the same - and that’s something that made you smile the widest you have this past year.

Once you rounded the corner, you immediately recognized the smell of Dwayne’s Joint - your mouth literally watering. The food, among many other things, you definitely missed. You missed the way the road curved under your sneakers and the way the stars shined at 12 in the morning at the drive-in. You missed your brother and the way he joked around with you. You missed the way he used to take you everywhere with him, and always tried to make it fun. 

You hoped he missed you, ‘cause as you approached the house, those weights only seemed to get heavier. Those butterflies that were sleeping are now flying full force in your stomach as if being chased by their worst nightmare - whatever that was. As you approached the house though, you noticed the house next door - Spooky’s house. You missed Spooky too. He was your brother’s best friend, and by the looks of it - was out of jail and having some kind of get together with the gang.

Assuming your brother would be there, you approached the pale white house, and all the inhabitants lounging around. They reeked of alcohol and tobacco, but you have to admit - though strange- it’s a smell you definitely missed. 

Spooky noticed you first. 

He got up from his chair and walked over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your shoulders. “pensé que vi un fantasma, niña.” He breathed, hugging you tighter.

(I thought I saw a ghost, girl)

“Estoy aquí. In the flesh.” You hugged him tight as well. “Missed you guys.”

(I’m here)

He let you go and took a step back.

“Missed you too.” He looks up and nods towards the house. “Lorenzo know you're here?”

You look to the house as well to see Lorenzo exiting the house, eyes scanning over the lawn, and landing on me.

“He does now.”

You run towards the porch where your brother stood, and wrapped your arms around his torso. “Lorenzo!”

“Y/N! ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?” He hugs you tighter.

(What are you doing here?)

“I missed you! I missed Freeridge.”

“I missed you too babe. But you know why I sent you away. You know it’s not safe here. ¿Qué está pasando realmente?”

(What’s really going on?)

“Can we go home first?”

He nods, and lets you go, offering his arm for your bag. You hand it to him, and he slings it over his shoulder. 

He opens the door and walks to your old room setting the bag down on your bed which looked exactly how you left it a year ago. He literally changed nothing in this room. Your posters were still up, your paintings on the wall, and even your fake snowflakes that hung in the corner. He knew you’d be back. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have left it the same.

He sits on your bed and leaves room for you to sit too. You were dreading having this talk with him. 

“Dime que pasa hermana.”

(Tell me what’s wrong sister.)

“He’s addicted now, hermano. He’s gotten really bad. At first, it was small. But then it got to where he was blaming me for everything, and throwing glass bottles, and yelling at me for literally anything I did.” You stopped to take a breath and you could feel him tense beside you clenching his fists. “He started coming home really late, and when he came home, he just wasn’t - he almost hit me Enzo. I barely got away.”

“I’ll beat his ass. I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna kill him. Why the FUCK did I think it was safe for you there?”

He shot straight up, and ran to the living room, reaching for his gun, and ran out of the house.

“No, hermano! No!”

He was getting in his car when you called Spooky over. “Spooky help me please!”

He ran over and stood in front of the car preventing your brother from leaving.

“What the hell is going on?!”

Lorenzo angrily got out of his car and slammed the door. “¡Esa perra casi le puso las manos encima!”

(That bitch almost laid his hands on her!)

“But he didn’t Enzo! He didn’t! I’m fine!”

“Shit!” Spooky yelled. “Cesar! Come over here!”

Spooky’s little brother, who isn’t so little anymore jogged over to the group. You wonder how old he is now. You know a year older than you maybe, you used to hang out a couple of times, but only because of your brothers. His hair is a little longer, and his smile a little wider, although he’s worried now, and definitely surprised to see you. 

“Cesar make sure she gets something to eat. Y/N, I’ll try to talk him down.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Oscar.”

He glares at you. “Not even here an hour and already being intolerable.”

Cesar let’s out a laugh, and his face immediately drops when you look at him squinting your eyes.

Spooky looks at you as if hinting for you to just listen to him. 

You walk back to your brother’s house, Cesar right behind you.

“You can go home, Cesar. I can take care of myself.” You open the door, and he just follows you right into the house.

“Oh yeah, ‘cause returning home without you fed is a great idea in Oscar’s eyes.”

‘He’s right,’ you thought. ‘You shouldn’t be so harsh on him.’

“I’m sorry.” You look him in his eyes, and boy were they pretty. “Shits already gone down and school hasn’t even started yet.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m gonna take a shower first. Promise I’ll be quick.”

Once you were in the shower, you thought about all that has happened today. Hell, Cesar Diaz was waiting for you in your living room! You wondered if he had a girlfriend - no - with his looks? He definitely does. Besides, the whole reason Lorenzo sent you away was so that you could get away from the gangs. He definitely wouldn’t be okay with you dating a member, let alone someone that close to him. Even if something happens between you two - which it won’t - if it all went to hell not only would your relationship with him change, but yours and Spooky’s, and Lorenzo’s and Spooky. It doesn’t matter anyway. Nothing’s going to happen.

After you’re quick 5-minute shower, you convinced yourself that Cesar has a girlfriend. That way, your positive that no feelings will get caught.

Back in the living room, Cesar is on the couch watching youtube videos on his phone. Once he hears you come closer his head shoots right up, and he powers his phone off, shoving it in his pocket.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You mind if we go meet my friends? Monse’s back.”

“Yeah, I don’t care.” I pause. “Actually, you know what? I can order some takeout. You really should go.”

“I really want you to come Y/N. You’re acting like you’re some burden, and you’re not. I really kinda missed you.”

He looks at you with a certain sincerity that made your heart literally melt. Your mind kept telling you to make up some kind of an excuse to refuse his invitation, but your heart wasn’t having it.

“Fine.” You whispered grabbing your black bag.

As you both walk out of the house - him holding the door for you, he starts the conversation.

“What’s in the bag?”

“My survival kit.”

“You plan on dying?”

You roll your eyes as he nudges you with his shoulders. Those butterflies are back and for a different reason.

“My phone, a charger, a portable charger, Bluetooth speaker, snacks, lotion, perfume, lady products, knife, taser, jacket, change of clothes, and more.”

He laughs. “All that for what?”

“To be prepared.”

He rolls his eyes again at you and your ways. He missed this. Missed you. Even though you two were just a couple of kids playing in sandboxes, and reciting your ABC’s, he missed what little memories he had with you that caused his happiness. 

He noticed that your hair was longer and that your style had changed just a bit. You still kept the ring from your mom on your middle finger and the necklace from your grandmother around your neck. He wondered what your school was like in Arizona, and how your friends treated you. He wondered how you were able to return on your own, and why you even came back in the first place.

“My dad’s addiction got worse. He isn’t the same.” You looked up to see his hands in his pockets, and a slight frown on his face. “There was nothing I could do. That’s why I came back.”

“Lo siento.” he murmured, not really sure what to say to make you feel better.

(I’m sorry)

“Not your fault.”

There was a silence filling the air that neither of you knew how to fill. All that time apart, and lack of communication turned you into strangers...and what do you talk to a stranger about?”

“How have you been?” You asked, hoping to make it less awkward.

“Uh, it’s been okay. Nothing’s really changed since you’ve been gone. I know they weren’t really your friends, but I’m sure the crew will be happy to know you’re back.”

It’s not that you didn’t like Monse, Jamal, and Ruby...but they were Cesar’s friends. And was Cesar even your friend? You can’t be friends with them, they’re the core four. You can’t mess that up. They weren’t total strangers to you. You hung out with them a couple of times, but that’s about it. As you approached Monse’s house,  all you really wanted to do was go home. These weren’t your friends. What were you thinking? How would they even react? Did they even know you were coming?

“Cesar, I’m -”

“No, Y/N. We’re literally already here, and I’m not walking all the way back home with you.”

“I have a taser. I can take care of myself.”

“No doubt. But Spooky or Enzo will not like it of I leave you for dead.”

“Whatever.”

He opens the door, and on the couch sat Monse, Ruby, and Jamal waiting to dig in the chinse food they ordered. 

“Y/N! Cesar!” Ruby yelled, coming over to you to give you a hug.

“Dude you got hot.” 

You blush as Monse and Jamal give you a hug as well. Jamal compliments your bag and preparedness.

Once you were all sat down and situated, you dug into the delicious food you didn’t know you were craving.

“So Y/N, when did you get here?” Monse asked mouth full of noodles.

“Today actually. Took the bus.”

“On your own?”

“Yup.”

She seemed satisfied with your answer and kept eating.

“What’s Arizona like?” Jamal asked wiping his fingers neatly with a wet wipe.

“Hot. I hated it. Freaking sucked. The Grand Canyon was pretty cool though.”

“The Grand Canyon? So cool. I’ve heard there was gold hidden there and alien cities.”

Monse rolls her eyes at Jamal. I chuckled.

“So Y/N,” Ruby starts putting down his food and looking at me very seriously. “You single?”

My cheeks heat up with that.

I look at Cesar, but he refuses to make eye contact and instead chooses to almost violently stab his noodles.

“I had a boyfriend. But he broke up with me when he found out I was running away.”

“Asshole,” Ruby says taking a bite of his food again.

“You ran away?” Jamal asked, surprised.

“Left without permission. My Dad is going through his shit and I couldn’t be around it anymore.”

“Ooh, I felt that!” Monse said laughing.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly. I felt like I fit in, and far from a charity case that I thought I was when I first arrived. We all talked, and laughed all night, and it was really starting to feel like home again. Like I was really meant to return.  

The later it got though, the more I wondered what Spooky and Enzo were up to. Did he talk him down? Were they on their way to Arizona? Whatever it was, I’d find out soon because Cesar was ready to go home, and so was I. Monse was knocked out on the couch, and on the floor, Jamal and Ruby were too. 

Before we left, we let Monse know we were leaving, and she invited me to come over tomorrow. I promised her I would.

Once we were out on the sidewalk, Cesar made sure that he was standing on the street side of the sidewalk. “It’s late. Anything could happen.”

Once I look at him a certain way, he changes what he was saying. “But you have your Jamal Pack so you’re all good.”

“Jamal Pack?”

“Only Jamal packs bags like that.”

“Well, then we all need to be like Jamal.”

“Lo que digas chica.” He sighs.

(Whatever you say, girl)

The rest of the walk was a quiet one, and comfortable this time.

Once you were going to separate into your own houses he handed you your bag back that he insisted on carrying for you.

“You have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, I had fun. Thanks for letting me come.”

“I didn’t let you come, they invited you. They wanted you to come.” he paused. “I wanted you to come.”

You didn’t really know what to say to that, without sounding like a complete fool. Here go those stupid butterflies again.

“En que piensas la cabeza grande?”

(What are you thinking about big head?)

You smile at the nickname. He used to call you that all the time. Funny things you remember just out of nowhere - almost like second nature.

“Nada.”

(Nothing)

That was a lie though. You were worried. Worried about Enzo, about your father. You were worried about school coming up, and your new life here. Most of all though, you were worried about those stupid butterflies in your stomach, and that tiny little weight on your heart.

~~~~~

PART TWO + PART THREE

[imagine-loki]

The Slutty Web One Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 7 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Astrid apologized, agreed to everything and Thor lead them to a location to hide their vehicle.

"Loki will be pleased to know your helping."

"I should have thought to from the start." She regrettably admitted.

Frigga hugged him. "Thank you for agreeing to take her back should this fail." ***** For eight days, their plan worked until her Father paid the palace an unexpected visit.

Odin was in the front courtyard boasting to some Einherjar about beating an Embassador at charades, when their commander, Nedvar, interrupted. "Ignoramus at twelve o'clock, Sire."

The King groaned. "Splendid. It's Rodderick the dipshit."

"Give the word and we'll pitch him over the wall."

"Tempting, but what do I tell my daughter in law?" Odin hated the occasionally unkempt Lord who preferred perfuming to bathing and greeted him from behind a hedge. "Welcome Roddy. I look so forward to your unscheduled visits."

The disdain was mutual with Roddy feeling Astrid could've done better than wed whom he considered a criminal, Prince or not. "Greetings, Heiness. Might you be so kind as to share the knowledge of when your son intends to return?"

Astrid's parents had two daughters, her being the youngest and known to the Royals as her Father's least favorite.

"That depends on whom you miss more. Asgards lovely Duchess, or my son? Her beloved pardoned Prince. I can give either a message."

"Miss? Impossible as Astrid's practically taken up residence again. Should I relay you wish she ceased luring her Mother from bed crying, or send her home to disturb your sleep?"

"I wasn't aware she'd returned from Midgard. Has age required you hearing aids, or were you night prowling in hopes of accessing Ingrid's locked bedchambers again?"

Roddy frowned and crassly replied. "The lovely Duchess returned with Frigga. Is your wife telling lies, Allfather? Mine would never."

Odin cackled. 'Festering dimwit. Ingrid is banging my valet.' "You shall regard Frigga as 'Queen' and with utmost respect."

"My apologies. She is celestial, yet your defensiveness is revealing."

Roddy liked poking subtle jabs at the Royals and assumed Astrid a barrier to consequence. Most were directed at Loki and the King, but he'd worn Odin's patience too thin. "Insult anyone in my family again, including your daughter and face repercussions. Be gone, Rodderick."

"So soon?"

Odin's jaw clenched. "Leave egghead before I crack it on the pavement. Nedvar, escort him to the gate."

"Gladly, Sire."

Roddy followed, hardly perturbed. "One might expect the offering of a beverage after a stuffy carriage ride."

The commander jolted the gate closed. "Try opening a window Lord Heskin. If you're thirsty, there's a pub nearby rumored to host naked wrestling in the basement. Some days it's ladies, others gents. Enjoy."

When Odin entered their chambers bellowing to the Allmother, her lady in waiting sent word through a chain of servants to a handsomely paid Stableman. Familiar with an alternate route to Astrid's parents, he arrived ahead of Roddy and rushed her to the observatory.

Thor received her call and left immediately. 'Shite, brother. Where art thou?' ***** Following two days in Paris, Loki and Brianna cruised Lake Laguno in Switzerlandand. She questioned him about Asgard and her grandparents, yet when asking the circumstances behind his adoption, Loki spun a tale of half truth.

"Jotunheim had a King named Laufey who owned a magical cube that opened bridges to every realm. Long ago, he used it to attack Earth. Grandfather bravely defended your realm, forced his army back to Jotunheim and demanded he relinquish the cube. Laufey refused and continued attacking Asgards army until most of his people died. Grandfather found me alone amidst the rubble and decided to adopt me."

"You didn't tell him who your parents were?"

"I was an infant and the only survivor for miles."

"Where was Laufey?"

"He'd gone into hiding like a scaredy cat."

Instead of finding his comment amusing, anger washed over Brianna. "He abandoned a helpless baby to freeze? Introduce us and I'll use him as target practice."

Loki booped her nose. "I'm honored you wish to avenge me, but Laufey died and still suffers in the afterlife."

"How?"

"King scaredy cat will never have the privilege of meeting you."

Brianna smiled. "Or you. Was Grandfather hurt?"

"He lost an eye, but recovered nicely."

In Amsterdam, they visited the Artis zoo with over 900 species of little animals, an aquarium, planetarium and Zoological Museum. Further confirmation Brianna's his was how quickly she learned enormous amounts information and remembered the smallest details when later initiating a quiz. Since confessing to the burglaries, Loki was curious how she knew the homeowners were abroad and worked it into their conversation.

She replied like it was all in a day's work. "Dory accompanied me to different parks in fancy neighborhoods around Jersey, posing as my babysitter. Between eavesdropping on adults and questioning kids, it's amazing what you can learn inside a sandbox."

"Questions of what nature?"

"Like, 'I'm new to the neighborhood and love my big house. Where do you live?' Or, 'I'm going to visit my aunt Matilda's lavender farm to make soap.'"

"How was that helpful?"

"Most thought it dull and bragged of their families planning grander trips. Once attaining addresses and dates, I'd stake out their houses and proceed from there."

"Ah. With Dory as the lookout?"

"I left her in shelters or nearby motels. She never figured out how I managed, but by the third burglary, stopped worrying whenever I'd sneak away and send her a text." His eyes widened and Brianna rose a palm. "Dory lacked powers and I wouldn't risk her arrested because of me."

Why lecture when she'd acted out of desperation to find him? "You're a good friend, Og Min Lille."

"Thanks. I regret the stealing, but pranking the authorities was fun."

Loki thought it something innocent like tipping off their hats, but discovered her mischievousness paralleled her intelligence.

"I always struck at night and at one house, four police were investigating inside when I turned on the lights, flushed every toilet and set off their sirens. At the third, I poured a large olive oil path onto the kitchen floor, slammed a pantry door and watched two come running. One slid into it and fell, while the other amusingly contorted himself until the first tripped him. They sure swear a lot for the good guys."

"Brianna." He playfully scolded. "Say you did nothing worse."

"I'd be lying."

"Oh?"

"At the last house, the master bedroom had black drapes and life size models of a lion, wolf and a fang baring polar bear on its hind legs. Weird people. After aligning them near the door, I closed it, extinguished the lights and tripped the alarm. The police came, shone a flashlight inside and from the foyer, I made the bear roar."

Loki chuckled. "Did they scream?"

"And shot the bear."

"What?!" He led her someplace quiet. "From now on young lady, all pranks must meet my approval or…" While pondering means of discipline, he blurted what first came to mind. "...All shoulder and piggy back rides are discontinued."

He made both fun, thought Brianna. Bumping into things when her hands covered his eyes, then flipping her over his head for tickles. Or feigning valiant attempts at shaking her off to escape enslavement.

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~ "Have mercy and release me!" He pleaded, captured during a picnic.

Brianna popped him on the head with her fake sword, a stick with a bushel of leaves at its tip. "Cease your begging, pheasant! I rule this realm, appoint you my new zombie slayer and hunter of all things chocolate. Fail and be fed to puppies!"

Loki set her down and knelt on one knee with a hand to his chest. "A frightful demise your majesty of cuteness. I humbly accept."

"Daddy, I'm supposed to be fierce."

"Eh he he he. Sorry." ~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

Brianna deliberated his threat and wittingly proclaimed. "Are you not the God of Mischief and I your offspring?"

He arched a brow. 'Don't laugh or she'll never take you seriously.' "I mean it."

Brianna had already pulled some under his nose. A boy who'd aggressively budded before her at a park slide discovered his shoelaces tied together after nose diving into the sand. A woman at a restaurant who harshly berated a server had red wine spilled onto her Gucci bag. Minor sprinklings of karma she happily administered.

"But you're still a prankster."

"Rarely and without endangering anyone." 'Shite. I'll need to keep that fib under wraps.'

Brianna crossed fingers behind her back and feigned defeat. "O-kay. Can I have a snow cone now?" ***** After seeing the Northern lights in Norway, they'd returned to their hotel where she became oddly sombre.

"Has something upset you?" Loki asked.

"During our travels, I've seen many people with children. It's obvious they're loved, but my family..why, Daddy?"

Her pain pierced Loki's heart as she clung to him. "People can do terrible things for incomprehensible reasons, but you're my little girl now and I'm overjoyed you've come into my life."

When her tears ceased, she unexpectedly opened up about the women. Her first memory was of Jillian singing her to sleep at age three. She and Claudia taught her to talk, walk, bathe and dress herself, brought her toys, fictional and educational books. Yet it was Jillian who'd paid her the most attention, their visits consistently monitored by Hannah. A person so controlling and void of sentiment, Brianna wondered how the trio became friends. The woman opposed their closeness and the first time Brianna defended her Mother, she was forbidden upstairs without Hannah present, who ordered Claudia to report otherwise. This became impossible when the two landed full time jobs. With Jillian delegated homemaker, Hannah was forced to trust her. Over the past year, she'd broadened Brianna's computer knowledge, snuck her for walks to a hidden trail entrance off the main road she'd marked with glow in the dark tape, taught her outdoor safety and survival skills and always stressed keeping everything secret, especially Brianna's magic or Hannah would separate them for good.

"Jillian knew of your powers? Why have you never mentioned any of this?"

Brianna frowned. "She bread me to thicken her purse. No amount of secrets and added kindness makes that excusable or her worthy of commeding."

An undeniable fact Loki avoided arguing. His daughter was hurting and preaching Jillian might've experienced a change of heart could impede their relationship.

She halted his conflictual thoughts by bashfully asking. "Do 'you' love me?"

"Very much, Brianna."

"Can I stay with you forever? Please? I'll move to Asgard."

Loki doubted she comprehended the gravity of her words. "Forever doesn't mean a month long visit as we previously discussed. It involves permanently residing on another realm thousands of miles from Earth where the landscape, culture, even people's wardrobe's are entirely unfamiliar."

"I know. Devoid of space travel, would it be any different if I moved to India, Antarctica or say..Bhutan?"

"I suppose not. I'm sorry, Bhutan?"

"It's a small country just south of China. I memorized Earth's geography and most of its cultures in one month."

"Very good." 'Genius supreme. I must catch up.' "Then you're willing?"

She yawned, proudly raising her chin. "Affirmative. I'd like to see those sandbox dwellers top that adventure."

Incredibly relieved, Loki chuckled. "You've ten remaining seconds to gloat, sleepyhead. Ten..nine.….three, two, one."

"Hey, you said those last digits awfully fast."

"It's time for vampire pajamas, your fierce and Royal Highness."

"A story too? Will you conjure The Empty Grave by Jonathan Stroud?"

"The Empty 'what?'" He amusingly queried. "No way, Jose. I've chosen three options of popular children's literature from the internet. The Cat in the Hat, Whinnie the Pooh, a rather peculiar name for a bear and Charlotte's Web."

"Isn't the last tale about a spider?"

"Yes."

"They're creepy. I choose that one."

'Mother would be impressed.' "Hurry then before zombies find us and eat my brains!"

Brianna shouted from the bathroom. "Nobody hurts my Daddy! Huyya! Take that you fiendish barbarians! Uh oh."

Loki rushed in upon hearing glass crack and found her standing on the bathtub ledge. "What did you do?"

"I was pretending to fight them off with my hairbrush when it flew from my hand, struck that picture and landed in the toilet."

He laughed renewing both with magic. "Your toothbrush is safe, yes?"

Loki finally thought her asleep when she reached out for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot to say I love you too. Goodnight."

His heart swelled twice its size. "Goodnight, Og Min Lille." ***** Next they ventured to London and a budding lover of history, Brianna asked to visit The British Museum. While viewing a dinosaur skeleton from an upper walkway, she pointed into the crowd below.

"Daddy, isn't that Tony?"

He took a gander. "Well, well. Iron Man it be."

"Who's the strange lady he's with?"

"Pepper, darling. She often wears wigs to avoid recognition."

Her eyes brightened. "Please, can we say hello?"

"Inconspicuously. I'll him send a text." Daddy concealed his phone. 'Greetings kinky crossdresser. What brings you to Londinium?'

'Loki???'

'Yes. Act casual, we're hiding.'

'Holy shit! We're on vacation and at the Savoy in the Royal Suite. Can you meet us there ASAP? It's important.'

'We're on the ninth floor. Rendezvous in an hour?'

'Ha! We'll be there with balls on!'

'Come again?'

'🤪 Bells, dammit! Bells!'

'😂 Brianna can't wait.'

Tony hurriedly guided Pepper through the crowd. "Excuse us..pardon us..excuse us."

"Where's the fire?" She whispered.

"Daddy Snowflake's in town. Hustle, Butch." ***** Their door opened and Brianna ran to him. "Uncle Cootyoodles!"

"Little Warrior! Am I happy to see you!"

The couple listened with enthusiasm about everywhere she'd been, then Tony asked to speak with Loki alone.

Virginia led her into their bedroom. "Wait 'till you see all the cool stuff I bought."

"That'll keep her busy." Said Stark. "Pepper's a London shopaholic. So why the vanishing act? Thor called me."

Loki scoffed. "I did tell him not to."

"Don't be angry. Astrid returned and wanted to contact me."

"Why? You knew nothing."

"She didn't believe him. Neither did your Mother and Thor worried they'd show up at the Tower."

"What?! Our Mother came to Midgard in search of me? Shit..shit!"

Stark told him everything and Loki's face was unreadable. "Nope. There's nothing weird about staring like I've grown a nipple on my face."

"Did I mention it's pierced? You're saying 'my' brother, Shakespeare in the park, lied that extensively for me?"

"Yes and sent them back to your Dad to expand on it. What's everyone's problem with an awesome six year old anyway? Is that why you didn't go home?"

"Becoming a parent, you're suddenly bombarded with complex decisions centered around one tiny person you never fathomed loving so deeply, much less an indisputable desire to protect above all else."

Stark smiled. "Look at you. The master of Sheisterism all growed up..whose dodged my question."

Loki sunk into a chair. "Maturity aside, my life is a mess. Asgards people still regard me a traitor, Astrid and I are constantly arguing and it's completely unfair of me to expect she Mother a child she didn't bare and Odin's my grandest worry for classified reasons I've become an insomniac over. I can't subject Brianna to that. Her life has been dreadful enough."

"Not anymore. She has you now. I endured shitloads of public and political outrage over changes to Stark Industries. 'Wealth aside', I thought it my doom. People adjust and opinions fade. Astrid will come around once they meet. Look at the number Little Warrior did on us."

"She 'is' irresistibly charming."

"Whatever gramps issue is, arrange for her a few rounds with the old coot. She'll straighten him out."

Loki smirked, picturing Brianna dancing circles around the Allfather. "My Mother would buy ring side seats."

"See? The bulk of your family is on your side. Let them help."

"As appealing as that sounds, Astrid will expect hours of explanation I haven't the energy to convey. I love her, but she 'is' a drama queen."

"Eligible for an academy award."

Loki's eyes narrowed. "Piss off, flying human."

"Thor's willing to talk without the wifey knowing. I've a burner phone as you tend to appear in the strangest of places."

"Mm. Like when I ran into you in a sleazy massage parlor near Carnegie Hall?"

Loki was still a bachelor then, but Tony wasn't.

"I didn't know they offered sexual favors until the masseuse grabbed my dick. They weren't listed on the brochure."

"Eh he he he. I'll call when I've a chance."

They clammed up when Brianna exited the bedroom. "Can I go Daddy, please?"

Pepper followed. "Sorry. I blabbered the Tea shops chocolatiers add finishing touches to their masterpieces at this hour."

"You may." Said Loki.

Tony slipped Little Warrior fifty euros. "Buy me an eclaire and keep the change. Badass ate mine."

"Yay! Thank you!"

They left and Stark unpacked the phone. "Here's your chance while Brianna's absent. Text him, 'Garage?'" ***** Jane distracted Astrid while Thor sat in the cabin of his truck and the brothers soon cleared a lot between them.

"I'm not upset you deceived me anymore Loki, nor is Mother. Yet I'm worried Father's making her life miserable. Are you fearful he'll scorn Brianna?"

"Not up for discussion and relax, brother. You've been gone a while. Mother's gonads have grown."

"She's taking male hormones?"

"I meant she's less meek? Have you dropped the toaster in your bathwater?"

"That only happened once." Thor defensively replied. "I was late for a waxing of my package and hastening making breakfast. Nor have I recently smoked Jane's medical marijuana. She threatened torture were there not enough to ease her menstrual cramps again."

Loki deadpanned. "Norns you're a tit, fruit of Odin's loins.' "How's Astrid?"

"Coping. Jane said she'd do anything to see you again."

"Coping amidst stewing over my bedding of another 'Midgardian hoe' I've fathered a child with, and the humiliating circumstances involved."

"Believe me, brother, she too is no longer angry and the diaries contents stayed within Stark's walls. It isn't my story to tell."

"Your software needs reprogramming, impersonator. Thor Odinson was never so thoughtful of his sibling."

The blond laughed. "He's turning over a new leaf."

Loki had sought privacy in another room and suddenly heard Brianna desperately calling him. "I have to go. Don't tell Astrid we spoke yet." Upon opening the door, she threw herself at him.

"Daddy!"

"What happened?" He asked Pepper.

"We neared the shops door when she gasped, bolted for the elevator and started frantically pushing the button."

Brianna was trembling. "Darling, why are you frightened?"

"We can't stay here, Daddy! She's down there!"

"Who is?"

"Hannah!" She cried. "I'd know that red headed witch anywhere!"

"Shhhhh." He soothed. "I promised they cannot hurt you, remember? Stay here with..."

Brianna wrapped herself tighter around him. "No Daddy! Don't leave me!"

She was so distraught, he couldn't. "I won't, Min Lille. Shhhhh."

"Virginia's gone." Said Tony.

Loki's head shot up. "Back to the shop?"

"Yeah. Said the witch looked familiar and went on a hunt."

"Fuck! Get her back here!" Brianna jumped from Loki's voice. "Sorry Min Lille. Tony, now!"

"Erm..why?"

"Because they've met! If Pepper confronts her, she'll vanish!"

[teffyjeffy]

(Most of) JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure: Stardust Crusaders but almost everybody are kids having fun at recess.

Want a random JoJo post out of nowhere? No? Okay well here you go anyway!

A lot of the time when I was watching JJBA I felt like I was watching a very dramatic retelling of what was actually two kids playfighting.

“My guy punches super fast!” “Oh yeah? Well my guy can stop Time!” “Oh yeah?! Well, mine can too! I just discovered it!” “WELL MINE CAN DROP A ROADROLLER ON YOU” “THATS CHEATING”

Anyway, the idea started to snowball, so please enjoy my masterpost of (most of) JJBA Part 3 where the Stardust Crusaders are a group of 9 year old rascals who met up one day during recess. This is just for fun ^_^ also these are all copied and pasted from discord so the structure is a little jumbled. Enjoy!

Oh, and Spoilers are ahead.

“I can punch super fast!”

“Well I can use cameras and TVs as crystal balls, but I need to break them!”

“Mine can shoot flames, ooo ooo and-and I can control them at will!”

“Mine has a sword that can stab anything”

“MINE HAS AN ATTACK THAT IS UNBLOCKABLE AND ITS AREA EFFECT IS THE WHOLE PLAYGROUND-“

“No Kakyoin that’s not how we play. Youre not allowed to have an invincible attack”

Kakyoin’s introduction:

“I have an invincible attack”

“That’s not how it works Kakyoin but you’re cool, so you can keep playing with us”

The insect stand “Tower of Gray” was when the group was bothered by a fly on the school bus and they got a little too rowdy in their attempts to kill it, which pissed off the elderly bus driver. Thus the kids agreed that he was responsible for bringing the fly onto the bus in the first place. They got detention.

Jean Polnareff’s introduction:

“I have a sword that can pierce through anything!”

“Okay Jean, you can play with us, but you have to promise to stop pushing Avdol into the wood chips, he doesn’t like it.”

The stowaway girl is actually a 5 year old girl who wants to play with them and they hate it at first but they eventually warm up to her. The monkey with a ship stand was actually a retelling of the groups trip to the town’s public swimming pool. The boat was just an inflatable tube and the monkey was a chipmunk. And the original boat that blew up? That was the group’s original inflatable tube that got popped because the 5 year old wouldn’t stop gnawing at it

Later, the kids SOMEHOW convinced their parents to let them stay in the same hotel while the parents all hate business trips to go to. They “promised” not to pillow fight, then everyone except for Jean went to go get snacks while Jean went to explore the new room.  Unbeknownst to them, the previous guests of the room accidentally left their daughter’s doll behind. Jean HATES dolls. He accidentally stumbled upon Child’s Play when he was surfing channels way too late at night without his parents knowing. Fear turns into aggression and someone from the hotel staff goes to check on him. He finds Jean and realizes it’s the same kid who shot him with a water gun earlier. Jean is kicked out and the parents have to pick their kids up. Jotaro and everyone else weren’t happy. 

Rubber Soul is actually just that one bratty kid who thinks it’s sooooooooo funny to mimic other people while also making fun of the person they’re mimicking. It makes them feel “powerful.” Jotaro encounters Rubber Soul when the latter is mocking Kakyoin one day, while Jotaro is playing with the 5 year old; he then chases Rubber Soul all around the playground, and when he finally gets him, he busts his teeth in. They were only baby teeth though, they grew right back, which saved Jotaro from a brutal punishment. He was still forced to go without dessert for a month. He didn’t complain though because his mother was dealing with the flu at the time. He would give all his desserts to Kakyoin, which his how Jotaro discovered Kakyoin’s creepy habit of juggling maraschino cherries in his mouth.

J. Geil was somebody who used to play games with Jean’s sister. When she found out he sucked at party cake and teased him for having “Two left hands”, J pushes her into the mud and never plays with her again. Jean has held a grudge ever since.

Hol Horse is Geil’s “New friend” which pisses off Jean. Hol Horse, being a member of the wrong crowd, beats up Avdol and J. Geil just goes along with it. Jean is all “Avdol why are you even here, you had nothing to do with this!” And Kakyoin’s like “Should we call 911?” And Jean responds “Not yet, I need to beat up these guys first!” And Kakyoin calls 911 anyway.

The Mirror stand is just J. Geil going “Made you look” and punching your shoulder.

And Hol Horse’s stand is just a nerf gun. The reason it hurts is because he likes to get right up in your face before firing it. It’s ineffective if you’re too far away from him, because the dart bullet loses momentum and hits the ground harmlessly.

Jean eventually gets back at J. Geil by chasing him into the middle of a group of kids, then pointing up at nothing, shouting “Made you look,” and poking J. Geil in the eyes, which causes him to cry like a baby. And later, Jean is like “Oh yeah, I totally stabbed him with my sword!” when Jotaro asks him what happened.

Then Hol horse runs away because he realized J. Geil was a total loser.

The Empress stand was just Joseph’s retelling of his parents taking him to the doctor’s office so they could deal with a wart on his arm. He hated how boring the actual process was, so he pretended that he bested the wart in a game of wits and tore it asunder. Jotaro was grossed out. 

(Btw in this AU Joseph is only a grade older than Jotaro, instead of being his grandpappy)

Wheel of Fortune is just the result of a very nasty game of tag with a brat who wouldn’t leave the group alone.

Enya is the crazy cat lady at the end of the street whose house the kids were forced to pass one day when they missed the school bus.

Steely Dan is the snobby “Cool Kid” of the playground, and a sore loser when the kids don’t play the way he wants them to. So Jotaro gives him a black eye.

The Sun is a kid who likes to fry ants with a magnifying glass. But Joseph likes bugs, and seeing this made him cry. So Jotaro, Kakyoin and Avdol plot to destroy the magnifying glass, which they thought was really funny. But at that point, the magnifying glass had to be returned to the science lab, so the kid was spared. 

Or, in another interpretation:

“Hey guys, I wanna play! My guy’s power is that he’s literally the sun!!! ” 

Joseph: “Wow, that’s pretty powerful-“ 

J,K,&A: “YOUR POWER IS STUPID, GET LOST”

Death Thirteen was the result of the kids being forced to deal with a baby who was throwing a tantrum while they all waited to get on the giant slide at the County Fair. Kakyoin was especially pissed. 

I have nothing for the Judgement stand.

I don’t have anything for High Priestess either.

And Iggy is still a dog, but I’m getting rid of his tendency to fart because I just HATE IT

N’Doul isn’t blind, he wears glasses and can’t see shit without them. And he has a water pistol. And he hoards the playground’s sandbox.

Oingo and Boingo are a 6 year old and his 1 year old brother and they’re just the cutest little demon spawns.

Anubis is a dog that snatched Jean’s toy sword in its mouth, and the sword’s power to transfer souls was just Jean fearing that the dog had rabies. Jotaro rolled his eyes but convinced Joseph to help him buy a new toy sword to shut Jean up.

Mariah... I dunno man, I didn’t really care for her arc and it definitely doesn’t fit the “kids playground” scenario I’m going for.

ALESSI IS WRITTEN OUT COMPLETELY. HE IS NOT ALLOWED ON THE PLAYGROUND.

The D’Arby brothers are known for being the cheaters of the playground. So Jotaro scares the eldest brother in a game of Go Fish, and it messes D’Arby up so much that it triggers his Asthma and he he has an Asthma attack. 

Pet Shop went down as the day when Iggy had a fight with a seagull and got pecked the ever loving SHIT out of. Jotaro tells the story at every Christmas party.

The younger D’Arby battle happened on a day when he and Jotaro were playing video games together. They accused each other of cheating, which resulted in Jotaro insulting him for liking dolls before pummeling him and consequently getting kicked out of the house. Joseph gave him a high five though, so it was worth it.

Vanilla Ice was the toddler who didn’t bother to move out of the way if you got in his path while he was driving his toy mini jeep. But if you asked Jean or Avdol, they’ll tell you that the toddler deliberately puts people in his path to run them over. And the occasional dog.

And finally, DIO.

DIO was a kid who got transferred to Jotaro’s school after being expelled because the principal of DIO’s previous school couldn’t get him to leave two of the students alone, by the names of Johnathan and Erina. He was pen pals with Johnathan, but that was the only connection DIO bothered to maintain.

Jotaro thought DIO didn’t even deserve the title of “School Bully.” He thought DIO was just a weird freaking kid. Despite that, most of the kids were scared of him, Jotaro’s friends included.

DIO loved to utilize the classic “Time Out!” whenever he played with the kids, and if they didn’t abide to the time out, they got a knuckle sandwich.

Jotaro was the first kid in a long time to just say “Nope.”

That’s when he learned that DIO was a kid who liked to screech like a banshee when things didn’t go his way. As well as throw a whole bunch of pencils (seemingly from out of nowhere) at any person that he upset with.

The road roller in this AU is the closest thing to a lethal heavy weapon that you can get on the playground: a frickin BIKE. 

And DIO is like “TIME OUT SO I CAN SLAM THIS BIKE ON YOU” And Jotaro goes “Nope, your time out is cancelled because you’re a freak and also you tried to bite Joseph which was just gross, anyway-“ and he punched DIO in the leg, pushed him to the ground, and kicked woodchips in his face.

They both got expelled.

A few years later, on his way to middle school, Jotaro bumps into a kid named Josuke...

<============ TO BE CONTINUED

BONUS JJBA BATTLE TENDENCY

The Pillar Men are a reflection of the infamous day when three highschool bullies showed up to the playground. One of them beat a kid named Ceasar in a Rock Paper Scissors match; in responce, Joseph (who at the time was only 4) went apeshit. He kicked the first highschooler off of the carousel at the County Fair. Then he located the second highschooler, tied up his shoelaces, then lit them with a match. Finally, during the school’s annual science fair, he tracked down the third highschooler, who had just finished rigging a student’s baking soda volcano to blow up in his face. Joseph threw a bunch of rocks that he found outside at the highschooler, and then proceeded to lock him up in the school’s astral observatory. The first two highschoolers fled town after that, but rumor has it that the third one is still stuck in the abandoned observatory.

[daughters-and-winsisters]

Huntress- Part 19: The Voices

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E19 so warning: SPOILERS

A/N: Ik it’s been ages and I’m so sorry about that, but it’s back bbys.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen 

“Well according to the law Nephilim don’t need nine months…” Dad trailed off, Uncle Dean leaned over to read what he’d put: “Woah.” 

You finished your third mug of coffee before adding, “There’s barely anything on Nephilim. And what there is is mostly hypothetical.” “Exactly,” Dad nodded in agreement, “she should be giving birth around May 18th.” “So we have less than a month to find her…” Uncle Dean grimaced at how little time there was left. “And no idea where to start.” Dad added. Just then the bunker door creaked open and the three of you shared a look before glancing up at the stairs. Cas closed the door behind himself, his coat swishing a little with his movements as he headed down the steps. “Cas.” Both your Dad and Uncle said in awe. “You’re alright.” You smiled at him, only he didn’t look great.

“Where the hell have you been?” Uncle Dean interrogated and you shot him a frown, wanting to hear what Cas had to say first. “Well,” Cas began, “where I was there was poor…reception.” “Oh wow low bars great excuse.” Uncle Dean huffed. “You were in heaven?” You deduced, earning a nod. “When I heard that Dagon had captured Kelly I thought they could help…turns out I was wrong.” You felt bad for Cas, he looked so hopeless in that moment. Dad offered a more positive outlook, “At least you’re back.” Only Dean wasn’t having it. “No I’m sorry, we had a shot at getting Kelly back and we lost it because you were too busy doing nothing.” “De-“ You tried to help Cas out, but your Uncle cut you off. “No, Y/N. I’m pissed off.” He stormed out of the room and you sighed as he left.

You stepped forward to follow after him, but your Dad gently pulled your arm back, “Y/N…just let him calm down.” You looked Dad in the eye, looking back down and shaking from his grip, “Not this time.” You shrugged. Knocking at your Uncle’s door, you waited for a response but nothing came. Maybe he thought you were Cas.

“Uncle De?” You said timidly as you peered round the door. He was at his desk, head in his hands. As you headed over to him you pulled up another chair and sat down next to him. “Y/N, now’s just not a good time-“ “He just wanted to help. He wasn’t trying to upset you.” “Yeah well he did!” He slammed his hands down on the table, almost hitting his laptop and you retracted a little. When he noticed your expression, he sighed and his face softened, “I’m sorry kiddo…it’s just that you, me, your Dad and Cas. Well, we’re just better together.” “I know that. And Cas does too. He really does,” you assured him, “come on.” “Yeah,” Uncle Dean nodded and shot you a proud smile, “I need a beer.”

You followed after him, turning the corner to find your Dad in his natural habitat: feet up, books out and laptop on his lap. “Hey come on get some sleep. We’re not gonna find Dagon tonight.” Uncle Dean said. You smiled at how much of a big brother he could be. “What if we’ve been going about this wrong?” Your Dad looked over you both. You frowned curiously, “What do you mean?” “Well we know we can’t track Dagon- we’ve tried. But what if we can track-“ “The Nephilim. “ You finished for him, nodding as you began to understand his train of thought. “How?” Uncle Dean piped up. “Well,” Dad cleared his throat, “remember when we used the spell for Gadreel?” “It didn’t work.” Dean said bluntly. “No but we managed to remove the grace just fine. I mean if we do that for the Nephilim then it’ll just be a kid.” “And Kelly won’t have to die.” You nodded.\ You all smiled. “This might just work.”

“He’s still not picking up.” You sighed, locking your phone and starting to help Uncle Dean pack. In truth you were very worried about Cas, he seemed like he had something else on his mind and was hiding something from you all. “He played us.” Uncle Dean snapped.

“Yeah he played us all…” Dad agreed. You watched the pair of them debate over what to do with the situation and couldn’t help but think how they were good at turning their worries into anger at times. Especially Uncle Dean. You weren’t angry at Cas, not just yet. After all, none of you had any idea what he might be trying to sort out.

Your ears perked up when your Dad mentioned he’d put a tracking app on Cas’ phone. “Alright then let’s head out.” Uncle Dean immediately headed towards the doors. You watched him go, followed by Dad who trailed after him. Out of nowhere a surge of pain stung through your head and you winced, clutching your forehead as though it would help. It lasted only a few seconds but during it everything blurred and felt almost slightly out of place. You could have sworn you heard voices. It went as quick as it came, giving you just enough time to grab hold of the table to steady yourself. “You coming Y/N?!” Dad shouted from round the corner. Blinking a little, you mumbled a “yeah” before heading after them.

Dean’s knock was impatient and cross. You hovered behind your Dad and Uncle and to be honest you were just worried about Cas more than anything. Cas’ concerned-self opened the door and sighed. “How did you find me?” “Dad put a track-“ You stopped midway when Uncle Dean slammed Cas against the wall and began to interrogate him, “-yikes.” “Guys.” Dad said, making you look up to see Kelly timidly stood. “Guys!” You echoed in Cas and Dean’s direction. They both jumped, not used to you shouting and followed your gaze to where Kelly stood. “Cas, if you found Kelly why didn’t you say anything?” You asked gently, wanting to keep everyone calm at least. “I uh-“ “He’s taking me to heaven.” Kelly said it so Cas didn’t have to. “But you’d die?” You questioned, not yet understanding. “I wanted to keep you all safe from this. Wanted to make sure that I would be the one to kill both Kelly and her Baby so that none of you would have to.” “No. Cas we found another way!” Dad said hastily. “You’re not our friggin’ baby sitter alright we make our own decisions.” Den snapped at him. Already they were shouting again and you rolled your eyes. “Another way?” Cas frowned. “We can remove the grace. Like we did with Gadreel.” “Sam, you barely survived that…” Cas sighed, clearly not on board.

“I think Kelly would prefer if her kid was alive, amiright?” Uncle Dean looked at her and before she even replied you could tell what she was going to say. “No.” She then grabbed her coat and was out the door. Everyone followed after her in blind panic. “Kelly. Wait. Wait. Kelly. We said we’d find another way and we did.” “I’m going with Castiel.” She said sternly. “But then your baby will die. Your kid can survive this way.” “But then you’ll be taking away the one thing that makes him special…” Kelly said. “Okay this lady has lost her mind.” Uncle Dean exclaimed. In anger, you wacked his arm and shot him a glare. “Will everyone shut the hell up!” You cried, making them all look at you, “In case you hadn’t noticed we are stood out in the open while every Goddamn Angel and Demon on the planet is looking for us. So for God’s sake can we talk somewhere else!” There was a moment of hesitation as they all stared in awe. You weren’t one to raise your voice but recently the way everyone was handling things was getting on your nerves. “Y/N’s right, we need to go back to the Bunker and talk-“ He trailed off when he noticed your expression. Another pain had started up, it was worse than the last and came in jolts through your head. You heard incoherent whispers and conversations. Disorientated, you stumbled, hearing the muffled voices of everyone’s concern and feeling your Dad’s hands at your sides. “Y/N?!” His voice was clearer and you could then see his worried face. “Yeah…” You mumbled, “I’m good. Sorry. Let’s go-“ “What no.” “What the hell was that?” “What happened?” “Are you alright?” “You feelin’ okay?” After the bombardment of questions you nodded a little and said “Yeah don’t worry. Just a migraine or something. We need to head inside…” Cas nodded, grabbing Kelly and taking her to the Impala. Dad didn’t take his eyes off you. “What was that?” He asked quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder as though scared you were going to collapse any minute. “Dad I’m fine honestly. Like I said just a migraine.” You shot him a reassuring smile and ducked out of his grip. Although unconvinced, he nodded.

Your eyes fell on Kelly who adjusted so she was in the driver’s seat. “Uh, guys-“ Dad and Uncle Dean followed your gaze and began shouting as the engine revved but it was far too late.

“Double yikes.” You commented, zipping your jacket up when the wind picked up. “Okay, come on let’s just take this one.” Uncle Dean sighed. “What the hell is up with Cas?” Your Dad wondered aloud. “Well he hasn’t exactly had a great year. He’s just doing what he thinks is right.” You shrugged, watching your Uncle work on the engine. After what looked just like poking around he went “Give it a try.” Your Dad went to start it up and you turned to your Uncle and went “You’ll teach me how to do that right?” Uncle Dean grinned, “’’Course I will, kiddo.”

 The three of you pull up to the Sandbox and Dad starts firing bullets in to Dagon, although they do nothing but turn to dust it at least gave you and Uncle Dean time to position yourselves for a fight. She hits your Dad to the floor and goes for you, you duck her first hit and slam your elbow into the side of her head. With a grunt and a smirk she kicks you to the floor, but before she could knock you out Uncle Dean threw a punch to get her attention. As she kicked his body away she snatched the colt from his grip and grinned for the funeral: “Goodbye.” The colt glowed a bright gold and the barrel hit the floor with a thud. “Nooo!” Uncle Dean cried, but it was too late. You watched her in fear, now unable to kill her. “Okay,” She smiled, “Who wants ice cream?”

“Kelly,” You whispered, nudging her with your foot, “You can heal him.” You nodded to Cas who’s face was bloodied and bruised. She nodded, immediately understanding, and walked up to Cas’ side, taking his hand.

Unaware, Dagon smiled at the couple, “Aww how adorable.”

Just then a golden electricity sparked from Kelly’s hand to Cas’, his eyes shimmered with power as he grabbed Dagon’s arm. Where he held it her body sizzled and hissed away to fire. She screamed I agony as ashes replaced the Demon.

Dad was immediately by your side, although he looked more hurt than you, he helped you up and stood close to your side as you all hesitantly approached where Cas stood dumbfounded and Kelly stood with her hands on her stomach. “Cas?” You said, your brows furrowing together in question. “Was that you?” Dean pushed and that’s when you noticed he was stood in front of both you and your Dad. “It was me,” Cas nodded before adding, “and the child. I felt it.”

Just then he placed an arm on both you and Uncle Dean, healing your sprains and breaks almost instantaneously. You and your Uncle shared a look. “This child,” Cas continued, “must be born. With all of it’s power.” “You can’t be serious?” Dad scoffed. “I am. I have faith. Now we have to go.” Cas began to walk away.

“Cas wait!” Uncle Dean shouted after him. “We’re not just gonna let you walk away like that.” Dad said. “Yes you are.” Cas rose his fingers gently to Dad’s forehead and he went unconscious. He then did the same to Dean before facing you. “Cas wait,” You said with so much panic in your voice that he did, “I won’t follow you. Please.” Without a word they turned and left you stood by your unconscious family. With a sigh, you got some blankets from the back of the impala, watching them drive away from just over the boot. After placing a blanket on them both you climbed on to Baby’s bonnet and-

You cried out in pain as another wave of whatever those things were scraped at your mind. Falling from the car to the ground you clutched hold of your head in attempt to ease the torment of it. The voices were clearer this time. Louder, but still just a jigsaw of conversations. A dot-to-dot of the spoken word. Then: you passed out.

Part 20: It’s Cold

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Logan hisses gently as he pulls the bowl of popcorn from the microwave, setting it on the counter as fast as he can manage to shake the burning feeling from his fingers. “Popcorn’s done!”

“Great, now come pick a stupid show already, so I don’t feel like I’ve wasted my Friday,” Virgil calls back. Remembering to check his pride this time, Logan scoops up the bowl with two objectively safer napkins and peers around the corner of the kitchen wall.

Virgil’s head just barely peeks over the top of the couch, a tuft of pale purple hair sticking out opposite the rest. Beyond him is a daunting list of movies and shows scrolling beneath the Netflix logo. A fifteen second trailer loops for the movie Wreck-It Ralph, but Virgil stubbornly refuses to press play. The tuft of hair vanishes as Virgil leans forward and clears off a space on the table for the popcorn bowl.

“Careful, ’s hot,” Logan warns, dropping the bowl on the open spot.

“Noted.” Virgil, after acknowledging Logan’s words (which really ought to be heeded), proceeds to completely ignore them in favor of grabbing more than a fair fistful and popping the whole mess in his mouth. “Ha her he hah king?”

“You want to run that by me one more time?”

Virgil swallows around the lump of butter and grain with a grimace. “What’re we watching?”

“Great question. No more scary movies, you’re cut off from those, but that’s about our only parameter.”

“Puh- leez, it’s not my fault you couldn’t get to sleep last week. You’re the one that kept me up with nervous texts, ’member? I would’ve expected you to be grown up enough to survive watching Nightmare on Elm Street . Guess I was wrong, if laser tag was anything to go off of.”

“Laser tag was barely two months ago, and already you’re having delusions about my lacking bravery?”

“Hey, hey, you’re the astronaut in training here. I’m not the one with explicit and express intent to fly a hundred hours of pilot-in-command aircrafts before I turn twenty-seven.”

“A thousand hours, or three years of related professional experience. And if I want to break any records, it has to be before I’m twenty-six. Try to pay more attention when I lecture you about my internship next time.”

“I have to endure a next time?”

Logan shoots Virgil a pointed look, the effect of which is lost to the popcorn kernel lodged between his right molars. He prods at it with his tongue.

“In my defense,” Virgil continues, “this is pretty much the longest a relationship of mine has ever lasted.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” Logan isn’t quite sure where all this bravado came from, but it’s doing wonders for keeping his voice even, so he won’t jinx it by digging deeper right now.

“It’s faster to say ‘relationship’ than ‘that dorky guy who hangs out at my apartment every Friday night to make fun of movies because we have nothing better to do as self-respecting adults,’ but I’ll gladly switch to that absurd and overly expository title if you prefer.”

A pout tries to crawl onto Logan’s face, which he promptly ignores. “Point taken. Did you pick a movie yet, or are you just that obsessed with watching a pixelated handyman smile on your television screen?”

“Neither. There’s no good bad movies left on here, so at this point, we’re better off watching something one of us has already seen—”

“Out of the question.”

“—watching nothing—”

“No thank you.”

“—or binging a series show.”

This gives Logan a moment’s pause. “That could work.”

“Right, because watching half an hour of an unending show every week without fail is how I want to spend my next three years’ worth of Fridays.”

“Well, why not?”

“What would we even watch? There’s, like, no serializations that normal people haven’t seen. Everybody’s watched The Office —”

“I haven’t.”

“— Brooklyn 99 —”

“I haven’t.”

“—and Parks and Rec .”

“I haven’t.”

Virgil slams the remote gown on the couch and gapes at Logan. “You haven’t seen Parks and Rec? ”

“Have you even been listening to a single word out of my mouth?”

“You are an absolute monster. You disgust me. We’re through, no more movie nights. I can’t hang out with someone whose true colors are so monochromatic.” Logan is not entirely certain whether Virgil is kidding at this point. “I’m kidding.” Logan is not entirely certain whether Virgil is about to add the caveat ‘mostly’ to that statement.

After an uncomfortably long silence wherein Logan looks absolutely anywhere that isn’t Virgil, the speakers proudly announce the sound of Leslie Knope introducing herself to a small child playing in a sandbox. “This isn’t very funny,” Logan murmurs. “I mean, what child would say they were having a moderate amount of fun and somewhat enjoying themselves to a stranger? I suppose I might if prompted, but still.”

“Shut up ,” Virgil hisses, “this part is hilarious, stop talking. ”

“Ha ha,” Logan says dryly. “I love watching drunks hide in swirly slides. Ha.”

“Shut up. ” This command is accompanied by Virgil swatting at Logan’s shoulder.”

“Well, hey, can’t we skip the theme song?” Logan is almost hoping he’ll say no, just so these movie nights can be that much longer. Series show nights, now.

“Nope, out of the question. Skipping the intro is cheating and an act of cowardice to the nth degree. Be quiet and enjoy the upbeat music.”

A few weeks later, Logan finds himself enjoying watching the theme song. Maybe it has something to do with how they’re sharing one bowl of popcorn, their fingers brushing against each other every so often, rather than Virgil hogging the whole thing for himself. Maybe it’s how their knuckles linger when they reach in at the same time, neither pulling away instantly, but neither vocalizing what’s happening. Maybe it’s how, when Virgil is distracted by people assuming Leslie is dating Ann, he absently lets their fingers link together loosely, too intentional to be a thoughtless mistake. When the scene shifts to some guy named Anthony waving, they both yank their hands away from each other. Logan swears he can feel his nerve endings burning.

Upon the premiere of season two, the distance between them has closed ever so slightly. Rather than being at opposite ends of a three cushion couch, Virgil leans on one armrest and Logan arranges himself on the next cushion over. And if Logan’s fingers wander over to Virgil’s when Leslie marries the two gay penguins (despite the popcorn being well out of reach on the table), and if they hold on long after the credits for the episode have passed, well, that’s nobody’s business but their own, isn’t it?

When the Galentine’s day episode rolls around, Logan has abandoned all pretenses of slowly inching closer, instead taking Virgil’s hand as soon as they’re both seated with their respective mugs. Both cheap water steepings from a broken keurig, of course, but at least they’re enjoying them together. Well, enduring, enjoying, same difference.

“Hey, that’s what you said the first time we went to the museum together!” Logan exclaims, watching the sweater swap moment between April and Andy. Okay, so he doesn’t really exclaim it, per se, so much as say it suddenly and without warning—it’d be rather difficult to literally exclaim it, what with his head resting heavy on Virgil’s shoulder and all.

“Oh, right, on our first date, you mean?”

“Our first what?”

For those of you keeping track at home, yes, Logan has managed to go about six months without realizing that their first date was, in fact, a date.

By the time Chris asks Tom and Jerry to come up with a new logo for the department, Logan is literally sitting in Virgil’s lap with an arm slung around his shoulders. You might liken the position to that of a koala, but then again, Logan didn’t ask you. Full disclosure, they started watching more than one episode a week somewhere along the line, but this was spurred in some part by the need for background noise while they packed everything Virgil owned into a small mountain of cardboard boxes.

“Something to celebrate the occasion?” Logan asks tentatively, holding up a bottle of champagne. This kitchen certainly looks much nicer than the last one, but the leniency of adding paint to these walls was a buffer Logan had sorely missed at Virgil’s old place.

“If you want,” Virgil replies, craning his head over the back of the couch. “But you’re paying damages if you spill it all over my clean floors.”

“Well, duh, I’m paying half the rent, of course I’d fund repairs.” Logan holds back what more he wants to mention, still wary of the sore spot surrounding Virgil’s careers.

“In that case, plop your butt down on the couch we need to replace—speaking of which, we need to figure out a day to descend on IKEA for some upgrades.” Virgil pats his lap and gestures toward the screen—longer and thinner, purchased with some of the funds they’d pooled from their respective savings when picking a place together. “Now, c’mon, we’re about to see the squad go to London. I know you’re all about the architecture over there, aren’t you?”

“As if you even need to ask.” Logan grins, plopping himself down on top of Virgil and whistling along with the theme song.

Living together, unsurprisingly, does wonders for powering through the last couple seasons at a much more efficient pace. In what seems like the blink of an eye, Logan is watching the futures of the main squad playing out as they do one last project, and it’s not a stretch to say he’s holding back tears. As the credits fade to black and The Office pops up as a recommendation to watch next, Logan lifts a hand to his cheek and is baffled to find it come away wet.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Virgil murmurs, slipping an arm around Logan’s back and rubbing circles on his arm. “This is the worst part, I know. You’ve never been this attached to fictional characters before, huh?” Logan hiccoughs. “Yeah, I got you, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Between shuddering breaths that aren’t quite laughs, Logan manages to get out, “It’s like the end of an era. I don’t know, I mean, it’s really over.”

“Oh, I know, sweetie,” Virgil mumbles, pressing his lips against Logan’s hair. “It just means moving on, and I’ll be here for you through it all.” Slowly but surely, Logan’s hiccoughs turn into giggles as the ridiculousness of the situation dawns on him. Why should he be getting so emotional over the end of some tv show? He literally went into this knowing the series would have a finale. He says as much to Virgil.

“True, but we sank a couple years into this tradition. You’re allowed to mourn a tradition, even if you think it’s silly. There’s no rules for what you can or can’t grieve, and even if you lie to yourself enough to believe there are, I’ll be here to help you through it.”

“First off, you can’t spell believe without ‘lie,’ and second, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, hon. What would you get out of dealing with nonsense emotions?”

“Besides knowing I get to wake up every morning to see your face?” Virgil pretends to ponder this for a moment, only breaking into a grin when Logan elbows him in the side—not intentionally, mind you. It’s more of an effort to bury his nose in Virgil’s neck, but unfortunately for Logan, Virgil is ticklish right around there. He laughs loudly and announces, “I want the moon.”

“The moon?”

“The moon, spaceman.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll bring you the moon. Is that all?”

“One more thing.”

“One more thing besides the moon, you mean?”

“Well, yeah, you have to know how much the moon costs.”

“How much does the moon cost?”

“The stars.”

“The stars?”

“It’ll cost you the stars.”

Logan shakes his head and smiles, wrapping Virgil in a tight hug and drying his eyes against his boyfriend’s sleeve. His words are no doubt muffled, near unintelligible, but he’s sure Virgil can make it out well enough. “Okay, love. I’ll bring you the moon.”

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Jinx

For @blazeofobscurity, who helps more than she knows with plotting out things for Magnum-verse. I am a solid 99.9% positive this isn’t how first meetings went down between Rick and TC, but it’s totally my head canon and you can pry it from my cold, dead fingers (even if they cover it in the show). Oh, and @chrisii-the-random-whump-writer - this might count as whump, so I don’t know if you want to be tagged in this or not, but lemme know if you don’t, and I’ll fix it!

Three gunners in six months. That had to be a new kind of record.

“I think I have just the guy for you,” Greico said, a slow, Cheshire like smile forming. “Yeah. I know I got just the guy.”

“He good with guns?” TC asked. “And heights?”

Greico shrugged. “Who fucking knows? He’s a scout sniper. Lost his spotter to a case of nerves, or so he says. Personally, I think he’s the one who scared the guy shitless.”

TC raised an eyebrow. “And you’re gonna give him to me? It’s not even the same MOS.”

Greico waved his hand. “It’s the Sandbox. It’s like Kansas. Nobody cares about us here. But he’s the best shot I’ve seen in…shit, years. And he’s good under pressure. Last place he and his spotter were dropped was shy of the Korengal and nary a scratch on them.”

TC whistled appreciatively. The Korengal was a nightmare to fly. High mountains, trees obscuring the ground, radio interference, no place to pick up or set down and crawling with Taliban looking to take pot shots at low flying hueys with everything from rocks and slingshots to RPGs. Visibility was crap in the air. He didn’t want to imagine what it was like from the ground.

“Who is he?”

“Orville Wright,” Greico said, and TC accidentally inhaled his water instead of sipping, coughing and spluttering as he tried not to die.

“Are you fucking serious? That’s his name? His actual name? Not just some weird ass nickname I don’t even want to guess the origin for?” he wheezed in between breaths.

Greico edged another glass towards him, curling his lip slightly at the spit all over his desk. “God given, apparently.”

“Christ,” TC gasped. “No wonder he likes shooting people.”

“I didn’t say he liked it, I said he was good at it,” Greico amended, then looked thoughtful. “Though to be fair, he has been known to whistle on his way to work, so…who knows. He might be a psychopath. We don’t screen for that type of thing anymore.”

TC frowned. “Budgets?”

Greico snorted. “I wish. Nah, now it’s considered discriminatory to ask about someone’s mental health before we hand them a rifle and ask him to kill on behalf of Uncle Sam and the Sons of Liberty.”

“So your plan is to give me a sniper who may or may not be a serial killer in uniform who doesn’t even have the right MOS for the job? Is it because you hate me?”

Greico snorted into his coffee cup. “No, that’s because of budgets.”

TC sighed. Perfect. Just what he needed. Another ulcer.

“You want to meet him?”

“No.”

“Good,” Greico said, slapping his hand on the desk as he put his feet on the ground. “Come with me.”

*&**&*&

“Besides being a possible sociopath, anything else you can tell me about him?” TC asked, easily keeping stride with the senior officer as they made their way across base.

They were considered a combat zone, despite being on base, so fortunately no one saluted. It was one of the things TC hated about being an officer, but if it meant he got to fly, it was a small price to pay.

“You mean besides his parents clearly hated him?” the colonel asked, snorting. “Yeah. His enlistment papers are bogus. But he’s good enough at his job no one cared enough to look into them. No drug history, so that’s a solid. A little temperamental.”

TC pulled up short. “Hold up. How ‘temperamental’ are we talking here? I ain’t flying with a moody itchy trigger finger.”

Greico didn’t even break stride, forcing TC to jog a few steps to catch up. “Nothing too extreme. Can’t be too twitchy if you’re gonna hit a target at 2000 meters.”

TC blinked. “2000 meters? Was that a freak shot, or what?” That was over a mile.

“Don’t know. Kid’s been in closer quarters ever since, but I betcha if money was on the line, he could make it at 2100. Or further.”

Well, shit. No wonder the Marines didn’t go poking to heavily at his history. The longest sniper shot on record currently was just shy of 2500 meters, a little over a mile and a half.

“He’s not a bad kid,” Greico said. “Got a hell of a chip on his shoulder for reasons unknown. The ladies seem to like him well enough. Hasn’t stabbed anybody, on purpose or otherwise, so that’s a plus. Got an attitude problem though. Thinks he’s the toughest guy around, and so far, he’s been right. Naturally, it’s caused a little…friction with some of the other men.”

“Wow, sir. Way to upsell this kid. Sounds like I’ve struck gold.”

Greico snorted at that. “Ha! Like you’re one to talk. You’ve lost three gunners, Major. And no, it doesn’t matter that only one of them died it was just a lucky shot by some haji with a rifle. No one wants to ride an unlucky bird.”

They were getting towards the enlisted quarters now, which were just row upon row of numbered Quonset huts. The air conditioning units by the doors shook and rattled and sounded like they were on their last breath – which they probably were.

“Here we are,” Greico announced proudly. “Lucky number 13, Major. Looks like it’s fate.”

TC fought the urge to roll his eyes as he followed the colonel through the door.

&^&&^

It sounded like Fight Club.

It looked like Fight Club.

Over a dozen enlisted in various stages of dress – some in their full BDU’s, some still in their tees and boxers, and everything in between gathered around the far end of the Quonset, shouting at the top of their lungs. They stood on tip toes and braced against their friends’ shoulders to see over heads, stood on top of bunks and whatever available piece of furniture there was to see whatever the hell was in the middle of the circle they’d formed.

“What the hell is this?” TC shouted to be heard over the cheering.

There was a crash, and a roar erupted from the crowd. TC could just see someone being lifted and slammed like a linebacker onto something that broke with a crunch.

Greico offered a shrug and tapped the shoulder of the closest Marine. “Hey, who’s winning?”

The younger Marine whipped around, clearly about to rip the colonel a new one for interrupting when his eyes caught the eagle on Greico’s collar.

“Officer on deck!” he shouted, elbowing his buddy hard in the ribs as he jumped back a step to the foot of a cot, snapping to attention. As Marines noticed what was going on, and who was suddenly in their midst, they scrambled for their position in front of any rack available.  

As they jumped to either side clearing a path, TC could finally see what they’d been cheering on. Two Marines, still oblivious along with the edge of the circle who were only now realizing what was happening, were in the middle of a fight.

Both of them looked like they were giving as good as they got – the one still standing was tall, broad shouldered and the poster child for the term jarhead: tattoos up and down both arms that were as big around as TC’s neck, boot camp styled high and tight haircut and wearing his BDU’s. His nose looked soundly broken, or at the very least, sufficiently bloodied, one eye darkening with an impressive shiner.  

The one on the ground was only slightly smaller and a lot younger, built less like a brick shithouse and more athletic and considerably shorter, dirty blonde hair just shy of being too long to be in regs and the beginnings of an unauthorized five o’clock shadow darkening his jaw – though that might be more bruise than beard. He only had his BDU pants on, though they were comparably faded from what they should be. Like other guy, one eye was starting to swell shut and his teeth were stained red from a sliced inner cheek and he was lying amongst the wreckage of what was presumably once a table he’d just been slammed into by the Hulk towering over him.

Neither one seemed to notice the officers, until one of their buddies shouted, this time much louder without the added jeering of the crowd to cover it, “Officer on Deck!”

The tall brute of a Marine snapped to, hands obediently and expertly snapping to his sides as his heels audibly clacked together.

The one on the ground stayed there, breathing hard and not impressed enough by a colonel and a major to pick himself up off the ground.

“I present to you sergeant Orville Wright, Major,” Greico said proudly, stepping to one side as he gave a Vanna White impression. “Your new door gunner.”

TC eyed the muscle bound Marine dubiously. He looked like a serial killer. Or a flunkie bad guy from a Rocky sequel. He would be surprised if the man could even fit in a ghillie suit, but Greico seemed impressed enough with him, so TC figured he at least owed the guy a shot.

“Nice to meet you,” TC said, about to extend his hand in greeting.

The Marine on the ground took that exact moment to rear his knee back and slam his foot into the other guy’s groin.

The jarhead made a noise that wasn’t quite a scream, and not quite a squeak as he curled in on himself, doubling over and collapsing to the deck in the fetal position as he turned a violent shade of red and purple as every other man in the room hissed and winced in sympathy as one entity.

“Nice to meet you too, Major,” the kid on the floor huffed. He turned his head to the side and spat out a wad of red before turning back to TC, looking at him upside down from the ground as he held out his hand, knuckles torn and bruised. “You can call me Rick.”