#except in this case the parent is also hanging out with the kids friend and expects them to bring a wedding gift

[alwaysthecarcrash]

I find it hilarious that at Declan’s own wedding he didn’t have any friends of his own to invite so he just went “shit—fuck—uhh,, uhhhhh” and then invited all his younger brother’s friends

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 4 ] || [ Chapter 6 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K~ tags: a little bit of angst in this one, mentions of infidelity, also, Price is divorced. Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Chapter 5: GET LAID?

[The scolding Price gives is fully inspired by Captain Holt from B99]

“YOU. DID. WHAT?!” Price’s voice was so loud it bounced off the walls and Soap could swear the door was rattling.

The environment inside of Price’s tiny little office was beyond tense. Gaz sat across from Price on the arm chair, with his hands clasped over his lap. Soap stood beside him, hands on the back of the other chair, constantly shuffling and readjusting. And Ghost was all the way in the back of the room, arms crossed and one foot scuffing up the wall he was leaning against.

They looked like a group of kids at the headmaster’s office, getting the reaming of a century and waiting for their parents to come get them, only to get reamed out some more by them. Except they’re grown adults and Price is, in a way, both the headmaster and their father.

Granted, they probably should’ve waited until tomorrow morning when they’re not all a bit buzzed from one too many beers…  It seemed tonight was just one of those nights where they have little to no restraint… and are incapable to be reasoned with.

“If it’s any consolation, I told them you wouldn’t be too keen on 'em buttin' in your life.” Ghost spoke up while dipping his head to the side in a lazy shrug.

This earned him a sharp look from Price, who swivelled on his executive chair, turning a bit to properly face Ghost. The man looked seconds away from blowing up, eyes widened and wild.

“And yet you still HELPED 'EM?!” The Captain scolded him, to which Simon replied with a full shrug.

“They made a compelling case. You’ve been insufferable, boss.” He remarked, causing Price to sputter a bit.

“I didn’t wanna say anything, but it’s true, Captain. You need to get laid.” Soap jumped in.

His hackles raised and he stood up, slamming his hands on the desk, causing a rattling in the white mug he used as a pen holder. Gaz couldn’t help but wonder if the Captain didn’t hurt his palms.

“GET LAID?!” Price shouted in a tone almost akin to panic. “MY LOVE LIFE IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!” Price scolded them all, rausing a hand and pointing his finger at no one in particular. 

“AND I WOULDN’T BE SO INSUFFERABLE IF YOU LOT DID YOUR JOBS. BUT NO, I’M HAVING TO FIX YOUR MESSES AND DEAL WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT!” He shouted as he ran his hand over a pile of documents on the edge of his desk, sending them all flying to the floor.

None of the lads shook in the face of the Captain’s shouts. They were all used to it, having heard enough of them from other C.O.s in their careers and, especially, more than enough from John in the last year.

Price huffed through his nose and hung his head for a moment. Then, he tossed himself back in his chair, leaning it back and grumbling under his breath.

He sat with his legs parted, left arm over the desk top, the right one hanging limply over his lap. He grumbled under his breath, his mustache scrunching a bit as he raised his right hand to rub his eyes.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” Price grumbled and swiveled his chair back toward the desk, inadvertently toward Soap and Gaz as well, setting his elbows on either side of the black desk mat.

He held his head up with both hands, his blue eyes sliding downward to the phone they had set in front of him when explaining what they did, which now sat between his elbows. 

In it was the Tinder profile they had created, the gimmicky, silly little shite that includes grainy photos of him and a bio written in the 3rd person. What impressed him was the fact that somehow, despite only having been active for an hour, according to them, the account had already seen about 35 likes and a handful of DMs from people.

Most of them were curious about the bio, some of them asking a variation of ‘Does John know you made this account?’, etc.

However, it bothered him that they did this behind his back, never once stopping to ask if he needed or wanted their help (AND HE DIDN’T). “You need to delete this.” He ended up saying after a moment of silence.

He grabbed the phone and set it on the edge of his desk to be taken by either Gaz or Soap, with a bit more aggression than he meant to. “Deactivate it, whatever.” He added.

“But, sir-” Soap tried to say, being shushed by Price raising a hand to signal him to quiet down.

“No buts.” He said directly as he raised his head and glared right at Soap. “And you need to tell that person that you already promised a date to that I’m not interested and APOLOGIZE for leading them on.” He ordered.

“Boss… C’mon.” Ghost called for him from his corner, causing John’s head to slowly turn to face him, eyebrows scrunched when he noticed the gaze Simon was sending him.

Cursed be Simon Riley, the only tosser in the entire SAS other than MacMillan, who can read John like the open book that he prides himself in not being.

But of course Simon knows why he’s so reluctant. He was there 5 years ago… when Price called him from his car in a side road somewhere, so drunk that his words were more so obscene slurs than words themselves, spewing mentions of loss and betrayal and a visceral need to cave a man’s face in, of emptying magazine after magazine on his wife’s lover’s body.

Simon went to get him, took the man home to his own shitty little flat, let him sleep off the inebriation in his bed, looked after him just in case he’d choke on his own drunken vomit, and the next afternoon, when Price was more himself, he drove Price to his marital home and helped him pack his bags.

Price stayed at his apartment for almost 6 months before getting his own place. Not that Ghost minded. Returning to the barracks was embarrassing for the Captain… And getting his own place required time and patience, which Price was lacking. 

Eventually, Price signed the divorce papers, the matter was settled, and Price went on leave. Ghost took his as well and helped him settle into a flat, helped him assemble furniture, brought him meals.

Then started Price’s fuckboy era. Which is how Gaz and Soap heard of his proclivity to hook up with people. Gender didn’t matter, so much as getting momentary satisfaction and some of the shadows out of his bones. 

Then, Graves and Shepherd happened… And Price cut it cold turkey. He was pent up. Point blank. Went from getting regular satisfaction to getting nothing and burying himself in his work. Blaming himself for not noticing the signs earlier.

Sometimes Ghost wondered if the man was going through a mid-life crisis.

“You could use it, boss.” Ghost added as he looked Price right in the eyes. “What’s one night, huh? Just going for a drink with them?”

“Simon-” Price tried arguing.

“Please, sir. We promise you’ll like ‘em.” Gaz pleaded. 

“Yeah, sir, we all talked with ‘em and they’re a right laugh.” Soap added.

Taking a deep breath, John leaned back on his chair again and threw his hands in the air again.

“Alright.” He conceded. “BUT!” He interrupted them before they got too giddy. “None of this… Tinder shite.” He gestured vaguely to the phone at the edge of the desk.

“You set up a meet-up this Friday at a pub nearby. No more after that.” He ordered.

“On it!” Gaz said as he snatched the phone from the desk to dm you.

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[baby-tini]

Bully Dabi🥵 he messes with you your whole life ever since you moved in the neighborhood. He makes sure you don't have any meaningful connections with friends from school so no one bothers you. It wasn't till University that it got kicked up a notch. He wasn't shoving into you or saying mean things anymore it was more sexual now. He grabs you around the corner of a classroom and makes you grind on him. While doing that he says the nastiest things in your ear. 'You always wanted this' 'wanted to ruin you for so long' 'wait till you see my cock you'll drool over it like the little cock slut you are' 'my cock slut' 'can't wait to see this tummy buldge from my cock'

TW- NONCON, victim blaming, sexual assault, bullying, verbal and physical abuse You had moved into the neighborhood when you were about eight years old, your dad had gotten a new job that payed way better then his old one. Being an only child, you never really had people to play with so, when your dad told you that there was a family across the street with kids your age, you were ecstatic. The kids were really nice to you, well, except the oldest, Touya or as all his friends called him, Dabi. He was always so mean to you. Tripping you, pulling your hair, spilling juice on your pretty clothes, you never liked Touya, he never gave you a reason too. So, you did your best to avoid him, you only came over to play with Fuyumi anyway, so, you would just be in her room playing dolls and having fun, until you had to go home. Now the bullying wasn't too bad as kids, it was more like an inconvenience for you. But in high school? That's when it started to get worse, the tripping turned into Dabi- as he now forced you to call him- pushing you into lockers and laughing when he sees the bruises on your shoulders and thighs. The hair pulling turned into him yanking you up by your hair as he called you mean names. You wanted to tell someone, you truly did but all the girls loved Dabi, that was apparent when he had a new one hanging off him everyday. Plus you didn't want your parents to move you to a different school, you had a lot of friends here. You especially didn't want to tell Fuyumi, knowing she'd tell everyone, it would be in good faith coming from her but, she really couldn't keep a secret to save her life.

Dabi being older then you by a couple years means he graduated and went to college first, giving you two years of peace, you didn't have to look over your shoulder or wear jackets all the time in order to cover the bruises he inflicted. You could have fun and joke around with friends without him staring you down from across the hall. It was the best two years of school you've had in your life, plus, Dabi moved into a dorm on campus with his friends Keigo and Tomura. So, you rarely saw Dabi around the neighborhood, except when he came home occasionally on weekends. But even then, you'd rather five- rarely seven- days of peace then none at all. It also meant you could talk to guys without Dabi threatening them or in most cases, beating them black and blue. It's the worst in college though, the years of peace in high school gone all too quickly as you start uni. Although, you don't have any classes with Dabi, so you rarely see him. After classes is a different story though, he's trailing after you, holding you hostage in empty classroom and calling you mean names as his bullying gets bolder.. more.. sexual. He's pinning you against the wall now, leaving hickeys and bruises on your neck, shoving his tongue in your mouth and probably the worst is when he pushes you on top of the desk to spread your legs and hump your cunt over your clothes. Then there was the time that Dabi had dragged you you into an empty classroom, calling you a slut because your skirt was too short for his liking as he laid you on the empty teacher desk and proceeded to pull your skirt up and take his cock out. He had you lay there as he rubbed the head of his dick over your clit, through your panties, making you beg for him to play with your pussy. "Feels good, doesn't it slut?" Forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, he grinds into your cunt. Slapping your hands away when you try to hide your face and laughing when you start to cry. Pumping his cock a couple times, he runs it over your panties, making sure his tip catches your clit. Trying to look away from him doesn't work 'cause he'll just pull your upper body off the desk and make you watch him fuck your clit, his slit leaking beads of pre-cum, wetting the sensitive nub, his piercing catching on it so nicely. He'll switch from that, to pulling your underwear to the side so that he can slap at the little bundle of nerves and rolling it with his pointer and thumb.

"I don't know why you're covering your face, you were asking for it, wearing all the slutty clothes that you do." Dabi says the meanest things when he has you like this, he's never been soft while he touches you. Always bending you over the railing in the stairwell so that he can lift your skirt to rub your pussy with two fingers then he'll pull your thong tightly against your pussy, so that your lips peak out and he can grind against you. Or when you're leaving the building he'll pull you with him behind the school so that he can give 'daily hole checks,' as he calls them. He says he does them to make sure you're not whoring yourself out, seeing how tight you are by making you suck on his fingers so he can push them inside you. "Bend over bitch, I won't ask again, gotta make sure this pussy is just how I left it." If you're too slow doing as he asks, he'll push against the wall and pulling your ass towards him. From there, he'll pull your panties down, letting them drop to your ankles as he spreads your pussy open and literally stares at your pussy for minutes, pulling lips apart and pushing tip of his thumb inside, spitting on your clit and using his palm to spread it all over your cunt, getting spit on your thighs as he does so. If he deems that your pussy isn't how he left, whether his cum is no longer in you or you feel "looser" then he'll punish you. He makes you hold up your skirt from behind with your face squished against the dirty brick wall as he slaps your ass, hitting you so hard your eyes burn from the salty tears running down your cheeks. Telling you mean things as he carries out his brutal assault on your ass. "Don't start crying now bitch, if you weren't such a slut, I wouldn't have to hit you." or, "Did you really wipe my cum out of you? You ungrateful little whore." and, "Move away from me again and see what happens, I'll hit a lot fucking harder, try me." and of course, "You really think anyone'll believe you? Those bitches you hang out with would kill to be in your position, would beg to have my cock stretching them so full it bulges from their fucking stomach.

[xxblairexxss]

Pick me up (part 2)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Charles got a call again, this time from a police station but he’s not gonna fall for it again.

I had so much fun writing this one!

“Hey! Don’t touch her, you dick!”

Never in your life that you imagined yourself would be punching a guy in a club but here you are, your curled hair that you had spent hours with legs folded in front of the mirror, tied up into a messy bun and your fist, full of fancy jewelleries being forcefully thrusted into a guy’s cheek, causing him to stumble back. The strap of your handbag that was hanging on your shoulder fell off to your arm from the strength and you immediately took it with your other arm, started hitting the guy again over and over.

“Did your parents never teach you to never touch someone without their permission?” You pulled back your arm and whacked him in the head again.

“Don’t you know how to respect women?” Another whack.

“Don’t you know how to take no as an answer?” Another whack in the head.

“She said no, dumbass! No means no!” You whacked him again until someone pulled you back.

and the next thing you knew,

you ended up at a police station for an assault.

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“Can you tell me what you girls were doing?

“We were minding our business.” Your friend, Kika replied, glaring at the officer.

“The last time I checked, minding your own business doesn’t include punching someone in the face and continuously smacking them on the head with your YSL handbag. Care to explain, Miss Y/N?” The officer tilted down his head to look at you over his glasses as he set aside the report paper.

“I– um– I– it was an accident.” You bit on your lips and smiled awkwardly when the officer looked at you in disbelief.

“An accident happened by an accident. That means it only accidentally happened once, or twice at least. Based on the report we received, the victim claimed he was whacked in the head for more than 100 times.”

Your mouth widen in surprise as you frowned. “Excuse me?! The victim, you said? The so-called-victim touched my friend right here and even tried to sneak a hand under her dress! Also, it wasn’t more than 100! He’s lying!”

“Is that what actually happened? Can I interrogate everyone, except Y/N as witnesses? Follow me.” The officer stood up, waving his fingers to your friends as they stood up and left the room. Kika mouthed “We got you covered! Don’t worry!” and winked before she walked into the designated room, door closing behind her.

After what felt like hours, the officer came back and had asked the rest of the girls to go home, meanwhile you had to stay because he needed to write another report in defence of your actions, which took another half an hour.

“So, is there anyone you can call to pick you up?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Okay, then–“

“But, sir, I mean, officer, is there any way you can let me go without having to call my boyfriend?” You pleaded. You had a weekend staycation with the rest of the girls and you had promised Charles that you wouldn’t get it trouble. If he knew about this, he would be disappointed.

“Unfortunately, no. We need a sign from someone else other than you so we could have a liability against us in case if something happened again.”

You groaned and took out your phone from your bag, clicking on Charles’s contact number right away.

“Baby? I was waiting for your call. How was your night? Did you have fun?” You heard him said on the phone, sounding very excited to hear all the stories from you, like always.

“Honey, you need to pick me up.”

“Very funny, princess. I’m not falling for that again.” He chuckled and you accidentally made an eye contact with the officer, who seemed to be very eager to end his shift.

“I’m not kidding! I need you to pick me up at a police station!”

“Oh, it’s a police station this time?” He replied nonchalantly and you clenched your teeth. Your boyfriend had to pick a wrong time to be so dense.

“Charles!” You looked back at the officer who handed out his palm, asking for the phone to which you gave in right away.

“Hello, sir. I’m Officer Nathan, calling from Monaco Police Station. We need you to come so we could release Miss Y/N under someone’s supervision in regards to her assault charges.” You saw the officer listening to whatever Charles has said. “Very well, thank you.” He then ended the call and passed the phone back to you.

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Charles rushed in with his hoodie, checkered sleep pants and a glasses. His hair was messy. He looked like he had been in bed for hours judging based on how flat the hair looked from the back. You felt bad having to drag him into this matter but it wasn’t your choice. He had signed a few paper and repeatedly apologise to the officer before taking your hand, your handbag into his other hand as both of you walked out of the police station.

“Care to explain, baby?” His eyes was still on the road but he had his hand on your thigh, grasping on it when you didn’t reply. “It’s okay. I’m not mad, sweetheart. I just want to know what happened.”

“That guy touched Isa inappropriately. I saw the way he slid his hand under her dress and even tried to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. I got so mad so I just….”

“Punched him? That was so hot, babe.” He laughed and it made you turned your head immediately to look at him and he was indeed, laughing as if you were telling a joke. “How hard did you punch him? I never knew you had that strength in you.”

“Not that hard but I guess it hurt because of these.” You stretched out your arm to flash your jewelleries and gasped when you realised one of the ring from the hand that you used to punch the guy had lost its diamond. “Oh, no! The diamond is gone!” You pursed your lips.

“It’s okay, I can buy you a new one.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and brushed a kiss on it.

“My bag is ruined too. See this? I think I might have whacked it too hard.” You lifted your handbag in front of you and pulled a face.

“I’ll buy you a new handbag too, baby. Just don’t use it as a weapon next time, okay.”

✧.* tags! @i83andrew @cltrlne @karmabyfernando @ohthemisssery

[dullgecko]

Goblins eating mostly raw meat is actually untrue, they do nearly always cook their food because it better that way, with the only exceptions being if they're starving or if they're eating a person that really really pissed them off. This is why Riz gets bitey when he's angry, if you eat the thing making you mad, you don't have to deal with it anymore, right?

They're actually quite grossed out at the idea of eating anything raw or bad (moldy cheeses, sushi, anything with raw eggs, etc), because, even with their strong ass stomachs, if you eat raw/bad food, you get sick, of course!! these leads to Riz watching the bad kids eat cookie dough in just sheer horror.

Goblins in Solace mostly live in the mountains of chaos, where giving away the location of your home could get your entire clan killed. That means that sometimes lighting a fire is a /very bad idea/ and you need to suck it up and eat your dinner raw, its not preferred but they're able to do it without getting sick. Goblin almost always choose to make their homes near salt deposits though (which put them in a lot of conflict with other species) which means that while they can't often cook their meats over a fire they can certainly cure a lot of it. Usually with a mix of herbs and spices to add to the flavour. It also means that the meat lasts a lot longer and can be stored over winter. In an environment where getting your next meal is a case of life and death you're also not about to throw something out if it goes a bit mouldy. It might taste gross but that's calories which might mean the difference between seeing tomorrow or not.

Riz, however, does NOT live in the mountains. He lives in a city, with awesome things like OVENS and MICROWAVES so he cooks his damn food whenever he likes. He might cook it a little less well-done than a normal Solesian would prefer (or think is safe, he's particularly fond of rare chicken) but its still cooked. If he's hanging out with Gorgug he'll eat raw meat with him, but the half-orcs parents usually spring for good quality beef which even humans enjoy rare.

Riz tended to eat a lot of mouldy or bad food when he was younger especially after his dad died and they dropped down to a single income household. He was starving (kids at his school would often steal his free lunches) but didnt want his mom to worry so he'd eat whatever he could find even if it was gross. Sure he can eat mouldy food just fine but its not like he ever went LOOKING for it, he just has a vendetta against wasting food after being food insecure for so long so sometimes it just happens.

He hasn't had to eat actually bad food in a long time (though he will occasionally eat questionable leftovers) because he gets most of his meals at school or when hanging out with his friends. If anyone tried to steal his food these days he's pretty sure his friends would make sure they never /stopped/ finding the body.

That being said, when he caught his friends passing around a tube of cookie dough he wasted no time in slapping it out of their hands and promptly throwing it away. They were NOT goblins and the packaging even said 'do not consume raw' on the side due to risk of salmonella poisoning. Riz Gukgak did NOT fuck around when it came to protecting his friends (though he still wouldnt eat sushi even if it was a life and death situation, its mostly because of the wasabi though).

[squaredbean]

Okay: Morning Crew Wild West AU

Tazercraft: highly wanted outlaws, obviously. They go around robbing places, taking as much as they want, passa tudo and all that. There’s a hefty bounty on their heads, and if there’s a few casualties so what? Recently they’ve broken out of prison and have decided to settle down for a bit before they make their next big heist. Their greatest asset is their kid, who is small to fit into tight spaces, and runs a good distraction feigning poor helpless child in need, and is all too happy to help

Fit: Mercenary, also wanted, but he’s pretty anonymous compared to tazercraft. (He’s also kind of indebted to this crime lord from another town but he’s kind of ignoring that as much as he can). Still, he would be more wanted or have a higher bounty on his head since he is an active hitman. Although, his last job was to kill some guy who owed a shit ton in debt (gambling, cigarettes, etc.) and he caught the guy passed out in his home. Quick job, easily done - except he didn’t realise the guy had a KID. This wouldn’t be a problem in any other case - in fact the kid would be dead if he hadn’t THANKED FIT? Fit panics because why did this kid just thank him for murdering his only parent? And when the kid asks him if he can tag along with him for a bit… Fit just sort of panics and agrees. Besides, he’s not getting payed to kill the kid

Tubbo: grew up in a orphanage until Phil took him in, (Phil owns a saloon, he’s chill af with the outlaws so they meet there a lot) and he’s an underground trader, supervises a lot of exchanges and is slowly building up some sort of mechanical criminal empire. He unofficially adopted an orphaned kid with a few of his friends and she just hangs around with them now, incredibly pleased with her fathers steadily growing wealth

Bagi: runs a private investigation business with her brother, they keep getting in trouble with the law (Sheriff Foolish, and his mysterious silent deputy with the checkered pants) since they work with the outlaws to do their jobs, but they have a conspiracy that the Sheriff is being bought off by a secret organisation called The Federation. They work with the outlaws and the outlaws are happy to comply if it means screwing over the Sheriff. Through investigating the sheriff she has come across a girl who runs a tea shop who is friends with the Sheriff and has become rather captivated with her, even though she isn’t fond of the sheriff himself

In a random twist of fate (or a frankly desperate cry for help from the Fed) Foolish hires Fit to find and kill Tazercraft. Except when Fit tries to sneak out to do the job, Ramon follows him. Fit doesn’t realise this until Ramon is caught by a handsome, dark haired Brazilian. But he doesn’t kill him - in fact, he asks if he’s okay, takes him in and offers him tea (Ramon refuses and Fits heart swells with pride). He watches closely should the guy try anything but eventually Ramon says he has to go back to his dad.

Fit sees the guy at the saloon the next day, confronts him, is then confronted BACK by his pink-haired friend, and eventually they introduce themselves. Pac explains that Ramon reminded him too much of his own kid, and Fit eventually tells them about Foolish’s mission and his original mission. Bagi overhears this entire conversation and is immediately incredibly intrigued, Tubbo being Tubbo wants to be included and inserts himself into the conversation. Shenanigans ensue

That’s all I have the brain power to write for now, maybe this will be comprehensive, maybe it won’t. This is just pure waffle lol

[nomsfaultau]

Pov you're one of MFR! Techno's classmates, not friends but amicable enough, and you watch everything go down

Huh he's hanging out with a lookalike cool cool wish I had one too

Oh he's sick? Chronically? Dang hope he's fine

Oh his parents were kidnapped— what

HANG ON HE'S ON TV???? WHAT

So, campus perception of Techno is actually touched on in the last chapter that’s taking forever to finish. Mostly in a comedy way but yeah, his classmates do notice!

I’m imagining they’re probably using his plagiarism service so like at first it’s mostly business but also like they do the public speaking on a project cause Techno doesn’t wanna, maybe waving at the caf but not eating together. Like offhand hear he’s published some books and it’s like oh that’s cool but not invested enough to check it out (which. Fair my friends didn’t read mine either lol).

Maybe they jokingly suggest Techno should pull pranks with Wilbur, trying to fish for info on the betting pool for what’s up. And Techno just mutters that the guy is clingy and nosy (which gets back to Phil obvs).

Then Techno’s chronically ill and like dang now they have to try on essays. Since he’s not responding to their texts (financial control is an abuse tactic Phil~). Maybe they sign a card that never gets to him. But Wilbur says he’s fine and he probably knows, right? And then on top of that Skeppy is freaking out because apparently his parents dipped pretty quickly after the guy went on hospice. And by the way Skeppy is muttering good riddance occasionally, it’s not super clear if Techno has like. Any financial support??? Must bc really crappy parents if they left their kid the moment he became disabled jeeze dude. Or really bad luck if they got murdered or something idk. A semester happens, they kinda forget about him except when maybe struggling with an essay. In late November Wilbur drops off the face of the earth but seems to still submit assignments according to a prof. Maybe he got sick too..?

And then Skeppy is sick maybe? For a few days? And then Techno is on the news and the court case drama is sweeping the tabloids and Techno is back with scars and a knife and jumps unexpectedly, bolts, rumors are flying about him attacking people and all the papers say he’s crazy. And maybe he is. But all they know is something had to have happened to change Techno from the laid back nerd they knew, the guy who breezed through tests and muttered roasts about the professor just loud enough they caught it sitting a row behind. Because the man constantly counting exits, with the hand that jolts to something lodged in his belt when startled, with the eyes that seem to strip you bare as they search for a threat that isn’t there- that’s not Techno. Right?

So while the whole world is convinced Techno is a delusional mess, quietly the students of Hypixel begin to wonder just who the Angel really is.

WH- WHY ARE ALL HIS FRIENDS ASKING FOR THEIR LITTLE BROTHER’S HAND ME DOWNS!?!?!?!??????????

[piedpiperart]

DC x SPN prompt idea

Sam and Dean get a tip about a haunted mansion from Bobby and they go check it out. It’s Drake Manor in Gotham City, which wouldn’t be a problem since no one was supposed to be living there. Except there was.

Sam and Dean meet Tim as they break into his house. Tim at first thinks they’re burglars but notices they’re carrying strange occult stuff. Tim looks at their stuff for a sec and just goes oh, are you here for the ghost?

And the boys, who had thought the kid was a) not alive or b) some sort of creature, are a bit thrown that this tiny child was left alone for months dealing with this ghost haunting his house.

Tim explains that he thinks she’s the ghost of his previous nanny before his parents fired her, but says she doesn’t do anything harmful, just tries to keep him company or get him to eat more often. She only breaks stuff when his parents are around but she stopped after it got him in trouble.

While Tim is sad for his ghost friend to be gone, he absolutely questions the heck out of Sam and Dean about all sorts of supernatural creatures and ghosts. Sam shows him ways to stay safe and avoid places with signs, etc. Dean teaches him how to fight and shoot weapons.

Tim is like seven or eight and pretty much blackmails Sam and Dean into teaching him how to be a hunter, and Tim ends up finding missions for them because he turns out to be a better hacker than Sam and Bobby. He gets the hunters money, sets up a network of information where hunters work together, and makes gadgets and gizmos for the guys to use against creatures.

Dean and Sam are worried about this small child alone in the house but think he’s better off there than as a hunter out in the real world. They don’t expect Tim to force his way into helping them, and every so often when they need help or info they call Tim then remind him to do homework or eat something.

Their road-trips now have frequent stops by Gotham, and even Bobby’s been able to make the trip to meet the lil guy who hacks his computer every week.

Tim also still knows Bruce is batman, and eventually becomes Robin, right. So he’s off doing that and keeping the whole supernatural world secret from Batman. Sam and Dean however, know the kid too well and eventually find out Tim is Robin. They may or may not take that well.

But! Since Tim is already aware of the ways of browsing the news and internet for crazy interesting cases and crimes, he comes across some posts about a potential zombie. Lo and behold- it’s Jason! So Tim calls Bruce and gets them sorted out. Maybe Talia still finds a way to kidnap him though, or Tim fights her on his own to keep Jason and loses, etc.

Either way, Tim ends up on the outs with the family still because he thinks he’s just filling in for Jason. So when his parents die and Tim is in need of a fake uncle? Who else would he call but Bobby!!

Just imagining Bruce and Bobby in the same room oh man. No doubt Alfred and Bobby would get along or absolutely hate each-other and no in between. I think Bobby would win in a fight against Alfred though. Just sayin.

Que Tim taking a call from Dean while he’s patrolling, thinking he’s alone as he details how to graphically kill someone, only to hang up and turn to see Jason standing right there.

Just, many shenanigans for how Tim seems a bit more unhinged than they thought. Like yeah Robin doesn’t kill, can’t kill when you work for Bats, but Tim Drake the Hunter made no such promises. Tim’s like ‘my first kill-‘ and freaks out the bats until he saves it by saying he’s talking about a game.

Sam and Dean come for a visit and Dick is suspicious. Tim goes on hunter missions and comes back with unexplained wounds. One of the bats might see him kill something and the guy turns to dust. Tim’s like no one will ever believe you.

As Tim drifts away from the bats he goes on trips with sam and Dean or helps bobby upgrade his tech. He lets Dean keep a batarang.

Maybe when Bruce is stuck in the time stream the first person he calls is Dean and Sam and Bobby. They’re like oh hey meet Cas, who then is like “Batman should not be allowed to alter the timeline” and just brings him back. He starts maybe using Cas for emergencies, or Dean tells Cas to keep an eye on tim only for him to step in whenever Tim seems in danger, even when he isn’t. Que Tim trying to convince Cas to wear a disguise when rescuing him in the field, etc..

Or maybe Tim makes a deal with a demon! He brings back Bruce but is fantastic at loopholes and gets out of hell card. Maybe Crowley is angry and takes his spleen just cuz. Dean is not happy.

Supernatural occurrences in the field happen and Tim solves it easily. No explanation. Maybe Constantine comes to solve it only to take one look at Tim and go “fuckin’ hunters, geez”. Or alternatively Tim corrects Constantine, saying stuff like you mispronounced (insert Latin word) or something like that.

Just, overall Tim shenanigans because if one of the bats had knowledge of the supernatural it would totally be Tim.

[gowns]

I’m expecting a baby boy and tbh have never given any thought to what it would be like to be the mother of a boy (having spent a LOT of time thinking about raising a girl in contrast to how I was raised). As someone who has good observations of both little kid society and of gender, what have you observed about little boy kids today?

my general observation is that even in this liberal area where many parents do an attempt* at gender neutrality, the girls and the boys end up cliqueing up according to gender and behavior. by this i mean: the majority of the boys only want to play with other boys, and play rough, roughhouse, do games where they "hunt" each other, play bad guys vs good guys, etc. the girls only want to socialize with other girls, and they do pretend games (either domestic or "fantasy" inspired like fairies and unicorns and princesses, although already at the age of 6 they're moving more into girl power superheroes), or sometimes just straight up circling up and gabbing with each other.

*i do think that since most of these parents are like, liberal liberal, the attempts are quite half-hearted.

i remember it being kind of like that when i was a kid too, except i didn't like either way of playing, and i would usually be off by myself doing my own little thing. when i got older i was kind of a "social butterfly," in that i liked flitting around between groups and had a lot of guy friends and a lot of girl friends, none of them terribly close, but a lot i could reliably "hang out" with and pass the time. i got along best with people who i could joke with or make smart references with.

as an adult i basically do the same thing tbh. i'm always just vibing doing whatever. the difference is i have more choices in who i can contact and spend more time with, and my closest friends are just as weird / gay / leftist / bookish / funny as i am. i find myself alienated by a lot of people, but they're also very very interesting to me, as case studies.

so in other words -- i do feel that there will be inevitably cliques that form around parroting gendered behaviors, but it's not inevitable that your kid will be constrained by that!

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ANYway. as to what it's like to have a son. i really wouldn't know, personally! i have friends who have boys and it seems like everything will be all right as long as you're kind and gentle and model that for them. let them wear whatever colors they want and teach them how to stick up for themselves and others. then you'll already be miles ahead of the standard boy-parent.

we always said that if we had a boy it would be a bobby hill kind of kid. you know? we are goofy people, so we were always destined to have goofy kids. my kids are very into pink and princesses and fairies (i am actually sitting in their all-pink bedroom writing this), but more than that, they are good at critical thinking, they love to read, they are compassionate and funny and friendly and like to say and do things that weird me out. like showing me chewed up food or turning their eyelids inside out or making monster sounds. that's all good.

it's more important that we allow them to be weird little humans than anything else. and all kids are naturally weird. every human is! just don't let them experience shame about it.

be kooky and your kid will be kooky, trust me on that. and teach them to question everything. they'll inevitably be shaped by social pressures one way or another, but you can help them keep the flame of their individuality alive.

[mylittleredgirl]

voyager high school au

i feel like we as a species are really missing an important angle on this much-abused trope.

usually high school aus take our current, fully developed characters and de-age them into teenage equivalents (tuvok is captain of the chess team, harry is in all AP classes but is somehow a freshman forever, seven demolishes at quiz bowl and "steals" the class president's prom date at the last minute because she hasn't realized that lesbianism is an option, etc).

however, if you have to send them to high school, i think it would be much funnier if we imagine them as they canonically were as teens.

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janeway is an admiral's daughter who stormed off after losing a tennis match and dramatically walked home like 5 miles in the rain. you just know that if she got a 98 out of 100 on a project (still solidly an A+!) she would go up after class to argue the two point deduction. she might actually be the class president, but idk if the other kids are happy about it.

chakotay is a sullen, angsty kid who hates his dad, hates his tribe, and just wants to go to junior college and never set foot on the rez again. so many internalized things to unpack. this boy is a mess

Passion Punk™️ tuvok canonically got kicked out of the house for saying that everything his dad believes in fuckin sucks

b'elanna also thinks her culture of origin fuckin sucks. child of ugly divorce, regularly suspended for brawling. she may have gotten sent to klingon religious school to scare her straight at one point? i gotta look that up but i'm pretty sure it happened

like janeway, tom is also an admiral's kid. everyone says he has sooooo much potential but he spends all his time crying in his room and reading jules verne

seven is in a massively abusive cult. this one's not funny at all ☹️

harry is the best adjusted out of everyone. great relationship with his parents, probably has had the same girlfriend since eighth grade (who is also well-adjusted). youth orchestra. early decision to harvard. i typed out "voted most likely to succeed," but that's definitely wrong, because it would be tom out of nepotism or janeway out of grit (and nepotism). if it were a category though, teenage harry would be voted "most likely to just have a nice life."

kes is the smartest kid in her grade but you would never know it because she just hangs out with the hippie kids in the woods behind the school, eating moss off trees and planning to run away from home

all we really know about neelix's pre-war childhood is that he had a huge loving family. i'm extrapolating here from the skills and attitude he has as an adult, but when i transpose this into a modern high school AU, i imagine his parents running the local diner and letting all of neelix's loser friends (see the rest of this list) eat there for free.

the doctor sprang into being as an adult so i'm not sure what to do here. you could argue that he was kind of a canonical teenager in season one, in which case he's that autistic kid who everyone remembers showing up to kindergarten with a briefcase and a full suit, having already memorized A thru G in the world book. somehow you never really see him anywhere except on school grounds. this year's special interest is opera.

vorik is also there.

[acozysoulwrites]

His saving grace | B.H

Description: Billy has just had a huge fight with his father Neil and decides to call you.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, injury, mentions of Neil

Billy can hardly feel the throbbing pain in his wrist. His mind is elsewhere. Racing with thoughts and yet, quiet and vacant. The feeling of his heart racing rises into his ears, and he hears his blood rushing through his veins, adrenaline pumping and at the ready.

The threat is gone. Neil left a half hour ago, and yet, his body refuses to believe he's safe. His heart screamed with every beat. His lungs pull in more air than the rest of him can keep up with, just in case this is their last working moment.

He's glad that no one else is here. Glad that he's alone to tend to his own wounds. Glad that Maxine is safe with those idiot friends of hers. He doesn't want anyone else to see him like this. Neil is the only exception. He can handle that. This is because some small part of Billy wants Neil to see how broken he is. How much damage he has caused, and maybe one day it'll be enough to make him realize that Billy is his son, not a punching bag.

Blood trickles down Billy's hand. The red liquid seeps quickly out of his busted knuckles, and he is suddenly hyperaware of how it feels on his skin.

He could call her. He could call the only person in this world who cares about him. The phone is just to his left, hanging by its cord where Neil left it after using it on Billy. Suddenly he remembers that his head is also bleeding. This was one of the worst arguments they had ever had.

Neil would be back at any moment, and if Billy was still sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor when he returned, everything would happen again.

With a groan, Billy pushes himself from the tile floor. His head feels fuzzy and his eyes go blurry as the blood rushes to his head. He'd been there for too long. His knees wobble as he steps toward the phone.

What was he doing calling her? She'd take one look at him and run for the hills. That, or she'd look at him with that disgusting pitiful gaze. The one that made him feel weak and gross inside.

Yet while these thoughts race through his mind, his fingers work quickly at dialing her number. He had it memorized. The night she gave it to him, he spent an hour staring at it. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism. Her number felt safe to him. He kept the paper in his pocket, always remembering to take it out before throwing his clothes in the wash, never letting it get lost or torn.

It was the last bit of hope he had left.

The ring of the phone echoes in his ear and Billy grimaces. He despised loud, sudden noises.

"Hello?"

It was her father; a far nicer man in comparison to his own. Though he still made Billy a bit nervous despite how well he hid that fear behind his arrogance. Older men would always make Billy tense.

"Hello sir," Billy says, trying his best to mask the shake in his voice.

"Oh well hey there Billy! How are ya, son?"

Billy swallows hard, his heart aching to be called son one more time. He's quick to push that feeling down. It was humiliating.

"Doin' well sir," Billy grins through the phone. He opens his mouth to speak, but the man beats him to it.

"She's right here, kid" His voice goes quiet as he hands it to her.

"Billy! Hey, is everything alright?" Her voice is full of worry, and he instantly regrets phoning.

"Y-Yeah, just wanted to see if you'd be interested in seein' me tonight" He says slyly, hiding the shakes well.

A moment passes, and Billy hears muffled whispering. She was asking her parents.

"Yeah Billy sure! I'll be right over. Just let me grab my-"

"Not here." He quickly cuts her off. "What about that old park? It's secluded" He adds on, his voice growing much more flirty with the last words.

He can hear her blush through the phone. "Sure, I'll be there in ten," She says.

Billy hangs the phone up. At least that's one thing he can do right that Neil can't.

Billy wipes his head off with an old towel and washes his hands. It was good enough and he didn't feel like hiding it right now.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulls up to the park. He parks his car by hers. It's an old chevy that her dad lets her use.

"Hey!" She stands and steps toward him. Her smile slowly fades the closer they get to one another. "Billy..."

"Hey" He grabs her face and pulls her into a kiss. His hand slid down her side to grab the belt loop on her jeans.

"B-Billy wait" She pulls away gently, eyeing him up and down.

He doesn't say anything. Usually, he'd get angry, maybe yell at her and beg her to explain why she pulled away. But he knows that he looks horrible, and he can't be mad at her for worrying. It's the reason she feels safe. She cares.

"What did you do wrong this time?" Her voice is quiet, her eyes still stuck on the several bruises and cuts scattered over every area where his skin showed.

He drops his eyes to the ground in an attempt to hide the tears forming at the corners. "I dropped a plate." He says, almost letting a chuckle escape at how ridiculous it sounds. He dropped a plate and came out looking like he got into a car accident.

"What the hell" She whispers. Stepping closer, she grabs Billy's hand gently. "You don't need to go back there... you can stay at my place until-"

Billy shakes his head. "No. No, you know I can't go anywhere else. Plus, Max is there, and I... I care about the little shit enough to stick around. I take the hits, and she gets to be a stupid kid," He says, pulling his hand from hers.

"I shoulda kept this to myself."

She frowns up at him. "How can you say that Billy?"

He scoffs. "You always try to save me. I don't need savin', sweetheart. I need to let off some steam" Billy suddenly steps closer to her, his arm slipping around her waist. "Please, just let me forget about him for a while." He begs.

She shakes her head. "No, let me help you."

"This is helpful" He whispers, kissing down her neck.

"You can kiss me, but only if you agree to come to my place for the night."

Billy almost protests, but she continues.

"Max too" She adds, her hand on his chest. "Tell her to invite some of her friends and stay for the night. Get cleaned up, and we go from there tomorrow. Sound good?"

Billy hates how good she is. He hates how right she is.

"Yes. Fine. Now come here" He groans, pulling her into a long kiss.

[kissorkill16]

A Brass & Green Forgotten Memory: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: A memory about four kids, and a brass and emerald octagon.

Aaron and Nicky made their way out of school.

It was 3:59, and they recently got out of detention. They put a balloon in the school's turkey lunch, making it explode all over the place. While they laughed their asses off, other students found it disgusting.

They got detention and as well as their parents got a call home. But they didn't care, they knew they'd see each other again.

Like usual, Nicky's parents didn't seem to be home. Instead, he was greeted by the displeased face of his grandmother.

"Go to your room, young man. We'll talk more when your parents get home. I don't want to see you until they've pulled up in the driveway, and in the meantime, you're grounded.", she said flatly. Nicky didn't even spare her a second glance as he trodded upstairs to his room.

He walked in his room, flung his backpack to the corner of his room, and flopped down on his bed.

He thought about how during his friendship with Aaron, he stopped caring about what other people think. He stopped being such a basket case, and started going out more, he even started sneaking around whenever his parents weren't around, and started being more disobedient to his grandmother.

That last thought made him sad. He'd never found the courage to even get close to breaking Bubba's rules, and it made him feel a little guilty, because he'd been going against the woman who had taken care of him whenever his parents weren't around.

But then his mind went to all of the times where she left him alone in such dark and scary places. The grocery store, the woods, and traumatizing him as a small child. Why does he care so much about the person who's literally the reason why he was so standoffish in the first place?

A loud bang on his window startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked out the window to see who it was.

Aaron, Mya, and Lucy.

He was happy to see them.

Nicky opened the window, and waved down at his friends.

"Hi, Nicky!", said Lucy. "We were about to go to the woods to work on a new project. Do you want to come?"

Nicky looked down at his feet, trying to make this come out easy. "Sorry, guys. I can't. Bubba says I'm grounded and can't leave my room until my parents get home, which probably won't be until like 3:00 tomorrow."

"Damn, that sucks.", said Aaron. "But who cares? I peeked through the window, and that old hag is sleeping like a log. Old people tend to sleep for decades, so I'm sure you've got a couple hours."

Nicky thought about it for a minute, then without another thought, he climbed out his window, hopped onto the trellis, and landed on his feet.

"Let's go."

Just like every other time Nicky's been here, it was darker in the woods, despite it only being 4:15. Luckily, no crows were hanging around the trees, so he didn't have to worry about any beaks pecking at him or any annoying caws.

They found a tree, sat down under it, and started discussing their new project. Lucy said she wanted to build a fairy trap.

Despite people saying to her that fairies weren't real, Lucy wasn't the type of person to give up on anything. That's what Nicky liked most about her.

"We can fill it with juice boxes and graham crackers, I heard fairies love those things.", she said.

She was also so adorable, Nicky liked that about her too. She was so adorable and lively, it made her look even more like a 7 year old.

Just then, Nicky saw something behind Mya. It was a tall figure, cloaked and had a beak sticking out of the hood. "Ummm..., guys? Whenever you come into the woods, do you see anything unusual?", he asked.

"Sometimes. Why?", said Mya.

Nicky pointed behind her, and everyone turned their heads to see the figure.

At first, they were a little scared, but then they started to laugh. Well, everyone except Nicky.

Aaron managed to compose himself. "Nicky, don't worry. I have a way with people like this.", he whispered to his friend. Then he called out to the figure, "Hey you! Halloween was a year ago, weirdo!"

The figure didn't say anything, it was just standing still and quiet, like a statue.

"Excuse me, whoever you are. But are you lost?", asked Mya. The figure still didn't answer.

Lucy whispered to Nicky, "Do you think it's a ghost?", she asked. Nicky felt a chill run down his spine.

"N-No. I don't think so. I wouldn't know, I don't believe in ghosts."

But that was a total lie. Nicky did believe in ghosts, any supernatural stuff in fact. All of the things Bubba told him chilled him to his core, and it made him believe in whatever unnatural thing he heard about. Why do you think he was so eager to help Lucy with her fairy trap?

"Should we check to see what it is?", asked Mya.

"Normally, I'd say no since this is creepy as shit, but I'm scared to just let it stand there and watch us do things.", said Aaron.

The kids slowly tip toed towards the figure, afraid that if they made a wrong move, it'd run to them and do who knows what.

Once they got close enough, Nicky slowly reached his hand towards it. Bad idea.

The cloaked figure started running away, hitting Nicky in the face with the back of its cloak. He wiped away that tingly feeling of blanket, and saw his friends chasing after the thing.

He didn't know why he was following them, he didn't know why he didn't just run the other direction home. Maybe he was also curious about the man in the cloak, or maybe he was turning into a sheep, a follower who would do anything for his friends.

"Hey! Come back!", called Mya to the figure. But the thing just kept on running away from the children.

Before anyone saw it coming, a murder of crows started charging at the kids, making them crouch down to their knees and hiding their heads in their arms.

The murder started flying away, and when Nicky slowly raised his head up, the figure was gone.

"It's gone.", said Nicky. The rest of the kids got up, dusted themselves off and pulled feathers out of their hair.

"Is everyone okay?", asked Aaron. The girls nodded their heads, and Nicky gave a silent mhmm.

Suddenly, another strange thing came about from the woods. First, a rustle of bushes, then a grumble of annoyance.

Aaron followed the sound, and peeked from behind the bushes. Everyone else crouched down beside him, and they all saw what Aaron saw.

It was another cloaked figure with a beak sticking out of the hood. But this one's beak wasn't yellow, not like the one they saw before, but instead it was white.

"Guys! It's clear, we're safe out here! Now let's complete the ritual!", said the figure. And within minutes, a whole group of cloaked figures with white beaks came out from behind the trees.

"Ritual? Did he just say "ritual"? What the heck were these guys doing a ritual for?", thought Nicky.

The main figure, who Nicky assumed to be the leader, pulled out a brass octagon. He raised it to the sky, and suddenly, the thing started glowing green, and the sky started getting cloudy. Then it started raining, and Lucy couldn't help the little squeak that came out.

The cloaked figures turned their heads to where the kids were, and started running to them.

"Someone followed us here!"

"Who's there?!"

"Stupid kids! Get out of here! These woods are our territory!"

The kids quickly got up and ran away from the cloaked figures, trying as hard as they could to get away from them.

"Everyone stay close to me!", Aaron yelled to everyone.

He would've nearly tripped over the cliff that awaited him, if it weren't for Nicky. He quickly grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him back up.

Everyone was too preoccupied with Aaron nearly falling, that they didn't hear the footsteps that came from behind them. They turned around to see the leader of the cloaked figures, and they stilled in fear.

"Why hello, little children. And just what are you doing out here all by yourselves? These woods are dangerous, you know. You don't know what things are roaming around here."

The leader started coming closer, and Nicky was standing so close to the edge of the cliff. He took a quick look at Aaron's fist, clutching his switch blade. And without warning, Aaron pushed the blade into the leader's side, making him scream.

Nicky was so taken aback, he ended up tripping over the edge, falling down the cliff and landing on his back.

"Nicky!", he heard Lucy call out to him.

The boy was so dizzy from the fall, he didn't even register the big painful hit on his back. He slowly got up, and what he saw made his eyes gape.

The same brass octagon that he saw the leader hold in his hand. He picked it up, eyeing the emerald middle that was in the center of the octagon. He didn't forget how this thing glowed in the leader's hand and made the sky rain.

Whatever this thing is capable of, he knew it was dangerous.

He heard the sound of feet sliding down the cliff, and he turned around to see his friends. Lucy quickly ran to him and gave him a big hug.

"Oh my gosh, Nicky. That was so close! Aaron stabbed that guy in the side and he screamed so hard, he didn't even hear or see us get away!", she said. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I found something too.", Nicky said, but before he could show it to them, Aaron and Mya started running.

Mya called out behind Aaron, "We hear them coming! Run!"

"Wait, I -"

"Not now, come on!", yelled Aaron.

"But -"

"Nicky, come on! I don't want to die here!", Lucy said, grabbing onto Nicky's arm and pulling him to where Aaron and Mya were running.

The kids made their way out of the woods, passing by all the signs that said "Danger" and "Don't feed the animals". They ran back to Aaron's house, and slowly creeped around the back. Aaron led them down the trap door to the basement, and once they were all down, they shook themselves dry and flopped down to the floor.

"Okay, Nicky. Spill.", Aaron said.

"Huh?"

"You said you found something in the woods and you wanted to show us. What was it?", asked Mya.

Nicky pulled out the brass and emerald octagon. Aaron, Mya, and Lucy gathered around to look at it, and they were just as in awe as Nicky was.

"Oooh, shiny. ~", said Lucy.

"What is it?", asked Mya.

"I don't know, but the leader of those beak faced freaks used it to make it rain. This thing is dangerous, and God knows where it came from or why they even had it in the first place."

The kids sat in silence for a moment.

"Whatever it is, or whatever it's capable of besides just making it rain, I say we get rid of it. I'll just grab a hammer, break it, and set it on fire. Then we won't have to worry about anymore weird rituals or creepy birds making things happen with it."

The girls nodded, but Nicky just sat in silence.

"Nicky, what do you say?"

"...I want to study it for a while."

Before Aaron could protest, Nicky held his hand up. "Only for a while, then I'll get rid of it."

Aaron nodded, despite wanting to argue more.

Nicky said his final goodbyes to his friends and climbed back up and out of the trap door, and was shocked to see that the rain suddenly stopped.

He was suspicious, but he decided not to question it further. He walked across the street, climbed onto the trellis, and back into his room, trying not to slip.

Nicky then looked at the octagon in his hand, and he put it in his bedside drawer. Maybe tomorrow, when he wasn't so wet, he'd find something to do with it.

The next day, Nicky walked to school early before his parents could wake up. Just so he didn't have to hear a lecture about how much trouble he was in or what they were gonna do to punish him, he already got enough of that from his grandma.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped back in fright, but he let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Aaron, and behind him were Lucy and Mya.

"Hey guys.", he said. But before Aaron could say "Hi" back, he looked at Nicky dead in the eye. He pulled his best friend closer, and Nicky was mentally freaking out.

"Your eyes are different.", he said.

"Umm...thank you?", said Nicky, not really sure whether or not that was a compliment.

"Sorry, it's just that,...it's weird. Your eyes are usually just blue, but now they're like a light green.", he said.

Mya pulled Nicky close to her face and examined his eyes, "I think they're more blue green.", then Lucy pulled him close to her face.

"Teal, or maybe cyan. Cyan, final answer."

"Can you guys please stop messing with my face?", Nicky said, swatting Lucy's hands away.

Aaron sighed, "Yeah, you're right. Sorry. Let's just go to school.", he said, walking ahead of them.

The others followed along, and Nicky stopped for a moment to look in a puddle. Aaron was right, his eyes were lighter and greener than usual.

But how?

Nicky didn't mind, at least for now. Right now, he just wanted to get to school, and hope no one else noticed his different eye color.

[charkyzombicorn]

Okay my sounding board has left me to never return (he's gone on errands) so Blog Post Time!!!! Guess whose had House M.D. thrown into their enclosure and wants to make another hospital au for one piece (this time with comfort to join the hurt!)??? Hehehehehehehehe

So, all the strawhats are/were doctors Except Luffy, Luffy just works at the daycare next door that gets a lot of traffic from the hospital. He also takes the kiddies on trips to the hospital Often so he can visit his friends and because he doesn't think kids should think hospitals are scary, even if their parents may be in said hospital

Zoro's a surgeon, precise work, not a neurosurgeon but he gets the job done. He also helps with rehabilitation because he's not allowed to use the hospital gym otherwise and he's banned from every public gym in a 500km radius (and kicked out of three apartments for banging on the floor too much when he lifts).

Nami's a neurologist, very precise stuff, she's always looking to scam some money out of her friends, will sometimes pickpocket, she got in a lot of debt getting through school and since the debt is in Arlong's name he's chomping at the bit

Usopp's a nurse taking nightschool trying to be a general practitioner, he's also the guy you go to when a piece of equipment is acting up (only small stuff, though, bigger stuff and you go to Franky). Might get a pharmacological degree in the future

Sanji's an orthopedic and cardiovascular specialist, he can do very fine surgery but he can never make a call for amputation, that's usually when Zoro steps in. Really good with children, he could be a pediatrician and might become one in the future

Chopper's an internist, he's also lying about his age. He's got all the education he needs, he flew through school, but he insists he's 25 (or 26, or 24, depending on who you ask) and won't admit how old he actually is to anyone. Kureha has a good idea but not even she knows his age exactly

Robin's an oncologist. She's very good at what she does, every part of it.

Franky's the hospital mechanic, shit breaks, he fixes it, he's also the x-ray tech. Technically he's a contractor and doesn't have to go to the hospital unless he's called in, but he loves hanging out with his wife, Robin.

Brook is a retired otolaryngologist that will still come in to help if they have a tricky case, a lot of people think he's a begger because he spends a lot of his free time playing violin outside the hospital.

Jimbe's a physiotherapist and a regular therapist, Brook is one of his patients so he spends a long time feeling very guilty for having caught feelings. Everyone at the hospital loves Jimbe, he's everyone's favorite

[bokettochild]

Opera house AU

What if Lullaby is part Sheikah, and she's same generation as Dorian, Steen, Cado and the older ones in BOTW (her cousins)? Thus Paya, Koko and Cottla are her nieces?

They come visit her every now and then, Wind and Aryll love playing with Dorian's kids. And for Lullaby's "going home for the holidays" its always to Kakariko. She took Legend along once?

I'll buy that!

Lullaby's father was half Sheikah, so she's a quarter, enough that it isn't easily apparent, but also enough that she got some less noticeable traits, and is close enough to not be considered an outside to their culture.

Sheikah culture is very close knit, so the actual "family relations" aren't a consideration unless you're looking for a life partner (no one wants to marry their first cousin or something). All adults are uncle/auntie as far as the kids are concerned, unless they're elders, in which case they're grandfather/grandmother.

Dorian, Steen and Cado are actually a few years younger than Lullaby; she's in her late 40's/early 50's, they're all late 30's early 40's. The fact that she's blonde (going grey) and they're white haired though, makes the age difference harder to notice for some.

Lullaby was the only child of her age group in the Ceow City Seikah community. Because OoT Sheikah had mostly died out by Time's era, I'm going to say there was something up in this AU too, although it was more a lack of people having kids than a tragedy of any kind.

Dorian, Cado, and Steen see Lullaby as an elder sister/cousin of sorts, and really look up to her, but she also turns to them for advice on certain things (mostly handling kids and passing on their culture). They also love to tease her about her "sheikah-sona", and she hates (loves) them for it.

Technically speaking, Legend's not Sheikah, as far as anyone knows, but Lullaby totally takes him back to Kakariko with her anyways, and he's someone they've gotten used to, and even welcome nowadays! They are still very private people, and while kids aren't dangerous, they do tend to be bad at keeping things to themselves, so they were wary of him.

At this rate I feel the need to say that if there's an Opera House worker who knew kid Legend, they took him to meet the family at one point in time. He's the baby of the whole place; they're all a family at the opera. He has met everyone except Warriors/Wind's family, (because Wars is a nervous wreck). Although he did run into Granny once while traveling.

As for the kids. Dorian comes up Crown City ways sometimes on business and brings them with. Lullaby, as a good auntie, lets him leave them with her at the opera and Wind loves entertaining them. If Aryll comes there after school, she and Koko tend to hang out, They are close in age and good friends by now. They're actually pen pals! since Kakariko is a fair distance away so casual visiting is hard. That said, while Dorian and Warriors are both very wary men, they are at a point where they're comfortable arranging playdates by now. They also get along okay! There's some age difference there, but it helps to be ale to chat with other single parent/guardians.

[mychemicalimagines]

Black Flame Candle-Max Dennison-Chapter 1

Summary: Max Dennison is the new kid in Salem, Massachusetts. On Halloween, his life takes a dramatic turn when his parents force him to take his little sister, Dani, trick-or-treating. He, his crush, Casey Blackstone, and his sister are in for a ride when Max lights the Black Flame Candle.

Series Warnings: Slight Language, Fluff, Flirting, Angst, Supernatural, Paranormal, Canon Deaths, Bullying. This series is a little more adult than the Disney movie.

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Third Person POV

‘It’s all just a bunch of Hocus Pocus.’

Salem, Massachusetts has always been known for its witchcraft allegations as well as for how they handled each case, calling them the Salem Witch Trials. Three centuries ago, hundreds of people were accused, but only a mere thirty were found guilty. Nineteen were hanged due to the false accusations placed upon them, while others died in jail or were pressed to death.  

Thackery Binx found his sister being whisked away by three actual witches, The Sanderson sisters, who needed her for a spell to stay young and beautiful. The same night his sister had passed away, and his disappearance, the three witches were hanged for their witchcraft, but vowed they’d be back. 

Now every Halloween, the entire town goes all out for the festivities. Casey Blackstone has lived in Salem all her life and loves the holiday. It’s the one time of year she can eat as much candy as she wants and no one will bat an eye, well except for her dentist father. She also loves wearing costumes, being someone else besides herself for a night.

Since her family, as well as her friend Allison’s, thinks they are too old to be trick or treating, they are forced to give out candy this year while Allison’s family has a party. Her parents wanted to go to the party at Town Hall but they got sick so they’re staying home. Her costume is already at the Watt’s house, waiting to be put on later that night. 

Sighing to herself as she fixes her hair in the mirror, Casey turns to her black cat that is sitting on her bed watching her.

Due to the holiday and the history they are taught every year, she felt there was only one name fitting for a black cat such as the one she found almost eleven years ago.

“What do you think of today’s outfit, Binx?” She throws her hands out, showing off her purple low-cut shirt as well as her slightly ripped jeans.

Binx meows his response before stepping toward her to rub his face against her hip, causing his collar to clink against the bell she forces him to wear. 

“I like it too.” She smiles and pets his head as she kneels down next to her bed. “Alright, I got to go to school. Remember, don’t bring mice into the house. If you’re going to bring female cats home, make sure it’s not in my room. I’ll see you tomorrow. You’re my best friend and I love you.”

She kisses the top of his head before picking up her bookbag and walking out of the room, not noticing him climbing out of her window as soon as she closes her door a smidge. She wasn’t lying. Her cat was her best friend and she makes sure to tell him everyday, despite him probably not knowing what the hell she’s saying. 

She had found him in her backyard one day, eating a mouse with no collar. It was clear that he belonged to no one, that he was on his own. She knew she had to take him in, after asking her parents of course. Ever since, she’s been feeding him, playing with him and letting him sleep on her bed, cuddled up next to her. 

She even lets him roam free, knowing he’ll come right back home. He’s literally her best friend and she wouldn’t trade him for the world, even if he leaves her surprises on the back porch. After slipping on her shoes and red jacket, she walks out the front door, ready to take on the day.

Max Dennison has only been in town for about a week and a half and he already hates it. He misses the sunny days of California. He misses his friends. Hell, he misses his old house. To him, Salem, Massachusetts is a horrible place to live. It’s gloomy, rainy and far too obsessed with this witchy, Halloween stuff.

It was never his favorite holiday to begin with so moving to a town that is all for it irritates him. He can’t wait to move once he turns eighteen next year. The only thing good about this town is this one girl. On Max’s first day of school earlier this week, he caught sight of a beautiful girl. Blonde hair. These crystal blue eyes that remind him of the ocean back home. 

He’s never even spoken a word to her and he’s already hooked. He rubs his eyes as he walks to his final class of the day. History. The third class he has with the girl he has his eyes on. Seeing her will make this boring class worth it. He sits down in his assigned seat and pulls out his notebook, unsure of what they will be learning today. 

As he opens his notebook, he glances up at a soft giggle that enters his ears. There she is. The purple shirt she’s wearing really brings out her eyes, and he’s really trying hard not to look down a smidge. As she walks by him, he quickly looks down at his notebook, not wanting to be caught watching her.

 Since she sits in the row next to him, but one seat behind, he can easily get caught by the teacher, or hell, another student! Maybe today, he’ll finally talk to her…yeah, probably not going to happen. As class starts, their teacher, Miss Olin who is dressed as a witch, begins telling the legend of the Sanderson Sisters. 

The very legend that Casey got her cat's name from. Even though she knows every bit of the legend, she’s listening closely, hoping to hear something different but she never does. Max, however, is doodling in his notebook, not believing one ounce of the story. 

“Poor Thackery Binx. Neither his father, his mother, nor anyone else ever knew what became of him…those 300 years ago.” Miss Olin says, walking up an aisle before stopping in front of the classroom. “And so the Sanderson Sisters were hanged by the Salem townsfolk. Now, there are those who say that on Halloween night…a black cat still guards the old Sanderson house, warning off any who might make the witches…come back to life!”

She then throws a black ribbon attached to her hand at a girl’s face causing the teenage girl to scream in fright. The rest of the students in the room, besides Max, laugh at her scream. Max shakes his head in disbelief as he doodles.

“Give me a break.” He mumbles, moving his pen along the letters he drew.

“Aha, we seem to have a skeptic in our midst.” Miss Olin raises an eyebrow as she steps toward his desk. “Mr. Dennison, would you care to share your California, laid-back, tie-dyed point of view?”

The room erupted into laughter again at her sarcasm. He looks up at her after glancing around the room and smirks, gaining some courage. 

“Okay. Granted that, uh, you guys here in Salem are all into these, uh, black cats and witches and stuff…”

Miss Olin cuts him off with a scoff while the rest of the room let him know that his words were unneeded by their tones of displeasure. 

“Stuff?”

“Fine. But everyone here knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It’s a conspiracy.” He finishes, smirking at his teacher. 

 A voice speaks up, capturing Max’s attention. He turns toward the voice and his cheeks redden a bit at who is talking. It’s her…

“It just so happens that Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallows Eve. It’s the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth.” She explains, giving the teenager her own smirk. 

The class breaks out into cheers and claps at her comment, happy to prove the new kid wrong with his non-beliefs and crappy theories. He turns back to his notebook and flips to a new paper, quickly jotting something down, a small smile on his face as he keeps his courage. 

“Well said, Casey.” Miss Olin says, smiling widely at her, clapping herself.

She grins to herself and high fives Allison who is sitting right behind the non-believer. Max stands up from his chair as his classmates talk around him. He takes a few steps toward her desk, capturing her attention. 

“Well, in case Jimi Hendrix shows up tonight, here’s my number.” He says, holding out the piece of paper.

She raises an eyebrow, ignoring her classmates groans, and takes the single sheet before opening it up. ‘Max Dennison 555-9142’ it reads. The bell rings and Casey stands up from her chair, giving the boy a small smirk as she puts the number in her pocket. He smiles at her actions before watching her walk away.

“Max.” A boy that sat behind her captures his attention. “Fat chance.”

The new kid just rolls his eyes and gathers his stuff up, ready to go home. Casey quickly stops at her locker, making sure to grab her jacket while sticking all her books in the metal container. Since Halloween is such a big holiday in Salem, the school doesn’t give out homework if it lands on a weekend such as today. 

As she puts her notebook away, she notices a pen sitting on the top shelf. Smirking to herself, she pulls out Max’s number and rips the paper, jotting something down on one half. Shoving one piece into her jeans pocket and the other, along with the pen, into her jacket pocket, she hangs her bookbag on the hook and closes the door. 

Casey then jogs out to the front doors, meeting up with Allison as she glances around the parking lot. 

“So did he really give you his number?” Allison asks, fixing her bag that rests on her shoulder as they walk down the sidewalk. 

“He did.” She nods, smiling softly to herself as she plays with the paper in her jacket pocket.

“And are you going to call him?” Her friend raises an eyebrow.

“If I do, it won't be till…”

“Casey!” 

The blonde turns around and sees the new kid on his bike, riding toward her. She looks at her best friend and gestures down the road.

“I’ll catch up.”

Allison raises an eyebrow at the brunette haired boy before nodding at her friend. Casey turns back around and watches as Max stops his bike beside her, panting very softly as he straddles his seat. 

“Hi.” She says, smiling slightly at him. 

“Hi. Look, uhh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in class.” He says, regretting his actions. 

He thought about it on his way to his bike. He shouldn’t have done that. What if she hates him now? What if she never wants to see him again? He practically humiliated her in front of their entire class. 

“You didn’t.” She shrugs, not caring one bit about the awkward exchange that happened. 

If anything, she’s the one that embarrassed him in front of the entire class by proving him wrong. He pauses for a moment, unsure of what to say so he lets go of his handlebars and holds his hand out to her. 

“My name is Max Dennison.” He says, despite having practically told her through his note.

“Yeah, I know.” She says, shaking his hand. “You just moved here, huh?”

“Yeah, last week.” He says, not wanting to think about how soft her hands were compared to his. 

“Must be a big change for you.” She says, letting go of his hand to put her own back into her jacket pocket. 

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” He says, scoffing slightly, gripping his handlebars again.

“You don’t like it here?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, the leaves are great…” He says, gesturing around them. “But - I - I don’t know. Just all this Halloween shit.”

“You don’t believe in it?” She asks, pushing her hip out slightly as she rests most of her body weight on one leg, not caring about his language.

“What? Do you mean, like The Sanderson Sisters?” He shakes his head with a light chuckle escaping his lips. “No way.”

“Not even on Halloween?” She asks, biting her lip softly, trying to hide her amusement.

“Especially not on Halloween.” He says, putting emphasis on the beginning of his sentence with a smile.

Casey licks the inside of her cheek before reaching into her pocket. Holding up two fingers with a piece of paper sitting between them, she gently pulls Max’s left hand off his handlebars. He opens his hand, watching her movements, praying that his cheeks aren’t turning red at her actions. She presses the piece of paper into his hand, smiling as she looks up at him as she closes his hand around it. 

“Trick or treat.”

Letting his hand go, she turns around and starts walking toward where Allison is waiting, talking to another friend of theirs. Max’s eyes watch her before looking down at the folded paper. His heart is pounding in his chest as he moves to open the paper.

“Max!” He hears her call out for him, causing his head to snap up. “Call me Cas.”

Not knowing what to say, he nods at her words, watching her walk away again. This time, she turns around and puts up her red hood, making it look like she was wearing a witch’s pointed hat. He bites his lip and looks back down at the piece of paper. Swallowing the small amount of spit in his mouth, he unfolds the paper. 

The first thing that caught his eye was that the top half was ripped off, meaning…she kept his number! He smiles softly before looking at the words written. ‘Casey Blackstone. 555-????. No tricks, Max. Earn your treat.’ with a smiley face. The smile drops from his face for a moment before it shows up again. 

She didn’t give him her full number, but by the way she wrote this note, she might plan on giving it to him later! Hell, if she did keep his number, is she going to call him later? He looks back up toward the direction his blonde crush was walking to see her in the distance, walking with her friend. He bites the inside of his lip before putting the note into his pocket.

“What was that about?” Allison asks, glancing over her shoulder to see Max pedaling away on his bike.

“Oh, nothing.” Casey grins as she walks. “Just apologizing for embarrassing me in class.”

“Oh!” She nods before squealing softly. “Anyway! My mom said your costume will go great with ours.”

“Do I really have to be a peasant while your whole family, as well as their friends, are wearing  Masquerade outfits?” She groans slightly.

“She said there were only two dresses so she had to get you something else.” Allison says, shrugging.

“I knew I should have gotten the bunny costume when I had the chance.” Casey mumbles, walking down the road.

Max is ready to go back home to California. Today has been one of the worst days of his entire life. First, he embarrasses his crush in class. She said he didn’t, but he knows he did. Then he was stopped at the graveyard by two wanna-be rapper bullies, Jay and Ernie. Sorry, Ice - not Ernie. Lastly, they took his brand new shoes! 

His shoes! What jerks take someone else’s shoes? He had to pedal all the way back home in just his socks. It was so humiliating. He parks his bike next to the house and practically stomps up the stairs to the back door. Slamming the screen door open, he opens the wooden door that leads to the kitchen to see his mom and dad putting away items from their move. 

“Hey, Max!” His mom says, smiling at him. “Hey, how was school?”

“It fucking sucked.” He says, leaving the door open as he makes his way through the room. 

“Hey, hey, hey, watch your language.” His dad says, standing up from the floor.

He ignores him and starts walking up the stairs that lead to the bedrooms. 

“I can’t believe you made me move here!” He calls down before walking to his door. 

He slams his head against the wood, next to his name plate that he put there, causing his hat to bunch up. He sighs and smacks the door with the side of his fist. Taking a second to himself, he opens the door and throws his book bag onto the floor near to his drum set. He rips his hat off his head and throws it against the stairs in his room that leads to the window seat above. 

He shakes off his jacket as he walks and tosses it to the ground behind him. Trying to calm himself down, he sighs deeply as he looks out the window before glancing down at the fish tank he has beside his bed. He picks up their container of food.

“Hey, guys.” He says, leaning down to sprinkle some into the water. 

He puts the flakes down before sitting on his bed, laying back into the pillows. There was one good thing about today, though. She talked to him! He rolls away from his fish tank and grabs one of his extra pillows, cuddling it to his chest. He grins to himself as he thinks about her. Her voice. Her hair. Her smile…

“Oh, Cas.” He mumbles, smiling as he closes his eyes, imaging her right beside him. “You’re so soft. I just wanna hug…”

His closet doors slam open as a child's voice is heard.

“Boo!”

He jumps slightly, looking over his shoulder as he lets his pillow go. 

“Dani!” He snaps at his little sister who was hiding in his room. 

She laughs and squeals in victory as she claps, knowing she scared him. She runs toward him, still laughing and jumps over him to lay down. He sits up, raising an eyebrow at her as all his anger from the day comes back. 

“I scared you, I scared you!” She leans up so she’s close to his face. “Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha!”

He shakes his head but before he can speak, she lays back and throws her arms out, a smile still on her face.

“I’m Cas! Cas! Kiss me, I’m Cas!”

Embarrassed that his sister caught him daydreaming about his crush, he stands up and looks at her. 

“Mom and dad told you to stay out of my room!”

“Don’t be such a crab.” She says, standing up on his mattress before jumping up and down. “Guess what. You’re taking me trick-or-treating.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Not this year, Dani.”

“Mom said you have to.” Dani says, jumping off his bed, landing on her feet beside him. 

“Well, she can take you.” He says, turning to walk away. 

She grabs him by his sleeve and pulls him back.

“She and dad are going to a party at Town Hall.”

“Well, you’re eight! Go by yourself.” He says, pulling his shirt from her hand and walking to his drum set. 

He sits down as he grabs his sticks and immediately begins to play a beat, ignoring his sister as he closes his eyes. She sighs with a determined look on her face and walks over to him. 

“No way! This is my first time! I’ll get lost! Besides, it’s a full moon outside! The weirdos are out!” Noticing he isn’t backing down, Dani walks around the drum set to wrap her arms around her older brother’s shoulders forcing him to stop playing. “Come on, Max. Couldn’t you forget about being a cool teenager just for one night? Please…Come on. We used to have so much fun together trick-or-treating. Remember? It’ll be like old times.”

He shrugs her off and shakes his head. If he was going to willingly take her, that just ruined her chances.

“No. The old days are dead.” He says, beginning to play the same beat again. 

Dani puts her hands on her hips and glares at him. 

“It doesn’t matter what you say. You’re taking me!”

He instantly stops and looks at her, the same glare on his own face. 

“Wanna bet?”

He drops his sticks onto the Floor Tom drum and jumps up from his seat. He runs up the small flight of stairs, skipping a few steps and sits at the top, near the window seat, crossing his arms on his knees. His little sister stomps toward the stairs before putting her hands on her hips again. 

“MOM!!!!” She screams loudly.

[soapppp]

CW: mention of assault and heavy abuse.

Except he can’t. She trusted him because he had no face to her, because he asked before grabbing her hand and spoke to her like a person and not some dog or robot. She was scared until he showed her the dead bodies he had already created. He gives in after two days and looks her up only to find that the hospital hadn’t found a name or anything, just calling her Jane Doe. She’s also been heavily sedated after lashing out at every male nurse and doctor who came her way, even some of the women. He doesn’t remember driving to the hospital or putting on a black surgical mask and sunnies, but he does remember a nurse telling him not to enter room 249. He told her he had saved her and wanted to see for himself she was okay. She didn’t believe him which strangely comforted him, making him wait for security to be there in case she reacted badly to him so he could be arrested.

As soon as she sees him she’s jumping out of bed, ripping out several tubes as she goes, and jumping into his arms. He shushes her as best he can, awkward as he holds her steady and sets her back in her bed. The nurse puts the IV back in and the security personnel leave, allowing him to get a rundown on her condition. Her left leg will never be able to fold all the way and her right shoulder is permanently disfigured like her right hand. She sobs to him, telling him she’s scared and that the men were stabbing her and making her go to sleep. He holds her hand as they knock her out for surgery and promises to be there when she wakes.

Ghost makes sure to get the details on what she’ll need as her stomachs heals and then promptly walks her out of the hospital in a wheelchair and goes to one of his safe houses in Exeter. He calls Price and says he’s taking some time off and hangs up when the other asks how long. Him and the girl become odd friends. He teaches her to read, she teaches him to sew, he teaches her to fight, she teaches him to waltz to jazz music. He lets her play music all day despite wanting silence, let’s her try cook a number of different foods and eats it no matter how toxic it may look, he sits by her bed and holds her hand as she comes back from nightmares, he does it all. He feels like he’s doing a performance of a parent but only with the protectiveness and teaching, some care but no true paternal love.

He gives her a name other than Jane, choosing Aliana as it means a second chance. She sobs for hours and doesn’t let go of his hand the entire day.

It’s after four months of raising her to be a human, a true young girl who can make mistakes and doesn’t need to get on her knees for forgiveness, that his team shows up at his house. He knew they had already checked four of them, saw them on the cameras and warned his wayward child they would show up at some point. She makes brownies and cupcakes, scones and cookies for their arrival and puts on a floor length yellow dress with big puffy sleeves they got at a thrift shop as well as a dozen other (frankly quiet ugly) dresses that she wanted.

His team assumes he had a secret daughter to which he says nothing and let Aliana play out her tea party even with her tense shoulders and nervous eyes. She leans against him for comfort and reassurance every now and again and he can’t help the pride and slight pain that bubbles in his chest when she does.

Ghost never wanted kids, never wanted to be his father, but broken people find homes in broken souls.