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arachnoia · 11 months

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formula 1 | [1] | across the spiderverse

in which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.

love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you a/n- HI! So basically this is a repost but I wanted to updated it with more ! i really want to make this into a series and am very hyped about it ! i thought that it was too short last time!

(will include Spanish that is not translated! ty!)

1998 | New York City.

Your eyes flickered as you were met with the smell of your Tia’s cooking.

Empanadillas. Your favorite.

Your back hurt from lugging some of your uncle’s car parts yesterday. You barely got home at 3 for helping your uncle Aaron with some client that needed an oil change.

You got up and stretched as you went to brush your teeth and wash your face. You felt tired as fuck.

You made your way to the kitchen where you saw your Tia Rio running around the kitchen, trying to make sure things aren’t burnt.

“Hey, Tia! Are those empanadillas I smell-“

“Ay, bendito! Get up, Y/N! Wake your brother up!” She pushed you towards the hallway and went back to flipping tortillas.

You groaned and went to Miles’ room before you knocked it down and hit him with a throw pillow on his chair, “DESPIERTA, ‘MANO!”

Miles pushed you and covered his face with his pillow, “2 more minutes, please!”

“Nope! Tia wants you up already. And yes, Unc already left in case you want to ask.”

As you left, you heard Miles mutter a little ‘yes’.

You went back to your room and dressed for the weather; a cropped white cami, black cargo pants, and some Jordans.

Summer vacation barely started and you felt exhausted.

You had a part-time at your uncle’s mechanic shop where you help with cars. And right now, thanks to Tia Rio, you had somewhere to stay. Miles wasn’t actually your brother but you just called him that.

You wanted well for Miles. You practically considered him a brother and never would want him in stupid shit that would involve him doing something detrimental to himself.

You worried a bit when he started to come back late home and you had to cover for him. You thought he just went out with Ganke, his friend from school. But you weren’t always sure sometimes because he would come home with some scratches or would be hurt. You tried asking but always got hit with “Oh it was Ganke’s cat” or “Nah I just fell on the way home. I was studying” so you quit it.

But as long he’s okay, you’re okay.

You stayed with Rio since your parents lived back in Chicago and you went to school in New York.

All you had now were Tia Rio, Uncle Jeff, Uncle Aaron, and Miles. But that didn’t matter. You were happy.

You got 2 empanadillas before you took a scoop of rice and swiftly left the kitchen, “Ya me voy, Tia!”

You took your skateboard, and your canvas bag, and went to Aaron’s since he needed your assistance again for work on the AC.

Skateboarding while occasionally glancing at graffiti or some posters was your favorite thing to do and listening to your current favorite cassette on your Walkman (currently 'Fantasy' by Mariah Carey).

You felt old since you've had it for a good few years.

Your major was currently in business in case you wanted to start up something in the future

“What’s up, Unc!” You dabbed up your uncle as he laughed. “What’s good, man? We’re gonna have to work on this AC. They want it done by 4. Think you-“

“Yes, I got it.”

You cracked your knuckles as you got to work, picking up the roof of the car and working on the AC.

It didn’t take long to finish. You did auto shop in high school and it was easy to fix. You also added a new air freshener because you felt nice today.

After working on a few other cars and their issues, you noticed it was getting dark out and felt tired.

“Imma clock out. Bye, Unc!” You said your goodbyes and took your skateboard to go back to Rio’s.

Until you saw Miles, walking around the street.

“Hey, what’s up”

You stopped before you saw Miles looking around the street and sneakily going to an alley.

This part of New York ain’t pretty and you were not pleased to see your 17-year-old cousin sneaking around. It was 7 p.m too which was even more strange since Miles' studying ended at 3.

You dropped your skateboard and started following Miles. You didn’t care, you had 4 other skateboards and it was old anyway.

You couldn’t believe this! Was he doing drugs?

It wasn’t until Miles took a turn to an abandoned warehouse, near a bodega you used to go with him.

“Just what the hell are you doing Miles..?”

You slid through the fence opening and hid behind a blue barrel, just watching.

Miles then went into the warehouse and a few minutes later, he popped out with a car.

Since when did Miles have a car?! A Ford Mustang Fastback to be exact.

It looked like the same one Aaron had but never used. Your Uncle Aaron has a collection of cars and never paid attention, but you did.

You knew Miles could drive because you taught him how to back in Chicago when he came to visit.

He came out of the car and went inside the warehouse where you followed him again.

Right when he was going to enter, you had enough, “OYE MILES!”

Miles froze and turned around facing you. He looked like he saw a ghost.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Your face shifted to a confused face. Miles always has called you by your nickname, never by Y/N.

“Miles what’s going on?”

“Noth-“

Your voice turned stern as you grabbed his shoulder to look you in the eye, “Miles, what the fuck is going on?!”

“Y/N…”

“Answer me, Miles.”

“Y/N!”

“JUST ANSWER ME!”

“I-I don’t think you should be here…”

Your eyebrow raised at your cousin’s words.

“Says who?”

Miles' face shifted from distraught to scared.

You felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you, sending shivers down your spine as you felt claw-like nails scratch the material of your shirt as the man tapped you. His voice only sent more shivers.

“Says me.”

The man had a black wifebeater, dark blue jeans, a gold chain, and a noticeable spiderweb tattoo on his bicep.

Miles looked at him and gave him a scared look.

“Oh shit.”

The voice’s owner looked serious.

If he didn’t look like he’d shoot you, you would totally ask him out for some drinks at a bar but considering your circumstances right now, it was the last thing on your mind.

Your heart raced as he looked at you, his red eyes piercing into yours before shifting his gaze to Miles.

“Mira, Morales. What did I say about bringing girls here?”

Miles’ eyes widened as you pursed your lips, “Did he just say, girls? As in plural? Miles, I swear to god I’m gonna beat your ass and all of these bitches-”

“Yo sis-” Miles kept shaking his head frantically as if he was petrified, which he looked like he was.

“How could ya keep this from me? I taught you how to drive, how to”

The man then looked at you and raised his eyebrow, “Look. You either shut your pretty little mouth or we get into problems, and I won’t hesitate to involve your hermanito either.”

He held your chin to face him up even more until you saw a tattooed arm with a punk spiked bracelet. You looked over to the man and he winked at you before having a staring contest with the other man holding you.

“Hands off the girl, mate. If she taught Miles how to drive, then maybe we could use her to some advantage…”

The man with the bracelet gripped at the other’s hand until he finally let go of your chin.

Bracelet guy peered at you and smiled again, “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself! The name’s S-Punk, but you can just call me Hobie and this scary grump is Miguel.”

You slightly smiled at him due to his cute British accent in which he returned the smile.

Miguel glared at the sight and scoffed, “How in puta madre is this little girl going to help us? Prolly doesn’t even know what horsepower is-”

You glared at him and scoffed, “This little girl has worked with over 500 cars in her 23 years of living so don’t think for a fucking second that I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to face you and felt his minty breath against your lips. His nonchalant face slightly shifted with him pursing his lips at how close you two were.

“Come and try me, little boy.”

Miles stared at the sight in shock and grabbed you by the arm, “Yo I needa talk with her. I’ll meet back with y’all soon.”

You looked back to Hobie chuckling while covering his mouth and Miguel rolling his eyes, regaining his calm composure. You heard Hobie talk but didn’t know if you heard Hobie correctly: “She sure had an effect on you, mate.”

What the hell?

Miles fastened his pace and led you to the side of the warehouse where he then put his hands on his face and yelled.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

You put your hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow, “Oh I know you did not just talk to me like that?”

Miles looked at you annoyed, “That guy you were just talking to? Miguel? He’s so- UGH! You should’ve just shut up!”

“What the fuck do you mean he’s so?”

His face grew concerned.

Miles began pacing back and forth and held his head down before he looked up and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Y/N, look. He’s dangerous and I don’t want you-"

“MILES! IF YOU KNEW HE WAS DANGEROUS THEN WHY DID YOU" You took a deep breath and calmed down to hopefully get a reasonable answer, “Okay, why is he so dangerous?”

Miles looked shocked from your change in demeanor and took a deep breath, “Sis, don’t get mad, okay?”

You looked at him and glared, “Why would I?”

Miles sighed and held you by your shoulders tightly, “Miguel is a leader of a racing gang…he’s dangerous because he’s one of New York’s fastest racers. And one of the most lethal…”

Your blank expression became even more evident and you froze, “So Miles…you’re in a racing gang?”

Miles gulped and sighed again, “Yes…BUT IT'S FOR THE MONEY. Mira sis, imagine all the shit we could do with that money if I win a race? You can be a mechanic-“

You held your finger against his lips to shush him, “Don’t bring my ambition into some bullshit. Miles, how could you? What if you get killed? You just said Miguel-“

“Miguel can help me. Look, you taught me how to drive and you met Hobie, he considers me a good driver!”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, “Then where the hell is the money?”

Miles flashed a sheepish grin and pointed down to his feet.

He happened to get some new Jordan 13s.

“So what happened to the whole ‘Oh sis! I’ll pay for your dreams!’ when you just-“

You gripped your temple and sighed.

“Hey, I gotta look fresh for the ladies! But some of these races can bet up to 10 grand…”

Miles stopped as he looked beside your shoulder to find Hobie, leaning against the wall and smoking some blunt, “Yo Morales, Miguel wants to see you.”

Miles nodded and left you frozen before Hobie spoke again, pointing at you with his blunt.

“Bring her too.”

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, “Why does Miguel want to see Y/N?”

Hobie smiled as he blew smoke from his blunt, “Oh so that’s the girl’s name? Y/N…it’s pretty.”

Your face shifted to an awkward look as you and Miles gave each other a confused look.

“Hey, Hobie? Hello?”

Miles said, trying to wave his hand in front of Hobie’s face but he kept gazing at you with a mischievous smile.

“Just so you know babe, I’m 20. So if you’re feeling lonely one day and you wanna fu- I mean, hang out.”

“Stop hitting on my cousin. It’s embarrassing to see and it’s gross cuz she’s MY COUSIN.” Miles rolled his eyes and started walking,

He took a hit of his blunt and blew the smoke into Miles’ face, “Why don’t ‘cha shut up, can ya? I don’t know but he said he wanted to see her too.”

Hobie puckered his lips and blew air kisses to you, making you smile sheepishly and laughed.

The three of you walked into the warehouse.

On the outside it looked like it was abandoned but on the inside was a whole other story. You’d expect some machinery for a factory or loads of crates.

You weren’t wrong as they weren’t for manufacturing, but car parts for different people in the gang.

“Welcome to the Arachnids’ hideout, sweetheart,” Hobie whispered. your ear being tickled by his breath against it.

“The Arachnids, huh? Cool name.”

The place was also splattered with spider graffiti. You looked beside Hobie who smiled at you before taking another hit of his blunt and throwing it on an ashtray placed on someone’s table full of mechanic tools.

Hobie was actually pretty attractive. He had multiple piercings, with snake bites, nose piercings, eyebrow, industrial, and several on his ear. He wore the same tattoo as Miguel along with others and wore a simple black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and an eye-catching vest with several pins and patterned patches.

“So you like The Cure?” You said, pointing at his pin.

“Yup, and you?”

You nodded, “I have ‘Disintegration’ on cassette. My favorite is ‘Pictures of You’.”

Hobie smiled, “Yeah that’s a good song-”

“Are you guys done?”

Miles raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. You weren’t paying attention to where you guys were going but noticed that you sure as hell wasn’t in the same bright place where the colors and cars resided. It was a dark hallway with you guys in front in.

Hobie knocked on the door and groaned, annoyed, “He’s here.”

“Come in.”

You saw Miguel counting some dollar bills as 2 girls were smoking some cigarettes and talking, a Bachata song playing in the background.

Hoja en Blanco? Rio liked to put on those songs while she cleaned.

Hobie smirked and laughed, “You look like a pimp, mate.”

Miguel looked up and glared at Hobie, “Porque no te callas?”

He glanced at you and raised his eyebrow, “Morales, what’s this girl’s name?”

Miles stiffened. You noticed that whenever Miguel talks to Miles, he just gets intimidated. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s my cousin…”

You raised your eyebrow and took a step forward, “Why the hell do you want me here?”

Miguel rested his head on his palm and chuckled, “You’re a mechanic, aren’t you?”

You felt intimidated by his tone and slight accent. The fact it looks like he’s judging you by just looking doesn’t help.

“Yes? Why does that matter?” You crossed your arms and felt a bit of false confidence, which made Miguel widen his eyes and smile a bit.

“Whatever they pay you, I can pay you triple that amount. We do need a new mechanic since Peter is on paternity leave.”

One of the girls smiled, “God I miss MJ…She truly lived up to her name.”

You frowned and tilted your head, “Hey, I didn’t say I was going to work for you-”

Miles grabbed your shoulder and gave you a cautious look.

Miguel stood up from his seat, slamming the stack of money on his desk, “Are you declining my offer, Y/L/N?”

You leaned closer towards him, “What if I am?”

Before Miguel could speak, Miles grabbed you by the arm and Hobie grabbed you by the other, “Hey man, I think we should speak with her before things get…hasty.”

Hobie nodded frantically and opened the door in order to go, holding you back from wanting to say more.

“We’ll see ya tomorrow, mate.”

Once the door was shut, Miguel looked at his side and sighed.

“Damn Miguel, she has the guts to talk to you like that,” Lyla laughed. Jess opened a bag of some Hot Cheetos and chuckled, “Yup. I’m surprised you haven’t pushed her against the wall and went crazy!”

Miguel rolled his eyes and glared at the two women who were currently laughing their asses off.

“She doesn’t realize that just made a huge mistake…”

…..

“You just love to test his ass, don’t you?” Hobie said, his expression reminiscent of Miles’ a few minutes ago before all of this. He opened his Coke and took a sip. He cringed from the sharp feeling of the fizzy feeling on his tongue.

The three of you dipped from the warehouse and were walking back from raiding a near-by bodega.

“Listen, as much as cool this whole Arachnids thing is, I don’t want to be involved in this shit. I’m not even that ‘good of a driver’ so y’know. Plus, why does Miguel want me to be a mechanic for you guys?”

Miles shrugged, “I mean, you told him you’ve worked with ‘more than 500 cars’ oooooh,” He said mockingly.

You rolled your eyes.

“I had to say something?”

“Maybe say something that doesn't make you sound like a conceited bitch-?”

“WHAT WAS THAT??”

Hobie laughed and titled his head back.

“I mean, Miles is a pretty good driver and you taught him. So maybe…or also plus maybe he wants to get with you? Shit, I would too.”

Miles cringed and glared at Hobie, “Man what the fuck?” earning another laugh from Hobie.

“Okay but man I don’t know…”

You felt horrible and hypocritical but the money sounded tempting.

You know. You yelled at Miles for this but you were a mechanic! You’d still work for Aaron as a day job but the money sounded tempting.

You could be able to buy your mom all the perfumes she wanted and fly your parents out to New York.

As you guys were walking, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder behind you.

Thinking it was Miguel, you slapped it and turned behind you, getting the attention of Miles and Hobie.

It was Aaron.

He gave you a concerned look and widened his eyes.

“Uh you good? You left your bag at the shop and I was gonna give it to you. You look like you saw a ghost, man.”

You sighed in relief and grabbed your bag, “Thanks, Unc. I was just thinking you were someone else. I’m sorry!”

“No you’re good. What the hell are you guys doing late at night? Miles, don’t you got summer studying in the morning? And who the hell is this?”

Aaron pointed at Hobie who nervously looked around and smiled.

“Oh! Uh-?” You looked at Miles to give and answer before you felt Hobie’s arm around your shoulder.

“What’s good? I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, Hobie. Nice to meet ‘cha,” he said, holding out his hand to a stunned Aaron.

“What’s up, man. I’m Y/N and Miles’ uncle,” Aaron said, shaking Hobie’s hand.

You stood there as shocked as Miles. He looked like he wanted to bang his head against the nearest brick wall to get himself out of this situation. His racing mentor with his literal cousin?

“Well, Imma go so it was nice seeing you guys. See ya tomorrow, Y/N. See ya, Miles!”

Aaron turned around and left back to his apartment, leaving you, Miles, and Hobie to figure out what just happened.

Hobie then felt his pager go off, “Bloody hell…”

He looked at it, read the message, and rolled his eyes as he showed you and Miles the green letters saying “Bring her tomorrow”.

Hobie looked at you and shrugged, “Guess he wants ya tomorrow,” earning a nod from you and an aggravated sigh.

Miles looked at you tensed, “Sis, are you sure-“

You tried to think about this and nodded. You could be able to protect Miles with this. You could watch over him and could be able to earn more money to support your family out of state.

“I’ll go tomorrow…I have to see what that bastard wants.”

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #hobie brown #miles morales #sol (not de janeiro)#miguel ohara x reader

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striderepiphany · 1 year

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My favorite reddie fics masterpost

I have an absolutely insane number of reddie fics saved in my bookmarks for how recently I joined this fandom so I decided to share my absolute favorites with you. Please give these authors some love and let me know which ones are you've read and enjoyed!

the year of the goat and your kid back by derryfacts2

1 chapter, 14,838 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: The day you get the most important email of your life, there’s a new black skidmark on the wall of the stairwell, and you know exactly whose fault it is. “Margaret,” you intone to the harried, wild-haired woman in the lobby. She sighs at you as she tries to jimmy her mail key loose. “I know.” It wouldn’t even be that bad if the kid would just skateboard outside. Or get good at skateboarding. Either of those things. Maggie’s a nice lady, though, and she’s had “trying my best” scribbled all over her since they moved into 6B maybe eight years ago. So you try not to be a dick, even if her son is a gold-standard pain in the ass. He’s good for three things: smells, noise, and reminding you how big Eddie must be by now.

The first It fic I read that made me go "holy shit, this is fantastic" and remains one of my all-timers (hence why its first in this list). Really fun and unique outsider POV from Eddie's estranged gay dad, and tells a very sweet story mostly through dialogue. Young adult Eddie and Richie are very cute.

i think the clock is slow by derryfacts2 (again)

3 chapters, 15,815 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: So there was that reason that work wasn’t boring, too. There was Richie’s soppy campaign of making cow eyes at the back of Eddie’s head as he passed, gently pressing Betty for details about his personal life (“I don’t think he has one. He had this awful fiancé a few years ago, but we’re all glad that’s over”), and chasing the incomparable high of a quiet, muttered “Thanks, Rich” whenever Richie picks something up for him from the copier.

Richie is a wannabe stand-up comic daylighting as the receptionist at Eddie's office. Eddie is a tightly-wound corporate asshole. They are both disasters. Or: five times Richie watched Eddie and one that Eddie watched him back.

I really enjoy workplace dramas and this one satisfied the itch so well. So many good scenes and dialogue, this author characterizes them in a way that really works for me. The perfect read-in-an-afternoon fic.

listen to my heart (can you hear it sing?) by vampirerising

12 chapters, 137,708 words, Major Character Death. Summary: "You need to wake up now,” Stan says softly. “This isn’t real.”

“I know, but I can’t,” Richie sobs. “I don’t want to be here.” Not again. Never again. It is dead, why is It still haunting him?

Stan fixes him with one of those looks of his, the one where he can see his every thought as if it were written on his face. “That’s not true, Trashmouth.”

Alternatively: We all know Richie gets caught in the Deadlights, but do we really know what happens after?

(Deadlights, timelines, Stan’s ghostly meddling—oh, my.)

This one is fucking weird in a way that I absolutely adore. Kind of like a sci-fi novel in that it requires you to pay attention to figure out what the fuck is going on but its so good and worth it. The MCD is Stan, not Eddie, and the last couple chapters are actually a very normal domestic Eddie lives AU. One of the first reddie artworks I made was fanart for a scene from this fic that I really enjoy.

a strange sense of familiarity by Katranga

21 chapters, 103,571 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: "So Eddie, what brings you to the bar tonight?" Richie asked. "Gonna rebound from the divorce? Pick up a hot young twenty-something to feel young again?” “Fuck you,” Eddie said, jutting his chin forward. “What a terrible way to ruin the mood.” “I’m sorry, all my moods are poorly cultivated. What mood were you looking for?” A nervous lump grew in Eddie's throat. He threw back his drink to get rid of it.

Hand wrapped around the glass he’d just slammed back onto the bar, he said, “The mood that gets me leaving with a schlubby forty-something.”

Pre-chapter two, Eddie and Richie meet and don't remember each other, but have an instant connection anyway...

This one is just... so fucking good. Decently long without ever feeling like it's dragging. Part 1 is them developing their totally-casual-I-swear relationship, which blows up right when Mike calls them back to Derry. Part 2 is them navigating both killing a nightmare clown demon and the awkwardness between them. Also everybody lives! So that's nice.

change partners by avacadomoon (with podfic available)

1 chapter, 30,453 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: "Rich," Eddie says heavily. Meaningfully, and Richie holds his breath, both afraid and hopeful that Eddie is about to say something really sappy, like I always knew and it didn't matter to me, or you know I support you no matter what. Eddie takes a deep breath before he speaks, and Richie closes his eyes, braced for it. "I didn't look at your dick pics."

"Well hey, Eds, thanks," Richie says, laughing incredulously. "Thanks for that."

I LOVE THIS ONE SOOO FUCKING MUCH. I urge you to consider this as a rec for this author as well, as they have a bunch of other reddie fics I think are fantastic. I have a weakness for any reddie fic that lets them be just a little mean to each other. As a treat. (Also the podfic is very well done, you should check that out too.)

check raise by avacodomoon

1 chapter, 15,061 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: "Eddie, not a fan of stand up comedy, not a fan of his beer," Rich says, leaning back on one elbow and squinting at him, like he's lining him up in a camera lens frame, "but what is he doing drinking alone?"

"I was alone, and now I'm not," Eddie says. "Some prick sat down next to me and started yapping."

"Ah, unpleasant to talk to," Rich concludes. "Explains a lot."

I know I meant the last rec as a blanket rec for all this author's works but I'm including this one specifically because it has a twist ending that is well-foreshadowed and it slapped my dick clean off.

Things that Happen after Eddie Lives by IfItHollers

11 chapters, 107,947 words, Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. Summary: In a world where Richie manages to save Eddie from It after the deadlights, they still have problems on their to-do list. Featuring everything from Derry to Los Angeles—Richie Tozier's murder trial, Eddie Kaspbrak's divorce proceedings, bedsharing of the platonic and non-platonic varieties, an investigation of magic, a truly disgusting séance, the quintessential morosexual road trip, and OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

Definitely NOT your average Eddie lives AU. Drama! Mild peril! Psychic abilities! The ghost of Stanley Uris collect calling from beyond the grave via Richie Tozier's vocal chords! Fun and freaky and weird. Three things that make any fic a Josh favorite.

I'm going to stop there because I'm sleepy but let me know if you want more! Like I said I've got like 70 of these lovingly tucked in my bookmarks and I'm happy to share with the class.

#reddie #fic recs #it sk #it 2019 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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olivia091108 · 7 months

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Drunken haze

Summary:you and Steve o on a night out

Word count: 1342

Pairing:Steve o x reader

The whole of the jackass crew was out celebrating the wrap of jackass the movie at a bar even tho we’re all so fucking tired. I wore a black mini skirt and a crop top which makes my boobs look tit-tastic and wearing some black boots suck look so sexy.

We all got here about 11:30 and got straight into shots before Chris dares me to do a suicide shot and he will buy me my next 5 drinks and that was a done deal even though it hurt like a Bitch all of them cheered me on though and I did try to convince Preston to do it with me but he pussied out

1:00am

Bams walked in carrying a skateboard he must’ve stolen from someone outside and I quickly grabbed my drink off the bar before bam skated across knocking loads of peoples drinks off.

I was dying of laughter clinging onto Ryan so I don’t fall when a biker started to chase bam around the bar cos he knocked his drink and wasn’t paying even though we all know bam has the money.

I don’t know what happened but bam walked back in through the front door and had a huge smile on his face he probably messed with the guy and did something horrible like usual.

1:30

The bar was still thriving which made it even harder for us to get served with the rest of the crowed shouting at the bar tenders to make their drinks. So we lifter wee man over and he grabbed a few bottles from behind the bar and passed them over quickly and we scurried to the back of the bar and I challenged Johnny to a bet

Who’ve can get darf out first chooses the losers punishment

“Dave come do shots!” I get Dave to do 4 shots with me bffs Knox drags him away and it goes back and forth and to be honest I thought darf would be here by now.

I head to the bathroom and as soon as I come out I see darf running about and sweating in peoples faces once he spots me he picks me up and drops me onto ehren and we just watch darf mess about.

“Darf I dare you to snort the salt”Steve o says already making a big line

This goes on for a good hour at least until he started to pick up the chairs and dash it across the bar probably hitting people and he had to be escorted out and Preston left with him saying that he needs to get up early. BORE

3:00

Let’s do some body shots bam shouts and they all get very excited to do it all hoping to do it with me.

Y/n since your the only lovely lady here were drawing tooth picks whoever gets shortest does it.

I slowly see each of their faces drop once they pick their stick until ryan happily shouts that he had the shortest.

Mom the table y/n Ryan tells me I can hear the excitement in his voice

Actually Dunn I was thinking that I do the body shot off you.

Alright but be warned I haven’t showed in a couple days.

I lick his neck and put some salt on put the lime in his mouth and then begin. I slowly lick off the salt making the group oooh and drink the shot no hands and take the kind out his mouth by kissing him a bit wich I hope he enjoyed.

The night carried on like this till 3:45 when everyone was getting tired and wanted to leave

Cmon guys one more hour

Nah it’s late I’m gonna pass out soon

I ahve press in the morning Jeff would kill me if I’m too hungover

Sorry y/n next time

With all of them leaving I knew who I could count on to stay. I grab Steve o’s hand and get on my knees and start begging him to stay

Steve o please you know how much fun we have don’t be boring just another hour.

“Yeah dude.” I jump up and fling myself onto him and he spins em round before we say bye and head back into the bar.

We drink a lot more and still ahve as much fun without them. With Steve o anything could be fun even doing bills he would do something to make me laugh.

5:00

We were the last two inside and they have been asking us to leave but we don’t want to just yet steve o even tried to but the bar so we could stay longer.

I climbed onto the bar and pretended to be a stripper on the counter but when the a manger came out and started to shout at us and call the police I grabbed some tequila and grabbed onto Steve o’s shoulder and he helped me jump down and we ran out of their even with my heals I could outrun him.

“Omg Steve I’m so hungry are you hungry?”

“I’m fucking starving”

“Let’s go and get a kebab”

5:30

We are walking down the street and both devouring the dinner kebab when Steve o makes me laugh so much and I put my hand out to grab onto the pole but miss it by a mile and I just feel my body collide with the floor.

It doesn’t even hurt i just start laughing and hear Steve o begin to aswell until he’s crouching holding his stomach. Once our laughter has died down i see that Steve o dropped the rest of the kebab and I roughly push him.

“M’ tired”

“Samesies my place isn’t far but help me take this stupid boots off please” I bat my eyes at him and he helps me take them off and we both start waking with my boots in my left hand and I try to dodge all the broken glass

It took us twice as long as it should’ve because we were winging to eatchother and he kept putting his whole body weight on me and I thought he fell asleep then and there.

We get to my apartment building and get into the elavator and one of the other men on my floor was in there he looks like he’s going to work. Steve o stands behind him and starts to copy him wich makes us both laugh before receiving a dirty look from him and the rest of the ride up we both laugh while shushing the other.

I fumble with the key and slip it into the lock and swing the door open “stevie cmon your gonna get cold” I grab his hand and pull him up from the floor which I’m sure he would’ve slept on

I keep ahold of his hand and keep a firm grip once his eyes latch onto the sofa and continue to pull him towards my room. We both flop down onto the top of the covers and I start trying to remove my uncomfortable party clothes. Once I slide off my skirt and top I’m left in just my thong and I move over to Steve o and help him get out of his clothes but he’s not moving so it’s a lot harder than I thought.

Stevie please just sit up for literally one second I’m tryna help. He does and I raise his arms and take off his shirt revealing his hot torso I then drag his jeans down leaving him in just his boxers.

“Thanks babe” I love when steve o calls me that even though he calls everyone that I feel special when he says it to me. I slide under the covers and steve o follows suite and he’s just as quick to push himself right up against me and wrap his arms round me and lay his head on my chest using my boobs as pillows and he starts to grope them whispering things to himself and soon we are both asleep when the sun starts to come up.

I love nights out with Steve o

Omg this is actually horrendous they barley even fancied eatchother and that maybe I’ll redo it or just fix it when I have the time

Speaking of I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a week I’ve had so much home work and I’ll try and post more often (I literally only have 19 followers don’t thing anyone noticed lol)

Requests always open 😁

-liv

#liv’s writing #jackass x reader #steve o #steve o x reader

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outrunningthedark · 1 year

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Just got an error message two times when trying to answer someone, so here you go, nonnie.

[Text version] Anonymous asked: This fandom and its “if you don’t like it don’t watch it propaganda” like they don’t consider that someone like me still bitch about this show cause I used to love it so much and it hurts me to see it ruined in this way and I still have hope that it can be saved. And its “ you don’t like this character/ writer cause she’s a female”, it’s not like that for example I adore Andrew, but I still have nightmares about whatever it was 6x08 "Don't like, don't watch" is good advice when you're addressing "fans" who can find NOTHING to be happy about, but tbh...it goes back to what myself and a few others have said re: fandom treating the show like a fanfic. "Don't like, don't read?" Perfectly reasonable. Fanfics cater to specific characters/pairings/tropes and we are able to filter search results to leave out things we aren't interested in. When it comes to watching tv, however...especially with a show like 9-1-1 or other crime/procedural dramas...there is bound to be at least ONE thing viewers latch onto and will make time (while switching channels during the original broadcast or fast-forwarding through the replay on a streaming service).

I find the bitchiness a little...two-faced, for lack of a better term, at least within the Buddie fandom. How are you (gen) gonna tell people everything is headed in a clear direction (and it's not just framed as speculation; when others question the thought process they're told they're just too stupid to understand the narrative - an actual thing that has been said, lol), but then get angry when those same folks (who you wanted to seem smarter than) point out inconsistencies or that things feel far from optimistic?

Is it because you don't want to be reminded of how wrong you were mere months ago? Or you don't want to think about the faith you may have (incorrectly) placed in this show to not be like the ones before it?

The "you don't like this character because she's female" argument is silly when the issue isn't that the woman in question is terrible, but that the show "cleaned her up" so she could portray a love interest (as if the audience was just supposed to forget what they'd seen and heard):

Shannon -> Eddie stuck up for her because he felt like it was his fault that she left (which she made him believe, but then when Eddie *is* present in Christopher's life and co-parenting with her...she's like "Still haven't figured out how to do this whole motherhood thing, sorry!" Having Eddie back helped, but he wasn't the problem. Shannon never made peace with being a mother relatively young (losing her freedom), nor did she make peace with the "added stress" that comes with raising a child that is physically disabled.

Ana -> Apparently never said an ableist thing in her life despite how her introductory episode made it VERY clear that her approach to the skateboarding incident was the wrong one. (And because I always think it's worth noting - Andrew Meyers spelled out that the episode would touch on a disability issue when he specifically put the term ABLE-BODIED in the opening scene: "Attention, citizens of the Internet. We are calling upon every able-bodied viewer for another adrenalized tour of duty for Shay's Army.")

Taylor -> Nobody acknowledges how she wanted to mess with Bobby for the sake of her career in season two. Buck is all-too-pleased to see her again. Zero hesitation. (He's the one person who knew the only reason that footage never made the air is because of her bosses.) Then there was her calling Buck out for not being a good friend...despite never having been a friend to him, either...and the tears for her tv audience...and telling other people's stories because she doesn't want to tell her own...meaning she's allowed to keep her private life private, but anyone else is fair game...one big "ick" all around.

Lucy doesn't apply to the above (unless you count editing her scenes to see how the audience would accept her in the aftermath of 5x11/5x13, I guess), but people are forgetting that many were actually ROOTING for her to be the new Lena (Buck's Version). Yes! Give Buck a female coworker who isn't a lesbian or much older than him and LET THEM BE FRIENDS! Especially when he already had a girlfriend!

If people want to make excuses for the cheating arc (that amounted to nothing in the end - so much for "narrative purpose") or want to swoon over pretty people making out, have at it. But the other side is entitled to reject a version of canon they never asked for. Fans complaining on their OWN BLOGS is not in the same stratosphere as anybody who had no shame in leaving negative insta comments directed at the actress involved.

Finally, as for not liking a writer 'cause she's a woman...Who hates Lyndsey? Or Taylor Wong? And I'm pretty sure we all thought highly of Kristen until Tim opened his mouth about 4x14 and we (then) saw what the show was turning into under her control. Ignorance truly was bliss.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley

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Thoughts on Adam x Cherry

So I watched Skate 8 Infinity recently and these two have given me a lot of food for thought. And I have seen zero meta on them so here we go a deep dive on Cherry X Adam as a whole.

Honestly having watched all 12 episodes of the show. I think if we’re talking healthy, recovery, realization Adam the best options for him would be either Cherry or Tadashi.

While Tadashi has his own issues and Adam x Tadashi is a very mixed bag for me. This isn’t about them so i’ll save my thoughts on them for another post because oh boy do I got thoughts.

So anyway Cherry had a huge crush on Adam you’d have to be blind not to see it. The way he silently looks at him tells so much. I also don’t think the feelings were one sided like a lot of others seem to think.

Adam catches Cherry in his arms at one point and that has been the romantic short hand visual in hetero media forever. Its basically the writers winking at the audience that they should start thinking of these two as a couple. That they have feelings for each other.

While its unclear if they actually did date since this a thinly veiled subtext show. Either Adam and Cherry had a full on closeted secret relationship or they just pinned for each other relentlessly.

Also Adam has issues but he did in fact cherish Joe and Cherry.

There’s a clear scene where Adam takes off his hood and when Cherry remarks on the dangers of this. Adam replies that its ok if Joe and Cherry see his face, implying their special.

There’s also some bitterness from Adam and one or two remarks in present day implying Adam felt abandoned by Joe and Cherry.

Adam also refused their beefs with him and while some may take his your boring comment as face value, I dont but we’ll come back to that.

The fallout from what i understand is Adams obsessive need to find his Eve. Adam got more intense and willing to hurt others and Cherry and Joe got cut out of his life for trying to make him see reason.

I think it was Joe at one point states Adam cut them out first.

Adam didn’t want to hear it and if Adam and Cherry were a couple. Adam’s need to find his Eve must of really stung. Its kind of ironic to me that certain fans see Kaoru as not a perfect skate board partner for Adam and that means their not meant to be in a relationship.

Adams whole issue is he is looking for someone who can be his everything but a rival in competition has an opposite set of requirements then what one looks for in a romantic relationship. Adams abusive family has blurred those lines in an unhealthy manner. Skating has become Adam’s whole life to the point Kaoru being unable to compete with him equals not meant to be.

Cherry is still clearly hung up on Adam in the present day and wants to pull him back from the brink. Viewing Adam’s rejection of their offers to beef as a sign Adam still cares.

Cherry’s whole thing with Carla and measuring each degree so he can go faster, even seems to scream look at me! I can go toe to toe with you! suggesting that Adam made Kaoru feel inferior because he wasn’t good enough for Adam. He wants to both help and show Adam he is worth it.

Which I agree with for all Adam’s talk of abuse is love. Adam can only up until the Cherry affair, hurt other skaters he competes with those he devalues and objectifies as his Eve. Adam doesn’t know crap about Reki, Miya and Langa or the other skaters he trashes.

He projects a false image onto them and forgets them when they fail to live up to this image of the perfect Eve. (something he clearly learned from the aunties!) Langa isn’t even special he’s part of an ongoing pattern.

But Adam won’t beef with Joe or Cherry. When Cherry taunts him about this “ were you scared” in an attempt to push Adam to admit he still cares about him and Joe. Kaoru gets a skateboard to the face because Adam lashes out aginst the threat to his Adam persona.

Even before their beef Adam drops his madador of love act completely. He acts distant and not like his usual flamboyant self. In fact he acts more like he does to Tadashi. Your not seeing Adam in that moment your seeing Ainosuke.

Cherry wasn’t attacked for being boring he was attacked because he saw though the illusion. He knew Adam was a lie. At this point Adam wanted to drive him and Joe away. So he could continue to bask in his dellusions.

Though there seems to be some resentment that in Adam’s mind Joe and Cherry” didn’t love him enough” Adam ultimately in his attack on Kaoru rejects the reality of love for a false promise of “perfection” an Eve.

If Eve was the lie Kaoru was the real relationship Adam could of had. The one rejected for the ideal.

So where do they go from here?

I like the ship on two fronts one the tragic angle Kaoru is Ainosuke’s karma he screwed up a good thing or ruined the chance for something chasing Eve who never existed. Adam hurt Kaoru so badly he’ll be lucky to be allowed to crawl back into the friend zone. (Kaoru was still hurt/ salty by the end and he was allowed to be)

Tadashi is Adam’s second chance with Kaoru being his lingering regret. Even if Adam wanted to try again with him Kaoru has moved on.

Or Ainosuke is hit in the head with the fact he still has feelings for Kaoru and has to actually work his ass off to make it up to Kaoru and has to learn to handle an real adult relationship with someone who adores him but will not put up with his shit.

I like either option honestly because both would lead to interesting stories.

So those are just some of my thoughts on Adam x Cherry and or Love blossom.

So are your thoughts on the subject?

#sk8 ainosuke #sk8 adam #sk8 cherry #sk8 kaoru #love blossom #cherry x adam #ainosuke x kaoru #loveblossom

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5 Truths About Dating & Relationships For Projectors (Human Design)

If you read my previous blog, “What It Means To Be A Projector In Human Design,” then you’re already familiar with the concept of waiting for an invitation.

First of all, do NOT initiate anything. Acting out of fear, loneliness or desperation will repel people. There’s nothing wrong with wanting companionship, but a projector isn’t here to look for love — that’s the job of Manifesting Generators and Pure Generators.

Projectors are here to be FOUND and INVITED into love.

The most aligned relationship for you will not happen if you initiate (only manifestors initiate).

As mentioned in previous emails, projectors have a very penetrative aura. People have to be ready to receive your energy. Trying to cultivate a love relationship without proper recognition and an invite will leave you bitter.

But lucky for you, I have 5 truths that will help you navigate dating and relationships as a projector.

1) Wait for a clear indication you have someone’s attention.

The more formal the invite, the better.

However, sometimes an invite can be as simple as someone asking genuine questions to get to know you better. You’ll know if the questions are genuine. You won’t feel awkward, forced to speak or misunderstood.

Receiving an invite could also look like getting a direct message from the person you’re interested in.

Projectors have to be invited into personal 1–1 spaces.

You can comment and like someone’s post all you want, but if you’re looking for a connection, it is imperative for you to wait for them to message first. From my observation, a projector will feel as though they have no function whenever they’re trying to invite themselves into a space. You have to let other people come to you.

Otherwise, how can you, as a projector, guide an energy type if they don’t even know what they need from you?

Having this perspective is a good reminder for when you’re fascinated with someone and thinking about making a move.

You can wait for the person to speak first, prolong eye contact or ask questions that are specific to you. As long as you feel seen in the conversation and not like you’re bothering them or begging for attention, you may have a solid opportunity in front of you. Practice patience, projector.

Give it time.

2. Male projectors are magnetic enough to attract — not initiate — love.

As a man, society expects you to make the first move.

And I’m telling you not to do that unless you have already been recognized as a possible love interest. I had a guy friend in high school who was a projector but I wasn’t aware of his Human Design until recently. Considering the effect his energy had on everyone around him in such a short amount of time (he was a transfer), it makes a lot of sense now.

He was uniquely himself.

At an urban high school, mostly filled with gang bangers, he stuck out.

Although we wore uniforms, his customized jackets, curly Afro and elevated shoe game helped him stick out. He had an aura of independence. The girls adored him, but most were too scared to approach him.

Me? I made friends with him because I loved how he carried himself as if he didn’t need anyone’s validation or attention.

He was the type of guy to ride his skateboard and bike to school — which was uncommon for black kids back in the day unless you were an ‘outcast’ or alternative in some way. Yet he carried himself well with ease, even when he sat at the lunch tables by himself. He might have been a loner, but he was a popular loner little did he know.

Because he made everything look cool and never went out of his way to be different, it created a magnetizing aura around him.

So if you’re a male projector, don’t lose hope.

Focus on naturally attracting the person you want.

Never initiate a relationship without recognition. If you’re invited into someone’s life as a friend, you are a friend. Do not attempt to escalate the relationship if you were not recognized beyond the role you were invited into.

Truth #3 — Dating apps can be tricky, but they’re especially tricky if you’re a projector.

Dating apps are to be treated like other social media sites.

‘Swipe right’ to let someone know you’re interested, but wait for them to message you first. In general, if you match with someone who has yet to send the first message after multiple hours or days, it’s safe to say that the person isn’t fully interested. Projectors are meant to be seen and recognized — so if you’re not getting that vibe from someone, it’s time to cut your losses.

Be mindful of people who are looking for anybody and people who are looking for you.

You also have to watch out for people who solely seek you out for your attention.

A projector’s attention is powerful. You make people feel seen in ways other people don’t. Keep your boundaries strong so that you can identify when someone is only showing up for themselves.

This means that if you match with someone who only speaks about themselves or they try too hard to impress you without actually taking the time to get to know who you are, that person is not for you.

And don’t be afraid to speak up when something doesn’t interest you (IE.: someone asks you out for a drink but you hate going to the bar/clubs).

Projectors should never “go with the flow” in the early stages of dating unless they have received the proper invite. Aside from authority, you’ll know if an invite is correct if it aligns with your desire. Your dating profile should be an authentic representation of who you are.

Once it’s set up, cultivate patience, wait for the messages to come to you.

Use your authority before making the decision to commit to a conversation or date.

Truth #4 — People who don’t recognize you will never see you.

Recognition is a given if you’re in the right environment and around the right people.

If a projector wants to be invited into a connection as a friend, but the other party sees them as a romantic prospect, the friendship will come with lots of resistance and potential humiliation. If the recognition you want doesn’t align with the invitation, it’s not the right situation for you.

If you’re a projector who was invited into a relationship without proper recognition, it may be your instinct to adjust to your partner’s wants and needs, but that is the worst thing you can do for yourself.

You see, once a projector is invited into a relationship with an energy type, it can be hard to leave.

For example, generators and projectors have a symbiotic relationship. Generators naturally appreciate the attention they get from projectors and projectors enjoy the sacral energy of the generators. Together, they have the perfect balance of guidance and execution.

However, because of the undefined sacral in projectors, it’s hard for them to pin point when enough is enough. Projectors can become wrapped up in the attention they receive (for better or worse) and be energetically run over by the person they’re with.

This is why boundaries are important.

Projectors have to be very selective of the company they keep.

Truth #5 — Treat yourself like you’re worthy of a relationship.

It can be frustrating when you express a desire for love only to be bombarded by “you have to love yourself first” sentiments.

But honestly? A projector has to appreciate themselves and the life they live before seeking anything. Show off how great you are and your energy will attract the recognition and invitations you want.

Give the manifesting generators and pure generators something to respond to.

This means looking your best, feeling your best and taking care of yourself.

A projector doesn’t have to do anything for attention except be themselves. In the same breath, when you’re intentional about the energy you put out, people will project it back to you. If the invite doesn’t come, don’t get caught up in bitterness.

There will always be another invite for the projector.

Projectors have to be patient with life. You’re working with efficient energy. Generators respond to prompts throughout the day but it can take a projector weeks, months — even years — for the right invite. Luckily, once the right invite comes, it’ll be perfect timing and worthwhile.

So play (have fun), rest (take breaks, naps) and let your aura do the leg work for you.

You’re not missing out anyone who hasn’t recognized and invited you into love.

What do you think of a human design projector guide filled with practical insights?

Use Projector Insights: How to Live Your Human Design as a resource. This eBook is a digestible reference point for projectors who are new to human design and those who are looking for more practical information.

All work + posts by this account is copyrighted.

#human design #projectors #human design projectors #generators #manifestors #reflectors #manifestinggenerators #projectorinsights #astrology #spiritual

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chatxkilluaxnoir · 8 months

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Dippy Fresh's Return

Fic Summary:

Dipper is trying to win a dare. During doing this, Dipper runs into someone he didn't think it was possible to meet again. Or maybe it was that he just never wanted to meet this person again. Or it could be both. Either way. Dipper runs into someone he could have gone his whole (now VERY long) life without ever meeting again.

Beginning Author's Note (with some changes) that I posted in the AO3 version of this fic too:

Summary might change too. If I or someone else can think of something better. Like titles, I feel like I suck at summaries too. But don't we all? Or at least, it is probably a decently common issue. Probably. For now though at least; this is the summary.

Please let me know if I should keep the AO3 version of this fic tagged as "General Audiences". Or if I should change it to "Teen And Up Audiences".

Dipper wasn’t having a good day.

And why he wasn’t having a good day involved one. Particular. SOUL. He had just run into while at the skatepark.

Let’s backtrack a bit…

So, a Wendy reincarnation had dared him to try to do some hardcore 10 skateboarding stunts. Without any demon tricks; as much that was possible for a demon like himself, that is. Within 2 and half hours. And he couldn’t mess up more than 15 times. Or she would win. Hmmphh. With or without much to any of his powers, that was nothing to him. Who did Wendy think he was?! They had even made this dare into a deal. If they won, they got a request for anything they wanted. …Within limits. A dare being won or not. Them being Wendy or not. He was still a demon after all. And deals had their rules. And if Dipper won, they would give them the rest of their ice cream in the freezer (which; Dipper knew was actually quite a bit). And they would hang out with him for a week, without much, if any of their other friends. Just them. Because Dipper needed them, and these friends were taking up too much of Wendy’s time.

They had accepted the deal; though, somewhat, hesitantly. After they heard the 2nd clause of the deal. They almost looked…worried? Even scared. And possibly even; angry?? But why would they be feeling any of those things? Dipper must have just imagined it. It had come and gone so quickly after all. And they did end up accepting their deal. So they can’t really be all that scared and worried. Right?

They couldn’t come though to see him attempt this dare. They had made plans last week [from what they told Dipper] to stay at…a friend’s place for the weekend. Why do those friends of theirs keep taking up their time…FROM HIM? So they said I should record my stunts for them; for this dare. Though, Dipper knew they probably mainly wanted just it so they could have blackmail material on him and something to crack up at. Or maybe it was because they couldn’t completely trust Dipper’s word. And wanted some more hard proof on it. Beyond his word, and even the deal they had just made. Honestly; it was probably both. Knowing Wendy.

Anyways, Dipper accepted recording himself, despite knowing all this. Because Wendy wouldn’t take no for an answer. Wendy; even though they were very chill; could also be so stubborn. And so Dipper recording himself, showing it to Wendy, and giving Wendy copies (in some form) of the videos, also became apart of the deal. Dipper mentions copies specifically, because he refused to let them have the originals. And even more so refused letting them be the only ones to have the videos (Wendy had attempted something like these as part of the deal. Attempted being the key word). Dipper was willing to accept a lot of kinds of deals from Wendy; even ones not the most adventurous to him. However, he was still a demon, and there was only so much he was willing to offer or accept as part of his deals. Even for someone like Wendy. Though, maybe if they were Miza—...No, don’t think about Mizar. Don’t think about them. It won’t do you any good.

Now that we have backtracked some and got some background information; let’s move forward a bit, once again.

With Dipper at the skatepark, because of this bet (and deal) with Wendy. Setting up a special (special, because he was able to record so much, and so well, for so long. Even to the extent that was nigh impossible to maybe even impossible currently. And because if anyone or anything were to try to steal or break it, they wouldn’t be able to. Unless it was him or someone he wants near the camera or touching it. They will just get deflected away from it. Dipper really wanted to make sure no one stole, and esp. broke it, considering he was at a skatepark with a bunch of like adrenaline junkies and a lot of young people. So, he might as well bring out his Magitek camera that does all that. And more!) Magitek camera that he kept in storage in his hat.

While he was doing this, he sensed something. Or well, someone, vaguely…familiar. He wasn’t sure what or who he was sensing at first. It felt so familiar, but at the same time, he couldn’t pinpoint it. And it just felt…strange. Impossible. Hateable even, for some reason.

He could just ignore it (he really should). Dipper had a dare to finish, that he just finished setting up his camera for. …Though, since he hadn’t started recording himself yet doing stunts, the time limit technically hasn’t started yet (his camera would also be what showed the time. His camera was even tamperproof too! So he couldn’t - probably - mess with that time or the recording(s) of the camera. Or etc. Though not because of this deal, but because at some point in the past he just wanted to make camera that couldn’t be messed with. For some reason. It was also basically tamperproof, because the magic of his hat made it so, well, even if he hadn’t tried to make it tamperproof. He would still be cautious about messing with stuff like this camera, that has been in his hat for awhile) until he does that. So maybe, he could just check out whatever that presence is. Just. Real quick. It probably wouldn’t even take that long! But, it might actually take longer than expected, and he needed to complete this dare though. If he doesn't complete it soon, and Wendy calls him or something, and I tell them I haven’t. They might think it is because I am being a chicken about the dare. And he couldn��t have that!

After going back and forth with himself about this for awhile. Dipper finally caved in to his curiosity. He got up and walked away from his camera (it is not like anyone could actually steal it or even touch it anyways. No need to undo his hard setting it up; to take it with him) to find whatever thing he is sensing.

So following his senses, he kept walking and getting closer and closer to whatever he was sensing. The closer he got, the more and more irritated Dipper was getting.

Why am I getting so annoyed here?

As he got closer and closer to the presence (he knew now, it was a familiar soul. Not too familiar. He probably had only met this soul once or twice. But it was enough to leave a mark on him) that irritation only grew more and more.

He was finally close enough to the somewhat familiar, annoyance-causing soul, to see the person from behind. And to hear them talking. Yelling about someone else, maybe their friend pulling off some stunts. Honestly, they weren’t even that good, so he doesn’t know why that soul is making such a fuss about it.

Dipper was now right now behind this soul, Standing pretty menacingly and glaring - with some gold shining through the hazel-colored irises of his human disguise. Which, honestly, just himself basically; if he had been able to grow to his twenties as a human. What can Dipper say, he is sentimental - down at the person while doing so. And now Dipper was almost certain who this reincarnation was. But, no, that couldn’t be possible. It can’t be him. It just can’t be. Dipper won’t believe it until he saw his face. Actually talk to him.

So Dipper grabbed at his (he thought it was a guy. Though that could have just been Dipper seeing this reincarnation as him.) shoulder, turning him around suddenly (and roughly. Though not too rough to actually hurt him too bad. Though, Dipper was very tempted to. Still was tempted to), and asking with a cold, harsh tone:

“What and how are you here, Dippy Fresh?!?!”

Dippy Fresh (and his friend? too, who had stopped doing skateboarding tricks was coming towards them) just gawked at him. Eyes (they weren’t hazel, like Dipper’s own eyes. They looked black) wide eyed, staring at him. Mouth gawking open; like an idiot. Not saying anything.

Dippy Fresh. He was just going to call him Fresh (or maybe Dippy Fresh) in his head for now. Because Dippy was too close to his own name, and that could just get confusing (and also, it rubbed Dipper the wrong way that Dippy was so close to his own name; just in general. On principle).

Anyways, Fresh stood there so long just staring up at him (Fresh was quite short, hah), that Dipper had time to more take in Fresh.

The first thing he noticed besides Fresh’s eyes, was while there were still some similarities between how he and Dippy Fresh looked. They still looked very differently. Like for one, Dippy had black, shoulder-length and greasy-looking hair. It kind of reminded Dipper of how Robbie would sometimes style his hair. Though Dippy’s hair was a lot straighter, and even greasier-looking to Dipper’s eyes. Not that Dippy Fresh completely looked like Dipper in the first place, despite being a Bill-made “clone” of him. He was still just a distorted mirror of Dipper after all. He had always been wrong since the day he was created. But despite knowing all that, the differences in appearance between this reincarnation and Dippy Fresh were throwing Dipper off. Though not too much. Just a tiny bit. To Dipper, this WAS Dippy Fresh anyways. And that was all there was to it.

Dipper was about to say something, because the silence was getting awkward, when Fresh’s friend? came up to them and touched Fresh’s other shoulder to get his attention.

That finally snapped Fresh out of his stupor.

“Dude, are you going to keep grabbing onto my shoulder and glaring at me? Also, why do you feel kind of familiar? And do your eyes look all weird???” Dippy Fresh yammered out. Grating on Dipper’s ears.

His friend had stopped grabbing Fresh’s shoulder, before realizing he was not talking to him. He looked sheepish about his mistake. Dipper just crushed his hand (that seemed almost like a claw at that point) around Fresh’s shoulder even more.

“Ummm, dude?” Dippy Fresh kept questioning.

Dippy Fresh’s friend who had just been standing there, decided he was going to intervene for his friend once he realized that Dipper wasn’t backing off.

Walking up to Dipper, he yelled, “Hey, what do you think you are doing? Who even are you?? Daryl says you are familiar to him, but I have never seen or heard of you before. And even if I did know you, you shouldn’t be acting like this with Daryl!”

Dipper was still holding unto Dippy Fresh (or Daryl he was called? Who cares; this was still just Dippy Fresh to him); glaring at him. Gold kept shining and spreading through his irises as he did so. At Fresh’s friend’s words; Dipper finally perked up and looked somewhere else. The gold in his irises receding as he did so, but didn’t completely disappear. Dipper, still though, didn’t let go of Fresh’s shoulder. If anything, he somehow clamped down even harder.

“Dude, ow! Just please let–”. Fresh shouted.

“And who are are you?” Was all Dipper said. As he interrupted Fresh.

“I’m Daryl’s brother, Nathan. Now are you to answer my questions and actually let go of my brother!?” Fresh’s brother; Nathan, he supposes, retorted.

Dipper, who was now still looking at Nathan, when he heard Nathan say he was Fresh’s brother, Dipper’s grip loosened and eyes softened. He didn’t completely let go of Fresh yet though. But Dipper did start to look (and feel) more bad about what he was doing.

His voice, still, cold, though, the coldness felt less effective and intimidating, with his stammering, Dipper replied, “Oh well, I am…Hank”, due to Dipper’s brain short-circuiting and not wanting to give the name Dipper to Dippy Fresh and his…brother, supplied that name to Dipper. And so that is why Dipper gave that name - of all names - to them. Why that name, Dipper! Dipper shouted at himself in his mind. Like, sure, it wasn’t his Dipper or Mason. But why did he have to give the name Hank? He could have just gone with the name Tyrone again. Or something! Damn it!!

“And well, Fresh here-”

“That isn’t my name?” Fresh said confused.

“That isn’t his name!” Nathan shouted.

“Oh yeah, whoops. Sorry about that”, Dipper really wasn’t all that sorry, because Dippy Fresh was still Dippy Fresh to him, so he wasn’t wrong in calling him Fresh. But, he did feel bad that he was upsetting Fresh’s…brother, Nathan so much. Nathan being so protective of his brother is sweet. And well, Nathan really has nothing to do with his vendetta against Dippy Fresh. So he did feel somewhat bad.

“Your brother, Nathan, just really reminds me of someone I knew in the past. …Someone, I hated. And that hatred may have clouded my judgement here. So I ended up mistaking…–Daryl” Dipper forced out, “here for that person. And took things out on him. I am. Truly sorry.” Dipper finished. Words silted.

……

….

“I see, man. Mistakes happen. And as long as you are sorry; we are chill now. Though, maybe let go of my shoulder, yeah?” D

Dipper did let go of Fresh’s shoulder when asked this time. Though, it was begrudgingly.

Why does Dippy Fresh have to be so forgiving? It is making it harder to keep on hating him. Dipper thought with frustration. Eyes narrowing. He still hates him though of course. But, he is making it somewhat harder.

“Thank you, dude!” Dippy Fresh beamed.

Dipper just rolled his eyes at that, and hmmpphed in response.

“I will forgive you too, since Daryl is. However, I still think you are acting like an ass. And are a weirdo.”

Dipper chuckled, “Yeah, that is fair.”

“Well, I am happy you get that.” Nathan replied. And then wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulder. A bit of a protective glare in his eyes directed towards Dipper, and softening when he turned back around to look at Dippy Fresh.

“Anyways, Daryl, it is getting dark, we should probably head back to home. Mom and Dad will probably get worried about us soon.” Nathan whispered to Daryl. He said it quietly enough, and was giving quick glances to Dipper over his shoulder while doing so, that Dipper thought that Nathan didn’t want him to hear. And that besides what he said; Dipper felt like he might have been the main reason, or at least, a reason why they were actually leaving.

Dipper can understand that. He hadn’t acted..--the best today. So Dipper understands why Nathan wants to leave.

Though, Nathan has to be better about his giveaways. He wasn’t too bad. But he saw the looks over his shoulder and heard what Nathan was saying (though, to be fair, he might have only heard that, because he was a demon. He might not have heard, if it wasn’t for that). So there could be some improvements made there.

(Dipper thought this, while he had also, not been the greatest at hiding giveaways and at subterfuge today (and other days too))

……..

……

Nathan and Dippy Fresh; kind of reminded Dipper, of him and Mabel.

Dipper shook his head in disgust at even thinking that.

Because Dippy Fresh was apart of that equation.

While Dipper was lost in thought, Dippy Fresh had been trying to get his attention.

Nathan was trying to pull him away, but Dippy Fresh waved him off, mumbling, “Just give me a second.”

“...hey. Hey! Hey!! HEYYYY!!!!...”, Dippy Fresh was shouting in Dipper’s ear. Holding Dipper’s shoulder just like Dipper had been to Dippy (though, he was holding his shoulder A LOT lighter than Dipper had been).

Dipper, blinked. Ears earring. Irritated once again, yelled back, “What? WHAT do YOU want?! Why are you shouting in my ear like that.”

“I just wanted to say. You mentioned how you mistook me for someone else. And, it is kind of weird, but like I said earlier. …And now that I think about, it is like you just ignored me saying that. But ah, whatever, maybe you just didn’t hear it or something like that! So I will just say this again. But it is weird that you say that, when I also feel like you are familiar for some reason. And I just wanted to ask why is that? And who was that person you hated that Iremindedyouof?!” Dippy Fresh was getting more and more incoherent and excited throughout this whole diatribe, with the last words being esp. incoherent.

Dipper ears were once again ringing. And instead of being mad (though he still kind of was); he once again jus felt nostalgia. Dippy Fresh kept reminding him of Mabel… But no! He was nothing like her, nothing… But he kind of was though.

It is kind of fitting though, Dipper guessed. While, Dippy Fresh was a distorted wrong mirror of him. He was also kind of the same thig for Mabel too. Because while Dippy Fresh looked more like him, he acted more like Mabel. Distorted and so wrong for her too though, like it was him. A cheap knock-off of the both of them.

But still, it is fitting that Dippy Fresh—a reincarnation of Dippy Fresh, would act like her. Remind him of her.

He still doesn’t really like that though.

He really, really doesn’t.

“First of all, can you please, stop destroying my eardrums.” Dipper growled.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. You just weren’t responding. You were really out of it.” Dippy Fresh apogolized.

“Second of all. I don’t know why we both found each other familiar.” Dipper lied. “You are obviously not the person I hated”, this was both a truth and a lie to Dipper, so it is probably just a coincidence honestly.” Dipper continued to lie through his teeth. Though, maybe their meeting was a bit of a coincidence. Though, Dipper had a knack for running into souls he already knew. So he wasn’t even sure this meeting was a coincidence.

Dippy Fresh looked disappointed and not very believing of that reply.

Before Fresh could say anything more. Dipper continued.

“AND THIRD OF ALL. I am not telling you who that person was. It is not really your business, kid.” Dipper grunted out. Sounding a lot like Grunkle Stan.

“Why you calling me a kid, I am 15! Not even that young. And you can’t even be that much older than me. What, are you like, 17 or 18!”

“What?! No, I am 27! How could you be a decade off?!” Dipper was flabbergasted. Though, Wendy had said something similar when Dipper had met her again in this life. But still, Dipper had his pride.

“Well, it is not my fault you look super young. You have, like no facial hair whatsoever! And even if you are 27. While, that is kind of old–”

“Hey!” Dipper interrupted.

“It isn’t that old or that much older than me to be calling me a kid!” Dippy Fresh continued.

“Hmmphhh, you are a kid to me.” Was all Dipper said.

“Uuuggggghhh”, Dippy Fresh really drew out, “You are so awful sometimes.”

“Like I care what a KID says.” Dipper rubbed in further.

“You are obviously just tying to make me mad. Also, wait, no, besides you just trying to get under my skin”, Dipper rolled his eyes at that, “I shouldn’t be focusing on this in the first place!”

“And what should you be focusing on? I answered your questions. And Nathan thinks you guys should leave. Your parents are probably getting SO worried about you.” Dipper deflected. Somehow both well and poorly.

“THAT! It’s THAT!! Your answers either sucked or you didn’t really give me an answer. Just said I should buzz off, basically. Or it was kind of both! Come on, man!! Can you please give me better answers.”

……….

“I answered your questions. You guys should get home. It is dark now.” Was all Dipper said. Basically saying nothing really. Dipper then turned around to head for his camera (Damn it. He wasted so much more time doing this than he thought he would. *Sigh*. He guesses he just needs to do it tomorrow, Sunday, then. Before Wendy comes back on Monday.) to retrieve it, before he left.

Before he could really start walking away though, Dippy Fresh grabbed his wrist.

“Fine then, if you aren’t going to answer now, how about we exchange numbers! And we can like, talk and meet up or something, more later. I can’t just forget about this and move on. I need…to know more. I can’t just let this all go. Please.” Dippy Fresh pleaded.

Nathan then yelled out, “What, no, we aren’t doing that!”

Dippy Fresh just gave him the puppy dog eyes and a pout.

Nathan kept on refusing for awhile.

Before finally caving in.

“Fine, we can do this, but if you guys ever meet up, I will be there too. Or me and others too. Not just Daryl. If you guys chat in anyway. It will be in a sort of group chat. Got it!”

Happily, Dippy Fresh shouted, “Yes, deal!”, Dipper jumped a bit at that, but only a bit, and it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else, “Thank you, Bro!” Hearing that hurt Dipper so much. With how much Dippy Fresh truly reminded him of Mabel.

He despised that.

He missed her so much.

“What makes you think I will ever tell you anything. If I had anything more to tell. Even if we did this?”

“I will wear you down! I know it!!” Was Fresh’s optimistic answer.

Dipper said nothing for awhile. “You truly are an idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Hey!!”

Both Nathan and Dippy Fresh shouted.

“But fine, we can exchange information. But I can’t promise you will ever get the answers you actually want,...Daryl.” Dipper conceded.

Daryl, with a huge grin, yelled, “That is good enough for me! Even more so, since like I said, I will wear you down!! I just know it!!!

Both Nathan and Dipper rolled their eyes at what Daryl was saying. But there was slight smile on both their faces and slight fondness to both their eyes (though, Nathan’s smile was bigger and eyes, way more fond, than Dipper).

Maybe today turned out better than I thought it was, Dipper thought.

Maybe.

He still kind of hated Dippy Fresh though.

But, maybe that hatred, was…less than it was before.

Ending Author's Note that I posted in the AO3 version of this fic too:

This was my fic for the 9th Annual TAUathon!

I did my fic based on this prompt: Alcor meets a reincarnation of Dippy Fresh. Which was submitted by the awesome StarlightSystem. I got the prompt from this Spreadsheet:

2023 TAUathon Spreadsheet

Linking it here in case anyone wants to check out all the prompts on it, or check out the fics posted/linked on it (though, you can also check out Tumblr. Esp. the TAU blog for those fics too. Or the Transcendence AU tag on here. I.e.; AO3).

This fic is being posted about half a day and/or a day late. But hey, that isn't too late (which is good for me for various, understandable - to me, at least, lol - reasons. That I have already talked about other places. Like my Tumblr, and I won't get too much into again. Because I don't really need to), and I did really try to post this on the 5th. But that didn't work out. But hey, I am still posting this fic now!

I am super excited to share this fic with y'all! And I am really super duper excited to see everyone's work!!

Which, I haven't really checked out yet. Because I wanted to wait a bit, and really give people time to start posting stuff. Also, because I wanted to focus on finishing, editing, and posting my fic. Before I checked out everyone else's works.

Which, I am very ecstatic to start checking out other people's works soon (now)!

Anyways.

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Dreamcatcher Chptr. 26

"I'd better start helping Chloe with the cleaning. And while I'm at it, I can't take one long, last look around the place. Then, I'll go see Clark. It's about time we got things cleared up between us." Max thought to herself.

Once the brunette was done soaking in a majority of the good times she'd spent in Chloe's room, she assisted Chloe by observing things around the room in order to get a start on what she could add to the 'TRASH' pile. At the same time, everything she observed closely brought back fond memories.

Max first made her way over to Chloe's shelf which had a bunch of books and boxes on each shelf, most of which were textbooks and school supplies.

She then eyed a skateboard that she recalled the amount of times Chloe persisted Max to try skateboarding, much to her preference for taking photos instead.

By the door, Max recognised a drawing Chloe once made which included the three of them in a mini-comic labelled 'The Adventurous Adventures Of Super Max, Dr. Chloestein & Mr C' - there were only three panels with a fourth missing, leaving them to wonder what happened next.

Two tickets were laid on Chloe's bedside table along with some other photos of locations and a self-portrait of Chloe and Clark. The tickets went back three years ago early July - an unsupervised concert Max, Chloe and Clark went to. It didn't take long for either of their parents to discover what their children had done.

Other personal belongings of Chloe's was scattered around the room. There were some report cards documenting the young Price girl's excellent academic work, a glowing bear, board games, a camera and a few other things that stood out to Max Caulfield. Above Chloe's bed was a saggy string with pictures clinging onto it. Each picture was taken by Max herself which Chloe saw befitting to commemorate by displaying her best friend's photographs in front of the window.

Max focused on the vintage Polaroid camera, recognising it as William's camera.

"Hey, what's your dad's camera doing here?" Max piped up.

Chloe looked over her shoulder, distracting herself from tidying up. "Dad said I could bring it up here for you to use. He's tired of watching you drool all over yourself every time he uses it. His words."

"Your dad is the best."

"Sure. Just don't ever tell him that. We need to keep him on his toes."

Max went to pick up the camera. By the way she grabbed the camera by its sides, her thin, nimble fingers accidentally triggered the flash as she lifted it up, causing her to jump.

"You're off to a great start."

The brunette flapped the photograph lightly until it revealed her unintentional selfie.

"Actually.. it's kinda cool." Max said aloud before thinking to herself. "I should take one with us three. They always loved hanging around me. Almost too much, I think. They are going to be so heartbroken when I tell them I'm leaving. It's so hard to believe. This room, this house, this town... all in the past now. Or soon to be. Who am I even without the twins? Chloe's the one who's always started things, pulling us into adventures. And Clark. He's always had our best interests at heart. Acting like the big brother and the bestest friend to me. Has he always been this cute now that I think about it? I can't imagine life without them."

Casually, Max donated some more belongings into the 'TRASH' box until she concluded that there was nothing else worth tossing out.

"That's it. I'm calling off the search. If you want more trash, you'll have to find it yourself. I'm gonna go see if Clark needs a hand now." Max announced, expressing her disinterest in cleaning the room.

"Well, it wasn't exactly the purge mom was hoping for. But at least we tried, right?"

Max nodded her head and walked towards the door, disappearing from the room. By heading across to the room next door to Chloe's, Max raised her hand up to the door. Her knuckled tapped on the door to announce herself before she entered the room.

It was very uncommon for Max to enter Clark's room. A boy's room for that matter. But then again, rarely anybody entered the room unless it was Clark. In which case, he was more than happy to make Max the exception, excluding his sister, of course.

"Hey Max! Thanks again for helping me out with the cleaning." Clark hollered as he waved the brunette over.

Clark was seated on the floor with his legs crossed. He was rummaging around a box filled with action figures and toys he played with as a kid. Footsteps got closer to Clark when out of the corner of his eye, a pair of chopstick legs appeared beside him, followed by the rest of the body belonging to none other than Max herself.

"Whatcha doin'?" Max asked coolly.

"Just... going through some stuff. Remember these?" Clark stated, holding up a Donatello Ninja Turtle figurine.

The small figurine twiddled by the leg where Clark's fingers pinched it.

Her azure blue eyes forced off of the figurine to more things in the box. There were some props used for the pirate fantasies that kept the youngsters occupied out of school hours. Max reached into the box and pulled out a rubber handball.

"So, um... did you need help cleaning up anything?" Max inquired.

Clark swung his head around, peering all around the room before giving a vague gesture on where Max could start. She noticed a similar place to dispose one's rubbish in, except it was a black plastic bin bag.

Aimlessly, Max wandered around the room in search for somewhere to start. Her hands fiddled with the rubber ball as the means to keep her occupied. Her eyes traced around the room so to familiarise herself with the layout of the room for one last time, given that she was going to leave for Seattle in a couple of days.

A miscalculation in her tossing the ball in her hands caused it to slip from her fingers. It bounced off the floor, its trajectory pointed towards the bed on the far side of the room until it vanished from sight underneath the bed. Max pursued the ball and knelt down and bent over to peer underneath the bed. There was still enough brightness in the room to illuminate the darkest parts of the room, such including the bit of space underneath Clark's bed.

The ball rested conveniently next to a lunchbox underneath the bed. Going against her better judgement, Max couldn't resist ignoring the unknown. Out of pure curiosity, Max reached for the box and grabbed ahold of the handle, pulling it close to her so she could see it in better light. Mat sat upright and opened up the box.

By opening up the box, Max looked inside and was shocked by what she found.

The lunch box was filled with letters addressed to Max, all of which failed to be properly distributed with the confidence Clark wished to have. Now that his secret was out, Max had no way to approach Clark nor see him the way she did moments before. A million thoughts raced through his mind about his secret crush on her. She could not believe it was true, but the more she quickly read over the letters, the more she came to struggle to face Clark properly afterwards.

"Max? Any luck?" Clark sang out.

She was startled by his voice, which caused her to act out of haste and dispose of the letters back into the box underneath the bed.

"Uhh, n-no. Nothing." Max replied dismissively.

"Well... you gave it a shot. Thank you for the help anyway."

"Gave it my best shot."

Clark peered over his shoulder at her and noticed how distracted she appeared.

"You okay, Max?"

"Hm? Y-Yeah. Totally."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

The brunette bowed her head and pursed her lips.

When Clark repositioned himself so he was right next to Max, it wasn't out of bravery that he decided to breach her personal space, but rather out of trust and companionship that he showed his undying support to her. His arm went up and across to wrap itself around her back. He pulled her tightly against him and gave her opposite arm a caress.

"Do you ever wish you knew you were living in your best days before you ended up leaving them?" Max asked, deadpanned.

Hesitantly, Max rested her head on his shoulder, embraced the comfort he provided. In return that Clark became stiffened and gobsmacked that she was resting her head on his should, Clark maintained composure and stared aimlessly at the wall.

"Actually, yeah. I do wish that. But what have I got to worry about if I got my best friend and my sister by my side? Nothing can go wrong. All I need is you and Chloe, mom and dad and I'll be just fine." Clark answered with full confidence in his voice.

Max couldn't help but bite her lip as he spoke. It pained her to think of the grief she would bring him once she left Arcadia Bay. The twins meant the world to Max, but having no say in her parents' decision to move to Seattle didn't make saying goodbye any easier, especially when she just found out one of her best friend's had an infatuation for her. And whether or not she'd accept that was entirely up to Max.

"Clark. There's somethi-'

The door abruptly swung open, interrupting Max. Chloe rushed over to her brother and her best friend to show them a tape recording they took five years ago. Chloe saw it fitting that they relieve their childhood for one last time.

"Avast, future wayfarers! Ye have uncovered the audio log of the most fearsome pirates in the Bays of Arcadia!" An eight year-old Chloe's voice came through the recording.

"Captain Bluebeard and Long Max Silver, with their trusty quartermaster, One-Eyed Parrot Joe!" The younger selves of Clark, Max and Chloe said all at once before they broke into laughter.

"So, yer in search of buried treasure, are ye?" A young Max Caulfield piped up, embracing her pirate fantasy. "Well, if it's treasure ye seek-"

"Do mine eyes spot two fair pirate wenches? What have we-" A random voice chimed in.

"Dad! Get away! We're in the middle of an important project!"

"Oh, a project! Nevermind, then. I apolog-"

"I mean it!"

"Alright, alright. Supper's in five. Wash your hands, you grubby pirate kids..."

"So lame."

"As I was saying...," continued the younger Max. "If it's treasure ye seek, ye've come to the right place."

And as if one cue, Clark's eight year-old self was made known.

"But be forewarned: the journey will be treacherous and full of... treachers. To find the treasure of Price Isle, you will need the map from the manuscripts of Captain Bluebeard and her trusty quartermaster, so humbly before ye now, One-Eyed Parrot Joe! Yaarr, me harties!!"

"Only the map can lead ye to the treasure ye seek. But be forewarned; uh, again. Only those with pure hearts will be able to see what the amulet shows them. Good luck. And, uh, bye," finished Chloe.

At the end of the tape recording, Chloe was blown away at how invested and devoted they were as eight year-old scallywag pirates. Max could only share the same optimism as she, while Clark couldn't help but cringe the entire way through.

It was Chloe's proposition that the three embark on the journey they'd long forgotten: to find the mysterious treasure they once purposed to fulfil their childish fantasies.

Max had never seen her so engrossed in anything before in her entire life, at least the memories that she could recall with ease. It brought a smile to her face to see her best friend dig around for anything that could provide hints at where to begin their journey. Fortunately, the one thing Chloe recalled was entrusting her ever so faithful 'quartermaster' with the information that they sought to uncover the treasure.

With a quick search through the shelves, Chloe quickly discovered and plucked an old sketchbook that provided the first clue to starting the treasure hunt they made specifically for their future selves to complete.

"Our old sketchbook!" Max cheered. "This is where we kept all of our pirate drawings."

"Yup. Now, let's see this map."

The front cover itself brought smiles to their faces at their creativity as well as the privacy warning specifically directed at Chloe and Clark's mother.

On the first page in the sketchbook was the design of their fantasy pirate ship, a galleon proudly titled, The Bane Of Arcadia. The ship had three masts with six cannons port-side with a plank as their particularly favourite part of the entire ship. The rest of the design was left completely to their combined imagination that spruced with creativity and liveliness to enthral the trio during their days off school.

Two portraits took up a whole page with the names for both Chloe and Max as Bluebeard and Long Max Silver. Clark's eight year-old self didn't get the luxury of sharing the page with his sister and best friend, but was safely accompanied by their late pet cat, Pogo, followed by a group photo of the four - including Pogo 'The Pirate' - on the next page.

The page following after contained the rules which was mostly written down by Chloe.

PIRATE RULES

NO bathing

NO boys on the ship (except One-Eyed Parrot Joe!!!)

NO sharing pirate secrets

ALWAYS share plunder

ALWAYS bury treasure

ALWAYS protect fellow pirates

Failure to obey these rules will result in PLANK WALKING!!!

On the next page was the Captain's Log, according to Captain Bluebeard.

'Another day of plunder and destruction on the high seas. Our just buried treasure has come under attack again. The evil Commander Shelley, enemy to all pirates, has threatened to take the map from us if she sees it. Surely she has heard how valuable our treasure is and wants to steal it from us.

We are doing our best to keep the map hidden as we continue to work on it. Because our enemies want our treasure so bad, we must make sure the map is only readable to us. Captain Bluebeard and Long Max Silver with their trusty quartermaster, One-Eyed Parrot Joe.

To more plunder and riches!

Captain Bluebeard

Long Max Silver

One-Eyed Parrot Joe'

On the next page where the map was intended to be contained was torn from the sketchbook as means of protecting the location of the treasure. As a result, the three had to fan across both twins' rooms in hopes of gaining the vital part of uncovering the location of the treasure.

It didn't take long for somebody to discover the location of the map. In Max's success, she provided the map she, Chloe and Clark worked very hard on to create.

The map started at Chloe's Secret Lair, which lead to a Dark Cavern where an amulet was to be located; following on to Treasure Island and then wayward to Price Castle.

As they skimmed over the map, memories of the past came flooding back, which in turn provided the definition to the peculiar nicknames they'd thought of to describe the places they wanted jotted down on said map.

"I'm remembering this, now," said Chloe. "Didn't we make some crazy puzzle? You need the telescope and the amulet which we hid inside a dark cavern, A.K.A. the attic?"

"Ugh, why did we do that to ourselves?" Max asked nonchalantly.

"Because we were eight years old and the attic was the scariest place we could think of." Clark answered coolly as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Was? Your attic is still terrifying." Max said, establishing an eye connection with the brown-haired boy beside her.

"It's been five years, Max. I'm sure the Bogeyman has died of starvation."

"It's more the mice and spiders I'm afraid of."

"I'm with you there, excluding the rats."

"Time to face your fears, wussies! I'll head to the garage to dig up my old telescope. Max, you and Clark go find that amulet. We'll meet back at the pirate ship. Wa-hooo!!" Chloe shouted, whooping as she did so due to the sheer excitement she was unable to contain.

When Chloe left the room, Clark and Max smiled to themselves and begun their objective in heading up into the attic via the broom closet.

Max walked out of Clark's room with a smile on her face. She persuaded herself to have fun, even if that day wouldn't have likely been her last day in Arcadia Bay.

"The entrance to the Dark Cavern is here. Are you ready to begin this vitally important mission?" Clark asked with a sly grin on his face.

He offered his hand to her, showing that he would support her should either she or he get scared along the way. Max bit the inside of her cheek and smiled warmly at him as she took his hand into hers and used their combined effort to open the attic.

The attic was dark and barely lit, only illuminated by the light from downstairs. Fortunately, Max remembered where the light switch was before creating more light for both her and Clark to see. And yet, in despite of the endless possibilities in hiding the amulet, it was in plain sight, yet in the most difficult place to reach. This brought the challenge for Clark and Max to wander around the attic to the amulet by crossing memorabilia along the way.

"My gosh... there's so much stuff up here I remember from so long ago." Max commented in disbelief at how much old stuff was put inside the attic.

"I know, right? Feels like a trip down old memory lane - at least the stuff I remember mom and dad telling me about as a little kid. And you, of course." Clark replied in a gentle voice as if he was scared of frightening the creatures lurking in the attic.

Max looked over her shoulder at Clark, whom she caught staring at her with adoration when suddenly she hit her head on a low beam.

"OW!"

Clark gasped. "Max! Are you okay?!"

The brunette pursed her lips tightly as if it would help fight off the pain, even though it would do no good for her as she rubbed the spot where she hit her head.

"Yeah. I'll be okay."

When Clark began to touch her head around the sore spot, Max tensed but in a good way that made her feel comforted that he was indeed showing the support he offered to her. By the way his hands rubbed her forehead, it made Max feel slightly relaxed as Clark began to massage her sore, even being so bold as to give the bump that started to form a little kiss.

"You okay now?" Clark asked nervously.

"Yeah. Thanks, Clark."

"Anytime."

Unconsciously, Max smiled widely at him until she sedated that smile by bringing their attention back to making their way to the amulet.

Once they had acquired the artefact, the drawings and scribbles on it proved insufficient as to the meaning behind the symbols designed from so long ago.

Muffled shouts and grunts came from outside of the house. Max and Clark found a window in the attic which gave them a view of the backyard where they found Clark's twin sister messing around outside in some of the old gear she donned as a child, now as a young teenager with a spade as her weapon, an imaginary cutlass.

"Ha-ha! I have you now, scallywag!" Chloe exclaimed in her pirate accent.

As Chloe swung the shovel around, her attention was quickly brought up to the pairs of eyes on her.

"Are you just watching me up there, creepers?"

"You are one of a kind, Chloe Price." Max said in admiration of the imagination of her best friend.

Chloe raised an eyebrow in confusion and said, "What?"

"I'm lucky to you're my best friend, that's all."

"Damn right you are, you mushy weirdo! Did you find the amulet?"

Max showed her the amulet by raising it up so it was in sight.

"Awesome! Now get your asses down here, we have some treasure to find!"

Given that that was their cue to regroup with Chloe in the backyard, Clark and Max both made weaved their way through the intricate maze that was the attic before they headed downstairs and through to the backyard, where they spied Chloe standing on a ladder mounted on the swing, using a spyglass to wander her gaze wherever she pleased.

When the pair got around to showing Chloe the amulet, Chloe was stoked. The only disappointment was how neither of them figured out how they originally made the amulet attach to the spyglass. That was until Clark provided the solution with tape.

Once they figured out how to make it work, Max, who was so kindly bestowed the honours of locating the treasure, directed the twins to its exact position.

"Bingo!"

Chloe rejoiced and bounced on the tips of her feet before she and Clark scampered off to acquire a shovel and removed a fair size of dirt before the three used their hands to surface the treasure.

"What the...?"

"That is not what we buried."

"Don't give up just yet. Let's take it inside and see what treasure it beholds, Cap'n!" Clark said encouragingly.

Chloe looked at her brother, surprised. She didn't expect him to express any form of enthusiasm like that before, but it pleased her nonetheless.

And so, Chloe carried the treasure inside so they could examine its contents. Inside was a tape with a photo of Chloe, Clark and William, all dressed as pirates. At the bottom was a lunchbox which they assumed was the rest of the treasure they were after. Max rushed off to bring the tape player for them to uncover the audio for them to listen to.

It brought warmth and happiness to the twins that they remembered how much their father enjoyed being apart of their 'project.'

"Ahoy there, plankwalkers! It's me, Bloody Bill the Pirate King! By now, ye'll have seen that I dug up yer treasure, which would normally make us mortal enemies. But hear me out, I haven't pilfered a thing. On the contrary, I figured you swashbucklers might not be back to yer loot for some time, so I've given it extra protection from the winds and rain. I'm sure you're excited to open your time capsule, so I won't go on too long. Just know that Bloody Bill is bloody proud of you. All of you. Keep those sails trimmed and that anchor scrubbed. And always remember: the real treasure is..."

"Friendship," guessed Chloe.

"Love... your Oregon State pre-paid college savings plan! Argh!"

The three youngsters broke into fits of giggles and laughter at the end of the message before they all moved on to the treasure they buried so long ago.

Inside was a toy and letters distributed to and for Chloe, Max and Clark; each letter having sincerity and virtue in what was written.

" 'To Chloe Price.' Thanks, Max! 'I hope you are having a lot of fun being a teenager with your best friend.' Aww, you were so cute. Check it out."

All three letters contained questions regarding what their past selves were curious about, about the future - their futures.

It didn't take long for them to get bored with their time capsule slash treasure. Chloe decided to sketch something while her brother did some cleaning up in the kitchen and around the table and then in the backyard, as planned.

Max found it difficult to finally tell her best friends that she was leaving. The thought ruined Max's mood, making her moody and gloomy until she finally found the courage to tell them what was going to happen.

To Max's relief, she was pleased that they were understanding and thoughtful and considerate to plan ways they could discuss ways to keep in touch. But what concerned Max most of all was Clark's feelings towards her and how they would be interrupted by the long distance relationship the three of them shared together.

Just when they thought of a way to make the day pass by faster, Max heard the front door click open.

The brunette peered down the hall with such high hopes to see William and Joyce walk through the front door, carrying groceries and laughing at inappropriate things William would say to his wife to get her riled up.

But instead, Max saw something quite dreadful.

What she saw was Joyce walk through the front door, alone. Behind her was a stranger she didn't quite identify by the uniform they wore. As she read Joyce's body language and how sapped of joy she was, Max dreaded what bad news had befallen the Price family.

The twins were unaware as to what was going on, only relying on Max's blank stare down the hall, until they stood beside their best friend and looked at what she was looking at.

Joyce was already heartbroken enough, that it was even more agonising to see the confused expressions of her children as they scampered towards her in feared anticipation of what dreadful news Joyce had to tell them.

"Kids... it's your father. I... he... he's dead." Joyce said with a broken voice.

"What?!" Chloe exclaimed, her whole body going numb in disbelief.

"I-I know it's hard to believe, but... a truck collided with him on his way to come pick me up from the store. The truck ran a red light and y-your father died on impact."

"No! No! No, h-how could this be?! Why is it true?! It can't be true!"

"Chloe, Chloe. Dear. I need you to stay strong for me, now."

Chloe lost balance in her legs, which in turn caused her to fall down with the assistance of her mother who gently sat her down as she shared her pain.

What Joyce felt was missing was seeing her son's reaction to the sudden loss of his father. The blonde woman looked up at her son who was still standing on his feet.

His hands were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, almost drawing blood from how frustrated he was. His whole body trembled as hot tears ran down his cheeks, meeting in the centre of his chin. Clark's mouth was open but his jaw was clenched, showing that he was physically fighting back his emotions but as soon as he felt the soft caress of his mother's hand on his forearm, Clark faltered.

It took a minute for Max herself to absorb this information herself.

By looking over at the dinner table at the photograph of William, Chloe and Clark dressed as pirates, Max felt her heart sink into her stomach. To realise how much of an influence William Price had on Max was well enough to say that he treated her like his own daughter. And now upon hearing of his passing left a hole in Max's chest, even more so now that she realised her leaving Arcadia would not be justified. She came to realise that once she'd leave Arcadia, Clark, Chloe and Joyce would have nobody else to comfort them for William's passing.

The brunette put her face in her hands and bawled her eyes out while Clark and Chloe did the same around their mother.

It really was the worst time for Max Caulfield to leave after all...

#life is strange #max caulfield #chloe price #joyce price #angst #loss #depression #heartbreak

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mikeyinnit · 2 years

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manhunt

Paring: Criminal!Dream x Detective!GN!Reader

Summary: After a string of robberies by the DTeam in your city, you’re put on the case.

Word Count: 1.1k words

Notes: it is technically still the 25th for me shh. This is part of @dreamwvrld ‘s one year event!! I rewrote it like a billion times and still have an alternate ending I adore but I am ultimately happy with it. Small bits of swearing. Congrats Kay!!!!

Tagging: N/A

ANOTHER BANK ROBBED BY THE DTEAM

The newspaper found its way to your desk—thrown by your boss, more specifically, and you only had to see the third word before you knew what it was about. The goddamn DTeam. A group of bank robbers that have been hitting a string of banks and art galleries all around the city. Honestly it was ridiculous how they got away so quickly. It wasn’t even as if they were elaborate in their stealing, or even used brute force. Witnesses said they were charming more than anything, and many said they didn’t even feel scared. But what really made them interesting was the escapes of the ringleader, he pulled off the strangest things that shouldn’t even be possible and yet, he’s running off with a Rembrandt and the police are unable to do anything.

That’s why your boss was assigning you to the case. If there was anyone that could finally catch these guys, it was you. Best detective on the force.

So, you reviewed the footage. The hours and hours of footage. The quick escapes before traffic cams lose sight of them, it was admirable, really. Of course, you can’t say that. You can’t openly admire how good these criminals are but, can you help it? The boys were charming, though none as charming as the leader. You could just see his grin under the smile mask as he would swerve around security guards and make it through the door.

But they must go somewhere, right? So, you tracked as far as you could, even switching for traffic cams that were on streets just nearby, trying to see if there was some way they escaped through an alleyway. And just to your luck, the van everyone was following on the cameras wasn’t where the money was. They stopped and discreetly climbed out, looking different than their outfits at the robbery and carrying different bags. The leader was wearing a green hoodie, one had white sunglasses on his head and the other had a skateboard in one hand with one of the backpacks they all had. Most likely having some of the money.

They were gone after that. No sign of where they went. No amount of footage could show them again, they just disappeared into the crowd. Which was unbelievably frustrating. However, there were shops nearby. Maybe, someone saw something. So, you grabbed your jacket and left, texting your boyfriend to let him know you’ll be late for dinner.

Unfortunately, nearly all of them saw nothing. Only one person saw anything similar to the men you were describing, a man named Charlie.

“So, you said they were talking about…something bad?” You weren’t following, hoping he’d give more information.

“No no no, Bad sounded like a person. Like a secret code name or something. The one in green said they’d meet Bad later.”

There was a bit more information, but nothing that really pointed to anywhere specific. The man gave a better description of the three though, the one with a skateboard had some facial hair and spoke the loudest. The one with the white sunglasses spoke the least. And the leader had a piercing laugh. But he said they all seemed very familiar with each other, he just assumed they were some college frat kids or something and didn’t think anything of what they said. So, you thanked him and went back to the precinct. It was late, so there really wasn’t much more you could do until morning. And unless you get a good lead or they try selling one of the artworks, there may not be much you could do at all.

You were exhausted when you got home. So, when you were greeted with the smell of fresh food, you grinned.

“Dream,” The smile was evident even in your tone, “you didn’t have to wait for dinner. You could have eaten without me.”

He kissed your cheek and gave you a hug, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t wait? You’re a busy detective, you deserve a good dinner.”

You both made your way to the dinner table, it was nice. You always enjoyed this time with Dream.

“So, anything you can share about the case?”

“It’s nothing. Just the DTeam robberies, I don’t really have much to go off right now.”

It was small talk for the rest of dinner, but then Dream said he had a surprise for you and left. When he returned, he had a box in his hand and told you to open it. But once you did, once you saw the beautiful and expensive bracelet, some tears started to fall.

“Oh, babe, I hope those are happy tears. I’ve been saving up, I thought you’d like it.”

You shook your head, eventually holding back the tears enough to speak.

“Why did it have to be you, Dream?”

He was confused as you stood up from your chair and turned away from him. His attempt at putting a hand on your shoulders resulted in a shove from you. You weren’t crying now. You were angry.

“Why the hell did it have to be you! Robbery? Are you serious? You think I’d believe that your job at the fucking gym let you save up for that?”

“Babe, listen, I think you’re just stressed from today. Do you hear yourself? You think I did those robberies?”

“I saw the sweatshirt that I gave you on the traffic cams when the robbers left the van. The only witness I have talked about a boy with a piercing laugh. With a quiet boy with white glasses and a loud one with a beard and a skateboard. George and Sapnap I’m guessing? That mentioned someone named Bad. And then suddenly you have a nice bracelet for me? How could you do this to me!”

He was caught and he knew it. But he didn’t seem to be too upset.

“Babe, listen, I did it for you. Okay? The money is for us. Ant knows people who could get rid of the paintings, I was going to surprise you with a vacation when we were done.” Dream held your hands, and this time you didn’t push him away. “This wasn’t going to be forever, Y/N. Just so we can be comfortable. Sap is doing it for Karl and Quackity, we just needed the others to help us. We’ve never hurt anyone.”

You didn’t know what to do. You knew what you should do, turn them in. It’s your job. You’re supposed to catch criminals. But what about when the criminal is the man you love?

“Y/N, please don’t turn us in. There’s only one more, okay? One more art gallery and then we’re done. Then we have enough for whatever we want to do.”

Karl and Quackity would be crushed if Sapnap got taken away. Or did they know about this too? It all felt so confusing but, they were good at this. They haven’t gotten caught and they never hurt anyone, like Dream said.

So, with a breath, you just nodded.

#mikey's writing #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dream x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp fic #dream smp x you #dreamsmp x you #dsmp x you #dsmp dream x reader

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Kid!MC/Teen!MC Needs someone to go to Parent Teacher Interviews for Them and Guess Who’s Available?

Masterlist

The brothers being bad babysitters/dad figures is something I love very much, I bet you all could already tell that considering the Fic/Headcanon series I have going on. I would just like you all to know that Asmo’s section is based on a true story. Anyhoo~ onto the Headcanons!

Why? Why Him? (Lucifer)

Is MC really dumb, or are they just a kid? No one knows.

Obviously MC asked Lucifer, the only competent one in the house, the most professional, hard-working, controlled-

MC got their things together and gave Lucifer the run down on their teacher(s) before Lucifer got too absorbed in extolling his own virtues in an intense internal monologue.

News flash Lucifer, this isn’t a Shakespeare play, you can’t have a dramatic monologue or soliloquy about how great you think you are

At the actual meeting, if MC is in there, no, MC is not actually in there. Lucifer will speak to the teacher as if MC isn’t there. As someone whose not a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down kind of person, Lucifer expects the teacher to behave the same and not spare MC’s feelings.

Feelings do not deserve to be spared if MC is being a nuisance. No fake-kid/little sibling of his gets to be the class idiot!

If MC’s doing very well academically, he expects to be pointed at projects or tests they’ve done and the grade on it. It really makes him proud to see MC doing well.

Even if they’re not the best academically, if they’re not failing and they’re doing well in other aspects of school, he’s proud.

If MC really struggles in a school environment and just hates it there but they’re still keeping their head above water, they get a head pat of approval.

On the drive home, if MC came with him to the parent teacher interviews and everything went well, he just happens to turn onto the street that has a Baskin Robin’s or something of that caliber.

If they didn’t go, he picks something up on the way back.

No fun treats if MC is being a disruptive little heathen in class, no kid under Lucifer’s care is going to be the class Mammon. Not on his watch.

MC was busily stuffed their face with the treats that were gifted to them. Lucifer had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at the kid’s blatant disregard for basic table manners when it came to sweets.

“Is everything the teacher said true?” Lucifer asked, MC looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep!”

“Good, good.” Lucifer held out his hand and patted them on the head. “You’re doing well. Keep it up.”

“Geez,” MC mumbled as they continued to stuff their face. “Can you get anymore affectionate?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, MC. It’s uncouth.” Lucifer said sternly. “Besides, I’ll have you know that many people enjoy my headpats. I’m quite affectionate.”

“Really now? Name one person.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He and MC stared each other down, one pair of eyes much more nervous than the other. Spoiler, MC was still calmly eating their treat as they maintained eye contact.

“…Cerberus.”

“If you’re reaching for Cerberus, you’ve already lost.”

…his pride was under attack. Right in front of his desert…

“You’re grounded.”

“Worth it.”

*Rides by on a Skateboard* School is for NERDS (Mammon)

Pff! Stupid human! He’s not goin’ to some lame parent teacher conference-

Wait! What’s with that face?! Ugh… fine. MC’s gone and forced his hand with those damn puppy dog eyes…

Mammon does not dress up for this event, he dresses like he would every day, maybe throw on some designer stuff to let all the parents and teachers know he’s hot shit.

If MC goes with him, he pulls up in his beloved car and takes up two parking spaces (pure evil.). Every parent present already hates him, but at least the other kids there are impressed with MC’s sweet ride. MC would have gained some street cred if Mammon hadn’t managed to trip up the stairs to the classroom in front of everyone.

He’ll act way to casual with the teacher, turning the parent chair backwards and sitting down so he can lean on the seat.

Mammon gets bored crazy quickly while the teacher lists and explains all the stuff the class is learning, so his eyes begin to wander to any and all displays in the classroom. Projects, annoying posters, class pet, anything is more interesting than this teacher’s explanation.

When MC finally becomes the main topic of the interview, he’s all ears. MC’s doing great in school academically? Ha! Nerd! Maybe giving MC a playful noogie and interrupting the whole interview wasn’t a good idea, but whatever.

If MC’s failing anything, or just isn’t that gifted when it comes to grades, it’s very much a “Aw man me too” from Mammon.

This teacher is speaking with the Great Mammon, the first demon in RAD’s history to fail three semesters in a row. If this teacher thinks bad grades will phase him, they’re dead wrong.

Grades don’t mean anythin’ about smarts anyway! I mean, look at him! He’s a fuckin’ genius but he can’t get through a history test without sobbing even though he LIVED THROUGH MOST OF IT.

MC gets treats no matter what’s up in class. Though, if MC didn’t go with him, he’s likely to forget and just order something for the two of them when he gets back home.

“Goddamn teachers and their rambling!” Mammon whined, grabbing a slice of pizza from the open box on his coffee table. “You owe me, MC! Ya really do!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” MC said, they leaned over and rolled a pizza slice into a pizza-scroll then proceeded to eat it like a veggie roll. “How do you think I feel, listening to them every day? You know how long it takes to get to the actual class material?”

“Five years?”

“Ugh! Five years if I’m lucky! I swear, I know more about my teacher’s grievances with like… five of my classmates than I do about trigonometry, and guess which one’s on the test next week?”

Mammon winced in sympathy, then remembered he was supposed to be whining and went back to it. “School’s shit and a waste of money, ya should drop out as soon as you can and help me run my new business.”

“You mean your pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not a pyramid scheme, MC! It’s legit! It’s a multi-tiered marketing-”

“It’s a pyramid scheme.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOCIAL INTERACTION (Leviathan)

Everyone else must have been sick or something for MC to have asked Levi. He’d flat out refuse to go otherwise.

So, Levi couldn’t exactly go to the interview in his usual “I haven’t left my room or changed clothes in eight weeks” look. With the help of MC, he was able to find his military uniform at the back of his closet.

Asmo nearly fainted when he saw Levi in the uniform, not because “oooo, a man in uniform~”, it was because the outfit was so crumpled and wrinkled that it made it physically painful to look at. No time to iron and wash, the conference was in an hour!

Levi (and MC if they went with) rolled up to the school in a less than impressive ride, but one look at the uniform and all the other people present went “yep, time to be respectful (tm)”

For the first time in his life Levi was more intimidating than Lucifer! And he wasn’t even trying!

When the teacher starts explaining the course material, Levi spaces off in horror as he realizes he remembers literally nothing from school (AND HE’S STILL IN SCHOOL!) all that’s running through his head is “A squared + B squared = C squared” and “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”.

The actual interview was the least interesting part of the trip, the real stuff happened when Levi passed by some art on display in the hallway and something caught his eye-

Those colours… that hair… that adorable smile..!

IT WAS HER! LEVI’S PRECIOUS RURI-CHAN IN ALL HER GLORY!

Levi immediately started fawning over the art class fanart and by sheer coincidence, one of the kids walking through the hallway happened to notice.

The kid asked MC if their… parent and or guardian liked anime. MC responded with “obviously.” Levi then asked the kid if they drew his adorable Ruri-chan. The kid said no, and that they drew the My Hero Academia fanart a few rows down.

Levi was absolutely floored that there were two anime fans in one class, then his entire world shattered when MC explained there was more anime art inside the art room and other classrooms.

H-hang on… did that mean that… a lot of people here… liked anime..?

Levi needed a while to process. No snacks on the way home…

Levi and MC were sat in the back of their Uber, Levi, the Avatar of Envy himself, was having his entire sense of reality warped. S-so much anime fanart… in a school of all places..! What did this mean for the future of anime?!

“Levi. Stop.” MC sighed. “If this were an anime, the camera angle would be doing that thing where it’s right on the bridge of your nose and dramatic music plays in the background.”

“S-so many kids in your class like a-anime huh..?” Levi stuttered, weakly trying to smile. “Must be nice..?”

“Oh, that’s just my class. The other classes and grades have their fans too.”

“Oh… really?”

“Levi,” MC stopped looking out the window and looked at the otaku that was having a full scale silent mental breakdown. “Anime isn’t even a niche interest anymore. It’s a pretty casual thing to watch now. At least a third of my class watches- Levi?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! ANIME! A THIRD OF THE CLASS?! ANIME… HIS PRECIOUS ANIME… WAS BECOMING A NORMIE INTEREST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“Levi?” MC waved their hand in front of their spaced out demon’s face. “Leviiiii? Okay he’s dead.”

The Know it All (Satan)

Ah, a smart choice, MC. Satan would be glad to help further their education. He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that the human’s brain is fed all that sweet sweet knowledge.

Satan can’t dress himself normally, MC had to coax him into a suit jacket, but he still only wore one sleeve.

MC was coming along to the interviews whether they wanted to or not, it’s important to hear what they need to improve on from the teacher themselves after all.

The two arrived pretty early, so Satan asked MC for a tour of the school. It was pretty tame until they reached the library. Satan was horrified at the state of some of the books…

Their spines lined with duct tape… pages missing and torn… someone apparently used a taco as a book mark…

The first thing Satan does when it’s time for his interview is demand the teacher take better care of the library, even though they’re not the librarian. MC tries to explain this, but Satan is too distraught to listen to reason.

He enjoyed hearing about the course material, but he made it known if MC thinks the assignments are too easy that they need to be given more challenging work. THEIR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE STIMULATED DAMN IT.

It was up to MC to either agree with Satan and nod to the teacher, or make frantic eye contact with them to try and communicate “NO DON’T PLEASE”.

Similar to (ugh) Lucifer, as long as MC is doing their best, he’s happy for them.

…but if they are in any way in the running for valedictorian he is HELPING THEM WIN.

He decided to stop at a cafe or bookstore to let MC pick out a “congrats on surviving your pitiful school” present after the interviews.

MC gleefully perused the shelves of the bookstore, there were so many books too look at…

“I’ll buy you as many books as you’d like, MC, just,” Satan shuddered slightly. “Promise me you won’t treat them like those poor library books…”

MC put their hand over their heart. “I swear on the duct taped book spines that I will never treat a book like that.”

“Good… good…” Satan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to looking at his book about cats.

“Are you… reading a Warrior Cats book..?” MC asked tentatively.

“Yes, why?”

“Satan, put that back.”

“I Will Seduce the Teacher For the Sake of Your Grades, Don’t Worry.” (Asmodeus)

Oh MC dear! He’d be delighted to go! Just let him get ready~

Asmo may not be the best choice, but he was at least going to be the best dressed person at that conference. (And MC just had to come too so all the other parents could be jealous of how well coordinated their outfits are)

He teased MC a little by saying he was going to flirt with their teacher to make sure they passed the class, but he was just kidding! …but he made sure to ask if their teacher was cute, he needed to know!

While waiting for his turn, Asmo flirts with some of the single parents, if he doesn’t see a wedding ring, they’re fair game.

Once his time slot arrived, MC realized that Asmo is one of those “my child has done and will do nothing wrong ever” types. This may have ended up working in MC’s favour if they were a class nuisance.

If MC is doing very well in sports, clubs, grades, anything, Asmo is fawning over them and gushing to the teacher about how great, smart and adorable they are.

Asmo surprisingly does not exactly flirt with the teacher, he was just teasing MC after all. But um… if MC’s teacher just happens to be cute and young, he may turn up the charm, just a little. Enough to make the teacher giggle and make MC cover their face in embarrassment.

After the interviews Asmo will probably schedule a nice day out for the two of them, shopping, a movie, mani pedis, something fun!

The real weird stuff happens in the months after the interviews… if Asmo did lightly flirt with the teacher, MC gets quite a few questions about their guardian. Questions that ask if Asmo is single in not as many words…

Oh lord, MC’s teacher developed a crush on Asmo.

Nail painting night was supposed to be a fun occasion, but MC was hopping mad and embarrassed. Asmo didn’t seem to notice as he continued to paint the little human’s nails.

“And then I told Phenex to get lost. The nerve of that little monster, right MC?” When MC didn’t reply, Asmo looked up and tilted his head. “MC?”

MC’s angry face would have been much more threatening if they weren’t just so adorable, but it was getting the message across.

“MC..?”

“Asmo.” MC’s glare deepened. “My teacher wants to know if you’re single.”

Asmo blinked a few times, before he hit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Really now~. I knew they’d be madly in love with me-”

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS?!”

Oh My Demon King is That a BAKE SALE?! (Beel)

Of course Beel said yes! He’d gladly go to MC’s parent teacher interview!

He even put on a nice outfit :D he ended up looking a bit like a secret serviceman guarding MC, the tiny president.

Beel stopped for McDonald’s on the way there, all the other kids were so jealous of MC when they stepped out of the car eating fries.

But a little something something caught Beel’s eye when he and MC walked into the school… was that a… bake sale?

MC quickly explained that the bake sale was fundraiser for their class trip that year and the snacks weren’t complimentary. He had to pay.

And pay Beel did. He cleared out the entire table. MC’s grade’s overnight trip was going to be decadent as hell. That was no longer a crowd funded thing, that trip was privately funded by a tall buff ginger secret service member and this tiny in comparison child.

Kids are incredibly blunt, just like Beel, so when a random kindergarten kid wandered over, looked up at Beel, and very knowingly said “you’re very tall”. Beel was like “yeah”. The kid then said “what’s it like being that tall?”

Beel’s response to this kid’s question was to pick them up and hold them for a few seconds before placing them back down. For just a few moments this kid knew what it like to be over 6’4. Of course, more kids swarmed in and asked to be picked up.

Sure it was cute, but Beel now has an army of kids ranging from kindergarteners to third graders.

Finally, the conference actually began. Beel snacked the entire time and dutifully listened to everything the teacher had to say.

After the interviews are over, he checks with MC to make sure everything the teacher said was true and that they weren’t lying. If all was well, the two made their exit.

They stopped at Wendy’s on the way home.

“I’m so full…” MC groaned, Beel held up a massive cookie.

“So I can eat this?”

“No. Gimme that.” MC took a very defeated bite out of it. “My stomach says no but my mouth says yes…”

“I don’t want you to get a stomachache, MC,” Beel said worriedly. “No more snacks.”

“It’s a little late for that. It’s past nine and I’m still eating, there’s no way I’m getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh…” Beel mumbled. “I may have not completely thought this through.”

“*Snore* Huh? Wha? MC’s Grades? Uh… Fuck…” (Belphie)

MC must be failing a class or something because why on earth would they pick Belphie otherwise.

They ask him to go while he’s delirious from just waking up from a nap, he sort of half nods and mumbles some gibberish before going back to sleep.

MC had to basically carry his ass to the school. Belphie drooled all over them in the waiting room, and when it was their time to go into the interview, Belphie had to be manually put into the chair and slapped awake.

He barely listens, he just sits and nods along with whatever the teacher is saying. The teacher could say MC brought an alligator to school and he’d just go “uh huh…” “mmmph… yep…” “really now?” then yawn.

The only thing that could possibly get Belphie to be interested is if MC is studying space. If they are, than boy howdy is Belphie suddenly interested in their education.

Other than that? *snore*

If MC is in fact failing or doing poorly, MC’s teacher asks to see another one of MC’s guardians at a later date. Their plan failed miserably.

MC drags Belphie out of the school and yells at him for not helping them. Belphie, still sleep delirious, tries to press the snooze button. MC does not have a snooze button.

“Belphie!” MC shouted, shaking the Avatar of Sloth awake. The House of Lamentation’s resident bastard was somehow sleeping standing up outside. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Eh?” Belphie half-snorted and looked around confused. “What’d I do? Where are we?”

“At my school! You said that you’d go to my parent teacher interviews!”

“…MC I don’t think I’d pass well for you.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AS MY GUARDIAN!”

“Sheesh,” Belphie murmured while he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. “You humans are so noisy.”

MC looked up at their dearest demon friend, and gave him their best glare. “I’m going to take all your fancy temperature changing pillows and switch them with normal pillows you traitorous bastard.”

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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Congrats on 2k mama sweet,,,!! :))

Since there is no sk8 requests yet how about option 2 - Kaoru x reader <3 Had this thought after reading ur arranged marriage fic... how about at the start of the marriage reader thinks that Kaoru is cheating on her when he sneaks out at night but after he tells her about S, reader feels kinda silly for thinking so.. next thing you know Kaoru is taking reader to all the beefs as his lucky charm. Reader even has a matching costume and the others start calling her "Lady Cherry" or smth,, teaches reader to skate (she's lowkey jealous of carla >.<) + some domestic fluff (what if reader finds out she's pregnant....) This doesn't have to be connected to the other fic & you can ignore the cheating part if u like... :-*

A/N: :0 Lady Cherry is a super smart name!

other fic here

Please enjoy~🍰

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There he went again...

The sliding door of your shared room altered you from your sleep. This was the 6th night in a row that he left without a word in the middle of the night. The first 2 nights you thought he was simply tending to business and was just busy. After the 4th day, you were suspicious and a bit hurt. He did tell you he didn’t want to hurt you and treat you right....so where was he going?

This was another night he had gotten up, so instead of staying in bed you followed him.

“Carla, make sure to lock the doors when I leave“ he said to his AI

“Yes, master“ you scoffed. You had to admit the stupid computer got on your nerves. He practically loved talking to her and every time she answered him, he gets all giddy. You were really jealous but you wish he’d get that way with you.

Just as he was going to leave you called for him

“Kaoru?“ he froze and turned around “It’s late...“ you said coming closer to him. That’s when you noticed what he was wearing, he was in a sleeveless yukata with a black mask over his face, and a...skateboard?

“Y/N I...um...“ being that he can’t speak about S he was contemplating whether to tell you or not. But you were his wife and he wanted to be open with you on everything. However what you said next caught him off guard

“...if there’s someone else please just tell me...“ and the way you looked when you said it just broke his heart. Did you really think he was cheating? Even though this was arranged, he couldn’t ask for someone better to be his wife. You were smart, shy but bright, not to mention beautiful.

“Y/N“ he walked to you and rests his hand on your shoulder “I would never cheat on you and I assure you there is no one else.”

“Then why do you leave at night?“ you ask

“*Sigh*....I go skating.“ he said bluntly. There was nothing to hide from you and it was all true

“...huh“ he lifted his board for you to see

“Some friends and I go skateboarding in a secret location for races and such. We only go at night so we go unnoticed.“ he held up a small pin “It’s called S..now that you know you can’t tell anyone. Now go throw something on, we’re heading out.“

Just as he said you were heading out in the dead of night. And of course you had to ride on Carla, every time he spoke to her it was like he was talking to his crush. As you approach a gate with two guards he gives you a larger sticker of the letter ‘S’. You show them to security and make it inside where people had started screaming. You knew he was popular among women but this was more than you thought

“Lord Cherry!!” one screamed

“Kao-”

“Cherry” he interrupted

“What?”

Getting his bike to a stop he helps you off and says “we don’t use our real names here for security reasons. Here I’m Cherry blossom.”

So what he was telling you was true. You honestly felt a bit silly for jumping to conclusions so quickly. Before he was off to what he called a ‘beef’ he introduced you to JOE. You were surprised to see the popular chef here as well, although you knew they had been friends for years. The large screen in the area showed you just how goof he was at this.

He was fast but graceful, sharp an precise on corners. The crowd only cheered louder than before.

“So, you’re the one he’s been talking about huh?“ Joe asked

“He’s been...talking about me?“ you asked

He nodded “He was gone for like 3 days in a row not to mention he was brushing off more women now. That’s when he told us there was someone he wanted to be loyal to.” okay, now you felt really silly. After the race was done and over with Cherry had made his way back to you. He comes and embarrass you and whispers in your ear

“You brought me good luck.“ you felt your heart skip a beat from the feeling of being close to him

“oooo, look at Lord Cherry with his lady~“

“Shut up you big oaf!!“

During the next few months you had gone with him to almost every beef. You had even gained a name for yourself, ‘Lady Cherry’. You had become quite popular among some men there and even cherry’s female fans. He would usually bring you as his ‘lucky charm’, it was cheesy but sweet at the same time. They also had a habit of saying

“The Cherries have arrived“

On his free time he would actually taught you how to skate, well he tried anyway. Balance wasn’t exactly easy and being from a traditional family, this was unusual for you. You’d be holding on to his shoulders while his hands held your waist

“Don’t let me fall“

“You’re doing just fine dear. Why don’t we try some tricks“ he offered

“Are you sure you’re the man I married?“ you ask with a smirk

“The one and only dear“ he kissed your cheek

It was honestly so cute to him. You’d have a scared but excited look on your face. Your cheeks would turn pink and it just made his heart fluttered. On top of all that you were willing to indulge in something he has loved from a young age. He always took you with him to each beef he attended. Both for showing you off an he is in love with the idea of winning every race for not just himself but for you as well.

Although tonight you wouldn’t make it to the beef. He was going to race Joe but that was put on hold. You had been feeling sick all day and you just finished emptying your stomach. As much as you told him to go, he refused to leave.

“You’re my wife and you’re clearly not okay“ he said helping you up off the floor “you come before any beef or competition. Now come on, let’s get you to the hospital and get you checked out.“

A short drive to the general hospital was taken that night. No, he would not wait until tomorrow morning. He wanted to know that you were okay and didn’t have anything terminal. After speaking with the nurse and giving some blood and urine samples you both patiently waited. You leaned against him playing with the digits of his fingers.

*Knock knock* “Ma’am we have your results” the doctor says holding up a couple of papers and even some medicine. “well, you’re clear for any terminal conditions or diseases. although you have some hormonal imbalances and some new ones kicking in.”

“Meaning?“ Kaoru urged him on

“Congratulations, you’re 4 weeks pregnant.“

“....“ you both sat in shock at the news. You were pregnant? Well, you two were active, and maybe Kaoru has his own little rituals. Either after or before a beef he’d get frisky and was set on pleasing you both. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that this would have happened, still it was shocking news

“These are some prenatal vitamins you’ll need to take for the month. Make sure to make an appointment to check on the baby alright?” giving you the vile of pills he takes his leave leaving you both in silence. What were you supposed to say? How were you going to deal with this? Were you even ready?

“-together.“ you didn’t catch his whole sentence

“I’m sorry what was that?” you ask him

“We’ll this together alright?“ he took your hand in his “believe me I’m as shocked as you are but, we’ll figure this out together okay?“

“Alright“ you smile back

“We should probably start with a bigger house for the three of us“

“Kaoru, come on it’s just paint I can-“

“You are not moving a muscle“ he cut you off “I want you to rest all you can. You’re making a baby and that’s enough.“

To say he was strict during your pregnancy was an understatement. As soon as your belly started showing you were no longer going to beefs with him. You were currently 6 months along, and expecting a girl! Kaoru was over the moon to know it was a girl. he would have been happy with a boy too, but a little copy of you was like a dream. He couldn't wait to see the little girl that would look like you and act like him.

Today was nursery day, which meant painting, building and organizing. Kaoru had you only fold and organizing the clothes and things while he painted. Of course being your idea you had called the boys over to help. Joe was building some stuff along with Shadow. Langa and Reki were actually helping to paint the walls.

“I appreciate you guys coming to help“ you smile

“Hey it’s no problem, at least you told us about it“ Joe commented. Oh yeah, he also wanted to keep it a secret so that

‘the idiot wouldn’t ruin your pregnancy‘ which made you laugh for a good 5 minutes. But they were very good help and made the process easier

“Hey so what are you naming the baby?“ Reki asked

“Well, Kaoru kind of wanted to associate it with his skate name so we agreed on Sakura.“

“AAWWHH“ everyone said out load slightly teasing him. Without turning from the wall he said

“....I just wanted a beautiful name for her was all.“ although he was cold at times they knew he meant well especially for his family. A while late Joe made a small dinner for you all to enjoy. You thanked them for coming over and you were done for the night. You were putting on some lotion over your rounded middle when Kaoru came behind you. He wrapped his arms around and over your own hands and rested there for a moment

“Who would have thought we’d be here huh?” You whisper

“In all honesty I was hoping for it” he admired “before we married you were described as a caring and sweet woman. But you were so much more once we were married. You’re compassionate, intelligent, stubborn, beautiful, and absolutely perfect” he said kissing the side of your head “and now, you’ve given me the gift of being a father. Thank you”

Turning in his hold you wipe away small tears “oh Kaoru , thank you too. You’ve treated me like I’m the only person you need. On top of that you take care of me but still give me my freedom. I love you..”

“And I love you” he rests his forehead against yours as his fingers trace over your baby bump.

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I hope this was okay!❤️

#kaoru sakurayashiki x reader #kaoru sakurayashiki #cherry blossom x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 the infinity #sk8 cherry blossom #cherry blossom #sk8 the infinity fanfic #sk8 fanfic #sk8 x reader #sk8 kaoru #anime #anime x reader #arranged marriage au #sk8 the infinity fluff #anime fanfiction #fanfiction #sk8 the infinity pregnant

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outrunningthedark · 2 years

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hiya! so i didn't follow how things went down when jlh switched maddie's love interest from eddie to chim back in season two, and how the showrunners found out oliver and ryan had good chemistry and everything, could you talk a bit more about that? cause they had a script and everything for season two no?

Hey, Bell! I hope you're enjoying my copious thoughts on all things Buddie. 😊 Back in 2020, Ryan recorded an insta live the night Eddie Begins was going to air. He answered several questions/comments, including one that said "We need a Maddie and Eddie scene." Ryan proceeded to reveal that the original plan was for his character to embark on a relationship with Maddie. Obviously, that never happened. Then, in 2021, Jennifer filmed a short promo for Madney's love story [posted on the show's YouTube channel] in which she explains that "Somebody asked me on the set, they were like, 'What's the one thing that you want to do when you're here as Maddie?' And I was like, 'I want to be Chimney's girlfriend.'" *If* TPTB had an idea of how they wanted to introduce Eddie + Maddie, it never made the first official script, meaning everyone knew very early on in production that the show wasn’t gonna go there. What we saw instead was Buck and Eddie being established as a partnership at the end of Ryan's first episode. 👀 Tim Minear gave an interview last May after the season four finale where he addressed fans' desire to see Buddie go canon. He said "all the conversations that the fans have are conversations that happen in the writers’ room." He then acknowledged the way Eddie was introduced - putting his clothes on in slow motion as "Whatta Man" played and Buck watched from a distance - "may have started it from the jump". Now, everyone has their own interpretation of this quote, but I wouldn't be shocked if Tim got exactly the reaction he was hoping for because he's been contemplating canon!Buddie from the beginning. The very next thing he said is the money quote: "But you can’t plan when actors have chemistry together, and I think that Ryan and Oliver have a ton of chemistry together." Translation: We were not prepared for what we saw when they got in front of the camera. 🤭 - - - - - Ryan's opinion on a Buddie kiss came during the same live in which he spoke about Maddie + Eddie. Someone asked about the possibility and Ryan said "Just a kiss between Oliver and I? Mmm...We'll see what Tim writes." This comment is significant because he told ET Canada the year prior "I don't think we'll ever be a couple. Sorry, guys!" He's always been supportive of Buddie fandom [he decided on the ship name, for God sake], but something happened during the filming of season three for him to entertain the idea... (Was it the Buckley-Diaz family having a three episode arc? Eddie struggling to cope without Buck during the lawsuit? The Kitchen Scene™? Christmas? Dads building their son an adaptive skateboard? Buck trying to get to Eddie underground while Eddie had visions of the family they made? Or maybe...it was all of the above? 😏) Pretty sure I’ve covered everything, but my inbox is always open if you have any other questions! 🤍

#thisbleedingbellflower #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie #ryan guzman

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Ateez reaction to you being hurt

notes: I'm feeling angsty today

Seonghwa

He had a hard day, practicing for hours on end for Ateez's 10th year anniversary concert. He wanted to get home and pour his heart out in front of you and just spend time with you. But he came home and you weren't there much to his dismay, but he waited for you. It was raining heavily. He called you again and again but you weren't answering making him anxious and adding to his frustration. Three hours later, the rain still hadn't stopped and he was scared and furious. The bell rang and Seonghwa opened the door. You stood there, completely drenched in the rain. He stepped aside to let you in. You walked inside and got to the living room when he pulled you by your arm to make you face him.

"where the hell were you? And why weren't you answering your damn phone?" he tone was harsh.

"Seonghwa please, not now I-"

"no we need to talk about this now! answer me! Do you know how worried I was? And I was already frustrated to begin with!"

You lowered your head and let the tears spill but it seemed like the rain water was dripping down your face.

He shook you arm to pull you, making you lift your face and roughly pull out of his grasp. That's when he saw the tears.

"I had a bad day too! Okay? My awful coworkers took credit for my project that I worked so hard on! And on top of that I locked the car with the keys, my wallet and phone inside! And I had to walk home because I didn't have any money for a bus or a cab! There! Got your answer!"

Seonghwa's eyes softened at your words and he tried hugging you but you pulled back.

"no I'm not in the mood and I'm drenched"

You went to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom to cry in the shower.

Hongjoong

The track he was working on was almost ready and he wanted you to be the first person to hear it so he called you to invite you over to his studio.

"hey babe what are you doing?"

"nothing much Joong. What's up"

"can you come over in the evening? I want you to listen to my song"

There was a pause from your end.

"hello? Baby can you hear me?"

"ye-ah Joongie. I'm busy these days, I'm so sorry. I'll try to come after the next week."

"no that's okay, you don't need to put your work aside. I'm free today since I finished the song, I'll come over. How does that sound?"

"I'll tell you in a few hours, okay?"

Hongjoong felt something was off so he quickly got done with his files and saved the track and packed up. He drove straight to your apartment and knocked on the door. You didn't expect to see Hongjoong at the door so you hid behind the door after opening it. He eyed you suspiciously.

"are you okay?" he asked, pushing the door slightly to get inside.

"yeah why do you ask?" you spoke nonchalantly, standing in the akimbo pose.

"you're acting... unusual"

"nonsense"

He slid it aside and took you towards your bedroom. He found it unusual how you were walking slowly and stopped.

"you're hurt." he stated and his suspicion was confirmed when you didn't answer.

"I slipped and sprained my ankle. I didn't want you to worry so I didn't tell you and I didn't agree to meet you"

He picked you up and laid you on the couch, snuggling next to you.

"I'm here to take care of you" he whispered and turned the TV on.

Yunho

Yunho is always in a good mood when he gets to see you. He wants to make the best use of the time he gets to spend with you. So during his break, you guys went to his home town to meet his parents but you stayed in a hotel even though he insisted that you stayed at his house. But you were a woman of principles and didn't think it was appropriate to stay at your boyfriend's house before marriage. He came to pick you up in his car and took you to an amusement park. You guys took roller-coaster rides and other scary looking rides too. He asked if you wanted to eat something and proposed the idea of going to a restaurant but you you told him that hotdogs from the vendors in the park would be nice and that you wanted to stay there longer and get on more rides. After eating you two took that discovery ride. While getting off you felt a little dizzy and tripped on something and fell. Yunho quickly helped you up and asked if you were okay and you told him yes, even though your ankle hurt a lot. After the fun time, he drove you back to your hotel. As you got off, you winced in pain and knelt to the ground, clutching your ankle. He worriedly got out the car and came to your side.

"your ankle is swollen" he spoke, concerned.

"it's fine, I can manage"

"are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me you're hurt?"

"because I didn't want to ruin tee date"

"you can't stay here y/n, you're coming out with me"

"I said it's okay Yunho, I'll take painkillers and an ice pack, I'll be fine"

"I'm sorry you got hurt"

"you don't need to be sorry babe" you said and kissed him.

Yeosang

Yeosang wanted to go skateboarding with you but you didn't know how to ride a skate so he took it upon himself to teach you even though you gave the idea of him skating and you cycling next to him but he said no. He took you to a nearby park and helped you learn for over a month. When he deemed you ready, he encouraged you to ride it on your own with him holding your hands or your waist. You took a deep breath.

"you can do this" he smiled.

"I hope so" you replied and steadied yourself.

"I can already see us skateboarding down the road. I can't wait"

"okay here goes nothing"

You gained momentum with your foot pushing the board forward and continued with a steady pace.

"I'm doing it! Yeosang I'm doing it!" you cheered but made the mistake of looking back towards him which made you lose your balance since you were relatively new to this. You fell on your back but broke your fall with your arm.

Yeosang rushed towards you and helped you up. You yelped in paid when he grabbed your arm.

"it hurts so much" you shook.

He took you to a hospital where the doctor told you your wrist was dislocated.

He felt awful and blamed it on himself. He stayed by your side before and after your surgery and even helped you with your daily life stuff until you got better. You were happy to spend a lot of time with him and told him it wasn't his fault.

"you are never riding a skateboard again. Like ever."

San

You were visiting Namhae to meet San's family. He always talked about them and told you how important they were to him so you paid them a visit, knowing it would make San the happiest.

You were sat on the couch, chatting with his sister while the TV was on. It was a random drama which none of you were interested in, rather wanting to talk about girl stuff.

"Sannie is a sensitive one, though he doesn't show it" his sister let you know.

"I know, I have never seen him cry. I used to think he doesn't care but then I found out that he's just very good at controlling his emotions."

You two were indulged in the conversation and didn't see San entering the room with Byeol in his arms.

"Y/N I want you to meet our family's master"

You and his sister giggled.

"Byeol, this is Y/N. I hope you come to terms with the fact that your position as the girl I'd die for has been taken by her."

You were a blushing mess and had butterflies in your stomach. San was always kind and loving towards you. And as if Byeol had understood what San had said, she started acting up.

"can I pet her?" you asked, earning encouraging nods from the Choi siblings. You stretched your hand you gently pet her head but Byeol acted first and violently scratched your hand, drawing blood.

"Byeol no!" San whined as the cat hissed at you and ran to the other room.

You clutched your hand tightly, trying to soothe the pain but it came in waves and burned. San worriedly came closer to you and him and his sister examined your hand. There was definitely blood coming out of the claw marks. They had to take you to the hospital to get you tetanus shots.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, your hand is ruined and you're in pain because of me"

"not because of you Sannie, it was Byeol but you can't really blame her, she an animal after all"

Mingi

Mingi took you to the dance studio to show you the new dance he choreographed. He was happy with it and spent a lot of time perfecting it and wanted you to see it. You were supportive of his ambitions as a rapper and a dancer, aside from Ateez. He was grateful for you for being by his side and understanding the time and effort it required. You never complained when he was unable to make time for you sometimes, knowing that he was working hard. The bond you shared was strong and you two were inseparable.

"okay I'm gonna start, queue the music"

And with that he started dancing. You were in awe of the way his body moved and how effortlessly he executed the difficult moves. You clapped when he finished.

"wow Mingi... this is... wow... I'm so proud" you were at a loss of words.

"come on I'll teach you the floor move, it's the easiest"

It was the easiest, for a trained dancer that is. You both didn't realize how difficult it actually was. You, because you weren't a dancer and Mingi made it look like a piece of cake. Mingi, because it came naturally to him and he had insane body control so he thought it was actually easy.

He taught you how to slide using your core strength. You didn't have a strong core to begin with, so you landed on your knee and pain shot up in your leg. You clutched it and let out a whine. Mingi took a look at it saw it reddening.

"I'm sorry for making you do this" he shook his head.

"nah I shouldn't have said yes" you smiled, not wanting him to be upset.

"let's get you home"

Wooyoung

He kept his artist of the month news a secret from you. He wanted to surprise you with it. So when you saw it on twitter you called him and congratulated him.

"this is huge Woo, I'm so proud of you!"

"I know you're rooting for me. I want you to come at the practice session we're having, just so we can perform on stage too"

You agreed to come and dressed up for him. When he saw you enter the studio in your black jeans that hugged your curves and the loose green cardigan which you styled and tucked in from the front. You had your hair down and mere sight of you took Wooyoung's breath away. His dancer friend from bb trippin' knew about your relationship but some of the staff was different that day and didn't know who you were.

Your eyes gleaned, watching Wooyoung dance. He was in his element and looked ethereal. The practice session ended and before you could run to him and hug him, you saw another woman, a staff member get close to him, handing him a water bottle and wiping his sweat off with a cloth. You were stunned but didn't think muhh about it, since his job required him to be around other women too. You watched from a distance how she talked to him for some time and subtly placed a hand on his thigh, giggling and telling him he did well. You were hurt to say the least. He didn't spare you a glance and then talked to her as if you weren't in the room. You didn't ruin the mood for him at the moment but were screaming internally watching her flirt with your man in broad daylight and him going along with him.

After the session ended, his choreographer called him to discuss important matters with him and the staff started leaving. You noticed how the same woman was hanging around, until another senior staff member told her to pack up and leave. After the discussion, Wooyoung came running to you.

"did you like it?" he asked excitedly.

"the performance? yes. The little show with that staff woman? absolutely not"

His face fell at your words.

"baby listen, I had to let it slide. It's not like I could've swat her hands away and tell her to go away. Having good chemistry with the staff results in good performances. Please try to understand"

"I don't know Wooyoung. And this is just what I saw. I can't stop imagining what else goes on since I'm not around all the time"

"I want you to trust me. I'm all yours. No one can take me away from you. No one. You don't know the hold you have around my heart. You don't know what you do to me. It's you and only you. Never forget that."

Jongho

If there's one thing in this world that Jongho liked doing the most, it was comparing how strong he was compared to you. No, you didn't even compare. You didn't even come close. He loved lifting you like it was nothing, tightening jars on purpose so you would ask him to open them for you and lifting the furniture with one hand while you both cleaned. He also loved arm wrestling with you with just two of his fingers of his non dominant hand, while you struggled to win with your dominant hand.

You both sat in the middle of the living room. Jongho challenged you to arm wrestling and the loser would have to clean the dishes. He wasn't even trying while you were shaking by using the entire strength in your arm. He got a little cocky when his hand got tired and decided to end it with a bang. He used intense force and your hand landed on the table with a thud. You pulled it back and rubbed it. He didn't fully realize how hard he hurt you until he saw just how red the back of your hand was. He immediately apologized but you got up to give yourself first aid, not responding to him. He followed you to the kitchen and tried helping but you shoved him aside.

"leave me alone"

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Let me help"

"Jongho please just leave me alone right now"

He felt awful to have hurt you and after you went to your bedroom, he did the dishes. You had invited him to stay the night at your apartment so he was glad he could be around to make it up to you.

He came to you some time later and apologized again and took responsibility of his actions.

"you scared me Jongho"

"I'm so sorry, I'll be more careful I promise"

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