#even a group of old people standing in their yard asked me if I was ok

[bookwan]

There comes times in my life where I remember that I hate men

[pedroshotwifey]

Should've Stayed Bored

Please understand that this is a crack fic based on this post by @bonezone44 and the comments made by @covetyou on said post ) Also tagging other commenters on that post: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog snowflake-blog@bubble-pop-eclectic @lunitawrites

Pairing: Chump!Joel Miller × fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: Joel Miller NOT being a sex god, left flap rubbing, mention of the clit, piv sex (if you could call it that), premature ejaculation, age gap, dad's buddy!joel miller, bad make out sessions, misplaced confidence, secondhand embarrassment, crack fic

Summary: You really need to learn to lower your expectations.

A/N: I actually had a great time writing this and think it turned out really fucking funny.

A/N pt. 2: Well, the og post got fucking deleted, but here it is again. Fucking pissed. I would really appreciate any interaction even if you already did the first time just so I can get it back out there </3

special thanks to @romanarose, @wannab-urs, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, and everyone else who helped me calm my tits and post this again. Love y'all ❤

*****

You’re bored out of your fucking mind. You’ve had four drinks and have walked in and out of the house probably a dozen times. For a neighborhood barbeque, it’s uneventful as hell. You would think that there would at least be a few interesting people out of so many. But no. So far there’s a group of old ladies gathered around the pool in sun chairs, their husbands around the grill talking about sports, and some kids—probably grandkids—running rampant around the yard. 

That’s what your dad gets for moving into a retiree neighborhood. There’s only a few other households you know of that don’t host couples in their late sixties. Kind of like, speak of the devil, the Millers, who are walking in through the yard gate right now. 

It’s only the two of them—Joel and his daughter, Sarah, who is only about eight. She runs off to go play with the other kids and you smile as you spot Joel struggling to carry a bowl and latch the gate back at the same time. You immediately take the opportunity to walk toward him. 

You’ve always had your eyes on Joel Miller, even though he’s only a few years younger than your father. He’s a DILF in all ways that count. Sweet, responsible, and hot as hell. 

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” you grab his attention as you reach where he’s still trying to balance everything. His face lights up when he sees you coming to help. 

“Hey, darlin’, you don’t mind helpin’ me with this, do ya?” he nods his head to the gate. 

“Nope, not at all,” you say sweetly as you get the gate latched behind him. He beams at you as he shifts to hold his dish with both hands. It looks heavy. 

“Thank you. And please, call me Joel.” He flashes you a wink that makes your stomach flutter before he starts for the back door. 

With nothing better to do, you follow him inside. He’s putting his bowl in the fridge when you close the door behind you and take a spot leaning against the counter. There’s nobody else inside right now, and you realize you might have just found your cure for boredom. 

You slide up next to Joel as he stands up. 

“What did you bring, Mr. Miller?” you ask him in an over the top sweet voice. 

He shoots you a pointed look and takes a step back to put a few inches between the two of you. 

“Potato salad,” he says flatly. “And please, it’s just Joel.” 

“Well, Joel,” you take a step toward him again. “I’m bored.” 

You swear you see him gulp, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him. He glances out the window, probably looking for your dad manning the grill. 

“Darlin’,” he says in warning. “I’m sure you can find something out there to do.” 

You pout at him. “But I found something to do in here.” 

“Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?” you banter. “You don’t want to fuck me, Joel? I see the way you look at me.” 

He surges forward, trapping you against the counter. You smile wildly at him and throw your arms around his neck. 

“Get your ass upstairs, now,” he growls. “Strip and wait on your bed.” 

Your pussy flutters at his command, excitement building in your stomach. 

“Yes, Mr. Miller. Don’t be long.” You flash him a wink and slide from in front of him to make your way upstairs. You feel his eyes on you until you reach the top step. 

He only waits a little while, presumably to cover his bases so it doesn’t look like he’s sneaking off with his friend’s much-too-young daughter, before following you up. And by that time, you’re already naked and sitting on your bed. 

He comes in and shuts the door behind him, making sure it’s locked tightly before turning around. Your eyes go to the massive tent in his pants, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. 

“You’re fuckin gorgeous, darlin’,” he says as he takes a step toward you, already starting to unbuckle his jeans. He pulls his heavy cock out and your lips part. You’d expected him to be big, but holy shit.

“C’mon, baby, lay back for me.” 

You let him push you down on your back, and then scootch up a bit so that you’re resting with your head on the pillows. Your body is practically humming with excitement and need. Being with an older man has always been something high up on your bucket list, because there’s no doubt they know how to properly pleasure a woman. And a man like Joel Miller…you can’t fucking wait. 

He leans over you and takes your lips in a sloppy kiss. You wind your arms around him and arch your back, begging silently for him to touch you already. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, and your eyes widen. 

He’s just…licking. 

You find it really hot when a man uses his tongue to make out with you, but. Not like this. You rear your head back, trying to gain control of the kiss. But then his hand starts to trail down to your center and you decide, whatever, you can pick and choose your battles. You’ll let him do whatever the fuck he thinks he’s doing to your mouth as long as he gets those thick fingers inside of you already. 

He trails down, down, oh, there, he pets your clit and you shiver, and then—

Then he continues down…and to the left. 

He starts rubbing circles on your left flap, and you furrow your brows. 

What the actual fuck?? 

You unwind your arms and start pushing on his chest until he pulls his tongue from your mouth to gaze down at you. 

“Joel, you—” 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that, don’t you, baby?” 

You just blink at him. What?

He winks at you. “I know, darlin’, feels real good, huh?” He dips back down to start kissing you again, thankfully leaving his damn tongue out of it. His fingers increase pressure, which you can only guess would feel really good if he was actually rubbing your clit. 

“Joel,” you mutter against his lips again, but it comes out smushed and smothered. Kind of like your poor pussy right now. Or the outside of it, at least. 

“So impatient,” he laughs. “Hold on one second, baby, Mr. Miller’s got you.” 

You resist the urge to cringe at that. 

He taps your abused pussy lip twice and retracts his hand to grasp his cock, which you’re now worried about. Hopefully he knows how to fucking use that thing. He guides his tip to your entrance—or tries to, rather, and you groan in defeat. He rubs it up and down your slit, prodding every second or so. 

“Yeah, baby, fuckin’ love those sounds you make for me.” 

You just stare at him. You’re not going to even pretend. This is just insane. How the hell did he actually make a kid??

Finally, he finds your hole—the right one, thank god—and starts to push in. You’re still pretty wet from earlier, though you’re sure there will be no developments in that department. Thankfully, it’s enough to ease the stuttering glide. 

Once he’s fully in, he starts to thrust, and you grip on to him, holding on to that last hope that maybe he can nail your g-spot with that weapon of his. 

“M…Feel so g-good, baby,” Joel moans. 

He thrusts once, twice, three times, moaning like a fucking animal. 

And then he pulls out. And shakes above you as he spills his cum on your lower belly. 

You stare at him in shock as he rolls over and collapses beside you. His eyes are closed as he pants and reaches a hand over you to touch your stomach. 

“You came?” he asks. 

You consider lying to him, but figure he doesn’t deserve that. 

“No, Joel, I did not fucking come.” 

“Oh, okay. Tha’s alright. Get you next time.” 

You sit up and gape at him. 

“Get the fuck out of my room!” 

He looks at you with confusion but gets up after a moment. He yawns, tucks himself into his pants, and struts for your door. 

“Don’t be ashamed to ask for more, darlin’. I wouldn’t be opposed to doin’ this again sometime.” He sends you a wink and walks out of the room before you get the chance to say something you’ll regret more than whatever the fuck just happened. 

You learned a valuabale lesson today: age really does not fucking matter. 

[1ovede1uxe]

07. judgement┊ ┊⋆ beyond the stars

synopsis - you've been sent to join the joestar crew on their mission to defeat dio by... dio? y/n is an undercover stand user who joins the sdc to report back to dio their findings and notes about their stands, up until a few moral dilemmas get in the way of your original mission.

ch. synopsis - sweet moments with the gang(tm).

tw // mention of guns

The map image is inaccurate, I just picked a spot in the Red Sea lol oops

After traversing the rest of the desert, we boarded a small motorboat to cross the red sea. Following some hours of sailing and casual chatter, you redirected your focus to Dio as you reached out to him. Every time you opened your chat with him, it was hard, especially rereading the message about your captive mother. Despite growing close to the Crusaders, you remained determined to keep her safe, persisting with your mission.

After sending your text, Jotaro's comment drew your attention back to the group. "Hey old man, something's wrong. You're going in the wrong direction, aren't we supposed to go West towards Egypt?" Mr. Joestar seemed focused, not responding. "Old Man! You're headed for that island!" Jotaro raised his voice.

"Ah, that's right, I can't tell you why, but there's someone I want to meet before we head to Egypt. This man is very important to our journey."

After docking and disembarking, you wandered, taking in the surroundings. Seagulls called in the distance, and palm trees swayed. It seemed peaceful, almost too peaceful for the Crusaders. Knowing Judgement would arrive in the next few days, you felt a nervous tension. "Is it true people live here? It's so small and looks deserted." Kakyoin said, sharing a side glance with you. You seemed nervous, but not for the reasons the Crusaders thought. "Hey, Hey... someone's watching us from the grass," Jotaro stated, calling attention to a pair of eyes peaking through. The figure stood up and darted away. "That figure looks familiar!" Kakyoin added as the mysterious man ran away. You didn't recognize his face; this was not Judgement's user. Curious, you all followed. Hens clucked in the distance. As you approached a small house with a fenced-in yard, you saw the man with powdered white hair feeding five chickens.

"It can't be!" Polnareff cried. "That hairstyle, could it be?" Kakyoin replied. Even Jotaro had a look of surprise.

"I'll go talk to him; you wait here," Mr. Joestar commanded, holding the rest of you back. "My name is Joseph Joestar. I'm traveling to Egypt with these three- er uh- four people," he introduced himself. You remained confused.

"I won't listen, go away!" The mysterious man bellowed, not even bothering to face you all. "Do not talk to me. Whenever people visit me, they never bring me good news! It's always bad!" The man spun around and revealed his face. "I do not want to listen! Go away!" He commanded.

Polnareff's look of shock quickly became mixed with guilt and grief.

"Avdol..." Jotaro mumbled to himself.

Mr. Joestar explained the man who bears a spitting resemblance to their dearly departed friend. Remorse decorated Polnareff's face.

"Avdol's death wasn't your fault."

"No. It's my responsibility; I have to carry that burden."

Polnareff fled to be alone as Kakyoin and Mr. Joestar continued their discussion.

"Hey Jotaro, what exactly happened, what's going on?" You asked in a hushed tone. You half understood from Hol's perspective, which was very much biased, but you wanted the full story. He explained how the Emperor and the Hanged Man disrupted their journey and caused the loss of their dear friend. You really felt for Polnareff, having begun to grow close to him, or as much as you could have over the week and a half you've spent with the Crusaders. You knew guilt for a few fleeting moments and you knew that he would do anything to get Avdol back, just as you had done everything you could by giving your life to Dio for your mother. Mr. Joestar entered the abode Avdol's father fled to, and Kakyoin rejoined you and Jotaro. "Do you think Polnareff will be okay?" You asked, feeling genuine care and concern for the man. Not only was he dealing with emotional turmoil, but also Judgement was on the loose, and thanks to you, Dio knows right where to send him. "I think he'll be alright" Kakyoin reassured you, putting a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to offer some kind of comfort. Jotaro nodded in agreement, then followed the path his grandfather took. "I want to go check on Polnareff." You said to Kakyoin. He grinned to himself at your kind gesture. "Go ahead, come meet us back here alone, though."

"Um, alright." You said, weary of why they wouldn't want Polnareff with them. You approached the shore of the beach to where Polnareff sat pondering. "Hey, are you doing alright?" You asked, taking a seat on the adjacent rock. "Even if it was to avenge my sister's death, I still let Avdol die." He moped.

"You didn't mean for it to happen. It really isn't your fault." You reassured. "But I do get where you're coming from." Polnareff looks at you with curiosity. You explained your story to him, dancing around the middle of your full story in your head.

"I'm glad at least someone understands vaguely." Polnareff tells you the story of his sister, and the battle with J. Geil. You sigh to yourself (I can't believe I'm doing this) and wrap Polnareff in a hug. He embraces it almost immediately. "It's going to be fine...I think." You joke and half smile.

As the sun set during your chat, golden hour had reached you both. "Hey, what's that?" Polnareff points out a glimmering object in the sand. You both walk over to it, and he picks it up. "It looks like gold, I wonder if it drifted from a sunken ship."

"Can you dust the barnacles off it?" Polnareff begins to rub and scrape at the lamp. It glows and he tosses it, a stand emerging, causing a shriek in surprise from the frenchman.

This must be Judgement.

"You get three, tell me three things you desire and I'll make them come true!" He bellowed. Polnareff began to question Cameo, which is what he called himself. "You fake! Are you saying you can make me a very rich man right now?" Polnareff questioned. You decided to have fun in the moment, just to test the waters. "Oh, bring back Lil' Bush!"

"Ugh I miss that show."

"You- you mean the show with the little kid who is George Bush? He's not president anymore. How would that even work?"

"Don't care, want another season." Polnareff laughed along with you at the joke. "Polnareff has summoned me so I will grant his wish." Judgement said, slightly annoyed with you, giving you a look of ‘I’m telling Lord Dio on you.’ "Hail 2 U!" He bellowed and retreated to the lamp.

"That was weird, why didn't he attack us?" You questioned.

"We should watch ourselves. Something is on this island, we should tell Mr. Joestar." You nod in agreement and begin to head back towards the others, only to discover a half buried treasure chest, overflowing with gold and precious jewels. Polnareff knelt down to investigate. "y/n, this is gold from the Napoleonic era, this isn't an illusion and it can't be a dream. This is real treasure!"

Cameo appeared once more, asking for a second wish. You darted off to go tell the other crusaders after Polnareff's quick nod approval. You entered the house where Avdol's father and the crusaders resided. Rushing through the door, you interrupted chatter and laughter amongst the four of the men. "Mr. Joestar! There's a stand with Polnareff and-" A younger Avdol's father stood amongst the group. "(y/n), there's someone I'd like for you to meet. This isn't Avdol's father. This is the Muhammed Avdol. Avdol, this is (y/n), the newest member of our group." Your world was flipped for a moment. I have to text Hol and Mariah about this. You stood there, silent for a second, gears churning. You quickly responded with a bow, "It's an honor to meet you sir, I've heard plenty of great things about you."

"And I've heard plenty of you." Avdol replied to you. You honestly grew nervous, remembering you made a reference about him being dead to join the group. Would they kick you with the Magician back? "All good things I hope?" Avdol glanced around the circle and stayed on Kakyoin for a moment, then replied firmly "Good things. Now, what's this about a stand and Polnareff on this island?"

"Oh, I almost completely forgot. There's this stand Cameo, which is the Judgement card's representative and it apparently can grant wishes. Polnareff sent me to get you guys and let you know, we should hurry back to him." You felt a sence of urgency to return to Polnareff, not only upon intuition, but out of anxiety for someone you hope you can call a true friend, especially after your trauma-dump/bonding moment earlier. You all rushed back to where Polnareff found the treasure earlier. "They were here before I came to you, they must've moved. Lets split up to look for him." You grew nervous, not knowing anything about the stand, beside it being a borderline genie.

Each crusader went in different directions, on the hunt for Polnareff. You darted to a tall grassy area closer to the center of the island, an open plane lit only by the moon. Armed with only the gun you had made with the light a week prior, you creeped around prepared to shoot. The grass rustled and your heart rate increased. You didn't have the crusaders to watch your back. Yes, you had a gun, but you didn't know where the user was, nor the extent of Cameo's power. As your heart rate rose, you felt a chill as the rustling got louder. You headed towards a wooded area, which the tall grass bordered, wanting to get away from the rustling and also a place to hide if needed. Perhaps you could climb a tree to see above the field. As you reached the edge of the plain, you called "Polnareff?" praying for his answer.

Something took a step behind you, crushing the leaves behind you. Driven by anxiety and adrenaline, you instantly spun around and cocked the pistol. Instead of Polnareff or Cameo behind you, you found Kakyoin, who had been searching there prior.

"Woah, woah, it's just me," Kakyoin said, his hands raised in surrender. You let out a relieved sigh, lowering your weapon. "Thank god. Any luck so far?"

"Nothing yet. I was thinking of following Avdol's trail, which Jotaro is doing now, but I wanted to find you first and make sure you were fine."

"Oh, uh, thank you." You replied awkwardly. "But I've got the protection I need." You twirled the pistol around your finger, attempting to look cool. Forgetting it was cocked, the pistol ended up firing into the ground, the shot echoing, and birds from above flew up and out. "Uh huh." Kakyoin raised one eyebrow at you. "Anyways, let's catch up with the others." You blurted out, feeling a bit embarrassed.

As you both strolled under the full moon, a rare, comfortable silence enveloped you. After realizing how long you had been surveying the seemingly endless field of tall grass, you called attention to it. "Uh, Kakyoin?"

"Yes, (y/n)?"

"Do you know where the others actually are?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because we've been taking an awful long time to reach the opposite end of this field."

"Is that so bad?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe I thought we could spend a little more time together." Kakyoin turned to look at you, his eyes shining that brilliant violet he only got when sharing a moment with you. You got goosebumps, and a light pink shade dusted your cheeks at the statement. Returning to your senses, you ask "Is this really the best time?" You raised a good question for yourself with this, surpassing the current circumstance. Was it a good time to be pursuing romance at all? Also Polnareff is literally missing right now I need to focus.

"Avdol located Polnareff, and he wanted to be the one to go find and be with Polnareff; I'm giving him his space to do so."

"Um, alright." The comfortable silence was now tense, calling attention to Kakyoin's interest in getting to spend time with you. The tension eased as you grew used to each other’s presence and soft breaths. "The moon is beautiful this evening, isn't it?" He mentioned, attempting to ease the tension. He glanced upwards, then to you.

"Yes, I suppose it is." You smiled. He stopped for a moment to just gaze up at the moon. Once you adjusted your gaze to stare at the lunar beauty, he found his eyes wandering back to you. Kakyoin's heart was pounding, nervous about what to do next. Despite being unsure of himself, he took your hand softly, bringing your attention back to him. "Let's continue," he said softly. You adjusted your grip to meet his own, feeling the warmth of the moment between you two.

Is this allowed?

Your hand in his felt comforting to you both, but pumped you with adrenaline as he began to trace circles on the back of your hand, a silent gesture that spoke volumes. You began to ask about Avdol's situation, as well as for what purpose they needed to keep him being alive a secret from Polnareff as a way to keep cool (and keep the blush from rising to your face). The conversation evolved from Avdol to yourselves. You shared your former passions and he talked about his love of art. As you exchanged personal tales, shared passions and vulnerability intertwined, smiles decorating both of your faces as you shared your life stories with another.

Is this okay? You thought as the conversation eased, unsure if growing so close with the so-called enemy was something you could do. His subtle smiles exchanged and the lingering touch spoke a language of their own to you.

As you continued to ramble back and forth with each other, the orange glow of a fire suddenly burst towards the other end of the grassy field, that seemed to stretch to the end of the island. As it commanded both of your attention instantly, Kakyoin’s relaxed smile fell to a tense face of concern. As the mood shifted, you both ran towards the flame. You hear a cry from Cameo. “Impossible! You should be dead!” As you approached the two, Mr. Joestar suddenly appeared at your side gripping your shoulder, bringing you to a grinding halt. Noticing that you weren’t beside him anymore, Kakyoin turned back to you both.

“Let Avdol handle it, okay?” His voice, gruff yet soft, guided the three of you to observe from a safe distance as Cameo, Polnareff, and Avdol grappled with the mysterious situation. A burst of flames enveloped Cameo, toasting him. A small grin plastered Mr. Joestar's face, knowing his friend was back. "Let's head back to the shore and get ready to go, now that we have Avdol," Mr. Joestar suggested as Polnareff and Avdol shared what can be described as a uh, bonding moment.

Jotaro waited on the shore for all of you and you all stood around for a few moments quietly. At the shore, a quiet moment ensued, interrupted by Polnareff's jubilant emergence from the grass, wearing the biggest smile you had ever seen. "Guess who I just ran into!" he exclaimed, initiating an enthusiastic musical performance, "Da, DaDaDa, Da, Da, Da, Daaaaa!" to unveil Avdol.

“Well then, let’s go.” Mr. Joestar said nonchalantly. The rest of the group began to catch up with Avdol as they were before. Polnareff began to yell at the rest of you in shock about how Avdol came back from the dead. Mr. Joestar then explained that he lied about Avdol being alive. “It was all just an act?!” Polnareff lamented.

Amidst the unfolding events, you found yourself once again lost in contemplation. Although your mission tied you to Dio, the camaraderie and unexpected adventures and the secret third thing with Kakyoin with the group stirred a sense of conflicting loyalty. I know I'm here to report for Dio, but there's nothing wrong with having a little fun in the process, I suppose, you mused internally. Rationalizing that Dio's fading foresight focused solely on an intuitive connection with the Joestars, you reassured yourself, "I'm not disobeying, technically. Which hopefully also means Mom's safety."

Interrupting your thoughts, Kakyoin turned back to you, signaling to rejoin the group as they approached the shoreline. "It's almost here! Come on and let’s go!" Mr. Joestar called out. Both you and Polnareff stood dumbfounded as a submarine emerged. "A submarine?! You actually bought this?!" Polnareff exclaimed, echoing the incredulity shared by the group.

“Seriously. Where are you guys getting this stuff?”

You all boarded. Now safe within an unbreachable submarine, you began to cruise northwest towards Egypt.

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I hope someone gets the “JoJo's abridged" reference tee hee. I finally got this out before the end of January! I hope you're enjoying so far. My mom's health is significantly better, and I'm adjusting to my new uni schedule so I hopefully should be able to be updating more. I also have intentions to go back ands edit some of the first chapters. As always, constructive criticism is always appreciated. Also, are y'all liking slightly silly Dio? I'm still trying to figure out how to write him. Taglist is open &lt;;3

taglist: @kerto-p @pancakesyrupthief

[rosemaidenvixen]

FOR THE HALLOWEEN PROMPTS ,,

“your costume looks great.”

He reached out and rang the doorbell, the chiming sound followed by the soft thumb of footsteps from within. The door opened, revealing Seamus inside, who did a double take when he spotted Jim.

Oh no was the concealment stone flaking, was some part of his troll form expo–

“Dude sick,” a wide grin split Seamus’ face “Your costume looks great,”

Relief washed over him, Jim returning Seamus’ smile with one of his own  “Thanks, yours looks awesome to,”

Seamus tipped his broad-brimmed hat and puffed out his chest in pride, making the ‘Hawkins Police Department’ badge stand out “What ever lame-o, get in there,”

Jim laughed and allowed Seamus to gently push him the rest of the way inside. He was still a troll under the illusion and all, Seamus couldn’t move him even with two other people to help. When he saw his reflection in the hallway mirror as he walked by he couldn’t help but stop and admire it

He was wearing one of the uniforms from Cosmic Frontier, although he’d have to ask Gus or Hunter for the specific meaning behind it, but underneath that he was his old self. Lanky and pale with long dark hair, completely and totally human. Sure it was just an illusion, but it felt good to be back in his old skin, even if temporarily.

“Hey guys,” Jim stepped into the living room where a large crowd of people was milling around, including his group huddled around the coffee table.

“Hey Jimbo,” Toby grinned at him from behind the fake beard of his High Mage Maverik costume. The others smiling and chorusing their hellos as well. Claire and Gus were in more sci fi outfits, again from Cosmic Frontier with their meaning escaping him, Luz and Amity were dressed as Azura and Hecate, but…

Jim glanced around as he took his seat “Where’s everyone else?” 

“Steve met up with Eli and they went outside to help set up the bonfire,” Toby said “Darci, Willow, and Hunter went out with them to smash some pumpkins. Now me and Gus need to go rehearse for later. We’re combining stage magic and illusions for a magic show that will knock your socks off!”

“We’re going to saw someone in half!” Gus add eagerly. 

“And one of us will get set on fire!”

“Oh uh…” whatever words of caution Jim had were lost as the two of them rushed off “They’re going to be ok…right?”

“Hey if worst comes to worse we have a lot of practice fighting magic fires,” Luz leaned over and elbowed Claire with a grin “Ain’t that right?”

Claire flushed and Jim couldn’t help the chuckle that rose out of him at the sight “At least we learned something, trying to use fire to fight abominations just leads to flaming abominations,”

Now it was Amity’s turn to blush, both her and Claire dark red while him and Luz snickered.

“Well…let’s worry about that later,” Amity got to her feet, pulling Luz up along with her “We still have some time before the bonfire and I want to try bobbing for donuts,”

“Oh yeah,” Luz smiled “All the fun of bobbing for apples without sharing spit with everyone else at the party,”

“Sounds great,” Claire recovered and stood as well “The donuts not the sharing spit part, mind if we join you?”

“Sure, the more the merrier,”

The four of them headed outside through the door underneath the back porch. The Johnsons had a large yard that butted up against the woods. And past the grass of their lawn there was a wide open space between their house and the trees. It was pitch dark already, but Jim could still see Seasmus, Eli, and Logan piling up wood for the bonfire. A little was away from them was the pumpkin smashing group. Hunter alternating between tossing pumpkins at Darci and Willow, the girls bashing them out of the air with their bats with expert percision.

Underneath the porch half a dozen donuts hung down from the ends of yarn. On the porch above Jim spotted Steve and a few others laughing and yanking on the yarn as the people below tried to snag donuts in their mouths.

The four of them scurried up, each under their own string, making grabs at the donuts with their teeth. Dodging and weaving to try and snag them as the donuts swayed in the air, courtesy of Steve’s yanking. Sometimes they managed to get bites out, but for each bite there were least three misses. All shrieking and giggling as  their faces became more and more covered in powdered sugar from each near miss. Jim laughing and getting dusted right along with them. Sure ever since he became a troll sugar and anything sweet tasted nasty, but donuts were usually fatty enough to make them bearable, and that yarn…

Luz was the first one to finish eating her donut, opening her mouth wide enough to snag what was left after her sustained biting. Followed by Claire, then Amity, then finally Jim.

Claire giggled at him as he walked over to join them standing out on the lawn “You know the donut is supposed to go in your mouth, not all over your face,”

“Hey I’m just not a sugar person, but if you could save me that yarn…”

Claire and Luz laughed at that, giving Amity an opening to swoop in and peck Luz on the cheek.

“Well I think all this sugar makes my batata even sweeter,”

Now it was Luz’s turn to flush.

“Hey!” Steve shouted down at them from the top of the porch “No making out in front of the donuts! Take that PDA to the porch swing,”

“Screw you Steve,” Mary’s voice called out, from the angle of the porch they couldn’t see her fully, but the multicolored skirt of her Lucy costume was visible sitting on the edge of the swing  “The porch swing’s taken,”

The four of them laughed while Steve groaned and rolled his eyes “Whatever, now you ate the donuts so get in the kitchen and string some more,”

“Whatever you say Steve,” Jim called up, giving a cheeky salute.

“And Lake you’d better not eat all the yarn,”

Jim shut his mouth with a click, face growing hot, the girls all giggling.

Heading inside to the kitchen, they found an open box of donuts and a ball of yarn waiting for them and got to work. Taking seats with Jim and Luz pulling out yarn and cutting long strands of it while Claire and Amity tied the donuts. And Jim did not eat all the yarn, just the scraps and trimmings thank you very much.

After they’d been sitting in silence for a few moments, Luz spoke up “So if you don’t mind my asking, how’d you guys meet?”

“Well we first met at a fundraiser Claire’s mom, Councilwoman Nuñez, was holding at my mom’s hospital,” Jim leaned back and set his scissors aside “But we didn’t really get to know each other until we were in the school play together,”

“Wait don’t tell me the play was–”

“Yep,” Claire said with a pop and a sly grin “It was Romeo and Juleit with Jim as Romeo and me as Juliet,”

“Awww, so romantic,”

“How about you two,” Claire leaned forward “How’d you meet?”

Amity’s face instantly turned bright red and Luz let out an awkward chuckle “I maaaaayyyyy have snuck into Hexside, and then one thing led to another and Amity was bringing the principal in and he tried to dissect me,”

“Noooooo,” Amity threw herself back in her chair, hands going up to cover her face “It sounds so bad when you say it out loud,”

“Hey it’s not too different from how I met Draal,” Jim cut in “He was mad that the amulet chose me and not him, then I accidentally challenged him to a fight to the death. One thing lead to another, now he lives in my basement and we’re practically siblings,”

Amity sat up, peeking through her fingers, while Luz 'awed’ again “So you gained  an unofficial brother,”

“Well actually we might be official, I still need to double check with Blinky to see if trolls count holding you by your ankles and dunking you in a mud puddle as official adoption or unofficial,”

Claire elbowed him with a giggle “Knowing Draal he probably calls that Tuesday,”

They all laughed at that, and were still laughing when Seamus came into the room.

“Hey nerds! Put down those donuts and grab the smores makings. It’s bonfire time!”

Luz scrambled to her feet, ecstatic grin plastered all over her face “Sweet! You’re gonna love this sweet potato,”

She grabbed the marshmallows while Jim picked up the graham crackers and chocolate bars. The four of them heading back outside, running straight into Darci, Toby, Hunter, Gus, and Willow underneath the porch.

“Hey guys!” Darci called “Hurry up they’re about to start the bonfire, have you seen Mary,”

“No,” Claire replied with a small frown “Last I saw she was–”

“Guys we have a situation,” Mary strode towards them from down the porch stairs, voice firm and expression dead serious.

All of them instantly turned towards her “What is it?”

Mary glanced at her phone then back up at them “There’s a story trending about an incubus and a bird woman going around vandalizing monuments and graffitiing ‘Dismantle systems of oppression’ on everything,”

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed those words.

“What….?” Luz squeaked out.

“Yeah it looks like the Christopher Columbus statue next to Arcadia Oaks Academy is missing its head,” Toby stared down at his phone with a wince.

“I’ve checked and there haven’t been any clear photos taken and a lot of people think it’s a hoax,” Mary’s face was chalky, a stark contrast to her usual spunk “But guys it’s– it’s everywhere,”

There was around five seconds of stunned silence where people checked their phones or stood there in shock, only to be broken by the sound of Jim’s phone ringing.

He raised it to his ear “Hello? Hey mom, oh, yeah I can put you on speaker,”

Jim tapped his phone twice and held it out.

“Hello?” Barbara’s voice echoed out.

“Hi Dr. Lake,” Toby replied “What’s happening?”

“I take it you kids have seen the story online?”

Uncomfortable looks simultaneously flashed on all of their faces.

“You…mean the one about Strickler and Eda?” Hunter said slowly.

Barbara sighed “Yes that one, I’m just calling to let you know that I have it under control and there’s no need for you kids to come home early or change your plans,”

Luz scooted forward “So is Eda…”

“They’re both at my house. Apparently they got to comparing troll meads with something called ‘apple blood’ and one thing lead to another,”

“Are they ok?” Willow spoke up.

“They’re both fine, just incredibly drunk,”

Jim couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, brain refusing to register his mom’s words “So when you say Strickler’s drunk–”

“I mean he and Eda nearly broke down my door holding empty spray paint cans and the severed head of Christopher Columbus, then Strickler asked me if I was single and cried when I said I was married,”

Toby shouldered up next to Jim closer to the phone “Did you tell him that he’s the one you’re married to?” 

“Well I was going to, but then he threw up in the hydrangeas and passed out,” Barbara said flatly.

Even though it wasn’t directed at him Jim couldn’t help but wince at her tone. As soon as he woke up and sobered up Strickler was in for a bad time.

“What about Eda?” Amity added, siding in next to Luz “Is she alright to?”

“She’s fine, she’s just up on the roof and refuses to come down, but her partner and her sister are working on that. Anyways, we have it under control, you kids don’t worry about it and enjoy the rest of the night,”

Jim bobbed his head “Will do,”

“Thanks kiddo, love you,”

“Love you to mom,”

With that Jim hung up the phone.

“So….we still on for the bonfire?” Gus asked.

Mary grinned “Mr. S and the owl lady are fine so I say let’s do it!”

“Yeah Eda’s with Lilith and Raine, not to mention Jim’s mom,” Luz stepped back, the tension draining from her expression “She’ll be fine. Let’s just have a normal, human Halloween,”

They nodded and murmured agreement, heading out further into the yard, where the first sparks were beginning to glow in the dark night.

[thetwistedcryptid]

Twst oc Valentines headcanons

彡(✿╹◡╹) 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.. 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦?? [ocs featured: Bowie, Cailean, and Bomani] warning: long post || triggers: none

彡(✿╹◡╹) 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.. 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦?? [ocs featured: Bowie, Cailean, and Bomani] Route 1: Bowie Eustace

🐂 you get a knock on your door, and go to check to see who it is. standing on the door step of your old run down dorm, was a fellow NRC student. he was a Bull-beastman from the Tumbleranch dorm. a dorm filled with 'old western' themes and people, from what you knew.

🐂from the tops of his bull horns, down to his boots - he was about 7'0" tall. he was somewhat buff, muscles of which could be seen from under his his dorm uniform.

🐂you weren't super close with him, but had a science class with him. and he helped you out during gym classes whenever you began to fall behind everyone else. he was a gentle giant in a sense, always there for you when others didn't spare you a 2nd glance. he was one of the few people outside of your established group of friends that you told about your magic-less status.. and he never treated you any differently. in his own words 'people are people, no matter their core'. his earnest personality and kindness were why you were drawn to him so much.

🐂upon you opening the door, his bull tail swayed side to side in a semi-rapid fashion, giving away how excited he was to see you despite him trying to appear composed. brushing some of his thick curly locks out of his face.

"Hey Bowie! what brings you here today? sorry if the yard looks like a graveyard, i haven't had time to tidy it up--"

🐂" 's aight! don' matter to me much. think it gives 'er dorm it's own personality! a-anyway, i.."

🐂he handed you a fresh sunflower, which was in a small pot - a pot that had a pretty bow tied around it. his alluring southern accent filled your ears as he spoke.

🐂"I wanted tha' know if.. ye wanted tha have.. a picnic with me? 's ah nice day out, an' could give us time ta get ta know each other! since we usu'ally only eve'a see each other durin' classes..."

he seemed a bit nervous, his typical goofy lopsided smile wobbled a little in anticipation as he waited for an answer.

🐂 you thought it was a fun idea, and agreed to go along. which made him perk up, and you could see the will power of him fighting back the urge to hug you, in order to not make you uncomfortable. he had always been a touchy-feely kind of guy when it comes to interacting with others.

🐂 you left a note for grim, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed. and before you left you put the sunflower in the lounge - in front of a window, so it could get enough light. you'd have to plant it outside once spring comes around.

🐂 you left the area around your dorm, him gently grabbing your hand as you walked side to side. interlocking your fingers and cradling your hand in his bigger one with tender care. he did it so casually, as if it was normal to do so. the contact with someone you admired made your cheeks become dusted with a light pink.

🐂 you both soon arrived at the botanical gardens, him holding open the door for you like a gentlemen. you spotted a picnic basket and blanket under the tree in the center of the room. at first you were worried leona would be here, as this is his favorite napping spot, but Bowie assured you that he wouldn't bother either of them today. not letting you in on the fact he had to bribe leona to insure no interruptions.

🐂 you both sat down on the blanket and began to chat. the room being filled with your conversation and occasional laughter. you ate sandwiches and fresh fruit - even some of your favorite chocolate from a store in the towns that's at the center of the isle of sages.

🐂 you asked how he knew you liked this chocolate, and he rubbed his neck while blushing. admitting he asked one of the people in your small clique the other day, and set aside time yesterday in between his dorm activities in order to head into town and buy it for you.

🐂 soon he began to play a song for you on his harmonica, claiming its a song he was working on (secretly for you) and wanted some feedback. it was an upbeat yet smooth tune, making your heart swell in awe.

🐂 he even offered to each you, and you spent a little while trying to learn how to use his instrument, it wasn't too hard but you would probably need a lot of practice to get to his level.

🐂 whenever you got a note/sequence right while playing, he would playfully ruffle your hair.

🐂 you thought to yourself - 'wait.. he never washed off the harmonica before he gave it to me to use.. is this- an indirect kiss??' the thought made you blush, and you tried to think of if it was intentional or not on his end. but when he asked about your red face you brushed it off, saying you were just tired from playing. to which he didn't question and took back the instrument. then you both took a small break.

🐂 after a while he fell silent and locked his vibrant violet eyes with yours, wringing his hands together nervously.

🐂 "s-so.. i wus wonderin'.. i reallah' like ya an' all, like.. very much! an' i wanted ta know if.. you would, y'know.. like ta be.. my valentine? not jus' this year, but.. every year?"

🐂 both of you had faces as red as riddles hear. there was a eerie silence between the two for you for a moment, before you launched your self at him - wrapping your arms round his neck, exclaiming 'yes!'

🐂 his smile beamed from ear to ear at your answer, he didn't seem to budge much when you leap at him. he quickly jumped up from his spot on the blanket and spun you around in a hug.

🐂 you two both soon felt back down onto the blanket, laughing like children, with you laying on top of him as he lied there on his back. your eyes soon met again before he nuzzled his cheek against yours affectionately.

🐂 "I wouldn' trade ya f'ur anythin' in tha world, Sugarbug." Route 2: Cailean Atharrais

🪶you hear a ping for a notification on your phone. bored and in search for anything to do to pass the time, you hop up from the couch and head over to the kitchen counter, where your phone was sat. having been charging all night.

🪶you unplug you're phone and unlock the main screen, and see the message sent from an rsa student you befriended a few months ago, who had helped you take fertilizer from the town to nrc to set up for some magic plant lesson. "hey! could you come over to rsa today? Neige and the dwarves are setting up stuff for a small party in celebration for it being hearts day and all, and we want an outside opinion on the set up. you can even join in on the party too when we finish!"

🪶you were a bit surprised by the invitation, but being in a gathering of actually friendly faces for once sounded like fun! at the very least, it would be a good break from the villainous students at your school that your surrounded by each day.

🪶you texted back; "sure! I'll be there as soon as i can. can't wait :)" to which Cailean sent back "ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬" in response.

🪶you got ready and left your dorm, leaving behind a note for grim to find when he wakes up. hopefully ace and deuce can keep him company, and keep him from burning anything down, while your gone for the day.

🪶you eventually arrived at the rsa campus, walking across the bridge to the school building. as soon as you step off the bridge, a bird swoops down in front of you - and with a 'poof' a boy lands on the ground right where the bird was about to. he quickly stands up from his crouched landing position, and brushes himself off.

🪶it was Cailean! he was wearing his school uniform, and honestly it was the first time you had seem him in such fancy clothing.. but it suited him. he had added his own flare to the typically orderly clothing. his brown with black striped swooped to one side hair bounced looked a little frizzy due to moving so much, but his freckled face beamed with an ear to ear smile upon his deep brown chocolatey eyes landing on you're form.

🪶" 'ey! ye mayde it!" the 5'8" boy chirps out in a singsongy type of tune with his prominent scottish accent, before pulling you into a firm hug while jumping up and down a bit. "Nice ta see ye ageen, Dove!"

🪶you laughed and hugged him back. when he eventually let go of you, he ushered you through the schools front gate while chatting with you about what's happened since you last saw each other. admittedly, not much on his end. but you had some fun tales to tell about grim and your other 1st year pals, to which he gave his full attention for.

🪶as he walked with you through the halls, laughing all the way, some people gave you a passing glance. not expecting to see you there, but not saying anything as they were all seemingly rushing around with their own tasks. eventually you both exit the main school building, and arrive at the wide open space with a big fountain, that sits in between the paths to each dorm. the whole place was decked out with decorations, and people! turns out that 'small party' for negie's dorm quickly turned into a big school wide party, since neige just couldn't help himself and invited any students he came across.

🪶he took you around and asked for your opinion on different parts that were being set up - the color pallets, the amount of balloons, the shape of balloons, the types of deserts, etc. after collecting that feedback, Cailean ran off to give the info to Neige.

🪶after about a half hour, the set up was finished, your opinions having been taken to heart and implemented right away. people soon began to file into the area in a more steady flow, and begin mingling with each other as someone got onto a DJ station and began to play some upbeat dance music through the amps. people either went solo or paired up on the decently sized makeshift dance floor on the grass next to one of the dorm buildings.

🪶after a while of picking around the food table and chatting with some people, you felt a tap on your shoulder. spinning around on your heel, you came face to face with Cailean. he had a cheeky grin on his face, before bowing slightly and extending out his hand to you.

🪶" 'ello, Dove! mey I.. hev 'is dance?"

🪶you chuckled and put your hand on his, "course you can, scatterbrain."

🪶" 'ey think ye mhen 'fancy-brain' !" he chimes as he swings you around and drags you off to the dance floor. the two of you have a blast, spinning and swinging each other around and kicking your legs. you failing at trying to copy one of Cailean irish dance moves, and him giving you a thumbs up and mouthing 'A for effort'

🪶eventually, after a little while, a more somber and relaxing song came on. the two of you ended up slowly swaying back and forth, hands interlocked and chests close together. you could feel each others breath on your skin. both of you had faces as red as the cherry filling inside a tart. there was only a few other people on the dance floor along with the two of you, as most others had taken breaks to sit or eat some of the sugary concessions as the party came to a slow drawl.

🪶neither of you had said anything since the song began, but halfway through your dance partner took in a breath - trying to give himself some courage, despite his nervousness.

🪶"..ey, Dove?" he says softly, his warm breath flowing against your ear. making the hair on the back of your next stand on end. "Evry’hing hus been soh moch fhun! ey couldn' be mair happy.. tah hav' yah he'er. whan ey met ye that day.. ye mhade meh tha happiest half fae on tha isle of sages. ye make meh feel.. free." freer then a bhird in tha breeze!

🪶"h-heh.. sorrah if thats cheesy, bhut.. ey mhen it! an'.. if ey mhey be so bold, im not shure if it's selfish tha ask f'ur, bhut.. could ey... hev ye witt meh.. all tha time? not jus' todah, as a valentine, bhut as.. a partner?"

🪶you were stunned for a moment, the both of you just staring into each others eyes as the somber music slowly began to swell into a more heartfelt symphony. you both had stopped in place due to your surprise at his declaration.

🪶he panicked a little when you too a bit longer to respond then he expected, his nervousness showing more clearly. "c-course' ye don' hev tah agree if ye don' wa--" but, you swiftly cut him off with a kiss. his blush turning a darker shade of red, if that's even possible. but he soon leaned into the kiss, and let out a stutter-y coo'ing bird sound. the taste of honeydew was noticeable on his lips. when you pulled away after a minute, you two were the last two on the dance floor. lost in your own world.. some people noticed and clapped for you, but most were preoccupied and didn't realize what was happening. the two of you shyly soon made your way off the dance floor, hand in hand, and headed towards a more quieter place to just enjoy each others company and relax for a while as you both process the bloom of your new union. Route 3: Bomani Melokuhle (meet-cute <3)

🦈towards the afternoon, your inner circle of friends contacted you and asked if you wanted to spent some time down at the beach today, since it was such a night day outside and they wanted to have some fun while the weather was still nice this week. you agreed and headed down into the town in the center of the island with grim, to get some supplies. since you didn't have a swimsuit or any beach gear. grim decided to wait outside for you.

🦈as you went to the counter with your things, you bumped into someone - both of you dropping your things onto the floor with a 'oof!', though luckily you fall down from the collision - due to the fact the other person wraps an arm around your shoulders to catch you. your faces ending up a few inches away from each other.

🦈after opening your eyes, which you originally closed in anticipation, upon not hitting the ground.. you locked eyes with the other person. which seemed to be a boy, somewhere around your age range. and very handsome at that.

🦈 the boy had warm pecan colored skin, which was covered completely in freckles from head to toe (from whatever skin you could see) - far more freckles then their friend cailean has, since cailean only has them on his face/shoulders. he has emerald green eyes that shimmer as the light from the ceiling fixtures above you shine down upon the room, and he has obsidian black hair .. which seemed to be very curly from the front fringe of thick curls, though most of it was pulled back into a low hanging, semi-big, puffy bun. he also seemed like a mix of chubby and muscular in terms of physique.

🦈you didn't recognize him at all, but you knew he probably wasn't from nrc due to that fact. people did live in this town of the center of the island, so he could just be a resident. since he isn't dressed like the typical tourist.

🦈soon the boy heaved you up back to your feet, and out of the half salsa dip pose you were being held in. it was only less then a minute, but it felt like much longer when you both were just lost in each others eyes.

🦈the boy give a toothy smile to you, showing off his shark-looking sharp teeth, before waving his hand in your face and giving an alluringly baritone voiced "helloo~?" which makes you snap out of the daze that you didn't realize you were in. a light pink blush dusting your cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed for staring at this stranger.

🦈"oh- sorry! didn't mean to stare, i- uh" luckily for you, the boy didn't seem offended by it, and gave a hearty chuckle, pretending to wipe a tear in a comedic fashion. which made you feel a bit less uneasy about the situation.

🦈"it's alright, no harm done." he waved a dismissive hand, "anywho-" he dropped down into a crouch and began to separate your items from his, soon handing you your things before grabbing his own stuff and standing back up. "sorry for making you drop your things! i tend to wander, and when i wander.. i get lost in my own thoughts, and just don't focus on whats around me. heh heh, i wouldn't purposefully mess up the schedule of a sea star like you."

🦈as he was being very complimentary and casual, you accepted your items back, hugging the things against your chest to insure you wouldn't drop them again. "sea star?" you inquire.

🦈"yeah! your [y/n] right? it's a pleasure to finally meet the one making waves over at nrc. anyone who's anyone on this island knows about you, considering how many overblots you've fought and quelled! real impressive work there. your one tough cookie!"

🦈"oh- heh, sorry, i didn't introduce myself." he extends his hand, and you shake it. "Bomani Melokuhle. the star of the rsa swim team, and ukulele player extraordinaire on this side of the isle of sages!" ah.. so he was from rsa. well, that's a surprise, but also not a surprise..? you seem to be befriending a lot of rsa students recently.. so it's quite on brand.

🦈the two of you head to the counter together as you chat, and yo find you that you have quite a few things in common with him, in terms of interests. except for extreme surfing ... which he says he'll happily teach you, and you tell him you'll think about it.

🦈he goes to pay for your things as well. "oh- you don't have to, i have money" to which he just gives a warm smile, "yeah, but i want to. don't worry 'bout it, 'kay?" you begrudgingly agree.

🦈as grim complains about how long you took in the and asking what the hold up was, you and Bomani bid each other farewell. and you watch as he walks down the road, soon out of sight as he rounds a corner. oh wait- you forgot to get his number.. well, maybe another time.

🦈you then take grim and head off down to the beach, where your friend group had already set up in a pretty good spot. you all played volleyball, build sandcastles, the whole shebang. the beach was crowded for a while, but as the day went on and the evening arrived, people began to slowly leave. your group still stayed, even as the beach soon became almost empty, but your plans were soon cut short as the wind began to pick up. and soon after it began to rain.

🦈 your friends all complained and began to pack up, really only jack cared about the rain due to his tail. but as you finished gathering your things, grim told you he lost his sunglasses, and ordering you as his henchmen to get them as he flew off. you relented, and soon spotted the sunglasses. you managed to grab them before they could be washed off to sea, but as you turned your back to the water a wave slammed down on you from behind. all you could hear was the sound of the waves, mixed with the muffled voices of your friends calling out to you, as you get dragged away from shore.. while underwater you see some glimmers of something blue nearby, before your vision fades out.

🦈eventually you wake up on some rocks next to a light house nearby RSA, coughing up a bit of sea water as your vision steadies itself. you quickly notice that the sun had finished setting, and it was now nighttime. and something was approaching in the water..

🦈 it was bright spotty blotch of a neon aquamarine color, moving towards the cove from the water. a head soon poked through the surface of the water, and you noticed it was Bomani! other then his hair being out of the bun and flowing around his shoulders in bundled frizzy curls and all of his freckles glowing - it was him! he seemed to now have gray skin and sharp ears, along with his lower half being that of a shark - almost covered in glowing spots.

🦈 he checks if you were okay and not hurt at all, even giving you the sunglasses, which he found after saving you, he offers to swim you back to the beach. which you agree. he takes you by the hand, and guides you back into the water, you wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist and rests his chin against the crook of your neck.. holding you close to his body, which was warm compared to the cold water.

🦈he casts a spell to allow you temporary water breathing, since you don't have gills like him, and takes you back to the main shore. your friends were there waiting for you, but before you depart he gives you a peck on the cheek and winks "till we meet again.. sea star." then swims off. your heart bubbles with a new fuzzy feeling...

[tennessoui]

you were talking about catty obi wan a few days ago which reminded me a little bit of the smithsonian au we havent heard abt her in a little! i love it so so much especially that one snippet you have at the party where obi decides hes leaving. that one makes me feral bfhddjjf out of pure curiosity if you were to write another little segment what would you write for that one?

here is another little segment! autumnally themed (the aforementioned 'cuffing season' ficlet, but make anakin and obi-wan literally unhinged and criminally oblivious)

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“Padmé,” Anakin Skywalker throws his wrapped sandwich onto the table before swinging the chair around so he can lean his front against the backrest, work slacks tightening indecently along the stretch of his thighs.

Obi-Wan puts his half-eaten salad panini aside. His mouth is suddenly very dry, which happens sometimes when he eats bread. He takes a sip of his American lemonade, a product that still fascinates him.

“Hello, Anakin,” Padmé greets from the head of the little table. “How have you been?”

“I think I’m lonely, Padmé,” Anakin declares. He’s not looked at Obi-Wan once, which really is just rude. “I think I want to get a girlfriend.”

“Pass,” Padmé says and bites at the tightest curl of her curly fries. 

“Not you,” Anakin hurries to say. “We tried that already. It was awful.” 

Padmé arches an eyebrow. 

“You weren’t awful,” Anakin says even faster. “Just—together—we weren’t—“

Obi-Wan’s stomach feels awfully tight. Perhaps he has overeaten or the sandwich from the food court Panera has not agreed with him.

“It’s autumn,” Anakin says sullenly as he starts ripping the plastic covering off his lunch.

“Who’s Autumn?” Obi-Wan hadn’t meant to say anything. Drat.

But the question stands. He hasn't heard of any new employees at the Air and Space Museum. Perhaps Autumn is a construction worker, Heaven knows they’ve been hanging around there for the better part of two years. Maybe Autumn is a girl from Texas. Maybe Autumn is a woman Anakin’s met on one of his nights out on the town that always show up on his Instagram stories, not that Obi-Wan watches those. Maybe she’s an attractive, busty woman who works as a consultant in Navy Yard.

No, Anakin wouldn’t go to Navy Yard on principle. Adams Morgan. Maybe he met Autumn at a bar in Adams Morgan. Maybe—

A hand lands on his forearm. “The season, darling,” Padmé tells him in a very mocking tone.

Obi-Wan can feel his cheeks heating at the same time Anakin says accusingly, “Darling?”

“Why do you want a girlfriend because of the season? Do you plan to have a boyfriend for the spring and a partner in the summer?”

Anakin shoots him a very dirty look before glaring at the hand Padmé has rested on his skin until she removes it to eat another curly fry.

“Have you never heard of cuffing season?” Padmé asks him with interest. “Do they not have that in the United Kingdom?”

“I think it’s less of a British thing and more of an old man thing,” Anakin replies, kicking out beneath the table and brushing past Obi-Wan’s foot with forceful intent. 

Padmé cuts in before Obi-Wan can respond which is, probably, for the better. “Cuffing season in America is what people call it when you date someone for a short period of time so that you can partake in the typical couple activities of the next few months. Pumpkin patch picking, horror movie watching, couples costumes, thanksgiving dinner, ice skating….”

Obi-Wan furrows hooks eyebrows in confusion. “Can’t you do all that with a group of friends?”

“Not romantically,” Anakin replies. He’s bitten into his sandwich and is partly through with chewing. There’s mustard on his chin. Obi-Wan decides not to tell him.

“So you want a girlfriend for a few months? And then what? Dump her in January?”

“Exactly,” Anakin says. “But I suppose I’m open to the possibility of dating a girl for cuffing season and then marrying her later because she turned out to be the love of my life. Sounds romantic, doesn’t it?”

For reasons Obi-Wan isn’t going to think about too hard, it quite literally sounds like the worst thing imaginable. Anakin, married?

“And how will you convince some poor lass to date you?” He asks, perhaps more waspishly than he intended. 

Anakin’s mouth falls open in offense. “I could get anyone I wanted to date me! And I don’t recall asking your opinion, Kenobi.”

“It’s called a conversation, I believe. When one person says something and another responds. Or do you just talk to listen to your own voice?”

“I like listening to my voice much better than I like listening to yours.”

“That’s unusual. Most all of the Americans I’ve met think my voice is lovely. They certainly seem to enjoy it during—“

“And I’ve lost my appetite, thank you both,” Padmé sighs and stands, crumbling up her paper container of fries and hamburger wrappings. “Anakin, I’m not going to set you up with one of my friends. I don’t want you to put your dick near any of them. Obi-Wan, our break ends in ten. I’m not making excuses for you if you’re late getting back online.”

Obi-Wan misses the first part of what she’s saying because he’s too busy glaring at Anakin, who is glaring right back at him. 

The man really could find a partner within a week if he were really serious about looking. He’s quite attractive, with his blond curls and bright blue eyes, the cut of muscle discernible through his work clothes. Sometimes at after-work happy hours, he’ll unbutton his shirt a bit, roll up his sleeves to play a game of darts in the back at Bar Deco, and there’s no way to prove that attendance to those happy hours have skyrocketed since pictures of Anakin focusing intently on the dartboard, corded forearm tense as he prepares to throw what was surely a bulls-eye had been posted on the intranet, but Obi-Wan knows it has. 

He’s made sure not to miss a single one since then, just out of scientific curiosity.

So if Anakin is going to find a girlfriend who will become a wife probably, then Obi-Wan wants to meet her. As soon as Anakin has, but that seems highly unlikely. He’ll settle for—

“Well, are you doing anything this weekend? For pumpkin patch walking and perhaps a haunted house tour?” He asks Anakin, who chokes on his turkey club. 

“Are you…sorry, are you volunteering to be my romantic—date?” Anakin asks once he has finished coughing into his napkin.

Obi-Wan waves a hand through the air. “Don’t be ridiculous. But if you’re available and can find a date by Saturday, I’d love to experience this aspect of American culture.”

“You want to…third wheel on one of my dates?” Anakin puts his sandwich down completely, which is probably for the better so as to avoid any more choking incidents.

“Well, I’d bring a date along too,” Obi-Wan points out. If Anakin can find a date then so can Obi-Wan. He hadn’t realized how lonely he also felt until this very moment actually. 

Good thing he’s clocked out for this lunch break. He’d hate to have such personal realizations while on company time. 

“You’re seeing someone?” Anakin’s tone is sharp again and bordering on accusatory. “Padmé didn’t say anything.”

“I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, no. Though if you are free, on Saturday, I’m sure I can find an interested party.”

Anakin pushes his food away from him, looking like he’s going to be sick. “I bet.”

“So?” Obi-Wan prompts when it doesn’t look like Anakin is going to say anything else of his own volition. “Saturday?”

“I have plans,” Anakin says.

“Oh,” says Obi-Wan. He feels strangely disappointed for several seconds. But of course Anakin has plans. His weekends are probably full for the next several months. A man like Anakin would never have time for a man like Obi-Wan. “Never you mind, then.”

“But—next weekend, I’m free. If you don’t mind waiting a week before going on your date.”

Obi-Wan blinks. He’d briefly forgotten about bringing another. “Yes, I should be available.”

“Great,” Anakin replies with so much enthusiasm in his voice that it must be faked. “We can hammer out the details later then.”

“Perfect,” Obi-Wan agrees. “I hope the weather holds up.” How banal! Talking of the weather! “With skies this blue, I can almost see why you love them so much.”

Much better.

Anakin blinks and then throws his head back with a laugh. Obi-Wan is struck dumb at the sight, though he recovers quickly.

Best not to stay around though, should Anakin decide to do anything else so ill-advised. 

He stands and gathers his own lunch trash. He’ll probably be very late back to his office, but perhaps he’ll be able to blame his tardiness on a couple of hordes of tourists. They all seem to have come out of the woodwork to enjoy the weather in the Mall.

“Would you care to hear some romantic advice from an old man?” He asks. “Though it may be horribly outdated, I wouldn’t know.” 

Anakin narrows his eyes, probably sensing a trap. His curiosity gets the best of him though. “Sure.”

“Perhaps wipe off that smear of mustard on your chin before you try to pursue a romance with anyone. I’m sorry to say, but yellow isn’t your color.”

He chuckles at how fast Anakin’s hands fly to his face, clutching a napkin. “I’ll have you know, everything is my color!” 

But Obi-Wan has already started to walk away, satisfied with getting the last laugh.

——————-

“Padmé, you have to help me,” Anakin begs into his phone. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

He can tell from the noises in the background that she’s only half-listening, chopping up ingredients for dinner. That’s fair. They’ve been on the phone for two hours.

She hasn’t offered any advice or any useful action items, of course, even though Anakin has given her plenty of time between segments of speech in order to intervene with any sort of aid.

“Ani, I quite honestly don’t know what you want me to do. You’ve gotten yourself into another incredibly peculiar and downright unfortunate situation.”

“And usually you help me out of those!”

“What are you telling these women? You’ve never in your life had trouble finding a date for an evening. What about Cassidy in the Botanical Gardens? I’ve always thought she would be interested in you.”

Anakin groans and collapses onto his mattress, still half-dressed in his work clothes and half in his exercise wear. He’d wanted to go on a run to clear his head, but then he’d thought that perhaps Padmé would be able to help him in his plight.

The plight being, of course, that no one wants to date him apparently.

“Cassie declined,” Anakin laments.

“Cassie has been panting after you for at least a year. There’s no way she’d decline. What did you say?”

“Well, she seemed interested when I asked…but maybe she just doesn’t like haunted houses? I told her that Obi-Wan asked me along on a double date to a haunted house and a pumpkin patch, and she sort of…said never mind?”

Padmé is very quiet for several moments. “What about Angela? I know Angela has implied that she likes you very loudly. Basically not implying anything except the sex position.”

Anakin frowns at the ceiling. “I asked. She thought maybe Obi-Wan wouldn’t want her to come along, they apparently don’t get along or something? I don’t quite understand it. I mean, whatever their beef is, not the not liking Kenobi part. Anyway, that’s basically what I told her and that it would be even more fun if Obi-Wan and her didn’t get along, because I love pissing him off, and she got sort of upset and um.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “And what?”

Anakin rolls over onto his stomach. “She dumped her lemonade on my lap? And said that it’s an asshole move to ask someone on a date just to pull someone else’s pigtails.”

There’s an even longer pause, before Padmé bursts out laughing.

“Stop it,” Anakin says. “It’s not funny. And now I don’t have a date, and I’m expected to go out with Obi-Wan tomorrow. He’ll be absolutely ruthless if I show up without a date! Please help me, Pads! I’m about to go out running in the street and asking every stranger under forty I see if they would like to date me for one day, specifically tomorrow, because I have this asshole coworker whose sole purpose is making my life a living hell by asking me to go on a double date with him and someone he apparently just asked out a few days ago because he’s so stupid and handsome and charming apparently that he can get anyone to date him at the drop of a goddamn hat because he thinks he’s God’s gift to women and men, apparently—”

Padmé has stopped laughing. “I can see why Cassie and Angela said no if you gave them the same speech,” she says. It’s not very comforting, so he stays silent and frowns into his pillow, deciding not to tell her he'd also been shot down by Rebecca, Virginia, Victoria, Sidney, and Rose.

“You could just cancel on Obi-Wan,” Padmé suggests.

Anakin bites back a scoff. Yeah, right. Why would he cancel on Obi-Wan? Then the man would know that he couldn’t find a date and that he was embarrassed about his own undateability. He’d really never let it go. He’d probably be hearing about how Obi-Wan had already picked out his nicest autumnal sweater and scarf when Anakin canceled for the rest of his life. Obi-Wan would probably remind him on his deathbed, he was a real asshole like that.

Cancel on Obi-Wan? As if.

“I can’t do that!” He tells Padmé. “Please, please. If you ever loved me at all—”

“I didn’t, that’s why we had to stop sleeping together because it got awkward every time you said it during sex—”

“--then you would give me the number of any one of your friends who is in the city and available tomorrow for pumpkin patch picking and haunted house going.”

Padmé seems to be debating something to herself because she doesn’t say anything for a very long time. “Fine.”

Anakin sits straight up in bed. “Really?”

“On one condition.”

“Anything.” “You have to think—using your very big brain—about why you don’t want to cancel on Obi-Wan.”

Easy. Anakin was just thinking about that. “Done. Because he’s an asshole and like a shark but instead of blood, he can smell weakness a mile away.”

Padmé sighs and then there’s the distinct sound of a wine bottle being uncorked. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she seems to tell herself. “But fine. Fine. Her name is Sabé. She owns a bar in Georgetown, which is also where she lives.”

Anakin fights back a groan at this. Georgetown is the worst area to travel to because there are no metro stops. He’ll have to drive to pick her up, if she agrees. But Padmé will get her to. He trusts Padmé with his heart (and future happiness) even if he doesn’t love her anymore.

Anyway, maybe this will be the best meet-cute in D.C. history. What if Anakin and Sabé actually fall in love because Anakin needed a date because of Kenobi and all of the women he’s ever talked to at work declined because no one wanted to spend time with Kenobi outside of work?

“Tell me more about Sabé,” Anakin requests. “What does she like?”

“Heavy metal music, her motorcycle, getting tattoos, a good curry, pumpkin spice lattes, horror films from the Golden Age of Hollywood, long walks on the beach, etcetera etcetera.”

This woman sounds great. Obi-Wan is going to lose his mind when he sees how cool Anakin’s date is. He’s going to be so jealous. Anakin’s already half in love with Sabé just from thinking about how jealous Obi-Wan is going to be.

“That’s great,” Anakin says with a wistful sigh. “Give me her number, I’ll ring her tonight. Maybe we can meet up before tomorrow.”

“Slow down, lover boy,” Padmé says. It sounds like she’s smiling. “Don’t you want to know how I met her?”

Anakin’s brows furrow. “I guess?” Padmé has a lot of friends in a lot of different walks of life, her knowing someone who owns a bar and has tattoos isn't unbelievable.

“We hooked up in the back of her bar a few times while I was getting my master’s at Georgetown. She likes long walks on the beach, mango margaritas, baking, and women. Exclusively women.”

Anakin flops back to stare at the ceiling as his daydreams dissolve until only Obi-Wan’s smug face remains. “You suck.”

“Still want her number? I can guarantee she’ll agree. She’s got a master’s in psychology, I’m sure she’ll find this whole thing fascinating.”

Anakin doesn’t know what’s so fascinating about pumpkin patch picking, but whatever. He’s sort of desperate. “Fine. Yeah. Thanks for letting me borrow your lesbian friend for a day.”

Padmé cackles. Anakin can’t believe he’d ever loved the sound of that laugh. “Oh, Ani. You’ll be borrowing my girlfriend.”

[mindful-of-ideas]

“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this!” you said.

“Drag you into this? It’s Christmas dinner,” Greg answered.

“Yeah, Christmas dinner is like important very important for some people.”

“Oh, not them, don’t worry about that.”

“And what if they don’t like what I got them!”

“You got them presents! Y/N, you shouldn’t have, you barely know them.”

“Sherlock just saved my life, getting him a present is the least I can do,” you replied, “And I got one for you and Molly, of course, and for Ms. Hudson, and one for Mycroft.”

“You… how did you end up getting one for Mycroft?”

“I don’t know, you talked so much about him and I just came across something that felt right and…”

“And you bought it, right. You know you didn’t need to do all that? They’ll be happy just to know you came.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Can we just change the subject please, now I’m just even more stressed.”

Greg wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you turned onto Baker Street. He grabbed the bag you were carrying, now understanding it was filled with presents. He pull you as close as he could.

Greg and you had been friends since forever. You grew up in the same small town, on the same street, and nothing could stop you from becoming friends even if you were a few years younger than him. It all started that summer when you crashed your bike right in front of his house as he was going out. You were 5 and 8 years old. As soon as he saw you on the ground, he came running to help and took you inside so that his mom could look at your wounds. You then spent the whole summer playing together. When school started, he stood up for you anytime you were getting bullied. The fact that, even if you had skipped a year, you were still too advanced for your class didn’t help with the bullying… and didn’t help with making friends. But it didn’t matter to Greg. He stuck by your side and so did you.

You briefly had to part ways when you went to university, him wanting to become a police inspector and you leaning more towards history. But you never spent too long apart and ultimately you had decided to continue your studies in history of crime. Which is how you met Sherlock, or more how he ended up saving.

See, sometimes, even the brightest private detective out there needs a little help. Especially with something as specific as a group of criminals who are copying the actions of past gangs and cults. So Greg called you thinking your expertise could help and hopefully you could work along with Sherlock to catch the criminals as soon as possible. And you did help in the end because by helping Sherlock, the criminals freaked out and captured you, a misstep which lead Sherlock to catch them. And save you. That’s why you were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street.

“You’ll be great,” Greg said, opening the door.

A flyer left in it said to just come up, so just like that, we set foot in the infamous 221B Baker Street. As soon as you got in the flat, you noticed how cozy it was. You had never been here, always meeting Sherlock with Lestrade at Scotland Yard. But there was something about this cluttered open space that made you feel right at home. You went around, saying hi to everyone, perhaps spending a little more time with people you already know. It was way easier to chat with Molly than with John if you were being honest. But you got trapped talking to the both of them as they were the only ones taking care of dinner.

“How about you let Greg and me finish this?” you asked, looking at Molly.

“Are you sure?” said John, “We don’t mind taking care of it, at least I don’t. Molly?”

“Oh, no of course I don’t mind.”

But you knew better. You once ate dinner at Molly’s flat and well, it would be more accurate to say you tried to eat what you thought was dinner at Molly’s flat.

“I really don’t mind, I actually like cooking,” you added.

“I could use a short break,” said Molly, thanking you with her eyes.

“Alright then!” said John, starting to explain what they had started.

And it was a disaster. But luckily for everyone, you were half decent in the kitchen and you had good hopes of turning this dinner around.

“Avoiding me?” Greg asked coming up behind you.

“You? Never, it’s just a lot of new people all at once.”

“I’m teasing you, it’s okay. So? What do I do?” he said clapping his hands.

If you were a decent cook, Greg was an excellent one. But he would never admit that in front of anyone, especially not Sherlock.

“You could take charge,” you said.

“You got this, I’m sure.”

“I could ask someone else for help too then. Mycroft maybe?”

“No, shut… alright we do this together.”

It was your turn to tease Greg. You didn’t know exactly what was going on between him and Mycroft, or even if there was a ‘between’ to talk about, but there was something. You couldn’t say for sure it was love since the last time Greg had a girlfriend, or any significant other, was when he was at uni, aka the only time you were apart. Still, you could tell something was going on, and the idea of calling Mycroft over just to mess with Greg was tempting, and you could always argue that you were trying to make more friends. But you didn’t even need to do anything.

“Trying to hide from the party?” Mycroft asked, sitting at the table behind you.

“No,” you said, “just trying to help out.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, don’t worry… Y/N, right?”

“Yes,” you said, going back to your work.

“Not much of a talker,” he said, now seemingly talking to Greg.

You looked down. You didn’t know Mycroft well enough to tell if he was being snarky or just didn’t have any filter. I mean, you knew Mycroft, but from Greg’s perspective, from what he chose to tell you about him.

“Guess not,” he finally said.

You bit your lip and your grip strengthen on the knife you were holding. You were trying to find something to say but it felt like your head was spinning. You closed your eyes, but someone grabbed your hand before you could say anything.

“Y/N?” said Greg.

You took a deep breath.

“Y/N? Are you okay,” he said, now whispering, “He’s being an asshole because he doesn’t know you but I’ll tell him off if you want me to.”

“It’s fine, I-”

“Mycroft, if you are scaring Y/N away and making them feel bad, I’m kicking you out,” said Sherlock, coming from the living room.

He put down a dirty plate, which was probably used for an appetizer, in the sink. He cocked his head trying to look at you, but you swiftly turned the other side. You could see Mycroft roll his eyes out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m asking questions,” said Mycroft.

“You are being rude,” answered his brother.

As the two of them kept arguing, you stood closer the Greg.

“Don’t get mad at him, but can you just change the subject… like can it not be about me being shy…” you whispered to him.

After a moment, Sherlock either gave up or won, because he went back to the living room. Greg cleared his throat.

“Well, you know what this reminds me of?”

“No,” said Mycroft.

“Y/N and their brother,” Greg said.

“How come?” Mycroft asked.

“Lots of fighting!”

You punch Greg gently, knowing he would understand that this was you thanking him.

“Spoken like a true only child,” you said, “Siblings fight all the time. And I still love my brother.”

“So do I, Y/N, don’t get that wrong,” said Mycroft.

“I didn’t say that,” you said, again feeling like he was accusing you.

“So don’t go around hurting him.”

“Mycroft come on Y/N would never!” Greg said, taking a step forward, blocking you with his body, “You don’t get to treat people like that, they even got you a present, show some respect for fuck sake!”

You softly grabbed the back of Greg’s jacket. Everyone here were adults, there was no reason to act like Mycroft was some bully on the playground. You looked up, crossing Mycroft’s eyes for the first time. His gaze was so cold, it was like he was trying to read your mind just by staring at you. Without even noticing, you were now fully gripping Greg’s jacket.

“Were the one cooking, don’t forget so either you ap-”

But Greg couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I tend to be overprotective of my little brother,” said Mycroft, cutting him off, “Just like Lestrade seems to be overprotective of you.

“It’s fine,” you said.

“No, it’s not. I’ll admit, I’m not good at making friends but this clearly was wrong. I’m sorry Y/N.”

“I’m not much better at making friends,” you admitted, “Maybe we could try again?”

“I’d very much like that,” said Mycroft, “If Lestrade let you…”

“I…I’m not…” he tried to say, definitely troubled by what just happened.

“They make their own decisions,” he finally said, and then, turning to you, “That was weird and quick, you’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Greg. Don’t worry too much about me, please.”

He pulled you towards him and kissed the top of your head.

“So, what are you two doing here,” said Mycroft, wanting to start the whole conversation over.

...

Not long after, dinner was ready. Greg and you went around with plates that wouldn’t fit on the table and waited for everyone to be served before sitting down. Once everyone had eaten at least one plate, people started sharing gifts. It was all a bit chaotic, but that’s what made it fun. You gave Mycroft his gift and he seemed happy enough. Surprisingly, he also had one for you. You unwrapped it, dubious, but curious nonetheless. As soon as you saw what it was, you turned to show Greg. How could Mycroft give you our favourite childhood book, but not only that, the exact same edition that you’ve been trying to find for years now? Greg just shrugged. For the first time of the night, you turned to Mycroft smiling, as you thanked him.

[postwarlevi]

Adoptive 1k words || Fathers Day 2022 Masterlist

Three years. That's how long it's taken to get here. As you and Levi drive your new addition home, you're so thankful the moment has finally come.

Talk of children started not long after you got married. You decided to wait a little while to create a good environment and have a nice savings put away.

After exhausting the natural course you come to terms that it isn't meant to be. Not that way.

And though you cried, Levi assured you everything would be okay.

You both became more determined, and after going through options, and knowing Levis upbringing, turn to adoption with hope.

The process is long and tiresome, and little Ava is nearly 5 years old before everything is finalized.

If there's an upside, you've been able to get to know her well, spending time with her and having her asking when she can come home with you once she's old enough to know that every time you leave, she has to stay behind.

Again you cry on days, and Levi does with you at times. But you never gave up.

"You excited, little one?" You ask Ava, turning around to view her sitting in the backseat.

"Yeah!" She exclaims, holding onto the stuffed kitty you brought her.

"We're happy too, Ava." Levi says from the drivers seat, looking over and sharing a smile with you.

Once on your street your eyes well up, for in the front yard is your massive supportive system of friends and family who have been along on this ride with you.

They're throwing Ava an adoption party.

You can't get her out of the car fast enough, and Levi holds Ava in one arm, and you in the other as tears do fall, this time with joy.

"Welcome home!" They all shout to the wiggling girl that has to be put down in a hurry. She's jumping and squealing and doesn't know what to do first.

There's streamers and toys and games, people all over that she somewhat remembers from her visits, cupcakes and cookies, presents wrapped in every color.

"This is all for you, baby." You kneel down to her and kiss her cheek and she hugs you, reaching up for Levi too.

"Go, run around." Levi tells her after you three share a hug together.

"Uncle Erwy!" You laugh as she runs over to Erwin first who scoops her up.

"You remember me?" He asks, both surprised and delighted.

"Yeah!" She giggles and squeezes his cheeks, causing lots of tender hearts at the moment.

"You just remember the ice cream, that's it." He plays with her. He's been there for a few of the times you brought her home for a day.

Ava spends half the morning going around to everyone, even the ones she hasn't met. Sometimes she looks to you for introductions but is pretty confident.

"You remember me?" Levis mom Kuchel has been there, sobbing just as hard as anyone, so happy for this new family, it's taken her forever to compose herself.

"Nana." Ava smiles at her, remembering her right away, and Kuchel is a happy mess again and picks up her granddaughter.

You and Levi have been making your rounds too and stop to check in with Ava at times and Levi comes over and embraces his mother and daughter, leaving you in tears once again as well.

You all get together to say hello to your parents as well and auntie Sasha snaps a picture of the family group, including Levis eccentric uncle Kenny, who is already making his great niece laugh.

You eventually dig into the food and presents and thank everyone for everything as people help clean up and start to leave.

It's just getting dark out when you finally have the house to just you three, and with all the snacks you had can't even think about more food, so get Ava settled into her room.

Even though it's clear she's sleepy, she still gets bursts of excitement at all the things.

More emotions surge when she runs back over to you and grabs onto your leg.

"I'm so happy mommy!"

"I am mommy, aren't I?" You pick her up and kiss all over her face, Levi standing close by with the biggest smile.

Both you and Ava reach out to him and he moves closer and holds you both, joining in the kissing frenzy, leaving you all laughing.

"And my daddy." Ava squishes his cheeks like she did Erwins before.

"My little girl." He says through puckered lips, earning more giggles.

After a long day you all settle on the couch and don't even make it halfway through the movie Ava has picked.

Somehow you're all on top of each other on the couch, and Levi looks at Avas sleeping form, and then you who won't last much longer either.

"My girls." He whispers, amazed at how long it took to get here, and how good it feels.

You get Ava into her own bed and kiss her goodnight, getting a sleepy "I love you" from her, as if your hearts could get any fuller.

The next year is a little hectic but full of love and many first occasions as a family, like summer vacation and dance recitals, of which Nana and others come watch. Also less fun things, like doctor visits.

You celebrate both adoption day and Avas birthday, and times flies as one day she's blowing out her 7 candles on her cake.

"What did you wish for?" You ask.

She gives you and Levi a mischievous grin. "A little sister."

You and Levi share a look, and two years later after a few more obstacles, welcome shy 5 year old Madeline home with her own party.

Ava takes the reins this time. "Maddie, this is uncle Connie. He gives the best presents." That gets everyone laughing.

Maddie feels much better with her big sister by her side.

A familiar happiness sets in that evening after the girls are in bed.

As you and Levi fall asleep together, you know everything has been worth it, so you could all end up right here.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Hello!

I have a few promts/ideas/questions I thought I could pitch out to you (and the other writers in your group, naturally). As I currently don't really have the time and/or creativity to use them myself, I thought they might be useful to someone. ^^

You don't have to use any of them, only if you want to work with them, of course! (I'll probably sent them seperately, seems more convenient for you, if not, please let me know! Or if you don't want them at all- no hard feelings!)

Suppose a neighbour/family friend approaches them to ask whether they would be open to the idea of hosting the neighbour's/family friend's young child's birthday party at their farm. The kid has wished for a farm-themed birthday and they are the first people the neighbour/family friend has thought of. They offer to compensate for the trouble in any way the family sees fit. How would they react? Given that they agree, how would it play out?

Hope you have a lovely day! ~pontocharonis

AHHH!!!!! HELLO!!!!

Literally always happy to write about them so yes please send me the prompts!! @/aki-draws-things joined me in this insane world I created and we both got addicted to writing it :)

Anyway! Here’s the cute little story for you!

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“I can’t fucking believe we’re hosting a child’s birthday party when our own child can’t even hold his head up.” Chris snorts and pats Ron on the arm. He picks up the baby in question.

“You’re excited right Jakey? Papa is just a control freak and doesn’t trust animals!” Tom walks by holding a baby goat and glares at the two standing around cooing over Jake. “You know it sure would be nice if one of my big strong husbands helped me with this fucker.”

Ron grins at Tom and presses a kiss to Jake’s head where it’s rested on Chris’s shoulder. Chris smiles at him, “come on Ronnie it’ll be okay.” Tom coughs and Chris smiles, he slips away from Ron and goes over to the man with the goat. “You too darling it’ll be fine. All the kids know to be gentle.”

Jake babbles at his other dad, “that’s right Jake. Tata is being absolutely responsible and adorable with that goat.”

David laughs from the kitchen. “It’ll give y’all good practice. Little Jake isn’t going to be an Angel forever.” There’s the sound of Lucas smacking him and then he appears.

“My little nephew will always be an angel in my eyes.” Chris grins at him, “thanks for being on my side Lu. They’re just evil.”

With that Lucas and Chris leave to go meet the moms that have slowly been showing up. Tom slips over to Ron and passes him the goat. “He’s your responsibility now. I’m stealing Jake that way our farm boy can be farmy.” Ron opens his mouth to protest but Tom is gone before anything can be said.

He stares down at the little brown goat. “Okay freak guess it’s you and me now, don’t bite me.”

Ron walks outside where he sees Chris on the ground surrounded by a bunch of eight year olds. One little girl has a princess crown, he assumes she’s the birthday kid.

Their neighbor Martha slips up next to him holding a baby of her own. “Y’all know how to throw a part for kids.” Ron shakes his head, “it’s all Chris and David. Tommy too. I just baked the cake.” She shakes her head and reaches for the goat. “Switch with me hon. I’ll handle the creatures if you handle my baby.”

Ron instantly switches with her. Tom from across the yard smiles when he sees how Ron wiggled out of animal care.

Maybe Lucas is right. Maybe this will be a good test.

[winterfireice]

Wish they were ok

The Edaline and Della parental angst I promised all of you enjoy!

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Edaline

“This is going to be fine,” I say after watching Sophie glitter away, Grady's hand is wrapped around mine, and we're both staring at the empty space in front of us where Sophie was standing.

“Of course it will be, there are a thousand bodyguards here and Sophie will be at Rimeshire fully away from any danger.” My husband says turning towards me. We both know we're both more worried about our daughter than we are about the neverseen attacking Havenfeild, we have already spent hours adding extra protection to the property and even have hidden weapons plus the number of goblins standing around us is making me feel slightly claustrophobic, I wonder if this is how Sophie feels all the time.

But Sophie somehow seems to attract danger not that it's her fault but knowing that the neverseen plans to attack tonight and that Sophie is without her bodyguard worries me.

Della

“Ok do you two have everything you need, toothbrush, toothpaste, pajamas?” I ask Fitz and Biana, “Yes mom, we have everything. You know we do know how to pack for one night right? I mean before we literally packed for possible forever a little while ago in one bag.” Biana says

“Yet somehow this time you have two full duffel bags” Fitz grunts as he puts down one of Biana’s heavy bags on the ground by his feet

“I know you two are more than capable but it's your mother's job to ask too many questions, and on that note are you sure I can’t convince you to bring your bodyguards with you?”

“Yes we are sure we're just going to be sitting in a room for hours looking at scrolls, you and dad will have a higher chance of being in danger. It's better that Grizel and Woltzer are with you.” Biana says

“Yeah plus we're going to have a great time,protecting people from danger is much more fun than reading old scrolls all night” Grizel says from the other side of the room where she’s standing with Woltzer, a bag slung over one of her shoulders.

I smile at her when Alden walks in “Just please be safe kids and don’t leave Rimeshire without proper protection.” He says

“Or just don’t leave Rimshire at all” I add there's no reason to have more people in danger than necessary, especially the children.

“We know, and we’ll be extra careful as long as you guys are.” Fitz says looking at all of us

“We will” I say pulling both of my kids into a hug, my husband joining in and the bodyguards joining moments later.

“Ok we should get going Soph is probably already there,” Biana mentions pulling away reluctantly.

Fitz pulls out his pathfinder, twirling it to Rimeshire’s location. They both say one more quick goodbye before glittering away.

“I guess it's our turn,” I say forming a linked line with our small group, Alden has his pathfinder already set to Havenfeild.

I've always loved Havenfeild, there's always something going on, it mostly being animal related. And even at the craziest of times it still somehow feels calm, even now with the possibility of an attack hanging over all of our heads it feels like nothing could go wrong.

“Hello” Edaline calls from across the yard

“Hi, how are you guys doing?” I say as we get closer to the door

“Oh you know just sent our daughter away because a group of people who kidnapped her are possibly going to attack us, so okay.” Edaline says,

I chuckle “Understandable, never did I think this would be an almost normal day for us.”

Eda and Grady nod with sad smiles on their faces. “Well, what can we help with?” Alden says after a moment

“Well we're mostly done with everything but we want to add a bit more wood on some of the animal enclosures just in case.” Grady says pointing to a small storage shed.

“If you and Grady take that half of the pens Della and I can take the others,” Edaline suggests to Alden as she gestures to the side of the property that the shed is on. “Perfect,” Alden responds.

He and Grady along with Sandor, Brielle, and Grizel start walking over while talking about the emergency plans in case they are needed.

Edaline

With a snap of my fingers, I conjure a stack of wooden planks and some nails, and four hammers.

“Cadoc and Woltzer could you put these across the Verminion’s door please?” I ask handing them all the supplies they will need.

After they nod I turn to Della “We will be putting these on Verdi's pasture there's a weak spot on one of the sides”

Della holds up the board while I hammer in the nails “It's terrifying,” I say after a few moments of silence “It's the middle of the day but I'm still worried someone is going to jump out of a shadow, do you think this is how the kids feel all the time?” I ask “They always seem so calm but the chance of danger all the time must weigh down on them right? I know it weighs down on me and it’s not even my life on the line most of the time.”

“It's worse, it’s our kid's lives, it's like having part of our hearts run around and go into literal battles,” Della responds, looking into my eyes I see a familiar face, one I see every time I look into a mirror. The look of masked terror that you can never get rid of, the mask slipping just for a moment and I feel an unimaginable amount of understanding.

“Were on the outside. As much as we want to take all their pain and fear we just have to stand here and hope for them to come back home.” Della adds adjusting the wooden plank and looking away from me. “It’s almost funny the one time my kids aren't in danger she basically begged to stay to help fight,” I say hammering in one of the last nails.

“Biana and Fitz spent the entire night trying to convince me and Alden to let them come.” Della laughs “It's concerning how ready and willing our children are to run towards the danger, says something about their fight or flight.”

“I know, I’ve gotten to the point where watching my fifteen-year-old jump off of cliffs is normal, but my heart still skips when her feet leave the ground even when I trust her completely.” I hear a chuckle from Della.

“You know what I think will make us feel better? Lunch how about we go back to the house and grab some food.” I say, hearing my stomach grumble

“I think that is an amazing idea.” Della agrees.

Della

“This all looks delicious,” I say to the gnomes that prepared all the food “thank you” they leave the room so it's just Edaline, me, and our husbands.

“Did yours call you yet?” Grady asks looking down at his imparter,

“No, me and Della told them that they didn't need to check up on us. But I kind of want to check on them.” Alden responds looking down at his own.

“I'm sure they're fine, Juline and Keslar wouldn't let anything happen to them.” Eda says, “Plus all they're doing is reading scrolls, how much trouble can they get into?”

We all look at her thinking about all the ways our children can get into surprising situations.

“Okay yeah never mind, but I trust them to be so full of anxiety for us that they don't risk their lives.” That we all nod at. The one time anxiety is helpful.

“I remember when Fitz was about five so Biana must have been three or something and they said that they wanted to be superheroes so they spent the day running around with capes tied to their necks and were jumping off furniture, it was adorable but I never thought that in about ten years they would actually be trying to save people,” Alden adds after putting his fork down on his plate and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“When you brought Sophie to us I did not think that anything like this would happen,” Grady says, “Also I don't think we ever really thanked you for that, Sophie is the best gift we have ever been given.”

“She really is, I just wish she didn't have to go through as much as she does.” Edaline holds Grady’s hand. “Well,” Eda clears her throat trying not to cry, “We should get back to work.”

“No, you all should stay inside the house where we as your bodyguards can see you at all times,” Sandor adds from the corner of the room where all the other bodyguards are, they were so quiet I almost forgot they were there.

“How about we finish up a few loose ends outside and then we will stay inside for the rest of the day?” Edaline suggests.

“Fine, but you're all staying within sight of the house,” Sandor says.

Edaline

An hour later were officially on house arrest with no exceptions, we decide to use this time to set up some beds in the living room for Della, Alden, and the bodyguards.

The rest of the night goes by painfully slowly with no one knowing what to say or do.

“So do you think anything is going to happen… or are we just going to be sitting here for the rest of the night?” Grizel says after a rather long period of silence. “I’d rather nothing happens at all than the neverseen showing up.” Sandor responds standing against the wall.

“I think we all feel that way,” I comment coming into the room with blankets and pillows so everyone can be more comfortable for the rest of the night. Grady chuckles in the corner looking down at his imparter, “What’s so funny love?” I ask him “Kesler messaged me talking about the kids, apparently he wasn't expecting their special mix of calm and crazy,” He laughs again responding to something his best friend said, “He also has never seen a group of teenagers so focused on scrolls of papers that look like gibberish to him.”

“That does sound like our kids.” Alden laughs. “I wish that they took a break every once and a while, there's so much pressure on them and they like to pretend everything is fine all the time. Even though no one could possibly be ok in this situation.” Della frowns lightly kicking her feet back a forth.

I meet my husband's eyes and his free smile is gone and is replaced with worried creases on his forehead.

“I wish they were as ok as they pretend to be,” I add seeing somber faces all around me.

Della

The sun fully sets and we've turned off the lights pretending that any of us will be sleeping tonight, Edaline and Grady decided to make another makeshift bed on the floor for themselves instead of going up to their room, I think they feel better being with a larger group than just the two of them and a bodyguard outside there room and honestly, I think we all feel better in larger numbers.

No one really sleeps that night but more drifts in and out of conciseness. I sit up after hearing imparters ringing immediately worrying about the kids.

Grady and Edaline scramble to their devices across the room answering them as fast as they can.

“Juline is everything ok?” Edaline asks “Oh thank goodness you scared me, yes, of course, we’ll come. Love you too” she puts her imparter in her pocket and turns to us, Everything is fine Juline just wants to tell me something in person. So we start getting ready to head over to Rimeshire”

The relief is short-lived though because grady hands up his imparter and tells us

“Wylie’s been kidnapped.”

“What!” We all exclaim at the same time

“He’s back now with Tiergan at a black swan safe house, but apparently he’s pretty banged up so Physic is on her way” He adds on

“How did the neverseen even get to him?” Edaline asks

“They took him right out of the silver towers, and no one knows how they got in or out,”

“Of course, they don't, as much as I hate the neverseen they sure do know how to plan an abduction,” Edaline says bitterly Grady gently puts his hand on his wife’s arm “Forkle said that we should meet up at your sister’s so he can tell the kids too and he said they may have found something too.”

Edaline

We all get out of the house and to Rimeshire in record time. Della puts the pastries we brought on the kitchen table and Grady goes over to talk with Kesler while my sister pulls me over to the side.

“Eda there's something I have to tell you.” She says seriously

“Is this about Wylie? Forkle told us right before we left the house.” I respond

“No, well kind of but not really” Juline won't meet my eyes, and I'm starting to get worried

“You're being very vague.” I point out

“I know I guess I should just rip off the band-aid. I'm part of the black swan, actually more than that I'm on the collective and have been for years, my code name is Squall and I would to say I had been planning on telling you but I probably would have kept finding excuses not to if it wasn't for Biana figuring out my identity yesterday. I understand if you are upset or confused and I’m willing to answer any questions you have.” she becomes silent waiting for my response and I just stare at her with my mouth open for a little while. No one behind me having anything to say either though I bet they heard Juline’s confession

“I- ok that is not what I was expecting you to say, but I'm glad Sophie has family in the black swan.” I finally say still a bit shocked then Mr. Forkle walks through the door looking more disheveled than usual.

“Hello everyone, are the kids awake yet?” He asks

“No, we were just about to go wake them up,” Juline says her back straightening as she goes into a more work mode.

“Ok, Wraith and Blur should be here any moment as well” Forkle responds

We decide to wait for them to get here before waking the kids wanting them to get as much sleep as possible. After they arrive we all go together to inform our children that their friend has almost died.

[vox-fantasma]

Pete’s thirteen when he gets his first six-string. 

Like most of his things, the guitar was a hand-me-down from one of his cousins, who bought it during a yard sale in Kentucky on a whim and never got around to actually learning how to play it. Pete, bored out of his mind during those long, hazy summers, had picked it up and was instantly hooked.

It had sounded terrible at first, its wooden body too wide to fit over his gangly teenaged arms, his fingers awkward and unpracticed on the fretboard. He’d spend entire afternoons scouring through internet forums and dusty library books, learning chord shapes and memorizing tabs for the songs he liked, picking notes out by ear for those he couldn’t find within the pages of the local library’s copy of the Let It Be Me Song Book, Encyclopedia Edition. He ran his beloved Rumors CD ragged from pausing and rewinding it in tiny three second intervals, painstakingly learning each song note by note until he could begin to hear melody emerge from the mess, experimenting with different patterns with his picking hand, slowly learning with each song what made a decent tune. 

Playing music felt like a reintroduction to god, something he could finally put his faith into. Years later, it would become the only thing holding him together, alone in an empty apartment in New York barely big enough for a mattress and table, his guitar a constant through the drug-haze that had long replaced those early summer memories. Whatever happened, he still had his music. For a long time, he could almost convince himself that was enough.

--

“I hate this place,” Kingston declares, unfolding himself from a structurally unsound plastic chair planted in the middle of a muddy grass pavilion. “Why am I here? This ain’t my scene, and I’m too old even try and fit in with these youngsters.”

They’re in Hoboken, of all places, waiting for the opener of a music festival whose lineup included charmers such as Kick Ass, Laugh, Repeat and Grunge Rot Thunder Thighs. Pete can feel sweat collecting down the back of his shirt. 

“This isn’t my scene either. And it was your idea for a group bonding session,” Pete reminds him, surreptitiously trying to wipe at his back before it could stain his shirt. He feels hot and irritated, the sun too bright and the people too loud, himself entirely too sober. He wants to join the crowd of faceless revelers, feed off their energy, but he’s too wired to do anything but let it pass through him, too distant to feel anything more than light sparks of swirling chaos that stick to him like syrup.   

“Okay,” Kingston grants, “but Hoboken?” The voxes shudder in unison. 

The only reason they came all the way out was because Sofia had promised them pizza rolls and beer at her place, had enticed Pete with the promise of a free haircut, and had told Misty that some big names were going to be headlining the festival. The only big name Pete had seen was an enormous sign advertising for Bertinelli’s bread. “Where is Sofia, anyway?” 

As if on cue, the woman herself appears from behind the long line of porta potties, looking a little worse for wear herself. Pete feels a pang of sympathy at her flushed and sweaty face. At least he isn’t the only one. 

“Whew!” Sofia exclaims, slumping into the seat next to him, “If that line was any longer I’d’ave legitimately pissed myself.”

They watch as two clearly drunk men start whooping as a roadie plugs in a guitar, wincing in unison as they yell at the boy to start playing something to “save us from the boredom”. The roadie scrambles off the stage quickly.

“Um, Sofia, what are we doing here?” Pete asks. “Not that I don’t love hanging out with you or Kingston, or anything, but this doesn’t really seem to be most people’s thing. I think I saw Misty leave, like, an hour ago.”

Sofia looks puzzled. “Misty doesn’t want to hear you play?”

“What?” Pete stands from his chair. Kingston nearly falls off his.

“What?” Sofia snaps defensively. “I said there was a big name coming!”

God. At least the ferry ride to Staten had had an open bar. This shitty festival didn’t even have wine coolers.

[allpromarlo]

since the important part of you (my mutuals) asked, here's rose oc wank: nfl edition

this is gonna get a lil unrealistic and of course if you (for some fuckn reason) have a problem with ocs for a real life sports league then GET OUUUTTTTT

n e ways

so i already spoilered some of the things this peculiar group of Sad Wet Men have to offer but i wanna start with the running back or as i (the name generator i ran through 437 times.) called him, duane cameron. he's a rb who got drafted in 2011 in the 2nd round bc i just can't let go of my senior citizens (terms and conditions apply i KNOW 34 isn't old) to the panthers. i don't know if they were actually in need of a rb at that time but fuck it they have one now and he's gorjus.

he's known cam (1st ovr pick yannooooo) since high school (after moving away from canada...but that's a whole thing i don't even wanna get into that) and when they got drafted to the same team cam was more enthralled by it than duane but hey he'll have to live w that now. no eli manning shenanigans you are STAYING THERE

n e ways he played for the panthers for a couple seasons and he was always in the top 10 rb conversations (from 2012 onwards bc the only thing people remember him for in 2011 is getting batista bombed by jj watt). he won opoy in 2014 for the first time and repeated in 2015. yk what also happened in 2015.

bc i am chronically living in the past and i'll never stand for the injustice that was dealt on that particular day in 2016, of course my 6'7 babygirl (don't question the dimensions. just Don't.) was the missing piece to the panthers super bowl and they do win that shit fuck you and your big ass forehead peyton. duane also wins sbmvp bc of his outlandish 377 yard performance (I FUCKING WARNED YOU) but you could expect that

n e ways after an easy repeat in 2016 (julio i wanted you to have this so bad but...the Narrative) and some drama in 2017 (mainly due to cam making the bail for no fucken reason) my boy finally hung up the boots in carolina and signed with the ravens because i am a biased little fangirlie and i want my team to have everything. he won the chip in 2019 w the murder birds and maybe sorta somewhat did it again in 2022 but shhhh

n e ways this was a LOT for just one guy and trust me he's the only one with that much history. movin tf on

so in my last post i did mention a 2nd oc who's a social experiment. well his name is ansis knight (that was NOT my idea btw i asked my brother to give me a name for a cornerback and this is what he came up with) and he's a social experiment in the sense that he's literally german. like his dad is american and everything but the dude grew up in Heidelberg, schönste Stadt im Land.

as i said he's a cb & plays for the eagles as of right now and he's very. idk. he's a dumbass and he does things he shouldn't do a lot of the time but Never On The Field. on the field he's the most annoying little bastard (especially for qbs bc for SOME FUCKING REASON he's everything everywhere all at once and they can't escape him) and wrs have a burning hatred for him (so do i). but off the field he's just this very Peculiar Personality and nobody knows what his deal is except amon-ra bc out of all the wrs he bothers every week amon-ra gets the most of it. you can imagine how he reacted when he saw his week 1 matchup last season

not a lot of history on him bc he's still fairly new but i'll just say he's my weirdest saddest wettest football guy and i love him very a lot

AND NOW. FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKER THAT WAS PART OF THE FUCKING NBA OC POST (which is so outdated by now you don't even know)

cole grAnt.

i'll take away first that he's shrunk a bit (6'10 is ENOUGH, jfc) and he's an edge rusher now which means he's the biggest menace to society the world has ever seen. he was drafted by the colts in the 6th round after a solid college season (UNDERDOG STORY RAAAAHHHHH) but they traded his ass to baltimore (eheh. hey) after an...interesting 2021 season. let me explain por favor

basically, he was tackled pretty fucking hard at one point (however hard you can hit a 6'10 dude who's built like a fucking wardrobe) and hit the ground awkwardly. @ the beginning he thought it was just a concussion and bc it was right ahead of bye week, he came back the next game. in THAT game tho he collapsed on the field and when they did a scan on his ass they found that a blood vessel exploded in his brain which caused intracranial hematoma (inner bleeding in the brain for all you non googlers). my man basically died for a second and he didn't play another game afterwards, but in 2022 he came back w a vengeance and he made joe burrow's life HELL in week 5 (and the wildcard game)

i don't know why i went THAT hard on cole's injury i just thought that i was coddling these men too hard and needed one of them to SUFFER. i mean duane already did for the duration of the 2018 season but i needed PHYSICAL SUFFERING i needed there to be BLOOD.

anyways that would be all i hope you understand at least some of it goodnight goodbye

@heyitswolfman pls accept my humble offering + apology i had some bs to deal w today so this comes late <3<3 sawry

[justaguywhowritesstuff]

Hold on and Stay Safe ~Carl Grimes X OC~ PT2

While grappling with the death of his brother in the Woodbury Vs Prison war. Gavin has to learn to live his new life with the people who killed his only living family member. Even once Gavin started to feel like he was creating a home at the prison things go awry and he's forced to flee on foot while trying to keep a promise he made before it all went to hell. As Gavin wanders the woods and fields alone, he manages to find his way to a new safe haven, Alexandria. Where he is taken in and cared for, and while those around him try to tell him otherwise Gavin still holds on to hope that his group is still out there. That Carl is still out there.

I do not own any of the characters or plot points that are not my creations, all credit for those goes to the owners and writers of The Walking Dead.

The story will also have Carl and all others around his age (ie. Enid and Ron) will be aged up slightly so that by the end all "kids" will be 18-19 years old.

Full story on Wattpad

I slowly open my eyes, seeing the familiar bunk bottom above me. I breathe a small sigh of relief, sitting up I rub my face and look around my cell. Slowly, I and Patrick made it homier with signs and things I’d collected on the minimal runs I had been on and things that Maggie, Glenn, and Daryl would bring back for me. I stand and start getting dressed knowing Patrick was still asleep. I pull on a pair of worn jeans, and a long sleeve shirt, I pull a maroon beanie over my hair, the shaved parts now brushing my neck and the top part going down past my earlobes, I tuck it all back so it stays out of my face. I grab my knife and kick the bunk bed to wake Patrick. He jumps hard and gasps. “Jesus Christ Gavin!!” He exclaimed before putting on his glasses and looking over at me. “You told me to wake you up!” I say with a chuckle before leaving the room and heading downstairs. The sun was already streaming in through the windows of the prison, I walk over to Carl's room, though he was normally out with his dad working the crops at this point. I was shocked when I found him still asleep in his bunk. “Should I wake him up…? He doesn’t normally sleep in…” “Carl…?” I stepped softly into the room, pushing the sheet that covered his cell back so the light shined on his face. Carl groaned and slowly opened his eyes, then shielding them from the light. “Hm? What?” He asks, sitting up and looking over at me. “Nothing it’s just, I didn’t expect you to still be asleep, normally you're up and out in the yard with your dad at this point.” Carl looked a bit surprised but nodded. “Yeah…thanks for waking me up.” He said standing up. I nod and smile. “Yeah no problem, I'm gonna head out to the yard and see if they need any help. Let me know if you need anything while you're out there” I say then leaving his cell, and walking out of the prison. There are only a few people up, mostly the ones getting ready to go on today's run. I walk out to the field up to the fence, and a decent amount of walkers came up to the outside gate overnight. I sign softly, we found him months ago, at the fence of the prison, but I still couldn't break the habit of coming out to look for him. I stare out to the woods for a while before some of the younger kids run up to join me, mainly Lizzie and Mika. “Gavin, what are you doing over here?” Mika calls running up next to me. “Just watching,” I say with a smile than looking back, expecting to see Carl by the small farm we had set up but he wasn’t there. “Well, we named a few of them. Do you wanna come to meet them?” Lizzie asked, walking up next to Mika. I look over at her and smile. “Sure, show me them!”

[realmoonee]

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞?"

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{𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐡𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 :D}

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜)

"Wooo party at a rich dudes house!", Chris yelled out of the car window in the backseat.

Nick, who was also in the back seat, pointed the camera towards Chris.

"Chris! Calm down, you might wake up the whole fucking neighborhood." you laughed slightly in the passenger seat.

"It's only-" he promptly checked the time on his phone, "11pm! It's not even that late!" he shrugged.

Nick zoomed in on your distressed face as you looked towards the back seat.

"Dude, you go to sleep at 5am. 11pm is late." you stare at Chris.

"Whatever, it's not my fault you guys are grandma's who go to bed early." he rolls his eyes playfully.

"I'm so tired right now, I don't even wanna go to this party." Matt sighed.

He carefully maneuvered the steering wheel so he could park the car. The car was parked on the side of the road across the house they'd be entering.

"We won't be there for that long, don't worry. We're just here to hangout, talk to some old friends from highschool, and then leave." Nick explained as he placed the vlog camera into his backpack.

He placed it underneath Matt's seat and exited the car. The rest of the group followed, but Matt trailed behind. You turned to look at him, his tired eyes meeting yours.

"You okay?" you mouthed silently.

He nodded his head and gave a small smile as he caught up with the others.

The party had more people than any of you had anticipated. There were people sitting on the stairs leading to the second floor, scattered about in the back yard, and some people were even on the roof.

"What in the world?!" Nick exclaimed as he noticed a couple sitting on the roof.

"I've got a bad feeling about tonight." Matt mumbled.

Matt went back inside when people started to jump into the pool. He didn't have a change of clothes, and he didn't want to get pushed in.

The music coming from inside of the house was extremely loud, so you basically had to yell to communicate with anyone. A few hours pass and you found yourself sitting on a couch with some girls, a can of coke zero in your left hand.

One of the girls was telling a story, but you weren't paying attention. Your eyes were drawn to a couple that was kissing nearby. The girl was wearing a fitted red dress, and the boy was wearing a simple hoodie and jeans.

"Jesus get a room." You mumbled as you watched them.

You took a sip of coke just as the two pulled apart. You felt your heart sink as you recognized the girl. It was Matt's girlfriend.

You coughed on your drink out of surprise, but quickly gained composure.

"Hey, you okay sweetie?" one of the girls on the couch asked sincerely.

"Yeah I'm-" you paused as your eyes searched the room for Matt, hoping that he didn't see.

Matt was on the other side of the room, staring. His lips were slightly parted, a look of disturbance on his face. He looked as if he could not believe the sight in front of him. Your eyes followed his gaze and he was looking directly at his girlfriend. She was staring back at him, malice in her gaze.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking." you stammered before standing up.

"Hey, give me a second, I'll be right back." Matt's girlfriend said to the guy she was previously kissing.

Your eyes watched as she walked across the room, and up to Matt. She had no shame in her walk, her hips swinging from side to side. She said something to Matt, but you couldn't hear it.

Then, she took his hand and lead him up the stairs. You quickly followed them up the stairs, and watched as they entered the bathroom together.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. You stood beside the door and listened to their conversation.

"Let's talk." She started. "I don't know what you think you saw, but he's just a friend."

"Please don't give me that bullshit." Matt stated, looking down at her.

Her eyes squinted in anger, and she lowered her voice.

"I'm telling the truth, Matt." she held eye contact.

"Then why did I see you and that random guy swapping spit, huh? Who even is he?! Who the hell is he?!" he backed away from her and waited for a response.

"Listen here-" she walked back up to him. "He's just a friend, and you're just paranoid." she said, smacking Matt's chest with her fist on every syllable to emphasize her statement.

You banged your hand on the bathroom door aggressively.

"Matt, what the fuck is going on in there?" you yelled over the music.

"Look, I'm not afraid of you anymore, okay? Fuck you." he said before walking past her to the door.

"Fine. Leave." she stepped aside.

Matt turned back around, his back against the door.

"I'm done with you. We're done." he said calmly.

Her palm collided with his face, and he quickly pushed her away.

"Don't come back crying when you miss me." she hissed.

"You're the worst." he said before finally leaving.

He opened the bathroom door and saw you and Nick waiting for him.

"Can we go home please?" he said, the music drowning his voice out.

You read his lips, and nodded. You turned to Nick and mouthed "We're going home."

"I'll get Chris." Nick mouthed back.

The 3 of you made your way back downstairs. You and Matt exited without saying goodbye to anyone. The two of you waited for Nick and Chris to get to the car. Both of you put on your seat belts when you entered the car.

Matt placed his hand on his forehead as his eyes watered. His breath grew shaky and uneven as he processed what had happened. You finally broke the silence.

"Did she hit you?" you asked, hoping he'd say no.

He sighed before answering.

"Yeah." he admitted.

"Often?" you questioned.

He quickly wiped his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled his hand away from his face. Then he sat in thought. She would hit him more often than he'd realized.

He couldn't bring himself to say it aloud, so he nodded his head. You felt your stomach flip instantly. You couldn't imagine why anyone would want to hurt Matt, he's a sweetheart. He'd always looked happy to be out with his girlfriend. He'd buy flowers for her, take her out for dinner, and he treated her so well.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her-." you said, reaching for the door.

"No." Matt reached for your arm. "We can deal with her later. Please just- I don't want to be alone right now."

He was choosing to limit his words, and you knew it. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see how devastated he was.

"I think I should drive." you suggested.

"No, it's fine." he leaned forward to look towards the door.

Nick and Chris walked through the door and made their way to the car. Matt honked the car horn so they would go faster.

"Jesus Christ you startled me, bro!" Chris said when he got into the car.

"You guys took so fucking long. Buckle up, let's go." Matt said as he started the car.

While Matt and his girlfriend were in the bathroom, you explained to Nick what had happened. Nick explained to Chris what had happened as well.

"Nobody say anything until we get home." Matt stated before putting the car in drive.

The car ride home started off quiet and awkward but Chris insisted be tell the story of a guy who chugged a whole bottle of vodka. Halfway through the story, the tension in the car was almost gone.

The keyword is almost.

Matt kept replaying the situation at the party on loop in his head. His mind switched between thinking he deserved it, and thinking he never deserved it. The emotions he'd felt were becoming too much and soon his vision blurred with tears.

"Matt, the lights green. Go." Nick said from the back seat of the car.

Matt snapped out of it and slammed the gas. The vehicle quickly hitting 55 miles. He wouldn’t lie, he loved the rush. 

You looked over to Matt's teary eyes as the car grew faster. Nick and Chris glanced at each other. 

"Matt, I think you should let me drive." you looked at him.

"I agree. I love you but I don't think you should be driving right now." Nick leaned forward to look at Matt.

"Okay. I'm- I'm sorry guys." he said as he slowed the car down.

He knew the two were right, so he pulled over completely and put the car in park. A sigh escaped his lips as he got out of the car and switched seats with you. It broke your heart to see him so distraught.

Matt was a good driver, a great driver even! He was always cautious of his surroundings and easily followed the law. His driving tonight was off, which is why you wanted to drive the rest of the way.

You finally made it home safely, and the 4 of you made your way to the boys' house. The boys’ showered before you, so you went last. After washing your hair, brushing your teeth, and moisturizing, you felt refreshed.

You quietly walked over to Chris' room to see how Matt was doing. He heard two soft knocks on the door.

"Hey, it's me." you added.

"Come in." his voice cracked.

You opened the door and walked over to him. He was laying on Chris' sofa, his phone across the room. His eyes were very red, and his chest heaved.

"C'mere." you gestured for him to come to you.

He hesitantly stood up and walked to you. Your arms opened for a hug, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly. His face pressed against your shoulder as he began to sob.

Your right hand rubbed up and down his back in an attempt to calm him.

"Hey, it's all gonna be okay. I promise." you said, hoping for the best.

"I really need it to be." he said as he pulled away.

He wiped his tears on his sleeve. You looked down at his sleeve and noticed the darkened area from how much he'd been crying.

"What are you gonna do now?" you looked up at him.

"I don't know. What did you do after your breakup?" he asked, trying to compose himself.

You tilted your head downward in thought, then looked back up at him.

"Honestly, I just watched lots of cartoons and hoped I'd feel better. Eventually, I did." you shot him a small smile.

"Got any recs?" he smiled back weakly.

You knew exactly what to do. You went downstairs to retrieve your back pack which contained your laptop. Chris was down there sitting at the counter, his phone in his hand. When you came down the stairs, he looked up at you. 

“How’s he doing?”, he questioned.

“Not very well, but he’s gonna be okay. I know he will.” you gave him a reassuring smile.

Maybe the smile was to convince him that he’d be okay, or convince yourself. It was 3am and you hoped for the best. You picked up your back pack and turned around to leave. 

“Whatcha doing now?” he turned towards you, his wide-awake eyes staring into yours. 

“Well we’re just gonna watch some shows on my laptop until we fall asleep I guess.” you answered, gesturing to your backpack.

Chris leaned forward and looked up the stairs. Matt was standing at the top, his eyes peering down at the 2 of you. 

“Hey, can I join you guys? I’m bored.” he whispered to Matt.

Matt looked at the floor and thought for a few seconds, then he looked back up. 

“Yeah. Just don’t be annoying.” he whispered back. 

   You grabbed your bag and went up the stairs, Chris following behind you.

“Did Nick go to bed already?” you whispered when you entered Chris’ bedroom. 

“I think so.” Chris said unsurely. 

  You unpacked your bag and took out your laptop and charger. Once you had plugged it into the wall, you turned it on and opened HBO Max. 

“You have HBO max?! Lucky, we have it but no one will give me the password.” Chris gasped as he looked over your shoulder. 

“It’s because he wants to watch season 2 of Euphoria but Nick doesn’t want him to spoil it.” Matt said as he lifted the blanket and covered himself with it. 

“Makes sense. Are you cold?” you turned your head and looked at Matt. 

 “No, I’m wrapping myself up in Chris’ blanket because its hot in here.” he looked at you. 

“What-ever, dude.” you rolled your eyes playfully. 

  You decided to put on Regular Show. You picked a season at random and landed on season 4. Matt was lying on the inside of the bed, you were in the middle, and Chris was on the edge of the bed since he kept getting up periodically. You lied on your back, the laptop resting on your legs. 

  Matt’s head rested on your shoulder, and you’d noticed his breathing was relaxed. You turned your head to look at him and realized that he was in fact sleeping. A smile spread across your face knowing that he had been calmed. Your eyes slowly shut now that you knew he'd be okay for now.

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[survivingnightbyday]

I was told to write my WIP. Here, take my just over a thousand words thingy. (Part One) @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks (here's the first part of context for the OP marvel crossover thingy)

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Danny is in the hallways when he gets stopped by the ever familiar pull on his senses. Not the kind of “there’s a ghost nearby” pull, but rather in a “someone’s summoning a ghost and it’s you” pull.

That’s one of the issues with being half-ghost. He could literally be summoned by any halfwit smart enough to somehow find an actual ghost-summoning circle-spell-whatever. He was lucky enough that it only happened twice before.

The good thing was that he had enough time to grab Tucker, who had conveniently been walking with him to their next class, duck out of the hallways, and whisper, “Cover me-” before disappearing.

Distantly, Danny felt kinda bad for Tucker, but he was a bit more busy with being spat out in ghost form on someone’s floor.

Being summoned sucked. Especially when he, Danny, was being Danny Fenton rather than being Danny Phantom, because something forced him to change into ghost form, and that always added to the general disorientation that came from being in one place to nowhere to somewhere.

As soon as the world stopped flashing and he could steady himself, he noticed the room first and the circle second. It was well-lit with warm lights set on the walls near the ceiling, most of it being wood a bit close together. There were glass displays that seemed to have weird artifacts like old papers and swords, and a stairway that led down. There was also a huge window that looked a lot like the inside of a clock.

The energy swirling in the place reminded him very vividly of Clockwork. Although he knew that Clockwork didn’t summon people so much as ominously pop up randomly to bother them during battle or school or while walking down the road. Or-

Danny was then reminded that this was NOT Clockwork’s place, and that someone (probably another dumb group of teenagers) had summoned him. There were even candles and a circle and-

Oh.

Danny was stuck. People normally didn’t know that summoning circles didn’t also trap ghosts. And they also normally weren’t adults who looked like weird monks. The two adults (which, what? What were adults doing summoning ghosts? They weren’t even from Amity Park-) were barely paying any attention, either, which he found really rude. And kind of stupid. Who summons a ghost and then doesn't even pay attention?

The first man had no hair, and was wearing… gold robes. He was also in the middle of arguing with the man with a goatee, with a red cape. “-telling you, Pariah is not some passerby you can just- summon! He’s the-” Pariah? Pariah Dark? The Ghost King that decided Amity Park needed to be in the Ghost Zone before invading? What did these weirdos want with him?

It took him a moment to realize Mr. Bald had stopped talking. Damn. Goatee, on the other hand, took that moment to start.

“I know he’s dangerous, but we’re going to need allies. Is he h-” Goatee said as he turned. Then he caught sight of Danny and also stopped dead. Now both of them were gaping at him.

Danny frowned, drifting up in the air. “Oh, by all accounts, don’t let me stop you. Please, continue.”

The two men looked at each other, wide-eyed and gesturing at him. Ah, silent conversations. Never fun to be left out. He sighed, floating closer to the boundaries and raising his fist to knock on it. It was like a glass wall just popped into existence around him, bolts of what looked like green electricity bouncing away from where he hit it before dispersing. Weird.

“Where is Pariah, ghost?” Goatee asked, standing with Mr. Bald. He was… tall. Both of them were, actually. Danny looked up for a moment before leaning backwards, as though thinking, and shrugged.

He sucked in air through his teeth, before reorienting himself to look at them. “Let’s say he’s in timeout for now.” And that... wasn’t a lie, Danny just left out that the old dictator was stuck in a sarcophogus of ‘never wake up again’. “And… wow, you really must’ve messed up the circle if you got me instead. What makes you think you can actually summon Pariah anyways?”

And now they looked offended and incredulous. “We don’t have time for games, ghost. Who are you?” The one with the Goatee glared, looking as though he was winding up to do something. “We know the circle works, which means that you-” he grunted. Mr. Bald removed his elbow from Goatee’s side, still silently staring.

What is it with people these days? Danny thought, blatantly staring back. “It’s Phantom. Listen, I could humor you all day but I have places to go, fights to fight, stuff like that. So…”

“I think it’d be better if you could explain more, Phantom.” Mr. Bald stated, his arm moving slowly under his robes. Probably to grab something, like a weapon. He did not like that idea. Danny turned away, flicked the barrier again, and looked at the two summoners.

“I think it’d be better if I could leave.” He stressed, eyes narrowing. He hated being caught, hated being forced into somewhere and not being able to leave. It made his very being rebel against the thought, almost- he wasn’t meant to be stuck in a small space.

Ghost barriers worked well on ghosts, though. Danny was not a pure ghost. He was alive and not at the same time, able to switch between the two states almost easily. Things that only affected a ghost or human… well, he could work around them. Sometimes. It hurt his core to use his more human aspects against things that warned off ghosts when he was Phantom, but he could do it.

He grabbed the barrier, straining against whatever kept it there. It wasn't like his parent's inventions at all; there wasn't any device that kept it there. The summoners obviously were well-equipped, but he could be fast- he could hear the mad scramble behind him. His core started to ache, and it felt as though he was benchpressing a bridge- but he kept his grip on the barrier, and when the first crack appeared he squeezed through it.

It felt like time had slowed when he made it out of the barrier. He was half-way across the room about to turn intangible, invisible, the whole nine-yards- and then he stopped. Yet again he was very, very vividly reminded of Clockwork.

“Wong, quick, we need to make a stronger barrier-” Danny couldn’t move. Not yet, it was like he was unfreezing each of his limbs and he was taking too much time- “Did you know ghosts could do that? Was he-?”

“That was one of the stronger barriers against I do not know, Strange, but this does not bode well-”

He felt someone grab him, and that was all it took. He could also feel how they startled when he could finally twist out of the way and through the wall- which felt almost exactly like the barrier but- different, because he could pass through it much easier. Danny didn’t hesitate to book it out of there.

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Seven minutes of truth and dare

Summary>  You and Pietro have been friends since elementary school. On his 18th birthday, you try to socialize with his twin sister, Wanda Maximoff, who never seemed to like you very much.

Warnings> (implied) Enemies to Lovers/ Fluff and Smut/ Vaginal Fingering/ Boys Kissing/ Girls Kissing/ Underage Drinking/ 18+/ implicit sex/ swearing

Words>  3734k (Oneshot)

Read on AO3 

It took little time to get to Maximoff's house, considering that you had to walk to the residence, since your ride - Natasha Romanoff, best friend, currently on the run together with her boyfriend Bruce Banner - just stood up to you. You were lucky to live only a few blocks away.

The noise of the party could already be heard from around the corner, and you wondered how long it would take for one of the neighbors to call the police. At least it was the weekend, and you remembered that Pietro had commented that the Parkers would be traveling on their honeymoon, being the only neighbors of the house. Pietro was always lucky for things like this.

When you finally arrived at the house, the sound of some electronic music was much louder. You greeted a few people with a nod, the vast majority classmates, who were actually more Pietro's friends than yours, and then you went inside. 

The Maximoff residence was very nice, but at this moment it was full of teenagers drinking and dancing, many glasses and bottles lying on the floor. 

 Looking for Pietro, you found him upside down, drinking directly from a beer tank that was set up in the outside yard past the kitchen. You frowned slightly, hoping your friend didn't have an alcoholic coma, as you walked up to the group of teenagers who cheered and encouraged the challenge.

When he finished, the two boys holding him by the ankles helped him to balance again, laughing and patting Pietro on the back. Your friend staggered a bit, but then he saw you, flashing a smile before hugging you.

- You stink, birthday boy. - You teased, and Pietro just rolled his eyes humorously.

- You took your time. - He remarks as you release from your embrace. You shrug.

- You know this isn't my thing. - You remark, referring to the party. Pietro smiles.

- Yes, yes. But I'm glad you're here. - He replies and then takes your hands, lifting them a little and looking down your entire body. - And look at you, you even dressed up to come! Are you trying to have sex with someone?

You laughed, letting go of Pietro's hands to push him gently, which made Pietro laugh too. Soon you were surrounded by other friends, but not being very good with crowds, you said you were going to get something to drink before you left.

In the kitchen, you tried to find something that didn't have alcohol in it. You ended up grabbing one of the bottles of soda from the refrigerator, hoping that none of the Maximoffs would mind.

Someone changed the music and turned up the sound, so you heard the excited shouts of several people, who began to move into the room and dance around each other. You laughed at the image, walking upstairs.

A few people were scattered on this floor, mostly trying to smoke pot in hiding, or to have some privacy from the noise. A few others were just making out in the corners. You walked to Pietro's room, checking his present in your pocket.

He would be too busy being the popular extrovert he was tonight, so you thought it best to leave the small gift you bought for him on his bedside table, he could appreciate the gift when the party was over. 

You closed the door on your way out, and frowned as you looked down the hall, a couple of strangers kissed passionately while one of the boys groped the walls for somewhere to go, you watched as he found one of the unlocked doors and went inside. You sighed, hesitating to make a move. You knew very well that this was Wanda's room. You figured that no one would want to know that strangers were screwing in their bed.

Hurrying inside, you opened the door.

- Sorry, boys, this one's off limits. - You warned them as you entered, noting that they were already almost naked. Grabbing the fallen clothes from around the room, they looked at you angrily, but then left the room.

You shifted the weight of your feet, realizing where you were at last. Looking around, you bit your lower lip as you observed how everything was just so Wanda. 

The color of the walls, the sheets, even the way she organized the books and records. You ran your finger between the shelves on the wall, smiling at the collection of music she had in vinyl record format. And then you looked at the collection of dvds, compilations of old American sitcoms.

You walked over to the study table, a picture of Wanda and Pietro as children caught your eye. It was Halloween, and they were dressed up adorably, Wanda as a witch, with horns and a red cape, and Pietro as a superhero. You put the photo back, running your fingers through Wanda's notes displayed in the notebooks she left open on the table. On the few occasions you saw her at school during the past year, she was studying. Pietro had commented that she was going to apply to the best colleges in the country. 

- What are you doing here? - A female voice sounded behind you, and you stumbled with fright, turning around quickly.

- God, Wanda, you scared the hell out of me. - You grumbled, but she continued with a look of mixed annoyance and curiosity. You looked away before speaking. - Sorry for snooping. I just came here to keep some boys from having sex in your bed.

Wanda blinked with confusion, but her expression softened. You noticed how beautiful she looked, and scolded yourself for thinking that the next second.

- Oh right. Thanks, I guess.

You nodded slightly, not being used to being alone with her. 

- I didn't know you liked sitcons. - The words escape your anxious brain, and Wanda blinks in confusion. You thought she would throw you out of the room right away, but she just smiles, shrugging.

- You never asked. - She says, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

- Yeah, I didn't know you wanted me to ask. - You retort, your voice coming out almost in a whisper. Wanda looks away, twiddling her fingers.

You were silent for a moment, and Wanda looked like she was about to say something, but then the door opened again, and you raised your eyebrows as you watched two girls snuggled up to each other and stumbled into the room, unaware of your presence. Wanda made an impatient expression.

- Get out, now! - she warns, and the girls part in shock. You raise your eyebrows as you realize that you knew them.

- Damn, we didn't know it was taken. - Carol grumbled, and when she looked at you her expression changed from embarrassment to happiness. - Y/N! I didn't know you were coming.

You nodded at her clumsily, and she just smiled, apologizing again as she dragged Maria out of the room, closing the door. You didn't even want to think about what you two were going to do.

- Maybe you should lock the door. - You said, and Wanda looked at you with a raised eyebrow, a tone of surprise and malice in her gaze. You blushed as you realized what your speech implied. - I-I mean when we get out of here.

Wanda laughed, and you tried to cope with the butterflies in your stomach that seeing her laugh gave you.

- I think I will stick around here anyway. - She comments after a moment, sitting up in bed. - Parties aren't really my thing.

- Yeah, I know how it is. - You add, a little awkwardly. - I only agreed to come because Pietro really wanted me to.

- You stopped coming here at home. - Wanda says with an expression you don't understand, it was as if she wanted to read you. - Are you two all right?

You look at her with mild surprise, not really expecting her to have noticed you anyway. 

- Me and Pietro? Yes, we're fine! - you affirm, putting your hands in your pockets. - I guess the exams have been keeping me busy. And well, Pietro has lots of friends now, it's not like I'm missed that much.

You looked at the floor, not noticing Wanda's frown. You didn't want to think too much about Pietro replacing you, not today.

- I don't think that's true. - Wanda says after a moment. - Pietro likes you very much.

Wanda's tone is almost hurt. At first you thought that maybe she was thinking that Pietro enjoyed your company more than hers, which was absolutely ridiculous, but then you understood the tone of the insinuation, and laughed lightly, attracting the other girl's attention.

- You know we're just friends, right? - You start to explain, the idea of dating Pietro is so absurd that your voice comes out in a tone of debauchery and humor. - He has never looked at me like that! And I always thought he was like a little brother.

You laugh at the possibility, but Wanda looks at you intently.

- Would I be like your little sister too? - She replies in a low tone, and you feel your smile drop and look away, completely embarrassed.

- No. - You deny it, a little breathlessly. - I don't see you as a sister.

- And how do you see me?

Feeling your heart race, you force yourself to look up, looking at Wanda. She has a glint in her eyes that makes you want to kiss her.

Before you can answer, the door opens again, and Pietro stumbles inside.

- Great, I found you two! - He looked drunk. - We're going to play seven minutes in heaven, come on, come on!

Giving you two absolutely no chance to respond, he pushed you through the house, leading you to the basement, where your group of friends were waiting for you.

- Hey guys. - You greeted awkwardly seeing everyone standing there. 

- No fucking way you two are at a party together! - joked Tony Stark, smiling at you. Despite the teasing, the others were genuinely happy with your company. - And they're still going to play with us? This is legendary.

- Why don't you just fuck off, Stark? - retorted Wanda as she entered. You knew they didn't get along very well, but Tony just shrugged, laughing at the other girl's aggressiveness. 

- Come on, guys, do the circle! - asked Steve, who was already sitting in one of the armchairs. He put a bottle in the middle of the group. - Are you sure you want seven minutes?

- We start with truth and dare, Rogers. - said Tony as he sat down next to Thor, one of Pietro's soccer teammates.

- All right, all right, let's just play this game once and for all, - said Pietro impatiently. When everyone was sitting in a circle, Steve touched the bottle, smiling at the group.

Turning the bottle, everyone looked forward in anticipation. The tip stopped at Sam, one of his closest friends, who seemed confident to respond to anything.

- Truth or dare, Wilson? - Steve asked.

- I'll go for truth.

- Boring. - Grumbled Tony, but Steve just laughed, and assumed a thoughtful expression.

- Who was the last person you kissed?

Sam bowed his head, a smile on his lips. You frowned, he was not the type to be shy. Tony noticed as well and assumed a curious posture, looking at Sam intently.

- The last person I kissed... - Sam began, pausing, as if wondering if he was really going to say it - Was Bucky.

The whole group exclaimed in surprise, and Tony burst out laughing. You looked at Bucky, who just seemed too embarrassed to respond to the jokes.

- Okay, let's pretend this isn't the biggest sex scandal in school, and move on. - Pietro said in an amused tone. Sam laughed at his comments, and turned the bottle, which stopped at Thor.

- Dare. - Said the blond man without even waiting for Sam to ask. Sam laughed and thought for a few seconds before saying:

- Okay, everyone will need to put their cell phones on speaker for this one. - Sam said and nodded, waiting for everyone to obey. The group laughed, but followed his lead. - Well, my challenge is very simple. Send a message to the person you want to make out with from here. Everyone will know who.

- You are terrible, Wilson. - Thor commented, ignoring the sighs of excitement that the group shared.

It took a moment for Thor to pick up his cell phone, and type something. He took a sip of his beer before pressing enter, and the next second, Valkyrie's cell phone rang. 

- This is not at all surprising, actually. - Steve joked, making everyone laugh.

Valkyrie gave Thor a surprised and mischievous look, but said nothing. Thor looked slightly flushed.

- If you guys are lucky, you can win seven minutes. - Sam teased.

Thor laughed but said nothing. He stepped forward to spin the bottle. Tony let out a pleased exclamation when he saw the bottle stop on him.

- Fuck, finally! - He said, and raised his hand to interrupt Thor, who was probably about to ask the choice. - No need, darling. Of course I want a dare, this game is no fun without it.

- Fine, Stark. - Thor laughed. - Since you love to show off, I dare you to give Rogers a lap dance.

The group burst into laughter, but Steve seemed considerably anxious. Tony laughed, a little awkwardly, and then stood up. 

Thor was quick to get some music playing, and everyone was quiet in anticipation. When Tony started to perform, you blinked awkwardly. You had no desire to see Anthony Stark do a lap dance on someone's lap. You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket checking for messages, and smiled when you saw that there was a message from Nat, just a picture of her and Bruce, smoking together in what you thought looked like the Skateboard Court near the school.

The group laughed again, and you lifted your head to see that Tony was riding on Steve's lap, with his shirt off. Steve was very red. 

- Okay guys, I think that's good enough! - Thor laughed, and Tony stood up. The group laughed at the visible erections on both of them, before continuing the game. 

- Can you keep up, Stark? - Thor sneered, pointing at Tony's pants. He gave a lopsided smile, and pointed a middle finger at Thor before picking up the bottle.

You felt your stomach flip with nervousness when the bottle stopped on you. 

- Well, well, this should be interesting. - said Tony looking at you mischievously. - Tell me, kitten, truth or dare?

You considered your options for a few seconds. If you asked for truth, Tony would not only tease you, but also find a way to make you confess something embarrassing. At least with dare, it would be quick and without much impact on your post-party life.

- Dare. - You say simply, and Tony looks surprised.

- It's been a night of surprises. - he scoffed. - And I think it's time for us to start the seven minutes in heaven.

- Damn it, Tony. - You mumble clumsily. Tony laughs and then flashes you a smile of fake kindness.

- I'll be nice to you. The bottle will choose your partner.  - He says, and you cover your face with both hands for a moment before grabbing the bottle.

- I hate you, - you mutter to Tony before swirling the bottle around. With luck it would stop at one of your friends, and you would spend seven minutes talking.

- No fucking way! - shouted Tony excitedly as the bottle stopped at Wanda. You felt your stomach drop. - I always knew you'd end up with a Maximoff, I never thought it would be with the most gothic of them.

The group laughed, but you were feeling extremely anxious. You felt your legs tremble slightly when Tony pulled you off the couch, seeing your lack of reaction. You tried to smile, but it must have come out as a grimace, since Tony laughed. 

- Remember girls, no cheating. - he warned, opening the closet door. You went in first, and then Tony closed the door when Wanda came in.

The closet was completely dark, and you could only distinguish Wanda's silhouette by squinting your eyes. You leaned your body against the wall, your breaths were the only sounds in the room, since the noise of the party was muffled.

- That's awkward. - You said trying to ease your nerves. 

- Why is it awkward? - Wanda replied. The closet was small, and looking at the floor, you noticed that your shoes were only inches from touching.

- I don't know, I guess I never thought I'd be in a closet with you. - you confess humorously. But with Wanda's lack of response, you bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say next.

- Who did you think you would be stuck with? - She says after a moment, sounding as if she is trying to prolong the subject.

- I don't know. - You say, looking at your shoes again. You think you're imagining that the distance between you has decreased. - I don't really think about being stuck in closets.

Wanda laughs at your statement, and you feel your heart race at the sound. You count twelve seconds in silence before she speaks again.

- I never understood why we didn't become friends. - Wanda confesses, and you look up at her silhouette. 

Because I've been a gay disaster in your presence since I met you. You think, but think it best to just shrug. Then you remember that she can't see the gesture, and try to think of something to say.

- Different political views. - You joke, and Wanda giggles. 

- I like your humor. - She says next, and you feel your cheeks heat up, and look down, only to see Wanda's shoes signaling that she has taken a step toward you. You press your back against the wall, watching her move closer in the dark. - And honestly, I've always liked you a lot.

- W-what? - You ask breathlessly, feeling Wanda's presence right in front of you, your noses touching.

- I always noticed you, you know. - She says, drawing her face closer to your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. You were thankful that there was a wall behind you, serving as a support. - I would see you around the house. Playing in my yard. And the jokes at the dinner table. Always so quiet and shy at school, so behaved and obedient. - Wanda whispered, and then she brought her mouth close to his ear. - Tell me, did you notice me too?

- Yes. - You confess breathlessly. And ignoring the uneven beating of your own heart, you continue. - I have always noticed you. Ever since middle school, when you started wearing leather boots, and painting your fingernails. Or when I was at your swimming pool and you sat quietly with a book. I noticed you.

Wanda lets out a sigh, bringing your foreheads together.

- Tell me to stop if you don't want this. - She whispered against your lips. You would have laughed if you weren't so anxious. 

You didn't answer, and wanting her to know how much you wanted her, you moved forward, pressing your lips together in a tender kiss.

Wanda took a step back in surprise, separating your mouths. You were about to apologize, thinking that maybe you had got it all wrong, but the next second she moved against you, her hands on your neck as your mouths joined in a firm, passionate kiss.

Bringing your hands to her waist, you pressed her against your body, and you gasped against each other's mouths. Wanda asked for passage with her tongue running over your lower lip, and you opened your mouth, gasping as you felt your tongues come together.

Kissing like this for a moment was enough to warm your whole body, a familiar discomfort forming below your belly. Having Wanda moaning against your mouth was not helping.

You slowed the kiss, stroking her tongue with yours slowly. Wanda pressed herself against you, one knee coming up between your legs. With the new friction, you felt your body tremble in anticipation, delighting in pleasure.

You were startled when you heard a noise, someone must have knocked something over outside the closet. And then you remembered that you were in a closet, with your best friend's sister, who was in the next room with six other people, with no idea that you were about to fuck Wanda.

You began to slow the kiss until you separated the two of you. Your chests were rising out of rhythm as you were breathing heavily

- We only have seven minutes. - You whispered out of breath, feeling Wanda nod her head slightly as you stood there with your foreheads pressed together.

- We can go to my room. - She spoke in the same tone. You nodded in agreement, beginning to miss the taste of Wanda in your mouth.

- Should we wait until the party is over?

Wanda let out a breathless giggle.

- Tell me. - She whispered, and removed her hands from your neck. With one hand she lifted her skirt, while with the other she took your hand from her waist and guided it down between her legs. You trembled as you touched her, pushing the fabric of her panties aside to feel her wet pussy. - Do you think I can wait?

- Fuck, Wanda. - You spoke breathlessly, and felt her moan as your finger moved against her clitoris. She squeezed your shoulder, closing her eyes. - You're so wet. So fucking wet for me.

You began to move your finger, penetrating her shallowly. Wanda buried her head in your neck, moaning against your skin.

It takes all your mental and physical control, but you withdraw your finger from inside her, while with the hand that was still on her waist you move up and down her back, stroking to calm her down.

- I want to feel you in my mouth. - You whisper to her. - I want you to come for me with your legs spread wide open on your bed. 

Wanda nods against your neck, trembling slightly. And then the door opens. You barely catch Tony's joke, feeling disconnected from everything that isn't Wanda. 

And before you can say anything, Wanda grabs your hand, pulling you out. 

- Where do you think you're going? - You hear someone shout, but neither of you even bother to answer. 

You can't help but smile when you reach the second floor, and Wanda pushes you into the room, locking the door as she brings your mouths together.