#are they dating? (scooby doo i dunno sound)

[lelelego]

completely platonic things to do with your bro. your broski. your homeboy

[agaypanic]

hi! first off can i say your writing is TO DIE FOR! it's simply amazing and you're literally THE BEST FOR WRITING FOR CHARACTERS NO ONE ELSE RLLY WRITES FOR!

n e ways..

could you do a cute lil imagine about michael kelso and his girlfriend wanting to take a bubble bath with him? like with candles, scented bubbles and everything! and maybe it gets a tad bit smutty at the end (bc let's be fr it's kelso)

i appreciate it sm!! <33

Bubbles (Michael Kelso X Reader)

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Summary: You want to take a bath with your boyfriend. He thinks the bubbles and candles are a little girly for him, but he can’t say no to you.

A/N: omg tysm <3333 also slightly smutty towards the end bc it’s Kelso

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You loved nights like this. Nights when there was no school the next morning, nights when your parents wouldn’t be home for hours because they were out for one of their weekly dates, nights when the gang was busy doing their own things. You were able to completely unwind and relax.

You had a bit of a ritual. You started in the living room, watching television while painting your nails. Whether it was Charlie’s Angels, Scooby-Doo and his gang, or the Fonz, you just wanted some background noise. You decided to paint them blue because that was your boyfriend’s favorite color on you.

When the paint had dried, you went to your room to grab your pajamas. After painting your nails, you always took a bubble bath with scented candles around the tub and music playing from your little portable radio. You were about to walk off to your bathroom when the phone on your bedside table rang.

“Hello?” You answered, phone pinned between your ear and shoulder.

“Hey, baby!” Michael responded excitedly on the other end.

“Hey, Micah! What’s up?” 

“I thought I could come over. I know your parents are out.” You were quick to pick up the suggestive tone in his voice.

“Michael, I’m not really in the mood for that.” You sat on your bed, toying with the covers.

“Well, can I at least come over?” Michael asked. “I just miss you.” God, how could you say no to him when he sounded so sweet and desperate to see you? You smiled, looping the curled phone cord around your finger.

“Okay then. I’m about to start a bath, so I’ll leave the back door unlocked for you. So when you come in, you’ll know where to find me.”

“Y/n, how can you say you’re not in the mood for sex and then tell me you’re gonna be naked when I get there?” He asked with a joking tone.

“Shut up!” You laughed, and Michael let out a chuckle in return. “Okay, I’m gonna go. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love ya, too.” You both hung up the phone. 

You ran to the back door and unlocked it before making your way to your bathroom. Music echoed as the water ran. You put some bubble bath soap in the filling tub before lighting two of your favorite candles and placing them on the edges of the tub. When the tub was filled to your liking, you turned off the faucet and undressed. You threw your clothes into the hamper before stepping into the warm, bubbly water. You sighed loudly in relief as you sank and rested your head against the wall.

You didn’t keep track of how many songs had played before you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?” Michael asked through the door. You smiled at the sound of his voice. 

“Yeah, come on in.” He did as told, shutting the door behind him. You rested an arm on the edge of the tub, hand reaching out for him to take. Michael smiled and sat down against the bathtub, taking your hand.

“Hey, baby.” He kissed your knuckles.

“Hi, Micah.” You squeezed his hand, leaning forward to give him a kiss that he eagerly returned. You bent your knees to rest your chin on them, smiling softly at Michael.

“Having fun?” Michael asked. You gave a hum of confirmation and then suddenly had an idea.

“Wanna get in with me?” He looked at his surroundings, giving out a light laugh.

“I dunno, Y/n. Bubble bath, candles. Seems a little girly for me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, okay. So I can put makeup on you, but you won’t sit in the bath with me?”

“David Bowie wears makeup!”

“I bet he takes bubble baths too!” The two of you laughed at your unserious outbursts. You kissed Michael. “Pretty please.” You begged against his lips before pecking them again. He sighed, untangling his hand from yours.

“Fine. But no telling the guys.” Michael stood up and shed his layers. You clapped your hands with glee, scooting forward in the tub. You had him put his clothes in the laundry basket because he had left so many pieces of clothing at your house for him to wear afterward, and he stepped into the bath. He settled in the place you were in before he came, resting against the wall before pulling you towards him to rest on him. Because Michael’s so tall, he had his legs bent, knees popping out of the water.

“See, isn’t this nice?” You asked. You felt him kiss the back of your head.

“Mhmm.” He hummed into your hair, sighing at the sensation of you dragging your nails up and down his thighs. He grabbed one of your hands, holding it close for inspection. “I like the blue.”

“Did it for you, baby.” You maneuvered your hand in his hold to interlock your fingers again.

The two of you lay in the bubbles, making light conversation with music playing in the background. You were encased by Michael’s limbs, legs on either side of your body, and arms around your torso, keeping you close to his chest. His chin rested on your shoulder while he listened to you talk about something that had happened in class the other day. 

Michael moved one of his hands to scratch his face, and when he went to hold you again, he brushed your nipple. You gasped at the sudden sensation. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled into your shoulder, waiting for you to continue with your story. But your mind was now filled with other things. It was crazy, the effect Michael Kelso could have on you. One simple, accidental touch had sent your mind into a frenzy. “Babe?”

You turned your head to look at him, eyes hazy with lust. His eyebrows raised expectantly, waiting for you to say something. But he knew that look in your eye; he knew what you wanted. 

Keeping an arm around you, his other hand gave one of your thighs the treatment that you’d been giving him. You sighed in relief at the contact. His hand started to travel to where you needed him most, pausing right at the apex of your thigh.

“Please, Micah.” You whined. He clicked his tongue, lips against your ear.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He whispered. “I’ll take good care of you. I always do, don’t I?”

[simptasia]

May I request buffy for the dashboard osmosis if you haven't seen it? Or if you have then steven universe

i'll do buffy

isabel, i like and respect you. but i hear about buffy a lot on tvtropes (in fact tvtropes started as a buffy fansite??) and almost everything i hear sounds... bad. it sounds like a cringe show. i'm sorry

i haven't seen it at all so thats not fair of me. but. yeah

or maybe the show isn't cringe but the fandom is. or both. hmm

buffy the vampire slayer was a 90s supernatural show made by joss whedon at his peak LOOK IM A FEMINIST fuckery

it stars sarah michelle gellar (who i know primarily as daphne in the live action scooby doo movies, and that bitch from cruel intentions) as buffy summers. and she's The Slayer. slayers are like chosen ones, and its a title thats passed on for i dunno hundreds of years

slayers... slay vampires, i presume

she talks in a specific manner hence the trope Buffy Speak. it's basically like a weird simple talky thingy (that was buffy speak)

one of the characters is willow rosenberg played by allison hannigan. and as a bi activist engrossed with fiction, i have certainly heard of this character. basically, she's the poster child for The 90s Being Weird About Bisexuality. as she was into dudes and then she's into a girl and the show is weird about it and she's Suddenly Lesbian. and like, yes, lesbians discovering themselves after dating dudes is totally a thing but thats not the logic being used here, it's just awkward biphobia. oh yes. i've heard much about willow and tara

tho, willow/tara is a case of Fair For It's Day

seth green played oz, a sardonic werewolf of little words. he was the dude willow was into before her bisexuality activated

david borealis and james marsters are angel and spike, they're two vampires that buffy is super into and i get the vibe that their love triangle is like a Big Thing in this show and/or the fandom. angel is the "good" one, spike is the bad one. i read that buffy and spike raped each other (with the buffy raping spike being played for laughs because life is a fucking nightmare). so that's fucked

angel got his own spin off called angel and one time angel became a muppet in it. i approve

angel is one of those brooding "i can never be good, theres no hope for me" types of vampires. the kinda guy tailored for certain women to be like "ohhh i can fix him" or whatever. it's kinda funny. on the flipside i assume spike is for the "mmm i don't wanna fix him" types

this is before this type of thing was subject to parody

there's some blando guy named xander, i think he's a nerd and meant to be an audience self insert. i've seen ppl say he has nice guy syndrome but i dunno how true that is. dunno who plays him

anthony head plays rupert giles, he's the exposition and mentor dude. makes dry remarks and spouts encouragement, i think

charmed, a show i love, apparently stole buffy's vibes a lot

buffy is the first show where somebody used google as a verb. as in "googled"

theres a musical episode wherein dancer and singer hilton battle Absolutely Fucks. oh and everybody has musical numbers, including one that ends with tara levitating from cunnilingus. this was noteworthy because sapphic characters being sexual was actually rare in mainstream media in the 90s. again, fair for it's day

oh, this is a monster of the week show where some overarching story each season. doug jones made a few appearances

i get the impression that buffy is one of those shows that has good actors and concepts but fucky writing. it happens, i feel you

is buffy a cheerleader or did i imagine that. i might be thinking of heroes (which also suffered from great acting, fucky writing)

anyways thank you for your time

[shittinggold]

Dashboard osmosis late seasons supernatural?

Oh man - so I stopped watching early in S9, and my memory of anything after S5 is pretty hazy (I have rewatched S1-5 once, the latter seasons not at all), so this is a combination of dashboard osmosis, fractured memories of things I may or may not have seen, and whatever November 5th did to my brain.

So, at the end of S8 all the angels fall out of heaven, right? Because Metatron did a Thing. I've no idea what happened with Metatron after that but I'm gonna assume the brothers killed him, because that's generally how they deal with things, even deity-level-powered villains. I don't know if the angels went back after that - I know there was a civil war which might have been before this? Also at some point all the angels die I think, which leaves Castiel as the last angel. Castiel gets depowered at some point. And some other point becomes God. And dies. And I think becomes evil? It feels like they did everything they possibly could with Cas other than let him be a main character.

I think at this point Cain and Abel (maybe?) show up and Dean gets the Mark of Cain on him which makes him evil. Because of this (or perhaps entirely unrelated) he becomes a demon and we get Demon Dean for a bit which honestly sounds quite cool. Presumably is cured in some manner that sets up the arc of the next season.

The brothers find out that they're the heirs to some secret society called the Men of Letters and get a cool new bunker which means they don't have to shoot on different sets each week which makes the show cheaper and totally ruins its original aesthetic.

Kevin and Felicia Day both get killed off because of course they do. But I think Felicia Day (Charlie?) comes back because she's in the last episode. She also at some points goes to Oz and dates Dorothy. Honestly as far as SPN women go it seems like she does pretty well.

Crowley becomes King of Hell at some point. He also stays alive for ages even though he was never half as interesting as the fandom always thought he was.

Lucifer comes back! And presumably then so does Adam? I assume this means they address the whole "we left our other brother in a hell cage and never mentioned it again" weirdness, but I think it's funnier if I don't. Lucifer hangs out with Sam and maybe posseses Cas? (I've heard the word "Casifer" and assume this is what it means).

The Impala becomes a human in one episode, which is apparently actually a good episode. There's also an episode where Dean is a dog and another one where they're in Scooby-Doo. Honestly I would like to watch these.

There's a new kid called Jack that seems to be like a fourth main character and is Cas' son? Unclear whether this is in any way literal or just that they have a parental relationship. He seems to be around a lot but also is kind of dunked on by the narrative and not given enough attention? I dunno, he's new to me so I don't trust him but I assume there's a reason why people (including you I think!) care about him.

And then uhhhh there's cold static for like three seasons and Cas makes a deal with the Empty (which is like angel afterlife/superhell but is also a person that you can make deals with?) in order to save Jack's life, which means if he gets Perfect Happiness he will go to superhell. His perfect happiness is confessing love to Dean and getting ambiguously no-homoed in return. Later is re-homoed in spanish.

Oh, wait, Chuck is back and is explicitly God! And is evil about it because he has a story and wants Dean and Sam to follow his story but they don't? I'm sure this is either a genius metanarrative or a self-cannibalising mess, no in-between. They kill ChuckGod and save the world/themselves/free will.

Then they go to a pie-eating contest and Dean eats too many pies and then gets killed by a vampire who sticks him with a rusty nail. Sam is sad but goes to have a Normal Life with some woman who doesn't even get a face, let alone a name, and dies 50 years later from terrible prosthetics disease. Dean goes to heaven and his car is there because in the supernatural universe, cars go to heaven but gays don't.

...Until Dean then takes the car and goes back in time with it to makes sure his parents hook up or something? Idk what's happening in the prequel, but it sounds nuts.

And Mischa Collins comes out as straight. Love wins.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//don't know if you love me or you want me dead

Request: I dunno if this'll go through or not but can i request a Sweet Pea/reader based on this text post, I can't find the original version lol 

hey! sweet pea imagine based off this ^. originally posted by @riverdalecentral​, so thank you! its enemies to lovers!! which is a trope that i adore! (side note, if you ever see anything to do with enemies to lovers you can 100% just send it to me with literally no explanation and i absolutely will not mind). title is from ‘teeth’ by 5sos! i had so much fun writing this! i hope you all enjoy it! i also hope you’re all having a lovely day/night!

No matter where you are in the world, you never want to be in a forest at night. But if you live in Riverdale, thats just a given. Nobody in their right minds goes into Fox Forest at midnight, however, spending five minutes with Sweet Pea can make anyone go insane. And so here you are, trekking through the woods like you’re in some sort of shitty horror film. 

“I can’t believe Jones has got us running around town like we’re in fucking Scooby Doo.” Sweet Pea huffs as the two of you walk through the trees. You let go of the branch you’re holding, and it narrowly avoids hitting Sweet Pea. You can feel the glare you’re getting and a small smirk twitches at your lips. 

You and Sweet Pea have a complicated relationship to say the least. You’ve both been part of the serpents for the same amount of time. (You were actually initiated 5 minutes before him but he doesn’t like to admit that). You have grown up in the same trailer park, five trailers from each other and you share the same friends. But there’s just something about him that makes you want to stick pins in your eyes. And there’s something about you, that makes him want to repeatedly stub his toe every single minute of his life, rather than spend five minutes with you. So yeah, its complicated. 

There’s been so much speculation around why you two hate each other. Fangs says its because you’re both too stubborn to actually have a proper conversation (whatever Fogarty). Toni says its because you secretly like each other (gross), and there was once a theory that it was because you had secretly dated and then broke up (again, you would rather stick pins in your eyes). 

You just hated each other. That was it. 

Although, despite the fact that spending five minutes in the same room with him makes you nauseous, he is kind of attractive. If you’re into the whole ‘bad boy, gang member, secretly soft at heart’ thing. Not that you’d ever admit that to anyone. 

“You’re Shaggy!” “You’re Scooby.” You both say at the same time making your expression mirror his. You both glare at each other before reluctantly turning away and continuing to walk.

“If you’re implying that I’m lesser because I’m the dog...1. You’re an idiot. Everybody loves dogs and Scooby Doo is evidence of that. And 2. Scooby Doo is the main character. The whole franchise is named after him, making him the lead. He even has a snack named after him. Its Scooby’s world and we’re just living in it.” 

“What. The. Fuck.” He stops and you roll your eyes, turning around to look at him. 

“You know I’m right...Shaggy.” You shine your torch in his eyes and he squints before flipping you off.

“How am I Shaggy?” 

“You give of major stoner vibes, you’re always eating and I never see you wear anything other than a dark t-shirt, black jeans and your serpent jacket.” You look him up and down and he huffs in response, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“They all wear the same outfits...they’re cartoons.” 

“True.” You nod. “But the other two are right. Plus, you’d be nothing without me.”

“I’d be a lot happier without you.” He replies and you send him a sarcastic smile back. He returns it and the two of you continue through the woods, your torches casting a variation of shadows against the tall trees. Its less like Scooby Doo and more like Blair Witch. And despite your company being Sweet Pea, you’d rather him than nobody.

You suddenly get the feeling your being watched, and the intensity of it makes you stop in your tracks, Sweet Pea soon catches up to you, stopping beside you and also looking around. 

“What is it? Did you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror?” He teases and even though you’re absolutely terrified, you still find it in yourself to punch him in the arm. 

“We’re in the middle of a forest. Where would I find a mirror?” 

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I’ve found some weird things in the woods. I once found a pile of bones, a belt and a half eaten apple.” 

“I-What?” You look up at him and he shrugs casually. 

“To this day I have no idea why they were there. Although, the belt does look pretty good on.” 

“Hm-Wait what?” You glance at his belt, the silver reflecting off the rays of your torch and he quickly looks away. 

“Nothing.” 

“What exactly are we looking for?” You ask, changing the subject. 

“I dunno. Jughead just said ‘anything strange’.” 

“In Riverdale? Yeah, that’ll be easy.” You huff before quickly pointing your torch to the side of you. Sweet Pea joins, the two of you silently listening and watching (and praying) that its just an owl. After a minute you both continue walking, this time in silence and you’re sure you’ve huddle a little closer to each other, but neither of you seem to mind. 

Twigs snap underneath your shoes and a gust of wind makes the trees rustle around you. It makes you shiver, and you swear Sweet Pea pauses for just a second to look around. The whole atmosphere makes you feel suddenly claustrophobic, despite being in the great outdoors, and right now you’re unsure who you hate more, Sweet Pea...or Jughead.

“What did he mean by strange?” You whisper and look around again. 

“I don’t know. Anything that could explain the weird going ons at his preppy new school.” 

“Why would that have anything to do with the woods. They’re in the opposite direction of each other.” 

“Ask Jones.” He holds his hands up defensively making you huff loudly. Your barely make it two steps before freezing again, Sweet Pea grunts as he walks into you but you don’t acknowledge him, too busy trying to decipher whether the noise you heard was a bird or a murderer. 

“Did you hear that?” 

“What!?” He looks around quickly and somehow, the two of you end up closer together than you were before. “Y/n, I swear to god, if you’re fucking with me, I will actually kill you.” 

“Surprisingly, you don’t sound that threatening when I can feel you literally shaking beside me.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Why did Jones even pair us together. You’re about as much use as a wet sock.” You mutter angrily, but you cut yourself off when you see a shadow move out of the corner of your eye. Before you can stop yourself you’re reaching out for Sweet Pea, grabbing his arm and squeezing. “Sweet Pea?” 

“Yep?” His doesn’t even hide the fear in his voice, and if you were in any other situation, you would have definitely made fun of him. 

“Did you see that?” 

“...yep.” He nods. “Do you think we should investigate?” 

“Do you think we should investigate?” You mock. “Its like you want to get murdered.” 

“A lot of people wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

“Getting murdered, or you specifically getting murdered.” 

“Either, or.” He shrugs. 

“I think at least a few people would miss you.” You reply and a smirk appears on his face. 

“Am I dead? Have I already been murdered? Are you actually being nice to me?” 

“We can find out if people would miss you if you want.” You smile sarcastically at him and he shoves you lightly. For a second, the two of you forget where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing. It feels light, even if you are being rude to each other, and you swear, for a split second, you feel yourself enjoying each others company. But of course, he ruins it. 

“No thanks. I’m happy knowing that you’d miss me.” 

“I never said tha-” He only looks away for a few seconds. He saw something move and he thought he’d check it out. But in the time that he turns around, that he pulls his eyes away from watching your lips as they say whatever sarcastic comment you’d come up with, you vanish. Your sentence being cut off. 

He swears he’s never moved faster. Instantly he turns back around, shining the torch in every direction he can. It suddenly feels darker and the only thing he can hear is his heart beating in his throat. “Y/n?” It starts off as a whisper, unsure of what to do. But when you don’t answer, he manages to find his voice. “Where did you go? Y/n? I would very much like to hear your annoying voice.” His eyes close, despite every fibre of his body screaming at him not too. He’s seen horror films, he knows he shouldn’t close his eyes, but he needs to wish and prayer and do anything he can to find you. 

“...sweet pea?” Your voice is quiet and trembling, but he hears it and his eyes snap open, frantically looking around. 

“Y/-” Your name dies in his throat once he sees you, and he can’t speak anymore. 

For as long as Sweet Pea can remember, he’s been day dreaming about you getting into traumatic accidents. There’s a running competition between the two of you, over who can come up with the most gruesome and violent end for the other.  Unfortunately he is winning due to a very traumatizing death that he said was inspired by both Saw and Final Destination. 

Right now though, your actual life is in threat and he has never wanted anything less in his life. 

A blonde, creepy looking boy around the same age as both of you holds you tight to him, one arm over your chest while the other holds a knife to your throat. There’s a dark haired girl stood beside him, also holding a knife, and even though she doesn’t look as intimidating as the blonde, it does nothing to make Sweet Pea feel better. 

“Wow, Jones was too scared to find us himself he sent his lackeys to do his dirty work.” 

“Let her go...please.” His voice breaks and he takes a careful step towards you. His hands already reaching into his pocket, desperately searching for his knife and brass knuckles, but he stops when he makes eye contact with the boy. 

“And we are not his lackeys.” You protest, despite the knife digging into your skin further, and the hold on you becoming tighter. 

Whatever Sweet Pea was feeling, whether it was fear, vulnerability or something in between completely disappears. And his gaze shifts from the man holding you, to you yourself, the same annoyed expression on his face. “Maybe focus on the knife being held to your throat, and then argue about what we are to Jughead.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You roll your eyes. 

“Oh sorry for trying to save your life.” 

“Save my life? You couldn’t even sav-” 

“Is this a bad time? Do you want us to come back and kill you later orrr?” The girl asks sarcastically as she looks between you and Sweet Pea. Both of you look at each other before looking at the floor. 

“Continue.” You grumble and you feel the knife slice into your skin. A small cry escapes your lips and Sweet Pea looks up quickly. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so frightened, and you definitely didn’t think you’d be on the receiving end of such a look, but there’s something about it that stirs something inside of you, in spite of the very inappropriate moment.

“Okay.” She says, twirling the knife in-between her fingers. “We can either do this the easy way, or the even easier way. We’re going to make it look like a fight that went wrong. And then we’ll stumble out of the woods, covered in blood, crying, saying that it was self defense.” She smiles wickedly. 

“Even better idea, we don’t even have to be here. We could make it look like a fight between two gang members.” 

“Hmmm.” You and Sweet Pea say at the same time. Both of you know it’s very rare that Serpents kill each other, so that wouldn’t work, but as soon as you look at each other after the collective thought, do you realize the mistake you made. Never say ‘hmm’ when faced with death. 

“Aww, thanks for helping us plan your death.” The boy says. “So no to the fight between gang members. What about a fight between two lovers.” 

“Ew.” You mutter. 

“Gross.” Sweet Pea adds. 

“I’d rather just die.” You shrug and Sweet Pea sends you a look. 

“Y/n.” He sighs. 

“Fine, we’ll just go with the fight.” The boy huffs, moving the knife to the other side of your neck and digging it in. Blood trickles down your chest making both you and Sweet Pea wince. 

“You want to fight?” Your force the words out of your mouth and you can feel the look Sweet Pea is giving you. “Come on then, fight me.” The two of them exchange glances, they clearly weren’t expecting an answer from you. Whoever sent them to do this, definitely underestimated how stubborn serpents are, so maybe Fangs was right about you and Sweet Pea, maybe you were both too stubborn to get along. 

The ten seconds that they’re distracted, gives you and Sweet Pea a chance to look at each other. A silent conversation happens between the two of you and even though you’re not entirely sure of what he’s saying, you just hope you got the basic idea and so you send him a nod. 

While they’re distracted, Sweet Pea reaches into his pocket, slowly pulling his knife out, and as soon as they look back, you start your plan. Quickly you kick the guy as hard as you can in the shin making him fall and push you away from him, dropping the knife as he does. You swiftly pick it up and Sweet Pea uses the distraction to grab the girl, pressing his own knife against her neck. 

You stand a few feet away from them, holding your own knife and the one you stole out in front of you. 

“Touch her if you never want to see the light of day again.” He whispers in the girls ear and he sends a look to her weird friend that makes him stop in his tracks. 

“Now.” You smile. “Do you want to do this the easy way, or the hard way?” 

----

Dawn breaks as you both stumble out the forest. You’re covered in cuts and bruises, but thankfully you’ve stopped bleeding so you’ll take that as a win. Usually you enjoy beating up rich kids, its one of the few things you and Sweet Pea can bond over, but right now you just want to go home. 

They may have been preppy, but they definitely knew what they were doing. And they’d managed to escape, slipping away from you and through the trees. They may have gotten away, but they were barley in one piece, and so you figured that would be enough to bide Jughead some time with whatever he was planning. 

There’s a togetherness about fighting. For a while you, both you and Sweet Pea were sure you were going to die in there, and so now that you’re walking through the sleepy streets of the town, there’s a part of you thats glad the other made it out. 

They say fighting changes you. It awakens something in you. Usually that something is hate or anger, but both of you already have enough of that. 

No, this is something else. 

Respect for the other? Or maybe fondness? Whatever it is, its new and it swirls around the both of you, leaving you unsure of how to act. So you walk to Jughead’s house in silence, your arms brushing gently against each other every so often. 

Jughead’s house is quiet as the two of you walk through the front door. The Jones/Cooper house is full, serpents mill about the place, with either food or drinks in their hands. And Jughead is in the middle of them, stood right in the centre of the living room. It seems you and Sweet Pea weren’t the only people sent to their deaths last night. 

Everyone looks surprised as you walk into the living room. They probably expected at least one of you to be dead, whether that was because of something is the woods, or one of you, its surprising to see you two alive, with just a few cuts and bruises. 

“Did you guys find anything weird.” 

“Oh, you know. The usual.” You shrug. Jughead nods, deciding to talk to you about it in private later on. And so he starts talking to the group again, you and Sweet Pea practically blending into the background. But there’s a definite shift in atmosphere. 

Usually when you and Sweet Pea are in a room together there’s tension, and everybody is aware of it. But this time, its different. It feels light, despite the tense subject being discussed. Everyone can feel the change, but nobody can figure out what it is. 

Only you and Sweet Pea know what has changed. And as he squeezes your hand in his, a soft smile appearing on his face as he looks at you, you have a feeling a lot more things are going to change. Some of them may not be for the good, it seems like there’s a lot more to be uncovered in Riverdale, but one things for sure, you’re glad Sweet Pea is by your side for it.

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Forty Two

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

September 30th, 1986

Emile crossed his arms and stared up at his dad, trying his hardest to not pout at what he was hearing. “Why do I have to forgive him?!” Emile asked.

His did sighed. “Emile, you don’t have to forgive him, but you can’t just keep ignoring him or running away when he tries to talk to you. That’s not good for you or him.”

“But if I talk to him again he’s gonna act like everything is normal again! And it’s not! He broke my Scooby-Doo lunchbox!” Emile said, and he was definitely pouting at this point.

“And he apologized. You don’t have to forgive him, but you can’t ignore him for the rest of your life, Emile,” his dad said. “Especially since you’re in the same class. You’ll run into each other a lot.”

  September 3rd, 2001

Of course it had to happen this way, Emile thought sullenly. It was the first few days of his sophomore year of college, and Remy had been in the bathroom for the past twenty minutes. At this rate, Emile was going to be late for his classes. He knocked on the door. “Remy, come on, I need to use the bathroom too, you know!”

He didn’t get a response. Emile frowned, knocking again. The door and walls were thick, but not that thick. “Remy, let me in!”

Again, nothing. Emile listened closely and when he did, he heard the faint but unmistakable sound of heavy breathing. Right before there was a groan, and then easily-recognizable retching. Emile cringed. He was definitely not looking forward to using the bathroom right after Remy got sick.

There was faint flushing and then the sound of the water running at the sink, and Remy unlocked and opened the door. “Just be fast, please, I dunno when I’m gonna puke again.”

Emile silently moved Remy out of the way and closed the door, doing his business, brushing his teeth, and then he was out, at which point Remy rushed back in and threw up again. Emile hesitated at the door, looking at Remy for a few seconds longer than his usual glances. Remy looked more miserable than usual. Part of him wanted to stay here and make sure he was okay. But the rest of him was painfully reminded of Remy’s casual dismissal of Emile’s problems, even before their argument, and he knew it was better if he stayed away, so he left for school.

Emile was slightly irked that the only thing he could think about in his free time was Remy’s sick, miserable face that morning. He had to awkwardly explain to his friends the fight that had ensued between himself and Remy, and why they weren’t talking, let alone dating, right now. When he had to answer the question of “How’s Remy doing?” for the tenth time that day, his patience snapped. “Why don’t you just ask him yourself the next time you see him?!”

The others looked surprised. Theo had paused with a Coke halfway to his lips. Clara was staring at him with her eyebrows furrowed. Xavier just stared at him in silent shock. Theo broke the silence first, “Well, he doesn’t really hang around the college a whole lot, you see him more than we do.”

“I’ll tell him to come over more often, then,” Emile said sullenly. “Because I’m not his messenger, or his errand boy!”

“Emile...what happened?” Xavier asked.

“I’m really tired of answering that question. You guys are friends with each other, and with other people who I’ve already answered that question to! Is everyone just...just dead-set on asking me that question until it’s beaten to death?!” Emile growled.

His friends looked at each other, then at him. “Clearly, something happened over the summer,” Theo said slowly. “And none of us want to pry, Emile, but if you need us...we’re here for you.”

Emile sighed. “I know, I know. I’m...it’s just not been easy for the past month or so...Remy and I got in a bad fight, and I’m not quite ready to forgive him. So having people constantly ask is a little much.”

“What happened?” Clara asked.

“He dismissed my mental health because I wasn’t traumatized as a child,” Emile stated without any preamble. “He said that nothing in my life could go wrong. He invalidated my experiences. When I had to go to therapy and thought about self-harm virtually every day, when my friends tried to kill themselves and some of them actually succeeded...that’s not...that’s not right. He’s not right. And I can’t bring myself to forgive him.”

A thick silence hung over them. “And you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder for a month?” Theo asked.

Emile crossed his arms. “Is there a problem?”

“Look, I’m not saying that Remy was right. Whatsoever. But living with someone and denying them all but basic human interaction for a whole month does things to people. I know Remy would volunteer with you, but has he left the apartment for anything other than appointments and work for that month? Has he gone to see any friends that are here over the summer? Has he been isolating himself? Not leaving his room for anything but food and the bathroom? Do you know if he feels trapped in his own home?” Theo pressed.

“I...” Emile was slightly ashamed of his answer. “I...don’t...know.”

“Man, if he feels like he’s trapped in his own place there’s something wrong. You don’t have to forgive him for what he did if you’re not ready. But you can’t trap him and contribute to his misery,” Theo said.

Emile scratched the back of his neck. “He hasn’t been talking to me lately, and I’ve been...relieved. But if he’s not talking to me, then the only person he would have to talk to consistently is Kim, and Kim’s moving by the end of the month.” He paled. “Shit. I’m hurting him in way worse ways than he hurt me. Shit!”

“Hey, Emile, deep breaths,” Clara said. “You can fix this. Make sure he’s all right, tell him what you told us. You’re not ready to forgive him, but you’re not going to ignore him any more.”

“What if he doesn’t forgive me?” Emile asked. “I did ignore him for a solid month, after all, he has every right to snap at me and tell me to get lost.”

“Okay, but all of us know Remy too,” Xavier said. “And I believe he wouldn’t take a second chance lightly, for one, and he wouldn’t tell you to get lost if he’s in desperate need for help for another. If he tells you to get lost, you can listen to him, and know that he’s just licking his wounds or asserting boundaries. It’s if he accepts your help without a second of hesitation that you need to worry.”

Emile swallowed. “I should...I should go. My classes are over, I should check on him.”

His friends let him go and he dashed to his car and hurried back to the apartment. He took the steps two at a time and dropped his stuff at the door. “Remy?!” he called. “You here?!”

There was a whimper in the bathroom, and Emile rushed over. Remy flinched away from him, curling around the toilet. “Remy, I owe you an apology. But first, are you okay?”

Remy’s arms shook as he hugged the toilet and blinked at Emile. “An...apology...?” he asked, his words moving through molasses.

“Yeah, Rem, an apology,” Emile said, biting his lip. “I shouldn’t have given you the cold shoulder for a whole month. I should have just told you I wasn’t ready to forgive you and been civil otherwise. Ignoring you for that long was cruel.”

Remy’s eyes filled with tears and he muttered, “This is a dream. This is a fever dream. I’m hallucinating.”

Emile’s heart broke. Had he really hurt Remy to that extent? He needed to fix this. He needed Remy to feel safe again. And he needed his best friend back. “No, this is real, Rem. I’m genuinely sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

Remy just shook his head before turning green and coughing bile into the toilet. “Emile, I don’t feel good,” he mumbled.

“You don’t look so good either,” Emile said. “Is it okay if I take you to your room? I’ll bring a trash can just in case.”

“Mm. Mhm,” Remy hummed.

Emile gently picked Remy up bridal style and carried him back to Remy’s room, hurrying to the bathroom and bringing back a trash can. Emile was about to leave the room, but Remy made a desperate noise and reached out a shaky hand. “Stay?” he pleaded. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I want company. Even if it is a hallucination.”

His hesitation must have been clear on his face, because Remy blinked blearily and let his hand drop. “Or not,” he mumbled.

“Hey, no, Rem, I can stay,” Emile murmured. “I just wasn’t sure if you’d really want me here. If I was welcome. I hurt you.”

“And I hurt you. We’re even,” Remy said, closing his eyes. “Just. Sit.”

Emile sat at the foot of Remy’s bed. For a minute, it looked like Remy was falling asleep, but then he opened his eyes, looked at the foot of the bed, and frowned. “Emile?”

“Yeah, hey. You with me, Remy?” Emile asked.

“Why are you here?” Remy asked.

Emile sighed. “I came home to apologize, and you were in pretty bad shape. Convinced I was a hallucination.”

“Why...why would you apologize?” Remy asked.

“Remy, I ignored you for a whole month and snapped at you when I couldn’t ignore you. I made your safe place incredibly unsafe. I hurt you,” Emile said.

“It’s nothing my parents wouldn’t do,” Remy said.

“Yeah, but I’m not your parents,” Emile said. “And I don’t want to be like them.”

Remy sighed. “I don’t like thinking about them. I don’t like thinking about you, either, because it just makes me sad. I screwed up the best thing to ever happen to me and I don’t understand why you’re apologizing to me when I’m the one who dismissed your mental health.”

“Okay, yeah, that was a dick move,” Emile allowed. “But I shouldn’t have given you the cold shoulder for a month. Because that’s also a dick move. That’s why I’m apologizing.”

Remy groaned, turning on his side and dry-heaving in the general direction of the trashcan. “Have you been able to hold down liquids?” Emile asked.

“I haven’t left the bathroom long enough to find out,” Remy moaned.

“I’ll be right back, then, with a glass of water,” Emile said.

He left the room and came back as soon as he could, helping Remy sit up just enough to take a sip of water. Remy groaned, eyes closing. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” he mumbled.

Emile winced. “If you are, Rem, then I might have to take you to the emergency room. If you can’t hold down liquids, that’s a problem.”

Remy took a deep breath, and he looked a little less green around the gills, but not by much. “No, I think it’s gonna stay...my stomach just doesn’t want anything right now. So it’s trying to get me to not add anything more.”

They sat in silence for a minute, before Remy mumbled, “Thank you. For apologizing, I mean. I’m really sorry about what I said.”

“I know you are,” Emile said, glancing at Remy and offering him a weak smile. “I shouldn’t have held that grudge for this long, or at least not let it affect me this much. I want to make sure you’re all right at the end of the day. You are my friend, Rem. It just...took me a while to understand that was still the case.”

Remy offered Emile a smile. “Aw, Emile...you like me!”

“Shut up!” Emile laughed. “I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Remy said. “But I don’t handle serious conversations well without a little levity.”

Emile shook his head. “You’re not wrong, though. About me liking you.”

“...Yeah?” Remy asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Emile said. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to try a relationship again, not yet. Just because I’m still hurting, and I wasn’t even sure if I would be willing to forgive you until I walked in here this afternoon. But whenever I’m ready...I’ll let you know. And if you would have me, I’d love giving being boyfriends another shot. And not just because it means that you and I both get to say we’re taken to strangers hitting on us.”

Remy laughed, hard, before turning and coughing up more bile into the trash can. “Don’t make me laugh, Emile, it hurts.”

“Sorry,” Emile said with a wince.

“It’s all good,” Remy said with a wave of his hand. “I’m probably gonna sleep now, and I might be convinced this was a dream for a bit when I wake up again, fair warning. Just to let you know, I believe you, and definitely want you back whenever you’re ready. But I might be skeptical of this actually happening when I’m running a fever and you legitimately ignored me for a whole month.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. Rest up,” Emile advised. “I’ll be here to help when you’re awake again.”

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Spreading Like Poison- Ch. 1

Ch.2 Ch.3  Ch. 4

It was movie night. The first one Janus was allowed to go to as the famILY. Inevitably, he was met with some nerves. For one, Roman didn’t really like him still, and Virgil’s reassurance of the matter didn't help. Second, He wasn’t sure how Logan would react either, especially after Janus actually taking his cane and pulling him offscreen. 

Janus zipped up his Scooby-Doo onesie and steeled his nerves. Virgil would be there. Virgil liked him. He hoped. Because if not, then that meant no more famILY dinners, since Janus knew that this was all Patton's attempt to be a nice person and make him feel included. 

He trudged down the stairs and into the living room where the others were waiting. 

“Hey, kiddo! Make yourself comfy!” Patton beamed at him. 

Janus’ stomach tied itself in knots as he sat by Virgil's feet, who he was dating.

Roman bounced into the room with a large bag of Doritos. “I brought snacks!” He bellowed. “Doritos!!” 

Virgil scoffed. “What? No! Why don't you get some potato chips instead?”

“Because Doritos are better!”

“No, potato chips!”

“Patton, Logan what do you think?” Roman asked. 

“I have no personal preference, seeing as they both are harmful to your teeth.” Logan said, not even looking up from his book.

“They’re both good, ” Patton said. “I like them both!”

Remus shrugged. “I prefer deodorant, and when I’m feeling dangerous.. I drink bleach.”

“Janus, what do you say?” Roman and Virgils stare bored into him. Surely Virgil wouldn’t get mad if he sided with Roman because this was such a small argument, it had no real impact. 

“I like Doritos better.” He shrugged. 

Virgil kicked him a little in the back, not enough to be noticeable but enough to hurt. 

Roman grinned triumphantly at Virgil, not noticing the kick. “Thank you, Hazard Macaroni.”

Janus winced. “Hazard Macaroni? I thought it was Danger Noodle.”

“Yeah, but you're the shortest, so..”

Remus snorted. “You guys could just use my nickname for him, Double D.”

“Please don't,” Janus said. “Hazard Macaroni is fine, thank you.”

“So, I was thinking in honor of Janus’s acceptance we should watch the new Scooby Doo movie, Scoob! What do you think, Jan?” Patton said. 

Janus gasped. “Really??” His spirits were lifting. 

“Of course!” 

--time skip--

“What the fuck was that?” Virgil shoved Janus.

“Wh-what?” Janus was confused. 

“I thought I told you that you needed to side with me more?! I’m your boyfriend for fucks sake.” He looked pissed. 

“Is this over the Doritos? But that doesn’t even matter!” 

“I. Don't. Care. We talked about this, Janus! Every single time I try to make a point you contradict it.” Virgil flopped on his bed. “This could’ve been practicing! But no!

“Look, its late and you're tired. We should talk about this in the morning, when you've cooled off and I’ll actually remember the conversation we have.” Janus tried for a smile, but quickly wiped it off when Virgil stood up and took a threatening step closer.

“Want to go to your room? Fine. Just go ahead and say that you're cheating on me with Roman. Or even Remus. Just say that you hate me already.” Virgil snarled.

“What?! No! I would never do that! Virgil, I-”

“Then stay with me tonight.”

“Ok, I will.” When Virgil's glare didn't lessen, Janus added on a quick, “I’m sorry.”

Virgil relaxed and unclenched his fists. “Lets go to sleep.”

Janus only nodded.

---time skip---

Janus woke up to an empty bed. When he first realized this, he bolted straight upright. The smell of lavender was strong, but it just wasn’t Virgil. He got up and looked all around the room and there was no Virgil.

He wandered downstairs to check if Virgil was there, and to his disappointment, he was. And he was play flirting with Roman. 

Janus felt his heart drop. He hadn’t been a good enough boyfriend for him.. 

Virgil finally looked up and caught his eye. “What?” He scoffed. “Can I not have friends, or are you that much of an asshole?”

Janus didnt say a word as he trudged back upstairs, this time to his room to cry.

Around an hour later, a knock sounded at his door.

“Its open,” Janus said miserably, hugging his snake plush to his chest. 

He heard Virgil “tch,” like Bakugou. “You didn't have to be such a crybaby about it. I was just messing around.”

“And thats the problem. You're always just messing around with someone! Logan, Roman, Remus, all of them!” Janus stood up angrily glared at Virgil. “I feel like you do it just to mess with me!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and pushed Janus back down on the bed, his hand resting on his shoulder, keeping him down. “Please, like you don't literally hate everything that comes out of my mouth. You’re the bad boyfriend.”

That stung. He absolutely hated it when someone called him bad. He felt his heart sink even lower. Virgil was right, he was a bad boyfriend. Virgil was loyal, he wouldn’t ever cheat, especially not to just screw with Janus. He hung his head. “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to go off like that. I’ll try not to do it again.”

“Don't try. Just do.” Virgil said, pushing down harder on Janus’s shoulder. He winced and resisted from shifting in discomfort.

“I will.” 

Virgil stared into his eyes. “Are you lying to me?”

“No! No, I’m not lying to you, I swear.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.” Virgil narrowed his eyes, squeezing the shoulder. 

Janus yelped as Virgil's fingers dug into his shoulder blade. “I swear! I swear I’m not lying to you! I’m sorry, sorry sorry!”

Virgil raised an eyebrow and his hand left his shoulder. “How about that talk now?”

“..ok.” Janus rubbed his shoulder, grimacing.

“Look at me.” Virgil said, his voice going soft. “You know I love you, right? I just.. I’m overprotective of things. Of you, my opinion…” He sighed. “ I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t contradict it, because then I have to choose between two things I want to protect. And I get overwhelmed when that happens. Its just that- that, I dunno, I get scared that you are going to leave me, or kick me out again, and-”

“Virgil, I wouldn’t kick you out again! I love you too, its ok. I’m sorry for the first time. Honest.”

“I know, and I’ve forgiven you, but just… I get so scared about it. I don’t want that to happen.” Virgil dropped his head into his hands and rubbed at his face. 

Janus rubbed his back in a (hopefully) soothing way. “It’s ok, love. I won't leave you.”

“Promise you’re telling the truth?”

“Cross my heart.” Janus leaned over and pressed a kiss to his temple and hugged him. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too. Now c’mon, lets go back downstairs, huh?” Virgil stood up.

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Reach For You [Dad!Calum AU] Ch. 4

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4

ASPEN COULD FEEL her bones rattling under her skin in mild panic as she waited for that inevitable knock on her door. The nerves in her body were standing on their ends and she kept fiddling with her nails, her eyes darting towards the door every few seconds. Calum and Luna were sitting on the couch, lost in the world of Scooby-Doo while Aspen waited for her brother and his family to arrive up the elevator.

The second she had answered the buzz and heard her brother’s voice, Aspen felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She had completely forgotten that she had invited Richie and his family over for spaghetti Sunday this week, and now he was going to walk in and see Calum and Aspen could only hope that her brother could keep it together. He knew the circumstances of what happened between Aspen and Calum better than anyone, but that didn’t mean Calum was in his good graces. Calum wasn’t exactly liked by Aspen’s family, by mere association, and she had yet to tell them that he was seemingly back in their lives. Hell, it had only happened yesterday. She still needed time to adjust.

The knocks sounded and Aspen had to take a preparing breath as she unlocked it, opening it so her seven and five year old nieces could run in. “Hey, Penny,” Laila greeted with a quick hug and smile.

“Hi, sis,” Richie stepped up with a kiss to her cheek, smiling as he stepped inside. “How’s it goi—”

Richie’s words cut off as his green eyed gaze wandered over Aspen’s shoulder, and she felt her breath freeze in her lungs when the smile on his face disappeared as quickly as it came. Oh, God, Aspen let out a shaky breath as she shut the door, her body tensing as she waited for whatever the hell was about to happen.

“This is my daddy!” Aspen heard Luna enthusiastically introduce, turning around to see her on her feet as she held Calum’s hand to pull him up as well. Luna was grinning widely, her gaze innocently going around at her cousins, aunt and uncles.

The scene was just. . . Awkward.

Aspen’s nieces, Mariam and Nadia, seemed to be in awe at the new man in the room, smiling up at him in wonder. Meanwhile, Aspen saw the looks on Laila and Richie’s faces. Saw the surprise and disbelief on Laila’s, and the incredulous outrage that was scowling at Richie’s features as he took in Calum. And after offering the little girls friendly smiles, Calum’s gaze met the two adults, and Aspen watched as his smile left his face and his features transitioned into one of cool stoicism. His shoulders squared and chin lifted, regarding the two of them, but his gaze was hard as it settled on Richie. Aspen guessed he could sense the hostility her brother was radiating.

“What the fu—” Richie cut himself off, exhaling sharply as his glare remained fixated on Calum. He pressed his tongue to his cheek, eyes glancing at Calum then Aspen, who pursed her lips and swallowed, before looking back at Calum. “What’re you doing here?”

The irritation was obvious in his voice and Aspen took a few tentative steps towards the group gathered in her living room. “Girls,” Aspen hastily started, offering the three young girls a small smile. “Why don’t you go into Luna’s room and play until the food’s ready, okay?”

They were gone with giggles and stomping of their light footsteps, taking all of the lightheartedness with them as they went. In hindsight, Aspen figured she should’ve kept the girls around so everyone would control their tempers—but if they couldn’t, the little girls didn’t need to be around for that.

Richie’s sharp gaze was now on her. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“Good to see you too, Rich,” Calum’s smooth voice drolled, bland with a quirk of his brow. His hands were back in the pocket of his jacket—it seemed like some kind of defense mechanism to Aspen. Like he was guarding himself from those around him. Calum’s eyes flickered to the dark eyed woman next to Richie. “Hey, Laila.”

She offered the smallest of smiles, giving him a nod. “Calum.”

Being able to tell that Richie was getting agitated, Aspen took in a breath as she faced her brother. “He’s Luna’s dad, Richie.” She saw the irritated look flash across Richie’s face, and as much as Aspen didn’t entirely want to defend Calum, she needed to appease her brother. If he got too angry, he may say something nobody needed him saying. Besides, wasn’t he the one saying the other day that he thought Calum show know about Luna? What happened to that? “She wants him around and he—he has the right.”

“Are you serious?” Richie scoffed out a humorless laugh, his glare directing towards the Australian as he shot Calum a disgusted look. Okay, so maybe his irritation was stemming purely from his dislike of Calum. Still didn’t make much sense, in Aspen’s opinion. Richie wanted her to tell Calum, now he was pissed that he was actually here. “You’re gonna keep him around after—”

Aspen’s eyes widened as Laila subtly smacked Richie’s back, hindered from Calum’s view, as both women warned, “Rich.”

Calum’s eyes narrowed, looking between the three people as his lips curled upwards in irritation. He was missing something and he knew that, but Calum was suddenly all too focused on the hostility he was receiving from Aspen’s brother. What the fuck had he done? He was the one who had been left in the dark about everything. “After what?” Calum taunted, the hard edge back in his voice as he jutted his chin out, eyes challenging. “After she ran out on me? I didn’t do shit, mate, so stop making me out to be the bad guy when that’s obviously your sister.”

Aspen’s lips parted at Calum’s words, staring at him with widened eyes. She was trying to defend him and he was going to turn around and bitch her out? Indignation fired up her skin, but she also knew he was right. Beyond right. But it was hard to argue when there was more to the story one party member was completely unaware of and couldn’t be informed of it.

Clenching her jaw, Aspen’s hands formed into fists as she shot Calum a look, hoping to contain her own frustration. Richie’s eyes narrowed at Calum’s words and Laila shared a look with Aspen, and the latter knew she had to diffuse the situation. She was irritated with Calum yet she couldn’t bring herself to kick him out right now. Luna would be upset, and Aspen was always going to put her daughter above anyone else’s feelings and circumstances. Luna wanted Calum here, and no matter Aspen’s qualms and struggles, she couldn’t put that above Luna’s desires.

“Alright, listen,” Aspen spoke up after a sharp breath, her tone steady and firm and sharper than she thought she could manage as she looked between Richie and Calum. “Tonight’s not the night to discuss everyone’s issues, alright?” Looking at her brother, Aspen sighed. “Richie, I don’t know what’s up with you since the other day you were all for it but trust me, it’s hard for me, too—” she didn’t dare look at Calum as she said this as her brother huffed. “—but we’re doing this for Luna, okay? It’s something we’re just going to have to adjust to.” Her gaze flickered to Calum, trying not to bristle at the stoicness he was one against was showing. The fact that he was so openly guarded when Aspen just didn’t remember him being so was unnerving. “You and I’ll have a talk about this. . . Situation this week or something. For now—” Aspen shot both men a look. “—Just act civil. For Luna’s sake. Please.”

That seemed to do the trick. Richie took in a deep, calming breath and Calum rolled his lips into his mouth briefly before offering a single nod. Aspen looked between the two men once more, her eyes lingering on Calum with his hands in his jacket and shoulders squared and the muscle in his jaw jumping.

Aspen sighed. This should be fun.

                                                              *****

If it weren’t for Luna, Calum probably would be out of this apartment by now. But his daughter, in a matter of just under forty-eight hours, had Calum wrapped around her finger, so he stayed. He stayed in Aspen’s apartment for spaghetti Sunday, and while he was amused in watching Luna twirl up heaps of pasta on her fork before eating it, his body felt tense because of the pair of eyes on him.

Calum had met Richie, Aspen’s brother, and his now-wife-then-girlfriend Laila back when he and Aspen were dating. They had gotten along, were cool with each other, but now Richie was treating Calum as if he was some dick who broke his sister’s heart and Calum was at a damn loss. He was the one broken up with. He was the one who was left behind. He was the one who had a daughter kept secret from him. So why the fuck was he being treated like he was the one who did something unspeakable?

As Calum stepped out of the hallway bathroom after dinner was over, he was stopped all of a sudden with Richie blocking his way. Calum exhaled through his nose, wanting to keep his irritation at bay because he needed to be civil. For Luna. “So you’re in the picture now?” Richie asked, looking and sounding every bit of unimpressed as he was. “Just like that, you’re suddenly running for Father of the Year?”

Calum’s jaw tightened as he looked into the green eyes that were similar to his daughter and her mother’s. “I’m just tryin’ to get to know the daughter I never knew I had, Rich. Why is that such an issue for you?” Then, remembering Aspen’s words, Calum scoffed. “You wanted Aspen to tell me. Why the change of heart?”

“Luna should be able to know her dad.” The thirty-one year old’s eye twitched slightly, the irritation bringing a frown to his face. “But I also don’t want her to get hurt.”

Offense took over Calum as his eyebrows drew together indignantly, leaning back slightly as he demanded through insult, “You think I’d hurt my own child?”

Richie’s eyes ran over Calum, indifferent to what he sees in front of him. “I dunno what you’re capable of,” he responded, his words utterly flooring Calum as he momentarily forgot his mission to remain stoic as he blinked in disbelieving surprise. Was this guy on something? Calum would never dream of hurting Luna. The mere thought made him nauseous.

“Look,” Calum frowned, shaking his head once to push away the curls falling across his forehead. It did nothing. “I’m here for Luna, alright? I missed out on four years of her life and I don’t plan on missin’ anymore.” He scoffed, his frown deepening as he gave a one shouldered shrug. “I’ve no idea why you’re treating me like I’m some kind of enemy, but I can assure you I’m not. ‘M just a guy tryin’ to have a relationship with his daughter. That’s it.”

“That’s it?” Richie repeated questioningly, the suspicion still present in his voice as he lifted his chin slightly, gaze roaming Calum as if he was going to find some kind of deception. “You don’t—you’re not trying to get Aspen back?”

Before he could stop himself, Calum felt his eyes widen at Richie’s inquiry, the air rushing out of his lungs in bewilderment as he blinked quickly in incredulity. When the hell had he given the impression that he wanted Aspen back? He may be conflicted about what he felt towards in regards to either wanting to forgive her or just hate her for keeping Luna from him, but whatever he may have felt for her was gone. Buried deep. Calum was positive those feelings for Aspen were nonexistent. He was sure those kinds of feelings weren’t something he was capable of feeling again for anyone.

He almost wanted to laugh at Richie’s question, certain that the man in front of him was joking, but then he saw the serious look on his face. One that told Calum that Richie was honestly wondering if getting back together with Aspen was some kind of plan he was trying to work. Calum didn’t even want to give that possibility a second’s worth of consideration. Not after what she’s done.

“No,” Calum responded with a frown and a shake of his head, hoping he was being clear in what he thought of Richie’s words. “‘M only here for Luna. As far as Aspen and I go. . .” He exhaled sharply through his nose. “We’re going to give this co-parenting thing a shot. That’s the extent of it.”

He expertly ignored the sharp pang of pain that shot through his chest.

Richie stared at him for a couple of seconds longer before his expression relaxed somewhat, seemingly satisfied with Calum’s answer. “Good,” he nodded, though there was still a hint of a frown between his eyebrows. He stepped back, turning around to head back down the hallway. “Aspen doesn’t need that from you.”

Calum felt the blood in his veins fire up a bit, his jaw tightening as he said to Richie’s back with a sharp, “She broke up with me, you know.” God knows the sting of it was still present in his bones. Ignoring it over the past few days was getting to be hard, but Calum would try his damndest to do so.

Richie didn’t bother turning around. “Doesn’t mean you were the only one hurting.”

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Sum Masonder Stuff part 82 or something lol

Okay, so. Lavender Grey and Mason Adalbert are both huge dorks. They are. And they're in love and it's beautiful. So, here are some dialogues I've made up for them haha.

Lav, jokingly,- You look like a cheeto.

Mason- Well at least I'm flaming hot then!

Lav, staring at Mason, admiring him with so much love- You're gorgeous. <3

Mason, blushing like crazy,- *sputter* NO YOU!! YOU'RE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER!! YOU'RE A LITERAL GODDESS IN THE FLESH!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

Lav, red as a strawberry,- O///////O thanks.

*proceeds to hold him tight under the blankets*

Lav- I love all of you <3

Mason- You do??? :')

Lav- Of course I do! I love you here *pecks his forehead* and here *pecks his cheek* and here *this goes on for a while lmao*

••Like almost an hour later••

Lav, very smitten,- Does that answer your question?

Mason, malfunctioning due to the amount of love,- Yeah. My turn.

Lav- Heh.

Mason- *does the exact same thing*

Lav- Button?

Mason- Lovely?

Lav- >///< sorry I just. Love my pet name so much.

Mason- Well it's true! You ARE lovely! *hugs her and kisses the corner of her mouth*

Lav- Aww, thanks n///n

Lav- Button. I'm cold. Are you?

Mason- Yeah, kinda.

Lav- Wait I'll get us a blanket. *uses magic to levitate a blanket towards them*

Mason- Also my heart is cold. Can you warm it up owo??

Lav- *adjusts blankey, then snuggles up close to him.* Of course. <3

Mason- Can I kiss you please?

Lav- Okay.

Mason- *kisses her hands*

Lav- Ò/////Ó *SPUTTER*

Mason- ÒwÓ

Lav- Hmph. My turn. *holds his face and kisses him rather passionately*

Mason, a few minutes later,- Ò////Ó

Lav- ÒwÓ

Mason- Lav is like a basket.

Travis- Explain.

Mason- She holds me.

Lav- *is carrying him bridal style* uwu

Lav- WHAT'S CRACK A LAKIN BIG SMACKING!!!! *passes out*

Mason- !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Decan- She's been like this for an hour. I'm scared. Do you think you know what happened?

Mason- ...catnip.....

Decan- Wha?

Mason- *sigh* Okay so, Jace invited Lav and I to the animal shelter he works at and she was playing with all the cats, which was absolutely ADORABLE, and SOMEHOW, SHE FOUND CATNIP, SNIFFED IT, AND NOW SHE'S HIGH OR SOMETHING!!! Is it because she has cat like qualities????

Decan- She. Got high. Off of catnip??

Lav, delirious,- HELL YEAH I DID!!! *goes back to the floor*

Decan- I'll carry her to her room. *sigh*

((This was so stupid fhdhgsfhah))

Mason- Your eyes sparkle like the ocean~♡

Lav- My eyes are brown?

Mason- Your eyes sparkle like the Hudson River?

Lav- Button, can we cuddle please?

Mason- Of course!

*cuddle each other*

Lav- *snuggles up real close*

You're such a wonderful human being, you know that? You're so compassionate about others, even when you've had a rocky past, you listen to others and what they have to say, and you're never angry like, ever. It's really rare to find people like that.

Mason-.... well, I'd say you're not so bad yourself. First of all, you're like. The most powerful human to ever exist, and that's really saying something, and from what I've been told, you escaped from your childhood hell and actually made it here, and by the luck of the all mighty universe, found a family to call your own. And the trauma? You have a super strong support system AND you're a natural born fighter.  Not to mention, you are like, SO smart about so many different things. It's amazing. And you're so, so sweet and passionate about so many people and things you love and care about. Falling in love with you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. *realizes what he just said*

Lav- *blushing like crazy* you... fell in love.... with me?

Mason- Yes! I have! I've fallen and I can't get up! You're, just, so smart, so passionate, so strong, not to mention you're absolutely GORGEOUS in every sense of the word, how could I not fall in love with you! I love you! So much!

... I love you too. Jesus, I am so in love with you I literally can't put it into words. You are such a wonderful, kind, handsome, absolutely adorable human being, all around the absolute love of my life. *holds his face*

Lav- And I think I want to kiss you until I can't feel my face anymore. You?

Mason *blushing* - Yes please.

And then they’re hardcore making out, and by that I mean they're in a mad lip lock while hands are entangled in hair and/or holding the others face. This goes on for a while lmao.

~~About like 7 minutes later~~

Lav- *breathless and very lovestruck*

Mason- *Also very breathless and very lovestruck*  So... my love, how'd I do?

Lav- Well, darling, I think you've really outdone yourself~

And then they’re snuggled up into each other, once again, enjoying the moment. <3 ((they're so cute ahhhhh))

Ok so, I like to think Mason would definitely have yearning sessions with Kyle because they would. So this was right before lav and mason got like, together together.

Kyle- You ever just have the need to like. Cuddle up with someone. And hold them close.

Mason, in a proper yearning mood,- Ugh, YES. Don't judge please, but you know Lavender?

Kyle- Yeah. We see each other every day, and she made me pride pins. That was really kind of her.

Mason- .... I would love to hold her tight and just. Snuggle up with her all day. Yeah, that sounds wonderful.... -///-

Kyle- OOOH! YOU LIKE HER!!!! ~~~

Mason- Heh!? Wha.... maybe!!! I don't have to tell you!!! *hiding his face*

Kyle- My dude, it's okay! I mean, she's nice and stuff, you guys are already giod friends, so it's not like there'd be any major problems I guess.

Mason- Well, yeah, but I just don't know if she likes me back! Like, as more than a friend!! I dunno. I'm going to her place tomorrow on Friday, and maybe I'll tell her then. Better to rip the band aid off now when it's fresh or whatever.

Kyle- Ah, ok. Tell me how it goes!! But for now, let's finish Mr. Caps homework.

Mason- Yeah, let's do that.

Ok now here's one with Lavender and her friend Tracy ; )

Lav- Cloudy?

Tracy- Yeah?

L- I like Mason. A lot.

T- *GASP* I KNEW IT!!!

L- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW IT!?!?

T- Oh, please! You guys are so CUTE! You're always with one another, always enjoying company, and I'm pretty sure those platonic relationship cuddles are flustering you now. Do you get all shy and stuff when you're around him now?

Lav- Wha- yeah? But it used to not be that way!! Hmph. Damn his cute face and his laughter. And his caring touch. And his beautiful smile. He probably tastes sweet as well...

Tracy- >:3 You're head over heels for him!!!!!

Lav- Ò/////Ó TRACY PLEASE!!!! HE MIGHT NOT LIKE ME BACK THAT WAY!!!

T- But what if he does??

Lav- ... but what if he does? *hopeful*

And then they kissed the next day XD

So me and my lovely mutual @ghostly-business came up with these uwu

Did you know Lav's favorite way to hold Mason is by straddling him and snuggling into his chest while holding each other taught? Also he strokes her hair and face as well ((Note- on this blog straddling is never s*xual)) And they're on her bed, with a warm blankey, enjoying the moment :'') They nap/sleep together all the time. For reals. Mason has been in her room more times than he can count lol. They are so cute and fluffy and in love it makes me so soff Lav wears flavored lip balm all the time (like me, currently wearing the flavor strawberry sprinkle :p) , so she likes to kiss him and she'll be all like "What flavor is it? OwO" and he'll either actually guess or be like "Hmmm, I dunno, I need to taste it again ;)" cause he's flirty like that sometimes and they're favorite flavor is root beer. Or he decides to purposely guess something very wrong to mess with her, and guesses things that are inedible like “toothpaste” and they both giggle about it YES. HE WOULD.

"Pft, not even CLOSE to blueberry, Button."

 "I know, I know."

OH WAIT WAIT WAIT

Have you seen Cloudy with a chance of meatballs???

JELLO SCRUNCHIE????

You know that scene where flint and same like, puffed their cheeks up and kissed each other? Big masonder vibes right there :OOOOOOOOOOOOO :D !! I also rly love the jello scrunchie tooo aH

 Honestly they are like, a version of masonder. Exactly, The embodiment of masonder. YES. Also Mason would totally go to like. A peach farm and pick a bunch for lav cause she loves peaches. Mason, one day, on the phone, "Hey lav meet me at my place I have a surprise byeee" Imagine them. Sharing a peach tho, like, they just take a big bite of it at the same time and then give each other the biggest smiles. Y E S.

 I’m. Somft

And she's all like "Ah, nothing beats a near over ripe peach!" Mason, "I think your smile begs to differ" Lav-😶😶😶

 Mason- And you're definitely way sweeter than they'll ever be <33 *pecks her lips*

I'M SOFF DAMMIT

 I just had a wonderful idea. Lav and Mason, on a fruit farm date, And they have so much fun. There's a bunch of kids there as well, and it's so cute seeing them help the babies reach stuff. Or taking pictures for other families. Yessss love that.

 Imagine they find this weird looking fruit and give it a name like “Fred” or something like that and take a bunch of photos/selfie of said fruit. Y E S. THEY WOULD. I'M LOVE. Mason- LOVELY OMG LOOK AT THIS STRAWBERRY

 Lav- :OOO It looks like a Fred! They name it after Scooby doo’s Fred Jones because it looks similar to him. Like it’s just vaguely Freddy like. And then it's the evening, they have like 2 baskets of various apples and peaches and stuff, and they're sitting under a big tree, Lav's head on his shoulder, and Lav's all like "Mason, I'm going to feed you a strawberry, okay?" "Okay. Ah-" and then she catches his mouth in a kiss and starts passionately kissing him. He's kissing her back as well, and after a minute or two, they depart and he holds her in his lap. The sun is going down, so they head to Mason's house, and they put away all the fruit they didn't already eat, and now they're in his room. Mason lays on his bed, Lav right after. Then they get real close and snuggle into each other. "I love you." "I love you too." And then they drift to sleep.

:'''''))))

OK BUT I had this new idea abt the whacky strawberry thing - what if, instead of Fred Jones, the strawberry looked vaguely like Lewis. They call it “Lewis Pepperberry” and the second they show Lewis he’s just:  ಠ_ಠ. Lewis Pepperberry has a very special place in the fridge.

 Oooh! Yay! Lav put a spell on it so it'll never rot.

I’m thinkin the green leaves of the strawberry could be the 2 little tufts of hair on the back of head (hopefully you know what I’m talking abt lol -) Must never let the Pepperberry rot.

 Oh Vivi and Arthur would absolutely LOVE the Pepperberry, they would never let Lewis live it down. They would pepper it in (hehe) to their conversations from time to time and Lewis would always be caught off guard by it. Mystery would find it kinda ridiculous but support it anyways (and maybe put into some of their conversations as well sometimes)

Vivi, after kissing Lewis,- Mm, sweet as a pepper berry~♡

Lewis- Ò////Ò Vivi, darling, Please....

 Oh did I ever tell you lav is strong enough to bridal style carry Mason and she loves to scoop him up and shower his face and jaw with kisses?

“Sometimes our relationship is built by being silly and Lav holding me bridal style and smooching me” - Mason

 Also yes, masonder in a nutshell. Infinite smooches and holding. Along with being huge dorks. Omg.  You know how when moms kiss their newborn babies and they make those little noises while they kiss them 50 times on the same spot of their cheek? This makes little sense, but Lav and Mason kiss each other like that. They like, chose a spot and rapid fire kiss it like 50 times and it makes this little like, noise, IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN LMAOO. I literally can't explain it omg. But they smooch All. The. Time. And Mason is a surprisingly good kisser lol. Lav is almost there XD.

 I think you may be talking about a raspberry (not the fruit, the informal def is: a sound made with the tongue and lips in order to express derision or contempt. It’s like a pbbth sound I think how you’d describe it? I might be wrong so correct me if I am lol) KINDA. Like, it sounds like you're calling for like. A cat. This makes no sense I'm so sorry. It’s alright XD

But they do blow little raspberries on like the neck and stuff to get a laugh out of each other. Awwww.

 :OOO

The night of their wedding. They go to their room it's literally DRENCHED in pillows and blankets and sheets. There's a note from everyone that says "do what you want :p" They build the best pillow fort ever and be cute and cuddle and snuggle. They also try for a baby but that's another story lol

XD I love that tho pillow forts are most certainly their thing. They do it every Friday night and watch a sappy movie too with their favorite beverage. 

I LOVE YOU, YES They're watching Frozen and Lav is belting all the songs as Mason awkwardly dances, he sings along as well. Big cuddle time, Lav is probably laying in or on Mason’s lap, or against his side with her arms wrapped around him and his hand stroking her hair. Yes :'') They always sing along during musicals on Friday night’s it’s a rule that must NEVER be broken. Y E S. (Unless they’re in a theater, that’s the only exception tho) Of course uwu

 :OOO THEY SING BROADWAY TOGETHER. YES. BROADWAY MUSICALS THAT IS. THEY KNOW THE BE MORE CHILL AND MEAN GIRLS MUSICAL BY HEART. Those also happen to be the only musicals I know all the songs of haha. Mason definitely brushes her hair. Lavender has very voluminous hair and it's long and pretty and so much fun to play and style it. He'll blow dry it and brush it for her 100% And then he'll hold her and sleep with her :') I’m listening to a song in Singin in The Rain and I heard the PERFECT masonder quote that I think fits them really well: *it’s raining pretty hard outside* Lav - “Be careful, it’s raining a little harder than usual tonight.”

Mason - “Really? From where I stand the sun is shining all over the place ~”

And then Mason gives a sweet peck to her lips (it’s not the EXACT quote from the movie bc I altered it so it isn’t as specific and could be applied anywhere, but it still followed what was said)

 Awwwwwwwww I love it!!

 I don't deserve my own ocs mgsmgysltsltlstlstlslts

 XD They’re too good for this world. Exactly. They have so, so SO much love for each other.

😍😍😍😍😍 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Constant masonder mood.

Definitely.

And that's what we came up with XD

[kee-writestrashh]

Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary:  You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 52: Wind of Change

[You: meet me in the den in 10.]

You stood there wondering if you had time to make it to your bedroom to change before having to be in the living area.

[Matt: already here.]

You'd better not risk it. Ramsay was already stressed and on the verge of a snap.

[Ben: 10-4]

[Alyn: give me like 5 min.]

[You: better hurry or I will break your knee caps, Alyn!]

You examined the ugly curtains as you walked down the hall. Those would definitely have to go. What century were they even from? Gross.

You entered the den to find Matt and Alyn, arguing over baseball teams.

"What's up?" Alyn asked as you took your seat beside him.

"I want to get Rams out for the night. He's turning into a cranky old businessman." You said with a heavy sigh.

"I can't go. Race night. Have a spot to defend." Alyn said with an apologetic shrug.

You frowned and shot a look at Matt, who quailed under your glare.

"I'm free." He said quickly as Ben walked in, looking rather angry.

"Stop yelling at me, woman!" He yelled as Carmen could be heard shouting from down the hall.

"Not even going to ask you, because you're coming. You could use a drink or five." You said as Ben threw himself in a chair with an irritable growl.

"Where we goin'?" Matt asked.

"Dunno. I'm always just along for the ride, you boys can choose."

"Well, what are you wanting to do?" Ben asked, eyeing you closely.

"Find someone for my husband to take his frustration out on." You said.

Ben gave an understanding nod, "right. Got a couple places we could go. Are you feeling expensive rich or just rich?"

You snorted, "does it matter?"

"Nah, rich people are shitbags." Ben chuckled, motioning to your group.

"Hey, don't include me in that. I'm not rich." Matt chuckled.

"Nah, you just now have temporary residence in a manor where people wait on you hand and foot, make more money a week than most do in a month, own a brand new Corvette with thousands of dollars of custom work done on top of the list price, and head a street gang with a bloody reputation." Ben laughed, "oh, and at the age of eighteen. You are such a little Ramsay."

Matt flushed, shrugging in defeat, giving a shy grin.

Ramsay walked in, looking your group over. So small now with Damon gone. And even Yellow Dick. You wondered if Ramsay would fill in Yellow Dick's spot?

"Well?" He asked, looking over at you.

"I have two of three." You said, hopefully.

"Who's being a party foul?" Ramsay asked, frowning.

Alyn raised his hand, "Racing tonight."

Ramsay tutted and sucked his front teeth, "ever find out what happened to the Stark girl?"

Ben shook his head, "nothing. She's a ghost apparently. Like the rest of her family."

"Hm." Ramsay hummed, "Well I guess it doesn't matter. Where are we going?"

"There's a new club that just opened up on the north strip, not our kind of place. But it's  No Man's Land. I'm sure we could drop some elbows on Lions and Stags. Got some men itching to make some money." Ben said giving Ramsay a sly grin.

"Then let's go drop some elbows. We leave in three." Ramsay smirked, glancing down at his watch.

"I don't have to wear a tie do I? I'm really not cut out for that." Matt hummed, pulling his hat down over his eyes, crossing his arms, and pushing himself back into the couch as far as he could.

"I won't make you wear a tie, but you're not going to look like a slob, representing me." Ramsay said, kicking Matt's dirty shoes.

"Yessir." Matt yawned, pulling a blanket over him.

You rose from your seat, stomach rumbling.

"Well, I'm going to go raid the fridge." You said leaving the Boys.

You stood there staring at the shelves of the refrigerator with a small frown.

"Whatcha doin'?" Kaden asked, from his spot at the bar, drinking from his straw.

"Well it would seem that your Cousin Damon is hungry, but nothing seems appetizing to him." You sighed, closing the door.

"What kind of things does he like? Maybe you could add them all together." Kaden said, eyeing your belly.

You laughed, "I don't think it would taste very good honestly. What do you have goin' on there?"

Kaden held up a dinosaur chicken nugget, "Abuela made me dinner before she went to help mama. You can have some if you like."

"Dinos it is, then." You laughed. He beamed.

You made a plate and sat beside Kaden, who kicked his feet against his stool.

"What kind of vegetables do you like?" You asked.

"Peas are my favorite. And green beans. And corn." Kaden said brightly, looking down at his plate.

"Hm. Me too. Uncle Ramsay hates peas." You said, pushing your peas around on the plate.

"Well he just don't know what he's missin'." Kaden said, chewing on his straw.

You laughed. He sounded just like his father. Children. Perfect miniature versions of their parents. For the sake of your sanity, hopefully your son was more like you, not that you were any better than your husband... But maybe not quite so wild.

"So... do you eat the head or the tail first?" You asked, examining the t-rex closely.

"Depends." Kaden shrugged, tearing into his nugget.

"On?" You asked, watching the boy with a grin.

"Oh, don't be stupid. It depends on the time of day and rotational tilt of the earth in the fourth year in the trans-something-or-another orbital... shit." Ramsay said with an air of superiority, yet finishing rather lamely.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, pulling your hand away from him.

"Get your own, good sir." You shrieked, waving your husband away.

"I'm afraid mine have all gone extinct." Ramsay sighed in mock sadness, glancing down at his watch, "they all moved from Jurassic Park to Jurassic World."

You laughed. Kaden crinkled his brows in confusion.

"Kid! Why did you let her force those nasty little things on you?" Ramsay said in distaste, looking down at the peas.

"We like peas." You said, sticking your tongue out.

"Yeah. We like the good stuff." Kaden pipped up, finally setting his fork down long enough to speak.

"Knock some sense into you, boy." Ramsay tutted, taking a seat beside you.

You looked at your husband fondly. He was quite a character. How could someone so full if anger and rage, and yet act like he had no emotions, be so charming and funny? How did he do it?

"Ah! There you are, tiny ese. I've been looking everywhere for you." Ben sighed, walking in.

"Sorry, he was my dinner date." You said, offering a smile, holding up your nugget and biting its head off.

"Nah, it's cool. Just didn't want my ass chewed by the devil woman." Ben said, glancing around hopefully for food, swiping a handful of nuggets from the tray. "You know, these are the best drunk food. Kid you not."

"Children." Ramsay tutted, rolling his eyes.

"Says the man with thirty boxes of Scooby-Doo gummy snacks." You said with a sly grin.

He shrugged, pushing his stool away from the bar and standing.

You finished the last of your food, "sweetheart, I enjoyed our dinner. Maybe we can do it again sometime. Maybe you can help me make pizza. I make really good pizza dough."

"The best." Alyn added, walking in, "right I'm out of here. Need to change tires. I'll be back sometime tonight. Don't plan on racing all night, but got some other shit to do."

"Like what?" Matt asked, walking in behind Alyn, swiping a soda off the counter.

"Your mom." Alyn chuckled, side stepping Matt's fist and shaking Ramsay's hand.

"Well, I'm going to go get dressed, I guess, while you three pregame." You said, sliding from your stool.

Ramsay slapped your ass as you walked past. You threw him a dirty look, heat rising in your face as Kaden giggled.

Halfway up the stairs you ran into Carmen.

"Have you seen my little one?" She asked.

"Him and I just finished dinner. He was still in the kitchen with Ben when I left." You smiled, pushing up the stairs.

You glanced out a window at a cloudy, twilit sky as you walked past.

"Whew. I'm getting too pregnant for this." You muttered, crossing your room to your closet. You glanced the dresses over with a small frown as the door clicked behind you. Grey fuzz and a tiny meow wound around your leg as you turned to see Ramsay standing there.

"There you are. I was beginning to worry you were lost somewhere." You said with a small smile, glancing down at Herman. You looked up at your husband, "what am I dressing for? Is it cold?"

"A bit of a chill in the air. Just be grungy. We are rich enough to afford that look without being looked down on." Ramsay shrugged, pulling his tie from over his head and tossing it on the bed.

You crossed over to him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing each bit of skin you exposed.

He drew a deep breath, resting his hands on your hips as you kissed across his chest. The cuts from the night before still hot and angry, yet scabbed over nicely... or as nicely as scabs and cuts went.

"How was work?" You asked, resting you cheek to his left breast and listening to his heartbeat.

"Fucking bullshit. Losing roughly twelve point five in sales, as everything burnt to the ground. Someone, and if I ever find out who, they are more than dead, set up some dodgy fucking insurance scam. So all building and replacing will come out of pocket. So that's easily another three to four months of lost income." He said bitterly.

"Yes, maybe... But, the bar opens next Saturday. And you've projected a decent amount of legit income from that." You said with an encouraging smile as you pulled away from him to find a pair of jeans and band tee.

"When is the last time you talked to Olyvar?" He asked, stepping into the closet with you, nudging the cat out of the way.

"Hmm... been a couple days. Why?" You said, grabbing a pair of jeans from a hanger.

"Just curious. You seem rather distant from him in the last few months." He shrugged, examining two pairs of jeans.

"We've all had a lot going on. He understands. But after the bar opens, we will be able to see one another a lot more." You said, sliding your pants down, and pulling your shirt off to change.

"Is it weird that I find you extremely fucking hot while you're pregnant?" He asked, running his eyes over you with a wolfish grin.

"I'm going to say no, for the sake of my self-esteem." You grinned, struggling to button your pants and finally giving up with a frustrated sigh.

Ramsay pulled you into him, nipping at your ear, "leave them like that. I will make it worth it."

"Is that so?" You purred, pushing a finger into his bare chest.

"Have I ever failed you yet, little mama?"

You gave an embarrassed grin, pulling a shirt from its hanger and sliding it over your head.

"How long do I have?" You asked, walking into the bathroom and crossing the cold marble floor to a vanity in the corner.

"Long as you want." Ramsay shrugged, leaning in the doorway and watching you as you plugged a curling iron in.

"Well, give me about thirty minutes and I will be ready." You said, looking at him through the mirror.

"Aye, aye." Ramsay hummed, pushing off the door frame and leaving.

×××

Ramsay helped you from the car, dropping the keys in the valet's hand and grabbed the teenager by the front of his shirt, "fuck her up at all and I will kill you. Literally." He growled, shoving the kid away from him.

"Y-yes sir." The kid nodded, eyes wide in fear, clutching the keys to his chest.

You grabbed Ramsay's hand and pulled him along, "stop being so grouchy."

Ramsay clucked, "I'm not grouchy, woman."

"Mhm, and I'm not almost six months pregnant." You replied, leading him to where Ben and Matt were leaning against a wall.

"Haven't seen that shirt in a minute." Ben said, glancing your shirt over.

You had chosen one of Ramsay's old band tees, as none of your shirts were long enough to hide the fact that your pants were unbuttoned and only halfway zipped.

"Yeah, guess I had left it in my closet when I left home. Shit ton of other things I forgot I had." Ramsay said, looking at the shirt with an almost uncharacteristically sad smile, that made you feel as though you should have chosen something else.

"Scorpions, man. Best concert ever. I miss Dame whistling 'Wind of Change'. He always did it at the worst times." Ben grinned with the same sad look.

You gave Matt a quick glance who gave you the same look. Two outsiders intruding on heartbreak.

Ramsay laced his fingers in yours and led you through the doors.

It was loud, dim, and you could feel the music drumming in your chest as people walked around wearing glow sticks and very revealing clothing.

You pulled Ramsay along with you to an empty table near the most vacant side of the club.

You made to sit but Ramsay pulled you into his lap as Matt and Ben waded through the crowd towards the bar.

You watched people dance, laugh, and shout at one another in loud, drunken voices as Ramsay rested his chin on your shoulder, occasionally biting at your neck.

Ben returned with a tray of shots, and a few moments later Matt returned with Tyene on his arm, who was closely followed by Obella.

You smiled brightly at them both and gave them brief one armed hugs.

Ben passed out the shots and Matt sat a glass of water in front of you as you shed your jacket, placing it in the empty chair beside you were a shot for Damon had been set.

"So glad you came. We have some news." Tyene said, sitting beside you and Ramsay.

"Well, spill the beans." You prompted, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table as Ramsay ran his hand up the back of your shirt, tugging at your bra strap.

"Tyrion Lannister has been spotted, in the presence of some blonde. No one seems to know exactly who she is. Working on that. Cersei is going off the deep end. Really twisting the Tyrell's into doing all her dirty work. Heard she's about to put in for running for mayor", -Ramsay snorted into his glass- "Right? Anyways, Feds are crawling all over. Upturning every rock. Asking all kinds of questions to all kinds of people. Offering safety and amnesty for cooperation and shit. It's getting weird." Tyene finished by taking a long drink from Matt's glass.

"Maybe I should have Alyn drop the spot and not race tonight..." Ramsay said thoughtfully, glancing at his watch again.

You squirmed in discomfort as baby movements caught you unawares in the ribs.

"But you girls are safe? No problems from anyone?" You asked, glancing the club over and taking a sip of water.

"Not yet. Just a matter of time. With Papa's record, we will be targeted." Obella cut in.

You looked at the two girls and frowned, "keep your ears and eyes open, but don't engage in anything. Please. For your safety. The Boys and Kings can take care of the muscle. Report anything suspicious to me immediately. I will come by the shop tomorrow. I'm taking my soon to be sister in law dress shopping and all that jazz. Mostly I'm just ready to cake taste, but... whatevs."

"You didn't tell me that." Ramsay frowned, giving you a hard look and digging a nail into your back.

"Sorry baby. I guess I forgot. Kind of been a long few days." You said, offering an apologetic smile.

He merely clucked in annoyance, watching people walk by.

You leaned back into Ramsay who seemed to have melted into his chair as he continued to drink and light cigarette after cigarette.

"You okay?" You asked, kissing at his ear.

"Fine." He sighed, wrapping his arms around you, resting his hands on your belly.

"Liar." You hissed, grinding your ass into his pants.

He pushed his hips into you and let a smirk form.

"You are evil." He chuckled, sitting up straight and pulling you further back into him.

"I learned from the best." You winked, nipping the corner of his mouth.

"Have you found someone yet? I'm getting bored. This place blows."

"Bored? Well we can't have that now, can we?" You said, standing up and glancing around.

"What are you doing?" He asked, resting his elbows on the table and watching you through narrowed eyes.

"Making it a bit more fun." You grinned walking away into the crowd.

You glanced back to see Ramsay sitting there in momentary confusion before he rose from his seat, as someone bumped you in the arm.

You turned to see who it was. A very drunk man, who grabbed your arm painfully with a grin.

You looked at him in disgust and pulled away from him. You glanced him over quickly, taking his image in so you could find him later before pushing on further into the alcohol perfumed crowd.

You glanced around to find yourself alone in a group of strangers, all having a good time. It was hot and you quickly grew tired of people bumping into you, afraid someone may accidentally hurt your pregnant belly. You pushed through the crowd until the breathing air became a bit cooler, and moving space was more ample. You turned to give a sweeping glance over the crowd again, grinning in triumph that you had given your husband the slip.

You turned back around and stifled a small gasp as Ramsay pressed his lips harshly to yours.

"Nice try. But I believe you are now 'it'." He chuckled, pulling you in closer, and sliding his tongue in your mouth.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into him, running your tongue over his, tasting the alcohol and cigarette smoke.

He pulled away from you when you were both breathless.

"I found the man I want to kill." You panted, pulling him back in for another kiss.

"Show me." He murmured against your lips with a dark grin.

"I don't know where he went. But he's wearing a dark button up with a purple tie. Dark hair, grey eyes. Wearing a stupid smirk like he owns the goddamn place." You said, glancing around again.

"Dark shirt, purple tie. Got it." He hummed, tugging you back along to your table.

It was as if the heavens knew how to deliver, as the man sat at your table, having a seemingly good time with your girls, Ben, and Matt.

Ramsay caught your eye and you gave a tiny nod and shrug.

"And who is our friend here?" Ramsay asked in polite interest, eyes glittering in the thrill of the hunt.

"Names Cley. Cley Cerwyn." The man said, glancing you over again.

"Hm. That last name sounds familiar?" Ramsay said, pretending to take an interest and sitting at the table, pulling you possessively into his lap.

"Yeah, maybe. Family full of cops. My father worked a lot with Ned Stark and his son." Cley said with a nod.

Ramsay snapped his fingers and gave a mock gasp of shock, "that's right. I know your father. Or knew your father, rather. I stomped his fucking head in a couple months back. Real pain in the ass he was."

You watched the man stare dumbfounded at Ramsay, who motioned to Matt and Ben before the man could register what was going on.

"Let's go have a bit of fun." Ramsay smirked, sliding you from his lap as Ben seemed to do no more than pat the guy on the shoulder as he slumped forward, unconscious. Looking simply as a passed out drunk.

"Oh, I love when you do that." Ramsay chuckled, looking down at the man.

Ben gave a grin and a wink as you waved to Obella and Tyene.

×××

"Well, this is new." You said, glancing around the abandoned building.

"Just found it. Haven't used it yet. Just a run down apartment complex. Set to be demolished soon." Ramsay said, opening a door for you.

You entered the flat, glancing around the empty place bathed in the orange glare from the street light outside. It had the smell of a house that had been left to sit and rot. You glimpsed a mouse running across the floor to get away from you.

Ramsay grabbed your hand and tugged you into a small kitchen. The cabinets open, appliances gone, but the outline of them etched on the walls. Ramsay turned on the sink tap, grinning as the water came out. He had no doubt had the water turned on, ready to use this place at least once before it was gone. You assumed it to be like a tiny little hidden gem for him and his sick games. There sat a bucket, which Ramsay had grabbed up to start filling with water, and a simple wooden chair. On the floor beside the chair sat a box of surgical gloves, a flashlight, and a rusty looking knife.

You looked out the kitchen window, watching a stray dog forage through rotten garbage at an over flowing dumpster. You had never been to this side of town other than when Ramsay made you sit and wait in the Nova as he took care of some financial business.

"How, um... populated is this area?" You asked, looking back at Ramsay, who sat the bucket of water down.

He shrugged and lit a cigarette, "pretty dense. But if you're afraid of anyone hearing anything or seeing anything it's all for not. People around here don't trust cops and have a serious bystander effect disease. Nobody wants the cops over here. Too much illegal shit going on."

You simply nodded as Ben and Matt came in, dragging Cley along, depositing him in the chair, tying his hands behind him, and securing his legs to the legs of the chair.

"Thank you, Boys. You are both free to go." Ramsay said, running his eyes over the still unconscious man.

"You sure?" Ben asked, looking from man to Ramsay.

Ramsay nodded, "just be sure to leave the front door unlocked for me."

Ben chuckled, grabbed Matt by the elbow and they both disappeared into the dark.

You sat up on the counter as Ramsay flipped the flashlight on. He said nothing until a minute or two after you heard the front door close.

"What's up? I know you didn't want to do this for shits and giggles. You look ready to pass out any second with your pregnant ass." Ramsay said, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the counter you sat on.

You sighed, "you told me never to fuck up. So I won't. I never meant to. I just... I love you Ramsay. So I thought we could have a heart to heart while making hearts stop."

"You are just a bleeding romantic, aren't ya?" He laughed, exhaling smoke through his nose.

You gave a laugh, "Well, maybe a bit. But really baby, we need to talk."

"Fire away." He murmured, pulling gloves on and glancing over at the unconscious man.

"I spoke to your father today." You said meekly.

"Why?" He asked, picking up a bucket of water.

"Because I hate him and I'm tired of him hurting you." You said, sliding from the counter, pulling your own gloves, and picking up the knife.

"He doesn't hurt me, baby doll." Ramsay replied, dumping the bucket of water on the man, who awoke with a scream.

Cley's eyes were wide in fear as he struggled against his restraints, trying to make words but failing miserably.

"Yes he does, baby. Last night... When you were in there. I walked in. I was worried about you. I heard the things you said. The things he said. You were hurting and upset." You said gently, stuffing the man's mouth with a cloth you pulled from Ramsay's back pocket.

Ramsay turned to you and gave you a long, sweeping look through glittering eyes, taking the knife from you.

"Why are you telling me this?" He demanded, rosy patches appearing on his cheeks.

You gave a soft smile and stepped into him. You grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pressed your lips to his.

He did not kiss you back immediately, but you pressed your lips harder to his, sliding your tongue in his mouth. He opened his mouth under yours and cupped your face.

You pulled away from him when you were winded, looking up at him with the same soft smile, "I'm telling you because I love you. I'm tired, baby. I am physically and mentally exhausted. I'm no good at all this sneaky, secret keeping bullshit. I'm good at things like... cooking, and riding horses, and shooting skeet. I'm not stupid, but I am a bit slow. You're always going. And I don't understand how. Damon told me you had to or you get lost in your head. What does that mean?"

"Damon told you that, huh?" He said, raising a brow and turning to the man you two were supposed to be torturing.

"The day he brought those pictures. I think he knew something was wrong. Told me not to fuck up. Told me I'm the foundation and not to crack." You said, taking the knife from your husband, and pressing the blade to the man's chest to cut away his shirt.

"He just meant that I'm suicidal. Which is apparent. But sometimes it's hard for me to tell if I want to engage in self harm to feel the rush or to end the rush. I don't want to die, but I couldn't give a shit if I did." Ramsay shrugged, grabbing the knife back.

"Baby, what did your father do to you?" You asked, watching him lean over the man to slide the knife just under the skin.

Cley screamed out in pain, making violent movements and further damaging his skin as the knife hacked and sawed at him in his struggle. The blood came down thick and bright red, like a continuous stream from the sink tap.

"Why does it matter?" He asked, making a quick, complicated movement and peeling flesh from the man.

You looked away as an unpleasant queasiness set in.

"Please tell me. I want to understand. I want to help you heal, the healthy way."

"Torture I guess is about all that needs to be said." Ramsay said, slowly sawing at the skin where it was still attached to the body, and watching the piece of flesh fall to the ground.

"Like?" You coaxed, stepping behind him and wrapping your arms around him, closing your eyes tight, ignoring the screams of agony and torture.

"He beat me, raped me, burned me, shocked me, half drown me... You know, stupid shit." Ramsay shrugged.

You listened to the rumble of his chest with a deep frown.

"Why is he still alive?" You asked, a fresh wave of anger forming as you pulled away from Ramsay and took the knife from him, stabbing the man in the leg as he continued to beg and scream into the gag.

"Because, now I get to force my company on him, and he has to endure twenty seven years worth of lost time with his youngest son." Ramsay smirked, biting his bottom lip as he watched you wrench the knife from the man's leg.

"I'm going to kill him. I am." You said, baring your teeth and pointing the knife at your husband.

"Oh?" Ramsay asked with a wicked grin.

You sat in a chair, ready to recount your encounter, thinking next time you would just record it. If there was a next time.

You took a deep breath and began your story.

He made a face, lit a cigarette, and turned back to the man who seemed to have passed out in pain. He made a small tsking noise and pushed the bucket to you.

You picked it up to fill it at the sink, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he listened to you recite the conversation from today with Roose. His face remained impassive and no emotion registered as you struggled with the heavy bucket.

He glanced at you, stepping in to take the bucket from you. Your words had long since ended, but he remained silent as he dumped the water on the victim, sat down on the bucket, and pushed a burning cigarette cherry into an open wound.

You watched the man scream and writhe in pain, trying to get away from Ramsay, tears streaking his face.

If carving skin could be considered an art, Ramsay Bolton would surely have been the Leonardo Da Vinci at it. Even with his dull, rusty blade, he seemed to cut through the flesh like sharp scissors to wrapping paper.

He offered you the knife but you declined with a small smile, assuring him that this victim was for him to play with, and you would help him with the next one.

You looked down in surprise when your phone rang, and even more surprised when you read Chase.

You stepped out into the next room, "hello?"

"Hey, I'm working nights this week. And one of the guys said I missed the excitement earlier. So I asked what was up, right? Two feds came in. Took all the case information on Clay's death and also wanted a gander at courthouse records on who bought all the land around here in the last few months." Chase blurted quickly.

You frowned, "any idea what their names were?"

"No. But I'll text it to you. Stay safe."

"Always. You too. Keep me posted. Oh! And you and the whole gang better be here next Saturday night." You said before hanging up.

You slid your phone back in your pocket and walked back into the room. With a purposeful stride you walked over to Ramsay, took his knife, and gutted your victim.

"Hey! What did you do that for? I was having fun." Ramsay chided, giving you a very displeased glare.

"We need to go home." You said, annoyed you couldn't keep your voice steady.

"What's wrong?" Ramsay asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Chase just called. Said some Feds came by the station to get information on Clay's death and got the information about who has bought all the land in the surrounding area. I'm afraid it's those Lannister men." You said, heaving a sigh and pinching the bridge of your nose, "what if they connect it all to us? What if they threaten my parents?"

"Baby girl, they can't possibly connect us. Yes, some of the purchased land is in my name, but there's nothing suspicious about that. It's your hometown, we are rich, of course I'm going to buy up land there for you. It's clean land. Nothing on it but a couple of houses that need demolished. I've covered my tracks." Ramsay said, taking the knife from you and giving a sad glare at the dead man.

"Still, if they are Lannister's, they know." You said, fear setting in at the thought of your parents.

"We will go home and clean up and I will see what's going on." Ramsay said, kissing your cheek as he walked past you to the door. He suddenly stopped, turned, and beamed at you with a mischievous grin.

"What?" You asked, raising a brow.

"You. You're funny. It's like you have a vendetta against men with the name Clay." He chuckled.

You looked over at Cley, his insides slowly pushing themselves further out of his gut, and gave a shrug. "Yeah, maybe so. Fucking douchebags. Now, let's go home. I'm fucking tired."

[monkees-on-the-line]

Soda Pop & Incense

Summary: Peter & Davy were a ‘thing’ for six months before Peter decides to take a year off of college for a soul-searching 1 year trip. That’s when things get messy. 

Fearing commitment, Davy wrecks the entire thing. But when Peter comes back, will they mend things?

Words: 5,455

Ships: Jork & Dolenzmith 

Davy had been feeling nostalgic lately. And not in the good way, no, this made him feel sick. His throat would close up and it would be impossible for him to catch his breath. Part of him wished that he could just forget everything that happened the year before. But the part of him that was still in bed laying next to him, would put up a good fight to stop that. 

God, being in bed with him. He just had to start falling down that wormhole of memories, didn’t he? Curling up in those pile of thin blankets because it never occurred to either of them to buy a thicker one. Though, he did have that old ratty Scooby Doo blanket that must have been from when he was a kid, curled up & hidden under his bed. Davy had found it one over night visit and never mentioned it, just thinking about how cute it was...how cute he was. 

He smelled like soda pop and incense. Davy couldn’t get enough of it. Until he did...or at least he thought he did. 

“I don’t want this to be some sort of fling you forget about in a year, I actually have feelings for you.”

The words popped back into Davy’s head like magic, recalling the tone & the insecurity just the same as he’d heard it that night. 

He blinked, squeezing his eyes shut for a second or two as he continued walking down the sidewalk. He pressed his thumb against the side of his nose. He was getting that feeling you get when you drink too much soda and the fizz sort of creeps uncomfortably at your nose, giving you a weird half-headache. An echo of what he’d felt that night. 

Committing to someone was never Davy’s speed, let alone to a guy who was asking Davy to wait for him while he took a year off of college to go on some sort of trip. So anxiety got to him, so he ruined the only relationship he’d ever had that meant anything to him? Who cared? it’s the past. What’s done is done. 

They’d only been ‘dating’ or ‘hooking up’, as Davy had mistakenly referred to it that night he’d left, for six months. Giving him just enough time to work his way into the group, to worm his way into Micky & Mike’s lives too. He was too damn likable. 

Davy was over it...he had to be. He had a lot of time without him to think about it. 

But yet, Davy was still aimlessly walking around with it all on his mind like some angst ridden teenager. 

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-”No, no. Micky, you don’t wanna come over today, trust me. I’m-I’m really ill, man.” Davy faded his chuckle into a cough with ease, fingers curled over the phone. His friend hummed on the other end, the way he did when he was suspicious and Davy fought the urge to huff in frustration. “Mick, if you don’t let me go right now...I  might vomit onto my phone.” He pursed his lips, nose twitching in the cold. He hoped the slight anger in his tone might give Micky the hint.

But his friend was restless as ever. Just like when they were little tykes living in matching tan houses on a street called Beachwood Lane. The green grass of their lawns was waiting for them, Micky would say as he begged Davy to go out and play with him. Davy would act like he wasn’t going to say yes for at least five minutes before going out and maybe watching Micky fall off his scooter a couple times, whatever it was they used to do. 

“Are you sure I can’t come over? I was gonna tell you-”

“Micky, I’m sick. I’m not in the mood.” Davy spoke the lie confidently and felt a jab in his stomach as he looked out at the open outside air. He shook his legs back and forth as they hung over the concrete wall he was currently sat on. 

“But Davy, It’s important-” Micky tried once again to get through to his stubborn friend but Davy just came up with another excuse. Knowing he didn’t have much time left, Micky went with the last option. 

“Bye, Micky-” 

“Mike is picking Peter up from the airport, ok? Byeeeee” Micky spoke quickly to make sure he could squeeze it all in before Davy hung up. 

It barely registered to Davy what Micky had said until a few seconds after he’d hung up. It had been a little over a year, hadn’t it? Peter had said he’d be gone for just a year but Davy had kind of been selfishly hoping that since they fought, Peter might not come back at all. 

Davy groaned and immediately re-dialed Micky’s number, who picked up instantly. “Hey, already on my way-”

“I’m not at home, I’m by the beach.” Davy looked at the water in front of him, just past the warm sand, he shook his legs again. 

“Fun! It’s a little cold for that. Should I bring the shovel so you can bury your feelings in the sand?” Though Davy couldn’t see him, it was easy to tell his curly haired friend was smirking. 

“Funny, Micky.” Davy scowled while Micky laughed in his ear.  He took in a deep breath just as small waves of blue crashed onto the shore and hung up the phone. 

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“Why is Mike picking him up? Can’t one of his old pals get him?” Davy asked with narrowed eyes just as Micky started walking up to him, sneakers skidding in the grass that ended just where the little concrete wall began. Micky plopped down next to him, picking his right leg up to rest on the wall while his left hung loosely over.  

“Well, Peter called to say he was coming back-”

“Hold on. He called you guys?” Davy held out his hand to tell Micky to ‘hold it’, who looked annoyed. 

“Yeah, you call your friends when you’re gonna be back in town.” Micky shook his head and Davy scowled. “Davy, you haven’t spoken to the guy in a year. Did you really think he was gonna call you...and what? Warn you?” Micky rolled his eyes and Davy clamped his mouth shut. 

“Anyway, Mike offered to pick him up. He likes the long drives.” Micky shrugged. “I get the fun job, Davy damage control.” Micky reached over to pat Davy’s shoulder who just smacked his hand away. Micky didn’t seem that bothered. 

Davy looked back towards the water and leaned back on his palms, Micky stared at the side of his face for a second before copying the action. “So you guys are gonna pal around him again?” 

“I dunno about ‘pal around’, maybe ‘hang out’? Or if we’re crazy maybe a ‘get together’ here and there or perhaps a-” Micky’s sarcastic voice was cut off when Davy looked back again with heat in his eyes. 

“What do I say here, Davy? Yeah, he’s our friend. You don’t have to be around when he is, if you don’t want.” Micky pursed his lips and Davy gave a bitter laugh. 

“That’s great. I don’t have to be around if I don’t want to.” He shook his head. “I expected Mike would keep in touch. But c’mon Micky you’re my best mate and you’re gonna hang around my ex?” Davy’s voice was thick with hurt and Micky frowned. 

“Don’t make it sound like that.” Micky picked at his shoelace, feeling guilt in his chest. “The guy was so into you, he followed wherever you went with actual hearts in his eyes. And you-you just lead him on? When it was over, you told me that you two were just having fun. But Peter once told me that he could really fall for you-” 

Davy widened his eyes, not ever aware that Peter had ever said anything like that. 

“It’s not like he did anything horrible. He’s our friend.” Micky sighed, looking back to the water again. Davy felt his heart drop into his stomach and was overcome with the worst feeling of regret that he attempted to drown out. 

“So...how was his trip?” Davy asked, though he really didn’t want to know the details. Micky sighed with thought and shook his leg. 

“Good. He told me that it was really what he needed before he went back to school. He went all sorts of places...hearing him say it really makes you wanna do it, y’know? You should hear him say it.” Micky shrugged, his voice fading off in that higher pitch he used when he was nervous. 

Davy shook his head, seemingly offended at the suggestion. “Look, I’m just thinking that you could talk to him....cause I mean, just ‘having fun’ for six months? Really, Davy? You were into him more than you say. You were really happy when you two were a thing” Micky sniffled from the slight chill. 

“I’m not saying it was great to be six months into it and have Peter decided to go off on some soul-searching year trip. I would have been thrown off too.” Micky shrugged, the statement caught Davy’s attention. “But it was just a year of long distance. That’s not that bad. I know you really liked him, I don’t get why you had to make it seem like the whole ‘relationship’, whatever you wanna call it, was nothing to you.”

“I know you like to stick your nose into other people’s business, Micky. But-” Davy turned to fully face Micky who ran his hand through his hair. “Ok, maybe you’re right. I was really into Peter...like really into him. But Micky, I was freaking out.” Davy shook his head.

“Peter was the first guy I was really with...you know that.” Davy gestured and Micky nodded. “Commitment in general is not my thing, let alone to a guy. I knew that if I said yes to the long distance thing- that Peter and I were serious and I just-I wasn’t ready so I fucking blew it because I was scared.” Davy’s voice cracked and he turned away again. 

“You could have talked to him or hell, even me. You know I had some trouble with my sexuality too.” Micky gently pat Davy’s shoulder, who just looked more guilty. 

“I should have but I didn’t. It’s done. Nothing I can do about it.” Davy sighed, eyes a little watery. 

“This whole thing is really complicated. I just want us to all be friends cause I love you guys-” 

“You’re really naive, Micky. Did y’know that?” Davy intended to make those words sound harsh but looking at his friends face, they came out much softer. “I was real shit to Peter before he left. We aren’t going to mates, I can tell you that much.” 

“But if-” Micky was interrupted at the sound of his phone and slipped it from his pocket. “Hello?-Oh, I’m with Davy, yeah. -Noooo, I left them on the counter.” Micky’s face was taken over by a small grin and Davy felt a little jealous. 

“Look under the-No? They aren’t there?...Oh! You know what, I think I put them on the nightstand actually!” Micky smacked his forehead. Davy could hear Mike’s voice on the other end, annoyed but amused at Micky’s bad memory. 

“Ok.....I love you, be careful. Bye.” Micky hung up and threw Davy a sympathetic grin. “He couldn’t find his keys, he’s gonna get Peter now.”

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Mike pulled up to just pick Peter up from the car but remembered Micky’s voice from the morning, nagging him about going inside to meet Peter at baggage claim. He sighed, turned his car around and went to park. 

Mike got inside, bought himself a coffee from the stand and sat down right where Peter should be coming in a few minutes. 

Mike kind of enjoyed the drive up there and he was about to complain about sitting around with a nice cup of coffee. He liked to watch the people passing about him and wonder where they were coming from or going to. 

His good time was soon to be interrupted as Peter made his way towards his, picking his bag up on the way. The orange bag rolled behind him as he strolled over to Mike with a large grin. “Mike!” 

Mike nearly jumped, having zoned out for the last five minutes or so. He stood with a small smile on his face. “Hey, Pete. How was your flight?” He stretched his back a bit and started to make his way out, Peter strolling next to him. 

“Good, little rough but..” Peter shrugged, his smile taking over his face. “good. Thanks for picking me up.” 

Mike sipped his coffee and nodded, holding the door open for Peter as he walked out. “No problem.”

“I’m guessing the meeting me in baggage claim was Micky’s idea?” Peter asked with a tiny chuckle, seeing right through Mike who had to chuckle too. 

“Yeah. I was just gonna pick you up from the car.” Mike opened the back of the car for Peter to toss his suitcase inside and they went off to get in their seats. He couldn’t help but notice the sparkly little weed key-chain Peter had put on it. He rolled his eyes. 

As Peter shut the car door, he tossed Mike a look. “Speaking of, I’ve been gone for a year so you two are up to around three years...?” Peter trailed off and Mike nodded. “Anything special going on for you guys?” Peter wiggled his eyebrows a little and Mike rolled his eyes, ready to dismiss him but felt a pang of insecurity. 

“Do you think there should be?” He asked, dreading an answer as Peter hummed. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I believe in marriage, myself but- I think three years is the appropriate time for engagement.” Peter spoke casually but Mike felt a rush of emotions at the words. 

“You don’t believe-? What do you mean you don’t believe in marriage?” Mike raised his eyebrow. “It’s not Bigfoot, Peter.” 

Peter chuckled, opening his window the tiniest bit for a little bit of a breeze. “I think people can have a long term, committed relationship without having to do all that.” He gestured weirdly into the air and Mike rolled his eyes. 

“But you think three years is the ‘appropriate amount of time’ before getting engaged?” Mike swallowed and Peter shrugged. Mike felt a rush of worry that he was supposed to be thinking about this a lot more than he had been. And worse, if Micky was thinking about it. 

“Where is Micky anyway?” Peter asked and Mike was distracted from his own worries to remember what he should be worried about. 

“Oh, he’s with Davy.” Mike shrugged, turning on his turn signal as Peter bit into his lip. 

“That reminds me..” Peter shuffled in his seat. “I was gonna say, I mean- we’d only been friends for six months before I left and you guys have known Davy for a long time so-I mean, I could-” Peter was cut off with a hand gesture from Mike. 

“Can I be honest with you, Pete?” 

Peter nodded, a little nervous “Sure.” 

“I think the whole thing with you and Davy is ridiculous.” Mike turned the wheel and narrowed his eyes to watch the road. “Davy’s my friend and all but I don’t think you two made a good match.” 

Peter frowned. Mike could tell he really wasn’t good at this. 

“I just mean-” Mike shook his head and breathed in to clear in his mind. “Maybe things happened the way they did because it’s not meant to be. Davy-He’s well he did a dumb thing...so maybe...” 

Peter could see Mike’s struggle and tried to help. “I can do better?” 

Mike nodded. 

Peter appreciated the help but. ‘I really doubt it.’ He thought to himself. 

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“-And did Peter say anything about Davy?” Micky asked, tossing his fork around in the food Mike had brought home for them. Mike hummed, scratching the side of his face. He knew Micky was not going to be the biggest fan of the advice he gave. 

Mike hunched his body over, sliding his arms onto the counter and folding his hands. Micky glanced up, feeling the heat from being that close to each other. “What did you say to him?” 

“I didn’t say it technically...I was ramblin’...y’know like I do.” Mike lifted one of his hands to scratch the back of his neck and Micky let his fork go, it fell against his plate. 

“What did you tell him?” Micky pouted, which Mike found supremely adorable though he was most likely in trouble. 

“I may have lead Peter to the conclusion that he could do better than Davy.” Mike shrugged and Micky’s eyes flickered with heat.  He immediately reached over and smacked Mike’s arm. 

“Mike, you idiot! I’m trying to get them to work their shit out to get back together.” Micky scowled and Mike shook his head, standing up. 

“Why?”

“Any idiot can see they still like each other.” Micky slouched in his seat and rested his chin on his open palm. 

Mike bent over to get himself a drink from the fridge. “Apparently not every idiot though, huh?” Mike pointed to himself and Micky begrudgingly chuckled. 

“I think they need to give it another go. A second chance.” Micky rubbed his hands over his face and Mike looked at him with uncertainty. It was like the two of them were just on a different wavelength. 

“You didn’t hear what Davy said today. He-he messed up but, I mean, Peter going away for a year after six months freaked him out.” Micky shrugged as Mike pulled out a chair to sit across from him. “And Peter was the first and only guy Davy has ever been with, he was scared to commit and that’s why he ruined it. Not because he didn’t love Peter.” 

“Did he say he loved him?” Mike furrowed his brows and Micky slouched.

“No but the rest of it is what he told me. I know he loves him though.” Micky sat up straight again and Mike rolled his eyes.

“You know that?” Mike formed it as a question though he was quite familiar with Micky and his naivety. Micky slid his fork from his mouth and swallowed. 

“I know where you’re going with this and it irritates me.” Micky narrowed his eyes but Mike just shook his head. They were both familiar with where this was heading. 

The air between them suddenly got heavy and they both pulled back. They each went back to silently eating their food in their own different worlds for the moment. Micky did what he usually did, tried to find something to do with his hand that wasn’t busy with the fork. He slid his finger through the key-ring on his house keys. His funky little key-chains rattled against the table and Mike briefly looked up from his food. 

He was about to grin until the sight of Micky slipping the silver key-ring over his finger reminded him of something he really didn’t want to think about. He swallowed the hunk of food in his mouth and looked back at his plate. 

“Why are you being weird?” Micky asked casually as he slipped his fork past his lips again and Mike wiped his hand down his face. Sometimes it just surprised him how well Micky could read him. 

“I’m not-” Mike didn’t even finish the excuse before Micky gave him a look. “It’s just, you’re not expecting a proposal, are you?” Mike didn’t mean to be so blunt but that was something he was just too good at. 

Micky pulled back like he flinched, eyes widening with shock. Mike could tell Micky was completely thrown off, it didn’t take a genius to know. He ran his free hand through his hair. “From who?” Micky asked, a small smirk on his face that eased Mike intensely. Classic Micky. His Micky. 

“Don’t get all Mike about that.” Micky shook his head and Mike chuckled. 

“All Mike about it? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Oh you know. When you overthink things that haven’t even happened yet and pull away from me.” Micky offered him a beautiful smile that Mike was distracted enough by to let Micky’s analysis pass. “C’mere” Micky tilted his head to the side, a few strands of his curly hair bounced. Mike was sold. He leaned over the counter to kiss him. 

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“Marriage?” Davy fumbled a little with his words as Micky just nodded over and over next to him on his couch in his little dorm. He’d been increasingly bitterly jealous that Micky and Mike were able to get their own apartment and he was stuck here. The place irritated him to no end. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah-Apparently Peter said something to him. So yesterday he asked me if I was expecting a proposal. I didn’t wanna say I wanted one if he wasn’t into the idea-” Micky was also stumbling on his own words. “I think he thinks I’m cool with his whole ‘I’m ambiguous about what I want’ get up but ooooh Davy, I’m not.” 

Davy was having a hard time with Micky, who was a mile-a-minute talker. He tried to take it piece by piece. “Why would he think you’re cool?” 

“Well cause I made a joke-but I was nervous.” Micky bit his fingernails. “I really wanna be with him forever. I’ve known since day one. But Mike...I know he loves me but would he marry me? Propose? In public? God, he can’t even hold my hand in public. One time he said that I asked him for the sauce too sexually at Taco Bell but to be fair I was trying to sound saucy but it was only to make a pun-” 

“Micky, please. It’s not life or death, babe.” Davy pat his shoulder and shook his head. “But Peter said something to him that got him all wigged out about getting angaged?” Davy asked and Micky paused but nodded after a few seconds. 

“S’weird. On our first...umm date thing, I asked him to tell me some interesting things about himself and he told me he didn’t really believe in marriage.” Davy shrugged, looking a little confused. “ ‘Course he also told me he liked that dumb little weed key-chain I found for him and he threw that out so I wouldn’t trust him.” Davy shrugged. 

Micky paused on his issue as he remembered something Davy might like know. “Mike told me Peter had a weed key-chain on his suitcase.” Micky chuckled as he remembered how Mike seemed to be amused at that. Davy pulled back on his seat and frowned. 

“You know, I invited Peter over tonight cause I haven’t really seen him yet.” Micky tilted his chin up with that hopeful little smile on his face. 

“What does that have to do with me?” Davy asked, pretending not to know Micky’s intentions was just easier for him. Micky sighed and played with his hands. 

���Just come. It’ll be fun and Mike and I will be there so it won’t be weird-”

“That makes it even weirder Micky!” Davy burst, standing up to collect his bag to storm out of his own dorm. Micky leaned back on the couch and watched him walk around the room, without saying anything. “I really hurt him Mick. And you know...I am very confident that he doesn’t wanna see me.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be able to understand, at least a little bit, if you explain to him what you said to me.” Micky threw his hand up to gesture and Davy rolled his eyes. And with that, Davy did storm out of his dorm. Micky took a few seconds to sit on what Davy had said and put his face in his hands to let out a frustrated groan before standing up. 

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One thing about being back in his hometown that Peter loved was that he had his old favorite place to smoke back. He would always come in the late afternoon when the sun was in just the right place to shin a little light spot on the concrete wall. It was always warm, no matter the weather. 

Getting high was a little therapeutic at the moment. The waves just a ways in front of him were hitting the sandy shore and darkening the sand. Just as a small breeze blew his hair, he puffed smoke from his lips in rings. 

He tilted his head up to watch the smoke fade into the air and caught sight of someone walking towards the beach in some kind of huff. It wasn’t until they got closer that Peter could recognize that huff and he was kind of mad at how his heart fluttered. For some reason, Peter turned his head away quickly and just waited for Davy to get close enough to recognize him. 

“Shit.” 

Peter rolled his eyes and glanced up, Davy standing just above him. He blew his smoke in the other direction as he seemingly froze in place. “Hey.” Peter rolled his lips together. Davy looked as if he was debating just booking it and running in the opposite direction. 

“Hi.” Davy finally decided on replying, his fingernails dug into his skin with nerves and he looked momentarily towards the water. “How was the trip?” He grimaced at his small talk and didn’t want to look back at Peter. 

“Good.” Peter nodded to himself. 

“That’s all. Micky really talked up how great it was to hear you talk about it.” Davy shrugged and Peter gave him a side-eye. “Look, I wasn’t going to have Micky corner us into talking. I know he’s got the best of intentions but let’s face it, he’s not the best at plans.” Davy waved his hand, still standing. 

Peter had to agree. Micky was a peacemaker...but a chaotic peacemaker. 

“But since we’re here...let’s hash this out, huh? Get it over with?” Davy gently nudged Peter with his foot and Peter felt a rush of warmth. He licked his lips and thought about it before scooting over to show Davy he was all welcome. 

Davy calmly sat down beside him and they silently looked over at the beach. Both of them were scared to talk first. 

“I have to know something.” Peter put out his joint and turned to Davy, feeling very vulnerable. Davy turned just the same, they locked eyes for a nervous little moment before they both looked elsewhere. “Was I really just a fling to you?” Peter felt uncomfortable heat in his chest that made  him sort of light-headed. 

Davy swallowed. “No.” 

Peter didn’t know whether he felt relieved or frustrated. He flickered his eyes back and forth from the wall to the beach. “Then why did you tell me that?” 

“Look Peter, hear me out-” Davy held up his hand and Peter nodded. “You were the first guy I was with. And everything was going so well...really well.” Davy paused and Peter let himself smile at the memories. 

“It was the best six months of my life.” Davy bit into his lip. “But then, when you started bringing up leaving for a year, I got freaked out. Long distance was this huge commitment and I’ve never been good at that. And it was a scary thing to fully admit to myself that I wanted to commit to a guy and not a girl.” Davy sighed. 

“And you were so sweet. You gave me time to myself to think about it even though I completely tried to ignore it until the night before. And that’s when I blew it. I was scared. I told you that we were just a fling because I was terrified because I knew that we weren’t.” Davy sighed and put his hands over his face. 

“I know that doesn’t excuse what I said to you that night. I know I hurt you because I was trying my best to make it seem like I didn’t care about what we had at all.” Davy’s eyes were watery and genuine. 

Peter raised his legs onto the wall, pulling his knees up and crossing his arms over them to rest his chin on. A very Peter thing to do that made Davy’s heart jump. 

“Micky told me that you told him that you could really fall for me?” Davy just had to ask about that and Peter was hesitant but nodded. “I’m such an asshole.” Davy shrugged, shaking his head. 

“I don’t think you’re an asshole.” Peter spoke softly and Davy hesitantly looked back at him. “I think you did an asshole thing.” He said with a tiny grin and Davy chuckled, wiping his sleeve under his eyes. “But I mean, I did kind of spur of the moment told you I wanted to leave for a year.” Peter shrugged. 

The sun was beginning to set just over the water as they simply stared at one and other. 

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Micky rest his head in Mike’s lap as the man ran his fingers through his waves of hair. In his haste to fix Davy of his problem, Micky had almost forgotten why he’d sought out his friends help in the first place. He’d been very tempted to bring that engagement topic back up again but their day was going so well that he decided not to. He’d let Mike know of his failed attempt to invite Davy over as well and Mike had offered a simple ‘Maybe give it some time.’ 

It was only just turning into the evening, meaning Peter should be over soon.  It was right around the time whatever afternoon movie the two of them had missed, during their busy work of the day, was on the obscure film channel & was going into it’s ending. Which meant they could chill together on the couch and try and guess what the movie had even been about. A little tradition they had. 

“How long have there been aliens in this movie?” Mike squinted at the TV as Micky pulled the other mans hand from his hair and sat up a little so Mike’s arm could rest on his shoulders. 

“The whole time I guess.” Micky shrugged with a little grin. Mike looked down at  him and gave him a smile back. Micky snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body heat. The movie was fading into it’s soundtrack and Mike tapped the beat out with his thumb against Micky’s shoulder, a habit of Mike’s that Micky adored. The quiet was interrupted with a knock and Mike sighed as Micky darted up. 

“Peter’s here.” He grinned and Mike chuckled. 

Much to his surprise, when he opened the door he found not just Peter but Davy. He pulled back a little before Peter reached over to hug him hello. Micky returned the gesture with confusion. “Mikeeeee, come look.” 

Mike got up from the couch and paused just the same as Micky had upon seeing their two friends. 

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Micky and Davy sat on the couch in the living room while Mike got Peter a drink in the kitchen. “Soooo, how-I mean-what happened?” 

Peter chuckled. “Davy and I talked. We’re cool.” 

“Just friends cool or-?” Mike asked and Peter gave him a smile. 

“We’re seeing where it goes from here.” Peter looked back over where Micky was basically eating up every word that Davy said, the look on his face was priceless. 

“Why? I mean, I thought Davy really hurt you?” Mike simply couldn’t understand what was happening and Peter leaned against the counter, still looking at Davy. 

“He did. But I forgave him-” Peter could tell Mike was gonna interrupt again so he held up his hand. “Because if you love a person, and you don't want to be without him, you forgive them.” Peter shrugged. “We’re seeing where this goes, slowly but surely.” 

Mike couldn’t lie, the two of them looked much happier. Peter was practically glowing and Davy looked as giddy as a teenager as he spoke to Micky. 

“When you wanna be with someone, be with them.” Peter smiled and Mike felt a shiver up his spine as he looked to Micky, his Micky. 

He wanted to be with Micky. Might as well set it in stone. He was sure he could get his grandmother’s ring. He was gonna give himself some time to actually work up the nerve but Peter was right. 

The four of them had dinner in the living room like the old days. Peter and Davy were a little hesitant, like new lovers again. And Micky and Mike were so in sync like and old married couple, which was definitely in their future. 

[menaathena]

Tag 15 People You Wanna Get to Know

Got tagged by @nightwonder7, so I guess I’m doing this now. (kinda surprised and flattered I got tagged, honestly) Name: like, my real name? That’s classified, citizen. 

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Pisces 

Height: 5′11″

Sexuality: Hetero

Lockscreen Image: This. This image is like a year old already...

Teacher Crush: All my teachers were my parents, so like, ew.

If You Could Go Anywhere: I’d wanna go around and visit my friends- maybe we could meet up at a con or something that’d be cool.

Where Do You See Yourself In 10 Years: Living by myself, working as an illustrator.

Coolest Halloween Costume: I wasn’t allowed to dress up as monsters and stuff for Halloween for some reason, so I only remember four costumes I ever had: Princess, Black Cat, Cowgirl, and Dentist. The princess and cowgirl costumes were both handmade by my mom and grandmom and they turned out really cool.

Fave 90s TV Show: Uhhhhh, I dunno? I was born in 1999. Does Scooby Doo count?

Last Kiss: Never been kissed >->”

Ever Been Stood Up?: Never had a date, so nope.

Fave Shoes: Sneakers. Comfortable, useful, and go with anything I typically wear.

Fave Fruit: uuuuuhhhhHHHHH I’m bad at picking favorites >->’ Watermelon I guess.

Fave Book: Still bad at picking favorites

Stupidest Thing You’ve Ever Done: That would probably have to be... *sigh*, there was a fly in the car while I was driving, and it was driving me nuts. I kept rolling down windows wherever I last heard it, but I kept hearing some sort of tinking noise on my right side. So, while I was going down some backroads toward my house, I did the stupid thing of taking my eyes off the road for way too long to figure out if the fly was gone yet and what was making the sound, and I went off the road. Luckily I didn’t run into anything or go into a ditch, but my gosh I was being stupid. >~< I’m not gonna tag anybody, feel free to fill out if you want to

[p0ochy]

I've thought a lot about Scooby Doo discourse and Daphne is a raging bi!!! She canonically dates shaggy in 13 ghosts and is now with Velma. Velma and Fred are both gay. Shaggy also a known bi. They've all boinked. But what's with Scooby Doo and Scooby dee? Why are they cousins and romantic interests??? Hmmmmm

Country Danes Make Do? I dunno man I have not delved very deep into the Scooby Doo discourse but perhaps I should because it sounds like a wild ride??? And yeah Daphne is very bi, I had a crush on both her and Velma as a child tbqh

[face-turn]

All I Do Is Drive

Pairing: Sami Zayn/Dean Ambrose   Words: 3.1k Rating: G A/N: i have.. no explanation. take this from my hands. for context, this was written after smackdown on 8/29. thank u @breadclubrising for ur encouragement  Tags: I.. guess let me know if you want to be tagged in Sambrose content in the future 

Sami’s stretching after his match. One leg, then the other. Don’t think about Kevin’s hands. Lean all the way over his feet, nose to knees, until he feels the achy burn in his hamstrings. Stop thinking about Kevin lifting him, throwing him.

“Hey, Zayn.” 

Sami blinks and nearly topples, stumbling a couple of steps forward before hands catch the back of his leggings and rebalance him. The hands are familiar, the voice-- Sami always forgets, somehow, that Dean doesn’t have the Southern drawl that seems like it would suit him. He’s Cincinnati through-and-through, that not-an-accent accent that softens his vowels and makes him mispronounce ‘syrup’.

“Dean,” Sami says, sounding about half as baffled as he feels, which is pretty baffled. They’re not-- friends, is the thing. Up until right now, Sami had no reason to believe that Dean even remembered his name. The last time they’d spoken was-- what, a year ago? “Good match earlier. You looked, uh. Good. In your match.”

Dean chomps his gum, blowing a fragile chewing-gum bubble that pops immediately. Sami can smell the mint.

“Thanks, thanks. Hey, d’you wanna go out later?” He says it like Sami hasn’t just finished being the most awkward person on the planet. It’s something that Sami has always appreciated about Dean. His willingness to overlook just about anything. He might just be unobservant, but Sami’s always been willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Again and again and again. Stupid.

Sami is startled enough by the question, anyway, to pause. He actually glances around to make sure Kevin or someone isn’t peeking around a corner, Scooby-Doo style. He trusts Dean, as far as anyone can trust someone who’s teaming with someone who’s punched you in the face before, but-- well. He’s teaming with someone who’s punched Sami in the face before.

“Oh, I-- I can’t, I don’t drink.” That’s all anyone does when they go out later. Someday, someone’s going to ask Sami if he wants to go out later, and they’ll mean... feeding ducks, or going ice skating, or--

“Naw, I was thinkin’, like. Going for a walk maybe? There’s a haunted hotel and I bet I can see a fuckin’ ghost.”

Sami squints at him, then considers his plans for the evening, which had mostly been made up of slouching around eating store-bought hummus and carrot chips.

“Yeah, okay. Do you have a car, because I was riding with, uh--” Sami studiously avoids Dean’s eyes, which have widened with surprise for a moment. Do people not usually go with him to-- haunted houses, or whatever? Dean has friends, right? “Yeah, yeah, I got it. You know me, big star. Sharing rides is for scrubs.” Dean snaps his gum and jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m parked in the further lots. Want me to swing around and pick you up?”

Sami considers his things in his bag at his feet, the ring gear currently sticking to his thighs. “If you’ll wait five minutes, I’ll walk with you?” He doesn’t mean to phrase it as a question. It just comes out that way.

“Go shower, Zayn,” Dean taps his bare wrist. “You’re on the clock now, brother. Get.”

Sami gets. The shower is barely lukewarm and the water pressure is pretty much what you’d expect, but it’s still nice to get out of sweaty gear and into sweatpants and a soft hoodie. It’s not weird to wear your own merch out of the ring, right? Right.

Sami wishes, foolishly, for a second, that he had something nicer to change into, but-- it’s not a date. And even if it were, Sami knows, Dean wouldn’t care. That’s another thing that Sami’s always liked about Dean. Kevin had always had something to say about what Sami was wearing, but Dean-- Sami’s pretty sure that he could wear a trash bag to hang out with him and Dean would just accept that. He wonders if Dean even owns a suit.

He loses a few seconds contemplating that image, halfway through tying the drawstring on his sweatpants tighter. Dean has to have a suit, right? He went to the hall of fame-- thing. Sami resolves to google it.

He ducks out of the locker room, expecting to sort of have to hunt Dean down. He doesn’t know if Dean’s actually the type to wander away when he gets bored, but Kevin always had and sometimes Sami had been left behind as a result. But no, there he is, leaning up against the wall, wearing jeans that really just highlight how narrow his waist is. Sami wonders if he sleeps in jeans, or what. He can’t imagine doing that-- but then again, he can’t imagine wanting to wrestle in jeans, either, but Dean is really good at that.

“Sami Zayn!” Dean says, like they’re just running into each other and he hasn’t been waiting.

“Hi,” Sami says, flustered. “Did I beat the clock?”

“Oh, I dunno-- man, I don’t have a watch.”

Sami can’t help but laugh, even though he’s not completely sure that Dean’s telling a joke. Dean’s mouth quirks up, though, so at the very least he’s not offended by Sami laughing in his face.

“You ready to rumble, big--Zayn? Big Zayn?” Sami takes the stumble in stride. Dean’s not the only one who can ignore awkward conversational tics.

“Sure am. How far away is this hotel?” “Oh,” Dean says, looking a little shifty. “You know.”

Sami obviously doesn’t know, but he lets it slide. He’d go even if it were four hours away. He can let Dean keep secrets.

“Okay,” He says when Dean doesn’t stop eyeing him expectantly. “I don’t care.”

“Cool,” Dean bobs on his heels. Back and forth. “Cool cool. Car’s this way, lemme just--” He shoulders Sami’s bag, even though Sami could absolutely carry his own bag. Just because he’s been losing a lot doesn’t mean he’s incapable.

It’s-- kind of nice, though. Thoughtful. Sami can’t remember the last person to carry his bag for him when he wasn’t even injured. Finn, maybe? Not Kevin. He wishes he could stop thinking about Kevin. Sami doesn’t want to give Kevin the satisfaction of keeping him in mind, but-- well. Sami can’t help it. At least Kevin never has to know.

Sami half expects the walk to the car to be uncomfortably silent. They don’t have that much in common, as far as he knows, and Dean doesn’t really seem like a small talk kind of guy. What he doesn’t count on, though, is Dean being so excited about everything.

“D’you think that we’ll see a ghost, or just hear one? Or maybe some, like-- ghost noises. Like footsteps.” Sami, who isn’t necessarily a believer in ghosts, ponders this. “I think-- if you hear them, I think they’ll be racist?”

Dean actually stops walking for a second. “-- Yeah?” He sounds cautiously interested.

“There were lynchings here,” Sami nods, turning to walk backwards so he can keep talking without feeling rude. “Not even a hundred years ago. And I’d like to think that, uh. The people who get lynched get to go to heaven, or whatever they believe in. So they wouldn’t be ghosts?”

As soon as he’s done saying it, Sami feels silly for thinking through the logic of it, but Dean’s nodding and walking again, lengthening his strides to catch up.

“Good call,” He says slowly, shrugging Sami’s bag up higher. “Next question-- you think I can wrestle a ghost?”

As soon as they get into the car, Dean pops in a CD while studiously not looking at Sami out of the corner of his eye. It’s fine-- not really Sami’s thing, some kind of slowish countryish Johnny Cash situation, but he knows from personal experience that the tension down Dean’s spine is an anxious desire for approval. He bops along like he would to his music, and Dean’s shoulders relax. The corner of his mouth quirks up into a crooked little grin and his fingers tap on the steering wheel as they peel out.

It’s worth the white lie.

Dean’s a fun road trip partner, even when the road trip isn’t especially long. He’s willing to sit in silence when the conversation dies naturally, but he’s also a crack-shot at eye-spy and an amusingly sore loser of never-have-I-ever.

“You can’t tell me you’ve really never--” “Dean, I absolutely promise that I’ve really never--” “No, everyone’s tried that!” “No! Not everyone has tried to ride a horse naked. I don’t-- I don’t think anyone’s tried that!”

Sami’s face hurts with how hard he’s been smiling. Dean keeps sneaking smug little glances at him, which just makes Sami smile harder.

‘Hey, Zayn,” Dean says, all faux-casual in a way that makes Sami laugh. An actor Dean is not.

“Hey, Dean.”

“Truth or dare?” Dean’s eyes are glued to the road, even though they haven’t seen another car in probably ten minutes.

“Truth. I don’t want to know what kind of dares you can come up with in a moving car.” Sami takes the change of game in stride. Dean laughs low, tongue sticking out just a little bit. “I know you’re no coward, Zayn, so I’m gonna let that one slide. D’you believe in love at first sight?” Sami lets his head bonk back against the headrest. “Yeah,” He says, more slowly than he once might have. His voice sticks in his throat. “But I think-- love like that isn’t forever, you know? You need a foundation.” Dean’s looking at him, and Sami can feel heat creeping up into his cheeks when he turns his face away.

Dean’s voice is quiet when he says, “Yeah. You got a real good head on your shoulders, Sami Zayn.”

When they get to the hotel, Sami’s half-asleep in his seat. He feels a little bit like Dean has been stealing his energy, because Dean is hype as fuck. He’s nearly bouncing as he unbuckles his seatbelt, darting thrilled glances over at Sami.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” He-- he doesn’t chirp it, quite, but only because he has a deep voice that doesn’t permit for things like that.

Sami grumbles, rubbing one eye with the heel of his hand and stretching out his back. He hides a yawn in the bend of his elbow, and when he looks up Dean is smiling at him. Fondly? Is that what fondness looks like on Dean’s face?

“I think I’m too sleepy to fight a ghost,” Sami says, unbuckling and getting out. The grass is wet with after-midnight dew.

“I’ll protect your honor,” Dean says mildly, bouncing up and down. He’s still holding Sami’s bag. “I won’t even let a ghost possess you.” “Oh, wow. Thanks, Dean.” Sami puts one hand over his chest, faux-swooning. “You won’t even let me get my body snatched. Golly!” “Can it, battery man. I’m doing you a favor here.”

They walk in together, jostling elbows and shoulders in a friendly competitive way. The woman working the counter looks professionally bored. Sami’s sure she’d seen much stranger. He wonders if she’s ever seen a ghost, or just lots of drunk people. He’s not going to ask.

“Evening ma’am,” Dean says, propping his elbow on the counter and fishing around for his wallet. “I’d like one of your most haunted rooms, please.” The woman looks politely amused. Maybe like she’s glad to break up the monotony of the evening. “You don’t have a reservation? Let me see what I have free for you.”

“Haunting is not guaranteed,” Sami reads off of a sign propped on the desk. “Dean, if we don’t see a ghost, it’s not the hotel’s fault.” “It’s the racist ghost’s fault,” Dean confirms, sliding his card and I.D. across the counter when the clerk gestures for it. “Not relevant, though. We’re gonna see a ghost.”

Sami wanders a little ways a way to give Dean privacy when he and the clerk start talking about money. There’s brochures all over the place, each loudly trumpeting a road trip destination in Arkansas. Sami’s never bothered to do all the road trip stuff before-- getting to wrestle most days is its own reward. It feels weird to get greedy with his entertainment. Dean seems to like it, though. And he’d been surprised when Sami had been willing to go with him to this hotel. He doesn’t know if Dean wants to ride with him again, or if he’s going to start riding with Seth Rollins, or something. It’s okay, Sami decides, if Dean wants to take the brochures and go do stuff with Seth. They’re probably actually friends. Sami picks out a few and  clutches them to his side.

“I have bad news,” Dean says when Sami sidles up. The desk clerk has gone back to ignoring them both. “Is there only one bed? I can sleep on the floor, I don’t mind, it’s fine. I can give you money for the room, also. Sorry.” 

Dean blinks at him. “No? No. None of that. We only got the third most haunted room, so I’m gonna need you to look really appealing to ghosts.” “Oh,” Sami says. How is he supposed to look appealing to ghosts? “Uh, okay. I’ll work on that, I guess.” “See, the problem is that you’re too attractive to the living right now,” Dean tells him very seriously. He guides Sami over to the stairs with a hand low on his back. Sami gets a weird quiver in his stomach. “You’re gonna have to seduce the dead.” Sami makes a face. “I don’t want to seduce a racist.” He declines. “That can be your job.” “No, I’m the ghost hunter. You’re the bait. Maybe it’s a perfectly nice lady ghost who died in the hotel.” He peeks at Sami out of the corner of his eye. “Gentleman?” “Either,” Sami says absently, then very determinedly stares straight ahead while he goes cold all down his spine.

“Cool. Cool cool. Equal opportunity ghost bait.” Dean says, looking very relieved. He is taking this ghost hunting thing very seriously, Sami thinks.

Sami, still flushing a little with embarrassment and trying not to hunch his shoulders uncomfortably just bobs a nod. The hotel is loud in the way that all old buildings are, all sorts of creaking and popping and rattling. When he sneaks a look at Dean, Dean’s looking enthralled and delighted. 

Sami just feels a little creeped out.

“This is us,” Dean says when they reach the third landing, bumping the door open with his shoulder. “The most haunted floor.”

“Dean, did you ask her to rank the floors and rooms in terms of hauntedness?” Dean’s face says that he absolutely did do that. He avoids Sami’s gaze like a guilty dog and doesn’t answer, just pulls out an old-fashioned door key and starts counting doors down the hall. 

“Five, six, sev-- here we go.” He hitches Sami’s bag up higher and opens the door. It’s a little sticky, and the little hesitation makes Sami hold his breath. You don’t even believe in ghosts, he reminds himself. He feels like he can feel someone watching him.

The door swings open on well-oiled hinges and Dean hits the light, setting down Sami’s bag and dropping his next to it. There are two beds. It’s a pretty nice room, truthfully. Much nicer than the ones Sami used to stay in when he was in the indies. He’s pretty sure Dean is thinking the same thing. Maybe not. Kevin likes to pretend he never even had a career in the indies. Maybe Sami’s the weird one. “Does it feel haunted in here to you?” Dean asks critically, breaking Sami’s train of thought.

“Yes,” Sami says immediately, because he still feels weirdly prickly all over. Also, he doesn’t want Dean to try and change rooms. He’s already taking his shoes off. “Super haunted.”

Dean starts picking the laces of his shoes, staring around dubiously. “D’you think if I ask for a ghost, one will come out?” “Probably not,” Sami says, flopping onto the bed closer to the door and snuggling deeper into his hoodie. “You should have brought a list of questions to ask it, or something.”

Dean contemplates this, kicking off his shoes and wiggling out of his jeans. Sami tries not to look, because it’s definitely a weird invasion of privacy to stare at your coworker’s legs, but Dean has really good thighs and nice-to-look-at knees and he’s only human, okay? He looks away before Dean can catch him.

Dean sits on the bed that Sami’s chosen, flopping backwards across Sami’s legs and stretching his arms up. Sami guesses that they’re friends? This is definitely friendly. “Hey, man. I know this is kind of an imposition, but, uh. Thanks for coming. Pro’lly wouldn’t have come without you.”

Sami’s stomach flips. “Dean, can I--” His sentence peters out when Dean actually meets his eyes. “--Uh.” “You can ‘uh’ whenever you want, brother,” Dean says serenely. His head is cocked like a big puppy. Maybe he’s listening for ghostly footsteps.

“Shut up, I was, uh. Can I ride with you again? This was really cool and-- I don’t know, I kind of-- I have pamphlets? There’s a wax museum that looks really creepy, I don’t know.”

“You askin’ me to go steady, Sami Zayn?”

Sami can’t look at Dean. He puts his hands over his face. “-- No! Yes? I don’t know, Dean, you confuse me.” Dean makes a humming noise and sits up off of Sami’s legs. Sami feels the bed dip down close to him.

“Lemme just-- know if i’m misreading this, cool?” Dean’s fingers are cool on Sami’s wrists as he pulls Sami’s hands away from his face.

Sami doesn’t even have time to make his eyebrows form a questioning configuration before Dean’s kissing him. It’s really soft. It’s probably the most romantic kiss he’s ever had, and it’s in a haunted hotel.

At that thought, Sami startles backwards. Dean looks a little sad and confused to not be kissing him, which gives Sami the good kind of punch to the stomach.

“Dean, we can’t!” Before Dean starts looking more upset than mullish, Sami hurries on. “I don’t want an old-timey racist ghost to watch us make out.”

Dean’s eyebrows fold down. For a second, Sami thinks that he’s angry or sad, but Dean just nods.

“This is what I get for trying to seduce you with the allure of the unexplained,” He says, apparently accepting his fate. He might be quoting from a ghost show.

“You, uh-- don’t need to seduce me? I’m… seduced. I guess. I think you’re really great.” “That’s because I already seduced you, Sami,” Dean taps his temple. “Playin’ the long game.” Privately, Sami doesn’t necessarily think that the afternoon and a majority of the evening is the long game, but if Dean will let him hold his hand at the wax museum or whatever weird thing they decide to do, he’ll count it as a win.

Footsteps echo above them, and Dean looks up with a flash of dimples that take Sami’s’ breath away. Yeah. Definitely a win.

[canonstitute]

A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (misc. character notes, etc.)

Wrote some comparisons and thoughts on these guys as kids after rewatching episode one of APNSD + some other episodes of other Scooby series (plural), definitely possible I’ll do it again with more observations as I re-review this canon because there is so much of it and I must truly hate myself anyway yeah this whole show is like just the gang, only, bab. some fared better than others Fred

Episode role (from onset): 1. believes in exaggerated paranormal theories, extremely fixated on initial thought process / unable to process new evidence to modify his guesses. Butt of many jokes about ridiculous beliefs.

Episode role: 2. Holds a grudge against childhood bully / antagonist Red Herring to the point of blindness and warping facts reality to call him guilty

Kind of useless and terrible at mystery-solving. aggressive / less inclined to fearfulness, ‘leader’ traits are there.

an…odd characterization to derive from the very practical, open-minded Fred in SDWAY but there’s a case for it; at both ages Fred is very focused.

^younger Fred moreso on “proving” a conclusion he’s drawn, or jumping to wilder ones and not letting go of earlier dropped threads

^^contrast older fred: making very few assumptions, open-minded - focus is to find the truth and that’s always his priority. mostly by helping the others find evidence to put the pieces together

Fred’s of a crybaby about pain, surprisingly; not sure if it’s recurring or Red did hurt him that badly with bike

[rest under cut for length]

*sigh* Daphne

pretty much no adaptation has been kind to this girl but lbr this version’s pretty bad

snobby, prissy about mud (definitely behaviors picked up from mud), old money, has good insight and usually mouthpiece for Velma after a clue reveal

spends a lot of time belittling others (then again, so does everybody else--they just don’t sound as entitled as Daphne)

Very dismissive and more rational than Fred - not hard, really - but also similarly blind in the opposite way. Disbelieves in ghosts but so much that after so many encounters she rarely bothers even considering “guy in a mask?” & assumes her friends are making things up until she sees the ‘monster’ herself

Does seem to care about solving mysteries, does not believe in ANY supernatural and dismisses her friend’s scares out of hand

Shades of early SDWAY attitude i.e., classic Daphne reacted but didn’t overreact when caught in traps / attacked and typically was rather fearless compared to the others or used clumsiness as an opportunity to investigate, straightforward & the bravest after Fred

Wears pink in APNSD, but in WNSD flashback, as a ~6-year-old (in a scene that uses designs directly from APNSD) daphne’s outfit is its usual purple. probably chalk up to animation change out of universe but canonwise could be due to age difference between flashback date and age in APNSD

Velma

Doesn’t talk, tiny and adorable. probably skipped a grade or two

Has a giant / portable Commodore 64, early adopter of the digital revolution and a parody of it, can input gibberish to reveal absurdly detailed information about evidence nearby or even run analyses on physical objects  

Like her older counterpart in SDWAY, she is somewhat fearful (more than Daphne, Fred’s a mixed bag in this show) yet absurdly strong for her size - able to grab & carry Shaggy, Freddy, and Scooby on her shoulders while running

Responsible for any and all mystery solving in the show

The other characters get excited when she talks, because smart = CLUE

Shaggy (& the Rogers family)

Why does the kid have a paper route? Could be 12-13 based on that but it’s difficult to tell how time passes in this show

Parents are more noticeable in their absence than the rest of the gang because we do see Shaggy at home, but he’s there alone with Scooby there as his only minder despite being a puppy

particular oddities include mom doesn’t get him up early for work / school - Scooby does; no goodbyes at the door; has a paper route - which is an outdated stock trope even by ’1988. &, even for plot purposes it’s strange he’d not tell his parents his bike was stolen & go to his friends

Shaggy really wants money for some reason and is ecstatic when they find the counterfeit stash. WNSD (if I remember correctly) had him coming from money but he doesn’t act like it the way Daphne does, which makes sense as his parents seem down-to-earth and put a fair amount of pressure on him when they do appear. that’s rare in itself

Shaggy mentions after the denouement in E1 that he needs a new part-time job since quitting the paper route--like, he really seems to be hurting for even simple cash

which is…weird and kind of disconcerting because like it’s not joking that he has no money at all, Shaggy’s actually the odd one out at the ice cream parlor with the gang who can’t afford to buy himself anything  while the others (unemployed) are having a treat

an odd turn of the usual food-related scenes with Shaggy, who WANTS to work for cash shockingly

i dunno mild red flags are kind of going off here because even if his parents wanted him to learn responsibility, it’s still kind of unkind / mean-spirited they haven’t seen fit give him a few bucks for a sundae after solving a federal crime; when, again, every other friend of his at the table is eating ice cream to celebrate with their parents’ giving them money for it or an allowance

[gay-velma]

Do them all 👹

I usually reserve this terminology for Bernadette, but u a hoe

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name?

Sabrina Katherine Drake

Venus: What’s your first language?

English

Earth: Where’s your home?

Hell Missouri

Mars: What’s your sexuality?

Bi bi bi

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?

Nope

Saturn: Any pets?

Nellie and Nelson the doggos

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

Baking and yelling aggressively at friends

Neptune: When’s your birthday?

December 22

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

8:45 pm

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?

It’s art year as senior yesr for me, I hope to study english in college

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol?

Yes, church wine tastes like ass btw

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class?

Nope

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?

Hell yeah, ya don’t live half an hour away from sdc with out ever having gone and been on any of the rides

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country?

Nope

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness?

Man I’m always crying, frustration is a big one tho

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?

Being absolutely terrified they first day of high school

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about?

NOT SENDING KIDS TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone?

Nope

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?

No

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

In terms of death no, in terms of they dropped out of my life then yes

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

??? I dunno man

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Halloween, I like being spooky and dressing up

Orion: Favourite month?

April is a good month

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

Man, I still gotta go with The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big, ROund Things

Delphinus: Favourite study?

I’m gonna take this as thing to study... Uh either literature or history

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Guitar?

Gemini: Favourite song?

Right now it’s either Sloppy Seconds by Watsky or The Gates by Davincis Notebook

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

My bed or at a very specific bowling alley in town

Libra: Favourite colour?

Blue, so many shades of it

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Skirts, so many

Aries: Favourite movie?

Scooby-Doo and the Alien Invaders/Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

Soft rainy days, esp when I can just lay down and relax

Hydra: Favourite sound?

Genuine laughter, not fake laughter like what is used on tv, but loud, goofy laughter from something stupid happening

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?

I’d say one of the kids of one of my mom’s friends, but the oldest friend that I made myself is my friend Sam, who I’ve known since the third grade  

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social?

When I’m with the right people, otherwise I’m very awkward

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?

I dunno? I’ve never experienced the kind of love associated with love at first sight

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

Summer before sophomore year

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills?

Horris

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much?

I’ve never had a relationship

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to?

Hell no, she a hoe

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

Nope

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I doubt it

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity?

No

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship?

A relationship most likely,a friendship maybe, depends on the person

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup?

No, cause there have been none

Other stuff: Wishes

Comet: What’s your big dream?

Own my own bakery/store

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

I own a bakery and live above it, there’s a large garden/green house on the roof. I’m happily married to my partner, we have adopted children, every other year we travel out to Missouri to see my family for christmas. We have many animals

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

I wish I could tell what it felt like to be in love

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

The years I pretended to hate pink, they were so unnecessary

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be?

Poodle skirts into fashion, like c’mon they’re cute

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

Graduate college, hopefully find a job

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

See the world in some capacity

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?

I don’t know, hopefully someone who makes me happy and we can each help each other be better

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?

Probably a giant cross country road trip with two of my friends

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?

The person i love’s smile...