#and i think they'd bring so much chaos to the table

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #71

When Stephanie first discovered her father was Cluemaster, she knew what she had to do. She knew she had to spoil his plans, and make it known to the world. She had to be smart about it, however. If he found out it was her behind it, he could do something bad to her. Or worse, bad to her brother, Danny.

[kxsagi]

Heyy can you please do "just a chill girl" part two with Aiku or otoya? Cause I feel like they'd be flirting back and be surprised that the reader is pretty chill about it, and thank you 💗

“𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐”

a/n: i want to be as chill as this but i'd crash out if another girl flirted with my man

ft. aiku oliver, otoya eita, nagi seishiro, ness alexis, itoshi sae

aiku oliver

oliver, who is used to girls getting jealous over everything, is actually kinda confused the first few times it happens. 

like some girl is full-on bending over the table in front of him at a bar and you’re just sipping your drink like, “her highlights are nice. i might ask her for her salon’s name.” 

he’s side-eyeing you like “hello??? aren’t you supposed to be clawing her eyes out rn???” 

he lowkey starts trying to test your reaction. 

“babe, that girl winked at me.” 

“cool. you want me to wingman you?” 

“um, babe, that was a test –” 

“and you failed. tragic.” 

he's so used to attention that the fact that you don’t compete for it actually throws him off. 

you never nag, never stalk his socials, don’t even ask who texted him. you’re just like: “if you cheat, you cheat. but then i leave. no yelling, no tears. just blocking you and moving on.” 

and he finds that terrifyingly attractive. 

now he gets territorial for you. “why was that guy talking to you for so long?” 

“he was asking for directions.” 

“directions to your heart maybe.” 💀 

when he tries to flirt with other girls to rile you up, you literally cheer him on. 

“that was a good line, babe. maybe a bit too much tongue, though.” 

“please get jealous i’m BEGGING.” 

otoya eita

otoya thinks you're a mythical creature. 

“you don’t care if girls hit on me?” 

“nope.” 

“you’re not gonna ask who i’m texting?” 

“it’s probably your mom.” 

“… how did you know that?” 

otoya is dramatic, flirty, and thrives on chaos. you? you bring none. you are an unbothered queen with god-tier chill. 

girls would be full-on throwing themselves at him, giggling, touching his arm, batting their lashes… and you’re just sitting there like “nice weather today.” 

otoya: “babe, aren’t you jealous?” 

you: “i know you’re hot. they’re just confirming it.” 

he melts. “how are you so cool about this? don’t you love me?” 

“of course. but, i also know you’re mine.” 

you say that like it’s just facts. like gravity. and he’s internally kicking his feet over it. 

otoya’s the kind of guy who craves a reaction, but the way you never give him one drives him insane, in a hot way. 

“baby, i flirted with a cashier today.” 

“did you get the discount?” 

“… you are my roman empire.” 

he literally brags about how chill you are. “my girl? oh, she doesn't get jealous. she knows she’s the baddest. she lets me flirt 'cause she knows i'm walking out with her.” 

and you’re in the back like “can you just walk out with the groceries, otoya.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi is so naturally attractive without trying that girls are constantly hovering around him. and he… genuinely has no clue. 

some girl was twirling her hair and laughing at everything he said and he deadass asked you, “was she okay? she kept coughing.” 

you? you don’t even blink. “she was flirting, sei.” 

“oh. should i say bless you or somethin’?” 

you never get jealous. not even a little. you’re just like: “if someone can beat me in a relationship with you while i’m doing nothing, then they earned it.” 

chillest threat of all time. he felt that in his soul. 

he actually loves that you’re not dramatic about it. girls flirt, you scroll on your phone. girls giggle at his every word, you’re napping on his shoulder. girls touch his arm, you’re like “nice. now tell her to press A so the match can start.” 

but the best part? you don’t compete. you just win. effortlessly. like a final boss that doesn't even have to move. 

and when you do say something? it’s straightforward, but polite. “you know he’s taken, right?” 

“oh… i didn’t –” 

“yeah, don’t worry. happens a lot. you’ll be okay.” 

nagi turns into a lazy little golden retriever around you. sprawled across your lap, hiding his face in your hoodie like “don’t wanna talk to those girls. talk to you instead.” 

you: “then stop looking that good in public.” 

nagi: “not my fault 😞” 

he literally won’t entertain other girls because it sounds like effort. “too much talking. too much blinking. i’ll stick with you.” 

ness alexis

ness adores how chill you are but is also like… lowkey stressed by it? 

“this girl just complimented my abs and winked at me.” 

“tell her i said thanks, i made you go to the gym.” 

you never get clingy or jealous, which is new for him because… well, have you seen his teammates? (k*iser cough) 

he expected drama when you two started dating but all you gave him was… peace. 

he calls you his emotional support zen rock. “baby, i’m spiraling. this girl said she liked my thighs.” 

“okay. and i like them more. breathe.” 

“okay 🫡” 

you never fight girls for him, you just win by doing nothing. girls flirt. you yawn. ness hides behind you like you’re his emotional support sword. 

“get her, baby.” 

“i’m on cool-down mode, sorry.” 

the only time you actually do react is if someone crosses a line. like touches him too much? flirts while knowing he’s taken?. suddenly you’re not chill anymore. you’re clinical. 

“do you want my boyfriend or are you just this friendly with everyone’s man?” 

ness: 💍

itoshi sae

sae, who literally has zero interest in any girl that isn’t you, finds it endlessly attractive how calm and composed you are. 

like a girl will literally try to sit on his lap and you’ll be like, “she’s bold. i’ll give her that.” 

sae looks at you like he’s ready to marry you on the spot. 

he’s so loyal it makes flirting with him embarrassing for everyone involved. someone flirts. he gives them a blank stare. you sip your coffee. silent double kill. 

he secretly loves when girls try it just so he can flex your energy. “you’re not even gonna say something to her?” 

“you’ll handle it.” 

“damn right i will.” 

but he’s also the type to make it obnoxiously clear he’s taken. arm around your waist, holding your hand, whispering in your ear like, “wanna leave and do nothing together?” 

meanwhile the girl who was flirting is like 🧍‍♀️ 

if someone tries to make you jealous, he’s the one who gets annoyed. “why are they still trying to get a reaction out of you?” 

“cause they’re bored. i’m not.” 

and he’ll just glare until they vanish from existence. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I propose an idea! Romantic Yandere Mark Grayson with batsib mc….oh I can feel the chaos that these two worlds would bring😂

A/N: "BIYVjhKDjshuguj" was my inital reaction to this requests because this is tew good. If you've seen my Mark Grayson post then you know exactly how insane this mf is.

Warnings: Pure crack to be honest? Like this is not even a serious post. I was laughing the entire time. Don’t even know where I was going with this but…I had fun

Requests? always open!

Masterlist

Two black haired, attention whore yanderes with the same last name, walk into a room with their darling in it...who's winning?

I mean technically their meeting is not too far fetched. Mortal Kombat and DC had a crossover..and Invincible is also apart of Mortal Kombat which means- nvm, you didn't ask for that.

Here's the thing, everyone in the family dislikes Mark but yan! Mark and Dick HATE each other the most but because they are low key so similar. Mark is obviously way more extreme but i digress. He brings out the absolutely worse out of Dick.

Like Dick has picked up a Knife and contemplated murder.

Mark and Dick's interactions are hilarious though?? Like they both have the exact same fake smile and passive (heavy on the aggressive) behaviors.

"Ahhh, Mark, we're always pleased to host you since y'know your parents obviously need some sort of break from an irritant, such as yourself."

"Thanks, Dick! But regardless of how much of an irritant i am to them, least i still have two biological parents to care for me. Maybe it's because they're not patrons of the circus....?"

*backhands him*

Jason isn't subtle and has whipped out his guns, ready to blast that mf. He's been the closet to causing Mark to blow up the mansion. It was a whole thing and you dumped Mark over it but of course he gaslighted you.

I think the family doesn't like the fact you're dating someone who can easily take advantage of you. (ironic) Mark is clearly dangerous, he's half viltrumite and they may not know everything his people are capable of but they know he can cause a lot of havoc. Mark is not only a threat to you but to them as well. He puts them in a state of constant high alert. They're always staring him down, searching for any signs of danger. I'm sure Batman has a fail safe plan all ready to go. They are eager for the moment they can take this mf down. Do you think they have the supers on speed dial just in case? Ugh even uncle Clark is disapproving of this too.

Your sisters try endlessly to have heart to hearts with you because WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING????? MARK?! They'd rather you date poke-a-dot man or something because why????

Mark isn't a dumbass, he knows they hate him. He also knows just how scared they are of him and it gives him some sort of sick pleasure knowing he could truly have you all to himself if he really wanted to. But there's really no point in that yet, you're wrapped around his fingers. He totally has thought about going back to his planet with you and keeping your pretty self locked up where your family won't ever find you. That'd really stick it to em'

The cocky, manipulation is just oozing off him every time he's around. The way he shoots threatening looks towards your siblings when they try to get your attention or "playfully" insulting them. There's never a moment where his head isn't held high, looking down at your siblings as if they were beneath him...He runs this place when he's over. Which is all the time because Bruce is like okay, if you won't leave him, you have to be supervised.

Can you imagine combined family dinners with Mark's family and yours??? First, there is definitely a fight of who is sitting next to who. I'll say your brothers win this and are sitting on either side while Mark is fuming as he's across from you. The tension is so freaking high. It's rather silent around the table but everyone is looking at each other either like "I'm ready to kill him when you are" or "i'm going to kill you, mark...". I headcanon that even Bruce has beef with Nolan. They clash rather constantly on their differences of how to handle villains. Nolan is a stone cold killer to Bruce, who is rather set in his ways. It's no wonder Mark is his son. You aren't going to be with this kid for long. "So, Bruce? How's things on your side of town? Still letting your boyfriend out of jail so you can keep playing tag?" "The Joker isn't my boyfriend, i'm just not into murder, unlike some "heros" are. I like to set an example for my kids." "Ah, is that why Jason threatened to kill my son at gun point last month?"

You and Debbie are the only ones who like are trying to be civil and are sort of ignorant to everything going on.

"Um, so i made brownies with Mark's mother for everyone! Anyone want a piece?"

"Of course, love. You know your brownies are my favorite, i've been waiting all day."

Your siblings act like savages and eat the entire pan, stuffing it in their mouths so Mark cannot get any. Bruce doesn't do anything to correct his children out of spite.

Bruce is also debating on just handling them right here. He could have Kal-el over in matters of minutes and this could all be over with.

(Okay but Mark and Damien beating each other’s asses???? Damien cannot bite his tongue and Mark is trying to be nice because he’s a kid but he then Damien call him a "little bitch boy" and it pushes him over the edge. Mark just jumps over the table lollllll???? Sad thing is, Damien gets in tons of cuts with the butterknife he was just using for his sweetroll heheh))) "I though you were invincible...guess i was right in calling you a little bi-" "OH YOU'RE DYING TONIGHT"

[forsinnersandsaintsalike]

Hello ☺️

What do you think of a reader x billy/stu where they spend so much time with the reader and her family that they kind off become a part of it

Example: her mom makes food for them also, the fam invites them for holidays and family vacations

Billy boy and stu stu would LOVE this

I think they would too!

Apart of the family now

Billy Loomis

Billy, who isn't exactly known for a stable or supportive home life, would be hesitant at first. He's not used to such warmth and kindness, so he might seem a little awkward.

Over time, though, he'd grow to genuinely appreciate being included. Your mom's cooking would become his favorite, even if he doesn't say it outright.

"Your mom made lasagna again? Guess I'll stick around." (Translation: I love it here.)

Billy would quietly become protective of your family. Whether it's helping your dad fix something or giving your sibling advice, he'd integrate himself in ways that might even surprise him.

If your parents ever mentioned how much they appreciate him being around, he'd brush it off but secretly feel a warmth he's never really known.

Billy would enjoy the holidays, though he'd be more reserved during big family gatherings. He'd sit next to you, holding your hand under the table, occasionally smirking at the chaos around him.

If anyone teased him about being part of the family, he'd roll his eyes but secretly love the sentiment.

Stu Macher

Stu would charm his way into your family in no time. Your parents would adore him for his humor and lighthearted energy, even if they sometimes found him a bit much.

He'd joke with your siblings, help your mom in the kitchen (probably eating half the food in the process), and somehow get your dad to watch goofy movies with him.

Stu would fully embrace family holidays-whether it's decorating the Christmas tree, organizing Easter egg hunts, or even dressing up for Halloween.

"Family vacations? Count me in! I call dibs on the window seat!"

Unlike Billy, Stu wouldn't hold back his appreciation. He'd constantly thank your mom for meals, bring flowers for family dinners, and brag to his friends about how great your family is.

"Your mom's spaghetti is the best thing l've ever had. I'd marry her cooking if I could!"

Together

Your family wouldn't just tolerate Billy and Stu-they'd practically adopt them. Your mom would pack extra lunches for them, your dad would involve them in weekend projects, and your siblings would treat them like older brothers.

Billy would grumble about it sometimes, but Stu would wholeheartedly embrace being "the favorite son."

Stu would bring the fun and energy, while Billy would quietly keep an eye on everyone, making sure nothing went wrong.

Whether it's playing games on a road trip or helping with family traditions, they'd both make themselves indispensable.

For Billy, being welcomed into your family would mean more than he'd ever admit. He'd find himself smiling during quiet family dinners, realizing he finally feels like he belongs somewhere.

For Stu, it'd be a dream come true an extension of his own loud, chaotic personality into a family that loves him just the way he is.

[the-anxious-stargazer]

Like Lucky Strike || Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Y/N asks out Sam on a date, both of them worry about how the night would go. When the night came and the date went on, they felt their worries settle down knowing that they were both comfortable of each other.

Words: 4.4k

Note: i'm happy y'all enjoyed the first part and honestly i never thought of making a part 2 so here you go! i'm sorry if it took too long i was trying so hard to find the motivation to write the date part during a breakup HUHU enjoy more sam fluff bc this woman deserves the fucking world :) also yes quinn never went bad we are healthy so she is not going to avenge her bitchass brother.

[Masterlist] [Part 1]

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"Hey Matty, where's a great place to bring a girl you have been crushing on for quite some time now? " Y/N asks her good friend, who paused his typing,

"Wait, you finally asked Sam out?" Matt states his shock.

Y/N had been rambling to her good friend and boss, Matt, about how things had been going between her and Sam. If he were being honest, his friend's been stupidly in love with Sam since the day she shared their conversation one night at the diner. For someone who likes to observe the world around her, Matt was sure she was the most oblivious of how she felt towards a specific woman that works in her favorite diner.

It had been the day after Y/N had walked Sam to her apartment after work and asked her to dinner, and for the past few hours since she got home, she's been overthinking about it. She ends up planning what she'd be wearing for the date and settled wearing something more casual than what she always wore whenever she stopped by the diner. If someone were watching her choosing between the amount of clothes she had picked they'd think that she has lost her mind. Though Y/N had decided on her clothes, the next on her list was the place they'd have dinner at. Like what Sam said last night, she was aiming for a place they can only afford than going to an expensive restaurant and pouring her entire savings into some dish that she's not even sure she'd like. So that's why she seeks someone else's opinion,

"Yes, I did, and I'm panicking because I have no place in mind to take her to!" The woman nervously answers before she sat down on the chair by his table and tapped her feet. It was something she's been doing for the past few hours of contemplating things.

"Well, don't take her anywhere expensive." Her friend emphasizes as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.

"I'm aware, dude. I can't spend my entire bank account for a plate of steak that I can do 10x better at home." Y/N jokes when she can't even cook much.

"Then why not cook her something?" Matt playfully suggests, and he sees the cringe on her face before replying, "And attempt to burn my place down again? Gladly! " 

"C'mon, it can't be that bad Y/N." He tries to convince her.

Y/N suddenly recalls the time she tried to make spaghetti and ended up burning the sauce and cooking her noodles mushy. The chaos she omitted that Sunday afternoon caused her fire alarm to go off, and earned numerous knocks on her door after her attempt. Let's just say she never bothered to try cooking anything fresh other than instant noodles and canned food. Even her mother laughed so hard at her story when she was telling it on the phone.

"Did you forget that I almost burned my place down because of tomato sauce, Matthew?" The sarcasm that drips in her voice makes Matt laugh,

"Oh, what about that taco truck you said you've been wanting to try for the past two weeks?" Matt remembers her words. The woman's eyes light up from his suggestion.

Y/N still had been eyeing that taco truck that was a few walks away from her apartment but had always been preoccupied to try.

"Oh my gosh, Matt. You're a fucking genius! " Y/N exclaims before standing up.

"Then I'll let you get off early later." Matt chuckles at his friend before he watches her walk out of his room and go to the lobby to continue her brainstorming. Though she does stop by the door before saying, "Thank you, Matty. You're the best!"

Meanwhile, in the Bailey-Carpenter apartment, Sam had reluctantly asked her young sister what outfit she could wear, and it ended up Mindy, Anika, and Quinn tagging along. Tara was beyond ecstatic to help her big sister with something like this. After almost a year of living in New York, Sam's finally letting herself be open in the dating scene. The other three were beyond surprised to hear that the Samantha Carpenter was going on a date with someone they had never heard of before, but Tara filled them with what she knew. Quinn and Tara rummage into Sam's closet for some clothes qualified enough for her to wear tonight. 

So far, the progress is going very slow.

"Wait so, she's a regular at the diner you work at and defended you from these mean girls that been harassing you? Damn, now I want to meet the woman." Mindy babbles as she sat on Sam's bed and rests one of her arms in-between her girlfriend's thighs.

"And she always walks her home after her shifts. I sometimes catch up to them and that ass of hers is looking mighty fine in those pantsuits." Quinn adds while studying one of Sam's crop top.

"That's so sweet. Sam, she already sounds like a keeper." Anika smiles at the older Carpenter who has been embarrassed the entire time.

"Oh my god you guys, we're not even anything yet." Sam covers her face.

"Not even anything? Sam, she's literally the first person you opened up to with none of our connections. And she waits for you to finish your shift sometimes and walks you home!" Tara points out facts as she turns around to face her sister,

"And— And, she's the first person to ever make you genuinely laugh! I have never heard you laugh since you know who!" Her sister continues.

"Tell me, has she ever done that to anyone else at the diner?" The younger Carpenter continues, and the three wait for her response as she froze.

The coffee breaks she always offered to everyone turned out mostly to be her's except for the times she was off. Y/N does always wait for her to finish her shift but only when she's on the morning shift. On the night shifts, she's more than happy to accompany her before 10 pm to head home and rest. Sam always texted her whenever she got home before going to sleep and it always surprised her when she got a reply so early to bid her to have a good rest. Y/N only offered the walks to her specifically that even Cate and Dolly tease her about it while Dale proudly smiles at his favorite regular. Sam concludes that her sister was right. When she took too long to respond Tara snaps her fingers and scoffs in amusement.

"See? There is something!" The younger Carpenter finishes before she goes back to help Quinn.

"Okay, as much as I want to help Tara prove that she's right, why do you not have anything spicy here Sam? Not even a red dress or a cute skirt?" Quinn interjects and she gives up.

"I mean, tank tops, skinny jeans, and boots are Sam's thing. I don't see a problem with that." Mindy joins in with a shoulder shrug.

"I agree with her on that one." Her girlfriend beams and Mindy kisses her cheek for it.

Sam smiles at their antics before she finally helps find the perfect fit for her. She felt content to be surrounded by people who support her in this new chapter in her life. Part of her still felt incredibly nervous to go out with Y/N who felt the same way as she changed to the outfit she had planned which was a green plaid jacket, white shirt, black jeans, and walking shoes. It felt weird to dress this comfortably just to see Sam. She's at least checked herself in the mirror more times she can count than usual and has contemplated too many times if she should drop the jacket or not. But the weather today seems to tell her that it might rain one way or the other. Y/N just had to be sure that she was prepared for the worst.

When she finally stopped herself from stressing about her fit, she grabbed her stuff and left her apartment to walk her way to Sam's apartment. Even if it was around five blocks away walking felt better than getting a taxi and getting stuck in traffic at this hour. Y/N put on her earphones as she strutted through the New York crowd and minded her business. The people around her moved in routine as some bumped into each other and yelled at the person to watch their way while some people talked loudly on the phone. She was beyond immune to how the people here are the way they are. So as Y/N arrives at the Bailey-Carpenter apartment building, she catches a glimpse of the sisters waiting for her by the stairs and Tara is the first one to notice her arrival. Her eyes couldn't leave Sam's body as she stood next to her sister who sat on the stairs and tapped her shoes nervously. She wore a cropped tank top and blue skinny jeans to match her usual boots that she wore to work. Y/N always liked her wearing tank tops because she gets to see those arms for free.

"Y/N!" Tara jumped from her seat as she ran to hug the woman nearing them. Y/N smiles at the younger Carpenter and hugs her with one hand.

Sam looks up to see both of them and she freezes at the sight of her. Those doe eyes couldn't leave Y/N's figure as she initiated small talk with Tara. Everything else blurred out as she watched the woman smile as she spoke and her voice was inaudible. She thought she looked amazing even in casual wear. It was too weird to see her outside of her work clothes since she's gotten so used to Y/N visiting her right after work. She didn't even realize that they had approached her. Sam couldn't snap out of her trance until someone snapped their fingers in front of her. Tara giggled at her sister's unresponsiveness when Y/N greeted her and dropped her hand that was in front of her sister's face.

"Huh?" Sam uttered as she blinked a few times.

"You good, Sam?" Y/N asks as she tries to hide away her amusement,

"Yeah, y-you look good." She sheepishly replies and smiles back at her before she hears her compliment her back, "I could say the same for you,"

"You ready?" The woman saw her nod before both of them turned to notice Tara grinning at them.

"You better bring her back home before 10 or we will hunt you down, Y/L/N." The younger Carpenter tries to intimidate her with an emphasis on "we" and it makes Y/N laugh at her attempt. The interaction caused Sam to push Y/N's back for them to leave.

"10 o' clock, Y/L/N! Don't forget it! "

"Yes, ma'am!" She turns around and shouts back with a salute.

"Tara get back inside! I'll see you later." Tara shakes her head while giggling before following her order.

Unconsciously, Y/N holds her hand while Sam's free hand covers her face in embarrassment. As much as she loved her sister dearly, Tara was surely doing all she could to humiliate her in front of Y/N. But deep down, she's more than happy that they bonded well. Tara is kind of easy to befriend so Y/N had no worries getting along with the young Carpenter. The woman in question smiles at her as she covers her blushed face and finally takes the lead to walk them to their destination.

"I am so sorry about her." Sam tries to apologize.

"It's nothing, I like seeing you all embarrassed. It's cute." Y/N let her know.

Sam tries to act cool from her words and removes her hand from her face before looking at her to ask, "Stop it! Where are you taking us?"

"Oh, there's this taco truck I've always passed whenever I come back from the diner and have always wanted to try it out. Might as well try there." Y/N informs as they walk past a crowd.

They were a crowd of teenagers and laughing loudly at their shenanigans. Y/N felt Sam stiffen from the crowd so she carefully let go of her hand and slipped it on her back to settle her hand on her waist. This moved their bodies closer and the move made Sam blush again. Part of her wish was that Y/N wouldn't notice it but she was already too late as it made her smirk. Her cautious mind calmed down after.

"Do you want me to move away?" The woman softly questions to her ear. She could've sworn that her voice shifted from sweet to silky.

Situations like this used to make Sam freeze after Woodsboro, but Y/N has unconsciously helped her get through it. She felt incredibly safe with her around. Safety was something she had never felt since moving to New York before all the rumors started.

"N-No, this is fine." Sam stuttered, cursing at herself for doing so.

Y/N just simply smiles before they continue walking close to each other. The warm feeling on her chest continued that she couldn't help herself from smiling. Sam's nervousness was long gone and she felt more comfortable in Y/N's arms. They were able to pass by the diner and wave at the staff and regular customers inside. Behind Y/N's back, Dale had just won the bet he had with both servers who thought she wouldn't have the guts to ask Sam or the other way around. Cate whined in defeat before handing the cook his ten bucks. The smug smile on Dale's face only annoyed Dolly who also gave her ten bucks and continued cleaning the table she had abandoned after seeing the two.

When Y/N notices the familiar deli shop on the other side of the road she smiles knowing that they are near. Her hands loosen from Sam's hips and beams at her,

"What kind of taco do you like?" The woman randomly asks and Sam hums to think about her answer while they wait,

"My dad used to make these fish tacos when we were young and when we had a trip to Mexico I had this amazing one but forgot it," Sam replies.

"What about you?" She voices out her curiosity.

"I've had Al Pastor once and it was good. The one that's been showing up in my timeline lately is Birria tacos and I swear I want to try them so bad." Y/N happily answers.

Sam only giggles at her ramble before they finally arrive at the place and it was kind of crowded. There was quite the line for both the order and waiting and so far the people who were already eating seemed to be having a good time while enjoying the food. The place had slowly upgraded since Y/N had laid eyes on it. At first, it was just a taco truck by an empty parking space, but now there were tables and decorations around their area with lights complimenting the homey vibe of the area. The owner must have gotten a lot of attention to make this place look lively. Sam liked how cozy and warm the area looked as she observed more.

"So, what are we ordering?" Y/N wonders as she looks her way.

She sees the older Carpenter stare at the sign and concentrate on which order should she pick. The way her eyebrows furrowed as she debated between fish and beef made Y/N's heart flutter. Those doe eyes that used to be so mysterious are now mesmerizing to her. She thought she was so adorable that she didn't even realize that she'd been staring for too long.

"I mean, we only have two options. We can order both and just share if you'd like?" Sam concludes her thought process before she turns to see the woman's reaction only to be smiling at her mindlessly.

"Y/N? " She calls for her when she doesn't answer her.

"Hmm? Yeah, that sounds good to me." Y/N blurts out when she pulls away from her thoughts and it's Sam's turn to be amused by her getting distracted.

"What's on your mind?" Sam tries to tease her and it only makes the woman blush.

"I-I, uhm—"

"I'm messing with you, dummy." The teasing she caused had only made Y/N blush even harder as she scratched the back of her head and laughed along with her.

Just the sight of Y/N like this will be stuck at the back of Sam's head for who knows how long.

While waiting in line, the two continued conversing about their day. Y/N excluded the part where she was panicking over where she'd take them to dinner and stressing over her outfit. She found it cute how all the girls came together to help Sam with her outfit even when she only asked for Tara. Her sister has mentioned the three before whenever she hangs out at the diner when she has no classes in the afternoon. So far, Mindy is her favorite from the stories. As they ordered and finished up, it was time to wait in line. Gladly the service was fast since around four people were working inside a food truck to cook and prepare while two worked to clean the tables. When their orders were placed and the food served later, both enjoyed their dinner with laughs and stories. Y/N liked both fish and beef but Sam preferred the fish because it brought some nostalgia for her. The woman didn't mind offering the majority of the fish tacos to her and just smiled when Sam appreciated her for offering them.

"You know… I thought you wouldn't return them." Y/N began while trying to add some salsa verde to her half-eaten taco. The Carpenter girl figured that they were talking about how they felt for each other as she wiped off whatever was on her face after finishing her last taco.

"Well, I've never really had anyone openly be friendly with me and stick around even when I don't show much... interest." Sam answers.

"Stick around huh?" The woman teases with a grin before biting in.

"I mean, who's the one who kept asking for coffee breaks?" Sam watches her stifle her laugh while trying to finish chewing her food and swallow it down before replying to her,

"In my defense, I offer coffee breaks to everyone." Y/N tries to say.

"And yet you still offered it after I declined twice. You were a tad bit persistent on that." All she could do was shake her head.

"What can I say, I liked the whole mystery behind you. Intrigued me a lot and I'm glad I was patient enough to make it this far." Y/N admits, leaning back in her seat to cross her arms with a small smile.

Her eyes follow Sam's every move as she leans close to her and hovers her mouth next to her ear to say, "You have something on your face."

The shortness of the gap between them causes Y/N to sit still while the Carpenter girl wipes away the smudge of salsa verde near the corner of her lips with tissue. Her cheeks light up as they stay close and she stares at Sam's lips which seem to be more irresistible than before. The urge to fight herself back from kissing her was her greatest battle right now because she was almost losing. Sam found amusement in her enthralled state, knowing that this was the same woman who almost swerved smoothly through her guarded walls for the past month. All that natural confidence she carried with ease was nowhere to be found now. Y/N felt her hold her chin before forcing her to move her attention to her face she had a smirk. Her blush only worsened.

"Eyes up here, Cariño." Y/N almost melted on the floor when she heard her speak again.

"T-Thank you." She was able to bring herself to voice her gratitude.

Sam only chuckled at her when she replied before checking her phone to see the time. The woman before her stood up with a sigh and motioned her to follow, "Come on, my sister's going to potentially hunt you down if we don't get back at 10."

"R-Right!" Y/N stutters as she stands up.

The Carpenter girl only smiled at her as she went to cling her right arm around her left arm. Both of them walked by the sidewalk with comfortable silence between them and Sam leaned her head to her shoulder, trusting Y/N fully. She felt a sense of accomplishment for coming this far. All that patience was worth the effort now that she was here with Sam trusting her safety and well-being with her that she could never let herself be like this around anyone else but her family. That warm feeling came back to her chest as they continued to walk and Y/N only smiled at the feel of it.

"Did you enjoy tonight?" Y/N gently asks,

"It was… better than expected. Thank you for tonight." Sam sends her gratitude to her while trying to look up to see her grinning in content.

"You're always welcome, Sam. You deserve it."

Both continued in silence as they walked back to the Carpenter's place. While walking, Y/N felt something land on her face, and she slightly jumped from it. Her head turned left and right to try and figure out what it was before she felt something land again. The woman then looked up to the sky that had the stars hidden, and before they knew it the rain started pouring down at them. Y/N's instinct was to run and look for some cover, but most of them were being occupied by other people. A thought popped into her mind, and she suddenly remembered that she wore her plaid jacket for this exact reason. She then started stripping out of the said jacket and covered Sam's head to keep her dryer.

"You're going to get wet!" Sam scolds her only to be brushed off,

"It's okay, my place is near we can get dry there!" Y/N yells before grabbing her hand to lead them to her apartment.

Both of them ran through the New York rain as it continued to pour harder and they laughed like children playing in the rain. Tara's joking threats were now forgotten and Sam would probably give her a call later to let her know. Y/N could feel her clothes getting wetter in the process but as promised, the buildings that she was all too familiar with walking past whenever she came home came nearer. Sam noted that she lived on a nicer street than she and her sister do, though only a little. When they reached the apartment building, Y/N quickly looked for her keys in the pockets of her jeans and fished them out when she found them. She then unlocks the building door and lets Sam in first before she follows to close the door behind.

"Oh my god, Y/N. You're all soaked up." Sam points out the obvious as she takes off the plaid jacket off her head.

All she heard from her was a laugh before she shakes her head to brush it off.

"At least you're not." The woman beams at her and she thinks she looks like a little kid smiling at her with her hair flat and clothes drenched.

Y/N noted that Lenard, the keeper, would probably kill her for causing a mess on the floor with a puddle slightly forming from the water dripping from them. She'll apologize to him by the morning before she comes to work, probably with a box of his favorite Marlboro to make up to him.

"C'mon, we might get sick if we don't get out of these," Y/N remarked as she started making her way to the elevator.

Luckily enough for them, the elevator was free for them and they both entered the box accompanied by squeaks from their shoes. Y/N pressed the button for her floor and leaned her weight to the railing at the back, Sam following her. The Carpenter girl takes a moment to stare at the woman beside her and notices how her skin glistens from the water and the lighting of the elevator. It was relatively bright, but not bright enough to be blinding. Numerous thoughts came to her mind as she burned her skin with her unwavering eyes that she felt them. Y/N turns to face her and breathed,

"What's on your mind, Sammy?" Something about the way her voice caused the hair on her arms to go up and made her throw all her restraints away.

And hearing that nickname was her breaking point.

"Fuck it," Sam uttered before she grabs Y/N's face and presses her lips onto hers.

Y/N's plaid jacket that she had held has been dropped on the floor and both couldn't be bothered by it. The force Sam had used to press her hard to the wall caught Y/N off guard and the kiss only made her feel like there was a fireworks display in her stomach. She noted how soft her lips were and the desperation in her kiss as they turned their heads in sync. There was a hint of citrus on Sam's lips and she liked the taste of it that they felt irresistible. Hands slowly make their way to Sam's hips before Y/N flips their places with her now pinning the Carpenter girl, barely breaking the kiss.

If only she knew how her knees weakened when she took dominance.

When it seemed like it was taking forever and both women struggled to breathe, they pulled away from each other but not too far away to miss each other's warmth. Sam decided to be the first one to break the silence in the hair,

"I know I was the one who started, but I think… we're going too fast." She addressed as she caught her breath.

Y/N giggles as she looks down to avoid her stare and a shade of pink paints her cheeks, "Yeah, I agree and I don't mind if you want to take things slow."

Sam just smiles at her in content when she looks back to her doe eyes and makes her heart leap at the adoration in Y/N's eyes. She felt too fortunate to have someone as considerate and patient as her. Almost too good to be true. But she reassured herself that Y/N was nothing like Richie. And Sam hoped her heart won't be broken twice with betrayal.

"I'd like that."

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THANK YOU FOR READING I'M SORRY IF THIS TOOK LONG <3

[therummesoccupied]

IDW'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, KNUCKLES' 30TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL - THOUGHTS

WARNING - SPOILERS AHEAD

It's that time, friends.

The year is 2024, and SEGA has declared it to be the Fearless Year of Shadow, making a big show out of showering the dark hedgie with all kinds of love over the course of the year.

This was certainly done to promote the upcoming Sonic the Hedgehog 3 movie, but I can't help but feel that it's a bit unfortunate that the movie's release, and therefore the Year of Shadow, happened when it did, as 2024 is the 30th anniversary of the release of the original Sonic the Hedgehog 3 game on the SEGA Genesis - a game that marked the first appearance of Knuckles the Echidna. And so, where this could have been a year all about Angel Island's lone guardian, instead the spotlight has been dedicated to Sonic's other main rival for the bulk of the year.

Rad Red wasn't forgotten entirely, however, as just as they'd done with Tails and Amy over the past couple years, the folks at IDW gave us a nice little anniversary special dedicated to ol' Knux.

This story is not as strictly dedicated to Knuckles as the Tails and Amy specials were to their titular characters, however, as they also use the comic as an opportunity to commemorate one of the series' more recent releases with Sonic Superstars.

A good deal of this story centers around Trip the Sungazer, a new character introduced in Superstars who was the guardian of the game's setting, The Northstar Islands. I like Trip, if only because she's the first totally new playable character we've had introduced in a main series entry since Silver first showed up in Sonic '06, seventeen years before Sonic Superstars was released. It was really cool to get a new character with their own perspective on the adventure after such a long time, and they even got their own unique Super Form to boot! It was one of those little steps that helped make me feel like the series was going in the right direction again - or at least a direction I appreciated.

The story, penned by Ian Flynn, largely centers around Knuckles offering some one-on-one training to Trip in order to help her become the best Guardian she can be. He's an old pro, after all.

(Side note: I really adore this nod to Tyson Hesse's old "Knuckles is Great at His Job parody comic. That thing is comedic gold and this panel got a genuine cackle out of me.)

It's really interesting to see the comic run with this premise mere months after the Knuckles TV show premiered on Paramount+, centering around Knuckles training Wade Whipple in the ways of the Echidna warriors over in the movie universe.

The difference is this is good, though.

I know a lot of people were somewhat disappointed to see this Knuckles special dedicate so much of its time to Trip, especially after the Tails and Amy specials both put their titular characters in the spotlight to save the day from some kind of crisis, but I really love everything Trip brings to the table here.

Firstly, her presence gives us some really solid worldbuilding. I feel like, before Frontiers, it'd been entirely too long since we'd gotten a solid "Explore the Mysteries of an Ancient Civlization" story, and I feel like Sonic is often at its best when running with that idea.

When you think about it, that's kind of what Knuckles represents for this series. Stories about him are often the ones that do the most calling back to the lost peoples of old, the ones that really put in the work to establish this world's lore. Sonic 3 & Knuckles gives us the Master Emerald and gives us our first real storyline with the Chaos Emeralds at its center. Sonic Adventure tells the story of Chaos and the Echidna Tribe. Sonic Frontiers has Knuckles discovering the connections between Angel Island and the Starfall Islands, home of the Anicents who first brought the Chaos Emeralds to Earth.

This time, however, we're not strictly dealing with some long-lost society...

This was a delightful surprise to me. When playing through Sonic Superstars, I - like many others - thought the Sungazers were like the Echidnas: A bygone people all but wiped out in some kind of cataclysm, presumably related to the Sungazer Dragon, and that Trip, like Knuckles, was the last of her kind. Here, we learn that there just are other Sungazers around! Their civilization isn't gone at all! I think this is the first time we've gotten to see one of these ancient societies still existing in the modern world, and it's a really nice touch!

I do wish there was some variation in their color schemes, however. All of them using the same brown color palette kinda leaves a very... Ken Penders taste in my mouth. Blech.

Regardless, their designs are very nice and I like them, despite their shared palette.

As much as I like Trip and the Sungazers, the comic thankfully does not solely focus on Trip. Knuckles here does get his due.

The comic does a great job at displaying the juxtaposition between Trip and Knuckles, and how they approach their shared role as Guardians - Trip, who is just starting out in the Guardian gig and has plenty of people to help her learn and support her, and Knuckles, who has been a Guardian his entire life and lives alone on an isolated island with no one to help or teach him. Between this and his shared story with Blaze in the 2023 Annual Special, I really love the way IDW has been taking the opportunity to have Knuckles interact with other Guardians and offer his perspective into the way they approach their duties.

Through this, we also get a nice little peak into Knuckles' heart, and the way he approaches social interaction after being on his own for so long.

We get to see some of the difficulties he's faced understanding others after having to fend for himself for his entire life. In turn, we get to see how he's grown, and gotten genuinely closer to his newfound friends as a result.

We see him look back on the lessons he's learned, and use them to help Trip find her way as best he can. It's kind of beautiful that, between Tails, Amy, and Knuckles, Knux is the one most suited to an action story, and yet he's the one out of the three whose anniversary special centers entirely around him opening up and making a connection with another person.

Of course, Aaron Hammerstrom thoroughly knocks it out of the park with his pencils. The man is a juggernaut. It doesn't matter if he's trying to portray a style reminiscent of Yuji Uekawa or Naoto Ohshima, he absolutely delivers every time. I'm so happy we've gotten to see so much out of him lately.

His art is elevated by the lines of Rik Mack, whom I've been noticing more and more often lately, and the colors of Valentina Pinto, who does a phenomenal job with a comic that almost feels tailor(heh)-made for Reggie Graham. It's awesome to see them getting more opportunities to show their stuff.

All-in-all, I do wish we could get some more intense, action-driven Knuckles stories, but these introspective little bits of worldbuilding are also very nice, as was the opportunity to see Trip expanded as a character after her debut in Superstars. At the end of the day, I'm just glad to see Knuckles' 30th anniversary recognized among the tidal wave of Shadow love happening right now.

I do hope Shadow gets one of these stories himself one day, but it's tough to imagine him getting a dedicated 30th anniversary story when his 30th anniversary would also be the franchise's 40th. We'll see, I guess. In the meantime, we have a Chaotix 30th anniversary special on the horizon!

I'm super curious to see how that'll pan out. Will it be a Classic-era story, ushering the very first reappearance of the Chaotix's Classic designs since their original debut? Or will it be the first of these 30th anniversary specials set in the Modern era? Whatever the case, we're definitely going to be breaking some new ground. Before that, though, Issue 75 drops in about... eight minutes for me. So I'm gonna go get ready for that.

As always, thanks for reading!

[0rainy0muses0]

For @fortyninealiases | Continued from here

    He did, didn't he? Allen had fleeced them all down to their underwear and hadn't felt the least bit sorry about it; not when they'd done the same to Arystar when the man was clearly naive and vulnerable. He was even nice enough to return their belongings instead of leaving them out in the cold. Of course, now he wishes he'd done that instead.

    Before Tyki ripped his arm off and shoved a hand through his chest.

    "Well, I mean..." Allen trails off a bit, smiling. He's cornered the Noah at a small table outside a small shop selling coffee and the like. His friends won't like that he wandered away—but he couldn't leave Tyki alone, not in a crowd of innocent humans. Not when they have so much to discuss.

    "I could always just pop down the street to inform Kanda and Link that you're around." He's swaying from side to side a bit, deck of cards in his hands as he sits down. The jar of Timcanpy's ashes are burning a hole in his pocket and perhaps he's not thinking straight. Perhaps Allen doesn't want to think at all.

    "But instead of the chaos that would bring, let's just have a friendly game of poker."

[goresyard]

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˖　📥　𐔌꒰　　𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 '❔' 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒!　　✶　　answered / still accepting.　　✱

ok we're gonna do this a little differently since we're both multis ..... i can suggest a few pairings and then a few more individual muses. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

•　　PAIRINGS, can be interpreted as romantic, platonic or both!

✦　　joker / akiren ﹠ kudou shinichi / edogawa conan. sherlock holmes meets arsene lupin, their vibes would often times clash, especially with akiren being a bit of a chaos agent and with his affinity for bending the rules a little too much just to get a good response. give 'em some time and i think we've got a pretty good crossover friendship going for us!!

✦　　inuyasha ﹠ sun wukong. i'm officially stating this to every single inuyasha writer because i think they'd be SUPER chaotic and funny to write with. brothers in arms, with wukong being the annoying elder brother LMAONFEUIGFN.

✦　　makoto tachibana ﹠ anyone i have from haikyuu / blue lock tbh, with an addition of sousuke :D every single sports anime are interlinked btw don't tell me otherwise, plus it'd be really interesting for them to meet during the olympics or simply by chance. and, aside from our planned makoharu, soumako is also on the table for us HEHEHEHE.

✦　　amane yugi ﹠ jack frost or danny phantom or rin okumura. being alone during the afterlife is intensely overrated, LET'S HAVE THE SPIRIT LADS BE FRIENDS!!! jack and amane is technically recipe for chaos, ( also, jack is technically an alien, and amane loves space wink wink. ) but danny would find him a handful /affectionately. i think rin would enjoy being around him, that is if he's alright with the son of satan hanging around him.

✦　　saotome ranma ﹠ moon knight, nightwing / robin or kyo sohma. i have NOT watched the anime, so just a heads up HUJBRFEYHR, i saw martial artists and ran with the idea. i think kyo and saotome would make pretty good sparing partners! as with moon knight and nightwing, since these two are legally considered street vigilantes and would make good mentors / elder brother figures for them! ( things can be changed accordingly or whichever suits the canon narrative better. :D )

✦　　howl pendragon ﹠ ashitaka. something about ghibli boys interacting brings me joy ....... i think their opposing personalities could create a pretty funny dynamic. an idea i've got while this duo came to mind is ashitaka potentially searching for howl to help him remove the curse, ( a canon divergent interpretation ofc! )

✦　　luke pearce ﹠ sylus or caleb. listen. please listen and hear me out on this one. private investigator and the leader of a criminal organization, do you hear me screeching at the back of my cage. for caleb, im thinking fast banter, small smiles, and the kind of deep trust that sneaks up on both of them.

✦　　moon system ﹠ spider—man, deadpool or daredevil. im completely fine with either mcu interactions or comic interpretations of them! ( moonspider in the comics would be really cute tbh its a guilty ship. )

✦　　rooster ﹠ hangman. CLENCHING THE TABLE. i only recently watched top gun maverick but damn these two bitches fucking gay as hell i need them in my life.

✦　　lee yeon / rang ﹠ kim shin. goblin and the grim reaper in a completely different timeline, their beef will transcend multiversal laws ....... i haven't watched tale of the nine tailed but trust that i will lock in eventually.

✦　　kiara ﹠ kovu. very self���explanatory, one of the couples of all time.

•　　INDIVIDUAL MUSES.

⟡　　simba, the lion king.

⟡　　karma akabane, assassination classroom.

⟡　　ritsuka uenoyama, given.

⟡　　daisuke kanbe, balance: unlimited.

⟡　　loid forger, spyxfamily.

⟡　　all might, boku no hero academia.

⟡　　rody soul, boku no hero academia.

⟡　　prince naveen, princess and the frog.

⟡　　marshall lee—abadeer, adventure time.

⟡　　kenji sato / ultraman, ultraman: rising.

⟡　　merlin ambrosius, red shoes.

⟡　　capitano, genshin impact.

⟡　　al haitham, genshin impact.

⟡　　aventurine, star rail.

⟡　　blade, star rail.

[johnslittlespoon]

ok alternatively what about sub curt with more dom buck and bucky. i feel like curt would not egg on a spanking the way bucky would, or directly do things to push them to that point because i feel like curt would feel a lot of more embarrassed about being in that position. but, of course that’s why buck and bucky do it on days he’s reallyyy misbehaved because they know the humiliation and the sting is the perfect punishment. curt definitely blushes and get flustered when they bring it up but oh well

also! do u have any thoughts on how this would work with two spankers and one spankee 😇😇

YOU'RE TALKIN' MY LANGUAGE. i love these switchy boys but nothing hits quite like sub!curt and dom!buck(y) lol, it feels like a crime to have a short pretty man not be wrecked by two tall hot men.

i agree, i'm not sure what he would do to egg it on because even though he's definitely a little chaos agent along with john, i feel like he's not the type to purposefully get his boys mad at him outside of in a playful, bratty way. maybe on very rare occasions does he actually act up enough to get them pissed off, but he learns his lesson a lot faster than john does, and it sticks in his mind for a lot longer too.

maybe he gets a little ahead of himself at the pub, a little too touchy, bordering risky with all the people around that might start asking questions if they see curt being so openly affectionate with john and gale. they tell him off, but it only leads to wandering hands under the table, drunk and worked up, trying to feel them up until john and gale snap and get him back to the barracks to deal with him.

it would catch him so off guard to be given the treatment that's usually reserved for john, he'd go quiet so fast, much quicker to fall into that obedient, foggy state than john does. i was trying to think on the two spankers, one spankee (lol) thing too, and a lovely little vision graced my mind of gale laying down with his legs hanging off the bed, curt bent over the edge of the bed with his head in gale's lap while john stands behind him and spanks him and roughs him up.

bonus if he's choking his way through a messy blowjob while he's spanked, the moans and gasps around gale's cock getting him worked up, hands tangling in his hair while curt digs his hands into his thighs, jolting forward with each hit until john decides he's had enough. and then john presses up against his ass, curt whining at the sting of his belt against the red skin, but he melts as john flattens himself against his back, kissing between his shoulder blades, telling him how well he's done, how pretty he looks bent over sucking gale off.

and they'd absolutely bring it up the next morning to watch curt flush all pretty, landing playful swats on his ass as they go about their day just for the thrill they get at the way he jumps and gasps sharply, still sore from the night before. <3

[macchiatosdumptruck]

(More on the domestic shenanigans side but...) In the A/B/O universe where Daniel has kids with each of the Cobras, how were you imagining their gaggle of children? Robby, Sam, and Anthony are givens, but for the remaining 2 (or more), do you think any other canon characters would fit there or would OCs work better for them? Personally I think it would be really funny for Demetri to be one, since he and Sam and Robby already had that sibling-like friendship dynamic in S2. Also the idea of the Cobras, peak 80s movie bullies, having to parent their nerd children (I remember you Science Camp!Sam...) makes me laugh. Make Johnny Lawrence have to help with algebra homework. I didn't imagine Eli as one though, mostly because I find it more interesting for him to grow up overhearing rumors about his classmates and their "unconventional" parental set up. The other adults make it seem like they live in a den of sin* and all the kids are feral backyard children who have to fend for themselves. How else could it possibly be when there was that straight decade of Daniel constantly being pregnant? But then Demetri asks him to come over and play Minecraft and their house is just like, aggressively normal. It's just that there's always at least 2 parents at home at any given time.

(*The rumors and background whispering would be like the dick billboard weirdness, except spread out for basically all of the kids' school lives and also correctly identified as sexual harassment, whoops. I'd imagine Daniel wouldn't be thrilled if his kids got into fights trying to protect his "honor," especially since I don't think the Cobras would have the same view either. They'd say "nice" behind Daniel's back and take the kid out for ice cream.)

Oh, I haven't thought of that verse in a while. What a pleasant blast from the past.

I know people usually headcanon Robby as Daniel and Johnny's kid, and I do see why, but do to my faceapp adventures I honestly see him more as Daniel's child with Kreese. But for the sake of the universe it fits that he's the first born.

Sam is Jimmy's baby, and Anthony is Dutches', since they are the only two cobras with dark hair.

For the rest of them I honestly think I envisioned oc's, but I hadn't put that much thought into it.

I usually headcanon Dimitri as Terry and Daniel's child because he's tall, smart, and has dark hair. (While also being skinny and charmingly goofy like Daniel.)

I could see him in this universe as more of one of their school friends who comes over often and serves as a straight man to the rest of their sitcom shenanigans.

I envision Daniel making some sort of quip once though, in the midst of all the chaos, and Dimitri is running around trying to be helpful, bless his heart , Daniel off handedly says "and that's why you're my favorite kid."

(the joke obviously being that he's around so much they practically share custody of him with his bio parents. )

Unfortunately Robby is always the sensitive one, and takes it to heart juuuuust a little bit and Daniel has to sit him down and explain.

'it was just a joke sweetheart, yes I know, it wasn't very funny. No, I'm not mad. I love you so much, never forget that "

Bless his heart, johnny is not good at helping with homework. He's better at doing things like setting up swing sets.

Tommy is a stay at home alpha, and does a lot of the day to day upkeep. I imagine Bobby helps a lot with the homework because he strikes me as studious, having gone to seminary school and all.

It does definitely confuse people, their set up. Because alphas are considered so territorial. Some people don't even understand how they could share. But for them the more the merrier and it is a lot of work raising all of their kids, but that's the good thing about having so many parents around, it does take a village after all.

They very much are not hands off parents, they all bring something different to the table.

Omg. Daniel, the milf. He's an enigma amongst the omega community. So many people secretly wish to be him. Or to live vicariously through him. While also confirming him for his "lifestyle."

People are confused as to how he even managed to juggle so many alphas. They expect he must do not much else than kay around with his legs open. Which is false, but, once the pups are grown they do know better than to walk into a room without knocking.

Also, Daniel likes to watch as the alphas play with each other.

Other omegas definitely talk trash bout them, and their alpha children take offense. Daniel doesn't like when they haul off and deck someone over it. Deep down he is secretly just a little please, because he is a hot head after all, but he makes sure to get the point across that violence is only a tool used by fools and cowards.

But yeah. Johnny and Dutch definitely high five them for it. It's probably Sam.

[umbralsound-xiv]

Bargain.

I'd thought to gather some things for Vex during my return to the company house, since i had intended to visit Sayuri anyway. What to bring a woman who finds as much wonder in rolanberries as i do? ...A little of everything, i thought. Some fruits, some bread. Dessert...?

A small basket settles on the table, various fruits and breads sticking out at odd angles from the side, cradled in cloth. Deliberating quietly over the tower of desserts, Bexy plucks a small selection of sweets from the pile, intending them for her basket; but not before stealing a rolanberry from the top of a tart…

White Rabbit had eased herself up the stairs, taking each step in a slow, steady manner until she reached the top where she stood. Staring. Watching the woman de-berry the tart, her lips pulled into a small smirk under a narrowed gaze that held said woman. Unmoving. "Tsk— /and/ a thief?" What a way to greet someone. "You should take the other ones too. It'll look funny if you don't."

Bexy Amalaryssia's head snaps around over her shoulder at White's voice, icy eyes narrowing accusatorily to the woman when she'd settled in her view. "White." Bexy greets, matter-of-factly. She sinks the berry between her teeth. "Oh please. I was going to eat it anyway." She doesn't ask what brings her here; part of her already knows. Her head simply inclines.

...I hadn't expected to see her so soon, much less her march into the company house to find me. ...I know why she's here. I know what she wants.

White Rabbit's smirk parted into a toothy smile. "Bexy." she returned the woman's greeting with another. "What flavor is it?" She didn't move, staying close to the stair's railing. "Is it rolanberry?" Because thats what was on top of it. She lifted up onto her toes, trying to get a better look from where she stood. "It looks good."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Of course. I wager you know me well enough for that." Bexy's tail sweeps across the back of her heel, as she continues to stare. "What brings you here, White? Looking for me?"

White Rabbit caught the movement of her tail in the edge of her gaze. It stayed on her face. "Do I?" she asked, not caring if she got an anwser or not. Sometimes she liked to say things just to see what they'd say. Or do. Either was fun, but she wasn't here for fun. Not /this/ time. "I want you to guess~ You /must/ have an idea. At least one." Okay, maybe a little fun.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I'm not stupid, White." Bexy sets aside the basket, and begins to close the gap with heeled steps. "The coin. You want your coin. Is that it?"

White Rabbit commented back, "Not always." She didn't move, watching her approach, her back stayed facing the stairs. "The coin /and/? There's an and in there. You /do/ remember. Don't you?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Somnus. You can get that with your own dirty hands." Frost already begins to line the tiled floor. "You were in no position to bargain. You still aren't." Her head tilts, as she takes another step closer, sharper and more sudden. "How's the hand, hm?"

Each of her words feels like a thinly veiled threat. Gods, i dread to think all she knows about me. The chaos she could cause. ...It would be easier to kill her, perhaps...

White Rabbit took a step back as Bexy took her step forward. "But. I /am/." She was also stubborn. As the question about her hand filled her horns she slowly lifted it. The two middle fingers curled a little different than they used to, but she could straighten them out. She did just that, slowly, showing off a scar that ran virtical in the middle of her palm. It looked pretty good considering, obviously healed by someone. In time it'd fade even more. "I told you I'm lucky."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "How lucky?" Bexy asks, darkly. Each step that brought her closer, gently tossing the hair that hung in deep waves at her waist. "Lucky enough to walk into my home and antagonise me?" Her question is asked when her feet come to a stop again, the chill in the air easily felt, now.

White Rabbit steps back again, and again, down the stairs. "Yes!" She smiled. It didn't last, lowering soon after into almost a line. Almost. The corners still curled some. "I /did/ say coin. /And/ somnus. You can't get that? Not even a little? You must /know/ people."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I do. But i don't think you'd agree with my methods to get the amount you require. Coin, though… I have plenty." Her head tilts, then. "…What makes you think i owe you? You're lucky enough to draw breath. The rest that crossed me didn't."

White Rabbit quipped back, shoving her words between hers, "Did I say it had to be all at once? I didn't. A little somethin' now shouldn't be /too/ hard. For /you/." Lifting back up onto her toes, she lowered, then lifted again, before lowering once more. "That was part of the payment. I told you. You spared me. The coin— think of it as an investment. Into an— what is it again?" She knew. "An asset. You and yours /like/ assets. It makes things /so/ much easier. The less you have. The harder things are. For you. And yours."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I'm not getting you your damn somnus, White." Ice snaked across the floor, slithering across the marble and starting down the steps. "Me and mine. You know much -about- me, but you know nothing -of- me. You've got your hands and horns in enough places. You know what i've done." One singular, wide step brings her to the edge of the staircase. "What makes you think it will be any different with you?"

...She knows. She knows what i'm capable of, and still she taunts me. Doesn't she learn? Or does she simply not care? If she is afraid of me, she hides it well.

White Rabbit let out a soft sigh through her nose. Well, she tried. Making note of the ice that crept her way she moved further down the steps. "I do. And here—! I stand." She spread out her arms in a wide sweeping motion. "In front of /you/." Her foot landed on the landing, a great place for it to be, the other joining soon after. "Alive. And not rottin' on the floor."

Perhaps she simply needs a reminder.

Bexy Amalaryssia's calm expression lingers for a little longer. Before her eyes lid, and painted lips curl into a frown where malice lives in the smiling edges. The ice, which had been slow in it's descent down the stairs suddenly covers the steps in a thick swathe, a loud crackle as it took the wood underfoot. Bexy skids down the length of the staircase in a moment, a hand shoved firmly into White's shoulder to pin her against the wall. "Not -yet-." Bexy retorts, a growl rolling in the pit of her throat, as a slender dagger forms between her free fingertips…

White Rabbit blinked, eyes wide at the suddeness of holy shit that ice was /quick/. She tried to step out of the way, somewhere only to— nope her back was quickly getting intimate with the wall. "Fu— Bexy! /Again/. Really?" She strained against her grip, pushing her head closer to Bexy's as she asked, "Should I give you my /other/ hand? Make them match." She was tempted to lift her untouched hand. She didn't. Before the icy woman could reply she lazily let her head fall back against the wall, staring at her. "It wouldn't be /that/ bad. I'd get to see a pretty face before I go. You can't get /too/ much better than that. The pain I'd want to swap for somethin' else. That /really/ hurt, you know."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Your blood wouldn't be the first to be scrubbed from these boards. I could do it. So easily, i could slit your throat and be done with it, but what worth would that be, asides buying your silence without the trade of a single bottle of somnus or shiny gil-coin, hm? No. You're full of secrets, and not just mine." The blade hovers an ilm from the side of her neck; almost enough to kiss the pale skin beneath if she swallowed particularly hard. "I could pry them out of you, one by one. You're in no position to bargain, White." She parts her painted lips, icy gaze meeting with her own. "Do you know why you're alive?"

White Rabbit smiled that awfully smuggy look she often held much to others dismay. Slowly, carefully she reached up, gliding her fingers around the blade held hand, loosly holding onto it. "Because I'm pretty? I have to say, Bexy. I think this is a /great/ position."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I've killed those fair and foul. You live long enough to grow old and wrinkled, or die a marred corpse. We're all ugly in the end, White. You'll be no different." The dagger in Bexy's hand groans, intending to change shape; it would curl around White's fingers if she didn't move them. "You're alive because you're useful. That's it. That's all."

I wouldn't kill her. Well, not here, at least. Though the company might have questions and oppositions, they perhaps wouldn't stop me. This woman... Is infuriating... ...And useful.

White Rabbit /did/ move her fingers up Bexy's arm. She was curious to see how far the ice could move. Which ways. "I am. In /many/ ways." How many? She knew. She figured Bexy had a few ideas too. "Are you /really/ goin' to get this pretty house all dirty with /my/ blood? Over a little chat? A talk. It's just a back and forth." Giving a small smile she added, "Like you said. I'm useful."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You are." The peek of blue flesh is given at the edge of Bexy's elbow, where the fabric of her gloves parted to give way for skin. Her ice responds in kind; it was clear the kind of control she had over it, as it snaked and shifted with a glass-like chime. "But you're also dangerous. I just have to decide which of those fits you the most…"

White Rabbit's hand remained a little longer. A tiny bit more. Just a couple more tick's of a clock before she dropped it to her side. "/I/ bet you're more. Dangerous." Was some round about, humble-ish way to say she understood that she, herself was too. "Come on, Bexy. We /both/ know you have the upper hand here. You /could/ pry them out. One by one. You said that! I heard it." She paused. "Wouldn't a partnership be. Better? Smoother. For /everyone/. You said you're not /stupid/."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Is that what it would be? A partnership?" She doesn't release her. Not yet. "I ply you with coin, and you trade me secrets. And you pick whatever god you pray to and be thankful i don't peel you like an apple." The ice at her arm falls away into powder, as does the blade at her hand. "Red isn't your colour, anyway." White is released from Bexy's grasp, but not from her gaze, staring.

White Rabbit: "Coin. Items. Secrets work too~ You have /choices/, Bexy." She let out a small chuckle, her once soft smile curled into that smirk it held not /too/ long ago. "Not a peach? I like peaches. Not the gods. They wish I'd pray to them." The moment she was freed she slipped away, stepping off to the side, giving a little bow. "It isn't! Could you imagine? /Me/ wearing red? I've put on a red dress before. I look so silly. So /very/ rediculious. So funny! It doesn't match my hair."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I will give you the coin i think you deserve for the secrets you gave me. Somnus you can find yourself. And not a peach, no." There's a tug of a wickedness in the turn of her lips. "Apples make a far better sound when cut into." Aside from turning her head, she doesn't move an ilm; the ice at the staircase already beginning to thaw, though more slowly the closer it was to her feat.

...The coin i think she deserves. White is a danger while she lives. She knows too much, too many people, and i dread to think how many lives she could ruin by filling the wrong ears with the right information. Killing her would be easy. ...But i owe her, in some way. I don't think she deserves to die, even if it might put me at ease if she perished. ...She has information, and the information she doesn't have, she can get. And the information she gave me... Had i done anything differently, perhaps Eir and Sayuri would not yet live. Perhaps... They would still be in his clutches. ...The coin i think she deserves. There is no price for the lives of my friends. Coin is just a tool, and there are far more valuable things. But she doesn't need to know that.

White Rabbit took another step away, feeling the boards under her foot, making sure she wasn't about to slip onto her arse before putting her weight onto it. "Do they? I'll have to take a little /listen/ next time I have one." That gave her an idea. "I'll pick one up on my way back. Can get myself a /fresh/ one." Circling back to the topic of coin, she asked, "When. Do I get it? The coin you /owe/ me. I did give you /really/ nice secrets— I know. I know! No somnus." She waved a dismissive hand.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I'll bring it to you soon. To your apartment. I'll ensure it arrives safely; wouldn't want anyone to find you on your way home and decide to take it for themselves, hm?" Her head tilts at that, considering. "No. It will take me a little to gather the requisite funds, but you will have them."

White Rabbit listened. That sounded acceptable, even if it didn't the woman was right, she wasn't in the posistion to do much of anything. She made her offers, it seemed to be accepted? Seeing she wasn't on the floor in the pool of her own blood. She tilted her head too. "Do you. Have a pearl? I could have. If we're goin' to be. /Helpin'/. Eachother out. It'd be easier than playin' hide-n-seek."

Bexy Amalaryssia slips her hand into a pocket. Fingers pry, rolling the small linkpearl between her forefingers once it had been freed from the pouch. After some hesitation, a pale blue linkpearl is offered to White; set in the palm of her hand if she'd reach out to take it. The quiet seems to hang, then, as Bexy finally moves her gaze away to the door. It's quiet for a little longer before she decides to speak. "…I got them home, by the way. Both of them."

White Rabbit flipped her hand out, palm up to take the linkpearl that would cover part of the scar. Her fingers curled around it, the middle two lagging a little behind as she let her arm swing down beside her. "Both?" she repeated, lifting a curious brow. The other followed close behind. "In one piece?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Enough pieces to put back together. They can walk. I've seen them smile, and it's good enough for me. They'll marry soon." Bexy gives a softer smile, then… But it's fleeting. "…But i don't think it will be over. Not properly, for some time. I hope you've nothing against me picking off slavers."

White Rabbit felt a hint of relief in that selfish way. The kind where wouldn't have to go searching around to find someone else to make more ginger cookies. They were /good/ ginger cookies. She knew, she tasted them. The others who took a bite said so too. Not that Bexy would know. That was one secrete she'd keep under several locks, keys, and six fulms of dirt. At the mention of marriage her still smiling features found themselves sharing her face with some boredom. "No. Not /one/ bit." White Rabbit paused a moment pondering, thinking, wondering if she should talk or keep her mouth shut. "I know people. Who want to /help/." By help she meant vengances which in its own way was helping. "I don't think you'd mind /that/."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "If it inconveniences them, i won't oppose it. I still have bones to pick, and i am -so- good at picking them." She finally turns, halfway between White, and the upper staircase. "I assume you'll keep doing what you do. Do let me know if you hear something interesting, hm?"

White Rabbit side stepped, crossing over her feet towards the stairs that lead to the entrance. "Yes. I /know/ you are. Save it for the slavers, won't you?" Coming to a stop at the top step, she smiled. "I will be." Of course she wasn't going to leave on just that, asking, "Before I go. I head off. I leave for that pretty jewel. How about you tell /me/ somethin' interestin'. To tell them. About the slavers. That'd help you out, less work means more time to take care of your /friends/."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "And will you be paying me for my information, with a purseful of shiny coins?" Bexy lofts her brows, allowing her words to hang there for a moment… Before she grins. "We have one of theirs in our hands; amicably, i might add. She's telling us as much as she can, more than a decade of information. If i learn something that might be useful… I'll be sure to let you know, so long as the same is repaid in kind…"

White Rabbit let out a chuckle between that smirk of hers. "Well. Wellwellwellwellwell! Am-i-cably? You don't hear /that/ too often. Not really." The mention of payment brough her to make a coment on it, stating, "I'll give you information for the information. Thats what you want from me. Isn't it? /I/ think its a fair trade. A good one. No, a great one." As she stepped on down the stairs, sideway to keep Bexy in her gaze she lifted her good hand, wiggling a little fingery farewell wave. "I'll see you. Soon. /And/ the coin."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You will." Bexy affirms, and the tension leaves her frame with White's departure, exhaling a sigh. Only when she has left through the door and some moments pass, does Bexy once against ascend the stairs to reclaim the basket.

...I'll bring it to her directly. See how she likes it, when i suddenly show up at her home, unnanounced. ...She is a frustrating woman, this much is true. And a dangerous one. But twice as useful as both of those things, and i would much rather have her as an ally, than an enemy... ...With just a healthy dose of fear, for good measure.

[absensia-archived]

A PARTY OF BODIES SAT AT THE LONG KITCHEN TABLE. SOME STARED UP AT THE CEILING AS IF IN IMPATIENT EXASPERATION. OTHERS APPEARED TO DOZE. THIS HADN'T BEEN THEIR DOING. THEY'D ONLY THE BAD LUCK TO ARRIVE AT THE FÊTE AN HOUR OR SO TOO LATE. DON'T FORGET YOUR GIFT BAGS, YOUR PARTY FAVOURS! A MESS TO MAKE SENSE OF AND IMMINENT POLICE SIRENS IN THREE, TWO, ONE...

Charlotte sat atop the marble kitchen countertop on one of the few spots that did not have blood spatter speckled across the monochromatic surface. She made sure not to move about too much as she spread the government papers she'd rustled up from one of the bedside table drawers upstairs. Birth certificates, insurance documents, health records, all splayed open across her lap and balanced on her outstretched legs. Her legs only just long enough to reach the edge of the heavy oak table where the corpses sat, STILL OOZING. From what she could tell from the papers, none of the people before them matched the papers in her hands. None of them were who the two of them were expecting to be in this house.

@8flesh / MAKING SENSE OF IT ALL TAKES A WHOLE LOTTA CONCENTRATION.

Tricks and falsities abound, the vessel's head hummed with the activity of pulsating logical circuits. Mistaken identities was a common riddle to this agent of chaos; she, an enigma of the same kind. But this was a different BEAST altogether. One which had not yet swallowed the two of them whole, but instead, still hunted them. Their scent ( a singular albeit maddening blend, she was sure ) on its nose, tongue, mind, or wherever it was these sort of creature contained their bloodlust. The bandits had traced a possible lead on clearing their muddied names to this address. A lawyer and a doctor, and it was odd how often these two often came together, and their two adult children. They'd been witnesses to the man whose scent still remained invisible.

And now, it seemed they were invisible themselves. Charlotte looked up from the papers at the sound of his voice. Here, another curious case: THE CASE OF HER ODD PARTNER. He was turned away from her, standing amidst the scene of the crime with what she was sure was something of a dumbfounded expression. It was a brief and subtle motion, but she did flicker her gaze up - down, observing her partner - in - fiasco with a cool irony. Amused, was the way her lips quirked, then.

Yes, she thought to herself. It sure does, and you just broke mine. He spoke his piece as if he were proposing the idea rather than taking it up himself. As if he were bringing it to her attention that one of them was going to have make sense of all this, that one of them should focus and apply "a whole lotta concentration" to figure this out before the police came and the crime scene would be lost forever. One of them. Not him, though. But that was fine. More than fine, actually. Charlotte didn't mind one bit if it meant that she'd still have him to run with. She looked back down at her papers and smiled at the bolded word peeking out from one corner of a file.

INSURANCE.

" I KNOW, " she groaned, dragging the latter word out as if she, too, were quite exhausted at the prospect of having to apply herself to the daunting problem at hand. " But we'd better think quick. I think I can already hear the sirens. Right? Those are definitely sirens. They're probably blowing every red light to get here. Just look at all the bullet casings. Must've sounded like a goddamn fireworks show had malfunctioned inside this house. "

[alicerozen]

Kouen takes the seat Anatasia indicated to him, leaning back into it. Terrifying thought that a woman like Alice pretty much killed a god, never mind the implication that each dragon themself is probably worth several Djinn users. Depending on how many dragons they had, conquest would have been on the table for them had the shift not messed with some of their fundamentals, and caused widespread damage.

The best way to tell if a dragon could enter a Dungeon was to simply attempt it, but he'd have to bring along someone who could get a metal vessel so they could clear it and leave and doing that isn't an easy task - both in the sense of finding someone they'll accept and clearing it. Kouen would largely be there just to keep them alive, as if he solved the dungeon for them it wouldn't matter even if he found someone they'd be okay with.

Tapping his fingers on the table, he looks over the map again. It's hard to get an idea for proper scaling, given he arrived via the port and pretty much came right to the castle, but the map showed that each town was very tight together in size. This at least meant that aside from some ideal flat areas with open space around them, dungeons wouldn't be appearing in the middle of towns. This is going to take some planning.

"Well, we can worry about the Daedric in their entirety if or when, hopefully it stays as an 'if', they return. So long as Alice has control of the dragons, as I assume they follow her lead if for no other reason than she killed their previous leader of sorts, we can probably minimize worrying about that. Just stick dumb ones with smart ones for the time being, no dragon goes near an unfamiliar structure alone."

This might be all for naught, as the Dungeons might still work on their old summoning system, and he sure hoped so, but there's too many unknowns for him to just handwave it. Letting out a sigh, he turns his head back to Anatasia.

"Hopefully with all this info, they realize panicking won't help and instead listen to my general directions on how we'll deal with this."

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Even with the changes, once grown used to it the dragon could still easily add in conquest. Even just the fear of dragons being around could help in some areas, though thats all for a much later date. Anatasia sat in her own seat and nodded. "Yes, that is true. Thankfully there isn't a lot of...Dumb ones, though restless is a better word, it seems like Alice has probably send most of those to guard the towns and cities. So that risk is low for now, though the other worry is them becoming bored and leaving Skyrim. Though they can hide, it won't take long before they are seen." She said with a sigh. "Though that is another worry for a later date."

Anatasia smiled and chuckled at a little at his words, honestly she could only hope that would be the case. It wasn't long until the others started to show up, a few of the different races came and heads. A cat like person, elves and other humans. Honestly was going okay for the most part, no one really seemed sure of what to think of Kouen or the news but they didn't have much choice in it. Then all chaos broke loose at a suggestion from the high elves.

"Are you really saying to kill the high king?!" One of the man, who was introduced as one of the acting heads for the other races who couldn't be there. One of the high elves, Valmir rolled his eyes. "No, what I said was that we shouldn't waste needed powers or resources on. What is probably already a dead person." He explained as Anatasia narrowed her eyes. "His wound is closed and he already seemed to be in a better state." She said and he huffed. "Just because it closed, doesn't mean anything. Did this 'healing' restore his lost blood? Or how are we sure he went go into shock at this new magic?" He questioned Kouen with a raised eyebrow.

[Continuation from here]

Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

"If you have any questions you'd like to ask before I address the public, please do. It'd give me ideas of things I might need to address specifically."

[steventhusiast]

@steddie-week day 5: established relationship

<- day four

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"you think we're gonna get outta this anytime soon?"

steve looks over from where he’s helplessly watching the kids of the party bring all of their movie night supplies into his living room to see eddie looking at him with a somewhat desperate expression on his face.

before the kids arrived, they'd been having a date night. they'd already eaten dinner, and steve was just about to put his hand down eddie's pants to get to work on dessert when dustin literally threw open the door to his parents' house. so.

sure, he and eddie had practically jumped to opposite sides of the couch immediately at the kids' entry, but still. close call to traumatising the kids, and wouldn't that be a way for them to find out about them.

"something's telling me no, eds." he sighs, and leans back into the couch.

the kids don't even know about their relationship, so he can't be too mad at them for crashing his hot date.

"steve! come on man i wanna watch the goonies!" dustin whines from where he's dumping a backpack's load of snacks onto the coffee table.

steve's not really sure what he's supposed to be helping the kids with. they hadn't offered much of an explanation when they came barrelling in, except for a lot of talking over each other about how they have to watch the goonies at steve's because steve's the only one with a decent tv. it's steve's fault for forgetting to lock the front door, he guesses.

"steve!" dustin complains again, and steve decides maybe he can be a little pissed at the kids for unknowingly interrupting.

"henderson, do you ever think about how i too have my own life and plans so you can't just barge in here whenever and take over my tv?" he asks, letting his head drop onto the back of the couch to look at the ceiling in dismay.

he had been so close to such a good night with eddie. like, one handcuff-themed belt away.

"clearly you don't have a life, steve, because it's a saturday night and you're here with eddie instead of out on a date like you would've been six months ago." max retorts easily, and steve whips around to glare at her.

"you wound me, red. why is hanging out with me such a low point to you?" eddie gasps from the other side of the couch, one hand dramatically clutching at his chest. max rolls her eyes at the display, and steve lets a little grin take over his face.

oh, he can have a little fun here.

he and eddie have been talking about telling the kids soon. they're a good group, and seeing the world almost end four times really puts things into perspective when it comes to primitive controversies like sexuality, so they both know they'll be safe.

before tonight, the plan had been to tell them in a few weeks at the next byers-hopper gathering, because if steve's being completely honest with himself.. sneaking around and giggling to themselves as they make out in a bathroom, or a garage, or on someone's back porch, is fun.

before he speaks, he makes eye contact with eddie across the couch, and raises one eyebrow. he doesn't think eddie quite gets what he's about to do, but steve knows he'll be okay with it.

"who's to say i wasn't on a hot date before you guys barged in?" he crosses his arms over his chest to accentuate his words, and the kids all pause their chaos for a second to look over at him with incredulous expressions.

eddie's expression, meanwhile, has morphed from a confused frown to a slightly wide eyed grin. the manic look in his eyes as he watches the kids in glee tells steve enough about eddie being okay with what he's about to do.

"you really made eddie third wheel one of your dates?" dustin asks like the oblivious idiot he is.

steve levels dustin with a very unimpressed look, and pointedly shuffles across the couch until he's next to eddie again.

"i wouldn't say i was third wheeling, would you big boy?" eddie asks with a smile, and steve glances around the room at the still paused kids to see them all processing his words.

eventually, they all kind of shrug and nod to themselves, as if that makes sense after some retrospection.

"well, now i feel bad." lucas says after a couple seconds.

"i don't. shitheads did this to themselves." dustin grumbles, and reaches forward to the snack-filled coffee table to grab a candy bar.

"so what were you doing on your date before we interrupted? you were literally sitting on opposite sides of the couch." max asks, eyes narrowed at the two.

"do you really want the answer to that." steve doesn't even say it like it's a question. max's face immediately scrunches up in disgust.

"you guys are gross!" mike finally pipes up at that, and steve's heart drops a bit for a second before he sees him with his eyes screwed shut, and then mike continues to explain "it's like visualising my parents- UGH!"

"maybe we should go." lucas offers, and all the kids but dustin are quick to agree.

"but- my snacks!" he whines, but lucas just grabs dustin's arm in one hand and his backpack in the other.

"our snacks now, henderson. that's the payment for ruining our date night." eddie declares, and dustin narrows his eyes at the pair but lets himself get dragged out of the house.

"bye eddie! bye steve!" the kids all yell as they leave steve's house again.

steve and eddie stay where they are, thighs pressed together as they sit on the couch, for a few seconds. eventually, eddie throws a glance over his shoulder at the window.

"do you think they actually left, or are we about to traumatise them?" he asks, voice casual even as his eyes flicker down to steve's lips.

steve grins at him, and holds eddie's chin in one hand, lets the other settle on his thigh.

"that is up to them." he says softly, and then leans in.

they end up giggling through their kiss as they hear a group of shrieks from somewhere outside steve's window.

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-> day six

[dewdrop-writes]

I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D WRITE SOMETHING OUT OF IT??? (this is celestia's envoy anon)

wow. i feel,,, man, i don't even know what to feel! your writing is splendid, as always, but to have other people discussing about it too?? makes me feel kinda giddy inside.

would anyone mind if i add a lil something??

i suppose whether the Creator or their followers would trigger a cataclysm would depend on how manipulative the envoy decides to be, because i can definitely see a scenario where the envoy begins to understand their own feelings, maybe even reciprocating Creator's own, and decides to flaunt it:

imagine the Creator attending meetings with all the significant individuals, e.g. the Knights, the Liyue Qixing, the Fatui Harbingers, hell even the Seven.

the envoy, not caring about Teyvat's politics and whatnot, is bored out of their minds, so they decide to taunt and bother other people during such meetings, but when one of the other person goes to scold or even harm them, a glare sent by the Creator has them shrinking in their seat.

thinking about the envoy using Celestia's magic to make moustaches and/or beards, walking around the table and making loud tapping noises with their feet— everyone is just about ready to murder them, but they can't, and they won't—not when they had the favour of Teyvat's most beloved.

omg yesssss i love the envoy!!!!

I can definitely picture them starting to see themselves as above any other followers of the Creator, especially given that the Genshin lore hints at Celestial gods are considered above anyone who may ascend to Celestia.

They might even don their more celestial visage - with the whole astral theme of Celestia, I'm picturing them being surrounded by stars or having a cape with stars upon it - basically shimmering.

Of course their antics would frustrate the Creator's acolytes to no end - the chaos that would ensue once they realize the envoy has gained their god's favor?

The envoy, only ever calling the creator by their 'appropriate' titles in a teasing manner, and usually opting to be on a first-name bases - something even the ones closest to the Creator would not even begin to imagine doing. It amuses both the envoy and Creator, seeing the shocked faces of the followers as the envoy casually drapes themselves over the Creator and calls them by some silly nickname?

And about the meetings!! God, I can imagine the envoy specifically getting a pair of shoes with heels/soles that make as much noise as possible. They take every step with precision as they interrupt people with a sudden step towards them/the Creator. Even the most patient of followers would have a hard time restraining themselves from choking the envoy out as they easily steal the attention of the Creator and whatever Important Political Point they had goes ignored.

But how could they hurt the one clearly most favored by the creator? Especially when they're practically glowing with the divine energy of the Creator from spending so much time in their presence?

How could they bring harm upon them when the one they have sworn their lives and souls to would fiercely protect them with the might of all of Teyvat? And the Creator, for once, actually looks happy and relaxed in the envoy's presence...

Picture the envoy casually pushing any documents off the table from in front of one of the archons during a meeting (much like a smug cat) and taking a seat there, and all the Creator does is laugh, further spurring on their antics. They'd be a bit of a bully towards the others - but the acolytes will have to simply bear it with strained smiles. (Until they find a way to make them lose your favor, that is.)

[abbyheilman]

"I'll have you bring me home if that changes." There was no promises she could make about how she'd feel if things were to turn south but she couldn't imagine that something bad would come to light that she would have to drive herself home with his truck. They must have gone through the worst of it already. "Where are you going to sleep if you sleep here? On the bench or inside the garage? It's not a place to sleep." The truck bed wasn't half as bad but she would have taken that so that alone was reason enough not to leave him here, especially when he had a dog at home waiting for his return. She shook his head to signal that there was no way it would get to the point where she would need to run off. The blonde was having fun which wasn't surprising because it was something that they used to have all the time when they were younger and doing stupid things. They'd started off as best friends, causing innocent chaos around town before that had turned into more. She'd fallen hard for him and found herself feeling glimpses of what she'd felt when they were together in the past, though she did her best to remain centered and not let that effect her too much. Just because he was handsome and putting in the effort didn't mean that she had to fall into his open arms and pretend everything was okay. They'd need to learn about each other and even see if it was plausible to find some friendship first and foremost. In truth, Abby hadn't even processed whether she was okay with his involvement with the club or not and how that would fit into their lives now. Even if she was connected with the club more than ever given she worked at the raven, it was something entirely different to be involved with a member. "I don't think many trees could hold all of you and you're practically a tree yourself." He wasn't small by any means so building anything on one tree sounded like it wouldn't do much to support him. The blonde looked at the gun as she placed it on the nearby table. "I couldn't ruin that pretty face of yours, plus we both lose so I guess there might be a second date and a box on the table." They'd decided at the end of the date if they wanted to do this again because he also had a say in whether he'd want to see her. It wasn't all on her. She nodded her head and followed him as she peered down at the small cut that wasn't bleeding as much. "It's not going to bleed for long, just get it clean and I think that's all that's needed." The blonde followed and looked around now that she wasn't running trying to find a hiding spot or where he was hiding. "I should have intentionally rolled an ankle if it was going to get me a piggy back ride around this place." Abby teased but she ultimately nodded her head. "Both feet are working well."

"Well, if that changes just let me know okay? I was serious about lending you my truck. I might just be tempted to sleep here tonight so I would steal one of those blankets but that's it." A soft smile was presented. He would be tempted but he also knew he had to get back to Fang sometime. Though, the dog should be fine for the most part at least in the extent of how long he assumed this date would last. He had taken him on a long walk before she showed up and of course fed his big ass. But the calmness between the pair was much more preferred, the anger and jealousy was like a poison. Even if he knew it was well deserved least on her end. All her emotions were valid. He was going to say another comment, something about wishing he could lend her a hand or could potentially carry the weight that made her shoulders heavy - not money obviously since that was an immediate no but Nash stopped himself. In the end, knowing that she could handle herself like the best of them. There wasn't anything he could say that would fix what was already known or what she had gone through alone. Even if he just wanted to help. Instead he opted for a slow nod. Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. At least she had done that and that was all that really mattered anyways. "Least if I would have busted my ass you could have fixed me up should I have fallen from the tree." He grinned. Nash was just glad he wasn't that old yet. Though he was sure she could remember all the times he tried to get her to climb trees with him and roofs. "Don't worry I know I outgrew any tree house that I could possibly build- not sure I could fit into one even I wanted to." The man chuckled as he brought up a thing of their childhood. He wasn't as tall then luckily. Though obviously the mood changed with his seriousness once he saw the injury, no matter how minor it was. Still, that worry over took over. "You're too nice. I would have shot me in the face for revenge." Nash admitted but continuously focused on her hand. "Let's get you cleaned up then. There should be some alcohol free wipes in that kit" Or so he believed that was what they were called. But he had bottled water in the fridge as a back up. "You can walk right, I can certainly carry you if not." By the smile on his face he was teasing, obviously her hand was way different then a foot injury. But he offered regardless. Nonetheless, he started to make his way towards the garage unless told otherwise.